August 15, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Singing about wine, what is life? Belch... Cheers! ”

Tang He held the Qibao glazed wine jug, and his face was red and he danced towards the full moon in the sky. His thin figure looked like a thin reed with a large head and a small body in the light of the white moonlight. The wind rose in the courtyard, and the breeze blew the red clothes up, and the figure swayed with the wind, as if it would drift away with the night breeze at any time.

When he came to deliver moon cakes, He Qingsong saw such a scene.

Standing in front of the gate of the small courtyard, separated by a row of thin black iron fences, he didn't make any sound, but his eyes were soft, and he quietly looked at the smirking Tang He in the courtyard.

After watching it for a long time, He Qingsong involuntarily squeezed out a helpless sigh in his throat, pushed the door in, and hurriedly helped the drunk cat standing on the white jade table dancing with his hands: "Hey, hey, you're really... Come down! I'm not afraid of falling...."

Tilting his head and blinking, Tang He moved his face away from the bright starry night.

The side face in a trance looked, well, it's a moon white. couldn't help but rub his drunken eyes, and when he stared at a pair of misty apricot eyes, the moon white turned into a jasper hairpin carved from the best jade.

Giggling, stretching out his hand, Lisuo pulled it off, and hid it in his arms: "Good thing, mine." ”

He Qingsong stroked his hanging hair, a little crying and laughing, put the moon cake in his hand on the small table, and said in his heart that he was a nanny, he pulled Tang He's sleeve and snatched away the wine jug that the drunk cat was holding in the palm of his hand.

"Don't move, live in peace!"

The magic sound entered his ears, Tang He was clever, his body trembled, and when his dim eyes fell on He Qingsong, who was like a waterfall, his face was instantly full of spring breeze, and he howled angrily: "Little beauty, hiccup~ Uncle - this is coming!" ”

He Qingsong finally couldn't help it, and flicked Tang He's head hard, but unexpectedly, Tang He was full of enthusiasm, not only did he not parry but was pounced.

It's just helpless.

He Qingsong fished Tang He, looked around the messy yard, although helpless, but he was really worried, as a dead friend, He Qingsong knows Tang He well, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, but it is also the day when the Prime Minister's Mansion of Pearl removed Tang He.

But it is still difficult for Qing officials to do household affairs, and the affairs of the Tang family can not be interrogated by an outsider.

"Smack!"

Hearing the crisp sound coming from the door of his head, He Qingsong's sympathy for Tang He instantly vanished, and he angrily grabbed Tang Ming's hands waving in the air: "Tang Er, be quiet." ”

At this time, the drunken Tang He changed his new moves in a variety of ways, but when he saw that he got out of He Qingsong's clamps, he jumped onto the stone bench with his hands up, and made a golden rooster independent: "Is it the thief who is begging to fight?" Dare to eat uncle's tofu, hurry up~ report your name! ”

He Qingsong glanced blankly, did not respond, and avoided Tang He's harassment.

Tang He saw that he was in the air, and this drunken cat's unwillingness changed again - the probe looked at the moon and the golden rooster was independent, and there were words in his mouth: "Hey! Eat my old Don's stick! As he spoke, he saw that he was about to spread his wings as a great peng, and he was so angry that he wanted to jump off the stone bench.

He Qingsong hesitated for a while, but still opened his arms and took it in his arms when the drunk cat fell.

Looking at Tang He who was grinning in his arms, He Qingsong couldn't help but be stunned, although in his impression, Tang He had always been smiling and smiling, and although he looked weak, he didn't ....... So skinny. A man was as thin as a woman, holding it lightly in his arms, without any flesh.

He was in the Tang family...

He Qingsong's eyes were fixed on Tang Ming, he was from a family, and he knew better than anyone else about the battles in the mansion.

Facing He Qingsong's eyes, Tang He unintentionally looked away, blinking a pair of drunken eyes, like Seiko carved red lips spitting wine and sticking straight to He Qingsong's face: "Hehe, beauty, come and kiss the uncle." ”

He Qingsong saw Tang He's pursed lips, looked at the pair of crystal clear and moist eyes, and unconsciously darkened his eyes, he chuckled, helped Tang He to sit behind the bamboo and rattan chair, lifted his robe and sat next to him, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all: "You unkind boy, He San, you have no other skills, I will accompany you to get drunk today." ”

"Your body, you can't drink, don't spoil my 10,000-year-old spirit wine." Tang He on the rattan chair turned over lazily, not knowing whether he was drunk or sober, and muttered.

He Qingsong was slightly stunned, raised his eyes, and met a pair of clear eyes. He still wanted to speak, but Tang He buried his head between his forearms, closed his eyes, and muttered, "I'm so sleepy." ”

Dumbfounded, He Qingsong simply untied his robe and put it on Tang He.

Dissolving in the moonlight, a long night.

In the morning, He Qingsong woke up in the warm morning light. In the haze, only a black shadow was faintly seen, the black shadow flickered with silver light, if the dragon swims, if the phoenix is frightened, if the Houyi arrow chases for nine days, it is like a thunderbolt, and the earth shakes the mountains.

The person who danced the sword was Tang He. He Qingsong knew that Tang He had always had the habit of getting up in the morning to practice swords.

He squinted his eyes and closed them lazily again.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, a murderous aura approached the façade and burst out. A biting chill spreads from the back.

When his body subconsciously popped out of the stone bench, He Qingsong vigilantly took out an iron fracture fan from his arms, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, but his movements did not stop, his footsteps were empty, and he stepped on Tang He's sword and couldn't help but knock him on the head with the folding fan in his hand: "You bastard boy!" ”

The sword made a circle on his wrist, He Qingsong stepped on the sword, and slid forward a few steps, only to see Tang He pull out the hilt of the sword from under his feet and stab it.

