Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

There is nothing that a hot pot can't solve.

If there is, then two meals.

As the head of the family, Huo Jingxuan took the lead in helping his wife cook meat and vegetables, and the servants of Huo's mansion who indulged the young people in private also escaped unharmed. Then the heavy snow like goose feathers drifted down eloquently.

The old emperor’s illness occurred in the Xu Dynasty, just as he once sent someone to activate the poison in the original body, He Zhaoming also used incense this time to stimulate the backlog of toxins in the opponent’s body. Mr. Huo seems to be gentle and elegant, but he will take revenge. The same pain and suffering, he is bound to make the perpetrator taste it even harder.

The people living at the feet of the emperor are the most sensitive. Since the old emperor was seriously ill, the capital in winter has become more peaceful. Compared with the fourth prince who also relies on bloody methods, people still prefer the third prince who can sing with his concubine. .

——Although living in ancient times, the protagonist Gong has already understood the importance of public opinion.

For the servants of the Huo family, this day is no different from the past. The tree is very popular. In the past six months, there have been countless assassins who wanted to secretly carry out assassinations, but without exception, they all gave the heads of their young wives.

Even though the young man's legs are not good enough, as long as there is one person sitting in the mansion with a knife, the whole Huo family will feel at ease from the inside out.

[This is the so-called deterrence of force value, right?] Baji babbled the melon seeds in the host's sea of ​​consciousness, 0527 watched the live broadcast in the palace full of gossip, 【vomited blood, vomited blood!The chief eunuch is delivering a message for the fourth prince to enter the palace immediately. 】

【too late. 】

Holding the small and exquisite stove in his hand, Chi Hui sat by the window wearing a cloak: 【When the toxins in the old emperor's body erupted is controlled by He Zhaoming. Since he dared to let the news spread, he must have made every possible preparation. 】

As the saying goes: A slight difference is a thousand miles away, the male protagonist and the second male lead launched a mutiny two months in advance, even with the script in hand, I dare not say that I have seen the whole situation.

Even though 0527 had already asked [-] to add the directional teleportation talisman and Dahuan Dan to the shopping cart for backup, looking at the starless night in front of him, Chi Hui still had some inexplicable worries——

Huo Jingxuan, a scholar, has always cared about his safety the most. Even if he agreed to watch the drama end together, the other party would only return to the house to look for him after the situation stabilized.

The map of the mansion's secret passage and the treasures of gold and silver are hidden in the secret compartment not far to the left of the young man. Thinking of the man's instructions before he left, Chi Hui felt both funny and sad.

Even if there are special guards on standby at any time, where can the "cripple" escape to?

He has become a good doctor after a long illness, if he hadn't wittily kept vigilant during the ups and downs last night, he might have been drugged and sent out of the city by the other party.

The silently sheathed Xiuchun Knife lay across his leg, quietly exuding a coldness unique to ironware. This time the mission target did not act together with the protagonist Gong, and 0527, whose functions were limited, could not find the other party's whereabouts for the time being.

No matter what great changes took place in the palace, the lives of the people in Kyoto remained stable. In the silent snowy night, the watchman's clapper knocked three times, and Chi Hui leaned against the candlelight, rarely feeling sleepy.

"Squeak-"

His eyes were lowered slightly, and the small sound of boots stepping on the snow suddenly reached the young man's left ear. Looking out the window, he saw the figure returning home under the umbrella in the heavy snow.

"Huo Jingxuan."

Unconsciously murmuring in a low voice, the young man in red immediately turned his wheelchair and moved towards the door, lightly shaking off the accumulated snowflakes on the top of the umbrella. The man blocked the cold wind whistling behind him, and leaned over to give him a hug cooperatively.

At this moment, Chi Hui buried his face in the man's neck, feeling a little hot in his eye sockets.

"Okay, okay, be careful of catching a cold." It's rare to see a young man so emotionally exposed. Huo Jingxuan patted the other person's back with comforting meaning, "Didn't you say you have to take care of yourself? Why are you still sitting by the window and waiting?" I?"

again.

He has long been accustomed to being disciplined by his mother-in-law and mother-in-law after being possessed by a male doctor, Chi Hui skillfully changed the subject: "How is the situation in the palace? Is the progress going well?"

"Don't worry, the situation in the capital has been completely stabilized by He Zhaoming," the man slowly pushed the young man away from his arms, and the satisfied man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't hold him for too long, cool."

Who cares to hug you!

With a swipe, the distance between himself and the other party was opened, and the young man in red sat upright: "You want to take me into the palace?"

"Yes," Huo Jingxuan explained in a calm tone as he bent down habitually to tidy up his wife's clothes, "He Zhaoming said, this is the first compensation for you and me."

——The blood feud between the Feng family and the Huo family has become a thing of the past. Even if He Zhaoming, who is relatively fair, is sitting on the dragon chair, the other party will not be able to reverse the case for the two families in an open and honest manner.

The death of the cunning rabbit and the cooking of the lackeys, if such tacit scandals are exposed in the open, how can anyone in the world willingly work for the He family?

