A traitor

Sitting on the couch, Qin Huan stretched out his hand to pick off an apricot blossom falling from his hair, and said, "I really want to go back to that time, at least we..."

Having said that, he paused again. He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, and quietly clenched his fingers, and put the apricot flower in his palm.

Su Qinglang looked at him in silence for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled and said: "What's wrong today, it's obviously a good day, but one by one came out to hurt the spring and the autumn, looking back on the past."

Seeing that Qin Huan was silent, he went on to say: "I just told someone today that at this time and this place, one should live in the present and look forward to the future. When I turned around, I heard you say this again. Or should I say, Young Master Qin?" If you are really sick, your mind is already confused, how can you speak and act like a girl, and become more and more hypocritical?"

Qin Huan didn't answer, listening to his taunts, he just smiled helplessly, with a little bitterness on his indifferent lips.

Then I heard Su Qinglang say: "By the way, Master Xiang is going to ask me to find Mei Liusheng to instigate rebellion. I don't know what background he is?"

Qin Huan shook his head and replied: "It was the first time I knew of this person's existence that day, and I had someone check his background. There is nothing special about him."

Su Qinglang snorted, and said: "The family background is clean and the background is ordinary, so how trustworthy is this person?"

Qin Huan shook his head again, coughed and said: "Not entirely, sometimes the more seemingly simple background, the more complicated the inside story is. Several of the people I sent out before died at his hands. Think about it, if it's just an ordinary scholar who accidentally bumps into his whereabouts, how can he kill someone without asking why?"

As he spoke, he felt more and more wrong. He paused, looked up at Su Qinglang, his expression gradually turned guilty, and said tentatively: "Qinglang..."

Su Qinglang sat on the edge of the bed, with a gentle smile on his face, he said: "Speak, continue, I'm listening."

Qin Huan choked on him, knowing he was wrong, lowered his head and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have sent someone to follow you..."

Su Qinglang still smiled, as if he never cared about it, and said: "I know you are doing it for my own good and worrying about my safety, since that's the case, why bother to apologize?"

Su Qinglang is like this, when he is really angry, he never shows it on his face, and the more unhappy he is, the calmer he looks.

Qin Huan didn't answer the conversation, but he heard him say again: "I, Su Qinglang, have never been cared about like this until I was 23 years old. I am really honored. Otherwise, I would have resigned directly and let Young Master Qin take a rope By tying me around your waist, you don't have to let the brothers in the mansion go back and forth, which saves trouble."

Things in the world are generally like this, mice are afraid of wild wolves, wild wolves are afraid of elephants, elephants are in turn trampled on the head by mice.

Su Qinglang groveled and respected Qin Huan in front of Prime Minister Qin, but he was able to accurately grasp Qin Huan's seven inches, and with a few words, he was subdued and could not move.

Who is Qin Huan, the son of Prime Minister Qin Jian, if he wants the stars not to pick the moon, even if he wants to take his old life, Prime Minister Qin Jian will hand it over to him without blinking an eye.

So after the whole situation reincarnates, Su Qinglang is still the biggest winner after all, with Qin Huan around, sometimes, what he does, even Qin Xiangye himself can't do anything about it.

Qin Huan remained silent all the time, and when he finished venting, he whispered: "Sorry, if you don't like it, I will withdraw them back. It's just that Mei Liusheng, you'd better be careful."

It turned out that Mr. Su was going to have a blind date at the Wind and Rain Pavilion that day. Young Master Qin got the news and worried about Mr. Su's safety, so he asked the guards in the mansion to follow him and report the progress of the blind date to him.

Unexpectedly, when a few guards were lurking in the forest, they accidentally encountered a scholar in black and the guard next to the scholar. The guard was only fifteen years old, but his martial arts were very high. Seeing them sneaking around In the dark, thinking that the assassin wanted to harm his young master, he drew out his sword and beheaded four or five of them.

There was a conflict between the two parties, and it was only at the end that they discovered the misunderstanding. Mei Liusheng could not prevent them from tipping off the news and causing troubles, so he raised his sword and chased after him, but met Su Qinglang in the peach forest.

Hearing Qin Huan's narration, Su Qinglang's heart became more and more confused. In fact, his impression of Mei Liusheng was like looking at flowers through fog from the beginning of meeting, and he still didn't quite understand.

A mountain scholar with an ordinary background and few words came to the imperial city with a guard. Without help, he plunged headlong into the turmoil of the court and power.

What does he want, what does he want to do, and what is it?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the young man outside the door say: "Young master, Xiangye sent someone to say that he will come to see you later."

Su Qinglang curled his lips when he heard that, this Qin Jian was like a hen watching eggs to his son, he really never left him for a moment.

Although Su Qinglang is full of lust, he is not a hungry weasel, let alone put this lust on his son.

What's more, I am a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, with Qin Huan's "strong back and waist" who has learned martial arts, and he has been holding his hand since he entered the door.

