Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

The temperature has begun to warm up in the past few days. At the beginning of spring, a grand banquet was held in the deep palace that had been dark for a long time. Standing on the top floor of the first pavilion in the capital—Taibai Pavilion, you can see the dark The surrounding courtyard of the red-brick watchtower is full of gorgeous lanterns, and the splendor of red or purple almost reflects most of the sky red. The night is deep, and the orange red against the sky adds a sense of crisis for no reason. .

Sun Qiao put away the pen and paper and put them aside. After tying the written notes to the pigeon's legs, he called to Qingfeng standing outside the door.

Qingfeng rushed forward in response to the sound, and stood over the desk with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

"Let them all out." Sun Qiao ordered in a low voice.

As the breeze gradually drifted away, Sun Qiao leaned on the wheelchair with his slender and pale right hand. He looked out of the half-closed wooden window, and could only vaguely see a few strands of dark twilight. There was a bright crescent moon.

At the moment of Haishi, Nuo Da's Sun Mansion was silent.

Someone pushed open Sun Qiao's outer door, and the black shadow was exposed in the unlit air. The moonlight was low, and even the other party's face could not be seen clearly. The black shadow seemed to be very familiar with the furnishings inside the house, and walked around Behind the furniture in the room, he raised the curtain leading to the inner room with one hand, and slipped in quietly.

In the darkness, Sun Qiao was lying upright on the bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was suddenly crushed by the heavy body that came suddenly.

What followed was the tangy smell of alcohol.

"Qiaoqiao..." With a tone so familiar that people can only feel disgusted, moist breath spewed on Sun Qiao's cold neck, and Sun Ji climbed onto the tidy bed. He scratched Sun Qiao's body with his fingers sunken.

A disgusting breath welled up from the bottom of his heart, Sun Qiao gritted his teeth, he lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and saw the old man who was lying on top of him, his gaze was cold and gloomy.

The snow-white obscene clothes were torn violently by the man's thick hands. Sun Ji must have drunk himself unconscious. He rode on Sun Qiao's body, lowered his head and made trouble around the other's waist, murmuring from time to time with a muddy With the alcohol-smelling obscene words, Sun Qiao's obscene clothes were torn apart a little, his pale skin was forced to be exposed to the cold air, densely packed goose bumps went up against the wind, and ran straight to his brain.

"Bridge, bridge...you let dad touch it..."

"...Can Daddy give you a hug?"

The big hands with thick calluses pressed directly against Sun Qiao's wide-open chest. The young man's complexion was already as pale as snow, and the night was so dark that his fingers could not be seen. The shoulder line of the young man under him began to be stroked silently, every inch and every foot, he was like a hungry wolf who figured out the age of the other person's bones and wanted to eat the other person with his own hands, the beauty in front of him almost made him abandon everything, Disregarding etiquette and human relations, act recklessly like livestock.

"Have you touched enough?"

The young man's voice was as cold as jade in the night, carrying an anger that no one could ignore.

Sun Ji paused in his anxious movements.

He raised the head that had been buried between Sun Qiao's neck, and twisted his beard, which had become sticky from the wine, into several strands. The corners of the wrinkled eyes spread out, densely like spider webs, his nose was heavy and slow, full of the strong and pungent smell of alcohol, he stretched out his hand and touched Sun Qiao's facial features tentatively, after confirming that the other party was indeed awake. After eating it, he suddenly possessed and gnawed on it!

The alcohol-smelling lips hit him, and Sun Qiao subconsciously turned his head away.

Sun Ji let out a 'huh', his teeth collided with the sharp jawline of the young man.

"I forgot...Qiaoqiao," Sun Ji slowly sat on Sun Qiao's step. He was obviously turning forty next year, and he was still wearing a heavy civil official robe, but at this moment, his legs were wide open, and he was calm and calm. Sitting on the body of his own son-in-law, "You can't leave."

The moment he finished speaking, Sun Qiao felt his obscene pants being torn apart by the other party.

"You can't go anymore, you have been unable to go since you were born." Sun Ji's old voice was still full of wine, the scent of the tribute wine was extremely pure, but now it doesn't feel like a fragrance, something like The rotten smell gradually dissipated in the air, and Sun Ji gasped for alcohol and said, "Chen Yu is, so are you!"

"You can't hate me...Huh? Qiaoqiao...Do you remember how much you loved Daddy when you were young?"

"You...you helped daddy wash his feet and rub his back, until he became weak, and you still slept on the same bed as daddy..."

"Everywhere on your body is my grandson's plan," the man seemed to be insane, the alcohol dug out all the desires and desires deep in his consciousness, and then let them evaporate freely, moving around Sun Qiao's waist His hands moved faster, and Sun Ji was also breathing heavily, all those dirty and sinful breaths hit the back of Sun Qiao's neck, and the air falling on his skin was like a dense net, trapping him Pulling and wrapping tightly without leaving a single gap, "Don't hate me, Qiaoqiao."

