Canghuan Seven Palaces

In the dark, the shadow behind him suggested in a low voice.

"No, I want to feel the night view of Lianjing."

The middle-aged man replied that today his mood is rarely relaxed in these years.This person is exactly Si Cang Juetian after his disguise. Thinking of the only son Si Cangqing he saw today, he couldn't hold back his smile.That child has personally witnessed his achievements in the past three years. In recent years, even political affairs have been advised by him.He has always been thinking about what kind of child his son is, seeing him today is even more beyond imagination.

However, Si Cang Juetian sighed softly, that child's temperament is really indifferent, maybe it was caused by living alone in that rural place since he was a child.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed.

In this life, he, Si Cang, was ashamed of three people. One of them was Si Cangqing's mother and concubine, Qin Ruhui, who was determined to help him enter the palace and leave blood for his Si Cang family, but died unexpectedly; The two of them are Si Cangqing, but he is fortunate that the child really has the ambition of an emperor, and all he can do is to pave the way for him; and the last person who owes him will be responsible for this life...

"Cough cough..."

Si Cang Juetian suddenly bent down and coughed violently, his whole body trembling.

"Master, you're sick again!" Shadow quickly supported Si Cang Juetian's swaying body, anxiously, "Let my subordinates send you back to the palace!"

"No, cough..." Waving his hands, Si Cang Juetian supported his body, closed his eyes tightly, and calmed down his breath, "It's just a momentary distraction."

It's just that I thought of some things, and some people...

After a while, Si Cang Juetian covered his painful chest, smiled softly, and sighed, "Let's go!"

Looking up, at the intersection not far away, a slender figure stood alone.

The man's deep eyes were watching him quietly, Si Cang Juetian was slightly taken aback, knowing that he had been recognized by the other party, he gently pulled out a wry smile, really said Cao Cao Cao Cao, just thinking of that person, he appeared in front of him In front of him, he also saw such an embarrassing side of himself.

His eyes were deep, but his face was as gentle and distant as usual. The man walked up to him and said softly, "Young Master Jue is not feeling well, so you should avoid walking at night."

Si Cang Juetian closed his eyelids lightly, and said with a smile: "Sir, you are concerned, and Juetian will keep it in mind."

The eyes seemed to be extremely complicated, but at the same time seemed to be extremely indifferent, the man nodded slightly, and then passed by, "Master Jue, you should go back earlier, it is very cold in the night, and it is very easy to catch cold."

The sound drifted away, and there was no trace of people.

Si Cang Juetian turned around, looked at the direction where the person disappeared from a distance, and stood quietly on the spot for a long, long time...

"Master, go back!" Shadow's voice sounded again.

"Ah."

Gently responding, Si Cang Juetian turned around and walked towards the inner city.

Under the starry sky, the two figures walked in diametrically opposite directions, getting farther and farther away...

The night wind whispered, telling countless melancholy things in the world.

◇Cang ◇ Huan ◇ Seven ◇ Palace ◇

Close your eyes, feel the gentleness of Night Breeze, caressing your face little by little, it feels very comfortable, Si Cangqing's heart is slightly light, I don't know if it's because of seeing her father in this life, or because of everything that is developing in the direction she arranged .

In his position, seek his own government.As the future prince of Canghuan, he has his own ambitions.

In the next two years, he planned to practice Penglai Pavilion's superb martial arts - Liuhuajian on Xueding Mountain.The two-year deployment must be more intensive, because when he returns again, it will be the day for him to show his talents, and no mistakes will be allowed.

Compared with the desperate gamble in the previous life, the luckiest thing in this life is to have the support of a supreme father.

Thoughts drifted away, Si Cangqing gently raised his hand to stroke the tear mole on his face, he remembered that Master Feng Wufei said that this tear mole was formed from the tears of a close relative in the previous life.

Close relatives?

Tonight, he couldn't help but think more, is Si Cang Juetian the reincarnation of Feng Aozhu?

"Qing'er, I would like to use my life after life as a curse to return your happiness..."

He still remembered this oath.So in this life, is that Si Cang Juetian just treating himself well without any scruples and paving the way for himself?

Don't think about it anymore, Si Cangqing is a cold-hearted person, no matter what the reason is, it is enough to achieve the goal you want.

After all, he has never experienced the emotions in the world, and he cannot empathize with them.

It's just that the travels in the past three years, in the words of Kui and Luhuan, have given me a little more human atmosphere.

Si Cangqing also faintly felt the changes in herself, it was not good or bad, but just slightly novel.Whether it's indifferent or full of humanity, Si Cangqing just wants to be himself and can't change anything.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from ahead, interrupting Si Cangqing's thoughts...

"Qi Ye, Xiang'er really misses you. I haven't heard from you for half a year. People thought you had forgotten about my family..." The woman's voice was soft and soft.

