The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Drunken House.

Once I drank a hundred wines, I was drunk in the capital.

The youths in the bright capital came back here again, and it seems that they are not very different from last year and today.Zuixianniang is still intoxicating, and after three cups or two, the eyes are already hazy.

Xia Ziyou changed a lot. During the year of the campaign, he sailed from north to south, and his grain, grass, soldiers and horses were transferred to the south by him, and he hardly had a day of leisure.His chubby little body has been slimmed down, but he looks like a gentle and clean scholar that he had promised earlier.

He couldn't drink well, holding the flagon and glaring at Zhu Jiuci: "Why didn't you come out to greet the former military adviser who returned to Beijing. It made me struggle to find you in the crowd."

Qu Jinghong smiled and rushed to answer for him. It wasn't that Zhu Jiuci was lazy that day. It was indeed that the Duke of the country sent a special letter to Feixin to prevent him from going out. It must be because of the large number of people in the capital and his small body Got to be crushed.

Xia Ziyou thought about the virtues of Grandpa Guo's pampering and crazy devil, and nodded earnestly in agreement.

"Forget it! If you don't answer it, don't answer it. There were indeed a lot of people that day, and there was nothing else to see except black heads."

Zhu Jiuci smiled and clinked glasses with him.

Jiang Chengzi poked his head to look around: "Why didn't you see Liang Sile?"

Zhu Jiuci's face darkened immediately, and he became angry when he thought of it, so he didn't want to say that the beauty was locked in the mansion because of the gold and jade cup.

He rested his cheeks and mumbled past, Jiang Chengzi didn't ask any more questions, and turned to look at Qu Jinghong with a pair of eyes: "Little General Qu is proud of his spring breeze, and the Holy One has rewarded him a lot, right? I don't want you to treat me today!"

Qu Jinghong nodded and smiled, his face was like a peach blossom, he rubbed his fingertips on the rim of the cup and nodded gently.

Zhu Jiuci pricked up his ears and asked him how many rewards he had received.

The little general put down his cup and counted with his fingers.

"One each of Liuyun, Fenghuo, and Changkong Sword."

"Thirty thousand gold and five carts of silver."

"88 pieces of Shu embroidery, [-] pieces of brocade silk."

"Glass cup, golden jade bracelet, jade inlaid wristband, fish scale armor..."

Zhu Jiuci grabbed his sleeve in tears to prevent him from reciting it, silently adding a few more days of black room to someone in his heart.

Xia Ziyou took out the treasured poem volume and started to read it again. He glanced at Zhu Jiuci's sour eyes and couldn't help but said, "Young master, why does he look so envious? How can Mr. Liang's reward be less than that of General Qu?"

Jiang Chengzi laughed loudly, deliberately poked Zhu Jiuci and said, "A lot?"

Zhu Jiuci sneered: "Yes! Much more than the little general!"

Damn beauty, what tea are you drinking!

Jiang Chengzi saw that he was devastated, and happily took out the compass to play with. A piece of red paper accidentally fell out of his arms. Zhu Jiuci reached out to pick it up for him, but he snatched it back before he got it.

"Don't worry, little prince, I'll give it to you sooner or later."

"Mine?" Zhu Jiuci was surprised.

Jiang Chengzi grabbed the corner of the red paper and nodded.

"Never lie."

After drinking for three rounds, the box on the upper floor of the Zuixian Tower collapsed.

Zhu Jiuci looked at the glazed empty cup swirling on the mahogany table, and couldn't help looking out the window.

The golden light is brilliant, and the clouds dye the capital.

"Where's Xiao Cen?" He asked.

The room was silent.

Qu Jinghong, who was lying on the table, trembled his eyelashes, and finally closed his eyes tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

Xia Ziyou read the poem with his head covered, his cheeks were stained with black ink.

"The sun is just right, does my little father-in-law look familiar?" Jiang Chengzi stood up and pushed open the window sash, and the golden sunset flooded into the private room. In an instant, the teenagers were immersed in the sea of ​​gold, their black hair dyed golden, their skin white and translucent, with bright teeth and red lips. Vigorous new life.

"Familiar." Zhu Jiuci replied.

That day when they boarded the west city gate and looked at thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, it was also the same bright and fiery sunset as today.

At that time, he had just learned that Xiao Cen had gone far away to find the life-saving plum soul for him, and he was burning with anxiety.Jiang Chengzi took him up to the majestic city tower to see the direction he was leaving.

He didn't know where he was going, but he only knew that looking along Jiang Chengzi's fingertips, at the end of the distant skyline, among the hazy gold, he would come back one day.

Zhu Jiuci stood by the window of the expensive room, the bright sunlight dyed his pupils brown.

"Is he gone again?"

Jiang Chengzi held a compass in his hand, with the silver pointer pointing west, facing the fiery red sun.

"Just go out from here and move forward."

Everyone tacitly did not bring up Xiao Cen's matter, Zhu Jiuci was silent for three days, and never asked another question.

The young man is still the young man who is bright, bright and heartless in everyone's eyes, but sometimes, Liang Zhaoge wakes up by chance at night, looks at the slightly trembling shoulders beside him, and finally bears the pain and closes his eyes to sleep, giving him a piece of cake. A night of self-healing.

On the first day of April, the news of General Xiao Cen's fall on the battlefield was announced to the capital, and all the people cried bitterly. The long street paid homage, white silk was scattered on the eaves, and the blue sky could not be seen when looking up.

On the same day, at the end of the dark dungeon, the proton Pei Heng committed suicide with a wooden hairpin.The sharp long log pierced through the throat, leaving only a piece of blood-stained carving resting on the lower jaw.

Dark blood stained the filthy prison, leaving nothing but the smell of blood.

The death of Proton, who was supposed to cause waves in the capital, was drowned out in silence by the fall of General Xiao.

To die alone, with no one to care for.

The prison guard washed off the blood with a bucket of ice water, sent someone to pass a thin paper to the palace, wrapped the corpse in a straw mat and dragged it to the mass grave, where it was thrown from a height.The dilapidated corpse fell like a stone, with a bang, and then it had nothing to do with this world.

The author has something to say: It is expected that the finale will end tomorrow, and the story will start the day after tomorrow~~