"Huan'er......" Qingyuan raised his hand to cover his face, stunned. The scars left by the battle battlefield are crisscrossed on the cheeks, when he fought with the Eastern Empress Zhaohuajun on the battlefield, a feather arrow passed through the wind, scratching the right side to leave a deep scar, it was the high temperature of the season, and he didn't care about the wound suppuration and infection, and he just dug up a piece of meat alive to be considered cured, Qingyuan only laughed at the time, threw down the wine jar at hand, and held the small hand of Qing Xihuan who was distressed and sobbing to comfort his feet, and he didn't feel how painful the wound was at that time, but now he was slapped by the tip of the heart.

"Qingyuan!" The hatred in Qing Xihuan's eyes seeped out and drowned out Qingyuan's puzzled and heartbroken eyes, at this moment, Qing Xihuan wanted to draw his sword and cut off Qingyuan's head, take it back to the east country, and cook soup and wine.

Qing Xihuan got up angrily, walked away, and as soon as he opened the door, he staggered in front of the door.

The eastern kingdom is destroyed, where is the eastern kingdom still from?

Yes, Shi Jinyu has also gone, and now she is the daughter of the Qingyuan family of the general of Shengguo Town-Qing Xihuan.

Numerology is disordered, fate is also impermanent, but she is the enemy's daughter, and the sky has eyes.

"Huan'er, why don't you call me Daddy......" Qingyuan stood behind Qing Xihuan, his eyes were sad, and he frowned slightly.

Qing Xihuan turned his back to Qingyuan, listened to the heavy rain pouring outside the door, it was June, and I don't know whether it was the frost and dew in the middle of the night, or the hail hit the instep of the * to drill the heart, looking at the direction of the east country outside the high wall, the lights were bright, and I heard the drums of the people in the distant Luoyang Pass, and there were tears like pouring, and I cried heartbreakingly.

"Huan'er...... Huan'er! Daddy is here! Daddy is here!" Qing Yuan saw that the little woman was in tears, and her heart was like a knife. The bloody wind and rain are bearable, but the pear blossoms with the rain are unbearable for him.

"Don't be afraid, Huan'er is not afraid!" Qingyuan hugged Qing Xihuan and held her cold soles in his arms.

What are you afraid of? What are you not afraid of? What else am I afraid of, but not afraid?

"Qingyuan...... Let me ask you, where is Dong Chuchen?"

The lights and shadows on the table are not dark, the wind and rain are dashing outside, and Qingyuan in the house is busy covering the calloused big hands on the Qingxi Huankou, and his eyes are full of solemnity.

"Huan'er, is it a joke? ”

Qing Xihuan disagreed, and hit Qingyuan's rough big hand on his face, his face full of disdain.

"What are you talking about?"

"The little girl's family is one by one, it's not a fool's words! If you don't respect the emperor and the prince, it's not a fool's words!"

Qing Xihuan raised his chin, looked into the distance, raised his eyebrows lightly at the corners of his eyes, and pretended to repeat loudly, "What are the foolish words? Do you care that I don't respect the royal family, or do you think that women can't be emperors?"

"Is my sister okay?"

Qingyuan didn't speak yet, only to hear a deep sound falling in his ears, thunder and lightning, a green oil-paper umbrella came with rain, the son under the umbrella stood upright, the blue and black umbrella covered half of his face, only looking at the arrival of the person's throat beads rolling, his face was slightly pale, and he did not see the full eye.

"The old minister greets the king of Qi!" Qingyuan did not wait for anyone to enter the door, and bowed down.

King Qi!

Qing Xihuan's brain is like a stone strike, it is him, it is the King of Qi who has just stabbed himself to death for only a few hours!

Dong Chuchen handed the oil-paper umbrella to the retainers who were also bowing at the door, with a smile on his face, his handsome face was as handsome as the wind and the moon in the dark night and the candlelight in the house, half and half, his bright eyes were bright in the dark, and the corners of his lips made Qing Xihuan look disgusted and hateful.

It turned out that he still had the happy side after seeing the enemy's victory, and thought that he was cold all day long, but he didn't know that he had taken the umbrella at the door, removed the cloak, and the smile that came to him was as gentle as water.

What a disgust!

Looking up at the past, today's Dongchuchen is very different from usual, and it is like two people. The face is not dry in the wind and sun, it is as delicate as a daughter's home, if it is not for the sharp edges and corners of the face, it really looks like the skin of a very woman's family, if it is not for a pair of eagle eyes, it is difficult to hide the cold light, it is really like a son who can only be windy and snowy.

Qing Xihuan has never looked at Dongchuchen in detail, but it is really more than colorful, and the spirit is breathtaking.

Stripped of his armor, today's white clothes and plain clothes are like rain, the clothes at the elbows are wet, and the plum cake in his hand is not rainy.

