Chapter 100: The undercurrent is turbulent

There is an undercurrent in Xiqu Country, trying to drag Su Wen into the deep sea. Su Wen struggled to meander forward, although there was a dark fork in the road, he also moved forward and was unstoppable.

The Xiqu River under the sunset shines with golden brilliance, and the boat rows across the river, and the white sails ripple with waves, like flowing clouds and ethereal smoke. Xiqu Mountain City towers beside it, feeling the tenacity and heaviness of the city wall, in Su Wen's eyes at this time, the ancient city is unworldly, and it has regained its long-lost youth.

It was getting late, the twilight was getting heavier and heavier, and except for a few stalls on the street that were still open, the doors of the houses were closed early. Today there are guests, the elegant courtyard of the county government is set up, the dinner is sumptuous, in a harmonious atmosphere, Su Wen toasts to welcome the guests. Maybe it's because she's too tired these days, and Su Ji has no interest when she eats, so she sleeps off with the fragrance of flowers wafting from the window.....

After a few drinks, the banquet was dispersed, and Zhao Shu went back to the room first. Su Wen asked Qian Wu to find an elegant courtyard, and arranged for the guests to return to his courtyard after staying, it was already late at night, the moon was hidden by the treetops, and there was a rickety figure in the shadow of the pavilion. "Who?" asked Su Wen vigilantly. The man stood up slowly, "The minister of the country is not strange, it is the old man Quduan." After speaking, he solemnly saluted Su Wen.

When the man arrived in the light, it turned out to be the old man in Tsing Yi before, Su Wen couldn't help but be happy: "Aren't you free? Why haven't you left yet?" The old man smiled bitterly, "It's a shame to say that the old man has not walked around the county for thirty years, so the old friends have all gone, and there is nowhere to visit relatives and friends." Where are I going, a man who is about to die? I went out for a few days, and my legs and feet were not dexterous, so I had to come back and disturb the prime minister. ”

Su Wen smiled dumbly, this lonely old man is really pitiful, not to mention that the county government is very big, but he doesn't mind having one more of him: "Then how can you get used to how to live, just don't pretend to be advanced in the future." The old man saluted and thanked him. Su Wen suddenly remembered something: "Is there anyone else in the palace?" the old man shook his head. "You can also live in the palace, and I will requisition it in a few days. The old man was quite surprised: "Do you think it is appropriate for adults?" "I am in charge of my territory, what's inappropriate?" Su Wen remembered about the laboratory, the place of the palace was wide and quiet, just right. "Then it would be better to be respectful, alas... I didn't expect that the old decay would go back one day. The old man sighed and shook his head......

Just as he was about to go back to the room, Qian Wu ran over in a hurry and smiled at Su Wen, "Lord Hui, the guests have settled down, and there are people over there to provide messengers at any time." Knowing that Su Wen was a ruthless man who killed people without blinking, Qian Wu didn't dare to think carefully, and waited for Su Wen with trepidation. Su Wen said "um", Qian Wu leaned closer and whispered: "Lord Sima said that when you come back, you must let me take you there." ”

"It's too late, isn't it?Is it appropriate to go now?" Su Wen didn't know whether the matter was urgent or not, so he couldn't make up his mind.

Master Sima said

Anyway. You have to talk to me for many nights. ”

Seeing that Ling Yan brought some toiletries into the room, it was estimated that Zhao Shu would take a while to wash. Anyway, now there is no one to help me change the dressing, so I just go for a trip.

Sima Qingqing's mansion is located in the center of Xiqushan City and is an old mansion. There was a large flowering platform full of flowers and plants in the fence in front of the house, and only a few holly leaned lonely in the corner in the cold wind. Signaling Qian Wu to go back first, Su Wen pushed open the small fence and walked through the small corridor, his nostrils were full of faint fragrance, ready to knock on the door to enter, the soldiers at the corner gate were on duty, and after Chang Aotian was assassinated, he found that Sima Qingqing was also the target, so he sent more guards. Coincidentally, these guards were on duty in the county government before, and when they saw that it was the prime minister, they hurriedly saluted and let him in by himself.

The porter didn't know where to go, Su Wenjing entered the inner courtyard, saw that the hall was brightly lit, guessed that she might not have rested, standing outside the door of her hall, just about to knock on the door, heard a slight voice.

