MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 173 Extra

There are foggy mountains hundreds of miles away in the suburbs, and there are centuries-old temples with the same name as the mountains on the hills. The foggy temple is full of incense, and it is said that many years ago, there was a sorghum, and every first and a fifteenth will open the lectures.

In the year when Su Guangchen broke his leg, Su’s father prayed for his son to go up the mountain. At that time, Su Shangshu was not a book. The eagerly-loved Su’s father took out all the private houses and added three hundred and two sesame oil money, and he sought the sacred sins to make an exception.

The birthday character was sent in two quarters of an hour. When it came out, the hacker had two squares in his hand, but there was no clear statement. When the son of the son was 19, if there was no marriage, he could open a white kit. If there is, then open. purple.

The uncle did not dare to be sloppy. After returning, he would close the gift to his son, and he would open it ten years later. Small dust is very filial, even if you don't believe it, put it properly.

After many years, when Wenshu’s love letter was sent to Shangshufu, Su Xiaochen laughed at the embarrassing picture of “manga”, and suddenly remembered the white and purple color capsules that had been pressed at the bottom of the box for many years. .

When she wrote on the side of the painting, she was so obsessed with it.

In addition to his anger, he actually gave birth to a kind of faint joy that could not be said. However, the letter of marriage was quickly passed to Shangshufu. She is the arrogant emperor, even if she loves it, she does not want to spend a few more time on him.

What a ridiculous thing to be tempted by such a woman?

He can't decide his own marriage, but he can keep his heart. Burning off the night when all the letters were warm, Su Guangchen opened the box with the bride in front of the father. There are only two words written on the yellow paper in the bag.

Modest and gentleman, gentle as jade. If you are in love, you will be hurt.

Feelings are not long-lived... If there is no love at all? Will you not die early?

The wheels rolled, and the festive shackles covered his father's crying. The closer he was to the emperor's house, the more uneasy it was.

Perhaps, the emergence of Gu Zhiruo is a good thing.

If he is taken away, he can devote himself to full loyalty and filial piety. If he is not, Wen is such an arrogant woman, and he will not want a man who is deeply involved with others.

The guards who were sent to the wedding fell down one by one. Su Qingchen held the determination to die, held the dagger, stood on the truss, and calmly and safely. I heard that someone was yelling at his name.

- Like the sun piercing the night, her feet on the horse's back, the figure that jumped into the sky suddenly slammed into his sight. He dominated his eyes with a gesture that cannot be ignored.

She distressedly wiped the blood of his palm and held him tightly behind him, but did not mention a cancellation of the wedding.

Su Guangchen looked down at her annoyed look. When she looked up, her eyes shone with moving brilliance.

Her smile is better than the sky of sunshine: "Dear, get on! Let's go to the family." Su Guangchen can hear his flustered heartbeat, just like a drum.

She said, "It is unlucky when you miss the Kyrgyzstan. You can't count on it. I will delay the wedding because of this kind of thing."

This kind of thing... The fact that I have a marriage contract with someone is in her mouth, but it is just a trivial matter. She always does not play according to the rules, and the seemingly innocent eyes never have the red tape that everyone should follow.

Her horse ran fast, as if to tease him to hold her waist more important than to catch Gu Zhiruo.

His chest clung to her back, the hair in the wind came from the fragrant scent, mixed with the soft touch of the palm, Su light dust red, the first time I felt, what is overwhelmed.

A long time later, when Su Guangchen was wrapped in a thick cloak and lived alone in the hot spring resort, he repeatedly thought about it.

If that day, he did not look back, did not respond to her smile, did not fall into this woman. Perhaps, he would not insist on taking the jade box, willingly, and use his life to change her.

Arthur asked him temptedly. If he happened to have half of the probability of failure, he couldn’t save the warmth, and he didn’t die because of the anti-phagic. Is he willing to spend the rest of his life with others? Su Guangchen did not answer.

He thought that he was not willing. It’s just such a secret thing, there is no need to tell an insignificant person.

Su light dust can not imagine, the person standing next to him, holding his hand, is a certain, or a certain, not her - warm as it is.

Although, her temper is not good at all, she is careful and careful, and she is jealous when she is not moving. When she starts the fire, she will yell and kill. It is simple and rude and incorrigible. She knows nothing and only uses herself. Thought that it was a good way for him, stupidly pushed him away again and again. He still couldn't know that she might die alone in the emperor's house, but she stood by and did nothing.

A drop of blood is accompanied by a drop of antidote. In each dish, just put a little bit, and no matter how good the taste is, you can't eat it. That is the only way Su Shuangchen can give her medicine for a long time without causing suspicion.

Su Guangchen learned very carefully.

He has never had a kitchen, and he is so picky. Su light dust tried again and again, Qingshu was forced to try the vegetables, his face was wrinkled into a steamed buns, and he said to him with a bitter face: "The son, it is enough, and the undead, the five emperors will not care about it." Taste."

