Bai Yueguang was pissed off [Quick Transmigration]

——I hope my Ahe can be safe and sound, healthy and long-lasting, and stay with me.

The gray eyes in the eyes are focused and bright, leaning over the window eaves, there is still a smear of dust on the bridge of the nose that has not been wiped clean, when I look at it, it seems that most of the light has been taken away.

It was an expectation that people could not refuse at all. Gu Dada patted His Majesty's head, unable to speak for a while, but tried his best to survive.

Gou Shijie was so angry that the little green bud grew into a little flower, and the little flower's cub grew into a little flower. The king of Chu was famous all over the world, and stories of Gu Xiang's deeds were still circulating in the imperial capital.

It was said that after the border issue was resolved, under the advice of all the officials, King Heng of Chu was finally willing to bring Gu Xiang back to the long-lost imperial capital, sit in the capital, live the real dragon, and start the Qingming rule that lasted for several years in Chu.

Up to now, all the lanes in Kyoto, the roads are not picked up, the doors are not closed at night, thriving, harmonious and loving, God bless me!

He Jun leaned over the table, blowing wildly, flipping through the notebook in his hand with great interest.

It is the most popular kind on the streets of the imperial capital today. He is obviously the most powerful general outside, but he still likes to watch these in private, and he likes to read while watching. There are many dramas.

I always feel that General He is very wronged when he is not allowed to perform at the imperial capital banquet.

Slowly pour yourself a glass of water. Although it's not too cold yet, Gu Xiang, who is already relying on the stove to continue his life, is sitting at the table in court clothes, bending his eyes to look at him, and can't help laughing: "Let's go for a while."

General He's cadenced movements stopped slightly, and he was silent for a moment, leaning over to take care of his equally cumbersome and solemn court clothes, then put down the book, turned around silently and complained: "Who made you so ruthless...?"

The bright lights illuminated his increasingly resolute outline, showing the boundless confusion in it. Gu He looked directly at him, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

In fact, this is a long-lost meeting.

When the king is away, even if the left minister is talented and able to stabilize the situation, there are always things that he can't take care of. Therefore, as early as a few years ago, Chu Heng chose to return to the imperial capital, and all border affairs were entrusted to He Jun.

Today's General He is entangled in many things, and he can only hurry back when the annual imperial capital banquet is held and the Quartet comes to court.

However, as soon as he came back, he liked to read the scripts. Gu He even suspected that the reason why his family's Xiaotuanzi huddled in the Taixue all day to read jokes to others was influenced by this little uncle.

However, as the sky got late, bright and warm lanterns were hung up, and the clearer sounds of ritual and music came from the front, which also proved that the big banquet was about to start, and there was not enough time for people to reminisce about the old days.

Once a year, when the Quartet comes to the court, the Mid-Autumn Festival feast, and the time for the whole country to gather together.

This is a very important event for Chu State, not only has a beautiful meaning, but also concerns the balance of all parties.

Hugging the small heater, Gu He felt that someone was about to come to urge him. Gu He stood up, tilted his head, and looked at General He who was reluctantly holding the book: "Have you finished reading?"

General He obviously didn't, he hugged Huaben and didn't let go.

A smile gradually appeared in Gu He's eyes.

Because He Jun had to rush back to the border right after the banquet, and time was tight, so every year, he would hold him back for a while in advance, so that he could have time to meet Xiaotuanzi.

When they returned to Beijing that year, He Jun sent the regiment with him. The border was bitterly cold, and the little guy was not suitable for the battlefield, but the beautiful and gentle Imperial Capital was suitable for him.

But with familiar elders around, and with his age, Xiaotuanzi didn't resist too much, and came back obediently. Now he is squatting in the Taixue to tell jokes, with an extremely busy schedule, and he is also the king of Kyoto.

The reason why I haven't come yet is that I was stumbled by something in the Taixue, but I have already sent someone to tell me that I will be there in a while.

In fact, the little uncle doesn't seem to care much about whether his nephew arrives or not, but just concentrates on reading the slightly immature handwriting in the storybook, but it has already begun to have a strong character.

Gu He saw it, walked over, bent down, saw the big "Little Uncle Yue" at a glance, couldn't help bending his eyes and laughing, and said softly: "Take it away and see, it was originally reserved for you."

After hearing this, General He turned his head and put his fist into his mouth in astonishment: "...Is there such a good thing? Who left it for me? In today's Dijing, can anyone still think of me as a widow?"

Hearing his surprised tone, Gu Xiang couldn't help being silent for a moment, and couldn't bear to say: "It's not... Ah Heng confiscated the dumplings."

He Jun: "Little brat."

Cursing, but a gentle smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

It's a pity that the little bastard was not there, only the big killer who confiscated the little bastard's words, and at some point, he stood silently at the door, standing silently.

Chu Wangheng, who is famous all over the world, it seems that time has not left much marks on him, his brows are still sharp, his expression is cold, like a mountain of ice and snow, unclimbable.

It is still only when meeting someone that he will take on a gentle look like an ice edge that melts into the water.

Of course, He Jun is not this person, and he does not enjoy this treatment. General He is only worthy of being frozen into a dog by His Majesty's icy eyes, reading the scriptures to himself, and then being bullied by himself.

When Chu Heng came in, he stood at the door for a while as usual, dissipating the wind that was carried outside, he remained silent, glanced coldly at General He, who was still very old but still played a lot, and gave a silent warning.

General He immediately stood neatly, picked up all kinds of scripts harvested in this line, and said wittily: "See you at the banquet, and leave."

Said and left.

Gu He looked at his back with a smile, shook his head, turned to walk in front of the handsome and fierce king dressed in black, thought for a while, first kissed the corner of his lips lightly, then put down the stove, stretched hands out.

