Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 732 Keeping the lights and the girl

Rong Zheng didn't speak.

Xiao Tingchen came back too early, what's more terrible, he also captured Empress Dowager Rong and Yuan Qin.

Without a prince in his hands, how could he justifiably let the Rong family take control of the throne?

As for King Su of the Northwest...

Who knows how many days it will take him to reach Chang'an?
He has read poetry and books since he was a child and is proficient in the art of war. He knows that his chances of winning are too low.

Since Xiao Tingchen chose to return to Chang'an, it was almost a losing battle for him.

The wine spread between the lips and teeth, extremely bitter.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "There is no turning back when you open the bow. Since you have chosen this road to the sky, even if you may be smashed to pieces in the middle, there is absolutely no reason to turn back."

A strong wind suddenly picked up and blew the flower window open.

The light and shadow were dim, and a few raindrops were blown onto Su Jiu's neck, which was cold and piercing to the bone.

But within a few breaths, the pouring rain poured down, and the noisy torrential rain echoed among thousands of palaces in the imperial palace.

Su Jiu stood up and closed the window, and lit a few glazed lamps.

She said softly: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep and rest. Rong Zheng, can I ask you to go out for a while?"

Rong Zheng smiled warmly.

He stared at Su Jiu, his eyes were full of infatuation, but only three points were missing.

He said softly, "I will stay outside the hall. If sister Su is afraid of thunder, just call me."

Su Jiu was indifferent.

Rong Zheng watched her step into the bedroom inside the bead curtain, the smile on his lips disappeared.

He sighed silently, took out a book from his wide sleeve, and slowly flipped through it to the sound of rain.

There was thunder and rain outside the window, and the lights in the hall fell silent.

The man in white clothes wins the snow, guards the lights, and also guards the girl.

Wait for a rain to stop, and wait for a defeat.

……

The woman in a white dress stood under the eaves of the palace, tall and thin.

There was a white jade and pearl hairpin on the cloud bun, and she was dressed gracefully and elegantly just as that person liked.

She folded her hands on her chest and looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds rolled in the low sky, as if stretching out a slender hand, you could touch the lightning in the clouds.

She stared quietly, the skirt was wetted by the raindrops blowing in by the wind, and she didn't notice it.

The maid stepped forward with a sad face, "Princess, you have been blowing the cold wind here for a long time, if you don't go in again, you should catch the cold."

"Will he feel distressed when I catch a cold?" Yuan Fuxue stretched out his hand into the rain curtain in a daze.

The raindrops hit the palm of my hand, rushing and heavy.

She didn't seem to feel any pain at all, her red eyelids drooped listlessly, and the corners of her brows and eyes were full of resentment.

After a while, she asked, "Where is Rong Zheng?"

"I heard that I came back from the North Tower, and now I am resting in the side hall of the Qianhe Palace, the Princess wants to go and have a look?"

Yuan Fuxue's tone couldn't hide the resentment, "He and Su Jiu are lingering, why should I bother him?"

Saying so, his tone suddenly softened a bit, "If things come true in the future, I allow him to be with Su Jiu, and then give up the position of wife to Su Jiu, will he be able to look at me more? Will he? Can you miss me?"

The girl's eyes were full of expectations, and her humbleness made the maid feel distressed.

The maid warmly comforted: "You don't have to be like this, the princess. I heard that the young master took Su Jiu to the north gate this morning to use her to make Xiao Tingchen retreat. The servant also heard that the Prime Minister hates Su Jiu very much. It seems to be I plan to chop off her hand!"

Yuan Fuxue was stunned, "Su Jiu's hand...was chopped off?!"

"It seems that the specific slaves are not very clear."

A smile suddenly appeared on Yuan Fuxue's pretty face.

Like a fish that has been dry for too long touching a clear spring, it seems like a seedling that is about to wither meets nectar, she picked up her skirt and ran towards the side hall of Qianhe Palace regardless of the heavy rain.

Although she grew up in Northwest China, she was particularly afraid of lightning and thunder when she was a child.

But she is not afraid at all now.

