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On the other hand, the Zhuge family is incapable of seeing it. Many people are willing to compare Zhuge's pulse with Lingnan Mu's and Huaiyin's Helian. Chu Qiao knows that the Zhuge family will never be so simple. It is hidden under the gentle cheeks of Zhuge Muqing, which is unfathomable and unpredictable. A three-hundred-year-old glorious giant, its inner is never as docile as it seems. This point is only visible to Zhuge and Zhugehuai brothers.
Most of the generals such as Meng Yi and General Le Xing, who choose to rely on the door valve and close the imperial power, cannot form a system.
Secondly, it is the king of the scattered places.
Twenty years ago, the king of the land of Jiangnan had fought and attacked the imperial clan. As a result, the clan joined forces to suppress it. The Lingxi Lingwang, Jingjunwang, and Yanwangyanshicheng are all survivors after the battle. The great kings of the great powers have already disappeared, and the royal family have been slaughtered. Now they are left, but one in two.
When the Daxie slaughtered the royal family, Yan Wang Yan Shicheng tried to plead for the kings, and it was because of this incident that he was not involved in the king, was expelled and deported from the Zhao’s temple. Change Zhao surnamed Yan, send a place to Yanbei bitter cold, not allowed to return to Beijing.
To this day, a few people still remember that Yanbei Yanwang is also a royal family of Daxia, and Zhao Zhengde grew up drinking the same mother's milk?
Chu Qiao indifferent smile, Zhao Zhengde this emperor can be described as hard work, from the beginning of the great summer of the founding of the kingdom, the imperial power has been falling, compared to the emperors of China's military and political power for thousands of years, it is too much wrong.
At this time, I heard that the front yard had a door open, and the girl’s eyes slammed into the window, her ears erected, and she was quiet.
"Girl, have you slept?"
The voice of Green Willows sounded outside the door, and Chu Qiao promised, and Xiao Yan walked in carefully.
"Girl, cool at night, slaves give you a brazier."
Chu Qiao nodded and asked in a deep voice: "But is the son coming back?"
“Well,” Xiao Xiao replied eagerly. “I heard the little plums who opened the door and said that Shizi went to Jin Xiaolou’s banquet to invite several generals from the camp to eat, and also sent the dancers who sent the adults from yesterday’s season to them. ""
Chu Qiao heard a moment, and looked at the red brazier and stopped talking.
"Girl?" Xiao Yan frowned, "Girl?"
“Hmmm?” Chu Qiao looked up. “What?”
"If nothing happens, will the slaves go first?"
Chu Qiao nodded. "Go on."
"The girl rested early." Xiao Yan shut the door, the wind outside suddenly became louder, slamming through the window, the sound of the front yard gradually became smaller, gradually returning to tranquility.
In the next five days, she will go to the squatting camp to go to work. Yan Yan’s banquet for the squadron’s generals this evening can be imagined.They always say to each other, they must be honest and honest, never conceal, trust each other in their lives, and never feel guilty. However, as they get older, there are things that prevent them from being honest about their exports. For example, her and Zhuge's grievances, her dislike of the aristocratic doctrine and disapproval, and his other appearance outside, letting the waves of the prostitute of the prodigal face.
However, some things will not change, deep understanding of the heart and lungs, and the common friendship will let them always make the best arrangements for each other silently. Although not speaking, but facing the eccentric world outside, they will always be intimate comrades, family members who live and die.
It was like the snowy night many years ago, she was looking for medicine to be beaten, covered with scars, trekking in the snow step by step, carrying his life-saving medicines, trying to fight back with the last glimmer of effort, but in the cold In the garden of Yusen, I saw that I was sick and stunned, but I screamed at her body and whispered her name to find her.
On that day, the thin teenager was full of illness, but decidedly carrying up the scarred girl, her lips were blue, pale, and walked alone in the dark night. Even if he is faltering, his expression is extremely firm.
On that day, he kneels in front of her bed, holding her hand, whispering in front of the girl's eyelids that will faint, this life will not let her be bullied again.
At that time, they didn't even dare to speak loudly at night. However, it was such a promise that was not imposing, but it deeply shocked her mind and let her tie this fortunate life to the blade of his grand plan.
On the second day, when Wei Jing once again brought people to persecute, the young Yan Yan, who had no power and no power, was cut off a little finger. If it wasn’t for Zhao’s arrival, the whole hand might have to break in Wei’s valve. Under the knife.
That night, it was Chujo’s first cry after entering the Golden Palace, and it was the only time.
When she was short of food and clothing, she did not shed tears; when she was bullied, she did not shed tears; when she was whipped and bruised, she only widened her eyes and firmly remembered the appearance of the enemy, not revealing a trace. cowardly. But that day, when Yan Yan was cut off a little finger, but stubbornly refused to show her the wound at night, she couldn't help but cry.
She can endure hunger, endure pain, endure contempt, and endure suffering, because she knows that she will always grow up and always escape from the predicament. She will always avenge herself with hatred. She has patience and time.
But she can't stand the harm of the people around her. The fingers of Yan Yan are broken. Who will cure him?