"What you want to hate is your mother who died early."

If it wasn't for Chen Yu——if it wasn't for Chen Yu! ! !

Sun Ji was so angry that he pinched Sun Qiao's wrist with both hands, leaving a circle of bruises.

The thick big hand was about to reach into Sun Qiao's obscene trousers, and Sun Qiao slashed, drawing a bright red blood-red gully on the man's palm.

A trickle of blood flowed out, dripping onto the bed in pools.

"——!" Sun Ji rolled to the side sucking in the air-conditioning, quickly tore off a corner of the brocade on the back, and wrapped it around his injured palm.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes became even redder with anger, like an irritated dog, "You bastard!!!" Sun Ji yelled at his son-in-law, completely out of control.

Sun Qiao was still holding the 'Guanwei' in his hand, and seeing Sun Ji's distressed appearance, the corners of his lips slowly lifted, revealing a mocking smile, "Are you sober?" The raging hatred Exploding from the bottom of Sun Qiao's eyes, he sat up and covered the opponent's mouth, and then slammed the sharp blade into the man's palm. The bloodthirsty blade pierced through the palm and reached the bed, smashing Sun Jiben's bloody palm. Nailed directly to the bed.

"Hmm——" Sun Ji roared from his throat, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes narrowed because of the extreme pain were fixed on Sun Qiao—this one second ago The legitimate son who was also wantonly violated by him.

Sun Qiao picked up the wheelchair beside the bed with his fingers, straightened the front of his clothes, then raised his head, and in the sight of Sun Jiqiu, punched him unconscious on the bed.

With some difficulty, he pulled the dagger out of the bed. Sun Qiao looked at the blade with no blood, and sighed that it was really a good knife.

Holding a dim yellow lamp, Han Jianglin raised his legs to enter the door, and after opening the curtain leading to the inner room, he saw Sun Qiao struggling to move onto the wheelchair.

Sun Qiao looked for his reputation, and could only see the blurred figure of the other party under the lamp, standing tall and relaxed.

"Ahem..." The newly relaxed nerves made Sun Qiao feel a tickle in his throat. He coughed a few times in a hoarse voice, and his untied black hair swayed in the dark night, like some kind of monster.

Han Jianglin lit the other flames on the candlesticks in the house with the lamp in his hand, and the room suddenly became brighter.

He stretched out his hand to help Sun Qiao.

The cold tip of the knife touched Han Jianglin's neck.

Almost instantly, Sun Qiao felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a little.

With a random finger movement, Han Jianglin signaled the people in the dark to be quiet.

"What's the matter?" He asked Sun Qiao, the youth who had not yet been crowned had picturesque features but was not ostentatious, he had a calmness and stability that a child of this age should not have at all.

Sun Qiao finally sat down on the wheelchair, with a smile on his lips, "Do I look weak?"

Han Jianglin realized that this young man who was older than him didn't actually need his help, and the dagger that was stuck to his neck through a layer of flesh was retracted. Sun Qiao moved the wheelchair and motioned him to look in the direction of the bed.

"What happened in the palace tonight?" Sun Qiao asked tentatively.

Han Jianglin just smiled, as if the indifference just now was just an illusion, he took steps, pushing the young man in the wheelchair away from the bloody bed, "Maybe there's something, maybe it's nothing." His words are ambiguous , it seemed that he didn't answer the other party's question at all, but after careful consideration, Sun Qiao frowned.

Without further questioning, Sun Qiao changed the subject while holding his hand, "Why do you come to my place late at night?"

"I got a piece of news and want to ask you for proof."

"What's the matter?"

Han Jiang Linyan laughed, and the slightly hoarse voice of the young man was very pleasant. He leaned close to Sun Qiao's ear, lowered his eyes and looked at the slender eyelashes of the young man who was close at hand, and then said slowly: "Someone told me that Sun Qiao My lord is so daring that he secretly rebelled."

"Little brother is now here to seek proof from brother Sun, is there really such a thing?"

Sun Qiao said righteously, "I don't know much about the court affairs, but if there is such a thing, it must be unforgivable!"

Han Jianglin tilted his head, with a smile on his handsome face, "What is the crime?"

Sun Qiao looked back, and his words were filled with a sense of murder that cannot be ignored, "The crime should be executed!"

He Fu.

He Licheng took the note from Lin Xian, with a smile of "it's true" on his face, he looked at the sky above the courtyard, and sighed softly: "The king wants the minister to die, but the minister has to die, this grandson Ji It was impossible to escape.”

Lin Xian stroked the parrot's wings caressingly, the green of the bird's body made his fingers extremely white, "Who says it's not." His tone was frivolous, with a perfunctory look like watching a show.

While the two were contemplating, a neatly dressed guard came in and delivered some news by ear.

The parrot on Lin Xian's shoulders seemed to realize something, and it raised its wings majestically and croaked a few times.

Asking the guards to step back, the two smiled at each other, straightened their brocade gowns, and went out separately.

——This world has finally changed.