Su Gongzi Training Husband's Blood and Sweat History

When he came out from Qin Yu's place, Tiangong was very uncooperative and it began to rain lightly.Autumn is cold and cool, and the damp wind blows through the bones. The bamboo curtains outside the car windows are dyed dark, exuding a faint green smell.

The pattering sound made people's hearts wet, and the things before and after were wrapped up in their chests like a mess. Han Xinchen sat on the cushion, feeling a little irritable for no reason, and didn't want to go back, and didn't want to see the person whose face was unclear. of the Sumerians.All kinds of emotions are also unclear, the master who has frequently lost control of emotions recently feels a little regretful...

The heart-warming little things came one after another, and the intimate love has been said so many times that it has long been intolerable for others to believe it or not. Han Xinchen felt that some strange emotions were becoming more and more difficult to control. Then, again and again, he hesitated and troubled because of the same person.If Su Guanyan was really someone's internal response, Han Xinchen was afraid...he would be reluctant to part with it.

"It's not as good as killing someone surnamed Su with a single knife. It's better than now." Han Xinchen frowned, and tightly held the white jade in his hand.

The carriage slowed down gruntingly, and the guard accompanying the carriage leaned close to the window and whispered: "My lord, we are almost at the mansion!"

Han Xinchen pressed his temples, raised the bamboo curtain and looked at the old red lantern hanging at the door.The dim candle light illuminated a small area in front of the door, and the short girl held an oil-paper umbrella and poked her head in front of the steps. When she saw his carriage approaching, she didn't dare to approach it, and grabbed her belt and stamped her feet hesitantly on the spot.

"Don't stop", Han Xinchen heaved a long sigh as he couldn't straighten out his heart full of depression. For the first time, he didn't know what attitude he should take to get along with that person.The irascible and warm faces changed back and forth, but none of them could really express himself clearly. Han Xinchen was tired from doing tricks, and he wanted to stop and rest to think things through clearly.

The carriage of the King of Chu came to the residence and turned into the alley again. Zhuyue’s hesitant and tangled heart sank back into her stomach. Can't change it.Pinching her fingers, the little girl's big black and white eyes rolled around, she dodged and hid in the gate, and said happily: "It's cold, Xiao Zhe will be guarding next hour!"

It was raining lightly in the sky, and the moon was covered tightly by dark clouds, with no brilliance showing through.Due to the curfew in Yuzhou City due to the war, there was less noise in the daytime, and the surroundings seemed extraordinarily quiet and dark.The sound of wheels rolling over the bluestone road sounded again, the lantern on the front of the car swayed slightly with the breeze, the candle flames danced and danced, uneasy and faint, and the guards on horseback squeezed the ornately decorated carriage and slowly moved forward in the alley.

But as he walked, the coachman noticed that something was wrong. The alley, which usually doesn't look deep, looked like a secret passage leading to nowhere and could not reach the end.Besides, his car was not going fast, so why did the sound of the horse's hooves of the prince's bodyguards become softer and farther away?

The alley was dark, and the coachman turned around and suddenly found that the guards clearing the way in front of him were completely invisible.Could it be that he was in trouble?Thinking of this, I felt a chilly wind blowing around me. When I listened carefully, besides the sound of the wheels rolling, there was also a deep voice humming a little tune. The coachman's hearing and eyesight are pretty good to be able to work by the prince's side. He rubbed his eyes and found that there were two more black figures in front of him, and the voice seemed to come from there.

The driver unconsciously tightened the reins, but the horses were not affected at all, and slowly approached at the same speed.The figures of the two people became clearer and clearer. The man in black plucked a musical instrument he had never seen before, and the slow tune flowed through his ears. I can't hear a word indistinctly.

Even autumn in the north shouldn’t be this cold. Han Xinchen tightly wrapped his cloak and opened the bamboo curtain. In the darkness, he could only see the driver shivering from the cold.

Where did the guard go?

The bodyguard is the person he trusts the most in his daily life. Once there is a change, he cannot be completely unaware of it; besides, the people who have been selected one after another will not be wiped out so silently... Han Xinchen If he fell into the fog, he couldn't think of a reason for a while, and instinctively slowly stretched his hand under the cushion, holding the Qingfeng long sword in the palm of his hand, and only then did he regain some stability.

"Life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, ignorance, and love can't be sought after. This life is the cause and effect of the previous life." The low-pitched singing sounded light, but it got into the car without missing a word:

"Traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, stepping across the south of the Yangtze River and Mobei;

In the world of mortals, a spring of grass and trees is just a snap of the fingers;

Why do you need to ask the common people when the flowers bloom, there is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand;

Depressed and carefree, the most bitter is the end of love and hatred;

Sow the cause, reap the fruit, create everything according to your heart;

Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, ignorance, love, but nothing, this life has the cause and effect of the previous life. "

There is no moon in the sky, and the lanterns hanging on the front of the car have a little yellow halo.It was clear that he couldn't even see the road ahead, but Han Xinchen found the faces of the two people on the side of the road, and he could see them clearly.The one in white was not so handsome, with narrow eyes raised up, and a slight smile on his delicate face.The man in black beside him was holding a violin in his arms, with a silver ribbon loosely tied behind his head, half of his cheeks were covered by the drooping silk, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his thin lips opened and closed very slightly.

