Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

In the spring of the 11th year of Qianyuan, Emperor Xiaowen passed away, inheriting the imperial edict... the virtuous prince Jiang Lin.Benevolence, filial piety, and heavenly planting, wisdom has long been accomplished.It is advisable to obey the precepts of the ancestors and obey the sentiments of the people, that is, the throne of the emperor.Exempt from repairing orders and virtues, and don't encounter damage.Funerals are still made, with the day changing to the month, on the 27th...

Sun Ji wore a robe and was the head of all officials. His face was full of sourness and fatigue, bags under his eyes were drooping, and there were two thick dark circles under his bluish eye circles, but his expression was still meticulous. , with a slightly stooped figure and drooping brows, the scorching light from the deep clouds made Sun Ji drowsy, uneven dead skin appeared on his dry lips, and the person on the hundred-step staircase There was a slight movement on the blue bricks, and he didn't even dare to look up. Sun Ji's lips parted slightly, and he knelt on the ground with the ministers.

——"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!!"

The enthronement ceremony of the new emperor did not take a lot of effort, everything was done according to the custom of the ancestors who have always been diligent and thrifty. The cool February flew away in a blink of an eye, and he was never seen again. Sun Qiao never saw Hanjiang again. one side.

The young man in brocade clothes left hastily, just like when he came, his departure didn't cause any splash.

As soon as Sun Yan'an walked through the white jade arch, he smelled a strong fragrance, the meaty fragrance was rich and delicious, as if it was right in front of his eyes, making people feel his index finger move when he smelled it. Sun Yan'an was still filled with curiosity by the tangy fragrance, after all, a few steps forward was his elder brother Sun Qiao's courtyard.

Sun Qiao is weak and has avoided eating meat for several years.

Qingfeng was walking in the direction of the house with a golden and red lacquered wooden tray, his steps were steady and vigorous. Sun Yan'an watched from a distance, and stepped forward to stop the other party, "What is this?" He was wearing a dark blue suit. The gown was covered with a short gown with black gold thread, her black hair was bound by a jade crown inlaid with pearls, her face was handsome and very gentle.

"Master Wan'an," Qingfeng stood still, bowing his head and saluting, "This is the pigeon soup that the young master asked me to stew."

The two 'young masters' appeared in Qingfeng's mouth in turn, his face was calm, and he didn't show any other expressions, as if he didn't feel any taboo at all.

Sun Yan'an didn't care much about listening to this servant's words at first, and caressed casually with his left hand the jade pendant decorated with pigeons hanging from his waist. His brows and eyes were clear, but he raised his head after listening to Qingfeng's words, "Brother doesn't like these gray and white jade pendants." thing?"

He reached out to lift the lid of the casserole pot placed on the tray. The dim yellow lid was lifted, and misty water vapor gushed out, swarming up and flying into the air.

Qingfeng also seemed a little helpless, as if he was used to it, he nodded, "It's mostly fine for the young master to live here, and his preferences will inevitably change a little faster." After raising the pigeons for more than a month, in the blink of an eye He killed without batting an eye.

Smiling, Sun Yan'an took off the jade pendant decorated with pigeons and put it in his bosom, muttering in his heart: It's his style.

"Give it to me, I'll give it to my brother," Sun Yan'an took the wooden tray that the other party could only hold with both hands, and walked up the stairs step by step. Before pushing the door and entering, he told Qingfeng behind him: "You step back for now. Come down."

Qingfeng thought about what Sun Qiao said earlier, bowed and left.

Sun Yan'an was born as a son of a rich family in the eyes of the world. He had the famous Sun Ji as his backer. Even when Emperor Xiaowen was alive, the most favored prince would not dare to offend him at will. Growing up under the teachings of many gentlemen, what he knows best is the way of a gentleman who is humble and modest. Understand etiquette, know etiquette, do not worry or fear.

Until he finally released the beast that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and forced his brother to do such shameless things with him.

That was obviously the person he had always cared about the most.

A certain belief that he had always believed in seemed to be broken by his own hands. The seeds transformed from blood and tears fell on the ground, and quickly sprang into strands of powerful and dangerous vines, densely intertwined, stirring in his heart. Set off a storm all over the sky.

One after another, again and again, never stop.

The heartbeat was beating uncontrollably again, Sun Yan'an's fingers holding the tray tightened a bit, he straightened his breathing, and stepped into the door.

Sun Qiao is sitting in a wheelchair looking at an ancient book. On the low table on the right are scattered books, paper and pens. On the corner of the dark table is a warm cup of tea. The shreds of sunlight hitting the pages of the book rolled up at the corners, together with the young man's careless demeanor, seem to be dyed with a layer of dazzling light that cannot be played with.

With a glance at the end of his eyes, Sun Qiao noticed Sun Yan'an who was slowly approaching.

The corners of the pale mouth curled up with a slight arc, which in Sun Yan'an's eyes felt dazzling and piercing.

