Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian stiffened for a while, sat up abruptly, and stretched out her hand to lift the half-covered bed net a little bit. Even so, she still didn't look like a real man, she could only vaguely see some outlines.

"The situation just now is extremely thrilling, are you injured?"

Even though she got the wife release letter, she still regards herself as a member of the Huan family in her heart. This will not change at any time, and caring for her relatives is also common.

"Slightly injured, it's been bandaged long ago."

As soon as he got closer, Huan Shen could smell the faint sweet scent, as if the fragrant stamens were revealed at the turn of spring and summer, and they were delicate and tender, which made him feel a little bit of wanting to encroach, and he could not wait for it. The person in front of him ate into his belly bit by bit.

Zhuo Lian didn't notice the danger of being close at hand. She didn't even care about wearing embroidered shoes. She got out of bed with her bare feet and lit the oil lamp with a fire fold. Then she turned her head and looked at the man behind her, and saw that he was tall and tall. There was some blood splashed on the bridge of the nose, and the clothes were soaked in water, wet against the body, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Recalling the horrible scene in his mind, Zhuo Lian shuddered unconsciously, and his toes curled up.

Her pair of feet are so small that the slap of an adult man can completely hold them into the palm of his hand, and Huan Shen's eyes seem to be igniting a raging fire, which can burn everything.

He hissed: "Although the weather is hot in the daytime, the ground is wet and damp. Don't catch the cold, otherwise you will have to be filled with bitter medicine."

As he said, he held the woman's shoulders and let her sit down, then grabbed the embroidered shoes from behind, clamped the smooth ankles, and stuffed them a little bit.

Zhuo Lian blushed like blood. She wanted to retract her foot, but due to the injury of the youth, she didn't dare to exert too much effort. After several pumpings to no avail, she said dullly: "You let go. What is it like now!" For fear of disturbing the long-time worker in the shop, her voice was suppressed extremely low.

Huan Shen didn't answer, and put on the embroidered shoes with a straight face, then sat on the round stool and poured a cup of cold tea to moisturize his throat.

"Before, Chai Lang often came to the wine shop. You seldom contact him. Now that the Donggong is collapsed and the Ninh Binh Houfu is also implicated, it is impossible to guarantee that accidents will not occur."

Zhuo Lian nodded slightly, Xingyan glanced at Huan Shen's arm, and found that a large part of the dress was cut there. She couldn't help frowning and leaning forward to take a look, "In addition to the arm, there are other injuries. Reached?"

"No." Huan Shen's eyes flickered, and he measured Zhuo Lian from top to bottom. The woman's eyebrows and eyes were a little nervous, and her slender and thick eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Lianniang, I wanted to understand before I returned to Beijing. The only person I want to marry in Huan Shen's life is you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to marry, I will always be by your side anyway."

"It's too early to say this at the moment. I didn't think about it. Let's wait a few more days." Zhuo Lian deliberately changed the subject. She couldn't tell what she was going to do, just thinking about whether it would be a day or a day.

Huan Shen stood up, supported the smooth table with both hands, and stared at the woman in front of him for a long time. When he saw a little sweat leaking from the tip of his white nose, his heart softened and he didn't mean to continue to persecute.

"Forget it, the left is just spending my whole life with you, I can still afford to wait."

Zhuo Lian took off the towel hung on the wooden frame and gently wiped the sweat off her cheeks. Her heart beat so fast that she didn't even notice when Huan Shen left.

The mouth was dry and astringent. After rinsing with a bowl of salt water, her head was still groggy, and she fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

I don’t know what happened. Zhuo Lian returned to the Republic of China. The wine shop where she had stayed for 20 years was down. Not only was there no one to make wine, the yard was full of weeds and many beggars. She huddled in the house to avoid the rain, as if she couldn't see her, and muttered cursingly.

"Originally, I thought Boss Zhuo didn't have much skill, and it was a pair of skins that made the wine shop famous all over the world. The inconsistencies of the rich and powerful are all the ministers of her skirts, otherwise, why would he come here to buy wine every now and then? I never thought that she fell into a well and died. There is no drink in this street. Those rich people go to the street to buy. Our life is getting more and more sad." A beggar shook his head and said.

"I heard that Boss Zhuo let his family members kill him. Otherwise, how could a good-natured living person who has lived here for decades?

Fortunately, the group of elders with upturned nostrils did not end well. Without diamonds, they had to work on porcelain. The coix brewed by the general officer was poisoned to death. Several foreigner doctors went into battle, but they did not save him. After coming back, now the whole family has suffered, and all of them are in prison. "

Zhuo Lian felt extremely surprised. She was clearly in Da Zhou the moment before, but she did not expect to return to Peking in the blink of an eye.

To those clan elders who killed her, it must be a lie to say that she did not resent or hate. After all, she was just an ordinary family of women and could not repay grievances with virtue like a saint, and she was satisfied to learn that they were not doing well.

Leaving the wine shop along the back door, she stepped on the bluestone slab under her feet and walked to the familiar church. The priest and the nun were not there. Instead, Miss Li was sitting in front of the fireplace with a beautiful eyebrow, with a thick book on her lap, holding a pen in her hand, and tracing and writing something.

