Su Gongzi Training Husband's Blood and Sweat History

Han Xinchen is an "honest and obedient" master. He was told not to bring too many guards, so he really only brought two personal guards, plus Su Guanyan, Zhuyue and Chujiu, there were no more than six people in total. He rushed to Lord Ling's "tiger's mouth".

The banquet was naturally held in the palace of the "Emperor of Earth" Han Xinyou, and it was completely dark when Han Xinchen and his party arrived.The street that was still a mess before noon had been swept clean at this time, and the Qingshi Avenue was illuminated by guards holding torches along the road. Apart from the faint smell of blood mixed in the air, it was really hard to imagine that a few hours ago this place would be King Qin. The last line of defense of desperate resistance.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the King of Chu pulled Su Guanyan out. He thought that the person waiting at the door would be some personal servant, but unexpectedly it was Han Xinyin himself. Two steps behind him, there were several rumors of "died of illness" Master Ling.

"Fourth brother, you're here! We've been waiting for you for a long time!" Han Xinyin smiled, and his already deep features were blurred by the flickering firelight.Ling Huaimo's face was still pale, and his body was tightly wrapped in fox fur. The furry one didn't show how thin it was, but the exposed chin was sharp, and the shallow beauty groove was almost invisible.He thought that the serious illness had tormented him enough, but today he looked in good spirits, the corners of his hanged eyes were slightly raised, and there was an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth.

Han Xinchen snorted coldly, and tightened his grip on Su Guanyan's hand: "How can the third brother say that he has been waiting for me for a long time? You can definitely notify me earlier, otherwise we will go to the city at noon, and we have already eaten now. What's the use You have to blow the cold wind here!"

"Prince Chu is very impatient?" Ling Huaimo pouted his lips with a smile, his voice still had a strong nasal tone: "But what's the use of being anxious? Isn't this large piece of land all owned by the one who is far away in Dadu?"

Hearing this, Han Xinchen's face became more and more unkind, and the atmosphere became extremely tense before he even took a bite of the meal.He knew everything about Ling Huaimo, Han Xinyin and the emperor, Su Guanyan thought about holding Han Xinchen's hand, leaned over and pressed it against his chest with infinite ambiguity, squinted at Ling Huaimo and said softly : "My lord, it's so cold outside, where is the place to talk!"

He can't talk about him verbally, and it's very refreshing to stimulate those two guys when they have nothing to do.Han Xinchen hugged Su Meiren with great satisfaction, put the corner of his mouth against his ear, and said with a smile, "Okay! Let's go in!"

Holding the beauty in his hand, Han Xinchen walked inside the palace without waiting for Han Xinyin to lead the way.Ling Huaimo frowned, his face became colder, and he stepped into the door with a flick of his long sleeves, leaving only Han Xinyin gritting his teeth and jumping in hatred: "Xiu Enai dies quickly!"

Zhuyue was born timid, and when she saw this man drawing swords and crossbows, she couldn't help but weakened a little, trotted a few steps to keep up, shrunk her shoulders and hid behind Su Guanyan, pulled his cuff with one hand, and refused to even head lift it up.

Although the land of Qin was remote, Han Xinyou's palace did not wrong him at all. The bluestone paved the floor, the sorghum suspended the roof, and a string of more than a dozen bronze bells of different sizes hung from the corners of the roof, surrounded by dark golden copper pillars. There are hideous beasts and ghost faces carved on it.

"He's not afraid of frightening himself by going out in the middle of the night!" Han Xinchen pouted, not hiding the disgust on his face.

"Maybe people like it?" Su Meiren curled the corner of her mouth with a smile, looked at the guards outside the banquet hall with naked upper body and holding a long-handled big axe, clung to the king of Chu and lowered her voice intentionally: "It's the Hongmen Banquet!"

