Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

After the fifteenth day, Sun Qiao started raising pigeons.

The pigeon lofts newly built by several workers stand on the other side of the building, complementing the green emerald mountains and the pocket-sized Bitan. Sun Qiao asked Sun Ji to let him raise pigeons on the night of the Lantern Festival. As an important minister in the court, and he climbed to the position of prime minister step by step, his thoughts will definitely not be less than anyone else. The two of them enjoyed the moon with wine, and the atmosphere was just right. The side face of the son in the wheelchair, for some reason, he agreed to the other party's request.

The arched door in the Sun Mansion was a taboo, no one dared to step in except the three of them.

Mrs. Zhao is wearing a light-colored dark floral long dress with butterfly patterns and a white plain brocade and silver-trimmed cloak. She looks like a green girl who does not disturb the world. Her shiny black hair is combed very well, and her unique temples are tied together. Three phoenix hairpins dotted with emerald green tassels are inserted obliquely, and the ginkgo flower bones are dotted on it, and the red lips with a touch of rouge make the whole person really graceful and beautiful.

Pushing open the lightly covered vermilion wooden door, Mrs. Zhao stepped in with cream-soled lotus shoes.

The interior of the house is beautifully furnished, the censer is lingering with pleasant incense, and the high-quality charcoal fire lingers on for heating, making the inside and outside of the house seem like two worlds. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Sun Qiao raised his eyes and looked over.

"Although the new year has passed, it's better not to blow the cold wind outside," Zhao said casually as if in her own room. She walked to the wooden window with a posture, and took down the wooden window supporting Stick, to block the cold wind that was rushing outside, "Why didn't you see the boy next to you?"

"The master changed the one named Qingfeng to serve you? This servant is really itchy," she hadn't stopped since entering the door, and then turned to the hallway leading directly to the inner room, and glanced at the messy bed. , Mrs. Zhao paused, and looked back at Sun Qiao who was sitting where she was, with a corner of her lips smeared with light red rouge, kitschy and gaudy, like a fairy made up in a storybook, "I'll go Help you make the bedding."

Sun Qiao was pushed by the woman to the inner hall.

The charcoal fire burning silently in the air released an amazing warmth outward. This warmth made people feel tired for no reason. There were crackling and weak sparks that suddenly exploded. Sun Qiao's knees were covered with a thin layer of velvet. The right hand that was knocked on the leg was still holding a corner of the book "Pharmacology", but the left hand was firmly grabbed by the woman in front of him.

The door of the outer room was suddenly opened a crack, a few gusts of wind squeezed in, the charcoal fire burned more vigorously, and the bright red spread on the black carbon body became stronger and stronger.

Zhao could only feel her heart pounding. The heat in the room made her almost unable to suppress the urge to surge up in her heart. Her face flushed with makeup and powder, she took Sun Qiao's hand and silently guided the other's hand. On the embroidered gold girdle around his waist that was two fingers wide, the young man's emaciated five fingers were forced to press on the woman's slender waist. He was clearly awake, even though he was brought down from the mother's womb The illness has weakened his body to this point, even though he has never even tasted the taste of a woman, even though the slender waist of the flaccid willow is already at his hand, even so, Sun Qiao still has no expression on his pale handsome face.

"Qiao'er, Qiao'er..." Mrs. Zhao seemed to be unable to bear the young man's touch through the brocade, her black eyes were still glistening, she bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, panting lightly Leading the young man's hand into his already somewhat messy robe, "Ah um... you touch me, touch me... okay... um..."

The white cloak landed softly, and Mrs. Zhao raised her arms and slowly took off her inner clothes. The layers of brocade and satin faded away, and the seductive charm of a mature woman was no longer concealed. The jade body was displayed in front of her. Her eyes were watery, and the blush on her cheeks was as coquettish as the winter plums blooming outside the house. She panted low and sweetly, and Xue Xue's naked skin was already covered with attractive blush.

Mrs. Zhao shook her legs, her waist seemed to be weak, she looked at Sun Qiao with affectionate black eyes, as if coquettishly saying 'I want to sit on your lap'.

Sun Qiao didn't let her sit down, and the book on pharmacology was still on his lap.

