When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

At the turn of spring and summer, there is a large temperature difference between day and night.

It was still a bit chilly just now, but now the sun climbed over the city wall, the warm sun swayed down, and the courtyard was covered with mottled tree shadows, which also dispelled the slightest bit of coolness.Ah Da, who was bathed in the warm sun, walked over slowly, with a puzzled face on his face: "What is the meaning of the young master's question?"

The breeze was blowing slowly, carrying a faint fragrance into the nostrils.

Smelling the fragrance, Qiuyun recalled in a daze that Ping'an was already seventeen, the age when young love began.

But when he thought about the fact that his adopted son and apprentice were both homosexual, the arc of the corners of his lips froze slightly: "Tell me about today, no, since you came to the capital, and what happened in peace."

Ah Da was a little puzzled, but since Young Master asked, he answered truthfully.

When Sheng Ping'an first arrived in the capital, he was curious about everything, especially wine.

Their Qingfenglou wine is a must in Jingshui Town. Not only the local people love to drink it, but also the foreign caravan traveling north and south. Every time they pass through Jingshui Town, they have to drink a few pots to satisfy their cravings, and finally have to rack their brains to buy some back. .

As soon as he arrived in the capital, after wandering around, Sheng Ping'an asked people which restaurant in the capital had the best wine, so he and Ada went to various restaurants, ordered the best wine in the restaurant, and then compared.

Sheng Ping'an has a simple heart, but he is not unreasonable.

So every time I sit in a box, close the door and comment on the lack of wine with Ah Da.

The two of them went to Zuihualou yesterday afternoon. It is said that the wine there is called Yaochi Yuye. It is not an exaggeration.

In Sheng Ping'an's heart, the wine made by his father is the best fairy wine in the world, and when he heard that the wine from Zuihualou was comparable to jade liquid from the fairyland, he felt compelled to compare him, but when the wine came up, it smelled safe His complexion changed - he has studied wine making with Qiu Yun for nearly nine years, and his skills are quite true to Qiu Yun.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Zuihualou is light yellow in color, the wine is pure and clear, the taste is sweet and sour, mellow and soft, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on the palate, no one in the world can brew such fine wine except his father.

Sheng Pingan asked the shopkeeper immediately, and learned that the wine was brewed by a master brewer of their restaurant. He was so angry that he wanted to talk to the master brewer directly, but was kicked out of the restaurant by the shopkeeper as a troublemaker.That's all, the shopkeeper probably had someone backing him, and seeing that Ping'an was an unfamiliar face and dressed in ordinary clothes, he sent thugs to follow the two of them, blocking them in a secluded place, intending to warn them.

Just as he was doing it, a girl dressed as a woman disguised as a man descended from the sky holding a long whip——

"Just relying on those little guys, even without that girl, I can solve it." Ah Da folded his arms, completely ignorant of what a "beauty saves a hero": "But the young master saw that the girl was more than enough to deal with, so he stopped her." I also told me not to tell you."

He won't take the initiative to say it, but it's different when the young master asks: "When I went out today, the young master ran into that girl disguised as a man again. In order to thank the girl for saving her yesterday, the young master took the initiative to invite her to the restaurant for dinner, but was rejected. The maid in men's clothes next to the girl stopped her."

After listening to Ah Da's narration, Qiu Yun's tense mind gradually relaxed, and seeing Ah Da's expressionless face, he shook his head with a chuckle: "Ping An, we know that girl is disguised as a man?"

"I know, the girl just beat the thugs away, and a maid in men's clothes called the lady to chase after her."

His heart completely relaxed.

He knew that Guiting, Ding Yuan and his disciple's turning were not his problems, but...

"Go and find out who owns the Zuihualou." It's nothing more than using his wine as if it was brewed by his own brewer, and he dared to bully his son!

Qiu Yun's coldly flickering eyes eased: "By the way, let's find out who that girl is... Forget it, if the two of you are destined, we will definitely meet again in the future."

I always feel that my son is still young, only 17 years old, but I forgot about the young Mu Ai.

