Su Qingcheng returned to the room and sat next to the bookcase, Qingshan took the white sable fur cloak, brushed off a layer of snow water, and hung it on the wall.

The narrow and beautiful eyes were dyed with sadness, Su Qingcheng didn't expect that such a meticulous thing he arranged would be found out by He Ling'er's girl, he wanted to take this opportunity to pretend to help Nanzhao Hezhi, so that Chu and Nanzhao could join forces to destroy Da Zhou, but instead of thinking about it, it deepened the connection between Da Zhou and Helian.

That's a bit tricky.

"Young master, ...... over there in the Chu State"

"Let my father be at ease for a while, I have been in Da Zhou for twenty-five years, so I don't need to be in a hurry."

He was exiled by his father in the Great Zhou since he was a child, the purpose was to disintegrate from within the Great Zhou, he had already bought some high-ranking and powerful people in the Great Zhou court, but the Empress Dowager Jiang ruined his good deeds, and uprooted all the old ministers he bought, causing his father to be very disappointed.

"Yes." Qingshan did not retreat, and then Nuo Nuo said, "Young master, Miss Du is sick again, originally she was just coughing a few days ago, but she had a wind last night, and now she is seriously ill again. ”

The girl Du in his mouth is Du Nianyu, the person on the tip of the young master's heart.

Su Qingcheng's face was worried, and he stood up suddenly, his handsome face was slightly angry, "Why did you tell me!" ”

Qingshan bent down and said, "Miss Du knows that the young master has been busy with big things recently, so let's not talk to you......"

Without waiting for Qingshan to finish speaking, Su Qingcheng walked out in a red brocade robe, Su Qingcheng's room and Miss Du's Yingyue Xiaozhu were not far but not close, Qingshan hurriedly picked up his cloak and chased out.

Before I walked to the small building of the moon, I saw the plum blossoms blooming in clusters, dyed with white snow and more delicate and gorgeous, and the faint fragrance came to the face, and I only felt that the courtyard was full of charming, elegant and pleasant.

I opened the cotton curtain and walked into the inner room, and I saw a pale and delicate woman leaning on the pale and delicate bed tent in the light concubine bed, with long hair scattered and soft, not like ink black, but under the sun, there was a golden yellow halo, lined with a plain little face, the eyebrows and eyes were gentle and pretty, as if Xizi was alive, which was extremely pitiful.

"I'm sick, why are I still studying?"

Su Qingcheng came from outside with the cold air all over his body, roasted it next to the stove before striding to the woman's side, took away the scroll in her hand, looked at the maid waiting beside him, and said coldly, "How do you take care of Nianyu?" ”

Du Nianyu stretched out her soft white hand, pulled the corner of Su Qing's clothes and let him sit on the edge of the bed, her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, "What doesn't hinder them is that I want to read the tea scripture and learn to cook tea, so that I can give you a taste of my tea cooking skills in the future." ”

"Your tea is already very good." Su Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes overflowed with warmth, and he held Du Nianyu's hand, "Today I saw someone buying sugar gourds on the street, and I want to buy one for you, but unfortunately you can't eat sweets now." ”

"Qingcheng," Du Nianyu leaned into Su Qingcheng's arms, smiling sweetly, "The best sugar gourd I've ever eaten is the one ten years ago." ”

Su Qingcheng's eyes moved, he clenched the hand on the shoulder of the beauty, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, and he said softly, "When I get better, I will make you a sugar gourd by myself, okay." ”

Stretched out his slender index finger and pointed at Su Qingcheng's chest with disgust, "Don't, who knows if you can eat it." ”

Looking at the appearance of the person in his arms, Su Qingcheng was already emotional, and his lips fell on the fragrant pink face of the beauty.

The two frolicked for a while, Du Nianyu's face was dyed with a tired look, his handkerchief covered his mouth, and he coughed violently, and his originally pale little face was abnormally red at this time, which made Su Qingcheng's heart ache.

If it weren't for the Empress Jiang Xie, Nian Yu would have ended up in such a dilapidated body.

Ten years ago, the day after they had left the agreement, he went to the thousand-year-old locust tree again, but the girl did not come.

Ten years later, under the same locust tree, he saw her, holding a sugar gourd in her hand and a pair of braids, just as she had at the beginning.

I didn't expect them to meet in the dark.

He is the prince of Chu State, because his father is a lowly palace person, and his father is unwilling to see him, so he has been arranged in Da Zhou since he was a child, as a secret son.

After coming to Da Zhou, because he was not the biological son of the Su family, he was often looked down upon, and even more so after the Su family's parents went.

In the gloomy life, the only color is the girl holding the sugar gourd.

Later, I learned that after that day, her parents were sold into the palace, and it was difficult to move in the palace, but fortunately the queen was carried by the queen, but Jiang Guifei, who was opposed to the queen, was eyeing her.

Once she did something wrong, Jiang Cailing soaked her in the ice pool for three days and three nights, and since then she has fallen ill, and her body is not as good as day by day, but fortunately, the queen's kindness is still there, helping her recuperate.

But he never expected that Jiang Cailing began to attack the queen, first killing the queen's little prince, and then demoting the queen to the cold palace and removing the queen's family in the name of the queen's family's crime of forming a party for personal gain and using witchcraft.

She remembered the old grace and secretly sent food to the queen but was known by the Empress Dowager Jiang, so she was angry and sold her into the kiln outside the palace, fortunately she lied that she was sick and was thrown out by the kiln, so she kept her innocence.

Hearing such a story, Su Qingcheng was both angry and sad, the high-spirited girl who saved herself ten years ago now has to rely on medicine to hang, so he promised Du Nianyu that he would definitely help her take revenge.

