[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

These years passed quickly, and the year passed in a blink of an eye. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, no matter how reluctant they were, those who had to leave had to go their separate ways.

Li Xunhuan lived at home with his tail between his legs for a few days, facing his father's bloody scolding all day with a sad face, thinking why did he want to practice such martial arts?

Even Long Xiaoyun's silly and cute gags failed to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

It's useless to think hard, at least it lasted until the [-]th hour, and I honestly and quickly returned to the capital. I only hoped that my understanding cousin would accompany the old father. I would like to be more enlightened so that he would almost be thrown out of the house next year like this year.

Huamanlou also went back to Baihualou with Su Muzhe. Before leaving, he entrusted all his flowers to the manager in the village. The manor surrounded by hot springs is somewhat warmer than the outside, and those extraordinarily delicate flowers will not be too much. Like last year, I couldn't bear the cold and died.

Out of the same considerations, Huamanlou did not rush to move the flowers back to Baihualou, but waited until the weather warmed up before bringing them back pot by pot. The same was true for the hundreds of jars of new wine that had been brewed by Su Muzhan. Chuncai was piled up bit by bit by him in the warehouse of Baihualou.

As for the old wine, those that were polluted by the rain had to be thrown away, and the well-preserved Su Mu covered a part, and sent the rest to Hua's family.

Don't expect anything else, the next time when he comes to the door, the faces of those young masters will be a little better, thank God.

The small wine stall downstairs in Baihua is still open, it still looks dilapidated and half-dead, and there are still three big bucks for a pot of wine. The coolies who get up early and the watchmen who come back late sell wine here, chatting with the shopkeepers who have not been out of the stall for a long time. For the last two sentences, Su Muzhe only lowered his head and answered in a dull tone, and served him the wine quickly with his hands and feet. Hua Manlou was upstairs listening to Su Muzhe being besieged by the over-enthusiastic neighbors with a smile, and it took him a long time to speak out to relieve him .

The cat made a lot of fuss, and was finally sent to the Baihua Building to be raised. It spread its teeth and claws and occupied the room that originally belonged to Su Muzhe. Su Muzhe simply didn't care, and turned his head to occupy half of the room in Huamanlou. Huamanlou was helpless. Smiling, without saying much, he tacitly gave up half of the bed.

However, Su Muzhe asked someone to find a well-behaved and docile kitten and send it to Mrs. Hua. The cat originally from the Western Regions was covered in snow and had long fur, round and cute.

The calmness of the day always makes people feel a little uneasy, especially for Su Muzhe. His keen intuition tells him that there must be a bigger storm brewing under the waveless water, and Yu Luocha's plan is nothing more than Just one of the waves to come.

But no matter how ominous the premonition is, the most important thing for him right now is to bury the pot of wine that has been brewed for more than half of the spring in his hand.

……

No one thought that the first thunder that fell after the Waking of Insects hit Jiangnan.

The emperor issued an imperial decree, to the effect that when the late emperor made his southern tour, Murong Bo, the deceased patriarch of the Murong family in Gusu, had rescued him and resigned the reward very indifferently, but the royal family is not ungrateful. Hearing that Murong Bo died young, leaving behind a widowed mother and young son, I feel pity for him, and hereby bestow a reward.

Firstly, a plaque of loyalty written by the imperial pen, secondly, Murong Fu married the eldest daughter of the empress dowager's natal family, and finally, Wang Yuyan, the cousin of Murong's family, entered the palace to accompany the princess to read.

One pile after another sounds very decent, but in the eyes of those who know the inside story, the emperor's actions are vicious and vicious.

How Yanziwu was disturbed by an imperial decree will not be explained, but when the news reached Huamanlou's ears, he praised: "Your Majesty is really a wonderful person."

Su Muzhe raised his eyebrows in displeasure, but he didn't say anything. The news of the demon sect's hidden stake was delivered to him a few days ago, with the analysis of Brother Yushan attached to prevent the simple-minded Zuo Hufa in their hearts from seeing it clearly. The waves in it are rough.

These two dynasties have passed, the Murong family is still holding the identity of the emperor's descendants, and the point is that their various petty actions are not very smart. On the other hand, the empress dowager's family is ready to make all kinds of troubles, and the emperor is tired of watching the show. Throw them into trouble.

The young lady who raised the empress dowager meticulously and planned to enter the palace to be the queen was randomly allocated to a reckless man in the world. The word loyalty is simply poking at the heart of the Murong family. After the dowry for the young lady's marriage is finished, the family who is almost empty can still do it. How long will it last.

As for the young lady, the emperor shrugged and smiled, "It's rare to drag someone out of the fire with a kind heart, lest the innocent girl waste her youth, Li Qing, are you so worried about that young lady... ..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Li Xunhuan raised his hand with a headache to stop his remaining words, "Are you addicted to being a matchmaker?" First Miss Fu's family and Tie Butou, then Murong's family, he just came back from Jiangnan to ask casually After one sentence, seeing this posture is clearly the rhythm of saying one more sentence and immediately decreeing a marriage.

"Looking at Li Qing's age and standing alone, I feel very sorry." The emperor picked up the memorial and wrote it with a smile, "If you are not satisfied with Miss Wang, the Empress Dowager has something more pleasing in her hands." He said So cold and contemptuous, as if the Queen Mother was described as the role of the brothel bawd.

Li Xun Huan touched his nose and immediately bowed to leave. After leaving the door, he saw a long line of gorgeous guards of honor approaching from a distance, so he hurriedly left at a faster pace.

