Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1032 Be Your Servant

"It's really rare, you also have time to read." Su Jiu sat down opposite him, and poured wine seriously with his sleeves rolled up, "What book are you reading?"

""Ce Fu Yuan Gui" talks about political affairs and history." Xie Rongjing put the book aside with a smile, "It's already autumn, and the nights in the mountains are very cold, why did you come here?"

"I heard that you are leaving, so come here to see you off." Su Jiu drank alone.

The fine wine made exclusively for royal hunting is thick and intoxicating, and the alcohol is very strong.

Su Jiu's drinking capacity is neither good nor bad, after two cups, the corners of his eyes are gradually stained red, like peony petals.

She held her chin and smiled, "Speaking of which, we have known each other for ten years."

In ten years, the young man on the opposite side has long since faded away from Jinling and Qinhuai's glamor and innocence. What is serious and solemn is not only his appearance, but also his tempered heart.

He is already a calm, steady and personable man.

In Chang'an city, who doesn't know the good name of Lord Xie's family?

"Ten years..." Xie Rongjing also smiled, with deep nostalgia hidden in his phoenix eyes, "The group of classmates back then went their separate ways, and I have forgotten which year the last reunion dinner was. The full moon is not a night In between, the fall of the flowers in late spring does not happen overnight, you say that between people, how can you say that they just disperse?"

Everything was silent, and the sound of partridges came from outside the tent, making the mountains and forests even more quiet.

After a moment of silence, Su Jiu rubbed his brows and smiled lowly, "If you think about it, you also know what Xiao Tingchen intends to send you to the ghost prison for. He is such a powerful person, and no one can comment on what he decides."

She took a big bowl and filled it with wine, a bright and sharp light appeared in her eyes, "This bowl of wine, I respect Lord Hou for exile for three thousand miles, and I will devote myself to Dayong. It is famous in the border!"

Xie Rongjing laughed loudly, and readily picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Su Jiu poured a full bottle of wine again, and his eye circles were red, "This bowl, I'm paying respects to the old people in Jinling, and when the mountains and rivers are settled, we'll come to share the beauty of the moon!"

"This bowl, I respect you and my ten years of friendship. You are upright and magnanimous. Fengyue has nothing to do with it!"

Xie Rongjing just looked at her and laughed until tears came out.

He raised his head and drank Su Jiujing's wine with no regrets or fear in his eyes.

The tent smelled of alcohol, and two quarters of an hour was just a flick of a finger.

Su Jiu was already very drunk.

Xie Rongjing carried her to the couch, and covered her carefully with a thin blanket.

Rough palms caressed the girl's fair forehead, and Danfeng's eyes concealed the love accumulated over the years, which was deep and immortal.

He knelt down in front of the couch on one knee, carefully holding Su Jiu's hand.

"Su Xiaojiu, I have never served Xiao Tingchen, let alone the Great Yong Dynasty. My allegiance has always been to you alone. If you are exiled for three thousand miles to go to a ghost prison as an internal response, it will protect the stability of the mountains and rivers, and protect you and your family. The man you love is safe and sound, then I am willing to accept the punishment of exile. If my life can be exchanged for yours, I will also surrender my life without hesitation."

"Ten years of acquaintance is not enough, I want to be neighbors with you for another ten years, 20 years, 30 years, 40 years, forever..."

"Su Xiaojiu, ten years of love, although it's irrelevant, I always love you, and I will always love you for the rest of my life. In this life and in the next life, I will be your servant."

He bowed his head and kissed the girl's fingertips reverently.

The hour has come, Xie Rongjing slowly stepped out of the big tent.

This night was full of wind and dust, and the soldiers and horses galloping on the official road scared away the crows in the forest. The man with the color of the spring dawn had a stern look, and he looked up at the lonely moon in the sky.

That night, the star river was broken, and the emperor in the black dragon robe sat on the top of the mountain, cooking wine with bare hands, and laughed and talked about the wind and the moon with the man in Taoist clothes.

This night, the smell of wine fell into a dream, and the girl who had changed her face was lying drunk in the tent, the candlelight reflected in her eyes, and the teardrops gushing out reflected the ruggedness and majesty of the years.

That night, the Southern Kingdom was in turmoil, and the old female grand master sat alone and wept, lamenting that the king abandoned their homeland, and lamenting that the century-old royal family would eventually perish.

That night, snow fell in northern Xinjiang, and the tall and young foreign general in brocade clothes walked at night, overlooking the prosperity of the Central Plains from the city wall, and the gilded lamps turned into blood in his eyes.

One leaf knows autumn.

The bone-stealing coolness pervades the night, and the white dew condensed on the leaf tips gradually turns into light frost.

Snow falls in the northern part of the country, and clothes are added in the southern part of the country. It is already true autumn.

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"Tsk, my younger sister started to snooze after autumn, what should I do in winter?"

The dragon tent in Qianhe Palace was warm, Xiao Tingchen sat cross-legged on the side of the couch, and leisurely poked the girl's face with his fingers.

Su Jiu rolled into bed, even his voice was tired, "I haven't slept enough yet, don't make trouble."

Xiao Tingchen likes the soft voice with a hint of hoarseness.

He lifted the bright yellow satin quilt, "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be a banquet in the palace at night. As the No. 1 in the harem, my sister should dress up beautifully. Get up quickly and ask Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang to find you a beautiful palace dress."

Su Jiu covered his mouth and coughed a few times, propped up on the bed and sat up.

Xiao Tingchen put on her a fragrant concubine-colored embroidered outer dress with branch patterns at the right time.

He lowered his eyes and straightened her clothes. Since Xie Rongjing left, the girl seems to have become thinner again. When she wakes up in the morning, she can't stop coughing, as if she wants to cough up her heart, liver and lungs.

All kinds of rare tonics were sent over like water, and the dry and palaces were made warm like spring, but there was no effect.

After washing and changing clothes, Xiao Tingchen practiced knife skills in the garden for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead and came back to have breakfast, but saw Su Jiu sitting in front of the window, seriously writing with a pen.

He walked over and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her hair habitually, "What are you writing?"

He only had time to see the beautiful lower script with hairpin flowers in his hand, and before he could read the contents carefully, Su Jiu had already covered the rice paper with quick eyesight and hands.

She was a little annoyed, "Even couples should respect each other's privacy, how can you peek at my writing?"

Xiao Tingchen knocked her on the head amusedly, "Sister's person and heart belong to me, what else can I not see? In the whole world, only you dare to talk to me like that. Stop writing, come here and use meal."

Saying that, he took Su Jiu's hand and led her to the round table.

Breakfast has always been hearty, but Su Jiu has lost his appetite for the past few days. After eating two dumplings stuffed with shrimps, he couldn't eat any more. He was coerced and lured by Xiao Tingchen, and he came to feed him himself, so he barely ate half of it. Bowl of blood bird's nest.

Xiao Tingchen patted her head and laughed at her, "I remember my younger sister just came to Wuyi Lane when she was young, and she craved braised pork the most, why now—"

Before she finished speaking, Su Jiu's face became more tired, and she suddenly hugged Xiao Tingchen's waist.

Xiao Tingchen smelled a strong smell of blood.

He lowered his eyes, and the girl's palace skirt was smudged with large swathes of blood.

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(End of this chapter)