"Brother..." Putting the tray in his hand on the low table, Sun Yan'an's words flickered a little. A drop of bright red was stained on the tip of his lotus root white ear, which was as eye-catching as a boudoir girl's rouge. Pulling the hem of his clothes, Sun Yan'an hesitated, but in the end he just called his brother.

Sun Qiao tilted his head and looked at him squintingly, with a half smile but not a smile, "You still remember that I am your elder brother."

[Such tenderness... stormy foreplay? ] The system was surprised by Sun Qiao's attitude.

Sun Qiao shrugged, [Anyway, I did it, and it was fun, it's not Lao Tzu's style to turn your face and deny people. ]

The implication is probably that bitches don't set up archways.

Sun Yan'an couldn't figure out what was going on in Sun Qiao's mind for a while, but seeing his elder brother's thinner body than a month ago, he couldn't help showing a look of distress on his face, his handsome eyebrows were slightly twisted, and Sun Yan'an stepped forward to tease him. Kneeling on the ground with one knee, he placed his healthy-skinned hands on the opponent's calf and began to knead them regularly, "Is your brother feeling better?"

Almost at a loss, he lowered his worried brows and looked for unknown topics to chat with Sun Qiao.

On the contrary, Sun Qiao seemed to be in a good mood, enjoying the free service. He didn't look at the fragrant casserole, and calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, letting the slightly astringent bitterness spread between his lips and teeth. Sun Qiao said, "I do feel better."

Instead, he hooked the corners of his lips in a strange way, as if thinking of something interesting, Sun Qiao used his right hand holding the lid of the cup to pull a few pieces of dark tea leaves stuck to the cup wall, and paused, "My lord Long live." He smiled.

Sun Yan'an's hands kneading his calves suddenly increased his strength.

He gritted his teeth and looked unhappy.

It was really as brother Lin said—it was the new emperor who hired a genius doctor to heal his elder brother's leg disease!

This cognition quickly formed in Sun Yan'an's mind. He could hardly suppress the sourness and pain in his heart, and some small anger that could not be concealed seemed to be ignited by a fuse, and "boomed" in his mind When it exploded, a secret thought rose in Sun Yan'an's heart—maybe he could influence his elder brother's perception of the new emperor.The new emperor was still young, not even weak, but he, Sun Yan'an, wanted to let his elder brother know that the young man who entered the mansion quietly that day was by no means as docile as he showed! !

Thinking of Lin Xian's words, Sun Yan'an smiled, and the pressure on Sun Qiao's calf with his hands returned to the previous strength, "The genius doctor who treated my brother was surnamed Fang?"

Sun Qiao's calf didn't feel any pain at all, even if it was cut off, he couldn't feel pain, so of course he couldn't feel Sun Yan'an's change of strength. A few pieces of tea leaves finally floated back to the surface of the water before putting the cups back on the low table, "Have you ever heard of Master Fang's name?"

Sun Yan'an nodded and said yes, "And I also heard that this genius doctor... used to be dressed like Emperor Xiaowen."

Sun Qiao raised his eyelids abruptly, and took a deep look at the handsome young man kneeling in front of him on one knee.

"When Emperor Xiaowen was alive, because of his asthma, he searched all over the mountains and rivers for doctors. Those famous ones were all invited into the palace, but the last ones survived," Sun Yan'an said with a slight smile on his lips. If you look carefully, you can see a faint dimple, "The only one who survived is Master Fang."

"Dare to ask the world, who doesn't know the name of Miracle Doctor Fang."

Sun Qiao glanced at him sideways, turned a page of the book, and said, "The late emperor has passed away."

Sun Yan'an chuckled twice, and didn't answer any more - even if he was brave enough, he wouldn't dare to casually discuss Emperor Xiaowen's death with others.

The air was silent for a few breaths, without the disturbance of pigeons of various colors, the sky full of March was a little more warm and leisurely.

"Speaking of which, I don't know if my brother ever knew—" Sun Yan'an withdrew his hands that had been beating and kneading Sun Qiao's calf. His red palms were hanging in the air. He turned around and took a few steps to stand in the bowl of pigeons. In front of Tang, while reaching out to uncover the cover, he said in a voice that was so slight that it was almost inaudible: "—Master Fang, he belongs to 'his'."

If Sun Qiao had ever seen the conversation between He Licheng and Lin Xian, he would have found that when Sun Yanan said "he", the movement of pointing his index finger to the sky was exactly the same as that of Lin Xian, except that things are different, and Lin Xian was referring to the late emperor , while Sun Yan'an refers to the new emperor, Hanjiang Lin.

Sun Yan'an's words are nothing if you don't think about them carefully, but when you think about them carefully, there is a hidden reason why people dare not continue to think about it - he is implying that Han Jianglin once controlled the life and death of Emperor Xiaowen.

Withdrawing his index finger calmly, Sun Yan'an's voice returned to normal. The uncovered casserole lid was spread aside by him. The misty white heat had dissipated, and the two complete pigeon bodies in the pot were reclining in a Tai Chi shape, as if Living thing.