Flower Fairy Reincarnation Assist Guide

After Poppy left, the icy silence returned to the ancestral hall.

The smoke of sacrificial incense lingered in the air as usual, and Tu Shenshui knelt in front of the tablet where Tu Feng came, with his eyes tightly closed.

"Han Jian, do you still like the jar of bitter ginger wine I gave you?"

Xia Jushuang's voice is as gentle as an oriole twirling on a branch in spring. Looking at him in white clothes sitting under the water pavilion by the pool, he is as beautiful as a lotus in the water. Completely different temperament.

"A Shuang... so you are still there?"

Tu Shenshui wanted to reach out to hug him, but he couldn't move.

"A Shuang!"

Xia Jushuang poured the wine on his own. He raised the wine cup to the air, and then poured it into the pool water under his feet. The heavy rain suddenly poured down, and the air was filled with the smell of bitter ginger wine.

"Look, if you're not here, this wine can only be wasted... It's better to use it to entertain others."

Duanmuyao appeared beside Xia Jushuang, and the two were very close.

"Mr. Fu Rong is so beautiful and delicious, it is much more attractive than that bitter ginger wine."

The slender fingers pinched the delicate chin, and the two thin lips were about to touch each other.

"No! Ah Shuang, look at me! I'm right here!"

Tu Shenshui struggled vigorously, but only felt a burst of pain from the wound on his shoulder.

"Unfortunately, you are just a low-level trick, how can you compare with Taifu? Are you right, Taibao?"

Duanmuyao transformed into Li Luosu's appearance, and his hands were pinching Xia Jushuang's slender neck.

The two people who looked very similar faced each other in the rain, Xia Jushuang's breathing gradually weakened.

"Do not!!!"

Tu Shenshui's body seemed to be pressed by a mighty force, he could only watch helplessly as Li Luosu's hands became stronger and stronger, but he couldn't do anything.

"Han Jian...you...why don't you come...save me..."

Xia Jushuang's weak voice came, and he turned his head with difficulty, staring at him motionlessly with brown eyes like dead fish, a stream of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and neck, staining On that white dress.

"...Do you know...why I...wear...the red dress to die...because that's...my blood..."

He was still struggling slightly in Li Luosu's hands, but Tu Shenshui closed his eyes in pain.

"As promised...help me return home...why didn't you...didn't do it..."

The white was gradually eroded by the red, Xia Jushuang's hand finally stopped moving.

"I won't forgive you."

"A Shuang!"

Tu Shenshui opened his eyes suddenly, the evening sun slanted into the gate of the ancestral hall, and in front of him was Tu Fenglai's aloof tablet.

The bright red dream seems to be still in front of his eyes, Xia Jushuang's pale face under the red dress and the last resentful eyes are in his mind.

He rushed to the ice coffin in a hurry, and found Xia Jushuang was still lying there, dressed in red, with a peaceful expression.

Tu Shenshui heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to caress his face. The blood flowed from the open wound on his shoulder, along his arms and the back of his hand, and dripped onto the corner of Xia Jushuang's eyes, then slid down and disappeared in the in his black hair.

"A Shuang, don't worry, I'll come back to drink with you after all this is over."

He bent down, kissed the corner of Xia Jushuang's lips lightly, then got up to look at the tablet on the shrine, and walked out of the ancestral hall without looking back.

Tu Shenshui wrote a letter in the study, and then handed it to the housekeeper, asking him to take it to Prime Minister You's residence.

Father, even if you chose to treason in order to protect your family back then, you still can’t keep what you can’t keep. I followed your teaching to protect the glory of the Haotu family, but in the end I lost my favorite thing. Forbearance no longer makes any sense.

Anyway, there is nothing to care about, so it is better to give it a go.

***

Poppy was wandering around her garden with flower scissors, and couldn't help laughing at Du Zhijuan.

Du Zhijuan, who was recruited by him, was a little baffled, and said: "Zigui is stupid, I don't know what can make adults feel so happy?"

Poppy took out a piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to him, saying, "Tu Shenshui has already agreed."

"Congratulations, my lord, He Xi, my lord! What my lord wanted has finally come true!"

When Du Zhijuan heard this, he was very excited for a moment, and when he thought of what Poppy had said to him before, he was a little incoherent: "Then, so my lord, the things you promised before, are they still counting?"

Although Poppy sometimes hates Du Zhijuan's face of being a villain, but now that he is in a good mood, he doesn't care too much about it.

"Don't worry, there will be nothing missing that should be yours, and then just do what you should do."

Du Zhijuan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, what your lord said is true."

"After tomorrow night, this Rongguo should have a new owner."

Poppy's eyes locked on a winter peony in full bloom, the bright red flower as big as a bowl was particularly conspicuous in a field of budding.

This kind of winter peony was cultivated by the gardener of the imperial flower house after the year Li Luosu was born. It took nine years to cultivate it successfully. It is always invincible, so after the successful trial planting in the Imperial Garden that year, the Ministry of Rites distributed those flower seedlings to every official in the capital, and the winter in Beijing became crazy for Kao.

