Chapter 10 Youqifang

Han You finally knew what regret was and what was the consequences of self-eating. From the beginning, she knew that her life and death were just a step of her father, she regretted it. Even earlier, since she woke up in the Xuanhua bush and faced those ambitious eyes, she had already regretted it.

"The fragrance!" Someone sighed in her ear and opened Han You's trembling arms tightly, and then her whole face was buried in the grassy embrace.

"Yifang, Qifang..." Yanzhi slowly patted Han You's back, as if coaxing a child: "Your choice is not necessarily wrong, at least you can avoid those disturbances..."

"No." Han You said in a muffled voice, "I'm not a 'qifang'! I don't want to avoid the disturbance, I don't want to..."

"Okay, okay, we don't want it, don't." He squeezed Han You's scattered hair: "Then let me put it another way. You should know the truth of 'bystanders'. Now you are far away from the center of right and wrong, don't you see more and farther? Can't you help the emperor... do more?"

Han You suddenly looked up,

He squeezed his thin lips and looked at her. His pupils were gentle and calm, as if he threw anything into it, he could not stir up the stars.

However, Han You understood, and she was sure that she understood the meaning of his sentence.

It's ridiculous that two strangers are bound together inexplicably, but in a few days, there is such a tacit understanding?

Think about it, persuasion works!

Han You didn't say a word and lowered his eyes.

Ren Yanzhi picked up her hand, and she obediently leaned next to him.

"Let's go in."

Listening to him, Han You only noticed that they were standing in front of the gate of the station, with a grin on their faces, so just now...

She looked around anxiously,

It's okay. This post station is very remote. There are no passers-by. There are only three or two handymen. They seem to be deaf to everything about Shicai, sweeping the floor and tying the horse...

But this spotless bluestone slab needs to be swept again and again?

But Yanzhi coughed softly,

These people seemed to have noticed the existence of the two people, stopped their work one after another, and rushed over one after another,

"General!"

"General, why did you come back?"

"Is the general tired?" This sound, how surprised, attentive, er, fake enough.

Yan Zhi looked around with a smile: "Where's Fubo?"

"Isn't this the general you want to come back? Fu stewor went to the city!"

"That's it." Yan Zhi's head: "You guys go and prepare the soup first. My wife and I have to take a bath and change clothes."

"Madam?!"

Those handymen obviously get along well with Yan Zhi. They know that because they are engaged to the princess and without the royal permission, Yanzhi can't even have a concubine. Why did Mrs. say that?

Yan Zhi was not kind. She saw that other people's eyes were about to stare out, and her mouth was even more exaggerated. He raised his eyebrows slightly without explanation and dragged Han You straight into the door.

A few people also followed up quickly,

"General, Mutang has been prepared for a long time. Now you go..."

"Inv with your wife first." Yan Zhi straightened Han You's temples sideways, and her fingers stopped on her cheeks and said softly, "It's dusty all the way. It's uncomfortable. Go and wash it!"

I don't know when he added this problem and moved his hands and feet at any time. These days, the two occasionally rest on the road. Han You always felt that someone was touching her face. The temperature of the palm repeatedly depicts her facial features, but this touch is also a little There is no erotic meaning, but just a simple touch, just like rubbing a baby that is about to be lost.

There are still people. Han You pushed him away and followed a servant into the room.

This post station is a three-entry manor. Although it is not very big, it is also complete. The first entrance is mainly the hall of the meeting guests; the second entrance is the living area, which is divided into the east wing and the west wing, where soldiers and handymen live. Han You followed the sling and opened the last door.

Well, a table collapses, refreshing and refreshing, without a little complicated cloth, the house is really like its owner.

"Well, husband, madam, this is the main house. The general lived here when he came."

"Isn't this a post station?"

"Ah?" The young man touched her head and explained to her, "It was originally a post station, but later the court repaired it better elsewhere and abandoned it. Then the general bought it.

"That's it." Han You nodded with a smile.

The bathroom is located at the back of the main room, which is specially designed.

The little man filled the bathtub with hot water and carefully put the soap corners, bath towels and other things on the side.

"Madam, the general doesn't have the habit of calling maidservant, so no one..." This little servant is only twelve or three years old. His cheeks are red and he speaks like mosquitoes. What an interesting child.

"Well, go, I don't have the habit of having someone servo!"

"Okay, okay..." The little boy went out in a hurry and remembered something. He turned around and said, "Madam, don't go far. You have something to say!"

The door is closed,

Han You just untied the belt and tried the water temperature, and it was just right.

The whole person was stuffed into the bucket, and the acid and softness accumulated on her body these days was finally relieved. She squatted down and nestled in the corner of the huge bathtub, which warm water wrapped her from head to toe and eroded. She raised her head. It turned out that it was this scene to see the world from the water. A few rays of light fell in, reflecting the floating hair in the water, reflecting the enchanting color. Han You stretched out her hand and tried to hold the light. For a moment, she thought she had held it and dimmed around. But when she let go a little, she found that it was just a virtual image, and she couldn't control it, just as she couldn't control her own destiny.

Sugly,

The black ground above the head was covered, directly interrupting Han You's game.

A pair of big hands picked her up. When she wiped the water curtain on her eyelids, it was facing the bottomless black pupils.

"Ah~~~" Han You subconsciously screamed and buried his shoulder back in the water.

"What were you doing just now?"

Yan Zhi seems to be angry?

"...you, why did you come in?" Han You coyed and looked at him.

"Why did you do that? Haven't you figured it out?" Yan Zhi leaned over and squeezed Han You's shoulder heavily, which was painful.

"I just want to ask you what you want to do? So fierce! It hurts so much..." Han You stared at him aggrievedly.

"You are not..." He stared at Han You, as if he had to come up with some clues. After a while, he let go of his hand.

"What isn't it?" Han You rubbed the place where he pinched the pain.

"No, no..." Yan Zhi stood up straight, was looked at by those innocent eyes, and turned around uncomily: "It's okay. I'm here to change your clothes. It's okay, it's okay!"

Han You looked at the stack of brand-new clothes, looked back at Yan Zhi, and frowned: "Since it's been sent here, why don't you go out? What's the nerve?"

Han You was indescribably proud to see that the God of War, who had been regarded as a god in the past, was scolded by her.

Of course she knew what he was angry about: he thought I was going to commit suicide!

A wry smile, or his fragility and helplessness in recent days have been revealed in front of him, causing him to have this illusion.

But I have died once!

Han You said to himself: "I didn't know that I couldn't die until I died. My life turned out to be of great value. I'm not really hopeless. I haven't even laid a flower in front of Duguhong's grave.

So, I have to live well, but I have to live well.

There is a half-person-high bronze mirror in the bathroom, but unfortunately it is covered with layers of dirt and darkness.

Han You saw his naked body reflected in it, and suddenly felt that it was not real. The people inside didn't look like him.

The eyelids are swollen, the skin is yellow, and the pipa bones are deep and clear, just like, yes, like those hungry people described in the book.

When I put on my clothes, I suddenly found that the plum-shaped birthmark on my arm was fading. The red was no longer dazzling, but like a residual sun that was dissipating, dying on rough skin.

Rough? Yes,

How did my skin become so rough in just a few days!

Sun and rain? Or are you not satisfied with the water and soil?

Han You speculated about the cause of all these changes,

However, soon after she really knew the reason, she knew that it was just the beginning of the nightmare.