The pace is like the wind, and the pace is retreating sharply, even so, He Qingsong is still not as fast as Tang He's sword to break through the wind, just as he was about to be stabbed by the blade of the sword to the forearm, Tang He suddenly closed his momentum.

The blade of the sword is sheathed.

He Qingsong held the folding fan in his hand, sweating profusely and his face was full of face, seeing Tang He conceding, he unwillingly rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a big battle, but at this time, Tang He stopped him: "I have no spiritual root, I am not your opponent, you sick seedling, it is better to keep your little spiritual energy and participate in the examination of the Medicine Sect." ”

"Your spiritual roots?" He Qingsong's face turned ugly.

Tang He's face did not change, and his face was full of indifference: "When I took the entrance exam to the Shangyuan Gate, I was ruined by the elders in the gate. ”

He Qingsong looked at Tang He in a daze, opened his mouth, and the words were all in his throat, he just wanted to ask, isn't He Qingsong's nominal mother the baby daughter of the Shangyuan Sect Master. Now it seems......

All kinds of speculations flashed in his mind, He Qingsong had a cold face, looked at Tang He again, the emotions in his eyes rolled, regret and anger were intertwined like a net, and he couldn't help but punch the stone table. He always thought that although Tang He was not favored in the Xiangfu, because of his excellent cultivation of immortal spiritual roots, his life in the Xiangfu was at the level of a young master, but he did not expect that the first prime minister of the famous Pearl Dynasty would kill his own son, and even expelled him from the house and never come back and forth.

"Is there a saying about Shangyuanmen?!"

Looking at He Qingsong's angry appearance, a cynical smile overflowed from the corner of Tang He's mouth, and he gaged: "Hey, why are you so angry, Shangyuan Sect, but one of the three major immortal cultivation sects of the Pearl Dynasty!" Such a sect ......"

Tang He didn't finish his words.

Shangyuanmen, is one of the three major immortal cultivation sects of the Pearl Dynasty, and the disciples are all over the immortal list of the Pearl Dynasty, it stands to reason that this should be a sect that has nothing to do with the secular state, but the only daughter of the Shangyuan Sect, Yue Yaluo, known as the butterfly fairy, is in love with a mundane poor boy, and the poor boy is Tang He's Chen Shimei's father, Tang Chongde, the current first prime minister of the Pearl Dynasty.

Back then, the lord of Shangyuan Gate loved his daughter and became obsessed, and he categorically would not let the young woman who was holding her hand at the tip of her heart marry, but this Yue Ayaluo had already been secretly married to Tang Chongde, helplessly, the master of Shangyuan Gate recruited Tang Chongde as his son-in-law, and since then Tang Chongde has soared to the top, and the power has approached the holy mountain of the Pearl Dynasty.

But no one thought that this Tang Chongde turned out to be Chen Shimei, who was not only married but also had a son before he asked to marry Yue Yaluo.

Tang He is that child, a child who is destined to be unfavored, or perhaps it can be said that he is a child who should not come to the Tang family or to the world.

"Now, do you have a plan?" He Qingsong was silent for a long time, the cruelty of reality cleared his mind, and looking at Tang He, who looked indifferent, he changed the topic.

Tang He didn't answer, his eyes were on the sky outside the narrow wall.

Biyu is vast, and mortals are so humble. Even those immortals who claim to be enlightened in vain, in this blue sky, it is only a little, the sky is vast, and he should probably go after another sky.

"Hey, Sanhei, do you want to be so realistic, I just got removed from the Tang family, can't you let me slow down for a few days?" Turning around quite impatiently, Tang He looked at He Qingsong's face with a hippie smile.

He Qingsong, who was originally planning his life for Tang He, was choked by this sentence of three blacks, and after coughing three times in a row, he pulled out an iron bone fan and chased after him.

He Qingsong scolded while beating, quite without the image of a jade son.

Tang He laughed even more happily, and was finally chased by He Qingsong to the foot of the house, squatting on the ground, and laughing.

Naturally, fat beatings are inevitable.

After making enough trouble, Tang He's face straightened, looked at He Qingsong, no sadness or joy, and said, "I'm leaving the royal city." ”

"Where to go?" He Qingsong asked.

Tang He originally wanted to say that the world is too big for me to swim, but after seeing the iron bone fan shaking in He Qingsong's hand, he changed his excuse.

"The Far North."

"What are you doing in the Far North?!" He Qingsong opened the fan in his hand, closed the fan again, and knocked it on the back of his hand.

Maybe He Qingsong himself didn't know how hard he struck, Tang He swallowed as he looked at the red mark on the back of his hand.

"Find the Heavenly Demon Old Man." After hesitating, he answered truthfully.

He Qingsong's face immediately changed after hearing the words of the Heavenly Demon Old Man, he looked at He Qingsong incredulously, leaned forward slightly, trembled in his words, and asked nervously: "What you said, but the demon who escaped after attacking the Shangyuan Sect with the power of one person three years ago?" ”

"Yes." Tang He clenched his fists.

"You... Do you want to? He Qingsong clenched the folding fan tightly and grabbed Tang He's sleeve.

"Yes." Tang He's gaze was firm.

After He Qingsong stared at him for a while, he sighed helplessly, he chuckled, and then looked at Tang He intently and said, "I'll send you there." ”

Tang He was a little surprised, stroked He Qingsong's hand, looked at him for a while, and closed his eyes full of exhaustion.

If He Qingsong goes to the Far North with him...

Tang He shook his head, he had other plans, because he had a secret that he couldn't tell, that is, he was not a real man.