chronicle of court survival

When Xia Qing heard about the Lantern Festival, she was looking for something, biting a half-eaten candied haws in her mouth, turning it over with her left hand, and said: "Then Lingguang City will be very lively then? Will you set off fireworks? It's called Lantern Banquet, could it be that the whole street is covered with lanterns at night, and the lanterns of the flower market are as bright as day, so it's actually quite beautiful when you think about it."

Lou Guanxue didn't answer him, just asked: "What are you looking for?"

Xia Qing took down the candied haws in his mouth with his left hand, and said depressedly: "Look for my lantern, I remembered it when I heard you talking about the lantern feast. I remember I stuffed it here last time, why can't I find it now?" He said He stuffed the candied haws into his mouth again, leaned down, and in a particularly inconvenient and awkward position, poked inside with his left hand: "I'll look for it again."

Lou Guanxue looked at it for a while, then said calmly, "Is your right hand broken?"

"……"Depend on.

Only then did Xia Qing realize that he was struggling so much now.It's because the right hand is now holding the bone flute - and forgot to let go! !

He silently threw the flute on the table, then bent down, and rummaged through the box with both hands.

After a while, I found the Lingwei lantern from the corner of the dark cabinet.

Xia Qing let out a long breath: "So it's here."

Lou Guanxue lowered her eyes: "Do you like this flute very much?"

Xia Qing fiddled with the flower core, sneered, and rolled his eyes: "I like a fart, but only see the wind make the rudder eat the soft and fear the hard, what do I like it for?"

"!!"

The bone flute was so angry that it rolled directly to Lou Guanxue's side.

Lou Guanxue laughed: "Then why do you hold it and you won't be willing to let go?"

Xia Qing didn't raise her head: "This is just my personal habit, it doesn't matter whether I like it or not."

Lou Guanxue paused for a while, and then lazily said in a joking tone: "Then you have so many personal habits, and you like to stare at people randomly, and you don't let go of things."

Xia Qing: "..."

Lou Guanxue propped her chin, suddenly thought of something, and smiled: "Xia Qing, you didn't used to be a thief, did you?"

Xia Qing: "..."

i fuck...

He was so angry that the top of his head was smoking.

Lou Guanxue analyzed: "Marking people is actually looking for prey. If you steal something, you won't let it go immediately." He winked at Xia Qing: "Does it make sense?"

"No! Go away!"

Xia Qing bit the candied haws crisply, took out the stick, thought for a while, Xia Qing still felt puzzled, and said coldly: "Oh, according to this inference, I think you were a fairy in your previous life. Curiosity, golden branches and jade leaves, obsession with cleanliness, and even happiness and anger can't be guessed according to ordinary people's thinking. You say it is a fairy."

The fairy didn't say if she was right or not, she turned her head away and laughed muffled.

Xia Qing took a deep breath, told himself not to reason with the lunatic, and buried himself in his lantern.

Later in the evening, Xia Qing was really busy, and planned to go out to play the flute for air. Holding the awkward and reluctant bone flute, she dropped the lighted Lingwei flower lantern on its tip, wrapped the red rope a few more times, and prepared to go out pretending to be a ghost and scaring people .

But he didn't scare others by pretending to be a ghost, but he felt that he had seen a ghost.

Xia Qing meets Wen Jiao again!

What is this indissoluble bond? ?

A remote corner of the palace.

Wen Jiao stood aside with a pale face, her slender fingers tightly tugging on the sleeves, faltering to answer the words of a eunuch in charge.

The eunuch in charge raised his eyebrows and asked, "This guard really gave you the medicine in private."

Wen Jiao looked terrified, and his lips trembled: "Yes, he gave it to me privately, and I don't know where it came from."

The eunuch in charge looked him up and down for a while, squinting his eyes for a while, and said in a calm tone after a while: "Our family can't see that the guard actually likes to go through the back door."

Wen Jiao was agitated by the insulting words, and her eyes turned red again.But he was very scared in his heart, and he did not dare to refute even when he lowered his head.

The last time he came to Fu Changsheng to ask for grasshoppers, the golden leaf happened to be gone, so he wanted to bring some valuables to honor Aunt Bai He, but he accidentally made him dig it out from under the straw mat and saw that it was from the grasshopper. The best sapphire ointment from the imperial pharmacy.

