Suya

Outside the alley, Yao Jieyu was sitting alone in the carriage, holding a nine-link chain in her hand, pulling it back and forth, having a great time.

"What are you playing?" King Jiulan lifted the curtain and stepped into the car.

As soon as Yao Jieyu saw King Jiulan, she threw Jiu Lianhuan aside, rushed to meet him, and helped King Jiulan sit down.

The coachman flicked his horsewhip, and drove the carriage to "roll and roll".

The two people in the car sat next to each other.

Yao Jieyu: "How is General Feng?"

King Jiulan: "It's still the same. Everyone who needs to be said has said it. It's up to him to see if he can think about it."

Yao Jieyu sighed lightly: "A person's life is really like floating, and death like rest."

King Jiulan looked at her.

Yao Jieyu leaned back against the carriage with a gloomy expression on her face, apparently she was a little saddened by the troubles between Feng Chen and Li Xiruo.

Jiulan didn't say anything, the two sat quietly, thinking differently.

Yao Jieyu raised her eyes and looked at the Wanjia lights outside the car. The light of the fire flowed into the car, fell gently, and stuck to her white and tender hands.

A generous hand covered it, dispelling the light and shadow that tried to take advantage of it.

Yao Jieyu was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and looked at King Jiulan suspiciously.

King Jiulan held her hand, with his head hanging slightly, his heroic face was covered with orange fire.

"Yao'er, the widow can make you queen."

Yao Jieyu didn't react, she just stared at him blankly.

King Jiulan turned his head and looked into her eyes.

"You were married to a widow at the age of 17, and you have experienced ups and downs with the widow for 13 years, and you have never left. This post should have been given to you a long time ago. It is the widow who wronged you."

Yao Jieyu looked shocked, took a breath, and said: "My lord, this kind of thing can't be laughed at."

"I'm not joking." King Jiulan looked at her, a gentle smile gradually appeared on his face: "Don't you feel wronged by being a little Jieyu all the time?"

"What are you talking about?" Yao Jieyu paused for a moment, then smiled, her almond eyes were slightly curved, her smile was as soft as spring water in March: "Being able to serve you is a blessing that ordinary people can't even ask for. The concubine is laughing in her dreams, how can she feel wronged. Besides, in the past 13 years, the monarch has treated the concubine so well. If you do, you will really be struck by lightning."

King Jiulan didn't smile, and still looked into her eyes motionlessly. After watching for a while, his hands tightened slightly: "But, what you really want, the widow will never give you."

"All your life, you can only stay by the side of someone who doesn't love you, even if you like him."

Yao Jieyu's smile froze on her face: "My lord..." The light and shadow in her eyes flickered, and the smile gradually faded away.

King Jiulan stretched out his hand and gently touched her face: "You like widows, don't you?" He put his arms around Yao Jieyu, put his face next to hers, and whispered, "I'm sorry for making you suffer. I'm sorry."

Yao Jieyu was stunned for a while, then murmured: "I am not wronged, the monarch does not need to apologize." As she spoke, tears suddenly flowed out.

"Don't apologize, really don't." She grabbed the clothes on the back of King Jiulan, shook her head vigorously, her eyes were wide open, trying to hold back her tears: "I just want to protect you all my life, As long as the monarch can live well, I will be very happy." She buried her head into King Jiulan's neck, and the unstoppable tears fell from her eyes and fell on King Jiulan's clothes, her voice was slightly Trembling, muffled voice came out from between the clothes: "I'm really happy."

"Yeah." King Jiulan smiled softly: "I know, everyone knows."

The evening wind sends clouds and songs, and the fragrance of wine spreads across thousands of miles.

The bamboo curtain swayed slightly, and the Shengge flew out of the wine shop in an instant.

Feng Chen looked down at the sweet-scented osmanthus lantern on the desk, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras echoed in his ears.

The candlelight was very warm, and the legend about the sweet-scented osmanthus tree fluctuated in his mind with the faint music.

Feng Chen stretched out his hand, and lightly brushed the sweet-scented osmanthus on the lantern with his fingertips.

The lantern is cold, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is just drawn with pen and ink, but when touched, it seems that many, many things can be felt-the kind of blood-connected feelings, wholehearted devotion, and ten years of waiting.

It makes people feel heartbroken, but also, very warm.

Feng Chen picked up the small lantern, and the lantern shook slightly, and the shadow on the ground shook with it.

Feng Chen pushed open the door and walked down the stairs, still holding the little lantern in his hand.

The little lantern swayed and swayed.

After leaving the restaurant, there is a bustling and crowded street outside.

