Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 15
After Song Yan listened, he didn't panic, and he didn't show any emotion. Instead, several people around him quietly tightened their swords.

Chu Shou immediately gave Zao Wou-ki a hand, and reminded softly with a cold face: "Speak carefully."

After hearing this, Shen Yike frowned and raised his hand, a group of hidden guards immediately guarded the two sides with swords in their hands, full of murderous aura.

Seeing that everyone was vigilant, Zhao Wou-ki smiled in satisfaction, raised his chin slightly and looked at Song Yanqing, his eyes were full of disdain and provocation, full of hostility as if he was a different person.

Just like the two of them met at the gate of Hanyuan that day, when he forced Song Yanqing out of Youzhou with just a few words, he could have been at peace with each other, but this person appeared in Kyoto again like a shadow, watching What a bore!

"Three thousand!"

Chu Shou was behind Zao Wou-ki, turned around and called her softly, silently pointed to his tightly clenched hand, and made a movement of blocking his neck with a knife.

Sanqian received the signal, walked quietly behind Zhao Wuji, directly raised his hand and stabbed him without any hesitation... and caught him again.

Chu Shou withdrew his hand secretly, and saw Su Li who was standing beside him with a rabbit lantern not far away, Su Li had already fully seen their small movements, Chu Shou was heartbroken, and said to her: "Miss Su? "

Su Li was stunned for a moment when he heard that he was being called. Although he felt that he would be silenced if he saw something he shouldn't have seen, he still walked forward cautiously when he saw Zhao Wuji faint.

Her eyes were half frightened and half frightened, but when she approached Zhao Wuji, even though she was unconscious, she still had an expression of unbearable pain, her fright immediately turned into concern, and she asked, "Princess... what are your orders?"

Chu Shou smiled at her, and said, "I often heard Qianzhi mention you, if I remember correctly, you lived with him at Fodu Temple?"

Chu Shou frowned slightly, eagerly asking for confirmation.

Su Li immediately reacted, bowed and said: "If the Princess can trust me, Su Li will definitely send brother Wuji back to the temple safely."

After all, Su Li looked at Chu Shou and nodded firmly, indicating that he could.

Chu Shou smiled gratifiedly and was very grateful, "Then there will be Miss Laosu."

"The carriage is over there!" Su Li stepped forward and supported the fainted Zhao Wuji with Sanqian, pointing to the carriage and shouting, the servants of Su's family Ding followed behind him also stepped forward to help him onto the carriage.

Soon, the carriage ran towards Nanshan Fodu Temple in the south of the city.

As for this side, they are still waiting for Chu Shou to clean up the mess.

Looking up, the owner of the restaurant was drilling under the pavilion on the second floor facing the street, with only half of his head exposed, twisting a handkerchief in his hand, anxiously watching the situation at the door of his restaurant, with a nervous and surprised expression, and secretly sighed: Gods fight, why do we suffer from shrimp soldiers and crab generals...

And the diners who were full inside saw a circle of vicious guards around the door, wondering if they had gone to the wrong door, and hurriedly said: "I'm not full, eat more..."

Although the passers-by on the street did not dare to stop, they kept their necks straight and pointed their ears at them, stiffly picking and choosing things from the small vendors. They listened vigorously and walked back and forth along the street.

After all, there hasn't been any new tricks in the capital for a long time, and everyone has long been tired of hearing the old stories and anecdotes.

Today, it was first reported that Princess Ruchuan returned to the capital, and then it was reported that the princess was refused to take the medicine for His Majesty and surrounded the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Everyone reacted: the real boss of the Metropolitan Procuratorate has also returned, and his identity is confusing...

I thought these melons would be enough, but in the evening, there was another two people who felt that the gate of Linzhou was on the verge of daggers, who would win?This thrilling and exciting plot is much more interesting than the drama where you and I live in Yichun, love but not parting.

Chu Shou raised his forehead, frowned, opened his mouth to explain to everyone, and said worriedly: "Qianzhi has been suffering from a disease of stupefaction since he was a child. Sometimes he describes it as insignificant, which is very offensive. Please forgive me, my lords."

After hearing this, everyone felt a little fearful and fearful, and did not dare to accept the word "forgiveness" from the princess.

After Chu Shou was done politely, he was about to turn his head and leave. Remembering that he hadn't finished speaking, he turned around and pointed at the crowd, saying, "Oh, yes, if there is any news about today's incident, one person present will count as one... ..."

After all, giving him a knife in public is already very disrespectful to Zao Wou-ki. If rumors spread all over the capital after waking up the next day, maybe how will he take revenge on her...