Han Xinchen didn't care, he sneered and walked straight inside, without glancing at the murderous guards, he said coldly: "Little trick! Linghuaimo wants to divide the world into three parts, and if he wants to stabilize the power in the capital, he has to perform on stage." Show the play to the emperor!"

No wonder Han Xinchen was so confident that he came to the banquet with only six people.The murderous intent and conflicts are fake, and the real purpose of this trip is to carve up the land of Qin and get a piece of the pie from the emperor.No matter how the two of them disagree on weekdays and how things will develop in the future, at least for now Han Xinchen and Ling Huaimo have reached an agreement on this matter.Su Guanyan sighed softly, unable to express his thoughts due to his status restrictions.

The wishful thinking of these two people was to play well, but they ignored the biggest variable - Han Xinyin.How did Ling Huaimo gain power? After all, he was Han Xinyin's minion. Qidi was surnamed Han, and the extremely smart Master Ling would not cover up the whole sky.If Han Xinyin himself didn't intend to divide the world, if he really only wanted to protect the emperor who was far away in Dadu, then today would be dangerous. Who knows if he would turn his mind to the fake Hongmen Banquet and it would become real.

Seeing Su Guanyan's sad face, Han Xinchen guessed that he might still be worried, and laughed in a low voice, "What are you panicking about? With Zhuyue, they are keeping a hand... Guanyan, you just treat yourself as someone who comes to eat! "

After all, it is winter, and the dishes are inevitably limited.Except for radishes, cabbage and winter bamboo shoots, Su Guanyan looked at a table of steaming fat sheep and beef and silently wiped away the cold sweat for Ling Huaimo, who had just recovered from a serious illness.

After two glasses of spirits and half a bowl of mutton soup, Su Guanyan felt his muscles and bones heat up, a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose and forehead, and wondered if he should pick some small ribs to treat his stomach.The atmosphere of the banquet finally eased, and Ling Huaimo, who had been drinking a bowl of porridge from the beginning to the end, suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Your Majesty, I heard that Mr. Su used to sing songs, so why don't you show your hand today so that you can help the two princes?" Add to the fun."

I've heard that Ling Huaimo is a man who must take revenge, he is pitifully petite.I bumped into him before entering the door just now, and now I must get it back.Su Guanyan is Han Xinchen's favorite boy, without that nod, he would not dare to agree or refuse in vain.

"I remember that Master Ling is good at sword dancing." To embarrass Su Guanyan is to embarrass him. Han Xinchen took a sip of his wine and said slowly without changing his face: "Why don't you let Master Ling sing a song and dance swords with music by Master Ling?"

"Huaimo is unwell, I think it's fine." Han Xinyin shook his wine glass, put one hand on Ling Huaimo's shoulder, and drank the wine in one gulp: "Mr. Su, please!"

As soon as Han Xinyin finished speaking, a group of musicians holding musical instruments filed in from both sides of the copper pillars in the hall.

Han Xinchen grabbed Su Guanyan, smiled and shook his head.Even if others don't know, he naturally knows how to anger Ling Huaimo: "It's just a sword dance and it's not a battle to kill the enemy. Master Ling is not so weak! Besides, fourth brother, I remember that there was a cold winter, Master Ling It's only twelve or thirteen years old, it's not the same to catch typhoid fever and go fishing in cold water with the third brother and the emperor! So, our Lord Ling..."

"You remember it wrong!" Han Xinyin couldn't bear to listen to all the scars on people, knocking on the table and said coldly: "Fourth, how old are you? If you can't remember things clearly, don't talk nonsense!"

"Master Ling, I have made a mistake in my memory?!" Han Xinchen did not argue with his third brother, but turned his head to look at Ling Huaimo with a cold face, and teased with a long and drawn-out ending.

Ling Huaimo didn't make a sound, stood up with his lips tightly pursed and "huh", drew out his long sword and walked towards the center of the hall. "Are you three or five years old?" Han Xinyin put down the wine glass in his hand heavily, frowned, his light-colored eyes were full of anxiety, and whispered angrily: "Ling Huaimo, why are you crazy!"