Knowing that the man she liked had a change of heart, she couldn't wait to see him.

In order to see him, she is not afraid of anything!
The girl was drenched all over, and pushed away the fan of Ganhe Gongpiandian.

The hall was lit like beans, and Rong Zheng was sitting under the window, flipping through a book.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the appearance is as cold as the moon in the mountain stream.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, his outline is softer than spring water, he is more dignified and beautiful than any man in the world.

"Brother Rong Zheng!" She called softly, and walked towards him in surprise, "Su Jiu, she—"

"Shh." Rong Zheng didn't even lift his head, he turned a page of the book indifferently, "She is sleeping in the bedroom, please keep your voice down, don't disturb her."

A word that was light and calm, but like a pot of ice slag, it drenched Yuan Fuxue from head to toe.

So cold, so cold, it chilled her even more than the heavy rain when she ran all the way.

The soft heart seemed to be stirred and turned by iron tongs, the pain made her almost breathless.

She looked to one side of the bead curtain.

At the end of the bead curtain is the sleeping hall. Against the wall is a scarlet imperial concubine's couch. Who is it if not Su Jiu? !

She was intact, not even a single strand of hair was harmed, let alone being chopped off!

"Brother Rong...Brother Rong Zheng..." Yuan Fuxue was at a loss, "Why did Su Jiu—"

"I said, let your voice be quieter, don't you understand?" The man turned a page of the book impatiently, "Get lost!"

A cold word.

Yuan Fuxue was completely heartbroken.

She took a few steps back slowly, fixed her eyes deeply on Rongzheng, and ran out of the side hall in grief.

Behind the bead curtain, Su Jiu opened his eyes.

She wasn't asleep.

She picked Liu Yemei, "At this point, Yuan Fuxue is your biggest trump card, right? If you offend her like this, aren't you afraid that King Su will refuse to help you?"

Rong Zheng's eyes are like mountains.

He closed the scroll, "It doesn't matter anymore."

He underestimated Xiao Tingchen, causing him to return to Chang'an earlier than he expected.

He even captured Empress Dowager Rong and Yuan Qin.

As for King Su of the Northwest, who knows how long it will take for his army to reach Chang'an?
Maybe seven days, maybe half a month, but for Xiao Tingchen, three days is enough to capture Chang'an!

One wrong step, one wrong step, he has no chance to come back!
Su Jiu clearly captured the despair in the man's eyes.

She gently bit the lace of the skirt, and the thoughts in the deer's eyes gradually drifted away.

Xiao Tingchen no longer cared about her, even when her hands were about to be chopped off, he was still indifferent.

Who will inherit the throne is no longer important to her.

She smiled complicatedly, and continued to close her eyes and doze off amidst the sound of heavy rain knocking on the window.

……

The embroidered shoes stepped on the accumulated rain, and the splash of water completely stained Yuan Fuxue's heavy skirt.

The pearl and hairpin hair accessories were lost in the long run, her hair was full of black hair hanging down her waist, and a few strands of lacquered hair clinging to her cheeks made her pale and desperate.

She ran to the imperial garden alone, and with the downpour, the water surface of the lotus pond in the imperial garden was a few inches higher, and the green lotus leaves scattered high and low were hit by the raindrops, forming a desolate and sad music.

A length of white silk was thrown onto the beam of the gazebo.

Yuan Fuxue's eyes were distracted, her chin rested on the white silk knot, and she kicked over the embroidered pier with her soaked embroidered shoes.

The string of red bean beads on the wrist broke for no reason, and the plump and round red beans were scattered all over the ground, which was mesmerizing and beautiful.

Red beans are passionate, white clothes are innocent.

Through the mist-like rain curtain, the singer's crooning came from far away in the pavilions and pavilions of the imperial garden:

"Red beans are born in southern China, and a few branches are born in spring.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick..."

She is a girl from Liangzhou in the northwest, and there is no lovesickness for her in the southern country.

May the soul of the fragrance return to its hometown, and never meet Rong Zheng again in the next life...

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Oh, I still haven't written about the old dog ascending the throne today
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