Your Majesty, don't worry

"How long will Silly Treasure have to draw? I'm tired from standing." Qi Yan, who stood for half an hour, was very dissatisfied. He glanced over, and Su Qingbai only drew two strokes.

He stretched and came over to hug Su Qingbai from behind, wrapped one hand around his waist, and put the other hand into his robe and slowly moved down. Su Qingbai's body froze, and Huahua's hands froze live.

Qi Yan came close to his ear and smiled, "Young Master Su is too slow."

"What's too slow?" Su Qingbai leaked a few words from between her teeth.

"It's too slow, I'm tired."

Su Qing's white earlobes gradually turned red, and she said, "What kind of lewd words did Lord Long Live say?"

"It's been so long, I'm really tired, can Mr. Su come out sooner?" Qi Yan smiled strongly, "Let's paint."

Su Qingbai's face was hot from Qi Yan's teasing, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. He bumped Qi Yan's ribs with his elbow, and said angrily, "I won't draw anymore."

Qi Yan withdrew his hand from under him and hugged Su Qingbai, and said rascally, "Then sleep on the couch in the morning?"

Su Qingbai broke away from Qi Yan's hand, turned around, pinched his ear, and said angrily, "It was agreed last night, just once."

"Ah, my ears are about to fall off, it was once." Qi Yan was aggrieved with tears in his eyes.

It was indeed once, and once it was done for one night.

In this way, Qi Yan could only stand back to his original position unwillingly, waiting for Su Qingbai to finish the painting leisurely.

Su Qingbai traded this painting for five bowls of sour plum soup, and felt good.

Duan Yan ran to the town with the painting in his arms and searched for several days, but he didn't see a trace of the painter, so he went back in a daze to ask Ah San again.But he saw a forehead floating down from the sky, and floated into his arms. He looked up and saw a man sitting in front of the upstairs window.

However, this person no longer remembers him.

He tried his best to remind him of everything in the past, but he still ran to Qi Yan. Duan Yan didn't understand, knowing that he had been with him for so many years, why he could still break through the shackles of blood worms and run to Qi Yan recklessly.

It wasn't until Su Qingbai returned to Northern Xinjiang to help Shen Xiao fight off the invasion of the Shatuo tribe that he was able to see him again.

"You sent that letter from Yungu?" I haven't seen him for a few months, Su Qingbai is much thinner, but her handsome and cold temperament is still incomparable.

"Yes." Duan Yan replied.

"I went to Yungu with you, can you save my life?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, after defeating the Shatuo tribe, I will go to Yungu with you."

Duan Yan's eyebrows twitched, thinking that he had figured it out, but later he found out that he was willing to go to Yungu to keep the child in his womb with Qi Yan.

He went to Yungu because of Qi Yan, and he didn't go to Yungu because of Qi Yan.He said that Beidi invaded, the frontiers were unstable, and the emperor's symptoms did not go away. He was worried, and he wanted to guard the northwest gate for the emperor.Even when Lin Sang died in battle, he was afraid that the emperor would be worried, so he kept it a secret, and only wrote a letter saying that Lin Sang was injured.

As soon as Lin Sang died, Su Qingbai's heart seemed to die too, and he looked haggard in a few days, so thin that he lost his human shape.

On that day, Duan Yan carried Su Qingbai into the yard to bask in the sun. He asked Duan Yan, "Do you want to be reborn? What do you want to do in the next life?"

Duan Yan said, "Although I want to be a human being in the next life, I'm afraid I won't be blessed to meet the person I want to see again."

Su Qingbai said, "In the next life, I just want to be a mushroom on the mountain, grow on the mountain, enjoy the rain, enjoy the sun, and be silly every day."

He doesn't want to be a human anymore, and he doesn't want to continue to live. Duan Yan understands that he doesn't go to Yungu and stays in Beijiang just to wait for Qi Yan's forgiveness and end this life.

It's just that he didn't wait till he died.Qi Yan's letters flew into Northern Xinjiang like snowflakes, not a single word was forgiving him.

Before Su Qingbai finally died, she was still muttering, "Qi Yan, hug, you want to hug."

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. Many velvet weeds are planted in the backyard of the Northwest Prince's Mansion, and they are connected like blood. Back then, Su Qingbai went to Haiping Mountain to dig a few plants and returned, leaving one plant in the yard, which unexpectedly survived. .