"Auntie is so excited," Sun Qiao bent down and picked up the largest cloak among a pile of women's clothes. Sun Qiao's health is indeed not good. It was custom-made, and after one month passed, this increasingly thin body couldn't support it anymore. His slender fingertips touched the snow-colored cloak, and Sun Qiao smiled, "It's so cold, I don't even wear obscene clothes. .”

Zhao's upper body is only left with a pink apron that can barely cover the spring color of her chest. The apron is brightly colored, and a milky white dove is embroidered in the middle, "I don't want it!" Hunyuan moved closer in front of Sun Qiao, and there was some persecution and pleading in his words, "Auntie only wants you! Brother Qiao, look, this is the pigeon I embroidered with my own hands, aren't you?" Do you like this thing?"

Looking at the young man's unwavering and handsome face, Zhao's heart suddenly burned with jealousy from nowhere, she bit her lip and said in a muffled voice: "Could it be that I'm not enough for those scumbags outside?" Is your face beautiful?!"

"Can you touch me? Qiao'er... ah..."

Sun Qiao didn't nod or shake his head, he didn't reply, he raised his hand and put the scroll "Pharmacology" on the wooden table beside him.

Mrs. Zhao had already hugged his neck and sat down. Sun Ji didn't love beautiful family members. Since Mrs. Chen, he had only taken one concubine of Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Chen died of illness, and Ms. Zhao was also taken away by her grandson for the credit of giving birth to a son. Ji Fu took the position of main wife, and later handed over the management power of the Zhao family's mansion, which can be regarded as justified.

But this Mrs. Zhao is a real beauty.

"I know you hate me for continuing the position of the Chen family's main wife, but Brother Qiao, have you ever known that if you are willing to treat me with sincerity, I will never look at the position of the main wife, wealth and glory? In her eyes..." Mrs. Zhao whispered the fragrance of rouge to Sun Qiao's ears, she was like the most innocent and infatuated wife of Pan Lang in the world, and even the breath between sentences was full of rouge. With a sense of bewitchment, the white fingers painted with Kodan slid down Sun Qiao's thin shoulder line, and Zhao raised her head, trying to kiss him.

Dodging the red lips that came to kiss him without hesitation, Sun Qiao shackled the other's messy hands around his waist, "That's it." He pursed his thin lips, not hiding his disgust, and stretched Push away the jade body that Zhao tried to lean over again.

Mrs. Zhao felt ashamed when she was rejected, and reluctantly embraced the young man's calves, which were safely placed on the wheelchair's footrests, and climbed up the young man's skin with brightly painted fingers, "Why did you reject me!"

"Obviously you can! I know, you've already done this with Yan An, haven't you?"

"Da Lang..." The woman spat out the childhood nickname of the young man, and her charming phoenix eyes stared straight at Sun Qiao's handsome face blushing, "Da Lang... just follow me once, How are you?"

Her hand had already touched the black girdle that was chilling around the young man's waist.

"Brother Sun is there?" Someone knocked on the door in the outer room suddenly, and Zhao Shi in the inner hall was so frightened that his whole body got goosebumps.

Han Jianglin was dressed in a brocade robe and looked heroic. He was not yet weak, but there was a calm and unhurried aura between his brows. He didn't make another sound. He stood quietly where he was. After knocking on the door, he stood quietly beside him. The little servant on the side lowered his head, staring at his eyes and nose, not daring to breathe. After a few breaths, Han Jianglin raised his leg and went up the steps, pushing open the slightly closed wooden door with one hand.

Mrs. Zhao, who had already tidied her clothes, pushed Sun Qiao out of the inner hall. The moment she looked up and saw Hanjiang Lin, Mrs. Zhao suddenly remembered what Sun Ji had been complaining in her ear: Companion to a king is like companion to a tiger. Zhuang Ru followed the wolf.

Now the court seems to be calm on the bright side, but Sun Ji always said that the capital has never been calm, and that there will always be an undercurrent surging inside the still-quiet water, and any tentative chess pieces will be instantly swallowed up , Looking at the noble young man in front of him, Mrs. Zhao called out the danger in his heart, and after almost a breath, he quickly averted his gaze, saluted hypocritically, and then tidied up his clothes and exited the room.

