Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

There was the sound of dripping water outside, the continuous sound of water dripping on the thick eaves, the sound was clear and light, and it was as if passing through time and space, it was confusing and lasted for about half a stick of incense At the same time, Sun Qiao blinked and looked in the direction of the window - a four-cornered incense burner embroidered with gold was firmly placed on the ground over there.

The fragrance rises, with a heavy warmth, gently eating the coldness and silence in the air.

"It's raining," a voice came from afar, "was it waking you up?"

The voice was obviously a man's, light and deep, slow and sharp, with a clearness and gentleness that Sun Qiao felt very familiar with. Several layers of dark tulle finally fell on a slender figure.

Han Jianglin has never felt so excited, yes, excited.

He is a born ambitious man, and he plans to win. He will, since he was born, the noble blood, even the bones, and even the marrow flowing in the bones - all teach him how to sit on that dragon chair!He watched his words and demeanor, restrained his edge, kept a low profile, endured dormancy, and walked step by step within his carefully planned framework, until he entered the Sun's residence by mistake—and met Sun Qiao.

Sun Qiao frowned and watched the other party lift layers of tulle and walk in front of him. Since the two met for the first time, Sun Qiao knew that this young man was very handsome. The feeling is not weaker than the first meeting. What is more noteworthy is that perhaps because of sitting on the dragon chair that can hold the power of life and death in the world, the young man no longer needs to restrain himself and avoid other things. Even more remarkable.

Although he didn't know the other party's intention to bring him here, Sun Qiao was not flustered, he let the other party look at him calmly, and there was no trace of fear in his handsome features.

"Alas," the young man who looked down at Sun Qiao condescendingly sighed as if admitting defeat, and couldn't help laughing again. After removing the last layer of tulle, he said softly, "I really still like you."

Hanjiang Lin heard a black dragon robe, dark and dark red, reflecting a gloomy chill, but the words in his mouth were extremely gentle, and his slender fingers rubbed the few strands of black hair loose on Sun Qiao's shoulders , with a gentle gesture, as if caressing a pet he loves very much, his reddish thin lips curled up a little, and he said again: "I want you to be the queen of all the people in this world."

"Hold the seal of the phoenix in your hand, take charge of the harem, see you as soon as you see the orphan, okay?"

These words were fondly remembered by Han Jianglin. He looked at the young man in front of him intently, as if he had turned into a deceptive demon. He didn't even have to wave a cold weapon, and he could get him with words alone. everything you want.

But the person who listened to him was Sun Qiao.

After listening, Sun Qiao bent his back and coughed twice. His coughing voice was extremely weak. The baritone voice that was supposed to be bright and warm seemed to be broken at any moment. The two emperors could only hear Sun Qiao's coughing for a while, and there was no other sound.

Raindrops were pattering outside the window, and with gusty winds, the rain tended to become heavier.

"Your Majesty loves so much, grass people can't afford it," Sun Qiao straightened his breath, slightly raised his left hand exposed on the satin surface, and casually pulled out the few strands of hair that had been played by the other party from Han Jianglin's hand. Hair, bloodless lips slightly curled up, the smile is neither painful nor itchy, neither flattered nor humiliated, "My sister has been favored by the late emperor, it is a great blessing."

"You don't want to?!" Han Jianglin shackled Sun Qiao's left hand, which was about to be retracted. He was a little surprised, but was quickly replaced by a little anger, "You don't want to enter the palace to accompany me!"

As if it was confirmed, it made an attributive sentence.

Sun Qiao was also a little unhappy when he was caught. His pure black eyes shot out a kind of chill that he had never seen before, as if he was going to pierce people's hearts, but he was suppressed in an instant. "Yes, I don't want to."

"Jiang Lin, you know, this was never what I wanted."

——Destroying the Sun family is his ultimate goal.

"You—" Han Jianglin didn't know whether it was anger or desire. He had never had such a strong obsession to get something. The first time he saw Sun Qiao, this obsession took root. As the two get along day by day, they grow crazily and quietly, and before they know it, they grow into a towering tree that cannot see the sun, and cannot penetrate even a ray of hidden sunlight.

He looked at Sun Qiao viciously, and suddenly possessed him and kissed him.

The sudden pain caused Sun Qiao to uncontrollably pull back his whole body. Han Jianglin's kiss was full of anger and possessiveness. He was young but reckless. He is particularly good at taking any owned or unowned territory for himself-he took Sun Qiao's lips and teeth for himself.

The slippery red tongue patrolled his own territory as if he knew nothing about it. After licking every tooth of the young man vigorously, the young man gasped and moved the tip of his tongue to search for the body fluid in the other party's mouth. The hot tongue was flexible and Fiery, with fiery love and pure love in his enthusiasm, he made no secret of his love, and released it in this wishful kiss.

