The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

It was June day, but Han Jing was wearing a thick fox fur in a trance. There was silence in the unfamiliar space, and the darkness filled every corner as if there was no end. Suddenly, sparks flashed ahead, and the pungent smell of smoke permeated .Han Jing hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, the flames continued to expand, and the environment where he couldn't see his fingers began to show its original appearance—it should be a big prison, with fire snakes wrapped around the thick fence, and all kinds of instruments of torture lost their former colors in the flames Gradually approached a person from a distance, with delicate features and a blue robe.

"Wan Zixiao!" Han Jing was shocked, ignoring the billowing smoke, and hurried forward.The hot ground scorched the soles of his feet, and the scorching heat wave made it difficult for Han Jing to get close, but the rapidly spreading flames were already on the verge of burning Wan Zixiao's robe.

"Zi Xiao! Zi Xiao!" Han Jing shouted out of control: "Zi Xiao, don't come here! Go away!"

No matter how he yelled, the thin figure seemed to be unable to hear him at all. He walked towards Han Jing who was surrounded by the fire step by step. The jumping flames ran all the way along the corner of the line, and he was completely engulfed by the raging fire in just a flash... …

He suddenly opened his eyes only to realize that everything was just a dream. Han Jing wiped the sweat off his forehead, got up and got out of bed and drank a few cups of herbal tea. It won't happen. I will protect you for the rest of your life, and I will protect you for the rest of your life..."

After lunch, Chen Wang Hanxin suddenly fell into a dizziness, accompanied by a high fever, and was unconscious all the time. On the second day, her lips were covered with blisters.The genius doctor invited by the palace tried his best to relieve him from the heat, but with little effect.On June [-]th, the prince opened his eyes and pointed to his mouth, as if he wanted to eat.Concubine Chen, who had been waiting by her husband's side all the time, wept with joy: "Hurry up, hurry up, my lord is awake... Hurry up and bring water..."

The servants brought food and tea, but Chen Wang shook his head vigorously, staring straight at the door, his throat seemed to be cut by a knife, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "The sky is going to change..."

"What?" After being in a coma for three days, the husband woke up without asking for water or eating any food, but said such strange things. Concubine Chen could only think that he had a fever, and comforted him: "My lord, the heat won't last long. It will cool down soon, and your illness will definitely recover..."

Chen Wang held the princess with trembling hands, his eyes were not as clear as before, and he said intermittently: "My concubine...you hurry up and prepare some clothes and go east...go east...the sky is going to change...Da Yan ...it's going to change..."

Knowing that Han Xin had reached her end, Concubine Chen couldn't stop her tears.Even in the eyes of others, Chen Wang is just a sick man who has left a sigh of relief, but for her, Han Xin is the best husband in the world.Since marrying Han Xin at the age of 16, he has been the only one to accompany her throughout the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer lotus, winter snow.He shared with him when he was happy, and he comforted him when he was sad. Even when he was wronged in the palace, he dragged his sick body and insisted on seeking justice from the emperor.

What if they have been together for ten years without children?Concubine Chen threw herself on King Chen's body and wept bitterly, but she stopped crying, stretched out her hand to trace Han Xin's outline, and murmured: "I am a commoner, and I was not favored at home when I was young. At that time, marrying you was just to make you happy. At that time, I was still clamoring to commit suicide... Now that I think about it, if I really died at that time, then I have lived my whole life without anyone willing to spoil me... As a woman, it is really It's so pitiful...My lord, I once said that I will accompany you when you are born, and I will never live alone when you leave..."

Chen Wang Han Xin, the second son of Emperor Xuanzheng, had been weak since childhood, and had been sick all the year round. In the fourth year of Jiayou's reign, the extreme heat in June caused old illnesses, and he was unable to recover. He died at the age of 27.On the same day, his beloved concubine Wang Shi committed suicide in front of the bed.

"He's gone." Han Jing broke open a crisp peach and handed half of it to Wan Zixiao: "This kind of weather is really hard for him."

