As night fell, the lights of Duchasi were brightly lit, and accompanied by the noisy sound of horse hooves, a group of people rushed in.
Duchasi, which was originally quiet, suddenly became lively.
Some people greeted each other, some discussed what to eat in the evening, and some were in a hurry to go home. In the eyes of the world, the soldiers and guards looked fierce behind closed doors, but in fact they were just ordinary people with families and relatives.
In addition to the lively chatter and laughter, the atmosphere was also more lively than in the past. A bouquet of red and white plum blossoms bloomed in the cold courtyard of Duchasi.
Zhu Chuan jumped off the horse holding plum blossoms.
"Master Zhu, you still like flowers." Aribei said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, so I went to pick plum blossoms."
Aribei rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, I'll help Mr. Zhu get to the bedside."
Zhu Chuan sighed and waved it away: "This is for Miss Wanwan."
In the past, Zhu Chuan did often send flowers to Miss Wanwan. He ransacked his house and stole them from the concubine of Concubine Chen in the palace. However, whether they were copied or stolen, they were all rare and famous flowers.
This plum blossom is very common, and it is uncarved, with rough branches and wild branches in the mountains.
"What do you know?" Zhu Chuan snorted again, "This is a good thing that best expresses your feelings at the right time. Let's go and don't delay me. The governor is resting, so I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he held the flowers and rushed to the back house, but just halfway, a whistle sounded in the dark night, making Zhu Chuan stumble with joy, and looked in the direction of the whistle in shock and anger.
A figure appeared on the eaves in the night and gestured to him. This was the secret guard he was familiar with. Then another figure appeared, thin and thin, with fluttering clothes.
This is also someone he is familiar with.
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The door closed with a bang, Zhu Chuan turned around with Mei Hua in his arms and looked at the woman standing indoors.
"What are you doing here again?" He whispered, and without waiting for Qixing's reply, he shouted to himself, "The Star Gazing Pavilion has been built and the Imperial City cannot be entered, so you come here to act wild again?"
Qixing smiled and did not answer, but looked at the plum blossoms in his arms.
"Did you go to Xishan to fold plum blossoms?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch the plum blossoms, "or were they given to you by others?"
Zhu Chuan hid and avoided her hand: "It's none of your business."
Qixing didn't care. He took back his hand and looked at the table. It was different from the first time. At this time, there were snacks and dried fruits on Zhu Chuan's indoor table, and there was even a mud stove to warm tea. Looking inside, he saw a hanging
The hanging gauze curtain reveals a carved bed.
"Your house is so luxurious now." She said, looking at the flowers Zhu Chuan was holding, "it would be better to put some flowers in there."
Zhu Chuan was angry: "This is not me——"
He didn't care about this. He arranged it specially for the Governor. After all, the Governor had rested here several times, so he couldn't look like he had nothing.
but.
He sneered: "This is Duchasi, not your Momen's Linglongfang. Master, we can be as lavish as we want."
Qixing smiled and said nothing. He walked over and put the tea on the stove, picked up a snack and ate it.
"I'm just here..." she said.
She was about to speak, but there was a bang on the door behind her, and Zhu Chuan had already run away with Mei Hua in his arms.
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"Miss Wanwan, look."
Zhu Chuan handed over the plum blossoms with a smile on his face.
Liang Siwan sat on a chair combing her hair, looked over and said, "Did you pick it from the roadside or from the mountain?"
Zhu Chuan Le Dian Dian said: "Young lady is really amazing. You can tell at a glance that this is picked from the Western Mountains."
Liang Siwan said, "You don't have to spend money and you don't have to rob. You can pick whatever you want, right?" She looked at Zhu Chuan with a faint smile, "Zhu Chuan, why are you so perfunctory with me now? It seems that I have fallen out of favor in front of the governor."
Zhu Chuan was said to be at a loss, yet he failed to gain favor? He even caused trouble to the governor?
"It has snowed recently and plum blossoms have bloomed. Men and women in the city use this to express their feelings," he explained stammeringly.
Liang Siwan said: "How can these men and women in the city compare with the governor? They don't have the power or the governor's money, so they can only express their feelings with worthless things. Zhu Chuan, what's wrong with you recently? Who did you learn from? It's not like that at all.
He belongs to the governor."
He really learned it from others... Zhu Chuan was speechless and couldn't speak yet.
"Stop teasing him." Huo Lian walked out of the inner room and said to Liang Siwan, "I'm going out for a while."
He had already changed into his pajamas, but when he saw Zhu Chuan coming, he went in and changed his clothes.
