Chang Huanxi

Pity these children, most of them should have become souls killed by swords now.There was a chill in Shen Yanhuan's heart, it's not that he has never seen death, nor has he killed someone before.

But those children are so innocent, their parents are full of joy and think that they have bought him a good future, but in the end, when they dream back at midnight, can they hear their soft sobs.

He ordered Du Heng to be imprisoned temporarily, and Xu Mao took a few people to interrogate the servants in the yamen.The cold wind howled, and the rest of the people packed their things into the house first.

"Would you like to go to the so-called sacred tree?" After finally clearing out all the messy and useless decorations in the room, Shen Yanhuan asked while sitting on the edge of the bed holding a cup of hot tea.

To be honest, he was a little guilty, hoping that Qi Yuan had been dazzled by Du Heng and forgot what the master had said before.

But of course Qi Yuan couldn't forget, he folded his arms and stared at his child with leisure, "Of course I'm going, but before that, I hope someone can tell me what the master said first."

Shen Yanhuan: "Don't look at me like that, I'm a little scared!"

After thinking about it, Shen Yanhuan put the cup in his hand a little far away from the two of them to avoid being affected, then smiled at him and pulled him down, "Don't be angry, I'll tell you, I didn't mean to hide it with you."

"Back then there was a wandering Taoist priest. I think it was my master who gave me orders when I was young, saying that I was destined not to live past the age of 15..." He stroked Qi Yuan's frowning brows, "Didn't I live well until now?" Yet."

Qi Yuan hung his head on his shoulders as if discouraged, "I really can't help it, don't keep this kind of thing from me in the future, you know?"

Shen Yanhuan kept nodding her head over there.

The two got bored in the house for a while, and then they heard someone knocking on the door saying that the food was ready.

In Wangcheng, Su Lan didn't have a serious illness, but because the things in the prison were crude, and it was colder at night, she caught a cold. After returning to Moge for two days, she was fine.

But Qi Mo still felt uneasy, so he begged an exquisite and small hand warmer from the empress for him to keep with him at all times.Su Lan didn't bother, he did what he said.

Once Qi Yuan and the others left, they seemed to have taken away some other people, and Wangcheng returned to its usual lively and peaceful appearance.

"Third Highness." Su Lan walked into Lanyue Palace and no one stopped him, Qi Mo had already given the order.

After the prince became an adult, all the princes except the prince would go out of the palace to set up a mansion, but the descendants of the Daliang royal family were not prosperous, and there were very few beauties in the harem, so Fu Yueying kept the palace where they lived before.

Qi Mo even learned painting from Su Lan's side since he was a child. Sometimes he lived in Lanyue Palace when the weather was bad or it was too late.

So except for a few little maids guarding the gate, the others left after finishing their daily cleaning.

"A-Lan!" Qi Mo put down the things in his hand, and pushed the booklets piled up as high as a mountain in front of him, "A-Lan, save me! I'm about to throw up!"

Su Lan didn't read what was written in the booklet, but just helped him reorganize it, "At the end of the year, I will always be busy. It is inevitable that His Royal Highness will be slow to deal with political affairs when he just took over, so you should help him."

Su Lan took the hands that he handed over miserably and kneaded them for him. The side of the index finger was red because of holding the pen for a long time, and there was a dark mark on the wrist by the table.

"Why are you here? It's so cold outside, wait for me and I'll go back to Moge."

Qi Mo reached into his sleeve and felt the warm stove before he felt at ease, and quickly pulled him to sit down. The two of them were squeezed into a big blanket, which was quite cozy.

Su Lan was wrapped up so that only one face was left exposed. He groped under the blanket for a while and took out a crumpled piece of paper, "King Di Jing sent someone to send a batch of tributes from When Di Jing sent them to Daliang, he didn’t believe me, and he refused to say more, but only asked me to find a way to get those things in without being monitored.”

A low-level eunuch guarding the south palace gate was sent by King Di Jing to monitor Su Lan and tell him to do something at any time.This Qi Mo already knew that the little eunuch was under his surveillance all the time.

It's just that he didn't expect that King Di Jing was thinking of causing trouble when he was only one breath away from death. I don't know what kind of surprise is contained in the "tribute".

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, Ah Lan. We have enough time to prepare, and your sister will be fine too."

Su Lan nodded and leaned against him to watch him concentrate on the booklet.After a while, his breathing calmed down, Qi Mo covered him tightly with the blanket, and speeded up the movements at hand.

Time seemed to pass faster when someone was with him, and when Qi Mo raised his hand, the pile of unread notebooks in front of him was already empty.

He pressed his sore forehead lightly, but Su Lan was still awakened. He had always been a shallow sleeper, so it was unbelievable that he fell asleep so defenselessly.