He raised his hand to cut off the blooming peony, and slowly crushed it to pieces in his hand.

"Since it's winter, there shouldn't be any untimely flowers blooming."

***

When Tu Muxiang came home, she saw that the food placed at the entrance of the ancestral hall had not been touched at all, so she knew that Tu Shenshui had stayed there for another day and night.

He looked at the cold plates, sighed, and gently pushed the door open.

The ancestral hall was filled with ice buckets, it was as cold as an ice cellar, and Tu Muxiang could even see the thick white air she exhaled.

Tu Shenshui was still sitting beside the ice coffin, and he was gently wiping Xia Jushuang's face.

Tu Muxiang has never seen that kind of gentle expression like treating a lover, as if Xia Jushuang is still alive, just lying there and sleeping.

Seeing Tu Shenshui like this, Tu Muxiang felt very sad.

His elder brother, since he can remember, has never seen him smile very much. He always practiced martial arts alone in the martial arts field at home with a cold face. He inherited the general's mansion when he was 14 years old. He fought dozens of battles, large and small. Not to mention what his elder brother experienced on the battlefield with his father before he was born.

And he also knew from an early age why Tu Shenshui had a cold attitude towards him, because his mother, Mrs. Xue Guo, the queen's cousin, married in less than three months after Mrs. Yuan passed away. But in fact, she also came with the political mission entrusted to her by the old emperor.A year later, with him again, my elder brother would often be forgotten by his father in Mrs. Yuan's room.

He had heard from his mother before that during the two years after Mrs. Yuan passed away, Tu Shenshui would always wake up in the middle of the night, and then stay up all night with the lights on.After he grew up, he would go to his room to share the same bed with him in order to comfort his elder brother. At that time, although Tu Shenshui didn't say yes, he didn't drive him out either, just let him and him sleep together.

Tu Muxiang himself doesn't sleep well, and will roll around on the bed, but as long as he sleeps with Tu Shenshui, he will definitely wake up the next morning covered with a quilt, so he knows that he My elder brother is actually a cold-faced and kind-hearted person, but the former national hatred and family hatred made him close himself.

And in the previous summer, Tu Shenshui finally met someone who could make him less painful. Mr. Furong, like the ray of sunshine that melted the winter ice, gently opened the door of his heart. It was also the first time for Mu Xiang to see that her brother would also show a gentle smile from the bottom of his heart.

But now, when he thinks of the blow that Master Furong's death will have on his brother, he becomes entangled in his heart.

In his pocket is still the lotus flower note that he picked up in the Secret Fragrance Pavilion, on which is written the instigator of the conspiracy deduced by Mr. Furong, but the person who made him extremely afraid has successfully bewitched his brother.

Although I really wanted Tu Shenshui not to do this, but when I thought about my identity and position, I lost the courage to speak up.

How could it be his turn to refute the elder brother's national hatred and family hatred.

After all, he was nothing more than an insignificant accident.

"Brother Han Jian..."

He opened his mouth and called Tu Shenshui softly.

"Do you have to do this?"

Tu Shenshui glanced at him, continued to wipe Xia Jushuang's hands, and said: "This is my business, you just stay at home tonight, don't go out and walk around."

After saying this, he stopped talking.

Tu Muxiang lowered her eyes and walked out of the ancestral hall with her head down.

Tu Shenshui held Xia Jushuang's hand, pressed the back of his hand to his face, and rubbed it carefully, feeling the icy temperature from his body.

"A Shuang, after tonight, I will be able to fulfill the oath I promised you before. I said, no matter what you do, I will fulfill your wish for you. I will take you home, Zheng Guo, back Go to the place where you were born and grew up, when the time comes, we will brew bitter ginger wine together, be a farmer together, watch spring, summer, autumn and winter together, watch rain, snow and wind and frost together, and stay together like this for a lifetime, what do you think?"

Tu Shenshui remembered that dream, and he closed his eyes.

"Please forgive me."

Tu Muxiang held back his tears and went back to his room. He lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and cried sullenly.

He really didn't want his brother to make such a dangerous decision, but he still didn't dare to tell him the truth.

I thought I could finally become a person like Qingtai, but in the end I can only be a turtle like before...

By the way, clear the stage!

As soon as he thought of Yu Lingbo, he suddenly lifted the quilt.

If they wanted to mutiny to force the palace tonight, the order to control the imperial army would have to pass through the gate province, and it would only take effect after getting a seal.

I can't let Qingtai get involved in this vortex, my brother has already lost his most important person, I can't let myself lose him too!

Thinking of this, he wiped away his tears and ran to the palace.

The author has something to say:

Xia Jushuang: Today I am not only pretending to be a dead body, but also pretending to be a ghost

Tu Shenshui: Today, besides guarding the corpse, I am still pretending to be crazy

Everyone: It's a perfect match.

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