That night, she cried for a long time, Yan Yan was helpless, and finally she could only hold her awkwardly, pat her back sobbing, holding her right hand and saying that you only broke such a small section, not delaying the sword, not swearing
Mistakenly practiced the knife, did not delay eating, did not delay writing, nothing.This is the first time Chujo has burst into tears after coming to this era, more than the tears in the Zhuge family. After a long time, she realized that she was always alone, even if she had to cherish the children, she still did not have a sense of belonging. But on the day when Yan Yan broke her finger, she suddenly found out that she also had relatives.
Therefore, she can let her emotional short-term weakness.
Both of them are lonely. In this world, there is no one besides each other.
The fire shines on the woman's face, the night is getting more and more stunned, the window is more long and the night is deep. Chu Qiao looked up and looked at the shadow of the tree swaying outside, slowly shrinking on the soft couch, she did not eat at night, and now quietly waiting for someone to knock on the door.
"Achu," Sure enough, after a long while, there was a mellow and gentle voice that sounded outside. "Are you sleeping?"
The girl’s mouth was slightly pulled, and she smiled faintly. There was no sound outside. After a while, she jumped out of the soft couch and ran to the door with bare feet.
The door panel slammed open, no one outside the door, only a carved Nanmu food box, quietly placed on the ground, with a note on it, picked up, is a handy and elegant handwriting, familiar.
"Know that you sleep late, if you are hungry, eat a little. This is the duck of Xiguifang. Go to the oil, don't be afraid of fat."
Chu Qiao looked up and saw the snow in the fluttering snow. A green bamboo umbrella was supported on the head. Under the cloak of the white fox, the green shirt fell, the figure was clear, and gradually disappeared into the dark corridor. between. She was swaying in the snow. For a time, she almost saw the boy who stood on the shore of Chishui Lake many years ago and shouted to help him once again, but not the man who was hiding in the darkness and wearing a gauze.
Perhaps, only in front of her, he will occasionally reveal the look of the year.
He did not change. Just because of her existence, she left a soft land in the bottom of her heart. No one else could get involved, surrounded by high walls, and the courtyard door was closed and she was alone.
Chu Qiao stood in the same place with the food box, and the snow drifted and fell to the sky.
Two days later, it was the tribute of the eight princess Zhao Yuer. The Eight Princesses and Zhao Chetong are born as a mother. They are the most respected princesses in today's royal status. Her sympathy is naturally awkward.
Because of the disputes that hunted on the day, Yan Yan’s patience with this savage woman was gradually exhausted, and it was only a matter of sending a gift to Ajing.
When Chu Qiao flipped through the ceremony, Yan Yan was drinking tea in the hall. I saw a few auspicious words written with respect and respect. The following is a row of gifts: two pairs of Hetian Ruyi, four golden jade lions, and eight horses Song Yujin.
It is neither expensive nor shabby, it is in line with the number of gifts.
Chu Qiao shook his head, I don’t know what it would be like when Zhao Zhaoer received the gift. Over the years, Princess Sui’s love for Yanbei’s son has already spread in the upper circles of the capital. The Queen’s Muhe Nayun has intervened in this matter, but Zhao Zhao’s child is very savage, except for the Yan’s people’s words, and Xia Huang Regardless of the policy, the little princess has become more and more unscrupulous."Guizhi Jiayuan, Yueding Zhushan, Achu, have the opportunity to really go to the Sui and Tang Dynasties to have a look and taste the bamboo mountain wine."
Chu Qiao looked up. Today's sunshine is very good. There is no snow in rare places. In the early morning, Yan Yan called the flower house. The two of them sat opposite each other for a morning. They read books. He was drinking tea, but he was content. Suddenly heard him say this, Chu Qiao nodded and smiled. "Well, have a chance to go together."
Seeing her joy, Yan Yan is also a smile, "A Chu grew up, it must be a generation of beautiful people."
Chu Qiao smirked, "What did you eat today, is your mouth so sweet? Or is it accustomed to the slick mouth outside, and you can’t get back from the way you look like a slut?"
Yan Yan shook his head faintly. "You still don't understand. It's a beautiful flower outside the red and green. It's also a must-have to play. My Achu is the most beautiful woman in the world. No one can."
He said this very naturally, as if to say that today's food is delicious. Chu Qiao heard a slight glimpse, his cheeks were slightly red, and he rarely showed a girl's delicateness.
Despite the intimacy, I have never been exposed to my heart. I have been able to get along with my comrades for many years, but I have no love for men and women. Suddenly listening to Yan Yan said that there are girls who have experienced the two worlds, can not help but some confusion.
"Achu," Yan Yan suddenly looked at her, and looked at her seriously. "You and I have been together for eight years. In the meantime, the good fortune and the common cause, the troubles are followed. Now, everything is about to pass. Waiting for this. Back to Yanbei, we will..."
The words have not been finished yet, and the sound of A Jing’s slight panic suddenly sounded outside the door. “Shi Zi, Sheng Sheng summoned.”
All the lingering emotions suddenly vanished. Chu Qiao suddenly stood up, and the book in his hand slammed into the ground.
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