Liang Siwan continued to comb her hair and said, "You're not coming back tonight, are you?" Then she sighed, "It's boring to be alone."
Although these words sounded like complaints or sadness, Liang Siwan laughed after saying them, as if they were such funny words.
Zhu Chuan became even more nervous because of the laughter, but Huo Lian didn't care. She took out the flowers from his arms and handed them to the maids standing by, asking them to insert them, and then signaled to Zhu Chuan.
"Are you looking for me?" he asked.
When Zhu Chuan came in, he only said that he would send plum blossoms, but nothing else.
Hearing Huo Lian's question, Zhu Chuan nodded quickly: "Yes, Commander, if you don't see me, I will..."
Huo Lian passed him and stepped out of the door. Zhu Chuan hurriedly stopped talking and followed him.
The door of the house was closed at the back, but it did not fall into darkness. Instead, the lights were brightly lit, and the figures of the women were projected on the windows, which was particularly beautiful.
Seeing Zhu Chuan looking back, Huo Lian said: "Don't worry, she wasn't angry when she said those words, she was just talking, she didn't have any thoughts."
Oh, Zhu Chuan seems to understand but not quite.
Anyway, it’s all that woman’s fault. Who asked her sweetheart to give her plum blossoms?
Zhu Chuan took a step forward and opened the door angrily. The woman inside was drinking tea. When she saw Huo Lian walking in, she raised her eyes and smiled.
"Good evening." she said.
Zhu Chuan snorted, stepped out and closed the door, not wanting to see the woman's face.
Huo Lian walked in and asked: "What's the matter?...I don't drink tea."
Qixing took back the hand pointing at the tea.
"It's okay." She said, "I'm just here..."
Her voice stopped here.
It seems that he doesn't know what to say.
Huo Lian looked at the empty dessert plate on the table, the gurgling water on the stove, smelled the aroma of tea in the room, and took her words and said, "Come for tea?"
He let out a laugh.
"Miss Boss, you Mo disciples are just plainly dressed, but you are not so poor that you can't afford tea."
Qixing ignored his sarcasm, took a sip of tea, and suddenly said: "I'm very happy today." He smiled and looked at Huo Lian.
Although this woman didn't have many expressions, she could still smile. But today she smiled with crooked eyes, which was rare. She seemed really happy. Huo Lian looked away and heard the female voice continue in her ears.
"Do you know what nine stitches means?"
Nine Needles? That sword? Huo Lian looked at her without saying a word. Was it because she knew what was special about that sword? So she didn't know either?
But she didn't know and wasn't surprised. The man named Luo said that his daughter had not grown up with him and was not familiar with him. Naturally, she was not familiar with swords either.
"It turns out that Jiuzhen is the name given by my mother." Qixing said, "And she thought of it long ago."
Why did she mention her mother again? Huo Lian frowned inwardly. From what Luo Gong said, she could tell that the couple had a quarrel and had no contact with each other.
So what she means is that Luo Gong misses his wife very much and always carries the sword named after his wife with him?
As a child who grew up with her mother, she actually hopes that her father and mother can reconcile?
"My mother..." Qixing said, her voice suddenly dropped, and the smile on her face disappeared, "No wonder she is so sad, she expected and cherished me so much, and I became like that..."
Talking about swords, why are we talking about her again? Who does her mother cherish? What has become of her?
Huo Lian frowned slightly, why was she speaking so inconsistently? Looking at the girl in front of her, tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
That's all. How can a child not miss his mother? What's more, when she watched her mother die, she missed her so much that her words were inevitably confused.
Huo Lian was about to look away when she saw the girl wiping her tears with one finger, looking curiously in front of her eyes, looking and looking, and then suddenly licked it.
"Salty." She looked at him and said, "Tears are salty."
He raised his finger as if it was something strange and wanted to show it to him.
Huo Lian was a little amused and finally spoke: "Nonsense, it's not salty but it can also be sweet."
Qixing said, "This is my first time crying, I don't know." She looked at him and said, "It's not like you have cried so much."
Huo Lian raised her eyebrows and shouted: "Why do I cry so much?"
Qixing said: "When you killed your adoptive father, didn't you cry so hard that the snot came out of your nose?" At this point, he asked again, "What does the snot smell like?"
Huo Lian didn't know if it was anger or something that was surging in his body. It made him angry and confused at the same time, as if he had been poured down a bowl of sour, bitter, and spicy soup. His five tastes were mixed, and in the end he only condensed into a curse word.
His father's.
The one named Luo is the father.
What kind of daughter will I have?
When the man named Luo asked him to hold the sword, did he really want to wait for the daughter to come get the sword, or did he want the daughter to piss him off to death?
