Shengjing Conspiracy

In the yard, Wen Youqing entered the house with a bowl of soup.

"Brother Yun! I've made broth for you, please taste it!" Wen Youqing carefully carried the soup into the inner room, smiling like a raccoon slave offering treasure and begging to pluck his hair.

I still remember the night when he just woke up, when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Yan dumbfounded, looking at him as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't speak for a long time, Jing Yun was worried that he was frightened because of his injury, As soon as he opened his mouth to coax, Yan Yan began to cry like a child, his small face was wet with tears, and Jing Yun's small body was twitching as he watched Jing Yun's heart ache, and it took him a long time to coax him.

It wasn't until Wen Youqing was tired from crying that she carefully huddled in a ball in the man's arms, clutching the man's clothes tightly in her hands, like this to confirm that the man really came back, then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

But that kind of Yan Yan was only a flash in the pan, and when she woke up the next day, Yan Yan returned to her previous appearance.

Jing Yun looked at the bowl of broth that looked like medicine soup, and stretched out his hand to take it with the air of a strong man who sacrificed his life, mouthful.

Because of the broken leg, Jing Yun was restrained by Wen Youqing on the bed for the past few days and was not allowed to move around. He even learned to make some weird soups for Jing Yun to drink all day long.

Jing Yun recalled the strange taste in his mouth, and thought that this should be a sweet burden. A young master like Yan Yan who never touches Yang Chunshui washes his hands and makes soup for him. He must be the only one in the world.

"Yanyan, what kind of soup is this today?" Jing Yun tasted it, and it tasted completely different from the previous venison soup and snake soup, and he had never tasted it before.

"Is it delicious?" Wen Youqing blinked.

"It's delicious." Jing Yun lied with difficulty.

Wen Youqing kicked off her shoes and nestled beside Jing Yun, looking at the man who couldn't move, she smiled more heartily.

"So what kind of soup is it?" Looking at the smile of the person in his arms, Jing Yun suddenly had a bad premonition.

Wen Youqing's slender, white fingers slid from Jing Yun's chest to the man's legs little by little, her light-colored lips parted, "It's deer whip soup."

Jing Yun: "..."

Last time, only the venison soup alone kept Jing Yun awake for a long time. This time, he just switched to deer whip soup, and Jing Yun felt that half of his life was gone.

"Yan Yan, you are killing me." Jing Yun said dryly, full of grievances, and he didn't want to put himself in danger. are you back.

The hands between the legs were lightly clasped, and the fingertips poked, like the paws of a raccoon slave, not light or heavy but very attractive.

Hearing the man's heavy breathing, Wen Youqing glanced at the standing position, withdrew her hand, sat up and looked down at the man, "If there is another time, don't want this thing."

Jing Yun smiled wryly, nodded hurriedly, took the other's hand and put it back in that position, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Yan Yan, don't just torture me, at least help Brother Yun, right?"

Seeing that the man looked like a poor big dog, Wen Youqing couldn't help but bent down and left a tooth mark on the man's face, angrily said: "If you dare to leave me behind, you will die!"

Jing Yun, who hugged Wen Youqing's warm body, pursed his lips and laughed, even if he threw himself away, he wouldn't lose Yanyan.

This is a unique treasure bestowed on him by God.

The last old man in Jiuli was also ransacked, and the landslide was about to stop. Yang Su took people to find the missing villagers. Originally, this task would take a few days, but Xing Mo wanted to follow, and he brought his own soldiers to help, so The villagers who were still alive for three days returned to their homes.

As for the confusing Longsha, he also stopped. With the evidence of Xu Kun and the testimony of Master Miao and Gao Youde, those women who were kidnapped to be Yangzhou skinny horses were all rescued.

After everything calmed down, Kunshan County also returned to calm.

Shang Lanqing came to Shang Lanyun's room again. After that day, the other party lived here, or was under house arrest here, and spent the whole day making tea and playing chess.

"Li Corruption was caught." Shang Lan said calmly.

Shang Lanyun didn't take it seriously, and poured himself a cup of tea, "Really."

"You were his last life-saving hole card, and now you are gone."

"So what." Shang Lanyun sneered disdainfully, "What's the use of telling me, I can't protect myself, can I ask you to let him go?"

Shang Lanqing nodded and sat opposite him, as if agreeing with what he said, "It's the same if it's me."

"..." Shang Lanyun looked at him indifferently, unable to figure out what this man was up to.

"Don't be nervous. After all, you have already ascended the throne. It is impossible for me to do anything to you. Li Tan must not stay. After all, it is your uncle who wanted to come and tell you, but it seems that your relationship is not very good now." Shang Lanqing Said calmly.

It's all an exchange of benefits.

Shang Lanyun was too lazy to talk, just like making tea in the cold palace, sitting there quietly like a portrait.

Time passed by little by little, Shang Lanyun finally couldn't hold back, put the cup in his hand on the table with a "da" sound, he looked at the person opposite, and said in a cold voice, "What on earth are you going to say?"

The corner of Shang Lanqing's mouth curled up, he took a sip from his cup, and said in a good mood: "There is someone who wants to see you."

"Who?" Shang Lanyun couldn't figure out who would want to see him at this time, he looked towards the door, the next moment the door was pushed open, and a person who shouldn't have appeared walked in.

bang——

Shang Lanyun crushed the teacup, looked at the bleeding palm, and looked at the person who walked in in disbelief, unable to say a word.

"Nephew, long time no see."

Emperor Anping, who took off his dragon robe, looks like an ordinary old man, but he has a decadent aura that ordinary people don't have.

This is a person who died once. After Emperor Anping woke up, Hui En told him that he could live for up to ten days and no more.