Knowing that the protagonists in the small world also have their own difficulties, Chi Hui nodded understandingly: "Then let's go."

There is revenge for revenge and kindness for kindness. When the Feng family was destroyed, the protagonist Gong was just a child of the governor. Even if the original owner Feng Xiao is sitting here today, he will not take the opportunity to vent his anger and cause the Chen Dynasty to fall into civil strife.

After the curfew on a snowy night, the streets were very empty. The carriage with the logo of the Huo Mansion galloped all the way into the palace, and it looked warm like spring because of the burning charcoal fire. Gong was standing in front of the old emperor's bedroom waiting for him.

"He's in there."

According to the agreement, the defense in the palace was removed, and He Zhaoming looked at the backs of the two who were about to enter the palace, and couldn't help but whispered with complicated emotions: "...don't do it too much."

In fact, this is completely meaningless nonsense. Even if the young man does nothing peacefully, the other party will die before dawn. He has no interest in whipping corpses. Chi Hui nodded slightly. He put down the Xiuchun knife in his hand.

Anyway, with enough points as a guarantee, even if the old emperor suddenly turns into a dumpling, he can handle it.

Compared with the scene of dying on the dragon chair in the original plot, the dying emperor at this moment is even more desolate. The Funing Palace used as a sleeping hall is full of bitter medicinal fragrance, and the half-white-haired old man is trapped in the bright yellow bedding, with distorted limbs and facial features And stiff.

This is actually somewhat similar to the symptoms of apoplexy, but unlike illness, the other party's consciousness is obviously still clear, at least after seeing the young man's appearance clearly, he who could keep quiet immediately panted "hehe" I gasped.

All living beings are mortals. When the aging emperor fades away the bonuses and filters brought by his power, he is nothing more than an old man on the verge of death. Substituting the memory and mood of the original owner, Chi Hui realizes that he does not feel the success of revenge at all. the joy of—

The deceased is dead, no matter how painful the old emperor's death is, he can't replace the deceased parents of the original owner.

No strength to ask questions, no strength to yell, the young people at this moment can only feel tired, as if the tiredness accumulated over the past ten years has all rushed up.

They both had very similar tragic pasts. Of course, Huo Jingxuan could understand each other's mood at this moment. He calmly counted the old emperor's rapid and weaker breathing. He covered the young man's hand holding the stove: "Do you want to go out?"

"Ah."

The empty heart was stabilized by the man's questioning. The young man who had avenged his vengeance shook his head, and then slowly revealed a smile of relief. Struggling, the two walked away without looking back.

Probably because he didn't expect the so-called liquidation to end so soon, He Zhaoming, who was talking with his baby in his arms, was a little embarrassed, and broke away from the other party's arms in embarrassment. Lin Qingzhu blushed and nodded slightly at the two.

"Why don't you go in and have a look?" The man thoughtfully said without being entangled in the matter, "He can still live half a stick of incense at most."

As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed atmosphere outside Funing Palace froze immediately, without evasion or lying, the future emperor shook his head frankly: "No."

He has done everything from bullying the king, killing his father, seizing power, and plotting rebellion all over the place, so why should he pretend to be in front of insiders? He has never experienced the teaching and love from his father. Of course, he can't be a meek and sensible son. .

The most is the ruthless emperor's family, born in the royal family where father and son are confused with each other, if he doesn't fight or grab, he should have died in Bo Yun's treacherous deep palace long ago.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the dismissed courtiers in the dormitory also returned to their places. After an unknown amount of time, the imperial physicians who came to examine the old emperor's pulse looked at each other, and soon knelt down in front of He Zhaoming. one place.

When the first emperor passed away, there were bursts of crying outside the Funing Palace, and he casually took the Xiuchun knife taken back by the cheap husband. Chi Hui looked at He Zhaoming, whose eyes were filled with tears, and felt that everyone in the royal family was a joke. Refined.

"when--"

The long and distant bell was sounded cautiously, and the news of the late emperor's death immediately spread throughout the capital, and he was moved down the steps by the respectful eunuchs with a calm expression, and the young man in red who did not want to pretend to cry looked up at the sky: " The snow stopped."

Perhaps it is to celebrate the coming new life of the dark and ill-deposited court. The long winter night gradually recedes, and the fiery sun quietly emerges from the east.

Pushing away the palace servants and guards who wanted to lead the way, Huo Jingxuan supported the wheelchair, and slowly pushed his wife forward in the snow. The light golden sunlight reflected on the young man's face, making his jade-like skin even more beautiful It can be broken by blowing bombs.

"What's wrong?" Noticing that the man behind him stopped for no reason, the young man in red turned his head puzzled.

"nothing……"

Accurately grasping the most suitable space for a sneak attack, Huo Jingxuan leaned over slightly, raised his hand and used the cloak to create a small private space for each other, kissed the bright red and moist lips quite familiarly, the man smiled happily, Grinding and biting with canine teeth lightly: "It's just that I suddenly want to kiss my wife."

How lucky.

After being physically and mentally exhausted, he could still go home hand in hand with such a person.