I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

Forcing the palace, Xu Si thought it was quite funny.

Qi Chaoyang arranged the arrangement for nearly a month with trepidation and trepidation, and Qi Yuan looked at him tepidly and calmly for a month like watching a clown.

It felt like Tathagata staring at the tossing monkey grandson in his palm: boy, just do it, your father and I will see what color flowers you can make.

If Qi Chao finds out in the future... well, he will probably be so angry that he vomits blood.

It was the first time in his life that he was a spy, Xu Siting was conscientious, and reported everything, no matter how big or small.While sympathizing with Qi Chao who couldn't find Qi Yuan's Wuzhi Mountain in his heart, he was enjoying the twisted pleasure similar to making a small report to the head teacher.Having lived to such an age, it was the first time for Xu Si to understand those classmates who always like to sue him when they have nothing to do.

What's even more refreshing is that the fan-shaped blood streak on Han Binghuan's head is decreasing day by day under his fierce courtship offensive.

Every morning, as soon as Xu Si opened her eyes, she couldn't wait to rush to Beizhen Fusi, then stared at the blood bar on the head of the target person, which had decreased by one percentage point compared with yesterday, and smirked.After giggling for half an hour, he continued with today's strategy plan.

The more we get along with Han Binghuan, the more Xu Si understands him naturally.For example, although the Commander's usual expression is expressionless, Xu Si has been able to find some clues from that paralyzed face to infer the master's mood.

If Han Binghuan is happy, the facial lines will be slightly softer, the eyebrows and eyes will be relaxed, and the upper lip will not be sharply stretched, but will be raised in a sexy arc; if he is unhappy, this will be too obvious, with narrowed eyes and drooping lips , the aura of the whole body is that strangers should not be close to each other; if it is extremely happy or unhappy... um... maybe it will bite...

According to these micro-expressions summed up by risking his life, Xu Si is getting smoother and smoother on the road to please the target person.

For example, he found that although Han Binghuan didn't like Han Si very much, he didn't dislike him either, at least he threw it away without a word of disagreement.In order to show his love for Wu and Wu, every time Xu Si came back, he brought some shaved birds and mice to appetize for Sisi, but Han Binghuan's expression was more unpredictable every time after feeding.

Xu Si privately thought that it was Huanhuan and arrogant, and wanted to express her gratitude but couldn't open her mouth.

Sisi was in the process of unremittingly developing towards the shape of a bulging and fat snake, but Han Binghuan encountered a bottleneck.It has been five days, and the data has stopped at 26% and has not moved again. Seeing that victory is in sight, Xu Si was so anxious that his mouth burst into blisters.

This day, it had been drizzling all morning, and Xu Si, who was a little wilted when the weather was bad, lay lazily in bed, chatting with 2333.

"You said, why did it stop?" Xu Si licked the burning foam on the inner wall of his mouth and hissed.

2333, "My heart is still open."

Four words, simple and rude.

"Han Binghuan's heart knot is related to his father. His father has hung it for so many years. The grass on the grave is estimated to be one meter high. How to solve it?" Xu Si complained, rolling around with the quilt between her legs.

After rolling, he suddenly said seriously, "Brother Ha, can I ask you one thing?"

The system seemed to be stunned for two seconds, "Mr. Xu, please tell me."

"The next world, can you give me a bird?" Xu Si gritted his teeth, counting the time, he should get up and pee.

squatting...

"This is randomly selected by the intelligent system, so I'm sorry I can't help it." 2333's general attack voice is nice, but it lacks emotion, like a rigid male secretary in a suit and leather shoes, with a shiny middle part and his hair clinging to his scalp.

Xu Si sighed, and after urinating in a position without masculinity, she dressed and ate, and was about to go to Beizhen Fusi to report.

Just after stepping out of the knee-high threshold of the East Factory, 2333 suddenly said, "A kind reminder, today is Ching Ming."

"What's wrong with Qingming?" Qingming is on holiday?Jin Yiwei is not working?No wonder it's rainy and cloudy today... It turns out that it's the Qingming Festival.

