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After meeting Su Chan, Xie Changlin, who has always said that he is honest and not flirtatious, also learned to use unscrupulous methods, and he didn't know what was going on behind the scenes. He actually lived in the same courtyard as him, and the Ministry of Rites personally arranged and registered it.

When Xie Chang came, the whole Erhuang City was well known, but Su Heng immediately suppressed it, saying that it was an internal problem of the Jiantian Department. The payment for the device was delayed, which led to big problems every ten days and a half months; secondly, it was not surprising that there was a lot of chaos inside the Jiantian Agency, and it was not surprising that they occasionally jumped up and down—it was really fooled.

Not only that, Su Chan still remembered Zhuo Yuemen's great entrustment before he left, so he took the opportunity to blackmail the household department, and he might have spare money to approve it a few years ago, and reorganized the magic weapon that creaked like an old donkey. up.

"What does his surname Xie mean? He actually chased me into my palace?! There's such a big commotion, demonstration? Trouble? Haven't we lived in peace for a long time?!" Su Heng threw the bag on the ground, and his temper has become more and more recent. good at.

Seeing this, Li Ruhai, who was waiting at the side, could only pick it up in a hurry, and didn't dare to say much to comfort him. He folded the folder and put it back on the corner of the table, and waited quietly for a while, seeing that his anger was almost gone, and then went up. I made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for Su Heng before, and asked, "Your Majesty, don't you want to take a look? Maybe the devil came here this time with no malice..."

"Of course he doesn't have any malicious intentions," Su Heng sneered, "In the inner courtyard of the palace, he, Xie Changlin, can come and go whenever he wants, and my Great Chu Guowei is nothing... If all the monsters follow suit, then the contract will be the same. I have Jiantian Office near me, and Qingyuan Temple far away. Maybe it doesn't matter for a while, but what about the people in the world? You can come and go in the backyard as much as you want?"

"...the old slave never thought so long-term." Li Ruhai lowered his eyes, stood aside with his hands down, and continued, "The old slave only knows to share the worries of His Majesty, if the old slave can't share, there is still the prince, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome .”

I don't know if it was the chrysanthemum tea that played a role, or Li Ruhai's words were at the right time, but Su Heng's heartburning anger actually subsided, and he asked with a helpless sigh, "I don't know how the emperor is doing now?"

Compared to Su Heng, who retreated from the enemy and defended the country, Su Chan was as gentle as a Bodhisattva. Even if it was a bandit who came to steal money, he could speak the truth. Turn back and be right.

But when facing Xie Changlin, this skill can be regarded as a ghost.Oil and salt do not enter, water and fire do not intrude, just standing tall on the roof, eyes following Su Chan's every move.

"...Come down," Su Chan sighed, "Do you want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine? Qingyuan Temple brews it itself, it's not good, it can't compare to the ghost market."

Xie Changlin's eyes lit up, and he lightly landed beside him, nodded, "Drink... the osmanthus blossoms on your Qingyuan Temple are very fragrant."

Su Chan heard the words, and smiled softly, "When I was eight years old, my father planned a place for me. The golden osmanthus trees all over the mountains and plains were planted at that time, and it has been more than ten years now."

He still remembers that year, not because of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but a nightmare.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Xie Changlin suddenly remembered what Luo Ming had said before—in the 13th year of Chong’an, the nomadic peoples in the north of the Great Chu annexed each other, and formed an unprecedentedly powerful tribe on the grassland. ", Believe in the charming bird standing on the other side of Huangquan.

In the winter of the 17th year of Chong'an, it coincided with Su Chan's eighth birthday. The Badu tribe sent a special envoy to Beijing to prepare a big gift for the late emperor in name, but they murdered the twins at night. Su Heng was safe and sound, but Su Chan disappeared.

At that time, the domestic situation in Dachu had just improved, and it was not appropriate to go to war, so it was only said that the special envoy of Badu had committed the crime without a warrant, and Su Chan's disappearance was also dismissed as an excuse of "going out for training". ", only a very small number of important officials in the court knew the truth that day.

So a few years later when Su Chan returned to the hometown of Great Chu, if he hadn't been conceived with the same mother as Su Heng and had similar features, no one in the court would have known this unlucky prince.

But in those years, where Su Chan was, what he encountered, where did he learn this skill... even Xie Changlin couldn't find out.

Subconsciously, he felt that it was not a good memory, so he could only pat Su Chan on the shoulder lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to warm up the wine?"

Abuse of magic spells is not allowed in the imperial city, otherwise the Tianjian Department will fall into chaos again. Although Xie Changlin found it troublesome, he obediently lit the stove with flint and waited slowly for the wine to warm up.

"Devil Lord?" Su Chan's memory was only a flash, but Xie Changlin was more gloomy than him, his eyes glowed with dark blue fluorescence, making the flame tremble a little.

"I don't like you yelling like that..." Xie Changlin retracted his dazed gaze, and the trance just now disappeared, "It seems to be far away from me."

"..." Su confessed and gave him a white look.