He was overjoyed, thinking that it was specially prepared by Fu Changsheng for him, so he took it as a matter of course.

Anyway, everything Brother Changsheng did in the palace was for him, and even his life could be spared for him, which is nothing at all.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the grasshopper was handed over to Aunt Bai He, he was told that it was not His Majesty's favorite thing at all, but was just thrown away by the young man next to His Majesty.

After Aunt Baihe found out the truth, she was so angry that she pinched the grasshopper into a ball, drank several pots of tea, and sat there complaining endlessly: "The Queen Mother has always asked me to pay attention to that young man. But if I can get in touch with His Majesty's favor, People, why do I still bring these things around me to climb up?!"

Wen Jiao was blushing in the room, wishing to find a crack in the ground to get in.

After he went back, he cried for a long time.

As a result, misfortunes never come singly, the little eunuch who lived with him saw that his wound healed so quickly, and took out the sapphire ointment from his cabinet while he was out, and the villain Dezhi yelled and sued the eunuch in charge for stealing.

After all, this sapphire ointment is priceless, exclusive to the Tian family, ordinary nobles in Lingguang are not qualified to use it, where does he come from as a little eunuch.

Wen Jiao couldn't argue with everything, anxious and wronged.

Before the eunuch in charge was about to pull him down to beat him with a cold face, he was terrified and confessed to Fu Changsheng.

And brought everyone over.

"He, he's inside, you can ask him, I really don't know anything."

Wen Jiao was crying so hard.

The eunuch in charge gave him a light look, waved his whisk, and led him in.

Xia Qing watched from not far away, thinking for a while, Wen Jiao really loves to cry.

I saw him four times, and each time my eyes were red with tears.

He hasn't differentiated into a pure shark yet, otherwise, according to his crying method, he can really cry himself blind...

Xia Qing's feeling of strangeness towards Fu Changsheng was very light, and even less happy or angry towards Wen Jiao.Just holding the bone flute and holding the lamp, he looked at the end of the road for a while, he lifted the lamp up, and his eyes fell on the red mole on Wen Jiao's eyebrow again.

Blood red, evil and seductive, like a thin open wound.

Xia Qing frowned almost invisible.

His baggy gray robes fluttered in the wind, like a ghost wandering in the deep palace.

"Get him out of here!"

The eunuch's sharp voice sounded.

After a while, several young eunuchs dragged Fu Changsheng out of a dilapidated house.

Fu Changsheng couldn't show his martial arts, so he didn't resist and let them out.Seeing a group of eunuchs rushing in to arrest him, he immediately had a lot of thoughts in his mind, assuming various possibilities, and analyzing everything he had done recently.

Which sentence, which action was wrong, or who contacted someone exposed himself.

But he didn't find the answer, he was as careful as a hair, and he was walking on thin ice in the palace of Chu State, careful in everything, so he couldn't be so stupid as to let anyone find out his tricks.Even in this room, he secretly set up traps, if he was not there, only Wen Jiao could come in.

Who would that be?

He asked calmly, "Eunuch, can you tell me the reason for arresting me?"

Eunuchs always have a kind of distorted viciousness towards normal men. Hearing this, he immediately sneered bitterly: "You still dare to ask our family the reason? I don't know that stealing is a serious crime in the palace? You are a reckless person who still stole the sapphire ointment. You can't escape death! "

"Sapphire paste?" Fu Changsheng was slightly taken aback, his fingers curled up involuntarily.

When he went out, he saw Wen Jiao crying under the moonlight with red eyes.

Fu Changsheng was stunned, like cold water poured down his head, his face turned pale.He lowered his head slowly, mocking himself silently in his heart, wondering why it was so complicated...

"Wen Jiao, is that him?"

The eunuch in charge ordered someone to kneel down on Fu Changsheng.

Wen Jiao took a step back in fright, her body trembling like falling leaves, her voice was timid: "Yes, it is him, father-in-law, it is he who gave me the sapphire ointment, it is none of my business."

The eunuch in charge said solemnly: "Fu Changsheng, do you agree with what Wen Jiao said?"

The night wind blows over the fallen leaves on the ground, and the sparse starlight elongates everyone's shadows.

