If the fragment of the Shanhe Society map had been abandoned, the younger siblings might still be alive.

But there was no if, during the period of not returning to the sea, he used all means to keep himself alive, just to return to Chen to take revenge.

However, when he stepped into the land of the Seven Kingdoms again, the Chen Kingdom was destroyed, and the Chen royal family that killed his younger siblings had already turned into white bones.

The hatred that had accumulated in (the chest) was all hit on the cotton, and that sense of powerlessness and frustration made people despair.

Taking a deep breath, a smile resurfaced in Hu Yanjue's raised eyes.

"Master Su must think that Jue is a ruthless person."

In the second choice, he chose the latter and gave up the (sexual) life of his relatives.

Su Zhixi put a wrapped dumpling aside, slowly deepened her jade hand, and gently stroked Hu Yanjue's cheeks, her cold fingertips had no temperature, but there were waves in Hu Yanjue's heart.

"Everyone has their own choice, and once they make a choice, they have to bear the consequences they deserve, and everyone is."

These words seem to be enlightening Hu Yanjue, and they also seem to be saying it for themselves.

"The two most useless words in the world are if."

"Yes, Jue understands."

A few coats of flour on his cheeks were white, Hu Yanjue smiled like a teenager, and continued to roll out the dumpling skin.

Outside the kitchen door, as soon as they heard that Su Zhixi was cooking in person, Yan Cangzhou, Yan Yunli, Gao Ying Nalan and others lined up with dishes and chopsticks.

This made more than 30 monks Lijiang Han Qing very puzzled, what were they doing, how could they prepare to beg for food one by one like those who asked for food.

"Daughter-in-law Ying, what are you doing?"

Han Qing screamed as a daughter-in-law of Ying, which made Gao Ying roll her eyes again and again.

"Get out."

"Order!"

Han Qing rolled around on the ground very obediently, and then rolled back to Gao Ying's side and asked again.

"Daughter-in-law Ying, what are you doing, why are you asking for food one by one."

Without waiting for Gao Ying to say anything, Qi Lao kicked away Han Qing who came out of the juice.

"Ying'er, don't beep with him, you won't be able to grab it for a while, the third prince Yan Shizi, don't blame the old man for saying ugly things ahead, be a person who pays attention to respecting the old (love ài) young, and besides, you are the third prince of Yan Kingdom, you should pay attention to your own (body shēn) share."

"Qi Lao said and laughed, this king naturally respects the old (love ài) young, but Qi Lao should also know that this king's (body shēn) share is the third prince of Yan Kingdom, and Qi Lao is just a logistics doctor."

Yan Cangzhou made it clear that he would not be polite to Qi Lao, and Qi Lao was also determined to compete with Yan Cangzhou.

Not only Yan Cangzhou and Qi Lao, but also Nalan Rong'er, who has always been gentle, is waiting at the kitchen door with a bowl with a nervous face.

The monk Han Qing Lijiang was even more puzzled, isn't it just a meal, as for making it as tense as the war between several countries.

A pot of dumplings finally came out of the pot, and the aroma was overflowing

The Dao drifted away, and Qi Lao Yan Cangzhou swallowed his saliva one after another.

In the blink of an eye, there is not much left of a pot of dumplings.

"Third prince, you are shameless enough to take three bowls."

"Each other, no matter how shameless this king is, he can't compare to Qi Lao taking the big sea bowl."

There were three bowls full of dumplings in front of Yan Cangzhou, the bowls in front of Qi Lao were bigger than his face, Yan Yunli grabbed a lot of dumplings, and although Gao Ying Nalan Rong'er was a woman, she was also full of dumplings with a bowl of sharp dumplings.

"As for it, isn't it just dumplings, as if I haven't eaten dumplings for hundreds of years, knocking them out one by one and looking useless."

It's just a dumpling, as for such a scramble, it's shameful to look like you've never seen the world.

It's just that others are like this, even the three princes of Yan Kingdom, which makes the monk a little puzzled.

The monk walked to Nalan Rong'er (body shēn) and practiced the Buddhist ritual with both hands, and the present (body shēn) looked like a kind eyebrow and kind eyes, coupled with polite manners, which won the love of everyone in the women's class.

"Rong'er donor, I don't know if the poor monk can taste it, and solve the answer in the poor monk's heart."

