After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

Zongzheng Chiye broke into the Lihua Pavilion. Xiao Qinghe was worried that Zongzhengxu would come soon, so he made a plan with Zongzhengchi immediately.

"Tomorrow, people from the Tayu Kingdom will come to offer tribute, and the emperor will definitely refuse, so you take this opportunity..."

Zongzheng Chi leaned into his ear and said the plan, Xiao Qinghe still couldn't help but feel a little worried, "So what if he doesn't want to change?"

"Then kill him." Zong Zhengchi said.

"I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Zongzheng Xu could come at any time, and Zongzhengchi didn't stay too long, and left after discussing.

It was only when he was outside the palace wall that he remembered that he forgot to ask, does the emperor know that Qinghe is Qinghe.

……

After receiving the notification, Zong Zhengxu hurried to the Lihua Pavilion.

When they arrived at the place, the door was wide open, Zong Zhengchi had disappeared, only Xiao Qinghe was left leaning on the pear wood chair, staggering, leisurely.

He was panting slightly, but he was quietly relieved.

"Young master is here?" Xiao Qinghe opened his eyes and smiled slightly, "It's a bit late today."

Zongzheng Xu followed his face closely with his eyes, and always felt that this person...was a bit different from before.

The growing sense of familiarity startled him.

"Someone has been here." His tone was very firm.

"That's right!" Xiao Qinghe didn't intend to keep hiding his original temper, he was going to leave anyway, so he simply lived a little more selfishly, "At that time Xiaoci was sleeping, and he was startled when he saw a man barging in with a sword. "

"Are you hurt?" Zongzheng Xu asked casually.

"How can it be, the person in this world who can hurt Xiaoci has not yet been born!" Xiao Qinghe said with a smile that did not match the reality.

Zong Zhengxu looked at him with complicated eyes, "Really?"

No, of course not.

"Yes." Xiao Qinghe still smiled, patted his clothes and got up from the rocking chair, "It's getting late, young master, do you want to stay here tonight?"

"it is good."

Xiao Qinghe was stunned, a little caught off guard, he had expected that Zongzheng Xu would refuse.

He had not once spent the night here in all this time.

"Come into the house." After Zongzheng finished speaking, he walked to the front on his own, as if this was his home.

Xiao Qinghe wanted to bite off his tongue, and followed resentfully.

Zong Zhengxu got on the couch first, lifted the quilt, and patted the vacant space, signaling Xiao Qinghe to go over quickly.

Xiao Qinghe was very unhappy in his heart, and he couldn't show his feet at this time, so he had to move over step by step.

Suddenly his eyes went dark, and the quilt even covered his head. Zongzheng Xu raised his hand, and the candles in the room were also extinguished. In the darkness, his voice was a little lonely, "Go to sleep."

"Okay." Xiao Qinghe rolled up the quilt and turned sideways, leaving his back to him, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he shared the same bed with Zong Zhengxu, even if he closed his eyes, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and his whole body was so stiff that he ached.

Fortunately, that person didn't seem to have the intention of crossing the line, and soon came the sound of long breathing.

Xiao Qing and An settled down, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

In the haze, the faint sobbing sound lingered in my ears, like a dream or an illusion.

He didn't open his eyes until he heard his name.

Xiao Qinghe soon realized that the voice was coming from behind him, so he turned around.

On Zongzhengxu's quiet face, there were two lines of tears.

But he stopped murmuring, as if the owner of that name was such a cherished person that he didn't even want people to hear his name.

Xiao Qinghe was completely shocked, and stared blankly at his face for a long time.

It turned out that Zongzhengxu also cried?

Xiao Qinghe looked at the face in front of him that seemed to be entangled in a nightmare, getting closer and closer, his heart was beating violently, and the sound was so loud that he couldn't hear any other sounds besides this.

It wasn't until his lips were about to touch those tightly closed tearful eyes that he woke up instantly.

Withdrew quickly as if struck by lightning, raised his hand neatly, and slapped himself loudly in the face.

Loud enough to wake yourself up.

"Xiao Qinghe, don't you feel uncomfortable when you see the whirlpool and don't jump?!" He scolded himself in a low voice, raised his hand and slapped the other half of his face, only then did he become fully awake.

Then he came into the court without any clothes on, wearing a white tunic, and the moonlight cast his figure onto the wall, intertwined with those mottled shadows of pear blossoms, entangled, and he would never stop pulling, painstakingly I can't even jump over the wall.

Xiao Qinghe felt oppressed, Zongzhengxu was still asleep in his room, he couldn't vent the depression in his heart through any way that would cause big disturbances, he could only bear it.

Fortunately, the dawn came very quickly, and he didn't suffer any more torture. He returned to the house before Zong Zhengxu woke up, took off his shoes and socks, and lay back on the bedding again.

Like he never left.

Xiao Qinghe closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep, a kiss as thin as onion's wings fell on his eyelids, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

He still didn't open his eyes, and Zong Zhengxu didn't expose him.

Xiao Qinghe knew that he couldn't fool Zongzhengxu, so he lied to himself, but Zongzhengxu wanted to deceive himself like this.

As long as you don't open your eyes, who this person is is up to him.

Xiao Qinghe pretended to be asleep, but he didn't want to pretend to be asleep. When he woke up, the sun was already high, and there was no sign of Zongzhengxu on the bed.

Yan Kuochuo delivered the food to the door, knocked on the door lightly with one hand, and asked politely, "Master, do you want to eat inside or outside?"

