Chapter Seventy-Nine: This is very Gu Changge

"It's so ugly to laugh!" Gu Changge's face was full of disgust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The soldiers cried: this is really a world full of malice......

"I think it's a good name, who dares to call it but us!"

Zhang Heng didn't dare to refute the boss who was on the rise, but he secretly said in his heart: Please remove the word "we"!

But when you think about it, this is also the boss's confidence in us!

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng instantly had the courage to take this name, took a deep breath, and said: "Boss, since you are so confident in us, we will not live up to your expectations!"

"You're thinking too much... I don't have faith in you. Gu Changge shook his head, not caring about his injured face at all, "I just have confidence in myself." ”

The soldiers, who had been hit countless times and fought tenaciously countless times, finally vomited blood: can they still play happily......

As a result, a "First Army" full of powerful aura of self-respect and self-sacrifice was born in Gu Changge's iron-blooded oppression and the compulsion of the soldiers.

Later, Su Li, who heard this name in the East China Sea, touched his chin, raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, this is very Gu Changge..."

On an official road leading to Daqing, a man galloped on a high horse. Behind him, followed by four men in black who were also galloping horses.

The man on horseback was none other than Su Li and his four guards.

There was a white dove hovering overhead, Su Yi picked a leaf with his hand, and blew three whistles on his lips - two high-pitched and one low.

Su Yi took down the letter rolled up at the pigeon's feet, opened it and saw that it was indeed a letter from his palace master.

"Young master, the palace master asked why you haven't arrived yet?"

Su Li stopped and took the letter.

There are only four words on the letter: not returning, why.

It's really my own father's style, concise and clear, and I can say one less word than I can say one more word.

"Is it because my father misses me like this?"

Su Yi wiped his sweat, can you not urge, for that Gu Ye, you have been delayed for four or five days......

Of course, Su Yi also complained in his heart, and he didn't dare to say it in front of the prince.

Su Li suddenly sighed.

"Young master, what's wrong?" Su Yi intuitively felt that the sigh of the prince was related to Gu Ye.

Really...

"I don't know what's going on with Xiao Yezi. ”

The other Su family guards were not as "obscene" as Su Yi, and sighed: The topic span is so large, and they don't prepare a little, is that good?

Seeing his master look like he was trapped in love, Su Yi also wanted to sigh, according to the news he received from the other brothers, it was completely the prince who was hot, and Gu Ye didn't mean that at all.

But think about it, these days, where are there so many broken sleeves... Ay... Su Yi has one word in his heart now, I'm really sad...

The prince was also worried, guarding himself like a jade for twenty-one years, and finally fell in love with a girl, but people still didn't want to see him - the prince was bitter, but the prince didn't say it......

.......

The mountain behind the Falling Moon Palace at the junction of Daqing and Northern Qi.

A round of sunset, in the mountains. Su Qinghe has been lonely for many years.

In the years that Jiang Shaoqing has died, he often stands here alone, and one stop is a day.

You said that you only want to stand quietly next to the Qing and look at the Lanting from afar, and then leave me to take care of it lightly, and it will become frost by itself.

You say that the most beautiful love in the world is that after you leave, I live myself as you want it to be.

But I couldn't, and I felt sad.

The more you have seen the crowds of people, the more you have experienced the wind and frost of swords, the more you will miss someone.

I think of you many times, in the four seasons, the spring rain is dripping, the summer thunder is gusting, the autumn wind is wheezing, the winter snow is covered, or in the pen and ink, the paper is full of detached texts, messy clothes, I seem to see you holding an oil-paper umbrella in a trance, walking under the long lamp and moon, the night is dark, and walking into my paper Xuan Su paper, clear words shallow.

And then, it's hard for me not to think of you. Look at the sky is you, look at the clouds is you, look at the fuzzy figure behind the hazy fog that the tea smoke will disperse is you, look at the back of the umbrella walking in the rain alley of the long street in the heavy rain is you, look at the poetic metaphor in the words and sentences is you, see everything is you, and see everything as if you are looking at you. So, how can I not think of you?

You said you didn't want me to wait for you anymore, but I didn't wait for you, I just couldn't fall in love with someone else.

Su Li's eyes are becoming more and more like you, and his temperament is as stubborn as you, which really responds to the sentence "children follow their mothers".

You say something to say it, and the facts that happen in the end are often the opposite, and I laugh at you for being superstitious.

But now, I have named my son Li, why haven't you returned?

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

"Palace Master. ”

There was a guard behind him, and Su Qinghe turned around and stepped down the cliff.

The evening breeze in the mountains drove away the heat of early summer, blowing from the endless distant mountains and the vast heaven and earth behind him. His figure gradually blurred in the blue sky after sunset, but in the blink of an eye, it was already at the bottom of the cliff.

It was a kind of maturity that had gone through vicissitudes of life, regardless of wind and rain, a kind of indifference that was extremely weathered and speechless: whether it was in his eyes that flowed deep like still water, or the corners of his lips that pursed slightly when he was silent.

In front of him, especially when he looks at you with such a pair of eyes, no matter who it is, he will always unconsciously put away the agitation in his heart, and immerse himself in the unspeakable loneliness, immersed in the mellow and deep that he has not concealed and condensed for years. Then, at a certain moment, like a pilgrim crawling forward and worshipping sincerely, he suddenly heard the morning bell and dusk drum and the yellow bell Dalu coming from the valley, and suddenly realized that the past and present lives were just in a trance.

The guard lowered his voice, knelt down in front of him, and said, "The young master just sent a letter saying that he could reach the palace in three days at most. ”

"Hmm. Su Qinghe nodded, "Did he say, why did he delay for so many days?"

"Not really. The guard handed the envelope with both hands.

Su Qinghe took the letter and looked at it twice, and said lightly: "Okay, I know, you can step down." ”

The guard bowed his hand and said respectfully: "The subordinates retire." ”

Su Qinghe twisted the letter paper in his hand, he knew that Su had left the Nanjiang River in Northern Qi, and he understood his temperament, just as he was idle and had nothing to do to join in the fun, and he didn't want to stay for so many days.

In the end, his father knew his son, Su Li was really idle at the beginning and had nothing to do before he planned to go to the troubled waters, but even Su Li himself didn't expect that he would look at Xiao Yezi because of this!

If the guards of the Su family knew that their prince had positioned him and Gu Ye in his heart, they would probably complain, and the spring heart of the prince would be certain, but it is not easy to conclude that you are the king, and Gu Ye doesn't want to say that he is the mung bean!