Qi Yan finally came to Beijiang, followed by Lu Chan.Opening the door and entering the hospital, the inside was empty, Qi Yan didn't know that the mansion of the majestic king of Northern Xinjiang was not half as luxurious as the Su mansion where Su Qingbai lived in the imperial capital.After a long time, Huang Lu, the housekeeper, came out from inside.He knelt down when he saw Qi Yan. After so many days without seeing him, the emperor's hair was all white, and Huang Lu was crying so much that he couldn't stand upright.

Huang Lu served Su Qingbai in the Su residence for six years, and heard that Su Qingbai had returned to northern Xinjiang, and traveled thousands of miles from the imperial capital to the Northwest Palace.Loyalty can shine on the sun and the moon.

"The king of Beijiang died of illness. Everything should be treated as a state funeral. But I have come here again and again to ask for someone. Why does Steward Huang dare to take the body of the king of Beijiang?" Qi Yan's voice was slow, but icy cold.

"The slave didn't dare, but the prince confessed before his death that his corpse would be turned into powder and sprinkled into the Mocha River."

Mocihe, when Su Qingbai was 13 years old, he led a group of red-feathered birds in Mocihe to help Prince Daqi scare off [-] enemy troops.

Qi Yan felt pain all over his body, and felt that his atrium was being torn apart by something, shattering into slag bit by bit, thoroughly.

His life was miserable enough, and he walked away so lonely in the end, even if he died, he would not want others to go to his grave to talk to him.So stubborn, so cold.

"Your Majesty, this servant dares to ask for the prince, have you forgiven him?"

"I'm sorry."

"Since I've forgiven you, why are you still so worried that your hair turns gray?"

"Every night, I'm lonely and sleepless, and every day, my bones are broken."

Everywhere in the land of northern Xinjiang has the breath of Lin Sang. He died in battle, and his ashes were scattered on the land of northern Xinjiang after his death.

Who does he treat well, who treats him well, who he lives for and who he dies for, the wise and foolish Lin Sang has always been able to tell the difference.

Lu Chan grabbed some sand and put it in her arms.

"Brother Cicada, I saw a man selling beef soup at the market today. He asked for two taels of silver for a bowl. It's too expensive. Why didn't he go grab it?" Lin Sang stepped into the room angrily, and grabbed the teapot. Gudong Gudong drank a large pot of water.

"Want to eat?" Lu Chan smiled slowly.

"How could you want to eat, don't want to eat, three bowls is worth a month's salary of Brother Cicada." Lin Sang grabbed an apple and gnawed it

"That's right, let's go, let's eat."

"What?"

"Take you to eat beef soup."

"Good." Lin Sang stood up abruptly, rushed out the door like a rabbit, and was picked up by Lu Chan.

Lin Sang: "?"

Lu Chan went up to kiss him between the eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Run around the imperial city three times first, whoever loses will be below tonight."

Lin Sang loves to be noisy, and can always find all kinds of things during the day. After playing tired, doing that at night is naturally exhausting, and Lu Chan's sex in bed is completely absent.Back and forth, Lu Chan just got angry all over, Lin Sang immediately collapsed on his body, Lu Chan wanted to pick him up and scold his mother, when the words came to his mouth, seeing Lin Sang's face was red due to overwork, his heart softened, and he swallowed the words After going back, I had to pat him on the back and hug him tightly, saying, "Tired again? Be lighter next time."

Lin Sang's eyelashes were wet and her head was sweating profusely as she lay on Lu Chan's body and moaned.Relying on the ability of humming, it is always the one above.

"Brother Chan, you cheated, you didn't finish the run." Lin Sang jumped and shouted, out of breath.

"No one said you can't use lightness kung fu." Lu Chan smiled.

Light work?With lightness skills, you, Lu Chan, won't be able to do the above in the next life.

Lin Sang was sitting at the gate of the palace crying, but Lu Chan played tricks, he was even more rascal than Lu Chan.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, I lost." Lu Chan coaxed.He pulled Lin Sang into his arms.

"Then you're still down there tonight."

"it is good."

"Tomorrow night too."

"it is good."

"It will be the same in the next life."

"Next life?" Lu Chan glanced at the person in her arms, and said softly, "Okay."