“…… Okay, but only one. ”

Nalan Rong'er was very reluctant to take out a dumpling from the bowl and put it in the monk's hand.

The monk Amitabha Buddha thanked him, and when the dumpling entered his mouth, the moment when the fragrant meat and the fragrant vegetables were between the mouths, the expression on the monk's face was instantly stunned.

"It's not delicious, you did talk, were you poisoned?"

Li Jiang tugged at the stunned monk, it should smell good, otherwise this bald donkey would not have such a look.

At this time, everyone saw the monk slowly take out the Zen staff from behind (body shēn), walk to the kitchen step by step, pestle the Zen staff on the ground with a bang, and then say a very domineering word.

"The poor monk swore in the name of the Buddha, who dared to grab food with the poor monk, and the poor monk sent him to the West Heaven of Bliss to see the Buddha."

Su Zhixi, who was cooking the second pot of dumplings in the kitchen, glanced back at the monk, and the expression (qingqing) with a face that looked at death as if he was at home was very despised.

When the second pot of dumplings came out, more than 30 people lined up, swearing to guard the dumplings to the death, even if they stepped on their corpses, they would not let foreign enemies eat a dumpling.

"A bunch of fools!"

smiled helplessly, although she was very disgusted in her words, Su Zhixi still re-wrapped some dumplings.

By the time the third pot of dumplings came out, two camps had already formed outside the kitchen.

One is the faction headed by Qi Lao of Yancang Prefecture, and the other is the faction headed by the monk Lijiang.

"Master Su is our master, and only we can eat the dumplings made by our master."

Monk Lijiang and others said.

"Su Zhixi is a good friend of this king."

"Zhixi girl is the granddaughter of the old man."

"Sister Xin is our master."

“

Master is my Master. ”

Yan Cangzhou Qi Lao Gao Ying and others and Yan Yunli said.

Meow a (Mimi)'s!

Grab food from them, you shameless scumbag.

(奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) paws!

Grab food with them, you group of old, weak, sick and disabled, fight you every minute.

The two sides did not want to give in to each other, and the reason was to fight for the ownership of the third pot of dumplings.

At this time, Gao Ying in the Yancang Prefecture camp took a step forward, her beautiful eyes were full of smiles, and she stretched out her jade hand and hooked it towards Han Qing.

"Xiao Han Qing, who are you from?"

"Hey, hey, of course I'm from Ying's daughter-in-law's side."

"Then don't roll over here."

"Yes, yes, this is coming, this is coming."

A lewd smile crawled all over her face, and Gao Ying's one look made Han Qing defect to the enemy.

"Miss Rong'er, if you seduce (seduce) me, I will also pass."

Canaan had a big red face, and the old man looked shy, not to mention how disgusting, but Nalan Rong'er didn't pay attention to Canaan at all, which made someone's heart break slightly.

In the end, the third pot of dumplings was split in two, which saved an unnecessary war.

However, Han Qing was completely despised by the monks.

"There is no one (sex xing), phew!"

"It's not that the poor monk looks down on you, since Han Qing's benefactor has chosen the camp, the donor will do it himself."

"That's, oh se, let you ((贱 jiàn)jiàn)!"

Monk Canaan and others expressed their shame towards Han Qing, especially Canaan, who was rejected by Nalan Rong'er, and saw Han Qing simply angry.

Isn't it just more literary than him, more handsome than him, more chewing words than him, what's the big deal? Bah!

In the middle of the night, Han Qinggu (身shēn) squatted alone in front of the tent door, hugging his shoulders tightly, the appearance was so pitiful that people couldn't bear to look at it directly, if he placed a broken bowl in front of him, it would be exactly the same as a beggar.

At this time, a fragrant breath wafted in the air, Han Qing raised his head, and under the moonlight, he saw a woman in a lilac dress appearing in the moonlight, which was so beautiful that people didn't dare to breathe.

"Fool."

Gao Ying put the tray in her hand on the ground, there were some warm tea and pastries on the tray, and the pastries were still (hot), which showed that these pastries were made by Gao Ying.

After saying a fool's word, Gao Ying ignored the look in Han Qing's eyes and turned (shēn) to leave, leaving only the disappearing back constantly emerging in Han Qing's eyes.