The old emperor, who had been slaughtered all his life, accepted this ending very well. After knowing that Shang Lanyun was imprisoned in the backyard, he asked Shang Lanqing to come and see him.

Shang Lanyun never thought that he would see Emperor Anping again one day, this uncle of his, was also his nightmare in the first half of his life.

"Uncle Huang, it's really surprising that you're still alive." Shang Lanyun's voice was so cold that he thought he was in control, but it turned out to be a joke.

Emperor Anping was not angry when he was offended, he sat across from Shang Lanyun, picked up a cup and poured a cup of tea, "Qing'er, go out first."

Shang Lanqing walked out without saying a word. Shanyuan was waiting for him at the door. Seeing him coming out, the two of them didn't leave. Instead, they sat down in the yard and waited for Emperor Anping to come out.

In the room, Emperor Anping took a sip of tea and said softly: "You seemed to be very young when Brother Huang passed away, do you want to know about your father?"

The person who killed his brother and seized the throne dared to mention his father so frankly in front of him? !

Shang Lanyun wanted to kill someone angrily, but although the old man on the opposite side was asking him, he didn't care whether the other party would give an answer, and fell into the memory, talking about the past.

Outside the room, Shang Lanqing sat on the stone bench with a clear posture, Shanyuan raised his hand to brush against his face, the warm touch of his fingertips warmed his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What are you doing out all day lately?" Shang Lanqing looked at him with a puzzled smile and asked casually.

Shanyuan held his hand, pulled him to sit in his arms, his chin rested on his neck, and his face was close to his face. Only then was he satisfied, Shanyuan smiled, "Give us some property, let's look around later. , It’s nice to have a place to stay when you’re tired from watching.”

They won't go back to Kyoto anymore, and it's inevitable to find another place to live, but Shang Lanqing didn't expect that the other party would start preparing now.

"I asked them, and they are all planning to buy a house in Kunshan County. If they can meet when they live here, it will be more convenient for them to come and go." Shanyuan said his plan little by little. People like them have very few relatives and friends. , there are a few who have to be cherished, and when Jing Yun and Li Su asked them, Shanyuan already regarded these people as brothers.

Shang Lanqing didn't expect this to happen again. He was already prepared to have only Shanyuan for the rest of his life, but now he had this unexpected joy.

After all, no one likes to be alone.

The two talked for a long time from buying furniture to raising some pets, and they talked about novels for a long time, but they didn't feel bored at all. They didn't stop until Emperor Anping came out of the room.

"Father." Shang Lanqing came out of Shanyuan's arms shyly, and greeted him.

Emperor Anping looked at him, then at Shanyuan, and patted Shang Lanqing's shoulder helplessly, "You have always been a very good boy, I have worked hard for you these days."

"It's all what I should do." Shang Lanqing muttered for a long time, and then said: "My son and Shanyuan—"

"You are very good. It is rare in this world to be sincere. We should cherish it." Emperor Anping said directly, smiling at the two stunned people, "Shanyuan, do you think so?"

"Having Lan Qing's company is the greatest blessing in my life." Shan Yuan's solemn appearance seemed to swear to the sky, and he could not see the arrogance and arrogance of this person when he was a national teacher.

When he was in Kyoto, he didn't dare to think that he would be like this today, and every day he can get now is something he never dared to ask for, let alone he finally got Lan Qing's heart.

"If you guys are in a good relationship, I'm relieved. Shang Lanyun has already talked about it, and the rest is up to him." Emperor Anping said and saw the two young people holding hands together unconsciously. Looking narrowly at his son, "I'll go back to my room to rest when I'm tired, you youngsters can play by yourself."

The two watched Emperor Anping walk out of the yard, looking at the old back, Shang Lanqing's eyes flashed a little bit of reluctance, but he never let go of Shanyuan's hand.

The past cannot be traced back, he is no longer the child who wanted to be encouraged by his father, he now has someone who needs to be cherished even more.

Three days later, Emperor Anping passed away. Shang Lanyun went to visit his tomb and returned to Beijing.

Half a year later, all the remnants of Jiuli were wiped out, and the Jiuli people, who had been restless for decades, finally calmed down.

It was another New Year's Eve, in the courtyard of Luming Village Linshan.

The fortune teller sat on the tree with Lu Xianweng, looking at the bright moon and stars in the night, picked up a jar of wine and wanted to drink, but was stopped by the people around him.

"what?"

"You've had a lot to drink."

"What is this? I'm not drunk yet." The fortune teller ignored him, looked at the people in the yard under the tree with his face up, and said with a smile, "These kids are really rambunctious."

Lu Xianweng glanced distractedly and couldn't help laughing.

Jing Yun, who recovered from his injury, hugged Wen Youqing's golden rooster to stand alone, and Xing Mo and the others treated him the same way, all holding people in their arms, as if they were competing for who could stand on one leg longer.

Others were either punching and drinking, or they were drunk and murmured that they didn't know when it was going to be.

Obviously they are all people who have made a name for themselves, but at this moment they are playing around like children.

"That's pretty good, isn't it." When Lu Xianweng said this, the immortal energy in his body was a little less, and there was more human fireworks.

Shen Suanzi was also somewhat infected, and suddenly pulled Lu Xianweng and jumped from the tree, "I want to play too, you must be better than these little bastards!"

"You—" Lu Xianweng was taken aback, and before he could react, there was already someone in his arms, and his competitive spirit was aroused when he met the malicious eyes of a few brats.

With a big guy like Lu Xianweng joining the battle circle, several people played even crazier, bouncing and bumping around on one foot, and it was not until the middle of the night that they got tired of playing and carried them back to the house.

The wine was gone, and there was still a faint scent of warmth and wine in the small courtyard.