The autumn breeze is cool, and the scent of osmanthus is especially fragrant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There were a few flowers that blew with the wind and fell on Su Duhan's thick black, and the golden color was particularly bright. The frost in his eyes was gorgeous and bleak.

Whether it was the tea stains on the placket or the osmanthus on the top of his head, Su Duhan had no time to take care of it. He leaned over and hurriedly grabbed Su Guangfu's wrist, his voice was urgent and nervous: "Mr. said that there are mineral deposits in Yuping Mountain, what kind of mine has been opened?"

"It is the most scarce copper and tin mine in Xixia, and the craftsmen mined and smelted it on the spot, and now they can shoot a large number of weapons. This news was too shocking, so his subordinates worked day and night to report it to his master. Su Guangfu's voice was hoarse, and the tiredness of running around for days made his eyes burst red, and he couldn't hide the tiredness in his expression.

Su Duhan's eyes were covered with frost, and his handsome eyes seemed to be buried by layers of ice and snow, revealing a bone-eroding coldness. After careful scrutiny of the cause and effect, there is still something I don't understand.

No matter how hard the heart is as hard as iron, there is also a small part of warmth and softness. He didn't laugh angrily, he laughed like a blade, extremely sharp, and the knife was slow to the warm and soft part of his heart.

Su Guangfu looked at Su Duhan's crazy appearance with pity and distress, and could only sigh deeply.

At the end of the laugh, Su Duhan's voice stopped abruptly, and a few words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "Mr. is not good to say directly, or Twilight Han himself will talk about the cause and effect." Murong Wei, the dead girl, knew that there was a mine in Yuping Mountain early in the morning, for fear that the Su family would get the moon first near the water, so she came to take the lead, so that we all relaxed our vigilance. ”

The more Su Duhan spoke, the more indignant he became: "It's because Duhan believes in the friendship of childhood sweethearts too much, and when she catches an eagle, she is caught by an eagle, and she is played with by this dead girl." ”

"It's not the master's fault", Su Guangfu covered it with his hand, yawned, and sincerely persuaded: "The things left by General Yangchen back then are unknown, and we all think that he refers to the treasure of His Majesty the Emperor buried in Yuping Mountain. In this way, it seems that what is really buried in Yuping Mountain should be the copper and tin ore that is in short supply in Xixia. I just don't know where the eldest princess got this news from, so she made a plan to hide it. ”

Looking at Su Guangfu's thinner figure than before, as thin as paper, and the tiredness in his eyes that could not be hidden, Su Duhan tried his best to contain the sorrow and anger in his stomach. He took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Look at Mr. Tired, let's go lie down for a while first, Rong Duhan digest the news, and we'll discuss it later." ”

Su Guangfu hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and he had forced himself to hand the news to Su Duhan, his mind was full of confusion, and he knew that he couldn't make any judgment at this time.

He waved at Su Duhan and said with guilt: "It's unhelpful to be old, Guangfu really has this intention, so I went inside to take a nap." The master can rest assured, there are his own people inside and outside here, so they should all be in the middle of the waves. ”

Su Guangfu retreated, and Su Duhan couldn't sit still in the bright hall alone, and walked to the wisteria shelf under the corridor.

The vine blossoms for a long time, and the trees are lush and brilliant, just like the sea of flowers in the Bright Viet Palace.

Su Duhan sat on the rocking chair under the flower stand, covered his eyes with a handkerchief, and sorted out what had happened in the past six months.

Although there was unwillingness in his heart, a small voice kept reminding him that Murong Wei had already broken off with him.

When did she look at herself when she was no longer as sweet and greasy as before?

Did La Bajie shake off her hand and flipped her to the ground and hurt her heart? Was her dazzling white robe too eye-catching on Chinese New Year's Eve and aroused her vigilance? Or did she always carry her to attack the lord and go to the border city with her on the return journey, making her vigilant?

Murong Wei in the past was not like this. In the past, Murong Wei was infected by his emotions, entertained with his happiness, and sentimental with his sadness, he used to be all of her.

Su Duhan really remembered that when he returned to Beijing from Cangnan, Murong Wei rarely even moved around King An's mansion, let alone made a private appointment with him. It seems that there is a knife that can sharpen time like clay, separating her from his past and present.

Ruthless, he can really draw a knife and cut off the water, cleanly. Su Duhan put his hand on his chest, feeling a dull pain, only in the depths of his heart, the invisible wound was uncontrollably gurgling with blood.

Some things have been foreshadowed, and the blame is that she misbelieved them again and again from the tassels, and she still has a secret heart for herself. is even more because the fiefdom of Yuping Mountain has relaxed its vigilance, which is regarded as Emperor Chongming's acquiescence to the marriage of the two families.

On that day, I gave her Yujue and talked to her about the garden of Yuping Mountain, and her eyes were deeply covered by the look of clouds and brocades, not the shyness of the girl, but the deep disgust.

It's just that I still don't care.

No wonder, she can abandon Yu Jue like a shoe, and she can calmly turn over her own article.

If the tenderness of the past was all a deceptive lie, Murong Wei has always been in control of the overall situation, but she has to act by herself, Su Duhan feels as funny as a clown.

I can't complain, Emperor Chongming must insist that he can inherit the title in September, which is basically cutting off his way to the border city. He was very protective of himself and the entire Su family, but he was afraid that his and Su Guangfu's actions would have already fallen into the eyes of others, and he had even alarmed those pervasive hidden dragon guards.

Don't tell each other, they still treat him as before, and it's not his face at all, not the future of kissing and kissing, but that his mother's umbrella is too effective.

Su Duhan leaned on his trunk and buried his face deep in his sleeves.

Since my father's funeral last winter, I have once again shed cold tears.

There has been deception and exploitation, and there has indeed been true love and love. In these dreams looking forward to the future, he is indeed the only one Murong Wei. Even if he wanted to regain the throne of the Great Zhou, he never thought about his identity as the opposite of her, and was still willing to marry her.

I don't know when, Su Guangfu had already woken up and stood in front of him with a new tea cup.

Su Guangfu's gentle coughing alarm alarmed Su Duhan, who was lying on his stomach, and he suddenly straightened up and looked up at Su Guangfu. Full of grievances and unwillingness, it seems that only this one person can understand.

Let Su Guangfu see his face full of tears, Su Duhan was embarrassed for a moment, but it was fleeting. He calmly took out a lake-green silk handkerchief from between his sleeves, gently wiped away his tears, and revealed a smile that had once been in the sea.

Su Guangfu hugged him lovingly and admiringly: "The man doesn't flick when he has tears, but when he is sad, the master's mood is very understandable." ”