He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

*Jun Yang

The wind and sand in the northwest was very strong, whining like a ghost howling, and it hurt people's faces.Yang Jun stood blankly outside the barracks, and the iron-blooded soldiers in the tent were weeping around a thin coffin in the middle.

The Dushan jade tightly held in his hand suddenly fell into the ice.

For a moment, he felt the suffocation and confusion of being drowned by He Xichen in Luanlingxiang when he first met, as if he was a catastrophe.

In the cold weather, He Xichen's appearance didn't change much, but his lips were a little bit bruised.He closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap at noon in the Imperial College, and would suddenly open his eyes to startle everyone who sneaked up on him.

Yang Jun leaned down to look at He Xichen lying in the coffin, and smoothed his messy hair: "His Majesty ordered Li Buyi to return to the imperial court urgently, and the poor should not chase after him..."

"Why didn't you wait for me, I finally asked for this oral order, why...don't wait for me?"

"Li Liandong, you were the one who provoked me first...you dragged me into the water, and then you didn't care about my life or death."

"Li Buyi, I really have you!"

*Liu Xi

The night before He Xichen's expedition, Liu Xi rushed from the fiefdom to Chang'an at full speed, his eyebrows covered with ice and snow, and the first thing he said when he came to the General's Mansion was: "Marry me."

He wrote many letters to He Xichen, and sent many rare things. He broke his affection into pieces and put them in them, for fear that he would not like them.It was the first time for him to like someone so much, of course, the grace of saving his life had to be promised by his body!

Liu Xi prides himself on being a veteran of flowers, and he has never seen any provocative moves before. He has always only provoked others to the point of not wanting to eat and drink. How can he think of He Xichen eighty-ninety times a day like this now? It's really useless. !

If there is no interest, there will be no interest.He happily sent the newly acquired Coral Yushu Express Horse to the General's Mansion.

But all of them were returned.

It doesn't matter, the future is long!Liu Xiqiang locked everything in the warehouse with a smile on his face, and then thought about writing a love poem to He Xichen.

"I will convince my father, and then let His Majesty grant the marriage, I will—" Liu Xi wanted to hold his hand, but he was afraid that his hand, which was red from the cold wind, would be cold to him, "You...don't reject me .”

I will protect you, I will make you happy, I really... I really like you.

"Your Majesty is just joking." Even in the face of life and death, he was still so resolute and ruthless.

His heart fell straight down, as if it had been frozen into an ice lump by frost and snow.

*Lin Shenzhou

"Come here, Shen Zhou, it's not easy, from now on he will be your young master, you should stay with Buyi and protect him well." The general waved his hands, and he ran over quickly, bowing his head respectfully.

The young man who was leading the mule and wearing a bamboo hat smiled: "It's not easy to be next to Li."

"Next..." He bit his tongue and knelt down in front of the young man, "Little Lin Chenzhou."

Summer day always comes very quickly.

Lin Chenzhou opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the gauze above his head, and wiped off his cold sweat with cold hands and feet.

He was woken up.

He dreamed of the young master who just came back from the mountain, standing in front of the lavender flowers in the general's mansion, snoring the gray-brown mule's mane with his slender palms, and whispering intimately in the mule's ear.The snow-white thousand-petaled flowers and leaves were in full bloom, and his young master only took a few glances at the jade-colored glazed tiles, both of which stood alone under the blue sky and white sun.

Lin Chenzhou heard a chuckle through the window lattice, and the moment he lowered his head in a panic, he woke up from a dream and was in a daze.

There is nothing wrong with this, after all, people cannot control their dreams, and things in dreams cannot be said to be presumptuous.But Lin Chenzhou always felt Qi Qiran, as if he accidentally offended that person.

Trembling, he fetched a bucket of cold water from the well and poured it over his head, only to wake up from the hallucination.

It was already dawn, Lin Chenzhou came back to his senses suddenly, washed and changed quickly, pulled the mule out of the stable, and shouted loudly: "Master! Hurry up! It's too late!"

His movements froze.

No one will respond to him again, shouting "Come here!" Like a gust of wind passing through the bamboo forest, he will run out of the back door of the general's mansion and jump on the cart behind the mule.

He didn't protect his young master well.

His young master died.

*Qu Lingfang

"Xu Jiling, why did Chang'an City change after I came out of the mountains? Hey, let me tell you, I found the descendant of the Medicine Queen who lived in seclusion in the mountains! He's so thrilling! So exciting! I almost couldn't come back! I won't tell you anymore, I'll go find Lian Dong!"

"...Xu Yan, don't lie to me, this joke is not funny at all."

"If you do this again, I will be angry!"

"Oh——" Qu Lingfang suddenly realized, "I see, then I... go home first, my father is still waiting for me."

He was carrying a bamboo basket, in which was carefully placed a beautiful double-petaled snow red plant, ignoring Xu Yan's call, gritted his teeth and walked to the general's mansion, tears streaming down his face silently.

*ugly

The black cat Chou'er's meat pads are darker than ordinary cats, because there is rouge painted on it by He Xichen on a whim, and plum blossom marks are left all the way as he walks.To this day, Ah Fei still paints its paws with rouge.

After eating, Chou'er jumped on the edge of the window and meowed outside as usual.

Ah Fei scratched its chin: "He won't come back."

Just like the opera sung in Zhanjianxuan, Mr. Li of the Li family is a martial arts star who descended to earth, and after many calamities, he naturally returned to the immortal position.

