The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 923 The Concubine Wants to Climb the Wall (49)2200+ words

Life is less than a hundred, and I always have a thousand years of worry.

That being the case, it is even more necessary to have fun in time.

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

He didn't care about the eyes of the world in the first place, and he could throw away his sibling status with Su Qinghuan all these years.

Originally, in Su Rui's eyes, Su Qinghuan wasn't his real sister, she was just a little better than an enemy or a stranger, not to mention that now, the two have confirmed that they are not related by blood.

……

In Su Rui's view, the thing that should not be wronged in life is his own heart. Now that he has figured out that his concern for Su Qinghuan has exceeded the normal limit, he is determined to figure out where the relationship between the two should go. go.

Su Qinghuan was able to stay at Su's house until two or three days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, so nearly seven or eight days of effort was enough for the man to recognize the ray of love between them.

The man thinks that he is not lacking in the knowledge of people, and he will not evade his own intentions.

That's fine.

……

Su Qinghuan didn't expect Su Rui to be such a transparent person. She was shocked almost immediately when she heard the man's words.

"Is it so fast? Honestly... I thought that you would have to wrestle for a long time before you can give me the answer because of the name of brother and sister between us for so many years, and because I still have the title of imperial concubine."

Even giving this answer may not be sincere.

In this world, how many men and women are there who clearly like someone, but say against their will that they don't love or care?

……

System 233 also echoed this sentiment.

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

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

Su Qinghuan felt a little admiration for Su Rui in her heart, she looked up at the man, her eyes seemed to be dizzy with autumn water, the light was moving.

The man smiled.

"Although I have never liked anyone, the relationship between men and women must be the most reluctant thing in the world. I believe you are not lying, and I will naturally face my heart honestly."

"..."

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

Su Qinghuan felt sorry for her.

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

"This common saying is easy to understand, and it's much simpler than enlightenment. Qing Huan, did you create it yourself?"

The man looked at Su Qinghuan in surprise, he didn't expect that Su Qinghuan would have such amazing words when he came back from the palace.

……

"Of course I didn't say it."

Su Qing smiled and shook her head. Although this is an era of superficiality, and it is destined that there will be no such characters as Li Bai and Du Fu, she does not want to shamelessly occupy other people's achievements and directly regard them as her own private property like that Mu Sisi.

"I also dreamed of this. It seems that it first appeared in "Zeng Guang Xian Wen", but the author is no longer verified."

"...Oh? Zengguang Xianwen?"

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

"Be careful! I suddenly remembered that I still have one important thing to do."

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

The man suddenly burst into laughter, and with the foreshadowing of the previous saying that listening to Jun's words is better than ten years of reading, he felt that what Su Qinghuan said was very possible.

"Is this also what appeared in your dream?"

"Yes!"

"...I didn't expect that a dream would have such a great effect. Maybe it's because the heavens have pity on you and can't bear to see you end up in such a miserable end."

The man sighed faintly.

Although he is not someone who sits and waits to die, let alone blindly pursue gods and Buddhas, the dream that Su Qinghuan described before is really sensational.

Such an ending is definitely not what men want to see.

Su Rui originally wanted to change Su Qinghuan's name and place him in Jiangnan Courtyard, but now it seems that since Su Qinghuan has the same goal as him and has the arrogance to be fearless, so why not put all their eggs in one basket?

……

Perhaps the deepest worry in his heart was also put aside, and the man looked at Su Qinghuan with a much gentler look.

"Since it is a peerless collection of poems, how much do you remember? I want to read it too."

"I remember them all!"

Of course, the original owner didn't have such a good memory, but with Su Qinghuan's entrusted dream, everything was tinged with fantasy, and Su Rui could only follow her train of thought.

"Oh? Then what are you going to do with that poem?"

"I want to recite it silently, and then entrust you, Jinyan, to be responsible for printing those things, but I have a request. This poem can only be sold on the streets on the Mid-Autumn Festival. Before that, it must be kept secret."

"..."

There are such outlandish requests?

Su Rui was slightly taken aback?
"The Su Mansion is not short of money, so why do you still need to sell books? Could it be that you think there are rare goods to live in?"

Although Su Rui didn't hear any of Su Qinghuan's silent recitation, but when he heard Su Qinghuan's praise, he subconsciously felt that what the woman said was correct.

"Ahem, of course it's not about selling books. In fact, it's okay to give them away. Anyway, it's good to put the author's name on it."

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

……

Su Rui nodded, and soon began to contact a suitable book-making workshop for Su Qinghuan.

It's just that the man really didn't expect that Su Qinghuan remembered everything in his mouth, not just boasting for a while, but really remembered everything.

The most frightening thing is that the astonishment of those poems is far beyond the man's imagination.

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone..."

"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem weeps ghosts and gods..."

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king..."

Every time Su Rui looked at a line, he felt more and more thrilling.

Those magnificent characters are paired with a woman's cursive cursive, or the elegant lower case with hairpin flowers, which is everywhere pleasing to the eye.

"It's true that every capital is an amazing talent."

The man was astonished, and became more and more convinced of the unimaginable dreams that Su Qinghuan said.

Originally, he only planned to find a housekeeper to supervise the work, but in order not to reveal such a stunning masterpiece, the man personally participated in the battle this time.

……

Helian Moxuan, who was far away in the palace, also heard about the fact that Su Rui lingered in the bookstore in person these few days regardless of his illness.

One morning, as soon as the morning came down, Helian Mo Xuan retreated to the left and right, leaving Su Rui alone.

"Su Aiqing, do you have time to go to the bookstore to print books these few days? I don't know what masterpiece is it that makes you so troublesome?"

Isn't it a masterpiece?

Su Rui smiled and said calmly.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, that book is a collection of poems. There should be a finished product by the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, I will definitely bring a copy for His Majesty to taste. There are countless good sentences in it. I think His Majesty will love it."

"Oh?"

Helian Moxuan was a little surprised when he heard the words, but when he thought of some of the peerless poems that Mu Sisi had exchanged with him recently, the man lost interest all of a sudden.

——If there are any poems comparable to those written by his concubine, I'm afraid there won't be any in this world.

"Then I will wait."

Helian Moxuan nodded hypocritically, and was about to ask Su Qinghuan if he was doing well in the Su Mansion these few days, when he suddenly heard a reminder from the palace staff.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Wan has sent a maid to bring you soup, reminding you that although the memorial is important, the dragon body must be the most important thing."

(End of this chapter)