"It's already this late?" Su Lan rubbed her dry eyes.Qi Mo was afraid that he would catch a cold, so seeing that he had put a few pieces of charcoal into the copper basin after he fell asleep, his face was now slightly red from being roasted, Qi Mo couldn't help being moved.

Since it was already the climax of the moon, there was no need to run back to Moge at such a late hour.

"Alan, it's late at night, so let's stay here tonight." Although it was a question, he didn't let go of his hand on her waist, on the contrary, he tightened it even more.

Su Lan was selected into the palace through the Mo Pavilion, and has been with Qi Mo almost every day for the past nine years, and he probably knows what Su Lan thinks in his heart.

It's just that Qi Mo has always respected him, knowing that he is very thoughtful and always considers him first, no matter what, he just kisses and hugs him, not daring to go beyond the rules.Although they had spoken some time ago, the two of them separated afterwards.

Su Lan was sick again just after adding noodles, so she was afraid of infecting him and kept him away.Thinking about it this way, the two have been separated for such a long time.

"Alan..." Qi Mo couldn't help but dragged him into the inner hall.The palace people had already made up the beds, and the room was lit with good tranquilizing incense, which made people feel relaxed.

After sleeping for a while in the afternoon, Su Lan's spirit is not bad at the moment.When he raised his head, he was looking at Qi Mo with tender eyes.

The moonlight outside the window is just right, the beloved is by my side, and the warm candlelight outlines the full of spring.

Qi Mo gently.Su Lan's long eyelashes closed tremblingly, eyes plunged into darkness, and those unbearable memories rushed up one after another, King Di Jing's smiling face, his mother's distressed appearance, the man stretched out to him with a shocking expression. Nausea blood mixed with some kind of hand...

He clenched his fist with his left hand, resting his right hand on Qi Mo's shoulder subconsciously trying to push him away.

"Alan..." Qi Mo took off the hairpin on his head, and the long black hair poured down on his smooth back. Su Lan was born white, and in addition to her frailty, her black hair and her pale face The back forms a strong visual impact.

"You are what I want in my life."

Su Lan paused, and slowly opened his eyes to look at him.

【You are what I want in my life. ] This is what Qi Mo said to him when he insisted on asking him to learn painting as his teacher.

He is five years older than Qi Mo. At that time, Qi Mo was still a young boy who had not yet bloomed, holding a bunch of colorful wild flowers that he did not know where he got in his hand, and handing them over, his eyes were bright. Yes, just like now.

He lowered his eyes, gradually let go of his rejecting hand, and offered a kiss almost piously. "It's okay, you can do whatever you want to me."

Qi Mo sighed softly and whispered in his ear: "I want to treat you well."

At that moment, Su Lan suddenly wanted to cry.

Qi Mo pulled down the bed curtain, staring at his eyes, "Alan, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay..." Su Lan smiled lightly and touched his big head, "It's all right, I'll give it to you."

Hearing this, Qi Mo covered his eyes with his hands.

When we met for the first time in the past, Qi Mo was frightened by the lifelessness of this painter Su. At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't smile more when he was such a good-looking person?

He smiled, and all the spring flowers in the garden thanked Fang Fei, who dared not compare with him.The rivers, mountains, rivers, lanterns, and blue tiles under his hands have painted thousands of colors in the world, but the people in his paintings always lack a little bit of spirit.

Su Lan once said that when it comes to painting skills, Qi Mo is actually far superior to him, because his brush has lost its spirituality long ago, and what he draws are all dead objects. It was added by Qi Mo.

But now he is willing to live well.

What I liked when I was young will give off an intoxicating fragrance with time and companionship.But people are not always satisfied with the present status quo.He doesn't just want him to survive now.

Qi Mo kissed away the wetness from the reddened eyes of the tired sleeper, covered him with a blanket and picked him up to wash in the warm pool at the back of the hall.

On the second day, the little painters in Moge naturally did not see their Mr. Su.

Qi Mo got up early in the morning in a good mood, Su Lan hadn't woken up yet, it seemed that she was really tired.

He secretly kissed her before stuffing him into the quilt, and pulling the curtain tightly, he went to the Empress Dowager's womb to get a new hill, and then carried the hill to Moge to sit in town.

Su Lan didn't wake up until Sishi, and before he could stand up, he heard the voice of the little maid who guarded the palace gate saying hello from outside.

Qi Mo couldn't sit still, he ran back after reading the excerpt with extraordinary efficiency.It made others look sideways, and the little painters in Moge dared not talk too much.

Although Su Lan had a good temper, she raised them extremely strictly, so they just watched in dumbfounded the His Highness who came to Moge all day to eat and drink, and left in a hurry.