Chapter 702: Family Banquet

These words hovered around Su Duhan's mouth, he wanted to laugh at Su Guangfu fiercely, looking at Su Guangfu's gray hair and the arm that had broken off half of his arm, these sarcastic words were finally not spoken.

Seeing that there were still faint blood stains on the ground, Su Duhan suddenly lacked interest, and he said indifferently: "If you haven't got the Qian family's property, you haven't got it, and it's not the first time that the Millennium Sect has missed." Mr. is injured now, and he is tired all the way, don't worry about other things, let's rest early. ”

It's easy to say, still like a rich man in the courtyard of the deep house, who doesn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, Su Guangfu's lips are furrowed, and some words are finally unable to speak.

The rift between the two is deepening, and in the face of the defeat of the Millennium Sect again and again, how can he tell Su Duhan at this time that the food sent by Goryeo can only last until autumn?

Su Guangfu looked up to the sky and sighed, if at the turn of summer and autumn, he still didn't have enough money to buy food in winter, but he was afraid that Jingtang Pass, which everyone relied on for refuge, would not be able to maintain.

Seeing that there were still a few months to go, and it was not imminent, Su Guangfu kept silent for the first time. He wanted to wait for himself to breathe a sigh of relief, and then slowly find a way to raise money.

Su Guangfu locked the secret in his heart and didn't even say a single one. The good news that Jian'an and Kang Nan would then provoke civil strife diluted the bloody death of those subordinates, and there was still peace in Jingtang Pass.

Tong Dahai and Huang Jie took the 30,000 horses to practice all day long, and now they also have Xiaocheng. Listening to the uniform cries of the soldiers, Su Guangfu closed his eyes tiredly in his room.

The early summer has arrived, and the rumbling thunderstorm at night resounded in the pass, Su Duhan put incense on Qian Gui in plain clothes, and then sent the copied scriptures into the brazier. He muttered, "Miss Qian, Twilight now respects you as a person. Copy a volume of the "Dizang Sutra" for you, and may you die early. In the next life, we must keep our eyes open. ”

His lips seemed to have been bitten by himself, and there was a bitter saltiness in Su Duhan's mouth.

Whether it is hatred of one's own life experience, or hatred of one's own heart that has been covered with dust, it is a little indescribable.

Su Duhan leaned against the window to listen to the rain, watching Ugin go in and out to clean up those incense, candles and braziers, and actually recalled the summer in Canglang Xuan, as well as the endless blue and white lotus leaves in those blue and white porcelain jars in the Bright Wei Palace every summer.

The night rain was howling, and it came very amazingly. Ugin came in to close the window for him, but Su Duhan stretched his hand out of the window, wiped his face with a handful of rainwater, and asked softly: "We have been away from Beijing for a long time, I don't know if those bluegrasses in Canglang Xuan are still alive?"

Seeing that Su Duhan's cheekbones were high, and he had lost his former demeanor, Wu Jin was sad in his heart, and still said with a smile: "Even if we are not in the mansion, don't the people in the mansion know their duties? Canglang Xuan is the master's former residence, so it is naturally well maintained. ”

"No, I can't go back to the Gusu Imperial City, how can there be a master like me in King An's mansion. Canglang Xuan is a sad place, but I am afraid that it will be sealed early. The flowers and trees were left untended and had probably withered. ”

What is really sad is not those withered flowers and plants, but sad that he and Murong Wei can't go back to the past.

The few red cotton trees, the fragrant orchids, and even the mud and gold that shuttled between the back house and the front yard, all kept his memories of her.

She tried everything possible to stop it, but she insisted on going her own way and had the old dream of reviving the Great Zhou. What was cut off that day was not only the old affection with relatives and friends in the army, but also the deep attachment to the Gusu Imperial City. Looking at the tattered clothes flying, Su Duhan's thoughts actually returned to the morning of the Laba Festival.

That day, Merlin was fragrant, and he was a childhood sweetheart with her. Her cherry-red bucket is warm, and his blue-green coat is as beautiful as the wind.

Now that he can't buy it, he regrets it, and seeing Ugin cover the door for himself, Su Duhan buried himself in the thick pillow and cried silently.

At the end of May, the smoke and willows in the south of the Yangtze River are like weaving, and the imperial city of Gusu is already full of purple and red, and the flowers are fragrant.

Xia Yuzhi and Yun Yang quietly returned to the Imperial City of Gusu as when they left Beijing. Xia Yuzhi presented the letter of state written by Li Chenghao, the king of Goryeo, to Emperor Chongming, and raised a bright and bright smile: "The minister did not fail in his mission, brought back the letter of the king of Goryeo, and allowed our soldiers to cross the border." ”

With Yun Yang's help, this trip to Goryeo was extremely smooth. A serious topic such as the transit of the GIs, which originally involved political relations between the two countries, extended to gossip at family dinners.

Because Xia Yuzhi came quietly as a special envoy, when the two arrived at the capital of Goryeo, Li Chenghao and Yun Ji both changed into civilian clothes and waited outside the city, without alarming the ministers of the court.

That night, Li Chenghao set up a family banquet in Yunzhi's Qixia Hall to catch the wind for the two, and only said that the Gusu Yun family was not worried about the queen's mother, so he specially sent Yun Yang to visit again.

Sake and delicacies, the evening moon is bright. Li Chenghao personally filled a cup for Xia Yuzhi and Yun Yang, and ordered someone to put a walnut dew on Yun Zhi, and the four of them sat around.

Yun Zhi read Xia Lanxin's letter, then looked at the dim sum brought by Yun Yang, looked at the familiar Ruan Ji seal letter, and tasted the rose-filled mooncake engraved in the depths of his memory, and his eyes were a little teary-eyed.

Her long black satin hair was braided, and it was also circled twice on the top of her head, decorated with lapis inlaid with gold, hanging thin tassels, and wearing a palace robe of red cloud brocade and blue girose, which looked extremely luxurious. Only a little bit of resignation was added to his expression, plus a few tears of tears, looking at me and seeing pity.

Once upon a time, Ruan Ji's backyard was a good place for them to chat. Now things are wrong, and they only leave deep thoughts for each other. Listening to Yun Yang's relays of Xia Lanxin's words waiting for her to go back, Yun Zhi finally couldn't hold it back, tilted his head slightly, and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes.

Even though he fell in love with Li Chenghao, Yun Zhi got married but went to the country to cherish his hometown. She put aside all the old habits of her relatives and friends, and she was not used to everything.

Looking at her sad look, Li Chenghao gently held her hand and said seriously: "My uncle's visit is a happy event, don't be like this." I promised you a long time ago that I would definitely go to the Gusu Imperial City with you. Not only do I want to take a look at the place where you grew up, but I also want to meet your good sisters who are like Jin Lan. You can rest assured, I will never break my word, and I will not use my identity to bind you. ”

Li Chenghao, who was dressed in scarlet clothes and jade belts, raised his sword eyebrows, his body was tall, and there was a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and his bearing and demeanor were like a god. The moment he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, his face was full of undisguised tenderness and pity, and his movements were so natural and proper, as if he was deeply integrated into his bones.