Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1071 Winter is gone and spring is coming, why are you still awake?

The small book building stands by the pond, and the couplets of "the world follows the flowing water, and it is a dream to live forever" are mottled and old.

The low wall transformed by Xie Rongjing stretched between the two courtyards. The lights of Mingde Courtyard were on, but the opposite courtyard was still dark and silent.

Xiao Tingchen carried Su Jiu into the dormitory, the green bamboo couch was still the old one, the varnish peeled off and the bamboo wood turned yellow, and the Korean paper covered on the Ruyi Linghua window lattice was also yellow. Under the reflection of the old candlestick, it has a special spring night charm.

A clean and warm white quilt was spread on the couch, which smelled of the spring sun.

Xiao Tingchen put Su wine on it, fetched hot water himself, and wiped her body.

He sat on the embroidered pier, his eyes were gentle and calm, and Repa wiped the girl's hands and feet as carefully as if he was wiping precious porcelain without any blasphemy.

"Third Uncle is getting old..." Xu was afraid that Su Jiu would be bored, so he whispered subconsciously, "When he laughs, there are fine lines at the end of his eyes. Although he is still handsome, I look at him and look thinner. He cares a lot Sister, every time I look at you, the circles of my eyes are always red. I know that he didn't shed tears because of my presence. My sister is not filial and asks the elders to worry about you. For the rest of my life, you and the third uncle don't know There are still a few chances to meet, if my sister doesn't wake up, we will return to Chang'an City, the journey is long and slow, and he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to see you again."

The cold rain knocks on the window, and the spring night in the south of the Yangtze River is always rainy.

Xiao Tingchen changed Su Jiu into clean and soft pajamas, and hugged her into the deep bed.

He put down the curtain casually, sniffing the girl's unique light fragrance, his mood was extraordinarily peaceful in the rainy night.

The candle was gradually burning out, he poked Su Jiu's tender face with a gentle smile, "'The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty', tomorrow morning, I will buy an apricot blossom for my sister Wear."

Xiao Tingchen lived in Jinling City with Su Jiu for ten days, and visited almost all the places they visited when they were young, but the girl still showed no sign of waking up.

The luggage back to Chang'an has been packed, Xiao Yu is sitting in the flower hall of Mingde Courtyard, looking into the depths of the bead curtain, Xiao Tingchen is holding Su Jiu and sitting on the Luohan couch by the window, holding a piece of peach blossom cake, teasing her with a smile.

"Did my sister smell the scent of peach blossom cakes? You used to like them very much. Every time you got monthly money, you would secretly go to the old courtyard to buy a piece to try it out. Now I bought you a whole plate, why don't you refuse?" Have a taste?"

Su Jiu couldn't answer him.

He chuckled a few times, and ate peach blossom cakes by himself, stuffing them into his mouth one by one, not too sweet at all.

Those peach-blossom eyes were bloodshot, as if hiding madness, which was a sign of gradually losing hope.

Xiao Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to show the majesty of an elder, "I heard that Xiaojiu already has a son, I think she should be very concerned about it. How about letting the child coax her, maybe it can wake her up? "

Xiao Tingchen stopped eating the peach blossom cake.

With joy on his face, he hugged Su Jiu and murmured, "Yes, my sister still has a child, how can you bear to leave him alone in the world? You should wake up immediately, teach him to read and write, and take good care of him in the deep palace." look at him..."

He held Su Jiu's small face, and kissed her bright red lips cherishingly, "I'll take you back to Chang'an right away, I'll take you back to Chang'an right away..."

He picked up Su Jiu and almost staggered out of the house, "Let's go, let's go back to Beijing!"

Jing Zhe, who was squatting under the eaves, hurriedly stood up, "Didn't it mean that I just returned to Chang'an? Master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Tingchen suddenly turned his head back, his expression twisted ferociously as if he wanted to eat people, "I said I'm going back to Chang'an now, don't you understand?!"

Jing Zhe shrank her neck, and hurried to catch the carriage in fright.

Shuang Jiang came over with hot tea and looked at Xiao Yu puzzled, "Third Master?"

Xiao Yu shook his head, "Listen to him, don't provoke him on the way. I see that he is in a very bad mood now, if Xiaojiu doesn't wake up..."

Shuang Jiang's heart sank to the bottom.

The motorcade rushed back to Chang'an during the starry night. As soon as they entered the palace, Xiao Tingchen ordered someone to carry Su Ran to the bedroom.

The little guy is already one year and five months old. He is born with early wisdom and intelligence. In addition, Xue Chengcheng is a good teacher, so he can already speak a lot of words.

He was carried to the dragon couch by the nanny, and staggered to Su Jiu's side.

Xiao Tingchen took Su Jiu's hand and said hoarsely, "Su Xiaojiu, your son is here."

Ran Ran lay beside Su Jiu, reaching out her chubby little hand to touch Su Jiu's face.

Curiosity was hidden in the black grape-like round eyes, and he blew into Su Jiu's ear, with an immature and ignorant voice, "Mother, play...Mother, play..."

Xiao Tingchen stared at the girl nervously, not letting go of any subtle expression on her face.

But no, her eyebrows remained the same, and even her eyelashes never trembled.

She was breathing evenly, her chest rose and fell gently, she was clearly still alive, and could clearly hear them talking, but she still refused to wake up...

Ran Ran was still calling "Mother" softly, Xiao Tingchen's face sank little by little, the little hope hidden in his heart was quietly shattered, leaving only boundless shame and rage.

He got up abruptly, kicked down the sandalwood table, and crazily knocked down twelve Hunan embroidered screens and the antique shelves displayed in the hall. The antique jade wares were scattered all over the floor, shattered into a mess.

The palace people were so frightened that they knelt tremblingly, and even Ran Ran burst into tears.

Xiao Tingchen's eyes were red, as if he was still puzzled, he pulled out the narrow knife and cut the bead curtains into a mess, and finally held Su Ran with one hand and put the narrow knife across his neck with the other, "Su Jiu, if you don't wake up fucking, I killed your son!"

The dragon couch is quiet.

The girl fell asleep, ignoring his hysteria.

Needle dropping could be heard in the main hall, only the sound of Su Ran kicking his legs and crying.

Xiao Tingchen stared at Su Jiu in a daze for a long time, and suddenly laughed out loud like crazy.

He threw away Su Ran and the narrow knife, and knelt down in front of the dragon couch with a plop.

Shuang Jiang turned pale, carefully picked up Su Ran, and hurriedly exited the bedroom with a group of maids and servants.

The broken porcelain on the ground cut Xiao Tingchen's knees, he ignored it, walked to the dragon couch, stared blankly at the girl's sleeping face, and tremblingly touched her little hand.

He carefully opened her little hand and interlocked her fingers firmly.

He bowed his head to stare at Su Jiu, gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and begged in a choked voice, "Su Xiaojiu, winter is coming and spring is coming, why are you still awake... I will buy it for you. I bought flower cakes and skirt hairpins, bought you a rabbit lantern for the Lantern Festival, and even took you to your favorite Jinling, but why are you still awake..."

At this moment, the emperor with a fierce reputation and power over the world was crying like rain, helpless and vulnerable like a child.

He picked up Su Jiu, choked up his sobs, "Su Xiaojiu, wake up, look at me, look at me, okay?"

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It's still sour today

(End of this chapter)