He just smiled and continued to come back.

She doesn't care, he cares.

He can die for her, but can't stand it. After his death, Wen easily forgot him... He loves her so much, deeper and longer than her imagination, how can she forget him? If so, he will be sad.

Su light dust is cooked strictly according to the recipe. I think that the better and the more perfect I am, the more I can't let him down.

Look, he is also selfish, just like the post-war of the last generation. By the time he leaves the capital, he can also write a letter of sincerity to her every day, so that Wen Ruo remembers deeper.

Su Guangchen originally planned this.

However, when the heavy snow blocked the way, the hot springs burst into a faint sulphur smell, and the strong body couldn't irreversibly turn to decline. He spread the letter, and only wrote some irrelevant daily chores...

——The plum blossoms on Zhuangzi opened a few more branches, thinking that she likes special gadgets. He specially picked some of them and used them to bury them under the flower trees. When they come, she will give her some plum blossoms when she comes. Try it.

- Mingfeng and Qingshu were privately stunned by people, and the blue written skin was thin. On the spot, they gave Mingfeng a slap in the face, intending to cover up the past. Who knows that Mingfeng is under fire, and he will embroider the book for a few nights. The sachet was torn and threw his face. Qingshu crying from last night to the present, the voice is crying.

- After a few days of hot springs, my father's cold syndrome is much better, and cough has decreased in recent days. He arranged his father in an independent manor on the hill, divided dozens of guards in the past, and ordered them to go downhill next spring...

Su light dust paused, did not write, the reason for this arrangement is that after he really went, let his father know that he could not bear the blow. He thought that Wen is so smart and will understand.

Su Guangchen wrote a lot, but none of them sent people to send them. It was a warm letter that was very diligent. Whenever the person who saw the letter looked at him with eager eyes, Su Xiaochen couldn't help but smile. What kind of master, what kind of next person, the pitiful look of the man is like a warm and sad look.

He just smiled and said nothing.

These letters should be left for later, and when the temperature is clear, it may be able to bring her some comfort.

If you really fall in love with someone, you won't be willing to leave her sad. If he forgets that he can make her live better, he does not want her to know, what kind of mood he is, record every minute and every moment.

They are not people in this world, they will leave when the task is completed.

If there is an afterlife, he will not meet her again.

fair enough. There is no need for a person. In order to pay off debts, I am struggling to find a man named "Su Suchen" in the world, just like Ai Houqing, who loves his reincarnation.

The kitu that was obtained when he was nine years old, the white one is - standing, lonely all his life.

In the end, it’s a lifetime of loneliness and terrible, or is it a pity that the young boy died? Maybe not, he has got what he wants. If they are destined to end like this, then they will forget each time at the end of his life.

Her life is still long and she should not stay for him.

Su light dust smiled faintly on his eyes. The breeze in the morning passed through the mountains, and the little beasts that were hungry very early in the silver-clad forests were crawling in the dark bushes.

When the first light of the warm sun in winter fell to the top of the mountain, he gradually stopped breathing.

......

Su Guangchen once thought that after a person dies, there will be a cowhead to lead the way, and if it is not good, it should have a light that leads to the land, leading the soul of the deceased to where he should go. I didn’t think of it, he would stay in the world and no one cares.

He looked at his own bones silently, watching the guards block the news according to his will, and then watched his little sister crying in the arms of the phoenix...

The hot spring mountain is full of white enamel, Su light dust brows his eyes, he actually forgot to tell them to act in a low-key manner.

It is a pity that it is too late to think about it later. He was trapped in the hall by Mo Ming’s strength and could not go anywhere. Until one day, the sorrowful cry came from Zhuangqian.

Su light dust was shocked. There is still no spring, the snow on the road is still thick, how is it coming when Wen...

At the end of the road, she walked step by step from the twilight. The face is whiter than the snow, and the tears are faintly hidden in the black and white. She walked so slowly, as if every step was on his heart.

She looked at him in a blink of an instant, and Su Xiaochen stood beside her, and she could not move with grief.

I couldn’t easily pull out a smile, but I remembered that he was dead.

She could not see him at all. Mind here, Su Guangchen trembled in a moment, such as a knife cut.

Her tears will fall and condense in the corners of her eyes.

Don't cry, I am here. Su Qingchen wanted to raise his hand to pick up her crumbling tears, but a beam of light suddenly broke into his heart!

The pain of heart and soul is suddenly coming, and the pain is everywhere! Just at the moment when his soul lost consciousness, Su Guangchen heard a familiar and strange voice.

"I finally wait until your heart is lost! Scorpion, see how you can get out of this time?!"

The author has something to say: Su Guangchen's story is finally over! Oh, I was arrested, I was arrested~ Everyone was surprised? ! Hahahahaha

Thanks to the grenade of Qing Benjia and the support of the king and the west of the mine! Baby, how can you be so cute!挨 猛 猛 ╭~╭(╯3╰)╮

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