"It's really rare, and you'll have time to read." Su Jiu sat down opposite him, and poured his wine seriously, "What kind of book are you reading?" ”

""The Yuan Turtle of the Book of Books" is about political affairs and history." Xie Rongjing smiled and put the book aside, "It's autumn, the night in the mountains and forests is very cold, why did you come here?" ”

"I heard you're leaving, come and see you off." Su wine drinks on its own.

The royal hunting special agar is brewed, thick and intoxicating, and the wine is very strong.

The amount of Su wine is not good or bad, two glasses down, and the tails of the eyes are gradually dyed crimson, like hooking peony petals.

She grinned, "Speaking of which, we've known each other for ten years. ”

Ten years, the young man on the opposite side has already faded from the fat powder of Jinling Qinhuai, and has exhausted his immature and innocent, cold and solemn not only his appearance and outline, but also his tempered heart.

He is already a calm, steady and personable man.

In Chang'an City, who doesn't know the reputation of the Marquis of the Xie family?

"Ten years ......" Xie Rongjing also smiled, and there was a deep nostalgia hidden in Feng's eyes, "Back then, the group of classmates went their separate ways, and I have forgotten what year the last reunion dinner was eaten." The bright moon is not overnight, and the late spring flowers are not overnight. ”

There was silence, and the sound of partridges came from outside the tent, which made the mountains and forests even quieter.

After being silent for a moment, Su Jiu rubbed his eyebrows and chuckled, "Come to think of it, you also know what Xiao Tingchen plans to let you do in the ghost prison." He was such a strong man that no one could say anything about what he decided. ”

She poured a large bowl full of wine, and a bright and sharp light appeared in her eyes, "This bowl of wine, I respect the marquis and exiled for three thousand miles, for Dayong, do my best, and be famous at the border!" ”

Xie Rongjing laughed and happily picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

Su wine poured full of wine again, and his eyes were red, "This bowl, respect the old people of Jinling, take care of each other, wait until the mountains and rivers are settled, and then come to Gongchanjuan!" ”

"This bowl, I respect you and me for ten years, honest and frank, the wind and the moon are irrelevant!"

Xie Rongjing just looked at her and smiled, laughing so much that tears came out.

He raised his head and drank the wine of Su Jiu's toast, with no regrets or fear in his eyes.

The tent was filled with wine, and two quarters of an hour was just a flick of a finger.

Su Jiu was already drunk.

Xie Rongjing carried her to the couch and covered her with a thin blanket.

The rough palm caressed the girl's fair forehead, and Danfeng's eyes hid the admiration precipitated by the years, deep and immortal.

He knelt on one knee in front of the couch and carefully picked up one of Su Jiu's hands.

"Su Xiaojiu, the one I served was never Xiao Tingchen, let alone the Dayong Dynasty. You are the only one who I have always been loyal to. If exile for 3,000 miles to the ghost prison can keep the mountains and rivers stable, and can ensure that you and the man you love can rest easy, then I am willing to accept the punishment of exile. If my life could be exchanged for your life, I would not hesitate to give it up. ”

"How can I know you for ten years, I still want to be a neighbor with you for another ten years, a neighbor for twenty years, thirty years, forty years, and a lifetime ......"

"Su Xiaojiu, ten years of affection, although it is not related to Fengyue, I always love you, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. In this life, in the next life, I will be your minister. ”

He bowed his head and kissed the girl's fingertips reverently.

The time has come, and Xie Rongjing slowly stepped out of the big tent.

This night was dusty, the soldiers and horses galloping on the official road frightened the crows in the forest, and the man with a cold face like a spring dawn raised his eyes to look at the lonely moon in the sky.

On this night, the galaxy was broken, and the emperor in the dark dragon robe sat on the top of the mountain, cooking wine with his hands, and laughing and talking with the man in Taoist clothes about the wind and the moon.

This night of wine and sleep, the girl who changed her face was drunk and lying in the tent, the candle flames were reflected in her eyes, and the tears gushed out reflected the ruggedness and grandeur of the years.

On this night, the southern kingdom was shaking, and the old female princess sat alone and wept, lamenting that the king had turned his back on their home country, and that the royal family that had lasted for a hundred years would eventually die.

On this night, the snow fell in the northern frontier, and the tall and young alien general Jinyi walked at night, overlooking the prosperity of the Central Plains on the city wall, and the gilded lights turned into blood light in his eyes.

A leaf knows autumn.

The coolness of the bones permeated the night, and the white dew condensed on the leaf tips gradually turned into light frost.

The snow falls in the north, and the clothes in the south of the Yangtze River are added, and it is already the real autumn.

……

"Tsk, my sister started to snooze in the early autumn, what should I do in winter?"

The dragon tent in the Qianhe Palace was warm, and Xiao Tingchen sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch, leisurely poking the girl's face with his fingers.

Su Jiu rolled into the quilt, and even his voice was tired, "I haven't slept enough, don't make trouble." ”

The soft voice, with a little hoarseness, is what Xiao Tingchen likes.

He lifted the yellow satin quilt, "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a banquet in the palace at night, and my sister, as the first person in the harem, should be dressed up beautifully." Hurry up and ask Bai Lu and Frost to find you a beautiful palace dress. ”

Su Jiu covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and sat up on the bed.

Xiao Tingchen put on a fragrant concubine-colored embroidered branch pattern coat for her at the right time.

He lowered his eyes and straightened her clothes, since Xie Rongjing left, this girl seemed to be thinner again, and she always coughed when she got up in the morning, as if she wanted to cough out her heart, liver and lungs.

Obviously, all kinds of rare supplements were sent over like water, and they obviously made the Qianhe Palace as warm as spring, but it didn't work out.

After freshening up and changing clothes, Xiao Tingchen practiced his knife skills in the garden for a while, wiped the sweat on his forehead and came back for breakfast, but saw Su Jiu sitting in front of the window, seriously picking up a pen and writing.

He walked over and hugged her from behind, his chin resting habitually on the top of her hair, "What are you writing?" ”

I only had time to see the beautiful hairpin in my hand, and before I could read the content carefully, Su Jiu had already covered the rice paper with his eyes.

She was a little annoyed, "Even husbands and wives should respect each other's privacy, how can you peek at me writing?" ”

Xiao Tingchen knocked her head amusedly, "My sister's person and heart are mine, what else can't I see?" In the whole world, you are the only one who dares to talk to me like this. Don't write it, come over for dinner. ”

As he spoke, he took Su Jiu's hand and led her to the round table.

Breakfast has always been hearty, but Su Jiu has no appetite these days, and he can't eat two shrimp-stuffed dumplings anymore, and he was coerced and lured by Xiao Tingchen, plus he personally came to feed it, so he barely ate a small half bowl of blood bird's nest.

Xiao Tingchen touched her head and laughed at her, "I remember that my sister just arrived in Wuyi Lane when she was young, and she was the most hungry for braised pork, why now——"

Before she finished speaking, Su Jiuxiao's face was even more tired, and she suddenly hugged Xiao Tingchen's waist.

Xiao Tingchen smelled a thick smell of blood.

He lowered his eyes, and the girl's palace skirt was stained with large patches of dirty blood.

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