"Nothing", Su Duhan was only shocked by the news of the man in black that he had just gently revealed, and he almost knocked over the tea in his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, by putting down the cup to cover up his gaffe, Su Duhan chuckled: "Lying all day long, even the bones are rusty, and the house is full of medicinal gas." Just take advantage of the good sunshine to come out and get some fresh air, and thank you Sister Wan for accompanying me for half a day. ”

Wen Wan looked at the star-like eyes of the young man in front of her, and sighed softly in her heart.

If it weren't for the rebirth of hatred, looking at Su Duhan's almost transparent face and listening to his gentle and elegant magnetic voice, I really couldn't have connected him with the tyrant who washed Xixia in blood that day.

Su Duhan drank the tea in the cup and slowly put it back on the table. raised his head and looked at Wen Wan affectionately but secretly, the face that was more similar to himself should clearly reveal the closeness of the family, but it was more polite.

The portrait retrieved by the man in black from the well platform of Old Zhou's father and son that day had already confirmed that Wen Wan had the same blood flowing as himself. Now that her grandfather and uncle are missing, and the legendary treasure is still missing, is there a chance for her to join hands with her?

Su Duhan rarely had a time to be alone with Wen Wan, and wanted to seize the opportunity, but he was afraid that Wen Wan and Murong Wei would have too close a relationship, and some tentative words reached Murong Wei's ears instead.

Seeing that it was getting late, the wind added coolness, Wen Wan wiped the tea stains on the round table with a hand towel, put away the cup, and asked Ugin to pick up a cloak for Su Duhan: "The wind is rising, the prince should go back to the room and rest." ”

It was already the last chance, and the corners of Su Duhan's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile: "To this day, my sister still refuses to call me a twilight cold, and she prefers the son of the world, which seems so raw." ”

"The habits of the old years, how can they be so easy to change now?After a while, I will call the prince a prince," Wen Wan replied with a faint smile, caressing the folds between her sleeves.

"Sister Wan, I've actually always wanted to ask, since when did you and Ah Wei become so familiar. Why doesn't Sister Wan call me by my name, but she is willing to call her affectionately?"

Under the faded lacquered nanmu hand-copying oil corridor, Su Duhan was wearing the clothes sent by Ugin Fang, half of his handsome face, and his long figure in the silhouette was as tall as a pine.

"Sister Wan knows that although you and I are nominally related, we have the same blood in our bones. My sister blindly brushes it off like this, just to make Zu unwilling to be unwilling to die with the same people at the beginning, right?"

Uncovering the past history, Su Duhan looked back at Wen Wan meaningfully, waiting for her reply. Seeing that Wen Wan just raised her eyes in surprise, her lips moved a few times, but she didn't speak for a long time.

Su Duhan didn't urge, only smiled affectionately, turned the verandah, and slowly walked to his room, leaving time for Wen Wan to digest slowly.

Wen Wan stood silently, looking at the corner of the verandah, Su Duhan's green shirt was gone, only the last few words were still like the wind, blowing clearly into his ears: "When I first saw her when I was a child, I had an inexplicable sense of closeness to my sister, blood is thicker than water, not whether my sister recognizes it or not, and it can be easily erased." ”

In the faint twilight, Wen Wan went out of Canglang Xuan alone. Standing under the tall ginkgo tree outside, looking back at the remnant clouds and sunset covering the heavy cornices behind him, he smiled mockingly.

If she didn't have the experience of her previous life, maybe she would really be moved by Su Duhan's last few words, and wanted to relive this family relationship where blood is thicker than water.

Reborn in this life, the sorrow of parting with Qin Heng's life and death is always entangled in dreams. A pair of people from generation to generation in their lives, but they were beaten with sticks, all because of the people in front of them.

No matter how cheerful Su Duhan's smile and sincere words are, he is just wearing a cloak of hypocrisy.

There was not a single living mouth left in those black-clothed people that day, and the news that he had just made up himself stabbed Su Duhan, and he probably thought of passing the news out in an attempt to make up for the mistake that day.

Now, he can't find his grandfather and uncle, and Su Duhan still believes that his grandfather has treasures handed down by his ancestors, so he can't hold his breath and wants to start with her.

The earnest teaching of the stepmother could not make Su Duhan stop, and when he met in the army, how could he be embarrassed by the love of the stepmother? Wen Wan was full of pity, and accompanied Chu Zhaohui to have dinner, and then rushed back to the palace before the spoon was lowered at the palace gate, and handed the news to Murong Wei.

threatened with his life in exchange for the right to leave the house. Listening to the gentle narration, Murong Wei giggled, which could be regarded as understanding Su Duhan's ruthlessness.

Even if he was ruthless to himself, let alone facing others, it was not difficult to understand that he wanted to kill the Murong family back then, even the children.

Xia Yuzhi was on duty in the palace, and that night, Murong Wei handed the news to his ears, asking the people of the Hidden Dragon Guard to strengthen their guards.

Chu Zhaohui's request for help that day was exactly what Xia Yuzhi wanted, and there were already people from the Qianlong Guard among the guards guarding King An's mansion, just to secretly keep an eye on Su Duhan's actions.

If Su Duhan leaves the mansion, he will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of the secret guards. Xia Yu's secret order, seeing what the prince is doing outside, is not allowed to startle the grass, just hand over the news, and the master of his own hidden dragon guard is secretly monitoring.

In the end, Su Duhan's identity is special, Xia Yuzhi can't tell Murong Wei that he is guilty of his past life for his crimes in this life. Only by secretly deploying, waiting for him to rebel against him, and always have to take action, can he open his net to fish.

Besides, Xu Zhaoyi relied on Concubine Xin's confession and Luo Pujia's evidence to clear her charges, and early in the morning of the second day, she dressed according to the product and went to Fengluan Hall to thank Queen Chu.

Xu Zhaoyi was very calm when she was guilty, but now that the crime was cleared, the smile on her face was still calm, and she was not shocked by some humiliation, which made Queen Chu nod secretly.

There were already palace people who put a futon on the ground, Xu Zhaoyi knelt down, kowtowed three heads to Queen Chu, and presented the scriptures copied in these days, and asked Queen Chu to look at them.

Empress Chu sat down, picked up those scriptures and picked them up slightly. In addition to the "Heart Sutra" and "Dizang Sutra", a "Amitayus Sutra" was copied by Xu Zhaoyi many times.

The upright pear blossom Xiaokai stroked one stroke at a time, and the handwriting was thick and concise, obviously Xu Zhaoyi was calm when copying, and was not burdened by the crime of murdering the emperor's heir, and even more so, she firmly believed that she could return her innocence, and she only had peace and no fear in her heart.

Empress Chu liked Xu Zhaoyi's handwriting very much, so she left a scroll and put it on the offering table in her small Buddha hall, and ordered Qin Yao to take it to the Western Three Holy Statues to burn.

Only the two of them were left to sit idly, and Queen Chu looked at Xu Zhaoyi again. Seeing that although she was thinner, her demeanor was still dignified, and her eyes were not haggard, but more neutral and peaceful.

It seems that after this tempering, I know how to hold simplicity and keep clumsy.