In the study of the county lord's mansion, Su Yinhua, who had just woken up, seriously suspected that he was still in a dream.

How many days and nights have passed.

From thinking about it at the beginning, to all kinds of gains and losses that I thought he would not appear again, to worrying about his life and death like now...

After getting used to these days, today's Qingli County Lord woke up, but a sentence "Su Woman" sounded in his ears.

These three words almost made her feel like a world away, and pulled her whole person back to the way everything was before.

"Su Woman."

“……”

The man who was thinking about it day and night in front of him called her like this again, and then saw that she was stunned, and squeezed her hand again:

"Silver bottle?"

“……”

Not to mention, this pinch saved the county lord from pinching himself, and he was sure that he was not dreaming.

But...

But despite this, in the face of him who suddenly appeared on him, the county lord really couldn't make any sound in his mouth, and his heart was obviously full of joy, but he felt that his neck was like a fish in his throat.

"Silver..."

Stomp Tread...

So, when Qin Lang called her again, the county lord could only reluctantly act to respond, and his body didn't care about standing up at all, so he knelt on the soft couch and moved towards him, and then stretched out his arm to hug Qin Lang tightly.

“……”

“……”

At this moment, neither of them spoke.

Su Yinhua's hands, as if he was afraid that he would touch a bubble, his fingers tightly grabbed Qin Lang's back, even to the point that Qin Lang felt a little painful.

And Qin Lang, who had a wooden face, didn't seem to feel this.

Or rather, he felt it, but he didn't react.

Even his two arms were raised suddenly after the inexplicable woodenness on his face dissipated, and he hugged the county lord in a bit of panic.

"Silver bottle, I... I've finally seen you..."

He muttered, but there was more to the smile than warmth and longing.

……

There is no other reason, just because at the moment when Su Yinhua hugged him, the beautiful woman's touch, but the first thing that flashed in Qin Lang's mind was not Su Yinhua... It's her sister, the shadow of the empress Su Yupan.

……

Yes, Qin Lang knows that they are twins.

And when he saw Su Yinhua's face last night, Qin Lang didn't think of the empress or anything at all.

Qin Lang was originally a person who was very dedicated to anyone, so in terms of his feelings for the Su sisters, he could also be completely loyal to any of them.

At least that's what he thinks.

However, the feeling of Su Yinhua in his arms made him feel a little confused, which made his whole mood jam for a moment.

……

However, if it is said to be a moment, it is really just a moment.

After being dazed, Qin Lang immediately cleaned up his mood, feeling that the reason why he associated Su Yinping's long-lost hug with Su Yupan was entirely because he had too much physiological contact with Su Yupan's twin sister before that.

And Qin Lang's spirit is still pure and clean.

There is no scumbag element that likes the new and hates the old.

"Silver bottle, no, Su Woman."

When I reunited, I really missed the title of [Su Woman] even more.

Qin Lang's chin lightly rubbed on Su Yinhua's hair, and his palm rubbed gently on her delicate back:

"I haven't seen it for a while, and when I see that the woman is well, I can rest assured."

“……”

"Uh... Well, I know it's not going to be okay. ”

Su Yinhua didn't speak, and Qin Lang consciously reflected on himself:

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

“……”

"Although it doesn't seem to be a long time after careful calculation, in fact, a lot of things have happened during this time..."

“……”

“… There are some things that I have always wanted to talk to Su Nuxia, and there are some things that I don't know where to start..."

……

Qin Lang said as he reminisced.

This memory doesn't matter, but it turns out that since he went down the Tianshan Mountain, he can really be regarded as a stable life in this red dust of the rivers and lakes...

Or more radically, the days that can really be regarded as "experiencing happiness" occupy only a small part.

That is the day when I lived with Su Woman Gu Jin every day on Qingniugang.

It is true that Qin Lang's life with Mu Xuanli on the Tianshan Mountain is also very good, Qin Lang is also a filial junior brother, and he has never expressed dissatisfaction with such a life.

It's just that a certain senior sister herself often shows some "dissatisfaction"...

In those days in Jingzhou and Yangzhou, Qin Lang also created a lot of precious memories with the "Zhuo Beibei" Nan Lingyue and the empress.

But compared with the days of Qingniugang, these seem to be a little worse.

This is by no means because Qin Lang thinks that Nan Lingyue and other women are not as important as Gu Jin and Su Yinhua.

And it is precisely because they are equally important that Qin Lang especially hopes that one day, he can experience with them the kind of "ordinary little happiness" that he and the county lord have experienced.

……

For example, early in the morning, I woke up from a simple house and saw a little girl in my arms still asleep, and the sound of a silver bottle and Gu Jin practicing martial arts came from the small courtyard behind the house, and the empress in the front yard was meditating under a plane tree...

……

In short, after experiencing so many messy things, Qin Lang found that he might have wanted to live a dull life of "returning to the rivers and lakes" early.

This is not a kind of juvenile maturity.

Of course, if you want to really go towards this goal, Qin Lang is actually in a hurry.

Because although he himself is just a prodigal son, the woman around him is not.

At least not entirely.

The country can't be without a monarch for a day, Su Yupan is still her empress, and she hasn't finished dealing with it just by listening to Yuxuan's affairs at the moment.

On the side of Tianhe Sect, don't talk about Nangong Zhuo, anyway, Nan Lingyue, as a holy woman, will definitely not be able to talk about "retreat" like Qin Lang for a while.

There is also the injury of the second senior sister Mu Xuanli, Qin Lang cured Nangong Zhuo, and the next one wants to find a way to cure her too.

If you think about it in the long run, the second woman I like in my life, Su Yinhua, her dream of being a great grandmaster... Is it really just a dream?

……

In this way, Qin Lang's dream of retreat and the ordinary happiness he pursued did not seem to be so young and old.

God knows how long it will take until that day.

Maybe the day when you can really relax, you will really be old?

Alas...

Thinking about it this way, I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate to provoke these extraordinary women around me...

……

Qin Lang hugged Su Yinhua, and unconsciously pondered these things in his brain.

And when he came back to his senses, he found that something was wrong with Su Nuxia.

"Silver bottle?"

Su Yinhua's hands, which were originally wrapped around his back, had been loosened at some point, and he was a little weakly pulled around his waist.

And the time that Su Yinhua remained silent was actually far beyond Qin Lang's imagination.

Move a little, Qin Lang felt even more that one of his shoulders, that is, the shoulder where Su Yinhua buried his face, was already soaked at some point.

Qin Lang was a little surprised.

Because she didn't notice that the county lord was crying.

There was not a sound in her throat, not even a trembling in her body.

It wasn't until she slowly propped up her thin shoulders, saw the tears on her face stained with messy hair, and saw the faint blood gushing from the corners of her bitten lips that Qin Lang suddenly realized how much perseverance she had used to endure all this, and to endure the nameless sadness in her heart that Qin Lang didn't know at this time.

Qin Lang wanted to ask her what was wrong, because he had already sensed that her tears at this time were not tears of joy.

And she opened her mouth.

"Qin Lang, I miss you so much..."

"Well, I'm..."

“… Why did you come to the capital for so long..."

Her crying reminded Qin Lang of when the two first met, she held the pear knife and shrank in the corner of the bed.

It's just that it's a thousand times sadder than then.

"I..."

“… I asked someone about you for a long, long time, and finally someone said... I saw you in Yangzhou..."

"Huh?"

Then, suddenly, her crying voice seemed to be accompanied by her tears, no longer overflowing, but stubbornly condensed into the red and swollen eyes:

"Qin Lang... On you... Why does it smell like my sister..."

(End of chapter)