In the end, he left a meaningful look at Chen Ji, the only one present who didn't know any secrets, lifted his skirt, turned around, got into the carriage, Ah Shui and Sanqian packed up the low stools on the carriage, and entered the carriage alone , one person sat outside and drove the car, whipped a whip, flying dust, and drove away from Ganlinzhou.

Chen Ji watched the carriage leave, and then he realized that he hurriedly stood up and bowed, "Master Song, Lord Shen, and Lord Mu, I will take my leave first."

After saying that, he ran for his life, and when he heard some words from the heavenly official, he was so frightened that he wished he could kill himself. He only hated that when Wu Zhuo asked him to leave the table, he didn't take the opportunity to run out because he was greedy, otherwise he wouldn't have listened. Go to these and see these.

Even the waiters in the restaurant and passers-by knew how to avoid it, why couldn't I just stand there stupidly and let them say something shocking...

Seeing that the protagonist left one, everyone also quietly dispersed.

Mu Huashu was pinching the sleeve robe with his hands down, his expression still tense, and he asked softly, "Ah Zhi, are you alright?"

"My lord is naturally good for such a small scene, but Mr. Mu... you are not frightened, are you?" Shen Yike helped to take up the conversation.

Mu Huashu heard the meaning of Shen Yi's harsh words, knowing that she was out of control, she shrunk her head and her eyes flickered, turned her head and said harshly to Shen Yi: "My lord...as long as there is nothing to do."

Song Yanqing looked at the carriage going away, and said lightly, "Let's go."

Everyone also got into the carriage and went to the side of the tall tower over there.

@
The branches on the moon are curved like lotus petals curled up in the lake, and the faces of the beauties are covered by faint clouds and white gauze.

The top floor of the tower, that is, the study room, overlooks the night view of the city of Kyoto, like a piece of Milky Way paved in the sky, which is extremely beautiful.

Dotted with stars, the brightest building is Ganlinzhou, with delicious food and wine, and Yichunju, which is near the river, has the best tea and the most beautiful tunes. Sixty-eighty towers sang operas, and a literary meeting was held every ten days. Talented people in Kyoto gathered together to make friends with poetry and learn from others. At that time, there will be a flower boat patrolling the river, and the most beautiful woman in Kyoto will be sitting on the boat...

Song Yanqing came back here occasionally in the early years, and every night she was reluctant to go to sleep, sitting on the window pavilion half a person's height on the terrace, watching the lights go out little by little, and then she fell asleep with peace of mind.

He had thought that one day he would be able to walk in the streets and alleys of this capital city, but he never thought that day would come so soon.

Almost as soon as he came back, Song Yanqing locked himself in the study.

As soon as he entered the door, the whole room was dark, and the moonlight poured in, highlighting the various edges and corners in the room. Only then did he realize that the candles that were originally lit in the room had been extinguished. He raised his hand to try the wax oil, and it was slightly hot. , has not yet formed into tears, it should have been blown out just now.

He wasn't worried at all, as soon as there was any noise from here, the hidden guards guarding outside would rush in immediately, not to mention, it wasn't that easy for him to hang up.

So he took out the fire book, walked to the desk by the moonlight, and bent down to light the candle in front of the desk.

When he sat down and was about to pick up his pen, there was a commotion at the window pavilion on the balcony, and the bamboo curtain was rolled up from the outside. The man moved a few potted plants lightly, turned over, and sat on the window pavilion facing the door of the room. , supporting the pavilion with both hands, with slender wrists.

"Why only order one?"

A familiar voice came, and Song Yanqing began to write, not knowing what to write on the paper for a moment, holding the pen tightly, the ink smeared on the paper, and a large smudge appeared.

"Then why did you blow out all the candles in the whole house?"

After hearing this, Chu Shou looked at the figure of the man sitting in front of the desk, his brows and eyes stretched, his thin lips slightly pursed, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his eyes covered with eyelashes were somewhat sullen, but he was amused, and teased: : "It's the first time you've talked so much with me."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Chu Shou pursed his lips and continued to explain: "You can see people from outside the study, and when you came in just now, you attracted the attention of a door god, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hide outside the window, if you didn't come I'm afraid I'm going to be grabbed by him and thrown off the tower."

Chu Shou laughed a few more times, looked at the man's face from the corner of his eye, and said in a serious voice: "If you don't ask, what can I do for you?"

Song Yanqing put down his pen, folded the ink-stained paper in half and then in half, and moved it to one side.

Then he lowered his head and took out the white jade nine-series chain from his waist, which was no bigger than half a palm, and dismantled it under the desk with his head lowered, and replied in a deep voice: "If you ask me, won't you tell me?"

Chu Shou watched him bow his head and didn't know what to write in his arms. The candlelight cast a shadow on his whole body, broad shoulders and thin neck, thin profile, sharp edges and corners...

