Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

At the beginning of February, just after the Jingzhe, the snow that had covered the capital had already begun to melt. It has already melted and mixed with the ten-mile-long river and flows to various places outside the city. As the temperature gets warmer, the plants along the river are scrambling to emerge. The winter jasmine, orchids, and narcissus are densely packed to form a gorgeous world, competing for splendor. Even the most gentle The willows also bloomed with tender green branches, and the sun was rising, and the vast sky was smudged orange-red.

Qingfeng was wearing a jacket uniformly planned by the servants, and the jade flute was pinned to his waist. He entered the gate of the Sun Mansion with a huge amount of pigeon food in his arms. After walking around the forests, Qingfeng saw the gray and white arches. Sun Qiao sitting on the balcony reading a book.

He stepped up the steps step by step, and put the pigeon food full of pigeon food on the wooden table.

"Drink water." Sun Qiao raised his hand and handed Qingfeng a cup of tea.

He quickly took a step back, looking at the seemingly sick young man in front of him with some vigilance.

Sun Qiao looked at the other party's movements and raised his eyebrows lightly. He felt an inexplicable itching in his throat, and coughed a few times after putting down the teacup.

"..." Qingfeng twitched his shallow eyebrows, hesitated to speak, and struggled a few times in his heart. He finally stepped forward and handed a cup of tea to the coughing young man. The dark green tea leaves floated lightly On the slightly scalding water, it was astonishingly the one that Sun Qiao gave him to drink just now.

It took a long time to stop coughing. Sun Qiao was really bored with this body, but right now he had no choice. He lowered his head slightly, and felt helpless after seeing the boy's actions, "You are so afraid of me? ?”

"I said before that I don't want your loyalty. As long as you do what I ordered, your life will be safe." Sun Qiao took a sip of the tea handed over by the other party, and there was a little more on his dry and pale lips. Bright aqua.

After listening to Sun Qiao's words, Qingfeng almost immediately recalled the moment when the other party held the knife point to his neck. The sense of fear of being grasped for life and death through a thin layer of flesh and blood was still in his mind. He couldn't get rid of it, and he didn't know whether it was his illusion or excessive recollection, but he always felt that the sharp blade was tainted with a strong smell of blood.

At that time, after Sun Qiao restrained Qingfeng, he forced him to swallow a black pill the size of a glass bead.

"I went to see the doctor at Baozhitang..." Qingfeng frowned and looked at the pulse on his wrist, "He said there is nothing serious."

But the severe pain once every three days has always come as scheduled, and it has never been delayed. Qingfeng thought that the pain he had revisited last night made him feel unbearable now, and the blood of that brocade handkerchief was even more unbearable. disputed facts.

Sun Qiao suddenly let out a deep sigh, "Yeah," he slowly looked at his sleeves, which were clearly wrinkle-free, and looked at the young servant who was obviously a weak crown with some amusement, "In this way, you will definitely not be able to threaten me." with me."

treacherous.

Qingfeng looked at Sun Qiao holding back his stomach full of anger, and suddenly felt that he had never understood Mr. Ruyu who quietly listened to him playing the jade flute a few months ago.

"Okay, let's talk," Sun Qiao ignored what the other party was thinking again, he brought back the topic with one sentence, slowly rubbing the rim of the green bamboo teacup with his fingertips, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of breeze Unreadable and elusive, "About what I want you to inquire about, 'bait'."

Sun Ji went down to the court, and the black court uniform was still neatly on his body. The two jade rings on his waist collided with each other and made a crisp sound as he walked. All the way, all the servants who saw him would It was from a long distance that he began to bow his waist and salute to show his dignity. Sun Ji has always shown his gentle image to the public, and it is the same today. He passed dozens of servants with a pleasant face, and then began to walk through the forests .

Although his mood is far from happy.

It has been ten years since the current emperor ascended the throne. In the eyes of outsiders, his grandson Ji is indeed a powerful and favored first-rank minister. Ten years ago, at the age of 30, he personally led 30 imperial soldiers to attack the capital in one fell swoop. He vaguely remembered the Suzaku Gate on the outermost edge. Back then, the half-hundred steps up to the Hall of Mental Cultivation were all stained with crimson blood, and the brick floor made of white jade was stained by boundless vermilion. He stood in front of the hall holding the late emperor's head, and when he looked around, there was no clean white brick.

Yama hell, that's all.

After the Holy Majesty ascended the throne, all the courtiers, ministers, and common people cast their bodies on the ground, worshiped three times and kowtowed nine times, and shouted 'Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live my emperor', and the momentum resounded through the world.

It is also because of these that Sun Ji has obtained everything he deserves - power, gold and silver, fame and fortune in the eyes of outsiders, but in the past few years, has he gained more than what he lost, or has he lost more than what he gained? Ji has a steelyard in his heart.