It is better to leave the difficult task of facing the angry Queen Mother directly to His Majesty the Emperor.

The Queen Mother was indeed angry. Her niece from her natal family had just come to her to cry. The little girl was haggard for a few days. As if he had never seen her face at all, he couldn't help feeling angry, pointing at the emperor and cursing without thinking.

She scolded, and the emperor listened. The harder she scolded, the more indifferent the emperor was. He picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the memorial, sitting upright, opening and closing his lips and muttering, as if he couldn't hear someone pointing out in his ear. pointing his nose and cursing.

The surrounding palace people stood silently with their heads down, looking at their noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts, obviously they were used to the Queen Mother's behavior.

The more the emperor remained silent, the angrier the empress dowager became, and she was so angry that she strode forward and overturned the pile of memorials in front of the emperor, "The Ai family is talking to you!" Can't help frowning.

The pen dipped in cinnabar brushed over the scattered memorials, the emperor paused, put down the pen, and sighed quietly: "The Queen Mother is getting old, let's rest in Shoukang Palace these days."

"What?!" The Empress Dowager stared wide-eyed. Before she could react, she was caught and dragged out of the house by a few elderly palace men. For a moment, she didn't care about any dignity, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "You are not filial or fraternal! things! The Ai family really raised you for nothing!"

"How filial and fraternal do you want me to be?" The emperor smiled lowly, his eyes were cold, "Should I give up this position, or simply die in front of you?!" He hurried a few steps to the queen mother, looked down Looking at the old face that no amount of rouge and gouache could conceal, it was not until the Queen Mother couldn't help looking away that she continued, "When the weather warms up, you can set off for the ancestral temple. I think the emperor is alive in heaven. In memory of you."

The Empress Dowager was still about to say something, but the palace servants quickly blocked her mouth and dragged her out into the sedan chair. The leading maid looked at the empress dowager's resentful eyes and sighed, "If you are quieter, Your Majesty will not be like this." .”

The emperor leaned over to tidy up the scattered memorials, and opened them again for reviewing. Wang An, the chief eunuch, rubbed the ink for him in silence. After a long time, the emperor said to himself: "A person should know himself well." It is the duty of husband and wife, monarch and ministers not to disagree, do you think this is the reason?"

Wang An didn't say anything, just buried his head lower, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.

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Su Muzhe was also sweating, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his palms. He carefully held the jar and walked into Baihualou. Hearing the sound of footsteps in Huamanlou, he turned his head and said, "I'm back." Su Muzhe would occasionally After leaving for a day and a half, he secretly didn't know what he was doing, curious, Hua Manlou admitted that there was something, but he didn't ask or explore, Asu would naturally say what he wanted to say, and he didn't force it if he didn't want to say it.

And why force it.

"En." Su Muzhe responded, put the wine in his hand on the table, and lifted the mud seal. This jar is only the size of a palm, and it is more like an exquisite decoration in his hand. You can smell it very clear as soon as you open your mouth. The fragrance was surprisingly cold, and the overwhelming blizzard and wind hit, but the shallow fragrance made people feel chills running down their backs.

Hua Manlou said: "You told me to bring the wine, why did you bring new wine?" There was also a small pottery wine jar on the table, the corners were rounded by someone's rubbing, and the rubbings of Su characters could no longer be seen clearly. Su Muzhe picked up the jar, and there was only a little residual wine left in the jar.

But still fragrant overbearing.

"These two kinds of wine should be drunk together." Su Muzhe poured the remaining residual wine into the new wine, one drop, two drops, three drops, and slowly the two aromas mixed together, intertwined and overlapped, becoming It is so clear and indifferent, it makes people think of the first snowflake that fell on the plum petals in early winter, the first drop of ice crystals that melted into the stream, and the first ray of spring breeze that was still chilly. With a gentle voice, "This altar is called Remnant Flowers, and this altar... is called Sinkhole."

Beast stove sinking hookah, emerald marsh residual flowers, written line by line in the legend of lovesickness.

I have a sinking hookah and a piece of residual flower, if you wish...let me write your lovesickness...

Su Muzhe stared at Huamanlou with apprehension in his eyes, he couldn't say such love words, he only hoped that Huamanlou could understand his own thoughts, but he was ashamed of the lingering and soft children's thoughts appearing on him like this , Thoughts turned a few times, and even the back was covered with cold sweat.

"Asu..." Hua Manlou raised his eyes, his tone sounded like a sigh, "I..."

Before he finished speaking, the two heard the sound of jingling bells and smashing things downstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs quickly. The sound was very hurried, and one could imagine that the owner of the footsteps must be extremely panicked. fear.

Then, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl rushed straight into Hua Manlou's arms, and the corner of her clothes was carried across the table, and the wine jar was overturned and mellow fragrance was scattered all over the floor.

Everything happened like lightning, before Huamanlou realized what had happened, he hugged him with soft jade Wenxiang, but he reflexively pushed away the girl in his arms and stretched out her hand to pull Su Muzhe's wrist, Gently comfort Su Muzhe's unsteady emotions.

Su Muzhe looked at the little girl who barged in, and a sudden smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You should be lucky, I won't kill anyone in front of Huamanlou."

His voice is gentle, but it makes people's backs go numb, as if they have entered the Nine Nether Hell by mistake.

The author has something to say: Finally, I can't help but fast-forward and enter Lu Xiaofeng's plot. Well...let me light a candle for Shangguan Feiyan first

Let's order ten...

Don't dislike the emperor's many plots. In the future, he will also be the main force to promote the plot (basic love). That's it. Good night, little angels. 030