I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

Xu Si unceremoniously propped up his little oil-paper umbrella, and suddenly the rain began to fall heavily, with soybean-like raindrops hitting his face, Han Binghuan felt suffocated in his chest, and wiped his face fiercely.

Looking at each other like a dumb goose, Zhang Feng, who was drenched in the rain together, suddenly remembered that he had an umbrella in his hand, and quickly shook it off, and tried to move the umbrella closer to Han Binghuan, at least to cover him.

Han Binghuan frowned, tilted his head, and looked at him warily.

That face was no longer as glorious as before, but Han Binghuan would still recognize it even if it turned to ashes.Back then, he could see everything clearly from the narrow door. How this man used this face to seduce his father, and how he seduced his father with a coquettish and satisfied face, it was really... disgusting.

Almost disgusted to breathe under the same sky as this person, Han Binghuan took a step forward to avoid the half umbrella that Zhang Feng had kindly moved over.

With a deep sigh, Zhang Feng stopped trying and squatted down holding an umbrella.Years of standing in the palace made his knees unable to support standing for a long time. He looked at the bottom of his robe, and the cloth was ruined by mud, and the original background color could not be seen.

"Botang has been gone for 13 years," he said.

From a height, Han Binghuan could only see the spin of the oil-paper umbrella. The man was completely covered by the umbrella and he could not see him. He felt that the dull air finally began to flow.

He didn't understand why he didn't leave, but stayed without knowing what to say.Maybe it's not that he didn't leave, but that he couldn't. At this moment, in his entire consciousness, what floated was Jiang Ying's dazzling smile, and the coldness in his eyes.This made him lose his ability to react for a moment.

"Is your mother okay all these years?" Zhang Feng asked abruptly.

Han Binghuan raised his eyebrows, his face was livid, "Thanks to Your Excellency, my mother has already shaved her hair and turned into a nun, always accompanying the ancient Buddha with the green lamp."

There was a resentment in this sentence that he didn't realize.

"Botang is most worried about you mother and son. It's good to eat vegetarian food and recite the Buddha's name. You don't have to worry about the secular world and so on, and you can enjoy the peace." Zhang Feng's voice was not thinner than that of ordinary eunuchs, but it was full of vicissitudes.

The rain dripped down the three-dimensional face, and Han Binghuan snorted heavily.

With an umbrella across his line of sight, Zhang Feng is no longer nervous. Facing the tombstone of his former lover, he can always capture unprecedented peace of mind and peace.

"I met your father when..." After a short pause, he seemed to be counting the years, "Oh, I can't remember, at that time your father had just reached the weak crown, and I was the lowest-ranking eunuch in the palace. "

His voice seemed to come from the past green years, with deep nostalgia, "When the first emperor passed away, all the officials mourned, your father passed the imperial examination, and the new official took office. Naturally, the three-day fasting at the Meridian Gate is unavoidable. day."

At that time, Zhang Feng was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was responsible for delivering fast meals to officials.It was midsummer, and they were often so tired that they sweated profusely. All the officials knelt for a long time, their backs ached, and they were dizzy from hunger. The bent waist.

But the new top scholar noticed.He quietly handed the handsome little eunuch a plain handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and grabbed the food box to help him distribute meals.

The euphemistic name is to take this opportunity to get acquainted with colleagues in the officialdom.

For three consecutive days, Han Wei helped Zhang Feng send meals for three days.Yu Hanwei may be a trivial matter, but for Yu Zhang Feng, this talkative and laughing new champion is like a seed, which thrives in his heart at the beginning of love, and gradually grows from a small sapling to a towering ancient tree.

Zhang Feng is looking forward to half a month every month, so that he can leave the palace on vacation.He has no family, no friends, and no other seats to go to. Every time he squats at the door of the Han Mansion for a whole day, he naturally doesn't dare to approach him blatantly. Look, looking forward to seeing that person coming in and out of the house.

Sometimes you can see it, sometimes you can't.

But even so, while he was waiting, his heart was jumping with joy.

Later, Han Wei was sensitive to the scorching gaze, and when he was startled and wanted to run away, he was already standing in front of him.

"Huh? It's you."

His sword eyebrows were slightly raised, so heroic and suave, like a god descended from heaven.

In front of the natural arrogance and righteousness in that person's eyebrows, Zhang Feng felt that he was humbled into the dust.

Zhang Feng, who regards himself as a speck of dust, never dreamed that one day, this unattainable man would say the word "happy" to himself.He had fun for a day, doubted it for a month, and spent another year to prove that Han Wei was indeed serious.

Except for the once-a-month meeting, their daily communication basically relied on letter paper, and the carriages and horses were very slow. Zhang Feng spent every day full of anticipation, until one day, he received a wedding invitation from Han Wei.

In this day and age, the relationship between two men that goes against Chang Lun will probably come to an abrupt end when one of them gets married and has children.If it is too hot and hot to be interrupted, this relationship will go underground, sinking, fermenting, and sublimating in a dark place.

Later, Han Wei's wife found out, and later, Han Wei's health deteriorated to the point where there was no cure.

