sunset fever

Qu Mengjun tears down the double dragon tent

Chen Jianbo's blood-splattered boots of hundreds of officials

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There is Zhangming Temple in the outskirts, and the incense burns at its peak after the twelfth lunar month, and the flat land is covered with lush forests in summer and autumn, and by this time, only the complicated and dry branches are left.

The temple is quiet, in a land where mountains and rivers are harmonious, the beauty has a fair skin and pointed face, with black hair. She is wearing a white cloak, nodding her head and moving slowly, stepping down from the carriage and stepping on the servant's back.

There are brightly dressed officials passing by, as well as civilians dressed in coarse cloth, and everyone is facing the clear sunshine.The feeling of winter has faded, the sky will be warm and still cold, the sky is a kind of purplish blue, the clouds are torn into thin sheets, and the dome hangs like yarn.

The beauty walked into the temple, and Jin Gui's body was guarded by several maids and servants, those who carried clothes and shoes, those who carried water bags and food boxes, and those who were good at stoves... The beauty's eyes were wide and her red lips were tightly pursed. The servants waited outside the door, leaving only two close servant girls.

In the hall of the temple, incense is burning with a deep smell, and the white threads are entwined, weaving a new gauze net in front of the people. The beauty lit the incense, knelt down, and kowtowed again.

When everything was over, she went out again, embroidering the toe of her shoes and hooking the old threshold, her shoulder collided with a man's upper arm and hurt, the beauty looked up at the man, and the man also looked at her.

The man's eyes were bright, he was unexpectedly beautiful, dressed in red, with long hair hanging down, and a pink birthmark on his neck.

"Sorry, sir," she said.

Chen Zhangqin stared at the woman with his eyes open, his heart tensed instantly, as if he had entered a fantasy or a dream, he gritted his teeth slightly, and suddenly asked in a somewhat awkward manner: "What's your name?"

"Rong Sang," she was probably afraid of blocking the way of others, so she walked a little outside the hall, saluted Chen Zhangqin again, looked at him with a worried expression, and said, "I am a concubine of the Rong Palace, so I will make amends to you."

Chen Zhangqin still looked at her without blinking, the base of his nose trembled, his hands clenched tightly, he hid his fist under the loose sleeve, and nodded.

Rong Sang came from Fenjiang, although she didn't have much experience, but by looking at her clothes, she knew that Chen Zhangqin was not a very ordinary person, she was too humble and cowardly, afraid of offending someone who shouldn't be offended.

Chen Zhangqin continued, asking without any concealment: "Where do you come from?"

"I grew up in Fenjiang since I was a child."

"Who are your parents?"

"My father is a blacksmith, and my mother works in someone else's house." The sun was a little eye-catching, Rong Sang frowned and answered him.

Chen Zhangqin continued to ask, even anxiously: "What's your mother's name?"

Rong Sang answered him: "My name is Shunmei, and my surname is Lu. My grandfather was an oil seller. He was poor and humble all his life, and he never did anything bad."

After answering in one breath, her small mouth let out a nervous breath.

The maids were smarter than Rong Sang, they didn't know Chen Zhangqin, they were instructed by Chen Mixie before they left home, so they were more wary of anyone, they hurriedly stepped forward to help Rong Sang's forearm, and said: "Madam is not well, the mountainside It's windy, let's not wait any longer."

"That's true," Rong Sang responded, and immediately bowed to Chen Zhangqin, she said, "My lord, I've said everything I can. If you have something to do, go to the manor to find the prince and ask him to make up for you."

After Rong Sang took two steps back, turned around and left, Chen Zhangqin suddenly made up his mind, and said at the throat: "You look like..."

Rong Sang's slender back came out of the gate of the temple, and she was surrounded by more people. Her black-haired white face and a pair of moving eyes seemed to come from the maple forest many years ago.

The one named Jin Yu is Chen Zhangqin's biological mother, but this one is not.

Immediately, Chen Zhangqin lost his desire to offer incense.

The streets of Yangjing are a little different. There is some excitement in the twelfth lunar month, but this area is not festive. Those people scattered the printed poems all over the sky, and the officers and soldiers walked along the road with spears and swords. The soldiers came, followed by "kick, kick, clang, clang" soldiers.

Some civilians smashed the market, some tied people up against the fire, or some cried and recited poems...the sharp gun hit the flesh, some people got a hole in the stomach, some rode on the heads of officers and soldiers, and some fled in a hurry.

Chen Zhangqin felt that this was not like Yangjing. He walked through the narrow alleyway and wanted to take a long way to leave here. He knew that the whole of Yangjing was generally harmonious. Recently, there were only a few more chaotic places. It is said that it is the palace of Yaotai. Related, probably some endless resentment.

I don't know whether this chaos is the beginning or the end. Chen Zhangqin walked out of the alley, and when he left, someone stuffed a list of poems into his neckline, someone pushed him, and when he lowered his head, not far away Suddenly, a fresh and hot human head rolled over.

Chen Zhangqin hurried back.

Spring is approaching in the yang, but it is winter under the shady wall. Yan Xiu came to Suihua Hall in the afternoon and waited in the dormitory. He flipped through two idle books and looked at Chen Bizhen's playthings on the shelf. He went to the closet to look at his nice clothes.

Waiting for Chen Bizhen, it will be dark soon.

