Juntian University Chronicle

In the huge living room, a charcoal basin was burned early, and some incense was suffocated, which added more warmth.Murongli was standing by Zhiming's bed, feeding him medicine.

As soon as he returned to Beijing, he went to the palace to plead guilty to Emperor Qikun and confessed his life experience.Even if he didn't talk about this matter, so many people heard about it that day, and he couldn't hide it. It's better to admit it openly.

After all, it was an old thing 20 years ago, the Yaoguang Kingdom has long since disappeared, and Murongli is now the husband of the executive family, and he can't afford to make too much trouble, so Qikun simply waved his hand and gave the executive He issued a title of merchant bestowed by the emperor, and told Murongli to keep his own place in the future, so he let him go back.

Zhi Ming's injuries looked serious, but in fact they didn't hurt his muscles or bones. After being treated and bandaged by the accompanying military doctor, and after returning to Beijing, he invited a famous doctor, and there was no serious problem.

Murong is really guilty in his heart, since he returned home, he took care of Zhiming in plain clothes.

Zhi Ming finished drinking a bowl of medicine in Murongli's hand, although he was smacked by the pain of the medicine, he still teased and said: "Zhi Ming is really lucky to have a princess to serve him."

Murongli helplessly tucked the quilt up for him: "You're still joking, where is there any princess? The one in front of you is just a mediocre Murongli." After finishing speaking, he wanted to get up.

"It's still my Zhiming's wife." Zhiming held his hand and refused to let him go.

Murong Li took a sweet date from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, shook his head and said with a smile, "The wound doesn't hurt anymore? If you move carefully, it will split open again."

Zhiming put on a bitter face: "The wound is almost healed, so why doesn't Ah Li let me go out?"

"Your wound is about to see the wind, and it may be bad. Be patient for two days. When the whole body is healed, I will go out with you to relax."

"Then why don't we go to see the red leaves in Xishan." Zhi Ming looked forward to it.

Murongli looked at him, his heart was filled with emotion, he thought that Zhiming would die, and made up his mind to follow him, but he didn't expect him to get better so quickly because of his great fortune.

I thought that Zhiming had a grudge and would have a quarrel with him, but I didn't expect that the first thing Zhiming did after waking up was to hold his hand and say, "A Li, you have suffered for so many years. "

Murongli only remembered that his tears flowed down like crazy at that time, and he couldn't stop it.

The embarrassing life when I was young, the helplessness after learning of my own life experience, and the exhaustion of exhausting all my efforts in the dorm, are completely dissolved in this soft sentence.

God sent Zhiming to his side, how lucky he is!

For a moment her eyes were moist again, she walked to Zhiming's bed, and lay down gently on his body.

Zhi Ming stroked his satin-like long hair and asked, "What's the matter, Ah Li?"

Murong Li shook his head lightly, buried his face in his chest, and let his tears wet the bedding.

"What do you want to do, Ah Li?" Zhi Ming suddenly asked.

"what?"

"Do you still want revenge?"

Murong Li was stunned, and then said bitterly: "I was confused, thinking that I could contend with a country on my own, but in the end, the enemy was not wiped out, but I killed... I killed my husband. I think someone will know about it later, and it will be determined." Just scold me!"

"But Ah Li has already done it." Zhi Ming looked at him tenderly: "Although Ah Li grew up in a humble family, he worked hard and was admitted to Juntian University. Youyi; after marrying me, the management of the family property is in good order, better than in the past, it can be said to be smart and decisive, and it is already a hundred times stronger than many people in this world. If King Yaoguang and Queen have spirits in heaven, seeing their Children will be very pleased when they become adults. Isn’t the greatest wish of parents all over the world is for their children to live well?”

Murongli buried his head deeply in Zhiming's arms, afraid that he would see him crying bitterly.

Everyone in the world said that Zhiming, the only son of a powerful businessman who ran a family, was ignorant, ignorant, talentless and virtuous.But he felt that with just this pure heart, Zhiming is a hundred times stronger than those who are full of morality and self-sufficiency.

The truth of man is the treasure of the world.

Murongli was able to be loved by such a person in this life, it must be the blessing of his parents.He only hoped that this true feeling would last forever in the peacefully flowing years.

Life is very long and very short. It is so long that you can waste decades, but it is so short that you can only have time to love someone well.From now on, growing old together with the person in front of me is the best hope in this life.

It was autumn, the autumn wind was bleak, the temperature dropped sharply, but the people outside the Meridian Gate were surrounded by people.

Su, Shen, and Xiao's families totaled more than two or three hundred people, kneeling in the execution ground, waiting to be dealt with.

Some of this group of people wept bitterly, some gritted their teeth, and some were numb.

Su Han squinted his eyes to look at the sun, it was no longer as glaring as summer, he stared at the sun for a long while, wondering what he was thinking.

"Brother." Su Wan called softly from the side.

Su Han's body moved, but he didn't turn his head.

Su Wan asked softly, "Do you regret it?"

"Hehe," Su Ha sneered, "It's just that we were unlucky and lost, so why regret it?"

"It's not this." Su Wan shook his head, his face was pale, and the wrinkles around his eyes overflowed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant: "It's regret that we treated my second brother like this."

"Ah Xiang..." Thinking of Su Xiang, Su Han's cold face softened a little.

"Brother is much older than us. We have loved to cling to him since we were young, and he is not tired of him. Whenever there is something good, he will always give it to us..." Su Wanxu talked about the past, thinking of the old days As time passed, there was a brilliance in the eyes.

"You were also very naughty when you were young. I still remember that you two broke Dad's favorite new-style robe, but you didn't dare to admit it, and you begged me to find a way to get the bottom of it..." Somehow, those rich, wealthy, powerful people, this I don't remember the time at all, I can only think of those ordinary trivial matters and playful time.

"It's the elder brother who is incompetent and has implicated you..." Su Han's cloudy eyes were covered with mist.

"Second brother often said that the so-called aristocratic family will inevitably decline after a few generations. It is the law of the world that the prosperity must decline. We stopped at the most prosperous moment and did not watch the descendants slowly wear away. Okay?" Su Wan smiled, his eyes were high all his life, but he fought with those humble servants in the back house all his life, thinking about it now, it's really boring.If there is an afterlife, he is willing to be an ordinary person, with a few acres of paddy fields and two houses, and spend his life in an ordinary life.

The sound of the commander throwing the token on the ground rang in his ears, and Su Wan slowly closed his eyes.

Light rain fell from the sky, and the blood mixed with the cold rain gradually condensed into a red stream on the ground.

"Brother, although I failed to kill the enemy with my own hands, but seeing them laying waste to me, you can rest in peace under the Nine Springs." Miracle Doctor Hua silently bowed to the void.

"Grandpa, the wicked family has been cut down by His Majesty's order. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. God will not let off the evildoers. The grandson is now taken care of by the elders in Qingzhou. Grandpa, don't worry." A twelve or thirteen-year-old The boy wiped his tears.