A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Ai Zixuan's eldest son is named Ai Xiao, who will be two years old in a few months.The second child is only six months old and named Ai Lin.If Ai Zixuan did not break away from the imperial family, according to the genealogy, the next generation should be Yu's generation.He didn't want the current emperor to have unnecessary suspicions. Naturally, it was not easy to name his sons according to the genealogy. King Yang felt a little more comforted in his heart.

Song Lingshuang's complexion and rare books are attractive, and the same is true for children who can't speak.Ai Xiao had known Song Lingshuang for less than an hour, and she hugged him and wouldn't let go.Even Ai Lin, who can't walk but only dances, keeps giggling when she sees Song Lingshuang.

As an old father who is usually tossed about by two children, Ai Zixuan really wished that he could be lazy for a while, happily handing over the children to this uncle whom he met for the first time, and ran to the kitchen to feed his daughter-in-law. It's over.

Although Song Lingshuang had been fighting with half-grown children in Nanling in the past few years, it was quite novel for him to communicate with dolls who could not speak yet.He teased the two little ones, and all three were inexplicably delighted.

He thought that Changsun Jue would be back soon, but he didn't see anyone for a long time.

Ai Zixuan who came from the kitchen was also a little surprised, "Has Huai Jing not come back yet? The meal is almost ready, why don't you go and call him?"

"Okay!" Song Lingshuang readily agreed, and asked about the specific location of Yaoquan, but before leaving, Ai Xiao and Ai Lin were entangled, and Ai Zixuan teased him in every possible way, so he got away.

He walked in the forest, and soon saw a simple wooden shed, surrounded by smoke, it must be a medicine spring.

There are two wooden sticks standing next to the wooden shed, and a rope is drawn between the sticks, and Chang Sun Jue's clothes are hung there.

Song Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, her heart beating faster for no reason.

Yes, take a bath, it's normal to take off your clothes.When he was young, he often took a bath with Changsun Jue, but later he entered Hantian Courtyard. After Changsun Jue fell out with him, the two never saw each other shirtless again.

He thought to himself, of course I didn't want to peek at him taking a bath, but the steps under my feet unconsciously eased down.

He casually glanced at Changsun Jue's clothes as he passed by.Before, I just thought that Changsun Jue's clothes were a little heavy in this hot day, but after looking carefully now, I realized that the clothes were not only thick, but the hidden pattern embroidered with silver thread on the clothes turned out to be a special kind of fire talisman.This kind of fire charm is Hokuriku's craftsmanship, and it can resist the severe cold when embroidered on clothes like this.He only knew about it when he passed by Hokuriku a few years ago.

It's fine to wear winter clothes in early summer, and the clothes are still embroidered with fire symbols.He is...

He remembered that Ai Zixuan said that this medicine spring was specially set up for Changsun Jue, and not only did he have a bad premonition in his heart.

His cold disease relapsed?

Thinking of this, Song Lingshuang's thoughts of Xu Yini just now completely dissipated, and he quickly approached to ask what happened.

This semi-open-air medicine spring is not big, but it is also spacious.As they approached, the fog was slightly thick, and Song Lingshuang could only see a faint shadow.He walked over, only to find that Changsun Jue was leaning against the spring and fell asleep.The peaceful sleeping face in the mist made people reluctant to disturb her, but what made Song Lingshuang unable to look away was the injuries all over her body.

Below the fair neck, as far as the eyes can see, there is hardly a piece of intact skin.Song Lingshuang was familiar with the injury on the right shoulder, where it was pierced by the Maverick's black steel wings.But other than that, the place where the once flawless skin was as creamy as cream is actually full of scars!

The blood of these scars has faded, and they are all old wounds.However, they are like poisonous insects that are an eyesore, crawling all over his chest, arms, shoulders, criss-crossing, shocking!

Song Lingshuang's eyes hurt from these scars, and her heart hurt even more.With Changsun Jue's cultivation, how could he be injured all over his body?

He wanted to go forward and shake the man awake, and asked when he was injured?How did it hurt?By whom?But when Changsun Jue frowned slightly as if he was about to wake up, he faltered again, and quickly retreated into the mist, pretending to have just arrived.

Song Lingshuang's heart was beating wildly, but his tone was pretending to be relaxed, "A Jue, you've been in the bath for too long, it's time to eat!"

On the hazy side, Changsun Jue was startled, and with a flash of inspiration, the clothes not far away came back to him.He walked out of the fog slowly.

Song Lingshuang just stepped forward, with a nonchalant look on his face, and smiled, "Look at you, you're so wet, you don't even wipe your body before you put on your clothes!" This acting skill even admired him.

Changsun Jue looked at him with a calm expression, but felt a little embarrassed by Song Lingshuang who was already guilty.Changsun Jue pinched a clothes-cleaning spell, and the wet clothes dried as usual in an instant.

Song Lingshuang didn't want the Clean Clothes Curse to be used like this, so she was speechless and convinced.

The two returned to Ai Zixuan's house, and the dinner was ready.

Although Ai Zixuan has no status in the family, the food and treatment are still very good.Song Lingshuang looked at the table full of medicated meals, and thought that there would be no more nutritious and balanced meal in the entire imperial city to nourish qi and nourish the body.