This Qingming rain seems to be like Xiao Jingteng's concert, one can catch one.

twenty one,"……"

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Xu Si frowned, "Hadi, are you kidding me? It's autumn now, where is the Qingming Festival? Are you bullying me that I haven't graduated from university yet, and I don't study much?"

2333, "The Qingming Festival in this world is on the fifth day of September every year."

Xu Si: "..." Blame me for not studying the history and customs of this world.

"The target person will go to the outskirts of the city to visit the grave every Qingming." 2333 said patiently.

"Oh." Xu Si immediately turned on his toes and got into the carriage.

Destination, the grave of the Han family.

Although the Han family is also a family of officials and officials, they are not comparable to those famous families with great fortunes. Although their families have received imperial salaries for generations, they are basically small officials. The fourth-rank official rank, but it is a pity that he died young.

And this family, I don't know what kind of curse it is, and it's a single lineage, with few people.If you want to be prosperous, you can't get prosperous, and you can't even make a grave.

According to 2333's GPS positioning system, Xu Si abandoned the carriage and turned around to a small slope. From a distance, he saw the familiar figure from the back. He straightened his back and stood with his hands down in the drizzle .

After standing and watching for a while, the man remained motionless.

"Don't you know it's raining when you go out? Don't bring an umbrella." Xu Si muttered, holding a dark gray oil-paper umbrella and walking towards him.

When he glanced at the other side from the corner of his eye, he found that there was also a person holding an umbrella and paying attention like him.It was a middle-aged man, wearing a dark green plain long gown, his brows and eyes were sparse, and every part of his facial features was full of indelible sadness. It can't be the Junxiu who was in his prime when he was young.

He stared closely at Han Binghuan's direction, his eyes were focused and enthusiastic, as if his life's painstaking efforts were buried there.

This person...Xu Si inexplicably feels like a "communist"...

It might be that Xu Si's scrutiny was too unscrupulous, the man noticed it, and turned his head to look this way, Xu Si quickly retracted his gaze, pressed down the edge of the umbrella, coughed lightly, and strode away.

"The clothes are all wet."

A shadow above his head covered the gray sky, Han Binghuan turned his head subconsciously, and saw a face that could always easily hit his heart.

"How do you know this place?" A drop of rain dripped from his tense jaw, and Han Binghuan turned suspicious eyes.The graves of his Han family were randomly selected for generations, and only three generations were worshiped. After the three generations, there is no relationship.

Therefore, if Han Binghuan didn't say it himself, no one would know.

"Following you." Xu Si lied casually.

Seeing his perfunctory, Han Binghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't expose him.With his three-legged kung fu, trying to follow the commander of Jin Yiwei without being discovered is tantamount to... a fool's dream.

Xu Si has a heartless heart and is not very good at dealing with this kind of sad atmosphere of mourning his father.He also couldn't quite understand the complex feelings Han Binghuan had for his father, because he didn't have a father himself, so he couldn't put himself in the shoes.

"My father is upright and honest, mighty and unyielding. He is the person I admire most in my life." Han Binghuan tapped the handle of the embroidered spring knife at his waist with his index finger. Xu Si knew that this was his signature action when he was tangled and irritable.

What are you struggling with?Confused that his most respected father likes to be a eunuch?

Or is it that he himself has followed in his father's footsteps, and also likes to be a eunuch?

Hmm...it's kind of crazy to think about it.

However, who can kill such a love affair in one bite?Should I like men or women? This question, Xu Si was brainwashed by a senior who came out of the closet before. According to this man, in fact, everyone has the possibility of falling in love with the same sex. What is the gender of a person you like.This sentence means that you have determined your sexuality because of a specific person, not because you have determined your sexuality first, and then you like people of the corresponding gender.

Xu Si remembered that he showed up at that time and made a mockery of it, because he himself had never liked anyone, but he clearly knew that what he liked was a man... that kind of person.

The buddies dragged him like someone owed him two to five to eighty thousand, and threw him a sentence: That's because you didn't realize that you liked him.