There is a stone bench in the atrium of the Lihua Pavilion, and some incomprehensible patterns are carved on the smooth table top. In the scorching summer, Xiao Qinghe prefers to eat outside or just sit around.

"Put it outside."

Hearing his voice, Yan Kuochuo replied "yes", followed by the sound of footsteps going away.

Xiao Qing and Chaocao tidied up and went out for dinner.

When I was about to go out to buy things, I just realized that there were a lot more guards in the yard, about three times the usual number.

Did Zongzheng Xu have a heart, afraid that Zongzheng would kill him later?Or are you afraid that he will let you go?

If you are not allowed to go, then just don't go.

At noon, the backyard was inexplicably flooded. Most of the guards and guards were ordered by Yan Kuochuo to put out the fire, and less than half of the people left in the front yard.

Xiao Qinghe was pacing in front of the court with a calm face, but his heart was full of anxiety.

There won't be any loopholes in Zong Zhengchi's plan, right?

Suddenly, a guard in armor walked towards him.

Xiao Qinghe recognized him at a glance, "Chi Zai!"

"Qinghe, let's go."

During the speech, Zong Zhengchi had already arrived in front of him, his wrist tightened, and he pulled him out the door.

During the period, a guard of unknown circumstances looked over and saw that the person pulling him was wearing his own clothes, so he assumed that the fire was raging in the courtyard, and he just pulled people to avoid him, so he didn't care much.

The two went out of the yard smoothly, and Xiao Qinghe even had time to let him say a few more words before being shoved into an unremarkable sedan chair.

The curtains had already been put down, and they were lifted immediately. Zong Zhengchi had a desperate look on his face. He stared at him for a while, as if mustering up his courage, half of his body got into the car, and the warm kiss fell on him. The skin at the corner of his lip.

"Qinghe, you take a step first, and I will follow in a few days."

"you……"

The curtain fell with a snap, separating the two of them.

Xiao Qinghe felt staggered for a while, and got off the sedan chair again. He was pulled out by the sedan chair bearer, and then stuffed into another sedan chair with a more gorgeous appearance.

All this happened too quickly, he didn't say a word, but in the blink of an eye, he was startled by the person sitting next to him and choked.

This person has white hair, half of his face is covered by a light veil, but his eyes are lake blue, just turning his eyeballs can move people's minds, surrounded by the edge of this lake are snow-white eyelashes.

It's really difficult to distinguish between male and female, carved with jade flour, like a human and a demon.

Sniffing carefully, it seems that you can still smell the faint fragrance.

Xiao Qinghe suddenly thought of a legend: every step of the way deceives people, and anyone who sees it will stand before his age.

"You are...Xu Huashui?"

But the man ignored him, only squinted at him, and snorted coldly from his nasal cavity.

Xiao Qinghe was running for his life, so naturally he didn't have so much leisure time to chat with him.

There was another shake, the sedan chair fell to the ground, and the people outside the tent said: "Young Master, Xinrong Jun Pavilion has arrived."

Xu Huashui didn't bother to give him a glance anymore, got up and got off the sedan chair.

Xiao Qinghe smelled the fragrance again.

He didn't dare to lift the curtain completely to see, for fear that the people standing outside would be Zongzhengxu's people.

He just picked up some with his fingertips, lifted a corner, and saw that the people carrying him had all changed.

Still in the same attire, but calling him Young Master.

"My lord, we are on our way."

Xiao Qinghe's heart beat like a drum, and the bustling market was next to his ears.

After a short while, the bustle went away, and his ears became completely quiet.

He finally dared to lift the tent and take a look, and he saw a majestic mountain peak, and the sedan chair he was riding was traveling on a narrow road, with snow-white flowers on both sides.

It occupies a vast area, and anyone who sees it will be shocked by its size.

Beside his sedan chair, there was an attendant accompanying him, dressed as a foreigner, hearing his voice, but deliberately pretending to be deaf, as if he didn't recognize the difference between him and Xu Huashui at all .

"These pear blossoms..." Xiao Qinghe was fascinated, and murmured unconsciously, feeling pleasantly surprised.

"Looks good?" The waiter sneered, with disdain in his words, "Young master doesn't know, this is planted by Zong Zhengxu by a deceased man, and the distance stretches for hundreds of miles!"

Xiao Qinghe was shocked for a moment, and suddenly he was at a loss for words, unable to answer a word.

"Hmph, such things that the love between children and children will harm the overall situation, only they, Beiqi Hunjun, can do it."

Xiao Qing and Xinxia became confused.

Zong Zhengxu was a liar, and he had been fooled through and through.

It's just a rumor, even if there are large pear blossoms competing to bloom in the unattended mountain depressions, how can it be seen that these are planted by Zongzhengxu?

It is probably because the common people want to add some legends to the monarch.

The waiter couldn't wait for his response, but he also said with great interest, "The mountains and rivers along the road were not originally the border of Beiqi. The pear grove, this is what it is like today."

"According to the gossip, he planted every plant with his own hands, and he refused all the soldiers who wanted to help. He was unwilling to give each plant his own hands."

Hey, if this is the case, then Zongzhengxu doesn't need to fight. The good times are spent digging mountains and farming, so why fight!

Xiao Qinghe said almost sharply: "You are a jade man, but you know these baseless rumors about Bei Qi clearly."

The attendant didn't really care about his tone, "I don't know if it's a rumor, but even those in our army who fought against the Beiqi army knew about it, so it seems true."

fake!

"Let's go." Xiao Qinghe was far less calm than he thought. He leaned his head on the car, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of confusion.