Chang Qin is still the same as before, she doesn't listen to those who are not interested, and just eats by herself, and hears a few simple comments that she is interested in.She still had two children to take care of, so she left after eating almost. Before she left, she ordered Ai Zixuan to clean up the dishes after eating, and then left the three brothers to drink and eat while chatting about the old days.

Song Lingshuang glanced at these medicinal meals, smirked, took a sip of wine and joked, "Brother Zixuan, I now understand why you can hold two hugs in three years!"

Ai Zixuan: "..." I thought it would be more serious if I haven't seen this guy for ten years.

Just kidding, Song Lingshuang is still very interested in the process of how Ai Zixuan embraced the beauty.So Ai Zixuan narrated his bitter tears over the years, which made Song Lingshuang very happy.

I haven't seen each other for ten years, but there are always some people who are the same as before.

What's more, gossip is the best appetizer, Song Lingshuang drank very happily.He drank quite a lot yesterday, and today he had another booze before he recovered from it. He felt a little exhausted after drinking, and fell asleep unconsciously while propping his head up.His sideburns fell down and fell on his cheeks, and he dazedly rubbed them to his mouth again.

Changsun Jue stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the bundle of hair, and gently tied it behind his ears.

Ai Zixuan saw it, and pursed his lips.He moved his eyes from Song Lingshuang to Changsun Jue, and just looked at him without speaking.

Under the warm yellow light, Changsun Jue sat in front of the table in white clothes, and never lost his posture even when drinking.After being stared at by Ai Zixuan for a long time, he finally sighed, "Say what you want."

Ai Zixuan was not hypocritical, and said bluntly: "You really can bear it!"

Changsun Jue hesitated slightly, but his eyes did not move away from someone's sleeping face.

He said softly, "If you wait for ten years, you can hold back."

Ai Zixuan was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Are you okay?"

Changsun Jue asked calmly, "What's wrong with me?"

Ai Zixuan hesitated, and finally said: "Huai Jing, as a brother, to be honest, I am happy that brother Ling Shuang is back. But I don't know whether it is good or bad for you."

Over the years, he had personally watched how Changsun Jue survived, and it was finally over, and Song Lingshuang crawled out of the grave again.

He glanced at the people on the table and made sure that he had fallen asleep, so he asked, "Did you tell him about the marriage with Xie's family?"

Chang Sun Jue shook his head.

Ai Zixuan sighed, "Huaijing, Huaijing, what do you want to do with him now?"

Changsun Jue was silent for a moment, as if sorting out his thoughts.Then he said, "I want to . . . bet one last time."

Ai Zixuan: "If you win the bet, what will happen to your grandson family? What will happen to Xie family? How will the world see you?"

Changsun Jue looked over with extremely complicated eyes, full of certainty, expectation, and anxiety.But there is one thing, he never hesitated from the beginning to the end.

"If I win the bet, what if I lose the world?"

He drank the wine in his glass, looked at his close friend, his soft eyebrows made him look extra cute, "Zixuan, even if I lose, I know he is still in this world, he can still breathe, and he can still laugh." Can run and jump, isn't it better than any day in the past ten years?"

Ai Zixuan looked at him, speechless.

Changsun Jue was silent for a moment, then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, today's matter of the medicine spring was not intentional, was it?"

Ai Zixuan was a little guilty and just wanted to deny it.

Song Lingshuang woke up suddenly, and asked in a daze, "What's on purpose?"

Changsun Jue looked at him with a warm smile on his face, "I said Zixuan got you drunk on purpose. Now that you're awake, let's go back."

The full moon is bright, and there is still a trace of coolness in the night wind before summer.

Song Lingshuang lay limply on Changsun Jue's back.

It has been ten years since the last time Changsun Jue carried him on his back.He almost couldn't remember why he carried himself on the back, it seemed that it was also because he was drunk.

The back was as cool as he remembered, but wider than he remembered, so he couldn't help but tighten his arms around the opponent's neck.He drank the wine, his body was warm, and he wanted to use his own body temperature to warm up this person too.

There is a cool fragrance coming from the neck, if there is any, I don't know if it is body fragrance or medicinal fragrance.Song Lingshuang thought vaguely, if the moon also has a fragrance, it must be like this.

In a trance, he had the courage that he didn't have when he was sober.He asked, "Has your cold disease attacked?"

There was no reply for a long time, and Song Lingshuang almost fell asleep again in a steady pace.

"Answer me a question, and I'll tell you." Changsun Jue's voice came.

"Okay, you ask."

"All these years, have you been alone?" Changsun Jue asked vaguely.

Song Lingshuang, who was drunk, had no heart and was very frank, "At first it was, but later it wasn't."

Changsun Jue's throat froze, and it took him a long time to calm down, and then he asked, "Who is Hanzhi?"

An inarticulate murmur came from his back, "You clearly said you only asked one question..."

It was rare for Chang Sun Jue to be unreasonable, "I regret it, and I want to ask another question. After you answer this, I will answer your question."

But he didn't get any response, only the long and even breathing behind him.

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Brother Wuli will be jealous for a while~