Wan Zixiao took the peach and took a small bite. Although the appearance was not very eye-catching, the taste was amazing, the skin was thin and the meat was crispy, sweet and delicious.

Seeing that Wan Zixiao didn't answer, Han Jing smiled and said, "Are we still divided now?"

Wan Zixiao sat up from the beauty's couch when she heard the words, her eyes were sleepy, and she looked mediocre: "The prince no longer supervises the battle in Bei County, and always stays in Peiliang so he is not afraid of rebellion."

Han Jing smiled and sighed: "It's still going on! If there is no result, it will be really hard to explain!"

Wan Zixiao smiled more, and tilted her head to look at Han Jing: "How does the prince plan to explain?"

Han Jing changed the topic, and hooked the pointed chin of the master: "Zi Xiao, do you know? There are so many strange people in He Yudiao's mansion. You see, this peach was planted by one of the old men himself. The peaches he planted are not only sweet and crisp And the pulp is naturally separated from the core."

"Really?" Wan Zixiao took another bite of the peach, casually: "Look, it's really detached."

Han Jingjing nodded, his mind had already flown thousands of miles away: "Zixiao, what do you think a small prefect of Ganzhou is planning to raise so many strange people?"

Wan Zixiao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Jing, opened his mouth as if to say something but changed his appearance: "Peaches are quite delicious, let's move a few plants when we go back!"

Han Jing leaned against Wan Zixiao, smiling flatteringly: "Okay! In the future, I will plant the entire roadside of the imperial palace with it, and it will definitely be very beautiful in spring."

There is a peach forest ten miles east of the outskirts of Peiliang City. The peach trees are no more than the thickness of an adult man's arm, but the peaches on the top of the tree are about the size of a fist.

Gong Ziyuan stood outside the peach grove, trying his best to lean out and look into the depths, but his feet stayed where they were and he didn't take another step.It's not that the owner of the peach tree or grove is anything special, the person who came here just didn't want to be chased and beaten for three streets because of a few peaches.

"Brother Maotao, have you seen Yaoshi Cai recently?"

Hearing someone shouting outside the forest, Zhang Maotao picked up the straw hat and put it on his head, wrapped a colorless rag around his neck, patted the dirt on his body with callused hands, and stood up from under the peach tree: "Old man Cai! Really not! Maybe he went somewhere to sell fake medicines! Why is Brother Yuan looking for this guy to buy medicines?"

It was supposed to be in the sun for a few hours, but Zhang Maotao was willing to come out so soon to meet him. Gong Ziyuan almost jumped off the field ridge excitedly: "I have a friend who has a stubborn illness and wants to see Yaoshi Cai, and try his life-returning pills." Is it useful."

Working in the fields all year round, Zhang Maotao, who is in his early thirties, has wrinkles around his eyes, and when he smiles, he folds them together like a half-closed folding fan: "I said, how do you believe this! The death recovery pills are all deceptive Things, there is no truth in old man Cai's mouth."

Zhang Maotao is stubborn and can't contradict him resolutely, Young Master Yuan smiled amicably: "Then Brother Maotao, do you remember the last time you saw old man Cai?"

"A month ago?" The man who was only interested in peach trees in his life, his eyebrows were clustered into a horoscope: "The last time the new peaches were ripe, old man Cai came here with Mr. He, about a month!"

Young Master Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, after traveling back and forth for many days, he finally got something: "Sure enough..."

Zhang Maotao is a rough man, and he couldn't understand the open and secret fights in the court, and he just couldn't understand what Gong Ziyuan said: "Ah? What?"

After getting the answer he wanted, Gong Ziyuan was a little perfunctory: "It's nothing..."

"Then you've been nagging for a long time." Zhang Maotao's horoscope eyebrows squeezed even more fiercely, and he stuffed a few big white and red peaches into the opponent's arms: "I almost forgot, I gave you some new varieties of peaches, you Go back and try something new. If it is good, I will send it to the prince to have a taste."