Back in the room, Su Qingcheng accidentally found a note in the mezzanine of the table, which was full of Juanxiu's small characters, "Falling flowers fall in the water, and flowing water flows eastward." The autumn colors are wide and the sky is wide, and the good days are together. ”

Su Qingcheng's narrow eyebrows flashed with mockery, who would have thought that the evil queen mother would actually fall in love with the prime minister who had a cold face every day.

In the past few years, he was ready to get rid of the Empress Dowager Jiang who was in the way, and he learned that the woman in his heart could only rely on medicine to hang her life now, while the woman who harmed her was sitting in a high position and enjoying infinite honor.

Just three months ago, under the coercion and temptation of Su Qingcheng, the little eunuch in Jiang Cailing's palace turned back, he intercepted this teaser note halfway, grabbed the note in his hand, and swiped the words on the paper with his slender fingers, no matter what, he had the right to think that this was an opportunity given to him by God, and the evil queen mother had the opportunity to pay for Du Nianyu's life.

Five-color rendering, dried flower branding, with a light fragrance, this is the Gu family's autocratic flower note. It may be difficult for others to get it, but it is not difficult to sneak into the Gu Mansion to get one.

Lift the wolf hair on the purple wooden shelf, dip it in black ink, and put it on the pen and paper. When the book is completed, if anyone knows Gu Jiming's handwriting, they will exclaim that this handwriting is almost the same.

"It's hard to go back after the flowers fall on the road, how do you know that the flowing water will not return to the west."

Su Qingcheng took a little thought to learn Gu Jiming's handwriting, originally thinking that it might be useful for the Chu State in the future, but he didn't expect it to be used so soon.

Pick up the flower note and dry it lightly before handing it to the little eunuch and letting it be handed to Jiang Cailing, and Jiang Cailing's flower note was crumpled into a paper ball in his hand in the mezzanine of the table, and after he went out, he was thrown into a pile of garbage at will, and after a while, the person who cleaned it up was swept into a ball and burned along with the garbage.

This fire burns not only a piece of paper, but also a person's love and a person's life.

He entered the dark room, and Yanyun took out bottles and cans to give him the human skin mask he needed for his disguise at night.

It was night, and a crescent moon hung high in the night sky, and the light as clear as water shone on the earth. Su Qingcheng sneaked into the back of the palace and changed the clothes on his body into the white shirt that Gu Jiming had always liked, and put a human skin mask on the mirror.

Although the bronze mirror has the same appearance as the cold and arrogant man, his eyebrows and eyes are slightly amorous, like a who travels through the flowers, a little enchanting.

Su Qingcheng closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already lost his eyebrows and eyes, and brought a little bit of Gu Jiming's lofty expression. took the soft sword in front of the dresser, wiped the sword against the moon, and the blade shone with a cold light, this will be the sword that ends the life after the poison.

Hiding the soft sword in his sleeve and dusting off the folds of his sleeves, Su Qingcheng raised his legs and walked towards the palace where Jiang Cailing was, where he was dressing was not far from Jiang Cailing's palace, and made a little effort to avoid the palace people and entered through the back door.

Although Su Qingcheng knew that the Empress Dowager Jiang had a beautiful appearance, he rarely looked closely, and the drunkenness of the beauty made her beautiful face even more colorful, just like the plum blossoms dyed casually in the winter cold plum picture, which were gorgeous and extraordinary but not good, but even more fascinating.

He listened to her say drunkenly, "Ah Ye, you're here!" ”

Su Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to help the swaying woman, thinking that he was here to tempt the evil queen today, and he wanted to take her life with a sword when she was slack, so he lowered his voice to make Gu Jiming's cold voice more gentle and ambiguous.

After all, when is the most relaxed? Su Qingcheng knew that that was a matter of human emotion, let alone emotion towards the person he liked.

Su Qingcheng hugged the person horizontally in his arms, looked down at the person in his arms, and suddenly seemed to see the little girl he saw many years ago, the little girl who braided and spoke for herself.

I have to say that looking at Jiang Cailing so closely at this time, Su Qingcheng was in a trance for a moment, feeling that this person's appearance and bones were extremely similar to the little girl he met many years ago.

Su Qingcheng didn't know if it was because of a ploy or because Jiang Cailing resembled a little girl's appearance, so he lowered his head and kissed the person in pieces, kissed every inch of the person's skin, and stripped off the clothes on the person one by one, until he saw the bright red belly pocket and white skin of the person playing in the water, which had a strong visual impact.

The soft sword in his hand was coldly pressed against his somewhat hot skin, which brought him back to his senses.

This is not her own little girl, but a femme fatale.

The soft sword struck, and the sword light flashed, piercing the chest of the half-undressed man on the bed.

The blood flower dyes the belly pocket more vividly, like a rose blooming in the dark night.

Su Qingcheng pulled the soft sword back, pulled the man's clothes and wiped the blood from the sword, making the blood of the person he hated.

The smell of blood diluted the previous beautiful spring color, Su Qingcheng half-lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the blood on the sword, and since he went out, he didn't raise his eyes to look at the face on the bed that was similar to the person he knew when he was a child.

Su Qingcheng did not have the pleasure of revenge in his heart, on the contrary, he was a little dazed, for some reason he always felt that he had done something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

It doesn't seem to be anywhere.

There was a light rain in the sky, and Su Qingcheng aimlessly returned to the house along the dark passage, and then returned to the room with a light rain, and smashed into the soft quilt of Jinxiang.

Somehow, I turned back to the table, picked up the flower note again, and put it in the dark compartment.

Now it's turned out.

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