Even if something indescribable happens, it's because their situation is reversed. He is not worried. What is this Qin Jian worried about?

Thinking of how much Qin Xiangye disliked his son hanging out with him, Su Qinglang withdrew his hand knowingly.

He stood up and said to Qin Huan: "Since Xiangye is here, I can't stay any longer. You take good care of me. I'll come to see you in two days."

Seeing that Su Qinglang was about to leave, Qin Huan was very regretful, and finally nodded, saying: "Okay..."

Su Qinglang turned to leave, and when he was about to step over the threshold, Qin Huan suddenly said: "Qinglang..."

He paused, and then slowly said: "I know the past is very difficult for you. Even if I intend to make up for it, I'm afraid you don't want to face it again, but I still want to say something to you. If you really want to Let go of the past and live in the present, I hope that in that future, I will always be with you."

Su Qinglang was silent for a long time, before he looked sideways at him and said, "Young Master Qin is really sick and confused, and his words are getting more and more hypocritical, it's really sour..."

Stepping out of the room, walking on the small road in the mansion, the apricot blossoms above the head are in full bloom, Mr. Su is holding a folding fan in his hand, as if he has not seen the surrounding scenery.

In the originally delicate and jade-like face, the frivolous style of the past is no longer seen at this time, and the face has been expressionless and absent-minded, and there seems to be a trace of coldness between the brows.

The words of Wan Yuzhen and Qin Huan still echo in his ears, every single word, like a drop of water, knocked on his heart, creating circles of ripples, quietly spreading in the bottom of his heart.

It was also like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest, twisting and twisting, cutting a heart into pieces.

Su Qinglang covered his heart, feeling a slight pain there, he couldn't help laughing, and shook his head helplessly.

At first, he thought he was just watching a farce, but he didn't expect that there was love in the play, and the love came into his heart, which made him, like Wan Yuzhen, dizzy and nervous.

Turning around and crossing a clump of woods, he was about to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion through the side door, but saw Qin Jian walking towards this side.

He stopped, bowed his hands and saluted him: "See Xiangye."

Qin Jian glanced at him, hummed, and asked, "How is Huan'er?"

Su Qinglang stood up straight, and replied: "After taking the medicine just now, and resting for two days, I think you will be fine."

Qin Jian hummed again, seeing how he looked, he didn't intend to greet him any more, and just said: "Go back..."

After a pause, he said again: "You should pay more attention to Mei Liusheng's matter."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed Su Qinglang and walked towards his son's attic.

Su Qinglang stood on the spot, turned around to salute his back, and agreed: "Yes..."

When he lifted himself up again, he saw that Qin Jian had already gone far away. He stood quietly and fell silent looking at the leaving figure in the distance.

A breeze blew by, lifting his clothes, with the coldness of early spring, he shivered, came back to his senses, remained silent for a moment, and turned his gaze to the garden in front of him.

At this time, the sun was setting, inlaid a golden edge for the clouds in the sky, and the setting sun covered the cornices and fell on the apricot blossoms, as if returning to the winter evening many years ago.

The four of them sat in the pavilion, and the weather was cloudy and cold after the snow. Someone snatched someone's warm wine, and someone took away the crab that someone had just peeled.

After chasing and fighting for a long time, they finally all lay down on the table exhausted, and they didn't know what to say. In the end, everyone patted the table and laughed.

I still remember that at that time, he said: "My garden has just been built, and the plaque has not yet been placed. Can any of you give me a name?"

A blue-clothed scholar answered, "I see that most of the garden is filled with lotus ponds. In summer, the lotus wind will be blowing and you will feel refreshed. Why don't you call it Hefeng Xiaozhu?"

After the words fell, another scholar in Tsing Yi shook his head and vetoed: "No, no, Hefeng Xiaozhu, it sounds like a girl's boudoir. Brother Su looks like a girl's house. If even the yard is named after a girl Son, wouldn’t it make people laugh even more? Let me tell you, this pavilion was built here for the purpose of appreciating lotuses, and it’s most appropriate to call it the Pavilion of Appreciating Lotuses.”

Finally, the black-clothed boy couldn't help but stand up, like an old cow protecting a calf, and grabbed his shoulders.

He said: "Hey, you two are not looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you, but you are thinking about the lotus pond in summer. In my opinion, the view here is wide, and the pond is much larger than usual. It is the most suitable for enjoying the snow. Besides You and I are sitting here, and we can still hear the sound of snow outside, so it would be more appropriate to call it Tingxue Pavilion."

That year, the setting sun was reflected on the snow, with a faint blush, and the smile on the face of the black-clothed boy was as bright and gentle as in memory.

I still remember that when I was young, I was hunting birds in the forest, dancing eagles in the sky, and riding on saddle horses.

Now counting down the past, the past is like the wind, the sunset is still red, and the dream is lightened several times.