Han Xinchen nodded in satisfaction, patted Su Guanyan's hand and said with a smile, "This is the first time this king is listening to your song!"

What a "honor" Master Ling is to dance his sword to help the fun, probably only him, Su Guanyan, has this honor in the whole country.But at this time, the Sumerian looked helpless at Master Ling, who was in the middle of the hall, and he felt helpless. He especially didn't want the "glory" on the knife holder's neck.

The Sumerian was full of bitterness in his heart, but he kept a smile on his face.Adjust the tightness of the strings, and the smooth sound of the plain finger gently plucking the piano flows out, and the intentionally lowered male voice sings:

"Laughter and pain seem fake or real, how close are you and I to a dead end?

Also suspicious of the past and afraid to ask each other, wondering how many scars there are from love and hate.

It's still a matter of kindness and resentment, and it's hard to find wontons because of their own reasons.

The old scene is the smile of an old friend, whose figure is in whose eyes?

Love is wrong, tears are empty, just waiting for you to tell it yourself

The hardest thing is to ask for nothing..."

Especially in the last sentence, Ling Huaimo's long sword danced at a sudden speed, almost blowing a small wind on top of his head, and the Sumerian raised his tune with a flick of his finger, and the suppressed voice also began to rise:

"If there is hatred, the world of mortals will roll into disaster;

If there is love, the hundred miles of ice and frost will not be cold.

Troubled times distort mortals, and all falsehoods come true;

In the dark, everyone has sunk.

The origin and extinction are all in the past,

The fate is incomprehensible, the white clothes are covered with snow and the moon is hanging in the air.

Flowers bloom and wither, old things still seem to be different,

Drunk and laugh at the old friend, but the original fate has been lost!

Counting in every possible way, I can't figure out the coldness of people's hearts.

How about accompanying each other every day?After all, I don't know each other..."

Before the melody was finished, Su Guanyan felt a chill on the tip of his nose, and the strings under his hands completely collapsed, and the gleaming sword cut off the guqin and sank an inch deep into the qin platform.

"Mr. Su's song is good. Ling was fascinated by it, and lost his composure." Ling Huaimo didn't intend to draw his sword, panting lightly, rolled up his sleeves and took two steps back.

Han Xinchen stood up from his seat, his face was very displeased, and he said in a deep voice: "Guanyan is just a male favorite, when has he seen such a 'gaffe'. Master Ling, you scared him!"

"Prince Chu wants Ling to make amends?!" Ling Huaimo raised his chin, raised his long and narrow eyes, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

If he had known that Su Guanyan was here to rub salt on Ling Huaimo's wounds, Han Xinyin would never have let him sing Laozi's ditties.But the matter is already on the line, and he must express his position: "I said earlier that Huai Mo was unwell and not suitable for sword dancing. Fourth brother, you insisted on asking him to add to the fun. Now how can you blame Huai Mo for losing his composure?"

"Third brother is blaming me?" Han Xinchen raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was livid.

After all, it was on someone else's territory, so Su Guanyan didn't have Han Xinchen's conceit.Besides, if the two princes really clashed over this matter, he would be the one most unlucky in the end.Su Guanyan regained her composure, walked out from behind the piano stand with a smile, bowed and bowed and said, "Guanyan is not a weak woman, so she can't be so easily startled. What the prince said is just a preference. Master Ling is just recovering from a serious injury, and he is a little shaken." God is also unavoidable, what did you say to make amends but not to make amends? Let me see, the most regrettable thing is that a good piano is broken..."

"A beautiful person with a sweet mouth is the most lovable," Han Xinyin forced a smile on his face, and greeted Ling Huaimo, "Huaimo, if you feel unwell, come here and have a rest!"

Han Xinchen's complexion didn't improve, but he sat down anyway.Ling Huaimo snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying anything.

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