"Why are you here? You didn't go to the guest house to accompany your playmates?" Sure enough, it was Sima Qingqing, her voice was a little low, coming out through the dilapidated lattice window, but it was faint and soft, completely devoid of the ability and style of work, but more like a little woman who needed pity.

"I haven't gone to see them yet, and since I'm here in the county government, of course I'm going to come and see you. The voice was unfamiliar, and although the voice was deliberately lowered, it could still be heard deep and deep.

"Oh, then you're here on a special trip, you're still more than a hundred miles away from here, and the road is not good. There seemed to be a hint of warmth in her light tone.

Sima Qingqing is not single! Her husband is also in Xisu. Could it be that her husband is here? Su Wen was a little surprised, and was ready not to disturb her and go back first. But I couldn't suppress my curiosity and some dark psychology, and looked through the crack in the door.

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The room was brightly lit, and Su Wen saw a delicate multi-branched oil lamp on the table, a milky white lampshade with appliqués, which looked like a white lotus flower in full bloom upside down, and the soft light shone on her fair face. And across from her sat a slender young man in a fancy costume, Su Wen couldn't see his face, he had his back to Su Wen.

"You're prettier. The man slowly reached out and took her hand.

Her body shook, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she said in a panic, "Don't ...... like this"

Su Wen was stunned for a moment, is this her husband or lover? Su Wen looked left and right, worried that he would be hit and lose people, so he cautiously retreated, and when he left, he caught a glimpse of him grabbing her hand and kissing it on the side of his mouth, Su Wen secretly snickered, should you be so anxious, you can't even bother to go to the bedroom?

"No, don't. She stood up, trying to retract her hand, but accidentally touched the candlestick with her arm, and for a moment the room was full of shaky figures.

Sima Qingqing wanted to capture the old man? I didn't expect this capable official to be quite interesting! Su Wen smiled and retreated into the courtyard.

"We, we

，...... It's not like you don't want to, why are you still ......" She left the table, her face facing the wall, her shoulders twitching, obviously emotional.

"Don't hear from you. It's hard to send this feeling. The blue yarn autumn moon, the night rain of the sycamore, several times sleepless. The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and it is only haggard. Do you know how hard I've been on this day......" The man choked, a strange smell floating in the air.

The voice of the chant was a little loud, and Su Wen, who had already retreated to the courtyard, stopped, how could it be a young man? Sima Qingqing was a woman in her thirties and forties, how could this man's voice be so young? This old lady still has an old cow's hobby of eating tender grass?

"Don't... Don't you do that...... We, we, that's all in the past, you forget. She burst into tears and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Well, if I wasn't busy with my career, I would have been able to spend more time with you. He walked up behind her and opened his arms to take her in his arms.

Sima Qingqing opened his arm, "No, it's impossible for us after all." You are still young, and one day you will marry a wife......" Her voice trembled like catkins in the wind, faint, and no longer the usual elegance.

"Do you remember Weiyang Lake?" he insisted on hugging Qingqing, and in the dim light, Sima Qingqing vaguely saw an inexplicable depression floating in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but soften. She turned slowly and stared at him, "Don't say any more, Weiyang Lake has long been forgotten by me." But her eyes were in a trance, as if shrouded in a layer of cyan light veil.

"You won't forget, I'm sure. He held her chin, "I still like your eyes, like colorful butterflies with fluttering wings." ”

She cried, two lines of tears welling up in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks and onto his hand, "We can't be wrong again and again. "At first, it was just choking, and then it was unstoppable. She bent forward and began to cry.

Su Wen didn't know what to do, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

The young man in the room gently reached out and stroked her undulating shoulders, then put his arms around her body. She fell into his arms, trembling and sobbing silently, and he took out a champa from her bosom, and sniffed it vigorously on his nose, "Don't you love me very much?"

"Ah,...... At that time, I was too lonely, you are so lovely, energetic, but ......" she sobbed and softened her heart, and in the dark night, like a piano singing, plucking, playing the dreamlike fierce and soft Huazhang of the world...

Su Wen always felt that the situation was wrong, or some kind of evil taste was at work, so he didn't leave, hiding in the dark and waiting for the young man to come out.

The man didn't notice him when he passed by Su Wen, his eyes also radiated an excited light, and his pride was overflowing, he twisted something in his hand, and sniffed it intoxicatingly with his nose down. said in a low voice, this task is good, or the ripe girl is enough to taste, and the greedy and vicious look is overflowing when he speaks.