Chu Shou shook his head to wake himself up, untied the dark green bamboo tube containing sake at his waist, drank a few sips with his neck straightened, wiped his mouth, and his heart sank, sighing secretly: Oh my god...

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, if it wasn't for the fact that the man was still a bit pretty, he wouldn't be useless, looking at that pretty stinky face, he really wanted to grab him and throw him away...

So he opened his mouth with difficulty: "I... naturally have to say it."

Chu Shou lowered his eyes and lowered his head, his hair also drooped down, his heels hit the wall one after another, and he didn't know where to start when the words came to his mouth, so he didn't know what to say: "I just feel that I must speak clearly, Even if you want to pretend that the two of us met for the first time, you have to pretend to be more comfortable..."

"In these days, I have always regarded you as... as the Ah Zhi in Hanyuan, and I have no fixed number of thoughts."

"But you also know that I don't like this, and if you think about it...you won't feel good either."

"When I saw you lying on the couch in Cangjia City, I really wanted to shake you awake and ask you clearly what happened in the past two or three years after leaving Hanyuan..."

"You don't want to talk to me, but what concerns do you have? Or maybe you just don't want to talk to me...

I have a lot of questions, and I can't finish them for several nights, but if I were to ask them at this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to ask any of them. "

"I know you're angry with me. I'm angry that I failed to keep the promise to leave Hanyuan with you, and even... failed to send you out of Youbei personally."

"I received the birthday gift you gave me, even though I picked it up from the little flowers a few months late... You must be very angry because you threw it all away!"

Speaking of this, Chu Shou was a little choked up. When she turned over the magnolia stalk seeds in the flowers, she was shocked and distressed. She was shocked because she hated herself so much that she threw the hard-earned treasure on the road. On the other hand, what she loves is... no, what she loves is herself... a little scared.

"But in this situation, we all have more important things to do, so before the matter is resolved, you can just be your censor at the Metropolitan Procuratorate at ease. I didn’t want to talk, so I said everything.”

"But you don't have to worry, as long as I'm still here, we won't end..."

At this point, everything she wanted to say was exhausted, the sake in the bamboo tube had run out, her head became blurred, her eyes were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes again, and she was able to sit there with her body propped up, swaying.

Song Yanqing's Nine Links had already been untied, but he was so helpless that he kept picking at his fingers.

The breeze blew past and brought the smell of alcohol over. After Song Yanqing smelled it, she frowned, immediately put down Jiu Lianhuan, got up and walked to Chu Shou.

He picked up the bamboo tube on the side, shook it, looked in under the moonlight, and sure enough, he knew the bottom, he didn't know how to drink, but he had to drink so much.

Chu Shou sniffed, smelled the familiar smell, raised his head with difficulty, put his arms around his waist, and the distance of a few steps was shortened immediately.

His chin rested on his body, he grabbed the man's robe and shook it a few times, tried to open his eyes, his gaze followed his chin, to his lips, the tip of his nose, and then to those flat lake-like eyes, he couldn't hold on anymore, Overwhelmed by the alcohol, he slowly closed his eyes again, but he didn't let go of his strength.

Song Yanqing let her wrap his waist around him, slowly raised his hanging hand, caressed the hairpin on top of her head, and gently pulled it out.

He held it in the hands with clear fingers and turned it around a few times under the moonlight, then his eyes tightened, and he threw it down the window pavilion and into the lake. Little waves.

The moonlight poured down on his straight nose, and slid down the smooth side face. His eyelashes brushed away a shadow, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl in his arms with the moonlight. .

Chu Shou still hugged him tightly, his small face pressed against his body, rubbed against him lightly, and muttered: "Well... I'm sorry about today's matter..."

Song Yan listened, with deep eyes, slender and slender hands stroked her shoulders along the hair, gently put the broken hair behind the ears, around the neck, and pressed the cool fingertips on Chu Shou's hair slightly after drinking. Hot ears are outlined.

It took a while to look down at her face, with complaints in her eyes, and a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes, she said in a deep voice, but her voice was particularly bewitching and alienated: "How many times do you have to apologize for him? Huh?"

Chu Shou turned his head slightly, and muttered, "Azhi"—that was his name.

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes, a teardrop slid down his cheek, and happened to fall on Chu Shou's shoulder, hiding in the soft fabric with the moonlight, enveloping his mood together.

He took advantage of the situation to hug her tightly, yearning for the short-lived warmth in his arms, and his eyes were lonely. In fact, it was a thousand times more difficult for him to talk to her than what Chu Shou realized. It was difficult for a sober person to bite his lip and tremble. Ask a sentence:
"Why didn't Qingqing ask me if my heart still hurts..."

The voice of missing is too deafening, deadly yet charming, only the moon in the cloud can hear it clearly.

　I write very well (under self-hypnosis)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)