Shi Jinyu didn't know that this was Qing Xihuan's favorite food. In the past, I always begged, but I was unintentionally listened to by Dong Chuchen, although I didn't come much, but every time I came, I had to bring a bag, and it must be from Qingxiang Street, and the palace imperial meal was not as good as making Qingxi smile.

"Huan'er, why don't you kneel!" Qingyuan stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of Qing Xihuan's tender pink, but Qing Xihuan stepped on the palm of his hand, crushed it under his feet, and stomped his feet fiercely.

"Huan'er......" Qingyuan didn't dare to make a sound when he was in pain, and he didn't dare to ask Qingxihuan too much, after all, his heart and liver had just survived the catastrophe, and he was really distressed.

"My sister has enough strength, and it seems that she has recovered from her illness. General Qing get up quickly, don't let my sister hide when she sees me, I don't bluff people, every time I come over, the two little sisters run away when they see me, and you always kneel and knock to scare my sister. ”

Dong Chuchen put the plum cake on the table, shook off the ice beads that rolled down on his chest, the ice ballast had not yet melted completely, and the cold air filled the house.

"Yes, King Qi!" Qing Yuan slowly got up and stood behind Qing Xihuan, not daring to approach the two. Only handed the warm-up tea served by the subordinate to the tea table, without words.

Dong Chuchen had already walked in front of Qing Xihuan, but when he saw Qing Xihuan's eyes seeping cold, staring directly at his eyes, without blinking, he felt a little strange. But he didn't care, he reached out and rubbed the top of Qing Xihuan's head, but Qing Xihuan knocked his hand off all of a sudden.

"Qing Xihuan!" Qingyuan was furious, and stretched out his hand to beat Qing Xihuan and teach his daughter a lesson. That's the prince, how can Qing Xihuan be willful and willful.

Qing Xihuan ignored Qing Yuan, only looked at Dong Chuchen, who was tall and tall in front of him, and Qing Xihuan was only twelve years old, frail and sick all year round, and his body was seriously malnourished. The hatred in his heart rose suddenly, he didn't know how to hate it when he saw it, he just wanted to draw out Qingyuan's sword, penetrate him, dig out his heart, play with it in his hand, feed the dog, how to relieve the hatred. It's a pity that she can't do this at this moment, she is reborn in a lifetime, what she wants to do is to return the world to one, if she kills him at this moment, she will not be able to protect herself, and now, even if she is wronged, she also demands all.

Dong Chuchen looked at this look, as if he was a world away, and as if he was close at hand.

"It's okay, this king's sister is finally not afraid of this king, it's too late for this king to be happy, general, this is not a court, not a battlefield, don't restrain my sister. ”

Dong Chuchen didn't care about Qing Xihuan's excesses, looking at Qing Xihuan's eyes like stars and moons, calm and indifferent.

"Xie Qi Wang! Huan'er, I haven't thanked King Qi yet. Qing Yuan couldn't stop giving Qing Xihuan a look, and motioned to Qing Xihuan to hurry up and return the gift.

How did Qing Xihuan listen to his Qingyuan's words, proud of Dongchuchen, and blurted out.

"Dong Chuchen! When was you still covered in blood an hour ago, killing soldiers and killing generals, how can you have tea and light wine with my little woman, chatting casually, you are a two-faced person?"

"Oh, my sister has seen me kill the enemy on the battlefield?" Dong Chuchen passed by Qing Xihuan's side gently, and he was not restrained, sitting on the corner of the table and holding up the tea cup, the green jade tea lid removed the round wolfberry, and took a small sip, and the heat of the tea cup instantly melted away the cold dew on Dong Chuchen's eyelashes.

"Qing Xihuan, you kneel down for me!" Qingyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily to his subordinates and take Qing Xihuan away.

"Why do you want to kneel? Could it be that the little woman's words are false? Or is it that the eldest husband can't hear the truth harshly?" Qing Xihuan raised his head, glared at Qingyuan angrily, and pretended to smile.

"You!"

"General, my sister spoke, which sentence is false, if it is true, how can you not say it?" Dong Chuchen placed the teacup, paused, called the mandarin duck, and ordered some to be added.

The mandarin duck staggered into the door, did not dare to look up, took the teacup with a salute, and walked out of the door with trembling hands without breaking the rules.

"Xi Huan, the maid next to you knows the rules, did you teach it personally?" Dong Chuchen looked at the mandarin duck running away, turned slightly to Qing Xihuan, and deliberately embarrassed her for the rudeness just now. As if he unintentionally raised another teacup next to his hand and stroked it down, the moment he landed, Qing Xihuan turned around and kicked down Dong Chuchen's boots, and the tea cup fell on the toes of Dong Chuchen, making a buffer, and a thin soft golden silk was thrown at the feet of Dong Chuchen, firmly cushioning the fallen green jade cup, and the cup was not broken.

"This handkerchief is so familiar. As Dong Chuchen spoke, he saw that it was the handkerchief in his arms, which was pulled out by Qing Xihuan at some point and put on the ground.