Fu Changsheng pushed back the hair that was hanging down in front of his eyes, knelt on the ground and looked up at his highness.

Wen Jiaohong looked at him with red eyes, and even looked at him anxiously, as if urging him to confess his crime quickly.

Fu Changsheng felt the taste of blood in his throat.The soul keeps sinking and sinking, sinking into the deep sea, sinking into the prison that can never escape, and there will be no sun, but it is all his own fault.

His hands turned white, he smiled shortly, and finally said hoarsely: "Yes, I admit it."

Wen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, sucking in her red nose, she cried so badly just now, and now she recovered and hiccupped.

The steward overheard him pleading guilty, and said coldly, "Take him away! Hand it over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs!"

The other two eunuchs who were guarding him were young and had just been purified, so they hated men like Fu Changsheng even more.One of them was the one who exposed Wen Jiao, and his face was distorted.

His sharp chin seemed to be capable of stabbing people, walking on the palace road, he would sneer viciously: "I stole such a good thing and gave it to Wen Jiao. Guard Fu really has a deep affection for Wen Jiao."

Fu Changsheng had no expression on his face. When he was silent, the coldness he had cultivated in the battlefield for a long time always made people panic.

The little eunuch's face was even more distorted - he was just a prisoner, so why should Fu Changsheng!

He had long been displeased with Wen Jiao, and thought he could be killed this time, but someone rushed to make a scapegoat!Damn bad luck!

The evil spirit in the little eunuch's heart hovered like a poisonous snake. After a long time, he laughed and said softly: "I've always had a question that I'm particularly curious about. Fu Shiwei, just Wen Jiao, who just did something casually, immediately cried out of breath. Can you really enjoy yourself on the bed with your body? I'm afraid he would be so wronged if you didn't move a few times. "

The people next to him also laughed out loud.Eyes full of sarcasm and ambiguity, looked him up and down, like the letter of a snake.

Fu Changsheng turned a deaf ear.

The little eunuch was even more upset, he insisted on trampling Fu Changsheng's manly dignity in the mud to eliminate the distortion caused by his mutilated body.

"Oh, that's not right. Fu Shiwei dotes on him so much, so he must not be willing to be wronged by Wen Jiao." He changed his tone, and his voice was softer and more vicious: "Maybe, Fu Shiwei is below. Wen Jiao told me, You are willing to die for him, such a good dog, sticking its ass to the Lord—ah!"

A stone flew over from a distance and hit him directly, almost knocking out one of his teeth.

"Ahhhhhh—" the little eunuch covered his mouth and squatted down on the ground in pain.

The eunuch in charge immediately reacted, and asked sullenly, "Who?!"

Holding a bone flute in his hand, the gray-robed boy came out from the end of the path.The ice-blue lantern illuminated his expression, like the edge of a sword was frosty.

Xia Qing originally wanted to turn around and leave, but what a fool!

The protagonist Shou and his affectionate and loyal dog will not let him down! ! !

What kind of show is this infatuated and unrepentant, letting go of your dignity to take the blame for you.

He was really dumbfounded.

absolutely.

It's ridiculous and speechless.

Xia Qing was so irritable that she scratched her hair and wanted to leave but couldn't.

He let out a sigh of relief, and when the irritability in his heart dissipated, he looked at the old eunuch again and asked, "What are you doing?"

When Xia Qing looks at other people's affairs as an outsider, he rarely intervenes, especially when it comes to love affairs.

Just like what the old man said in the dream.

The sea of ​​bitterness is surging, and karma is self-inflicted.

In the world, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment are nothing more than this.

Shackles and desires are cocoons made by oneself.

Just like now, all the entanglement with Wen Jiao is the karma that Fu Changsheng brought on himself, and the fruit that he is willing to swallow.

——But why let him meet! !

Xia Qing became irritable again.Pulling the red thread on the bone flute.

He couldn't stand Fu Changsheng's humble attitude.

Not distressed, more a sense of disobedience.

He doesn't know where the violation is!

After being unable to find an answer about herself, Xia Qing chose to ignore the past as before.

"What sapphire ointment?"

Xia Qing spoke calmly.

The eunuch in charge had never seen him before, so he could guess who he was.