Even the emperor never gave him that feeling. Han Xinchen took a deep breath, feeling that the man in black in front of him was overwhelming him, and the sense of superior respect forced him to back down again and again.Da Da's horseshoes are not in a hurry or slow, and the deep voice sings repeatedly, "Life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, love, and desire, this life has the cause and effect of the past life."When the carriage passed by the two, the man in white rolled up his sleeves and laughed, "You! What kind of trick is this?"

"The evil spirits are really too noisy." The man in black stopped his hands and looked sideways at the young man in white. There seemed to be an indelible warmth in his eyes that had been frosted for thousands of years: "The Raksha ghost is in the world. Wandering around for too long! I help him survive the calamity of love, and when he returns to the underworld, he will obediently let me guard the way of evil ghosts!"

"I knew you wouldn't have such a kind heart." The man in white had a teasing smile in his eyes, moved his lips, raised his hand, and the black mist invisible to the naked eye dissipated all of a sudden.

After the singing stopped, Han Xinchen naturally couldn't hear what the two said, and he didn't even remember a word of the libretto that he heard clearly a moment ago.The sound of horseshoes outside the car intertwined, as if what I saw before was just a glimpse in a dream.Not to mention any confusion, he just felt that the depression in his heart was suddenly untied, and the accumulated emotions seemed like a flood that burst a bank and could not be controlled.

Two hazy black shadows flashed past, and most of the coldness dissipated in an instant. The groom touched the cold sweat on his forehead, rubbed his eyes, and found that the guards walking forward were just ten feet away from him, and the horseshoes on the left and right sides The sound is accompanied by the wheels rolling over the bluestone ground.

"Go back to the palace!" Han Xinchen straightened his clothes, knocked on the window frame and ordered coldly.

It feels like it's just a stick of incense, but it's almost midnight when I go back to the palace.

Xiao Zhe was still covered in dust, and he lowered his head slightly, not showing too much emotion. He stood silently by the gate like a stone statue, as if deliberately ignoring his existence.When Han Xinchen entered the door, he squinted at him, and seeing that he didn't respond, he asked, "Guanyan asked you to come to the gate to be the door god?"

"Young master is cooking porridge." Xiao Zhe raised his back and bowed respectfully: "It's just that it's late, and I'm afraid it will delay the rest of the prince. Just let the little one see you and tell him when you come back!"

Han Xinchen looked up at the dark sky, hesitated for a while, waved his hands, and said softly: "Then you go! Let him rest early too!"

Getting up from the wet ground, Xiaozhe lowered his head and walked less than ten steps, when he heard Prince Chu re-said: "Get back, I'll go directly to him!"

Although the temporary mansion in Yuzhou can't be compared with the royal mansion in Jinyang Mansion, it can't be said to be shabby either.After all, it is the former residence of the governor of a state. Even if there are no winding corridors and exquisite courtyards one after another, Gaoliang Guangyuan still has the affluence of northerners.

Han Xinchen walked to the backyard with a lamp in his hand. Many candles were lit inside the house, illuminating half of the courtyard through the gauze window.The old tree in the middle of the courtyard was half dead, and the leaves that barely hung on the branches were shaken by the rain.It was cold and humid outside, and the dim candlelight made the warmth and attractiveness of the room even more attractive. When the half-closed door was gently pushed open, the sweetness of food came rushing in.

Su Guanyan was squatting in a corner of the room, stirring the hot porridge in the casserole around a small stove, when she heard footsteps, she turned her back to the door and whispered, "Xiao Zhe, the lord is back?"

Han Xinchen didn't say a word, closed the door tightly, and waited quietly for Su Guanyan to say: "The prince has been in a bad mood for the past two days, so I specially bought lotus seeds to cook porridge for him to relieve his anger, but it turned out that God is not good! The time is too late!" It’s late, and secondly, it’s cold and humid now, so it’s not suitable to take it there! If I knew it, I would cook some brown sugar millet porridge or brown sugar ginger soup, and it would be a waste of a day’s work for you and that greedy cat Zhuyue.”

After Su Guanyan finished speaking, she smiled to herself, filled a bowl of porridge and turned around...

"My lord," Su Guanyan's voice trembled, and her hands trembled too, splashing hot porridge on the back of her hands.

Han Xinchen hurried forward to take the porcelain bowl from Su Guanyan's hand, frowned slightly, pulled his fair paws that were still stained with barley, and sighed, "Did I scare you?"

"My lord, the lotus seeds are the bitter cores that I remove one by one. The barley has been simmered for a long time, and now it's just rotten..." Su Guanyan looked a little flustered, and after trying a few times to no avail, she let him pull Talking, but the nervousness retreated while talking, a smile gradually hung on the corner of the mouth, and the crooked eyes were like a little fox who just ate candy: "I am very happy that you can come! It turns out that there is no I'm so busy..."

The author has something to say: The toothache is much better, so I am here to update the article.If you have any comments, please put them forward, and the stupid author will accept them humbly. . .