Han Jianglin was so disorganized not only in his confession, but also in his consecutive kisses.

Sun Qiao didn't kiss back, he sat on the cold and gorgeous bed, not indifferent like a person who was kissed by force.

The young man's slender fingertips moved down involuntarily, and turned to touch the young man's light gold girdle. The elegant gold contrasted with the ivory white, and there was a lively and fragrant artistic conception.

"Ahem!" Sun Qiao bent down suddenly, and coughed up several pools of dazzling blood.

Hanjiang Linben was still full of anger because of the opponent's lack of cooperation, but he didn't even dare to move after seeing the appalling bloodstain on the satin quilt. His light-colored pupils shrank rapidly, and his fingertips trembled subconsciously, stained with blood. After opening and closing the water-colored lips a few times, he shouted out of the hall, "Zhao Kang!"

Zhao Kang, the chief eunuch who had been standing outside the hall in accordance with the imperial decree, answered with lowered eyebrows, and then opened the door and entered.

The emperor, who has been on the throne for several months, is skilled and has a lot of ups and downs. Playing power is as easy as flipping the palm of his hand. The thunderous means of both kindness and power made the ministers of the court call Mingjun and long live. Di Jun was full of praise and compliments, as if he had met a living Bodhisattva, his face was filled with a cheerful smile that only appeared on happy occasions.

Sun Qiao was still alone, sitting in front of the desk, waiting for Sun Yan'an's arrival.

The dark yellow pear wood desk was clean and tidy by the breeze, the excellent quality study room was placed on the right side of the desk, and the dark ink was placed on the side, and it was only worn a little but could already smell the slight ink. On the right side were some ancient scrolls that Sun Qiao was studying these days. Several books had their covers spread out, and Sun Qiao reached out and covered them one by one.

On the large area in the middle of the book case is a pair of ink painting. The whole painting is in the shape of a slender rectangle, about five feet long and one and a half feet wide. There is a woman, a lotus pond, and a courtyard. The moon is clear and the clouds are sparse.

Sun Yan'an noticed the painting almost as soon as he came in. The last conversation he had with his elder brother ended badly, and this time he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He concealed his thoughts and even put a smile on his face.

"This...was it painted by Immortal Feng Chaofeng?"

Sun Qiao was a little surprised, and looked up at the person standing by the desk, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Immortals are not famous, it's hard for you to know."

Sun Yan'an seemed to be very satisfied with the beginning of this topic. He has the name of the number one scholar, so he loves the paintings of these literati, so he continued to talk along with his brother's words, "Brother made fun of me, Feng Xianren is Feng Xianren. Everyone who was extremely famous in the dynasty, but later their family fortune fell, and they suffered a lot of suppression..." He smiled regretfully, "I don't know who covered who."

There are many opinions about this matter, and the one that received the most approval is that Feng Xianren was awarded Danqing's fame and wealth because of his high position.

This is to make fun of those who flatter and have ulterior motives.

Sun Qiao looked at the pensive Sun Yan'an in his spare time, and didn't say anything. He was a little curious about this Sun Yan'an who talked with him about such elegant topics without changing his face. Could it be that he raped him with Xiao acupoints when he first came to this world? Isn't this guy in front of you?

[It's him. ]

[tsk. ]

Brother Tong didn't mind Sun Qiao's perfunctory, and said: [Probably this family is thick-skinned. ]

Sun Qiao suddenly thought of Zhao Shi and Sun Ji who obviously wanted to mess with him one day, but greeted him naturally the next day, and nodded with a sense of approval.

"Brother?" Sun Yan'an lowered his head and called to him.

Sun Qiao responded, leaning his emaciated body in the wheelchair, a subtle smile appeared on his sickly and tired face, he rested the back of his head on the backrest, lying on his back with beautiful lips Thin lips curled slightly in a playful arc, "Tizhi's number one scholar really deserves his name."

Sun Yan'an felt an indescribable ecstasy when he was stunned!

He originally thought that he would never hear his name from his elder brother again in this life, but elder brother... Elder brother is always so good, just as good as when he was young, even after he did something like forcing his elder brother They didn't remember the past, but at this moment, the elder brother called his name! !

Almost involuntarily, Sun Yan'an put one hand on the desk and then lowered his head to kiss it.

Sun Qiao was so furious that he punched the man with the upper brain, the punch was so neat and frightening, and the punch hit the opponent's chest without hindrance!

"Get out," Sun Qiao squinted at the person who fell on the ground, and glanced at the painting scroll touched by the other party, the disgust and disgust in his eyes fully emerged, "Take this painting and get out."

Sun Yan'an hugged the painting and walked out of the room dumbfounded. There was no sound of the wooden door being slammed shut behind him, but he felt that heaven and hell were just a door away.

"Beauty Begonia Picture" obediently stayed in his arms, as cold as ice.