This is probably the boy raised by His Majesty in the bedroom.

After he was stunned for a moment, his eyes were overjoyed, and he immediately changed his expression, and put on a flattering smile, saying flatteringly: "Young master, this thief stole the sapphire ointment specially supplied to the royal family from the imperial pharmacy, and the servant is taking him to The Ministry of Internal Affairs is punished."

Xia Qing continued to be calm, with a good temper: "Fu Changsheng, did you lose the token I gave you? Just let others slander you?"

Wen Jiao, who had kept his head down and pretended to be dead, suddenly froze after Xia Qing said this, and suddenly raised his head, looking at Fu Changsheng with his eyes, and suddenly there was a trace of panic in his heart, and he shouted in a daze: "Brother Changsheng..."

Xia Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and said to herself: Forget it, that's it, the last time.

Next time, don't wander around the palace, just go around Wen Jiao and Fu Changsheng.

I really beg.

Apart from Zhang Shan, it was the first time he was so afraid of two people.

Zhang Shan was purely full of dirty thoughts, whoever laughed at him would send that person to his bed, scaring Xia Qing out of his mind.

And these two people... Fu Changsheng is poisonous and cannot be offended.

Fu Changsheng smiled wryly in his heart.He was not at all moved by other people's ridicule and humiliation, but he was strangely embarrassed when he was bumped into such an embarrassing situation by this young man.

He clenched his fists tightly, not even daring to look at the boy's calm hazel eyes... he felt that he shouldn't look like this with him.

He pursed his lips with a hoarse voice: "I didn't lose it." He took out the token from his sleeve, spread it in the middle of his scarred hands, and explained: "I said it belonged to His Majesty, and they wouldn't believe it." .”

Xia Qing: "Oh."

He said seriously to the eunuch in charge: "I actually gave him the token, and he gave the sapphire ointment to the imperial pharmacy doctor. It's not stolen, can you let him go?"

The eunuch in charge was full of ingratiations to curry favor with him, with a wrinkled face and a smile: "Of course, of course, if you testify for him, young master, we dare not make mistakes."

Xia Qing said softly, "Thank you."

"Oh, my lord, this is an old slave."

The eunuch in charge showed his face at Xia Qing's place and sold it off, refreshed, he waved his fly whisk, and scolded: "Let go of Guard Fu!"

"Yes Yes."

Several people hurriedly untied Fu Changsheng.

The little eunuch who was hit by the stone covered his mouth, trembling with fright, and couldn't even care about crying - who would have thought that Fu Changsheng, a low-level guard, could have a relationship with the people around His Majesty!

He shivered, afraid that Xia Qing would deal with him.

But fortunately, the young man next to His Majesty didn't want to stay here any longer, with a ghostly expression on his face, he helped Fu Changsheng prove his innocence, turned around and left.

But before taking two steps, Xia Qing thought of something again, stepped back in front of Fu Changsheng, thought for a while and said directly: "Last time, there was something I wanted to say. I thought it was unnecessary at the time, but now it seems necessary."

"Fu Changsheng, if you want to live, leave Wen Jiao."

When he said this, he didn't even look at Wen Jiao who was tottering next to him, and his tone was calm.

Wen Jiao will kill Fu Changsheng sooner or later, this is Xia Qing's determination.

And Fu Changsheng is fully capable of leaving without anyone's help, the key depends on whether he thinks it through or not.

Fu Changsheng stared into the boy's eyes, and his words whispered quietly in his ears.

For some reason, the first emotion he felt was amused.

There is a feeling that my younger brother, who has not yet fully grown his hair, will suddenly worry about his affairs one day.

But this feeling was immediately blown away by the cold wind.

A tinge of confusion appeared in Fu Changsheng's eyes because of the dense pain in his body. Thinking of what he had done... He and Xia Qing, who is sober?

Protecting Wen Jiao has almost become a thing written into his soul after the country's subjugation.

out of grace.

Out of loyalty.

Perhaps it is also due to many unexplainable emotions.

He knew that Wen Jiao was looking at him with a shocked and terrified gaze.Perhaps he was even calling him "Elder Brother Changsheng" softly, with an unprecedented fear in his tone.

