Chapter 923

When life is less than a hundred years old, we often worry about a thousand years old.

In that case, we should have fun in time.

Su Rui has always lived with this intention. The man looks like a gentle and cold relegated immortal, but in fact, he is the most deviant in his bones.

He didn't care about worldly vision. He can also throw away his brother and sister status with Su Qinghuan over the years.

Originally, in Su Rui's eyes, Su Qinghuan was not his real sister, but better than an enemy or stranger. What's more, now the two have determined that they are not related by blood.

……

In Su Rui's opinion, the last thing to be wronged in life is his own mind. Since he figured out that his care for Su Qinghuan exceeded the normal limit, he decided to find out where the relationship between the two people should go.

Su Qinghuan can stay at Su's house until two or three days after the Mid Autumn Festival. In this way, nearly seven or eight days' effort is enough to let men recognize their feelings.

A man thinks he is not short of understanding people, and he won't avoid his mind.

That's good.

……

Su Qinghuan didn't expect Su Rui to be such a transparent person. When she heard the man's words, she was almost stunned immediately.

"So fast? Sincerely... I thought you would give me an answer because of the name of brother and sister between us for so many years and my title of imperial concubine."

Even giving this answer may not be sincere.

At the end of the day, how many men and women who clearly like a person but say against their heart that they don't love and don't care?

……

System 233 also agrees.

"Yes, host, Su Rui is really the first one to figure it out so quickly."

"If I were him, I'm afraid I wouldn't figure it out so quickly."

Su Qinghuan admires Su Rui in her heart. She looks up at the man. Her eyes are like dizzy autumn water, which is moving.

The man smiled.

"Although I didn't like anyone, I must be the most reluctant thing in the world about men and women. I believe you didn't lie, and I will naturally be honest with my heart."

“……”

If everyone in the world were as transparent as Su Rui, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many crazy men and women who hurt spring and autumn all day.

Su Qinghuan was deeply worried.

"Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years."

"This saying is easy to understand. It's much simpler than being enlightened. Qinghuan, did you create it yourself?"

The man looked at Su Qinghuan in surprise. Unexpectedly, Su Qinghuan could still have such amazing words when he came back from the palace.

……

"Of course not what I said."

Su Qing smiles and shakes her head. Although this is an overhead era and is destined not to appear characters such as Li Bai and Du Fu, she doesn't want to shamelessly occupy other people's achievements and directly regard them as her own private property like Mu Sisi.

"This is also what I dreamed of. It seems that it first appeared in Zengguang Xianwen, but the author can't be verified."

"... oh? Zengguang Xianwen?"

The man felt that this booklet, as the name suggests, was a popular science book. He was about to ask about it in detail, but he saw Su Qinghuan's eyes brighten and suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Sincerely! I suddenly remembered that I had another important thing to do."

"I have a collection of peerless poems here. The authors in it have specific names. Although it is difficult to trace back to real people, it is true that every capital has amazing talents..."

The man suddenly lost his smile. With the previous sentence that listening to Jun's words is better than reading for ten years, he felt that what Su Qinghuan said was very possible.

"This also appears in your dream?"

"Yes!"

"... I can't imagine that having a dream has such a great effect. Maybe God has pity on you and can't bear to see you end up so miserable."

The man sighed faintly.

Although he is not a person waiting to die, nor will he blindly pursue the god Buddha, the dream described by Su Qinghuan before is really sensational.

Such an ending is by no means what men want to see.

Su Rui originally wanted to change Su Qinghuan's name and place him in the courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. Now it seems that since Su Qinghuan has the same goal with him and is more arrogant and fearless of death, why don't they put all their eggs in one basket?

……

Perhaps the deepest concern was put aside, and the man's eyes at Su Qinghuan became more and more gentle.

"Since it is a collection of peerless poems, how much do you remember? I'd like to have a look."

"I remember it all!"

Of course, the original owner doesn't have such a good memory, but with Su Qinghuan's dream, everything has a layer of fantasy color, and Su Rui can only follow her ideas.

"Oh? What are you going to do with that poem?"

"I want to recite it silently, and then entrust you to be responsible for printing those things, but I have a request that this poem can only be sold on the street on the day of the Mid Autumn Festival. Before that, it should be kept confidential."

“……”

And such quaint demands?

Su Rui was slightly stunned?

"Su's house is not short of money. Why do you want to sell books? Do you think it's a rare commodity?"

Although Su Rui didn't listen to Su Qinghuan recite any song, he subconsciously felt that what the woman said would not be wrong when he heard Su Qinghuan's praise.

"Cough, of course it's not selling books. In fact, it's OK to give them away. Anyway, it's good to mark the author's name on it."

"Such a wonderful book really shouldn't be buried."

……

Su Rui nodded and soon began to contact the appropriate book making workshop for Su Qinghuan.

But the man really didn't expect that all the memories in Su Qinghuan's mouth were not boasting for a while, but really all.

The most terrible thing is that the amazing degree of those poems is far beyond the imagination of men.

"My natural talent must be useful. I'll come back when all the gold is gone..."

"When the pen falls, it startles the wind and rain, and the poem becomes a cry for ghosts and gods..."

"Don't worry, there are no confidants ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you..."

Su Rui felt more and more thrilling every time he saw the line.

Those magnificent words with a woman's hand, or Qingkuang running grass, or Junxiu hairpin small block letters, are everywhere pleasing to the eye.

"Seriously, every capital is an amazing talent."

Under the man's amazement, he became more and more convinced of the unimaginable dreams in Su Qinghuan's mouth.

He had only intended to find a housekeeper to supervise the work, but in order not to disclose such an amazing masterpiece in advance, the man went to the battle himself this time.

……

Helian Moxuan, who was far away in the palace, also heard that Su Rui lingered in the bookstore in spite of his illness these days.

One day, just after the morning, he lianmo Xuan stepped back and left Su Rui alone.

"Su Aiqing, are you free to go to the bookstore to print books these days? I don't know what masterpiece it is. I'd rather you spend so much time?"

Isn't it a masterpiece?

Su Rui smiled calmly.

"Tell your majesty that the book is a collection of poems. When the Mid Autumn Festival comes, there should be finished products. At that time, the minister must bring a book to your majesty for appreciation. There are countless good sentences in it. Your Majesty must love it."

"Oh?"

He lianmo Xuan was surprised at the speech, but when he thought of some peerless poems that Mu Sisi had recently communicated with him, the man suddenly lost interest.

——What poems can be compared with those written by his beloved imperial concubine? I'm afraid there won't be any in the world.

"Then I'll wait."

Helian Moxuan nodded hypocritically. He was about to ask Su Qinghuan how he was in Su's house these days, so he suddenly heard the palace man's reminder.

"Your Majesty, Wanbin sent her maids to bring you soup. I remind you that although the memorial is important, the dragon body should be the most important."