Except for Ding Yuan, he has raised two sons in total. He does not need to worry about the return of the adopted son to the court, but Ping An is a real child. I can only love him and the original owner's wife in my life.

I didn't expect to grow up in the blink of an eye.

I can't help but feel a little bit more sad that my family has a child who has just grown up.

Returning to the bedroom with the melancholy feeling that his son should marry a wife, he frowned slightly when he saw the person lying on the edge of his bed and resting with his eyes closed.

The sunlight outside the sleeping hall is just right, and pieces of light shine through the window lattice.

Ding Yuan turned his head sideways, resting his hands under his face, his black hair draped over his shoulders, making him look soft and well-behaved instead of the obscurity and restraint he had when he opened his eyes.

Half of the quilt on her body fell to the ground, barely covering her waist and buttocks.It was obviously a lively scene, but his eyes fell on Guangguo's back, where there were several old and new scars.

A strange emotion flashed in my heart, and then I raised my hand and pinched the bridge of my nose, sighed lightly, looked away and stepped forward lightly, and found that the other party was not sleeping very well, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and the brows were slightly wrinkled From the beginning, the eyelids are thick black and blue, it can be imagined that the emperor's position is not as relaxed as Ding Yuan's performance.

Bending down to pick up the quilt that fell on the ground, and just putting it on him, the person who didn't want to sleep soundly opened his eyes—a pair of eyes were black and deep, like ice, shooting out a bit of cold murderous aura Come, but after seeing him, he immediately restrained himself, the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, and his eyes brought a little softness in the bright dormitory.

"How long have I slept?"

The voice is soft and hoarse, with a touch of sexiness.

Qiu Yun's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at the window sill: "Half an hour."

"Only half an hour?" Ding Yuan only felt refreshed all over, and was slightly surprised in his heart: "I thought I had slept for half a day."

"Then you haven't had a good rest recently, it's rare that you squinted for a while, and your body was relaxed." Qiu Yun bent down to tuck him in the quilt, and subconsciously lowered her voice: "If the palace is not busy, you can sleep a little longer. "

"I feel shallow, and when I wake up..." Ding Yuan glanced at the tenderness pouring out of the other party's eyes, instinctively seized the opportunity, and softened his voice: "In the past ten years of combat career, I have developed a little movement. The habit of waking up with a start, only with you can I get a moment of peace. I will go to Guanzhou in a few days, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to sleep well. Uncle Xian, can you come up and sleep with me? Just like when I was young."

After Ding Yuan finished speaking, he was afraid that the other party would reject him, so he added: "Don't worry, I won't have delusions anymore, I just want to sleep well."

Qiu Yun glanced at his tired expression and thin sharp chin, nodded his head lightly, signaling him to sleep in, and then put on the bed with his clothes.

Lying down for a while, a hand was suddenly placed on his body. He sniffed the aroma of ambergris. He was silent for a moment, closed his eyes and acquiesced to the other's small movements, and let the other get closer until he was snuggled into his arms.The rich ambergris kept penetrating into his nostrils, making it difficult for him to sleep, but hidden under the ambergris was a very strong evil spirit.

"Uncle Xian, you smell really good." It's like the fragrance of flowers wrapped in grass in the forest. The smell of blood.

"Go to sleep." Qiu Yun was a little confused, because not only did he not reject Ding Yuan's intimacy, but he also faintly felt that the other party's body smelled good.

He can still explain the former by using the two people's acquaintance for many years, but the latter...

Is it because I just learned that Ping An has someone he likes and will have his own life in the future, so he feels lonely?

For a while, his thoughts were running wild.

I don't know how long it took, a feeling of fatigue hit my heart, my eyelids were heavy, my eyelashes fluttered twice, I smelled the ambergris lingering in my nose, I heard the gentle and long breathing sound in my ears, and my consciousness slowly sank into the dreamland Middle——The battlefield full of yellow sand, with horns everywhere, a man in silver armor and a silver half-mask riding a horse, charging to kill the enemy, the horseshoes rolled up waves of yellow sand, accompanied by the roar of the soldiers, as if in the ears, When he was about to win, a piercing sound submerged in the sound of fighting shot from behind the man, piercing the defenseless man's heart.