But facing Xia Qing's clean eyes, and the shackles in his heart unraveling, Fu Changsheng smiled little by little: "Okay."

Xia Qing glanced at him, turned around and left without saying a word.

The eunuch in charge took the people away.

Soon there were only Wen Jiao and Fu Changsheng in this remote place.

Wen Jiao couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed over at once, the eyes on her delicate face were red and the tip of her nose was also red, she couldn't believe it: "No, Brother Changsheng, what did you just say, Brother Changsheng, what did you just say."

Fu Changsheng still couldn't face his tears now, but the heart-piercing pain would no longer be there. He lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Your Highness, you took my things, why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Jiao's mind was full of his word "good", tears poured out of his eyes like broken threads, he rushed up to hug him regardless of etiquette, and almost gasped from crying: "I'm sorry, Brother Changsheng, Jiaojiao knew it was wrong, Brother Changsheng, I'm sorry, please don't leave me, please. I'm really scared, I only have you in this palace of Chu Kingdom. If you're not here, I can't live."

Fu Changsheng thought calmly, My Highness, how could you not survive.

You are so afraid of pain and suffering.

But he didn't say this, he just comforted him almost instinctively, and coaxed him softly: "Your Highness, no. No one who leaves will not be able to survive."

Wen Jiao completely broke down: "Is it that boy? Is it because of him that you don't want mine? You fell in love with him?"

Fu Changsheng closed his eyes. The words were extremely harsh, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart. He pushed Wen Jiao away and stood up. He said very seriously but indifferently: "Your Highness, I don't like men."

Wen Jiao couldn't listen to his words at all, and was pushed to the ground by him, covering his face and crying bitterly: "Why? Why should he?"

As early as he heard that His Majesty brought back a young man from Fengyue Tower and spoiled him to heaven, jealousy was already burning in his heart, and he even felt a sense of resentment that his own things were taken over by others.After hearing Bai He's words, she became even more jealous and burned her reason to death.

Wen Jiao cried hoarsely: "Why? Why did he? Why did he take you away from me after being favored by His Majesty."

Fu Changsheng watched him go crazy coldly, but said softly, "It's because he's good, better than His Highness."

"He's a nice person?" Wen Jiao repeated softly, raised his head, his eyes were as red as a rabbit's: "Is it because he gave you a token to let you get the medicine, and because he came out to help you talk today?"

Wen Jiao said softly: "Brother Changsheng, His Majesty gave him all these rights. Without His Majesty, he is nothing. He is just relying on His Majesty's favor to give you some small favors. Brother Changsheng... just like that, you Are you willing to give up on me for him?"

Wen Jiao felt that he was overwhelmed by the grievances all over the sky, and cried into tears: "Do you also think that I am bad, I will only cry when I encounter everything, and I can't bear hardships and grievances. But brother Changsheng, you can't blame me for that. ..."

He knelt on the ground with trembling lips: "My father, queen, and queen never taught me how to please others and how to suffer. They raised me with all kinds of pets and pets, and raised me like this. I can What should I do, I can't change it. You can't force me to do this after you have never taught me this. You can't spoil me like this and then don't want me. "

"And you compare me with him—" Wen Jiao's tears suddenly became more violent, and he roared out: "—he has never experienced everything I have experienced! Why should he compare with me!"

"I was not like this before... I have helped many people before. When I was the ninth prince of the Liang Kingdom, many people praised me for being kind and tolerant." He kept wiping his tears with his sleeve, bringing Crying: "If I were him now, I would be favored by His Majesty, and I would no longer have to look at the faces of those stewards. I will save you too, and I will invite the best imperial physician to heal your wounds."

"Why does he look at me like that! He hasn't experienced everything I've experienced! Why should he."

The more he talked, the more wronged he became, and the more angry he became, Wen Jiao wept blood.

In fact, Xia Qing's eyes didn't fall on him at all, and when he swept across the crowd, he only paused for a moment.

But just this moment is enough to drive Wen Jiao crazy.

Clean and spotless.

No contempt, no disgust.

The boy looked at them as if he had seen a ghost, and hurriedly left.But the more it is like this, the more Wen Jiao's heart burns.