Suddenly, she was like a frightened bird, shouting in her throat: "No! Nothing! He is the lone star of the gods, and he has killed countless people. He deserves to die from the poison of arsenic frost, why can he live now?"

Hearing the word Pi. Shuang, Zhuo Lian immediately became sober. She walked up to Miss Li and scanned the contents of the book at a glance, and found that it was the story written by Miss Li, but everything had already changed. , Huan Shen not only was not poisoned, but also took the position of Zhen Guo Gong ahead of time.

Compared with him, the dazzling male and female protagonist in the original book became more and more unbearable. The seventh prince did not make a marriage with Fu Ningqing, so naturally he could not get the support of the eldest princess. Even the prescription that should have been offered by him was offered to the imperial court by Zhuo Lian.

Therefore, the seven princes are not conspicuous among the princes. Even if he married the daughter of the Huaihua general, he cannot be compared with the three princes.

Seeing that the situation of the heroes and heroines is worsening day by day, how can Miss Li, as the author, feel better in her heart? She wants to rewrite the plot, but the ink on the paper will disappear in half an hour.

The more she changed, the more anxious she became. Miss Li showed a blue vein and wrote the ending of Huan Shen again-he would take the initiative to walk into the fire, end his life in Lishan, annihilate all sins, and turn everything into dust.

After writing, she was afraid that the content of the book would be changed again, so she simply threw the book into the fireplace, and the fluttering tongue quickly burned the object to ashes and disappeared completely.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Lian was frightened and opened his eyes suddenly. She reached out and stroked the carved flowers on the head of the bed, and the cold and hard touch gradually calmed her emotions. After confirming that she was still in the Great Zhou Dynasty and not in the Republic of China, she twitched her lips.

It turned out to be a dream.

She came to Dazhou for four full years. She had never dreamed of Miss Li in the past. It was quite interesting to see how she revised her manuscript.

That dream was too real. Before waking up, Zhuo Lian was frightened and sweated a lot. At this moment, he wiped it with a kerchief several times, and his whole body was still very sticky. She sat quietly on the bed for a long while, and there was a halo outside the window, it turned out that it was almost bright.

Zhuo Lian put on his coat and walked to the kitchen. He wiped it with a pot of hot water. Qingmei stepped over the threshold and saw the woman's white back, her eyes almost dazzled.

"Why did you do it yourself? Wait a quarter of an hour or two, how nice is the slave and maidservant?" Qingmei put the tub on the shelf.

"I'm sweating all over, I can't bear it anymore." Zhuo Lian fastened the belt of his belly and replied casually.

Qingmei took the pancreas and walked forward, waiting for the master to wash. Suddenly she thought of something, and said abruptly: "When the slave and maid went out to buy soy milk, I heard that the saint wanted to imprison the prince in the palace of Lishan, but I don’t know why. True or false."

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian's face turned pale, and the dream that she desperately wanted to forget resurfaced.

"Where did you get the news? Don't spread it by mistake."

"How can the slave and maid be sure? But the prince has made such a big mistake, can't stay in the capital properly, right?"

Zhuo Lian shook her head, changed her clothes and walked outside. She knocked on Huan Shen's door. After the door was opened, she whispered, "Can you promise me something?"

Huan Shen was a little surprised, but he didn't even hesitate, and immediately nodded, "What's the matter?"

"In five years, don't go to Lishan, OK?"

Even if an unfounded dream is impossible to achieve at all, Zhuo Lian is unwilling to take Huan Shen as a bet. It is better to prevent it in advance than to be caught off guard.

"Why can't you go to Lishan?" the young man frowned and asked.

"Why get to the bottom, do you agree or not?" The woman clenched her sleeves hard, and as time passed, her complexion became more and more ugly.

"good."

With just this short word, Zhuo Yan's boulder hanging on her chest fell to the real place. As long as Huan Shen didn't go to Lishan, the scenes that appeared in the dream would not happen, and she could live her little life with peace of mind.

In a blink of an eye, another seven or eight days passed, and the news that the prince was about to be imprisoned in Lishan spread throughout the city. Originally, Emperor Dehong wanted to send the eldest son to the palace, but Huan Shen was caught in the wind and coughing even when he was going to court. How could he go on the road day and night?

In this way, the errand fell on others, and Huan Shen was able to stay in Beijing.

When he heard the news, Zhuo Lian was cooking wine in the steaming room. The pot was filled with rice wine made from rouge glutinous rice. The water vapor was like a thick miasma and continued to overflow, but more of it was condensed into water droplets. The wooden pipe drips into the altar.

She brewed rose dew, so the room was full of silky floral fragrance. Before a pot of wine was boiled out, Qingmei hurriedly ran to the front, out of breath:

"Master, the big thing is not good!"

Zhuo Lian frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Ms. Lin and Ms. Yun are gone. The minions are about to turn the old house upside down. They haven't even seen the shadow of Tao. The old lady hasn't gotten the letter yet, so can you tell the truth?"