Since ancient times, he has always been the master of high achievements, just like the general Ye Tang who was designated as a traitor a hundred years ago, didn't he end up being divided into five horses in the end?Sun Ji walked through a slightly flawed white jade arch, he thought, and sighed heavily in his heart, so in order to avoid such a result, he handed over the soldier talisman in his hand, took off his martial robe, Put on Wen Wan.

But now it seems that the Holy Majesty is still not satisfied, suspicion is a common problem of all emperors.

Sun Ji beheaded his trusted lieutenant general and put an end to Mian Yan's descendants. He let his family linger in the iron cage like the emperor's captivity in the capital, just to survive. It's good to be accompanied by others - Sun Ji thought to himself, opened the door and walked in.

Sun Qiao was sitting in a wheelchair with his back slightly arched, leaning over the desk and practicing calligraphy.

The person behind suddenly rushed up, hugged him deeply, and hugged him tightly into his arms against his shoulders.

"!" Sun Qiao was hit so badly that he didn't even finish writing the word 'dry'. The moist ink was drenched all over the snow-white rice paper. He looked back angrily. Sun Jihou's entire expression changed.

A sense of absurdity similar to nausea and nausea suddenly appeared on the pale face.

Sun Ji didn't seem to see the disgust and annoyance in the young man's eyes. His haggard face, wrinkled and wrinkled due to the increasingly tiresome government affairs, pressed against the other's cold cheek, and his hot breath pressed against the other's arc intimately. With a graceful nape, Sun Ji pressed hard on his unknown son-in-law, as if he was embracing some life-saving straw, and refused to let go. He pressed his voice and whispered Sun Qiao's baby name, looking anxious. And unbearable, sticky and almost disgusting.

The years have wiped out all the perseverance and alertness of this old man. He lived on the breath of the emperor like a domestic dog, and his courage and ambition were slowly removed, in exchange for almost perverted hobbies and needs.

Sun Qiao sat on the wheelchair coldly, and he pushed the cold scabbard hidden deep in his sleeves deeper.

"But you are practicing calligraphy?" Sun Ji questioned Sun Qiao as if he was asking about his own belongings, and his right hand traced the young man's neat shoulder line all the way down his arm like a gangrene, "remember when you were young?" Is it time?"

"At that time, you pestered daddy every day to teach you how to read and write. You were so young, you knew how to solve daddy's problems... I still remember that your little hand was placed on daddy's lap in vain, and the comforting words They all say that the sound of milk is milky..."

Sun Ji seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past and the original body. He said, suddenly lowered his voice, and stopped talking.

"...It's all about Dad's fault."

Sun Qiao listened to the words in his ear with calm and gloomy eyes, and only slightly moved his right hand holding the Langhao pen up and down, and was covered by the man behind him in a blink of an eye.

"Is this compensation?" Sun Qiao let Sun Ji hold his hand and lead him to write, asking in a neutral manner.

After hearing this, Sun Ji glanced at the young man in his arms, put his left hand on the ice-like side face of the other side and stroked it a few times, retracted his hand, continued to write with the young man's hand in his right hand, and asked, "Have a good time with the pigeons?" ?"

In response to the sound, a few gray-white pigeons flew to the window sill. Sun Qiao glanced at it from a distance, hummed, and looked back at the words written by Sun Ji with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. .

[The soul devouring rate is [-]%, Qiaoer. ] The system announced the task progress in a good mood.

Sun Qiao called this old guy a psychopath from the bottom of his heart, and his own son wanted to do it.

[Don’t be so surprised,] The system is very open, [This country is open to the people, although there are not many marriages between men and women, but it is normal, hey, Qiao’er, it was written in the book you read before, Didn't take it seriously? ]

[Look,] The original owner of the body has been imprisoned at home since birth, and he doesn't know more about this country than Sun Qiao. He only found out after reading a lot of books and classics, [but what this old guy wants to do It's his own son... He's so curious. ]

[If my father wants to mess with me, he must kill her. ]

[Haha,] The system perfunctorily did not answer Sun Qiao's topic, [By the way, how did you get the poison to control that boy? ] It raised doubts, because the system did not provide any external force to help Sun Qiao.

Sun Qiao sneered, and the wind in his pen was full of hostility, [Brother Tong, look at the airtight trees planted in this yard, do you think they are used to shade the sun? ]

Brother Tong was dumbfounded by the question, [I, day, isn't it...]

Of course not, Sun Qiao looked up at the green trees outside the window that didn't seem to wither in the slightest even in winter, "Those hundreds of tree species are all chronic poisons. ]

And the original owner who breathed this kind of air from birth has long been entangled in poison and is dying of terminal illness.

[And I just cut some leaves, ground them into powder, and solidified them into balls, Brother Tong,] Sun Qiao said with a smile: [I just fed it to him with the mentality of trying it out, but I didn’t expect it to work. . ]

After a moment of silence, Sun Qiao concluded without shame: [Brother Tong, even the sky is on my side. ]

The author has something to say:

Thank you for my pity for the thunder after the winter~