Wen Jiao breathed tremblingly: "Why does he look at me like this? If one day His Majesty no longer favors him, if one day he lives my life——working in the palace with his head hanging in a precarious situation like me, being called out every day Come and drink, ridicule and insult, and have to look at other people's faces every day to make calculations to get enough to eat, can he still do this, can he still maintain his kindness like this?"

Wen Jiao pointed at himself with trembling fingers, tears streaming down his face: "If he is like me, his life is hanging by a thread every day! He is forced to deal with countless villains every day! How can he be better than me!"

He raised his head and looked at Fu Changsheng with red eyes.

He felt that he was the most unlucky person in the world. He just wanted to live a good life. What did he do wrong?

If he has everything this teenager has, he's definitely better than this teenager.

Kinder and more open-minded.

When there is no need to worry about food and clothing, it is so difficult to give some small favors!

Wen Jiao felt that Fu Changsheng just lost his mind for a while.

But after he said these words, when he met Fu Changsheng's gaze, he was stunned, as if he was in the cold winter of October.

Fu Changsheng didn't speak all the time, standing under the moonlight, his eyes were very quiet, but it seemed that he wanted to penetrate his skin and flesh, and take a look at his soul one by one.

After a long time, Fu Changsheng laughed softly.

"Your Highness, you don't understand what I'm talking about at all."

Fu Changsheng said word by word, very lightly and indifferently: "Your Highness, even if you switch identities now and let him experience everything you have experienced, you don't have to experience anything. He will do better than you."

The inexplicable trust came, but it was extremely firm.

Fu Changsheng took another look at Wen Jiao, looking at his clean and pure eyes washed by tears.

The sarcasm in my heart is indeed pure, and selfishness to the extreme will also give rise to this kind of purity.

His Ninth Prince was never stupid.

Doing things may be stupid, but the head is never stupid, the thinking is so clear, and every sentence is well-founded.

Wen Jiao's expression was pale and fragile, and he looked flustered, so he could only shout hoarsely: "Brother Changsheng..."

Fu Changsheng turned around and left: "Your Highness, don't come looking for me in the future!"

"Brother Changsheng!" Wen Jiao got up suddenly and rushed over, but was refused the door.

He froze for a long time, almost crying to death.

No, no, no...

At this moment, Wen Jiao finally realized what despair is. He leaned against the door and called Brother Changsheng in aggrieved and helpless voices, but there was no answer.

Wen Jiao kept crying, but when she was wiping her tears, she suddenly froze when she touched her eyelashes with her fingers.

He suddenly recalled that when he tried to seduce His Majesty and was almost killed in the imperial study, it was an instinctive reaction.

phantom pupil.

Yes... phantom pupils.

After a long time, Wen Jiao whispered, "Okay, Brother Changsheng, I won't come to you in the future. Can you come out and see me?"

Bone flute was familiar with human story books, and enjoyed watching the play very happily. He was also a little dissatisfied with why Xia Qing left so quickly.

Xia Qing felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. He went back to his bedroom and poured himself several sips of tea before calming down.

No, he can't hold back on this!

Xia Qing said: "Fu Changsheng is really out of his mind."

Lou Guanxue smiled: "You went to see him again."

Xia Qing took another sip of water: "Not only that, I also saw Wen Jiao again."

Lou Guanxue glanced at him and said indifferently, "I don't want to hear it."

Xia Qing: "..."

Oh, let him hold back.

Lou Guanxue raised her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and suddenly said: "You mention Fu Changsheng in front of me every day, do you want me to meet him?"

Xia Qing: "???" How can I mention it every day?

Xia Qing: "Forget it."

You used to be the Shura field of three people, the sickly emperor, the loyal dog general, and the squeamish.It's really awesome, anyway, he just made a detour when he saw it.

Lou Guanxue laughed: "Then you really want me to see Wen Jiao?"

Xia Qing: "...No."

"Yeah." Lou Guanxue lowered her head, resumed her own work, and wrote twisted and strange words on the rice paper with a pen, more like a drawing.

He said, "Then don't go out at night."

Xia Qing has no objection to this: "Don't worry, I won't go out, even if you force me to go out, I won't go out."

He sat down beside Lou Guanxue, pulled the Lingwei lantern off the bone flute, and put it in an obvious place this time so that he could find it easily.