Spreading her slender and beautiful fingers, with the heat from the stove, she said softly, "Come here."

His Majesty, who had to stop for a while when he walked to the door because of the cool wind outside, heard a rare hesitant look on his face.

Gu He looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Qing Juan's brows and eyes turned into helpless expressions.But this cub has cherished him for decades, and he naturally does the same.

So he said in a warm voice: "No problem." He stretched out his hand, wanting to do it himself, not to mention too much, at least give the silly cub a little warmth.

He was stopped in place by a cautious, cold face as if facing a formidable enemy. The owner of the face hesitated, thought for a while, imitated him, and spread his hands out in the same way.

But unlike his whole palm, the little boy only dared to stretch out one finger each.

Put the slightly cool fingers into the warm palm, pause for a moment, and hook them lightly.

that's it.

The gray eyes that were looking at him were clear, with thick and long eyelashes, extremely beautiful, reflected in the warm firelight, looked a little innocent, and did not show the appearance of killing and cutting in the front court at all.

Gu Xiang: "..." Want to chirp.

Arriving at the front hall, not long after, the grand banquet started, the music was overwhelming, silk and bamboo were lingering, and it was extremely lively.

Because it is a traditional festival of Chu State, it was held grandly. Sitting on a high banquet stage, there were important ministers of Chu State on one side, and guests from all over the world on the other.

Gu He bent his eyes, put his fingers on his knees, and drank slowly.

The "Hechunhao" specially sent by Dayue Kingdom is mild in nature, has an excellent taste, and has the effect of nourishing people. It is a rare thing that suits him.

It's just that I'm used to keeping in good health, and I don't really think about it, that is, I'm in a good mood today, and I drank a little more unconsciously.

As for why he was in a good mood, Gu He, whose cheeks were already slightly flushed, held the wine glass in his hand and looked up at the bright lights in the banquet hall.

I couldn't help but think, probably because I was already very satisfied with the result.

He and Chu Heng were lucky enough. After all, based on past experience, those who completed the task either left voluntarily or were forcibly repatriated, just like his last time.

But this time, taking advantage of the loopholes in the world line and trying to survive, unknowingly, so many years have passed.

He did not disappoint the little boy's expectations, nor did he disappoint the one he liked.

Thinking about it this way, Gu Xiang, who was not able to drink well, had already drunk a bit, couldn't help but feel better, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

It's not that they are unconscious. Facing the congratulatory messages from the envoys of various countries, they can still react normally, smiling and nodding, and cooperating in deliberating many decisions.

When the banquet was over and there were only two people, something was wrong.

First, when he was about to go back to the dormitory, facing the person who was talking to him in a low voice, he didn't move, thought for a while, and called out the person's name in a serious manner: "Heng Zai."

Realizing that his lover's condition was not right, Chu Heng stepped back and was about to take him away in person, when he heard this unfamiliar name, he paused slightly.

After a long while, he curled his lips, without any rebuttal, just bent down, skillfully wrapped the person in his arms, put him in a comfortable position, and then responded in a low voice: "Well, I'm here."

As he spoke, he touched the man's lips lightly, and a little smile spread in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, in his heart, Mr. called him so...Heng Zai?

And Mr. Gu, who was really drunk and didn't know what he was doing, seemed to be very happy when he got the response. He raised his hand and stroked his head.

He seemed to want to say something, he opened his mouth, but because he was drunk, he stopped for a while, couldn't remember it, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

It is obviously the most elegant and meaningful face, wrinkled like a dumpling, a little cute.

He lowered his head and stared at the person in his arms, because he liked it so much, His Majesty, who couldn't get enough of it, thought quietly.

He didn't make him wait too long, when the candles in the hall were burning and there was a "pop" sound, the head on the side of his neck gently rubbed against him, finally remembered, and said very seriously: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

There was a pause for the first step, Chu Heng turned his head, kissed the corner of the lips of the person in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Year after year, they accompanied each other, and finally passed another Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is a pleasant thing, and Chu Heng also thought that there would probably never be a happier moment in the world than this.

But immediately after hearing the response, Mr. Gu, whose cheeks were slightly flushed and was already tainted by alcohol, got up again and told him solemnly: "It's wrong, it's not this sentence."

Chu Heng was puzzled, but the drunk gentleman was so indescribably cute that he couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose, and then coaxed: "Okay, I was wrong, it wasn't this sentence, what was it?"

I saw Mr. looking at him hesitantly, and the fingers on his shoulders moved slightly, thinking of something, from the neck to the tips of the ears, slowly soaked in red like flower juice.

He corrected: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, that's why I'm happy. Every year from now on, I'll be with Heng Zai."

These words were straightforward, and Chu Heng was slightly taken aback when he heard them.

After a while, he seemed to realize that he heard himself asking very softly: "Why...why do you want to be with Heng Zai?"

As if realizing how important the next answer was, the decisive king couldn't help breathing, and his voice was as thin as paper.

Seeing the person in front of him stunned, he stared at him blankly, thought about it seriously, as if he thought this question was too stupid, and told him: "Silly boy, of course it's because I like Ah Heng."

No time to take into account the new title.

The light was bright and glowing dimly. At this moment, the moonlight all over the sky seemed to be absorbed into the warm brown eyes of the speaker. Looking at him, Chu Heng felt his heart burning.

Everyone in the world knows that the King of Chu is introverted and not good at words, but few people know that his husband, who seems to be gentle and refined, is in some respects actually even less good at words than him.

He tried his best to accompany him, love him, and help him, but he never said it out loud.

But now, he said: I like Ah Heng, so I want to be with him.

It seemed as though the sky had suddenly dawned.