Xu Si snorted, not having the same knowledge as him, thinking to himself, I'm not a fool, how can I not know who I like?

After standing silently for an unknown amount of time, Xu Si's hand holding the umbrella was numb and trembling. Han Binghuan raised his head and took the handle of the umbrella from him, and the two descended silently.

When going downhill, Xu Si didn't see the dark green thin figure.

Walking all the way to the carriage, Xu Si paused, blinking at Han Binghuan.

Han Binghuan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes signaled him to fart quickly.

After hesitating for a while, Xu Si suddenly took Han Binghuan's hand and went back the same way.

Han Binghuan's hand was cold, surrounded by Xu Si's warm palm, the heat flowed from the fingertips, and slowly traveled all the way through the whole body with the blood.

He stood in the wind and rain for an hour, and even his gums were cold. At this moment, he is like a traveler who has walked in the desert for several days, eagerly and eagerly longing for the rain, and he is also, so longing with warmth.

Grasping the source of warmth with his backhand, Han Binghuan lowered his head and gave a small smile.

Before the smile could unfold, he saw a strange figure in front of his father's grave.

"Botang, your son is already this old. He is a handsome man, and he is blessed with the emperor's grace. Are you relieved to see it?" The man took out a jug of wine from his arms, drank a couple of sips himself, and sprinkled the rest on The land in front of the monument.

Carefully putting down the remaining half bottle, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the tombstone carefully, opened the oil-paper umbrella to cover the tombstone, and sat down next to the tombstone, hiding under the umbrella. "It's raining all the way back, but it's got you soaked."

He babbled to himself, as if he had accumulated too many words, and he couldn't vomit quickly.

"Who?" The man's gentle narration was interrupted by a word so cold that it seemed to come out of a millennium cold pool. He looked up in surprise, and stood up in panic when he saw the person coming. His head hit the oil-paper umbrella, and the umbrella was lifted. Turn over.

He wanted to put away the umbrella, but facing Han Binghuan's gloomy face, he was at a loss, "I, I, I... I am your father's... good friend."

"Friend?" Han Binghuan raised his final voice, full of sarcasm, even the light in his eyes was full of contempt, "Eunuch Zhang, do you think that your identity will change if you get out of the palace?"

The implication is that a eunuch who dares to call himself a father and friend is beyond his control.

Xu Si frowned, this sentence was unexpectedly piercing his ears, and when he thought about it again, his hair exploded instantly.What do you mean... just change your identity?What happened to the identity of the eunuch?Aren't eunuchs human?Isn't it just missing a handle?As for being so contemptuous?

At this moment, Xu Si has been deeply involved in the play. Although he has no choice but to, he has accepted the fact that he is an eunuch in this world intellectually, so when others look down on the eunuch, it is equivalent to looking down on him.

Eunuch Zhang froze on the spot, embarrassment flashed across his face, he didn't know where to put his hands, they were nervously crossed, his knuckles turned white.

Xu Si picked up the umbrella for him without saying a word, handed it to him with a smile, and said: "It turns out that it is Eunuch Zhang, who is also a servant in the palace, and is in Xiajiang Xing. Mr. Han's... colleague."

This sentence is slapping Han Binghuan in the face, yes, I am also a eunuch, and I am not qualified to be your friend.

Han Binghuan suddenly came to his senses, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Xu Si's side face, that face was clearly smiling, but he felt the coldness hidden under the smile.

"Oh, so it's the governor, my slave Zhang Feng, I pay my respects to the governor." He wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by Xu Si.

"Eunuch Zhang has already left the palace, so there is no need to stick to etiquette."

In his early years, Zhang Feng resigned from the palace on the grounds that he was seriously ill. He did not expect to meet Dongchang Changgong again, and he felt uneasy again.

"If Eunuch Zhang has anything to say, just open up and say, what's so shameful about your sincere feelings? You don't have to be so afraid." Xu Si encouraged with a smile, and that smile made people feel like spring breeze, "You two slowly Let’s talk, the Lord Governor will take the first step.”

After saying that, he left without looking back.