A pot of tea is not a precious tea, but it comes from Gao Ying's hands, as well as those pastries that exude (hot) gas, whether it is temperature or aroma, they all permeate Han Qing's heart, and they have not dissipated for a long time, but on the contrary, they are becoming more and more intense.

Looking at the tray placed in front of him, Han Qing's rough big hand picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite gently, and the sweet smell instantly spread all over his heart, that too

The warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.

couldn't help but feel a sincere smile spread from his eyes to the corners of his eyes, not as before, this time, Han Qing sat cross-legged on the ground, taking a sip of tea and a piece of pastry and savoring it, as if it was the most delicious delicacy in the world.

The monk Lijiang and the others looked at Han Qing's back through the curtain, and finally one by one, you look at me, I look at you, and they all sighed silently.

"I didn't expect that!"

"I really didn't expect it."

"Yes, no matter what, I didn't expect to let Han Qing's grandson be a blessing in disguise, God is unfair!"

Everyone shook their heads one by one and sighed angrily, why did God not open his eyes so much, so that a beautiful girl like Gao Ying could send food to Han Qing.

It's really a flower inserted in cow dung, no, Han Qing is not even as good as cow dung!

Jealousy makes the people ugly.

However, although everyone said so, they were still more or less happy for Han Qing in their hearts.

Whether it is Han Qing or everyone present, who doesn't want to find a sincere and reassuring feeling (qing), find a warm home, and go through his life with his wife in a plain and down-to-earth manner.

Leisurely under the south mountain, the smiling faces of the wife and children continue to return ((swing dàng) dàng) in front of them.

This kind of ordinary people live exactly what they want in their dreams, and if there really is that kind of life, how good it would be.

However, several people knew in their hearts that since they entered the Sea of No Return, since they left the Sea of No Return, and since the moment they embarked on the Road of the Seven Kingdoms, the so-called peace had long since disappeared.

Accompanying them (身shēn) is nothing but endless killing, blood, and death, and the rest, fleeting fantasies.

The monk's gaze fell on Han Qing (身shēn), and a pair of eyes that saw through the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world were a little deep.

The most untouchable thing in this world is the (情qing) (爱ài) between men and women, and if it bears fruit, it is a good thought.

If it is the same as Lord Su and Emperor Jiang, it is an incorrigible evil.

When it comes to Su Zhixi, especially today's dumplings, it is really surprising, I didn't expect that Su Zhu could cook, and the cooking skills are so superb, it seems that they have a strong reason to protect Su Zhu.

The wind at the western border pass was dry, and for several days in a row, the allied forces of Da Mo and Jiang did not invade the western border of Yan again.

But everyone didn't take it lightly, after all, the other party was Jiang Moyi, maybe they would play some tricks to attack suddenly, and they were caught off guard.

It was another night, on the city wall, Su Zhixi sat on the battlements of the city wall and looked at the little light at the end of the darkness.

Then, it should be Jiang Guo's military camp.

If you rush to kill Jiang Moyi at this time, will you be able to calm the hatred in your heart?

Su Zhixi asked herself again and again.

Every time the hatred in her heart swelled, she would admonish herself

。

Death is just a relief for Jiang Moyi, what she wants is to let that person survive and not die, and let him taste the pain he has suffered.

Yan Cangzhou came to Su Zhixi's side, stood beside her (body shēn), and looked at the direction of Jiang **ying.

The wind, blowing on the face.

The wind mixed with the yellow sand smelled a little dust, falling on the clothes and the white hair.

Yan Cangzhou stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the yellow sand on Su Zhixi's long hair, the action was so gentle, he was afraid that if he tried harder, he would hurt Su Zhixi.

"Zhixi, what are you looking at?"

Knowing that Su Zhixi was looking at the direction of Jiang **ying, Yan Cangzhou still had to ask, perhaps, he just wanted to hear more about Su Zhixi's voice.

"I don't know what I'm looking at."

A smile appeared in those red eyes.

A little sad, a little indifferent.

Su blew her long hair, the slender white floated in front of her eyes, messing up the whole world, looking at the boundless darkness through a trace of white, her red eyes slowly closed.

"Is there a flute?"

"Dizi, yes, wait for this king for a while."

As long as Su Zhixi speaks, even the star in the sky, Yan Cangzhou, will try his best to take it off.

No, when Yan Cangzhou returned to Su Zhixi (身shēn), he had an ordinary flute in his hand.