The dream ended when the man fell off his horse.

Qiu Yun opened his eyes suddenly, and the pictures in the dream were deeply imprinted in the sea of ​​consciousness, flashing continuously.

He never dreamed, and once he dreamed, it was a warning from heaven, but this is a small world... Thinking of something, he woke up the mirror spirit sleeping in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Little mirror, what's going on with my dream?"

"This is Ding Yuan's final fate."

"What do you mean?" Qiu Yun frowned, and realized: "You put this picture into my dream?"

Samsara mirror gave a soft 'um'.

It brought the Immortal Venerable to the small world to find love. Before seeing that the Immortal Venerable had no love for Ding Yuan, he didn't check Ding Yuan's fate line.

But now, the Immortal Venerable knows that Ding Yuan has plans for him, and he shares the bed with Ding Yuan. This scene, it has seen a lot from the master, and it is obvious that the Immortal Venerable is a little moved.But it's not easy to break through, the master said about the matter of feelings, let nature take its course and not force it, so I can only use this method to remind, lest the immortal will regret it in the future.

"Actually, Ding Yuan's original destiny was to be a general, and the one who sits on the throne is the King of War. And Ding Yuan will pacify the foreign enemies for the King of War, and die in the last battle."

"But he is the emperor now, who dares to plot against him?"

"The small world has a predetermined destiny, just like the killer in the Shengjia Village in the original destiny..." The little mirror didn't know how to talk about the plot with the immortal, it thought for a while: "You have read the script, the small world is It is derived from the storybook, and in each storybook, there are protagonists, supporting roles, cannon fodder and villains. Sheng Xian is at best a passerby in the storybook, and Ding Yuan is the protagonist, but he, the protagonist, died in the end. "

"You keep talking."

"In the script, those killers were indeed lured away by the Longevity Lock, and the person behind them is King Yun, specifically, King Yun's person, that is, Wei Hang's third wife, Zhao Wanping." Xiaojing briefly explained the hatred between Zhao Wanping's background and Wei Hang: "She knew from the very beginning that the Ding Ran she recognized, that is, Ding Da, was a fake, but she pretended not to know and even secretly helped Ding Ran, otherwise He has lost the Longevity Lock, has no way to prove his parentage, and doesn't look like Wei Heng and Ding Yuan's mother, so it is impossible for a cunning person like Wei Heng to recognize him."

Qiu Yun probably guessed the intention of the other party.

The little mirror is also as he thought: "Zhao Wanping massacred Shengjia Village because Sheng Yuan exposed the longevity lock. She was afraid that the news would reach Wei Hang's ears, so she silenced everyone who knew about the longevity lock." Only Ding Yuan's life was left."

"After you came, Zhao Wanping didn't do anything without revealing the longevity lock, but Ding Ran sent Ah Da to kill Ding Yuan and his wife Song Sanniang, but you stopped him. As the protagonist, Ding Yuan lost his blood and deep hatred , and still being protected by you completely disobeying the script, at this time, the matter of coveting Song Sanniang instead of Sheng Yuan has become the old man of Sheng, and it is also the inducement for Ding Yuan to run away and join the army."

Qiu Yun lowered his eyelids: "In the script, did Ding Yuan take revenge at the end?"

"Report, Ding Ran, Zhao Wanping and Wei Heng are all dead."

"So you mean that Ding Yuan still has a death calamity?"

"It's probably like this. In the original fate, it was King Zhan who wanted him to die, because he and King Yun control two-thirds of the military power, and King Yun has no heirs. Now his fate is messed up, and no one knows who he is. What kind of enmity have you made all these years?"

The author has something to say: The babies have too much brains, they even guessed that Ping An's CPs are King Yun and Ada! ! !

Forget it, Ah Da, King Yun... We Ping An are not Ding Yuan when we were young, lacking fatherly love.

感谢在2020-09-0108:53:01~2020-09-0204:09:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 ghost;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Qing Jiu; 2 bottles of Rushui Wuhen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!