"Hehe, how is it possible," the man's voice was mellow, intoxicating like fine wine, "Xiang'er is so captivating, not to mention forgetting, even if I don't see her for a day, my heart will feel empty and panic."

"Could it be that Seventh Master ate honey and his mouth is so sweet!"

"My son's words are never false..."

Men and women muttered and walked towards each other.

Si Cangqing's expression was indifferent, and he never squinted at the two of them, but the strong scent of pollen came from his nose, which was a little pungent.

Feng Lan, who was accompanying her like a shadow, had been silently following behind Si Cangqing, and suddenly felt a compelling gaze. He squinted and frowned slightly.

A fireworks girl leaned on a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy as soft as if she had no bones, her face was like a peach blossom, and she kept smiling coquettishly.And that young man with slightly raised phoenix eyes and handsome appearance, but lack of masculinity and more than femininity.

Most importantly, the young man was staring wildly at Si Cangqing, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Eyebrows narrowed, Feng Lan stared at the young man coldly. Although the other party was teasing and promiscuous, he could intuitively feel that the other party was not very human, whether it was the arrogant eyes or the unattainable breath. .

The young man also saw Feng Lan's cold eyes, and the eyes turned brighter, he smiled at the indifferent Si Cangqing and the unhappy Feng Lan, then turned his gaze back, smiling.

The four passed by.

The flirting and cursing gradually faded away.

Si Cangqing slowed down slightly, and said lightly, "Lan, don't be nervous."

He naturally felt the young man's wild gaze.Although he knew that the man's martial arts were extraordinary, but at this time, it had nothing to do with them, so he didn't need to pay more attention.

"Yes, master."

For three years as one day, Feng Lan absolutely obeyed Si Cangqing's words.

Slightly nodding, Si Cangqing suddenly stopped walking, thoughtful.

"Master, what's the matter?" Si Cangqing's abnormality made Feng Lan feel a little strange.

Turning to stare at Feng Lan, Si Cangqing asked: "The place of fireworks, is it really so lingering?"

He only knew about the grand occasion of the Qinhuai River back then; although he had lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, he was trained to be ruthless and desireless, so he couldn't experience the ultimate bliss, let alone understand it.When he saw this world-famous ten-mile-long river today, he couldn't help but be amazed that the business of brothels and hooks was so prosperous.It's no wonder that Luhuan insisted on opening the Qihonglou at the beginning, and what's more, he used the brothel to collect information.

"Ah..." Feng Lan, who has always been calm, was also extremely embarrassed for a moment, her face was hot, but fortunately covered by the night, she said hesitantly: "It's not entirely true!"

"Food and sex." This sentence was a wise saying in the previous life. Si Cangqing went to the bottom and continued to ask: "The nature of an adult man?"

"Well, this servant...is not very clear." Feng Lan said hopelessly, why this Highness was so curious today.

"No, you can take a vacation tonight!" Si Cangqing said lightly. Although he was an adult man, he is special after all, and Feng Lan is already there, so maybe he also wants to go there.And although he is indifferent, he will not be too harsh on his subordinates as long as they do their duty well.

Slightly startled, Feng Lan panicked, "Master, this slave doesn't need to take a vacation."

"In the past few years, you have never taken a vacation." Si Cangqing walked again. In the past few years, Feng Lan has been quietly by his side, silently taking care of everything. After a long time, he has somewhat ignored the existence of this person , and never thought that this person has his own needs.As a shadow guard, he would not be able to get married, so...

"Since the place of fireworks is a man's paradise, you can go there tonight, and come back after you enjoy yourself."

"Master," Feng Lan knelt down with a plop, "this slave won't go."

"Why?" Si Cangqing felt a little strange, turned around, and looked down at Feng Lan.

"I don't like it." Feng Lan bowed her head lowly, her words were firm, "People's preferences are different. The place where the fireworks are held is exactly what slaves don't like."

"Since that's the case, it's fine!" Si Cangqing didn't bother to pursue, his curiosity had always been weak, "It's just that this vacation is still allowed to you, you can arrange it yourself."

"You can just serve your master as a slave." Feng Lan still insisted in a low voice.

Looking down at Feng Lan, for a moment, Si Cangqing said softly: "Get up, we still need to hurry tomorrow morning."

"Yes, master."

Glancing at Feng Lan again, and looking at the swaying boat on the river, Si Cangqing stopped talking, but walked lightly towards the residence!

The traveler returns to Xueding Mountain

Overcast and rainy, dripping and splashing on the stone road.

On the official road, there are no traces of people and animals.In the rain curtain, there was a faint sound of carriage wheels.

Wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, Feng Lan waved her whip from time to time, and the car moved forward at a constant speed.Suddenly