*Jiang Baptist

"I didn't expect that you betrayed us in the end! Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors! Great treason!"

Jiang Jin, who was kneeling on the ground, drooped his eyelids, indifferent: "Master Fan, a gentleman is in the world, there is nothing suitable for him, nothing else, righteousness is comparable to him."

"Do you dare to say that what you do is "moral"?Do you dare to say that you have no selfishness?For that damned Li Buyi, you became such a ruthless person! "

Jiang Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes were determined: "Mr. Fan Ge, be careful with your words!"

"Okay! Song Yan is like this too! You are all like this!" Fan Weizheng laughed back angrily, "Under the whole world, only the crown prince is the orthodox destiny. Disorderly ministers and thieves dare to think about it!"

"……Different road non-phase plan."

Jiang Chen's tone didn't change at all, and finally he bent down deeply and walked away.

The pear branch inserted in the blue and white porcelain withered, leaving only a bare wooden strip.Jiang Chen still changed the water for it every day, as if changing it frequently would bring it back to life.

*Liu Qi

The night passes through the window lattice carved into acacia flowers, and spills into the Funing Hall.

Liu Qi didn't sleep very peacefully. In his dream, a person asked him beside the smoky river: "Is the person standing in front of me now Brother Qi Xian or His Highness Six?"

presumptuous!He has already ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, who is this person, who dare to call him that?

"Huh? Brother Qixian, why are you here?" Someone patted him on the shoulder, Liu Qi turned around abruptly, and thousands of fireworks suddenly burst into the night.

The visitor had a Rakshasa mask on his face, his clean and slender fingers were pointing at the charming thin red, and his cold eyes could only be seen from the two holes.

"Brother Qixian, I can't find the way, please help me lead the way."

His insane father, Shanqin, gave him the small characters Qixian, he never told anyone, how could this person know?

Liu Qi was puzzled, but couldn't help holding his hand, and said while wiping the rouge from his fingertips: "Follow me carefully, don't get lost again."

"Brother Qixian, the pot of Jiuyun Spring Wine was good last time, when will you bring me another pot?"

"There are wine cellars in the palace. If you want to drink, you can go there to get it."

"What's so funny about that?"

"Are you embarrassed too? Mr. Li?"

Liu Qi suddenly fell to the ground top-heavy, and slowly woke up.

Oh, it's Li Buyi...

The shelves are filled with precious porcelain antiques, and a divine judgment mask and a paper fan with a white jade fan pendant are placed out of place among them, shining dazzlingly under the moonlight.Liu Qi stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, stared blankly, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

Mr. Li, you are wrong, not everyone regards "life" as "good".If the fire in the stove spread out back then, I think I would have been very happy at that time...

*Xu Yan

Xu Jiling didn't know until his death whether the young general who never looked back heard his sincere feelings.

* Zhang Zhi

The carriage hurriedly embarked on the road back to Chang'an City.Zhang Zhi, who had been homeless for ten years, was recalled to Chang'an after the new emperor ascended the throne. At this time, he was very old, but his bones were still strong, and he could eat two bowls of dry rice every meal.

"The ancient road of Chang'an has not changed at all." Zhang Zhi said looking at the yellow sand outside the window.

"Hmm... It's changed a bit." He thought, "I thought that kid Lian Dong would wait for me at the gate of the city with wine when I came back."

After being demoted for several years, he and Fan Weizheng finally parted ways.Chang'an City is no longer the Chang'an City he expected. Friends are scattered, things are different, people are scattered, and people are dead. After a hundred years, everyone will turn into a handful of loess.

It's so boring.

He rubbed his dry eyes, took out a pot of Zhuyeqing from the black wooden drawer and drank it for himself.

"Little friend Liandong, without you, who else can be with me...to be drunk with me?"

*Xu Jijiu

This year's freshly baked Dushan Jade Gentleman is parading the streets again, and the atmosphere is lively.Since He Xichen sang "Long Lovesickness" that time, it seems that he has to sing it once before he can be regarded as a beautiful Dushan jade gentleman.

Xu Jijiu closed the doors and windows angrily, and said bitterly: "Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog! It even disturbed me to compose the music! Hmph!"

Can everyone sing "Lauvignon Blanc"?It's fine for Li Yichang to sing, but what are you guys?Xu Jijiu thought harshly.

He is over half a hundred years old, and his dog's temper is still the same.At the beginning, he hated He Xichen. It should be said that there are few people in this world that he likes.

But Xu Jijiu had to admit that He Xichen had barely caught his eye, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the city to play "Departure Order" for him as a farewell gift.

The noise outside the door was getting closer and closer, Xu Jijiu held back for a long time and finally couldn't hold back, opened the window and poured a basin of water.

* go with it

Looking at the chess game in front of him, the young man thought for a long time and couldn't help asking: "Master, have you broken this game yet?"

It took a long time for Xuebinshuanghuan's mind to go with him before she said slowly: "It's broken, it's broken a long time ago."

He picked up a black chess piece and made several moves without thinking. Seeing that the situation became more and more clear and the white chess piece was at a loss, he suddenly withdrew his move.

"Master?" The young man raised his head suspiciously.

Suiquzhi sighed, retracted the sunspot, and touched the dim cinnabar mole on his forehead: "I can't bear it, the last step, I can't bear it anyway."

*Song Yan

Song Yan, courtesy name Dezhi, was born in Wuxian County, Suzhou. He rarely had the elegant title of "Mingyue".