Volume 3 [Feng Tilting Rivers and Mountains]

Frontispiece: In troubled times, whose face is hidden on the river of memory?

The mystery of life and death, whose sword shook the princes of the eight directions?

The phoenix is pouring over the country, and your face is gradually becoming clear in the dream......

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The weather was sunny and cloudless

Chongkui got up early in the morning, it was rare to have such a good weather, she was not used to getting up late, and she had long been used to getting up early every day and being enslaved by Tan Jiu for so many years.

I don't know where Tan Jiu was arranged by them to stay last night, and I didn't come to disturb her all night, it's really good.

With nothing to do in the yard, Chongkui picked up a stick and compared it alone, and in the past seven years, these skills have been practiced very well!

It's a pity that the action can't be too big today, otherwise the injury on her back will hurt her to death.

Yesterday's battle, the consumption was too great, I don't know when it will be fully recovered.

"The little master's swordsmanship is really amazing. ”

Qingtong stood at the gate of the courtyard with breakfast, and waited for her to stop before she spoke.

Seven years have passed, Qingtong is already a big girl in her twenties, although her appearance is not first-class, but she is also delicate and lovely.

She was dressed in a cyan curly robe, light and plain, her hair was neatly combed back, and a jade hairpin was simply inserted, which gave her a sense of ability and brightness.

Chongkui threw away the wooden stick and looked at her with a smile: "Sister Qingtong, it's been a long time, you are getting more and more beautiful." ”

"When the little master said this, it really made the slave and maid embarrassed. Qingtong walked in, put breakfast on the stone table in the courtyard, and when she lowered her head, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and sniffed lightly.

Chongkui stood silently for a while, waiting for Qingtong to clean up his feelings, and raised his head, his eyes were a little red, but he still had a smile.

"The slave thought that she would never see the little master again, but she didn't expect that there would be today, it was really ......"

Chongkui sat down for breakfast, and the light millet porridge with pickled shredded radish and a small plate of rouge duck breast tasted very good.

"Qingtong, don't be sad, life is inevitably divided and combined. Chongkui said open-mindedly.

These words actually came from the mouth of the cowardly and pessimistic little master, and Qingtong couldn't react for a while......

Seven years, it's really like a different person.

This...... Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

"The little master is right, it is already the greatest blessing in the world to be able to meet again. Qingtong suddenly changed his feelings, and his eyes were soft and loving.

After all, this little master is what she really grew up to see.

Chongkui drank half a bowl of porridge, Qingtong was very careful, knowing that she was injured, so the food given to her was light, for fear of affecting her wounds.

"Qingtong, in the past seven years, has my father ...... What about concubines?" asked Chongkui.

"Of course not!" Qingtong said without thinking about it, "The adult is infatuated with his wife, and he hasn't even accepted a concubine into the room for so many years, how can he accept a concubine?"

"That'...... Don't you have any more heirs?" Chongkui looked up, his eyes clear.

Qingtong's eyes flickered quietly, and then he said: "Of course not, the Prime Minister's Mansion, there is still only one little master." ”

"That's so deserted. "Chongkui retracted his gaze, a little master?

So who was the 'little master' she heard her shouting in the back yard before?

"There is no way, my lord is now the prime minister of Qin, how many people have befriended my lord and sent countless beauties, but my lord never took a second look, when the king of Qin was alive, he persuaded my lord to add more heirs. ”