First, after hearing Zhu Yunian's voice, Yan Xiu didn't move, just sat on the couch with his legs folded, holding the book in one hand, while his wrist was warmed by the candle, Chen Bizhen said something outside: "You all Don't come in."

Yan Xiu was sitting in the lamp, like some illusory god descending, he still had that face that couldn't laugh out loud, he was slightly sternly looking at Chen Bizhen who came in.

Chen Bizhen's expression was very bad, his brows were frowned, his teeth were clenched tightly, he stood at the entrance for a long while, but he didn't move, Yan Xiu asked lightly: "What's wrong?"

Chen Bichen, after being silent and stunned, whispered two words: "No."

In fact, he seemed to have been greatly wronged, and suddenly came up in a hurry, before the door was closed, he hugged Yan Xiu, pressed him on the couch, and kissed his neck.

Outside, Zhu Younian immediately listened to the voice, scattered the servants away, and came up to close the door by himself. He whispered a lesson to the younger ones: "Be smart."

Yan Xiu was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. He stretched out his arms and went to break Chen Bichen's head. He said, "Slow down, they are all outside."

"There is news from my people." Chen Bizhen got up on his knees and began to undress himself. He ignored Yan Xiu who had fled from the couch, and said, "I won't go into details. In short, I have been tricked and I have to start to pass the test again." .”

Yan Xiu sat on the edge of the bed, took off his outer cloak, and then began to untie his robe, and then his trouser belt. He was slow, with a kind of desolation all over his body, not as anxious as Chen Bizhen; the two got out of the tent and rolled together. Outside, the candlelight was swaying outside, the wind slipped in through the window, and the fire in the charcoal basin on the ground was shining bright red.

"Also, I locked up Qu Yao. I went to her palace just now to talk about her and King Yu Che, but I bumped into her trying to escape, and even packed her luggage. I was a little angry."

When he said this, there was only a pair of obscene trousers left on Chen Bizhen's body, he stripped off the person lying on the head, desperately pressed down on his immediate relatives, and panted and complained.

"Don't think so much, now is not the time to say that." Yan Xiu touched his neck and touched his mouth. The two of them couldn't ask too many questions. Since Yan Xiu stayed here all afternoon, who We all know what he means.

Zhu Younian was guarding outside, and then outside, it was Zhong Qingming leading the people. The situation was a little tense recently, and Chen Mixie had already started to move. The wind was cold at night, Zhong Qingming glanced at the room alertly, and stomped. Numb toes.

Yan Xiu grabbed the bright yellow satin bed curtain with his hands, and the wind slipped in through the gaps in the fabric, hitting his hot face and body.

Hair is getting tangled.

After finishing the work, the waiter brought in hot water and some food, drink, and other things. At this moment, Chen Bichen didn't look like a monarch. He was the thinnest in the room, and stamped his feet in embarrassment, rushing Zhu Younian out.

Wearing new pajamas, Yan Xiu washed the handkerchief in the water, stretched out his slender wrist and wrung it dry, wiped it on Chen Butian's face, and laughed at him: "Look, it looks like I have done something to you."

"This is my private matter!"

"Okay, you will have dozens of concubines in the future, don't be petty." Yan Xiu took back the veil after wiping his face, and said coldly.

Chen Bizhen was about to jump again, he stuffed his hand into Yan Xiu's neckline, chased the bully, and when he caught up, he hugged him from his waist, put his heart on Yan Xiu's thin back, and said loudly: "I don't want half a concubine. Now, don't mess with me."

"Okay, let me lie down." Yan Xiu's tired body didn't move, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell down when he ran. Chen Bizhen finally let him go, Yan Xiu went to wash himself, and then went to bed.

When the lights were turned off at night, Yan Xiu leaned on his wrist and asked, "Why did the Empress mess with you?"

Chen Bizhen sighed roughly, he hugged him tightly, put his mouth on the bridge of Yan Xiu's nose playfully, kissed him a few times, and replied: "I could have fulfilled them, but she wanted to run away because Yangjing had her." Chaos, fear of death here."

"What's wrong with that?"

"It made me unhappy, of course it was wrong." Chen Bizhen showed some unpredictable temper.

Yan Xiu then scolded him: "When it comes to this matter, you are a fool."

Chen Bizhen didn't take it seriously, touched the bottom of Yan Xiu's clothes, and said: "Half a month of confinement, it's not like killing her, at least she is still the Queen of Dayan now, if she escapes, there will be a lot of trouble."

Yan Xiu gritted his teeth and asked jokingly, "Compared with yours and mine, which one is more troublesome?"

"You are not troublesome, you are my heart disease." As Chen Bizhen spoke, his hands ran along Yan Xiu's soft and smooth hair, his face was very close, and he was clinging, and kissed.

Yan Xiu's heart was really comfortable, but maybe, only this night, he imagined that his fingers were sharp iron blades, about to sink into the thin and hot flesh on Chen Butian's back, he imagined that they drank the same sip poison, so they died overlapping on the bed engraved with dragons and phoenixes.

He fantasizes that people's hatred will never stop, and the fragrant blood of the people around him stains the front of his robe.

"I am... a heart disease." Yan Xiu closed his eyes, and in the lingering lingering, said another low and gentle sentence, "Your heart disease."

The twelfth lunar month in Suihua Palace is coming to an end, and the new year in Chongcheng is coming. The snow in Yangjing has not accumulated much, and the sunny days will be prolonged.

Everyone knows.

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