This is like a wolf and a tiger, and has never been safe.

Sun Qiao slid the wheelchair with both hands and moved himself to the side of the stove. He turned the scorching red carbon body over with the tongs. window, "Why isn't the guy named Qingfeng by your side here?" Han Jianglin sat down with a smile, and glanced at the guy who came back after opening the window, "Although this carbon is a good product, it will inevitably burn if it burns for a long time." Smoke brother grandson."

Sun Qiao didn't answer when he heard the words, but just stared at the young man on the main seat for a long time.

Han Jianglin is the proud son of heaven, who has attracted the attention of thousands of people since he was born, but for some reason, he felt a little nervous about Sun Qiao's gaze, and regained his thoughts of not knowing where his mind had gone. Looking back at the past, he unconsciously restrained his momentum, "Why is Brother Sun staring at Little Brother?"

"It's just a little strange." Sun Qiao seemed to have thought of something, and a wry smile appeared on the corners of his dry lips. "I thought that everyone would ask me why I was suffering from a stubborn illness when they met me."

Frowning and looking at the helplessness of the other party, Han Jianglin only felt a dull pain in his heart. Since the first time he saw Sun Qiao from a distance, this was the second time he met him. But correspondingly, the sickness that the other party could no longer conceal became more intuitive and cruel. Han Jianglin sighed secretly, and glanced at the sick body of the young man in the wheelchair without any trace. , a black girdle ties him up to make him look more upright and handsome, but the young man's body has already been tortured to the extreme by the long-term illness. Outline those frighteningly thin bones with the naked eye.

Han Jianglin didn't know that there was distress in his eyes.

"If this is your sore spot, my younger brother won't ask." His voice became a little hoarse, mixed with the bright tone of a young man, and it sounded gentle. Han Jianglin shifted his gaze to Sun On Qiao's calf, there was a rare tenderness in his usually cold eyes, "I will let someone heal this leg."

Hearing this, the servant standing with his head bowed slightly moved his little finger.

[This baby is willing to bow down. ] The system made fun of Sun Qiao who achieved his goal in a few words.

[Hello baby Tong. ] Sun Qiao was in a good mood, and talked back to the other party.

"By the way, why did you come to me suddenly?" Sun Qiao tugged at the blanket on his lap, a little puzzled.

It was only then that Han Jianglin remembered his purpose. Some things he saw before entering the house caused a gloomy flash of gloom in his eyes, and soon disappeared. He took out a black dagger from his arms , he walked up to the young man and put it in the other's palm, "I have nothing to do, I guess you may lack this thing, so I brought it here."

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's lips, but he spoke in a careless manner, and there was an air of indifference between the gentle words, as if he was just giving the other party something that was not rare and ordinary.

Sun Qiao groped for the complicated dark patterns on the scabbard with his smooth fingertips. He pulled out the dagger with a slight force, and heard a clear and crisp sound of "噗" in a daze. The bright blade was about five inches long, which was rare The double-edged sword looks like it is made of black iron, and the two sides of the blade are sharp and extend to the tip of the knife that reflects the light, coldly as if it has become the incarnation of the word "killing weapon".

He stroked the body of the dagger carefully, inch by inch, feeling some bumps under his fingertips, and when he looked intently, it was the word "Guanwei".

"The name of this knife is 'Guanwei'." Han Jianglin lowered his head and leaned closer to Sun Qiao's ear. He smelled a slight scent of powder on the tip of his nose. He subconsciously felt displeased but did not show it. He said softly, "Guanwei, It's also my name, Brother Sun, besides Jiang Lin, if you call me this word, I will also respond."

Seeing people in awe, Sun Qiao put the blade back into the scabbard in silence.

"But after talking for so long, I haven't seen anyone serve a cup of hot tea." Han Jianglin sat back to the main seat and joked, "You really don't treat me as an outsider."

Sun Qiao coughed twice when he heard the words, and after he stopped coughing, he explained slowly: "I was negligent, but Qingfeng just left the house, please forgive me."

Han Jianglin waved his hand casually, he didn't care at first, and then asked, "Why is it so important that the servant who waited on you left the house in person?"

"Well, buy pigeon food." Sun Qiao stroked the dagger in his arms and replied with a smile.

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