This man can be regarded as the originator of pushing his nose and face, and he can be misleading even if he is filled with righteous indignation at the beginning, and he has the upper hand. After a while, he feels that his anger is unreasonable. to him.

"Cough...thank you senior, can I ask you something?" Su Chan picked up the wine from the stove.

After all, the wine jar made of porcelain was a bit hot to touch. The pain had just penetrated into the skin, and before the brain had time to react, Xie Changlin took it over naturally, and he didn't feel hot at all.

"You ask, no matter what I will tell you."

At first Su Chan was a little embarrassed by his intentional or unintentional sincerity, but after several months of baptism like a bombardment, he got used to it.Su Chan poured himself a glass of wine, blinked his eyes curiously and asked, "Have we ever known each other?"

"Yes." Since Xie Changlin promised him nothing to hide, he actually knew everything, "It's just that you don't remember anything."

"When," Su Chan asked again, "did I say something to you?"

He still has some understanding of his own character, although he is not too good to talk nonsense, but due to the occasional embellishment, he can always say something quite ambiguous... This is the survival instinct of a Taoist priest. Speaking of words, I'm afraid he was beaten to death and maimed long ago.

Xie Changlin suddenly raised his head and looked at him. The vast eyes of the mountains were like an ax cleaving a rift, and thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, and bright stars were reflected from the abyss. , together with the white head."

"..." Su Chan didn't believe it.

Given his level of immorality, this sentence probably sounds like, "If you are a beauty in the future, I will take you wandering around".

"You also said that a phoenix lives on the phoenix tree, and you want to pluck its tail feathers as a token with me." Xie Changlin smiled, "But so far, the phoenix still has complete tail feathers, and I'm still waiting..."

"But...it's okay..." Su Chan couldn't help being a little embarrassed, he really felt that his cultivation in this life was still shallow, and he really couldn't compare to the skinless and shameless expert Xie Changlin talked about.

Xie Changlin, whose memories were interrupted by Su Chan, also fell silent, and the two drank wine on their own.

The chrysanthemums in the corner have not been pruned deliberately, and they have formed a deep friendship with the weeds. The buds like snowballs are about to open, and a seven-star ladybug is crawling on it, moving slowly and slowly.Even autumn is coming to an end, if it can survive tenaciously, after another 50 to [-] years with an ordinary foundation, it can become a demon.

Xie Changlin didn't seem to have a heart of compassion, but at this moment, he flicked his finger and injected a touch of extremely subtle evil spirit into the ladybug's body. At least the winter of the past three years will not have to worry about it, and then it depends on its fate.

Su Chan suddenly had a thought, "Speaking of which, all monsters have original bodies, right? Luo Ming is an evil spirit beast, so what is senior? Dragon? Phoenix? Qilin? Turtle?"

"Fireflies." Xie Changlin said.

"..." It turns out that things are sad for their kind.

Although it is said that all things that can endure calamities can become demons and demons, most of them are birds, beasts and plants... Insects are an extremely rare species. Get used to being busy and in a hurry, and abide by your duties.Therefore, even if there are a large number, it is difficult for one or two to go beyond the rules to the point where they can survive the catastrophe and attain the Tao.

It was a bit of a novelty for a while.

"Want to see it?" Xie Changlin asked, "The monster power used for the transformation is very little, and it won't alarm the Jiantian Department."

Su Chan thinks he is a person who can hide his emotions, but every time Xie Changlin sees a trace, he is straightforward and doesn't hide it anymore, "I've never seen it before, so naturally I want to take a look... just Afraid to trouble seniors."

"No trouble, it's just that we're making a deal." Xie Changlin's eyes were originally extremely deep black, but when he looked at Su Chan, there was often a layer of dark blue that was deliberately erased underneath, like his fireflies, cold, But it doesn't hurt anyone.

"It's too difficult, too troublesome, and it's fine if it hurts money." Su Chan narrowed his eyes at him, "It doesn't matter if it hurts others, hurts oneself, or hurts feelings."

This sentence immediately put Xie Changlin in the scope of "conspiracy".

"... From now on, don't meet me outside." Xie Changlin directly ignored the unpleasant part, "I'm a thousand years older than you now, and you took advantage of calling seniors... If that's the case, it's better to take it completely, Changlin How about the word Lin? I don't want to call you Mr. Su, you are not suitable to be a Mr. "

Just as Su Chan wanted to refuse, he was about to say "inappropriate" and "impossible" to decline, and he called him by his first name before he became acquainted. If there were another two months, wouldn't even his family's wealth be hollowed out.

Unexpectedly, Xie Changlin called him next, "A Chan."

Su Chan was stunned for a moment, goosebumps scrambling over each other, he himself chased after his tail every day and shouted "Aheng, Aheng", he didn't feel much, but now he suddenly found that the little girl is really magnanimous, and she can bear it at a very old age. Torture--it's gut-wrenching.

"Senior, this is really..." Su Chan was interrupted by Xie Changlin in the middle of speaking.

"It's just a title. It's neither troublesome nor hurtful. It's just a little request." Xie Changlin's tone was very flat, and he looked the same as usual, but for some reason... felt a little aggrieved.

Su Chan's rationality is really useless sometimes.