"I have stayed in the palace all my life, and I don't know why I lived." Zhang Feng shook his shoulders, and a line of raindrops fell down the umbrella ribs. There is nothing in that shallow life."

Han Binghuan felt chilly all over his body, and his cold eyes were half-closed, "You two are happy, where will my mother be?"

In his memory, his mother was in tears all day long, often moaning to himself, asking her how she was, but not saying anything.Just lingering and lingering to say: eunuchs are all low-level things.

Zhang Feng couldn't even squat, and simply sat down in the mud, with his forehead resting on the tombstone.

"The Han family must have no descendants, don't blame your father." His tone was tinged with resentment, "Your mother is a poor person. Don't I? If I wasn't born as a man, I would have ended up in a bad way." Yang, maybe... maybe..."

Maybe he can also live together with the one he loves, and be a loving couple and accompany him hand in hand.At least, he can die in mourning in an open and aboveboard manner.

"Botang, why do you and I know each other?" The fluttering soft words were choked by the crying, and the half bottle of wine in front of the grave was blown down by the wind, and the wine mixed with rainwater, slowly seeped into the soil.

Han Binghuan looked at Zhang Feng, who was crying and described as a mess, and didn't know how to react.Before that, he only knew that he hated his father and the person who seduced his father. He never thought about the many emotions involved in it, let alone this person, who was also suffering.

There is no escape in this relationship, his father, his mother, and, this person.

Han Binghuan automatically assumed the role of his father, and Jiang Xing was Zhang Feng... There was a sharp pain in his heart, and a gap lay in front of him: Will he marry a wife and have children?

The Han family is in the same line, how can you just watch the incense burnt in your own hands?

When the same fork in the road is in front of you, how will you choose, Han Binghuan?he asked himself.

If he was hesitant like his father and couldn't let go of both, the final situation would certainly be the same as it is now, hurting both his wife and that person.

Can only choose one, which one to choose?

The smiling face appeared in front of his eyes again, and Han Binghuan panicked. It was the first time he was so flustered that even his pupils trembled violently.

"Don't follow in the footsteps of Botang," Zhang Feng got up slowly, wiped his face, "If you break it, you break it."

As someone who has been there, he took a meaningful look at Han Binghuan. Rumors about the Commander of Jinyiwei and the Duke of Dongchang had already spread in the streets and alleys, and today he saw that they were almost inseparable.

Zhang Feng is both regretful and helpless, Botang, oh Botang, your son not only looks like you, but also has a similar heart.

Desperately descending the mountain, Han Binghuan headed straight to Dongchang with heavy steps. He couldn't wait to see that person, but he missed the warmth of that person's palm when he hadn't seen him for a few hours.

Xu Si was full of anger all the way, like a hedgehog, she had to go back to the East Factory, to see who was not pleasing to the eye, whoever was caught stared at whom, whoever stared at who had weak legs, all the attendants, big and small, did not dare to breathe heavily.He flicked his sleeves and locked himself in the room.

What the hell does this mean?He lay on the bed with his legs crossed, glaring at the gaudy pattern on the ceiling, as if it was Han Binghuan's face.

"Tell you to look down on the eunuch, tell you to look down on the eunuch." After staring for a while, his eyes sore, he grabbed the quilt, rolled it into a ball, and practiced punching like a sandbag, cursing while hammering, "I didn't expect you to be such a low-level Han Binghuan! Engage in sexism!"

After speaking, I was taken aback, what gender is a eunuch?

"Never mind, you're engaging in racial discrimination! Pull x ruthless! Capitalized scumbag!"

The quilt was bruised and crumpled by him.His arm was a little sore from the beating, Xu Si threw it away again, lay down for a while, got up again, picked it up and stroked it flat, stroked it smoothly, "Forget it, forget it, you are the target person, you are the boss, you It is my food, clothing, parents and noble benefactors, who also control my lifeline. Do whatever you like, as long as you are happy."

After finally letting go of the suffocation hanging from his chest, there was a light slap on the window sill, and Han Zuzong, who was wet and dripping, appeared in front of him in an unusual way.

Han Binghuan's body was full of moisture, and his cold gaze came from his drenched hair. It was deep and sharp, deeper than the cold pool.Xu Si swallowed her saliva, she just scolded someone else, she felt a little guilty, her eyes inevitably averted.

But his evasive appearance, in Han Binghuan's eyes, seemed to be squeezing his heart vigorously.

He is mad at me?Because I belittled the eunuch with my words?

The atmosphere was tense all of a sudden, Xu Si twisted her body like sitting on pins and needles, and found that she was still holding the quilt foolishly, so she hurriedly threw the quilt aside and fell to the ground.

"Why do you..." Just after putting on his shoes, before he could straighten his waist, he was led into a hug that seemed to have just been fished out of a freezer.

Xu Si was a little surprised, it was too cold.

"I'm sorry," the voice in the ear was no longer cold, it was unbearably hoarse, the hot air from exhaled went straight into the pinna, Xu Si's ear tips were hot, and she turned her head a little uncomfortable.

"I hate eunuchs, but I can't hate you." The frequency of Han Binghuan's chest bump was strong and rapid, which shocked Xu Si a little, "I'm afraid I will never be able to hate you."