Afterwards, Xia Qing played Jiulianhuan for a while, and after his eyelids twitched, he said, "Forget it, I'll go to bed first, remember to turn off the lights for me."

He still didn't want to go to bed with Lou Guanxue, and he was already used to lying on his stomach.

After he sleeps.

Lou Guanxue stretched out her finger, fiddled with the wick of the lantern expressionlessly, her eyes dimmed under her long eyelashes.

Before the lantern banquet, Xia Qing met with the regent again.There is a high probability that Yan Mu will not be saved, the regent is as old as 20 years old, his face is distorted with hatred, looking at Lou Guanxue, the murderous intent is almost turned into reality.

Apart from the regent, Xia Qing also met Song Guichen one day.

Fortunately, Song Guichen didn't really send him the sword.

It was raining that day, and Xia Qing was cutting wood with a knife boredly.

"Don't you want to go?" Song Guichen just came out of the Jingxin Hall, wearing a purple shirt, black-haired wooden hairpin, smiling softly and transparently.

Xia Qing: "It's raining."

Song Guichen thought for a while, then laughed: "Forgot, you need an umbrella now."

Xia Qing: "?"

Song Guichen's Taoism is advanced, he doesn't need to take shelter from the rain at all, and naturally he doesn't know how to bring an umbrella, so he sits in the pavilion with Xia Qing.

The heavy rain outside blurs the world, and the fog reflects the gray sky.

Xia Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, and chose to avoid Lou Guanxue's hidden enemy, without looking at him, hugging the carved wood, and ran into the rain without looking back.

Song Guichen was left in the pavilion, smiling helplessly.

Xia Qing got caught in the rain.

Then I developed a fever.

"…………"

!!!

He is really short-tempered.

The fever was diagnosed by Lou Guanxue.

When Lou Guanxue's cold hand was pressed to his forehead, Xia Qing was sleeping on his stomach.

Then the clothes rustled, and he felt that Lou Guanxue was hugging him onto the bed.

After approaching, the desolate and cold fragrance becomes more real.

He was so burned that he didn't resist.

He used to be in good health. Although he always forgot to bring his umbrella every time, he never got sick a few times.

As a result, I fell ill after being exposed to rain for the first time in this world, which is really a crime.

Accompanied by the distant and lonely fragrance.

Xia Qing's chaotic brain seemed to be dispelled by raindrops, and those intermittent and bizarre dreams continued.

Continuing from last time, that sentence he couldn't hear clearly.

"Before I hand over the sword to you, you have to promise me one thing."

It's still the master who likes to drag the tune and talk half-dead.

When he said this, his tone was unprecedentedly serious and serious.

The mountain wind and the sea waves roared in unison between the sky and the earth.

"What's the matter?"

Another voice was a little immature, asking strangely.

The master said: "From now on, regardless of life or death, the sword will never leave your hand."

"what?"

Master: "Once you take the sword, you can't put it down, you know?"

The boy was dumbfounded: "What does it mean that you can't leave your sword? Can't you put it down even when you eat or sleep?"

Old man: "No."

The boy chattered endlessly: "Then what if I take an umbrella in the rain? What if I am arranged to sweep the floor? And what if I squat in the toilet? I only have two hands."

The old man rolled his eyes when he asked the question: "Find out your own way!"

The boy hesitated and held back for a long time, but still couldn't hold back and said, "Then what should I do when I marry a wife, Master! Do I have to hold a sword in my bridal chamber?"

The old man laughed angrily, and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "The hair hasn't fully grown yet, so I'm thinking too far." Then he said fiercely: "No! Not even wedding candles!"

The boy muttered, "...how is this possible."

When the old man spoke softly, he was as distant as a fairy. He said: "Nothing is impossible. You will not get used to it at first, but you are still young, and it will take a long time. If you don't get used to it in one year, then three years, three years." If years are not enough, then ten years, 20 years, 50 years, or a hundred years, you can always get used to it.”

"I hand over the Ananda Sword to you, and I only ask you for this one thing."

"No matter when, you can't put down the sword, you know?"

The boy was obviously looking for faults, so he had to ask more questions.

"Then what happens when you put down the sword?"

The old man was furious: "It won't happen, but I will beat you!!"

"……Oh."