This handkerchief is so familiar. Qing Xihuan looked at the snow-like silk handkerchief on the ground, and couldn't help but feel that he had seen it somewhere.

"Qing Xihuan, you get out of here!" Qingyuan was furious, and he didn't expect that the little girl was so rude that she took out the embroidered handkerchief from King Qi's arms, and threw the handkerchief on the ground to lay out the tea cup.

"You ......" Qing Yuan was about to scold again, but Qing Xihuan suddenly pointed at Dong Chuchen and laughed wildly.

"Dong Chuchen is really a good skin with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, worthy of the meticulous things of this daughter's family, Lian ...... cough, it's better to really sigh to yourself~" Qing Xihuan was sarcastic, and his heart was also sarcastic, his own daughter's family has not been with a handkerchief for many years, and he is a big man in the early days. I still remember a few years ago, Yan Guihui sent an identical handkerchief, and he also carried it on his body every day, but in the early snow season of a year, when picking plum blossoms, he accidentally hooked off the branches and lost them. However, under the blooming plum tree, there was nothing but a row of unfamiliar footprints on the ground.

Later, he slept in the snowdrift under the plum tree with two large coats, and was carried back to the palace by Yan Gui.

Qing Xihuan's eyes were cold, and he was shocked when he saw Dong Chuchen, and he was happy! The hatred in his heart was slightly reduced by one ten-thousandth.

"Pick it up. "Dong Chuchen's complexion is no longer good-looking, cold as iron, and the house is cold for three minutes.

"King Qi is angry and guilty, the little girl is young, and she is still confused after a serious illness, you also know that this is not the case on weekdays, please King Qi is angry, and the minister and daughter have no way to commit a capital crime!" Qingyuan picked up the brocade on the ground and put it above his head, shocked. The mandarin duck stood at the door with tea, looking through the crack in the door, his body trembling violently for fear, trembling like chaff.

"This king told you to pick it up! Don't you understand!" Dong Chuchen ignored Qingyuan, leaned over and grabbed Qing Xihuan's thin shoulder in front of him, and was furious.

Qingyuan didn't dare to come out, and only hoped that Dong Chuchen would not condemn Qing Xihuan, his own life and death, and put it out of the way.

Qing Xihuan sneered, looking at Dong Chuchen who was a fist away, and couldn't imagine that there would be a day when he was so close to him, and he thought that you and I both used the blade to measure the distance.

"Qing Xihuan!"

Qing Xihuan angered Dong Chuchen, Dong Chuchen got up, glared at Qing Xihuan angrily, his eyes were as bright as a knife, the dignified son was actually played by a little woman, and if he was any person, he would have been punished by the nine clans and tortured. But this familiar and soul-stirring look made Dong Chuchen soften his heart for some reason, and he picked up the brocade handkerchief in Qingyuan's hand, put it in his sleeve, didn't leave it for a moment, and turned his head away.

If I look at it again, I am afraid that I will think of that person again. It's just that the man thought he was a dead soul under the sword. How could he live in the eyes of Qing Xihuan again.

"The king has written it down. "Dong Chuchen crossed the threshold, didn't play the umbrella, and walked away.

"Congratulations to King Qi!" Qingyuan knelt down in front of the door, not daring to look up.

The mandarin duck was still holding a warm-up tea, standing outside the door, and when he saw Dong Chuchen coming out, he hurriedly bowed his head and sent off King Qi.

You'd better make a note of it, or you'll not know why when I plunge the sword peak into your chest. Qing Xihuan looked at the east dust in the night and swore silently.

"Qing Xihuan, you're crazy!" Qing Yuan raised his slap in anger, wanting to hit Qing Xihuan.

Raised and slapped again and again, and I really couldn't do it.

"I'll go to sleep if it's nothing!" Qingxi walked past Qingyuan, lay back on the bed, and ignored Qingyuan.

"Hey!" Qingyuan raised his slap and hit himself the cheek. looked at the thin back of Qingxi Huan lying on his side, shook his head and sighed, and told the maid to take care of it, and he chased after King Qi outside the house.

The mandarin duck timidly came in with tea and stayed by Qing Xihuan's side. Don't dare to act rashly.

"Miss, have you slept?" at most, he asked, and seeing that Qing Xihuan did not answer, he blew out the lamp, pulled the tent, and quietly closed the door and left.

Qing Xi Huan saw that there was finally no one, got up and put on shoes and socks, pushed the door and saw that there was no one around, in the dead of night, he raised the oil-paper umbrella that fell from the dust at the door, and with a touch of green, it seeped into the night.

There is also the temperature of his first dust on the umbrella handle, and the journey should be far along the way, otherwise how can the umbrella handle be heated on a cold day.

There is also the plum cake, Qing Xihuan has gone, and there is still a plum cake to do.

Qing Xihuan lifted the plum cake on the table and threw it into the rain, and after a while, it was spread into a paste.