Feng Chen stood at the door, looking up at the lanterns on the opposite building.

"Don't mention that national teacher again, can you?! What is there to admire about this kind of thief?"

Feng Chen's ears moved.

Another voice came: "There is no evidence for what you say. If you say that the national teacher is not a good person, you have to have evidence, otherwise you will be bloody. Be careful that your tongue will be cut off after death."

"Tch, let me tell you, I have been working in the palace for more than ten years. How can he not know about the nasty things that happened in the palace? Don't say anything else, let me just talk about it before. Isn't that guy Lin Qingyan in Jue Kingdom? Was he assassinated? I posted a novel, and the one who wanted to kill him was the National Teacher, and many of the assassins sent to kill him at that time were the National Teacher’s Shadow Guards. Huh, Shadow Guards? It’s said to be the National Teacher’s personal guards, but in fact It's just a group of dogs who helped him kill, otherwise, why would you say they went to Jue Kingdom for no reason and were killed?"

"Really...really or not?"

"Why did I lie to you? After the assassination failed, the bodies of many shadow guards were carried back from Jue Kingdom. Oh, it's a miserable death. Let me tell you, don't look at those national teachers. He looks like he doesn't eat the fireworks in the world. In fact, the imperial court dare not take action in person, for fear of leaving a handle on dirty things. They are all entrusted to them. There is no national teacher who has never killed someone. In my opinion, I'm afraid that the people they kill can be built up to build a big house."

Feng Chen turned his head, and saw a young man in his twenties sitting not far from him, talking eloquently to the person sitting opposite him, his face was reddish, obviously he had just drank a lot of wine.

"Hey." The young man laughed mockingly, and continued: "After doing so many immoral things, but pretending to be holy and noble in front of others, I really want to be a whore and set up a memorial archway. It's disgusting to think about it. "

Feng Chen walked over.

"Pong", his fist hit the young man hard on the face.

The young man fell to the ground, and all kinds of things, such as tables, dishes, wine jugs, fell and fell, making a mess all over the place.

"What are you doing!!" The people next to him were startled, and the young man's friend threw himself on him angrily and pushed him.

Feng Chen ignored him at all and punched the young man in the face.

"You lunatic, why are you hitting me?!" The young man cursed angrily while waving his fists and wanted to fight back, but it was no different from trying to block a car with his arms. In the chaos, he grabbed something and slammed it at Feng Chen swung it away.

A silver light flashed in front of his eyes, Feng Chen raised his hand to block it.

Blood splattered, the sharp knife sliced ​​through the flesh, and cut a long wound on Feng Chen's palm.

"Ah!!!!" someone screamed.

Blood dripped down and dripped on the young man's face.

The lantern that fell beside the young man was also splashed with blood, and the sweet-scented osmanthus on it was dyed red.

"Are you okay!?" A familiar voice came into Feng Chen's ears, and immediately after, the faces of You Baiyan and Mu Linghan appeared in front of his eyes.

"Is there any medicine?!" You Baiyan grabbed Feng Chen's hand and yelled at the Sizhu with a face full of panic.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sizhu rushed upstairs to find medicine.

Feng Chen shook off him and stood up.

The young man collapsed on the ground with a pale face.

Feng Chen looked down at him, suddenly raised his foot, and stepped on his palm hard.

"Ah!" The young man screamed.

Feng Chen said coldly: "It's ridiculous that he died for someone like you." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the restaurant. Mu Linghan called him a few times, but he didn't seem to hear him.

Beard and Chai Ying stood at the door, staring at Feng Chen.

Feng Chen held his left hand that was still bleeding, looked at them, and said expressionlessly: "Are you following me?"

"Uh...hehehehe..." The other two played dumb.

"Step aside."

"That..." Chai Ying stretched out her hand timidly, pointed to Feng Chen's left hand, and said cautiously: "General, let's stop the bleeding first."

Mu Linghan jumped out of the wine shop, and when he saw the bearded man, he immediately stuffed the wound medicine into his hand.

The bearded man froze, and Mu Linghan gave him a push.

The bearded man scolded him in his heart, but he said to Feng Chen: "It's not worth getting hurt for those idiots, General, don't make things difficult for yourself."

Seeing that Feng Chen didn't move, Chai Ying interjected, "General, don't make trouble, maybe you still want to drip blood all the way, dripping a thread on the street..."

Before he finished speaking, the bearded man slapped him hard on the back of the head.

Chai Ying covered her head and shrank obediently to the side.

Feng Chen took the medicine, sprinkled it on the wound, and glanced behind the bearded man.