The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The wind didn't change much, but the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger. The person on his back slowly arched, muttering and not knowing what to say.

Han Jing stopped, turned his head and asked softly, "What's the matter? Zixiao, are you cold?"

"It's snowing", Wan Zixiao's face was pressed against Han Jing's shoulder, his eyes were opened slightly, his voice was not clear, and his consciousness was still vague: "Your hair is gray... like an old man, your hair is all over the place. White..."

Accustomed to seeing his fangs and sharp teeth, Han Jing's heart softened when he occasionally showed a child's temperament. He put him down with a smile, and patted him on him. The snowflakes on his hair pulled up the cover of his robe. On Wan Zixiao's head: "Your hair is also gray, so you are also an old man?"

"Huh?" The extremely intelligent Master Wan seemed to be caught up in this "big problem", frowning with a confused expression.

"Stupid look", Han Jing lightly scratched Wan Zixiao's nose, and a shallow kiss fell on his cheek, the corners of his raised lips were slightly bitter, and he turned around and carried the ignorant person on his back again. The man smiled lightly and said, "Zi Xiao, we are almost at the palace."

After walking less than a hundred steps, he was hit hard on the back. Han Jing was startled for fear that he would make a fuss again, so he stood there waiting for him to speak without daring to move.

"Shaoyang", Wan Zixiao muttered in his mouth, his soft voice seemed to be sticking between his lips and teeth: "Then tell me, this time we have reached the end of life?"

What kind of baldhead is this!Han Jing's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes were red in an instant.He never denied that he was a greedy person, he wanted the eldest son of the Qi family who was like a banished fairy, he wanted thousands of miles of land, he wanted the golden throne in the Golden Temple, he wished to have all the best things in the world in his arms.But even if he got them all, Han Jing never thought that one day the person who always stood behind him would turn around and leave.Wan Zixiao is a thorn, pierced in the heart, growing in the flesh, usually invisible, even the occasional pain can make people very irritable, but if you insist on pulling it out, you will dig out the flesh, leaving behind the early It wasn't the needle-point wound at the beginning, it was a blood hole, which couldn't be blocked or filled until the blood of a lifetime was exhausted.

Han Jing's head was hot, his body was so painful that he couldn't think about it, and his usual low voice had obvious trembling: "This road is too short, I don't care about it. Zi Xiao, as long as you promise, I, Han Jing, am willing to carry you like this forever." You'll be white all your life'."

"Xiaoyun, the prince is back!"

The armor leather is covered with thin ice, and there are snowflakes mixed in the seams of stitching. The top of Gaozhan’s head is covered with white flowers. After being exposed to the heat in the room, half of them turn into snow and wet the locks of hair, and the other half turn into a faint white. Fog rises from the sky cap.

"My lord is back, what about my young master?" Xiao Yun stuffed the sweat towel to Gao Zhan, and tightly grasped his frozen cotton coat with both hands.

With a sweat towel around his neck, Gao Zhan patted his numb calf: "In the prince's bed..."

"I'll go and have a look!" Xiaoyun bit her lower lip, turned around and picked up the ginger soup that was warming in the small stove on the table, and was about to go out.

"Don't go!" Gao Zhan grabbed the white porcelain soup bowl with quick hands, and muttered in a low voice, "Master Wan is fine, Xiao Yun, don't worry..."

Xiaoyun put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Gao Zhan, don't hesitate, just say what you have to say. What I despise the most is what you are like now, unlike A man, twitchy, big girl!"

"I'm a big girl, you're a pure man!" Knowing that she was in a hurry to get angry, Gao Zhan put the soup pot back on the small stove, and said without hesitation: "Master Wan must be drunk, and you must be drunk along the way." Being carried back to bed by the lord...and the lord and Master Wan are both in a bad mood... Anyway, this matter is not something you and I can participate in! Don't run over and make trouble!"

Xiaoyun's voice was so sharp that it could almost pierce the little guard's ears: "Then wait and see the prince bullies my young master again!"

Gao Zhan covered his ears and retorted loudly: "I think the prince treats Master Wan very well! You are the one who loves to chew your tongue all day long!"

Ms. Zhou and Mr. Wan are two completely different types of people, but in Xiaoyun's view, there is not much difference between them. They are equally kind-hearted, equally stubborn, and equally easy to bully.She didn't have a few drops of ink in her stomach, so she couldn't tell the truth, but Xiao Yun knew who was treating her sincerely and who was pretending with a hidden knife in her smile.The person she wants to protect is the old emperor, and she is unwilling to take a step back.

Like a puppy guarding the last bone in its nest, baring its milk teeth that are not very intimidating, Xiaoyun pushed his tall chest, his eyes were red, and he vented all his grievances on the honest man: "You How much do you know about the prince! How much do you know about the young master! What do you know! If you don’t know anything, don’t come here to lecture people!”

The young guard stood on the spot with a wooden stake, allowing her to push and kick.When Xiaoyun was tired, tears filled his face, "Gao Zhan, I'm really scared, do you know that? What if the young master has troubles, what should I do? I don't want to be alone..."

Gao Zhan's left chest suddenly tightened, and he pressed his rough palm on the crying man's head, comforting him clumsily: "It's true, you will definitely not be able to marry in the future if you have such a bad temper. In case your son doesn't You, I'll do as I please, just stay with you."

"Fart!" The crying girl stared round her eyes and punched Gao Zhan's stomach: "In the future, people who propose marriage to this girl will be able to line up at the gate of the city! Whoever marries me will be successful." flower!"

The little guard curled his lips and pushed Xiao Yun back onto the chair without saying a word.

Wan Zixiao was completely drunk, sleeping quietly on Han Jing's bed, only her eyelashes trembling occasionally.

Sweet talk used to be too much, and Han Jing felt that he was short of words even if he opened his mouth.Throughout the night, he didn't feel sleepy, just stared at the handsome profile of the person on the bed in silence for such a long time, his whole heart was filled with chaotic emotions.

Wan Zixiao sleeps very lightly, and Han Jing rarely has the opportunity to watch him fall asleep like this.Even after he was happy, most of him couldn't sleep well, frowning and curling up, as if he was trapped by countless chores in his dream and couldn't get out.Han Jing suddenly thought of the year they first met, in September or October, and only remembered that not long after he entered the palace, the autumn wind blew the leaves in the palace yellow.The little guy was just nine years old. Standing under a tall ginkgo tree, he said triumphantly: "My grandfather once said that a virtuous minister and a gentleman should be like a ginkgo. It will eventually become a great tool." Later, when there was a heavy snowfall, the uppers of his shoes disappeared as soon as he stepped down, and he knelt down in front of himself to beg for a way out for his grandfather.

"What did I do?" Han Jing tightened his fists, his body began to tremble, and changed!It has changed since then, everything is no longer under my control, and I am rushing towards an unknown direction. Witch Gu, Nan Jiang, Xue Qingmu, Miss Zhou, Luo Chengxue...all kinds of people rushed out desperately.

The sky turned white, Han Jing reluctantly bent down, kissed Wan Zixiao's lips, and finally stuck to his ear, whispering: "I would like to bet on you for the rest of my life with the Han family as my bet." Whitehead."