"There is no better flute in the barracks."

"That's fine."

Su Zhixi took the flute from Yan Cangzhou's hand, the flute was full of woody aroma, not an ordinary bamboo flute, and the sound of playing was deeper, and it was also more desolate, with a sense of emptiness in the desert.

In the night, Su Zhixi sat on the battlements of the city wall and played the flute.

Yan Cangzhou leaned against the city wall, his eyes full of Su Zhixi's shadow.

The sound of the flute is very familiar.

Yan Cangzhou didn't know where to hear it.

Although he didn't know the name of this rhythm, he could feel Su Zhixi's (qing) mood from it, and with the rotation of each syllable, the throbbing in his heart also rotated.

I don't know how long, maybe it's an instant, or maybe it's a hundred years of eternity.

By the time Yan Cangzhou came back to his senses, the flute had already stopped.

I don't know the end of the song when I am young, and I am already a person in the song when I listen to it again.

A long time ago, Su Zhixi once said something like this.

But at that time, she hadn't really understood the meaning of this sentence.

Now, she really understands.

(Qing Qing) (Love ài), as if it was poison, it could not be touched.

Master must have experienced a lot of things back then, so he liked such a desolate song.

"No matter what happens, this king will be by your side."

After the song ended, Yancangzhou returned to reality.

Feel it

The loneliness that burst out from Su Zhixi (身shēn) took a step forward, and his wide hands stretched out into the air, wanting to hug Su Zhixi in his arms and warm the cold heart with the temperature of his heart.

But when Yan Cangzhou stretched out his hand, Su Zhixi went to stand up and threw the flute in his hand down the city wall. I don't know if Su Zhixi's move was intentional or unintentional, Yan Cangzhou gradually withdrew his hands, and a bitter smile occupied his eyes.

"It's late at night, go and rest."

"The third prince should also rest."

"Okay."

A good word contains too many complex (emotional) threads.

Although the narrow eyes are still cold when looking at Su Zhixi, they are still cold at ordinary times, but the hot (hot) hidden under the ice is venting their feelings (qing) all the time.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he likes Su Zhixi, but Su Zhixi ignores everything.

Yan Cangzhou knew, he always knew that the man named Jiang Moyi was still in the deepest part of Su Zhixi's heart, and no one could shake it.

How much hatred there is, how much (love) there is.

He really envied Jiang Moyi, really envious.

The bitter smile became more and more intense, Yan Cangzhou spit out a mouthful of turbid breath, and then, the look in his eyes was swept away.

He is Yancangzhou.

When did the third prince of the Yan Kingdom fall to such self-pity and self-pity.

He (loves) Su Zhixi, he missed it six years ago, and he won't let go again this time, even if it is Emperor Jiang.

The Yan Cangzhou turn (body shēn) armor of one (身 shēn) disappeared into the darkness, and just a back decided everything.

In the night, Yan Cangzhou and Su Zhixi returned to their respective camps, but they didn't know that under the gate of Yan Kingdom, a dark (body shēn) figure leaned against the edge of the city wall, and her slender fingertips caressed the flute that Su Zhixi had thrown away.

"Madam, you still remember, as a husband, you must remember."

The familiar tune had long since dissipated, but it echoed in Jiang Moyi's ears.

Every rhythm is so familiar, witnessing the bits and pieces between him and Su Zhixi.

He clearly remembered that the woman playing the guzheng in the palace clearly remembered the singing red in the kitchen. The woman with the lyrics clearly remembers the woman dancing on the bridge.

He remembers every picture, every past, every detail.

Su Zhixi's laughter, Su Zhixi's distress, Su Zhixi's arrogance (Jiaojiāo), Su Zhixi's everything he remembers.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, let's go back to the camp first."

Yan Ming knelt on one knee, they had been staying outside the gate of Yanguo for a long time, and the wound on His Majesty's abdomen oozed blood and needed to come out in time, besides, ...... Su Zhixi also went back.

If Su Zhixi knew everything His Majesty had done, and knew that His Majesty had experienced no less pain than her for so many years, would the woman let go of the hatred in her heart.

But what ifs are there in this world.

……

The next day (日す).

In the early morning, the horn of the Yan ** battalion sounded all over the sky, and the beating war drums made every soldier tense their nerves.

The desert ginger ** team is coming, and the war is about to break out.

(End of chapter)

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