Ning Gu

The east wind rang the bell, and the court was silent.

Lu Qi was originally supporting Xie Ling on the way back to the bamboo house, but later, perhaps because Xie Ling really lost strength in his knees, it was Lu Qi who carried him back to the inner room of the bamboo house for the few steps.

He relied on Lu Qi, just like Lu Qi relied on him when he was a child.

Lu Qi brought Xie Ling to the desk in the bamboo hut, Xie Ling put down the piano, looked up at him, his lips were still a little pale, as before, when the old disease relapsed in winter, he would take the bright red fat Guy, I can't tell that Xie Ling doesn't have that kind of thought now, and I don't know that this pale lip color is a bit scary in Lu Qi's eyes.

"Come, sit." He patted the seat beside him, and said earnestly, "Since...the man left it for you, you can keep it. But don't tell it, your father always has a reason for him to do this."

Lu Qi sat down according to his words, he couldn't hide the worry and sadness on his face, he was the only one who couldn't hide his emotions in Chongque.Xie Ling noticed his worried look and unfurled brows.

Lu Qi paused for a while before saying, "Can't Xianzhi say that?"

Xie Ling frowned, tilting his head as if remembering, but he didn't seem to remember who Xianzhi was, it just sounded familiar.

"Xianzhi is... Uncle Congshan's son, he treats me very well."

"Knowing too much is not a good thing." He raised his hand again, and nodded Lu Qi's forehead pretending to be relaxed, "It's time for my son Suizhu to return, how about making a pot of tea for Suizhu outside the courtyard? "

Lu Qi was shocked by his sudden action and attitude. Xie Ling didn't ask where Suizhu had gone, but now he knew what he looked like. No matter how he looked at it, Lu Qi felt that he was Xie Wuling, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he no longer resembled Sui Zhu. Thank you Wuling.

Lu Qi nodded in a daze, got up and went outside the courtyard, leaving Xie Ling in the bamboo house.

He supported his legs with both hands, and slowly stretched them out. He still doesn't remember how the knee disease came about, but every winter, Qi Zhisheng, a quack doctor, would come to take care of him, so it was okay. Have a safe season.

It seems that it has been a long time since I have experienced such a painful pain today, but it seems that I have been used to this kind of pain for a long time.It's like the two strings of this paulownia qin, which I know are given to the person who misses it, but now I look at it, but my heart is still empty.

Xie Ling's eyes returned to the strings, and he raised his hand to touch the two strings. It was said that a friend of Shen's family in the capital retook it for him later, and it was specially made old. Respectively.

He started to pluck the Dongfeng Peach Blossom Song, which was supposed to be played at the spring banquet. After so many years, he played it again for some reason. In order to meet the person who pushed the fence.

In the early morning, Zhao Zuo issued the order to call Lu Qi back to the palace and return to the capital tomorrow. Then he met the master of the Xinling Mausoleum, and the father and son talked behind closed doors. The eunuchs, servants and maidservants did not dare to approach the Pingshan Palace, for fear of being dragged into the anger of the palace, and died. .

But after half a stick of incense, Di Zuo went down the mountain with Lord Xinling who followed behind him with reddish eyes, saying that he was going to Zhaoxing Temple to pick up Lu Qi.

The eunuchs and maidservants in the palace looked at each other, guessing that the Lord Xinling had another dispute with His Majesty about Lu Qi's young prince.After all, they were in Chongque, and their father and son were always arguing over trivial matters such as the candidate for the tutor of the young prince Lu Qi, the location of the banquet and so on.However, no one knew about this incident that happened in Pingshan Hall, and Prime Minister Liang's subordinates, who temporarily lived in the side pavilion of the Xinggong Palace, did not find out any actual news.

Zhao Zuo led Xianzhi and sent Suizhu back to the bamboo house. He pushed aside the courtyard fence and saw Lu Qi making tea alone in the courtyard, but there was no one there. He panicked.

He approached Lu Qi in two or three steps, and was about to ask him where his father was, when he heard the sound of the piano in the bamboo house, leisurely, as touching as when he first met.It was also such a season when the peach blossoms first bloomed, and it was also this song, and it was still a young man who was not yet the age of Shu Guan. .

He wanted to follow the sound to find his young man, so he raised his hand and patted Lu Qi on the back, and asked Xian Zhi behind him to take the two of them to Zhaoxing Temple.And he took the cup of tea that Lu Qi had cooked, and hurried to the door of the bamboo house, but hesitated for a long time in front of the door.

He is also timid.

Xie Ling's mind was not on the piano, he heard footsteps and waited for that person to come in.In a trance, he dialed the wrong voice.

Zhao Zuo heard this wrong sound, and he couldn't help curling his lips.This was Xie Wuling's favorite smile back then, the smile he begged for in every possible way, but he couldn't get it.

Xie Ling's voice came and said, "Come here, listen to the piano?"

Hearing the old voice, Zhao Zuo's heart ached, he stepped into the bamboo house, bowed his head in front of Xie Ling, sipped the cup of tea, and handed the cup back to the person who gave it to him back then.Returning to the old environment, Qingshan is not old, said: "It's tea."

Xie Ling looked at the man, he was still in the black robe and jade crown, still in the phoenix head and dragon posture, but he was more domineering than before.Even the eyes that were so lingering at the beginning have become a little bit sharper.It has changed, whether he himself or Zhao Zuo, but some things are still lingering in his heart, and a layer has not changed.

The name that he had thought about for countless days and nights - "Zhao Zuo", but now even the name and person appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart was full of mountains and rivers, and he hesitated to speak.

After waiting for a long time, he took the teacup, but turned his hand and put it on the table aside, pretending to be cold, as if to cover up the throbbing in his heart, and said: "This place is not Zhaoxing, Xianya None."

Zhao Zuo bowed his head and remained silent for a long time. He took out the wooden box that he carried under his sleeve, placed it in front of Xie Ling's eyes, and said, "There are those who are willing to break the string."

Zhao Zuo's gaze has been lingering between the wooden box and Xie Ling. He knows which of these two things is more important in his heart. He is the superior, and he is more scheming than anyone else.It's just that in front of this person, his calculations are all in vain.

Xie Ling only needs one look or one sentence, and he can defeat all Zhao Congshan's schemes, just like now.

"Today, Xie Ling didn't want to break the string. His Majesty was wrong."

"Pingzhi..." Zhao Zuo raised his head, his eyes were full of astonishment, he had thought about it in the past five years, but he never imagined what he would look like today.

"Your Majesty, let's return to the palace as soon as possible." Xie Ling lowered his eyes, not even daring to look at each other, "There is no mausoleum for those who came from the mountain. Does Your Majesty give the grassroots peace of mind?"

Zhao Zuo listened to what the person in front of him said coldly, the words fell silent, and the two sides were silent, just like Xie Ning who begged him for a cup of poison five years ago at His Royal Highness.Of course, the result is the same, Zhao Zuo compromised.

But the only difference is that today's Zhao Zuo.He got up, and the majesty of the emperor returned to him, and he said seriously: "Then I wonder if this piano player can give me a ride?"

Zhao Zuo stood with his hands behind his back, and Xie Ling took his slightly trembling hands under his sleeves into his eyes, and what he said, "the grass people have a disease in their knees, so they shouldn't walk around" changed into "it should be so, it's the grass people's luck".

Xie Ling frowned deeply, in Zhao Zuo's eyes, it seemed that Ling Chi was on top of him.He resisted the thought of going up to help, he knew that the person in front of him didn't need his hand, he knew Xie Wuling more than he knew himself.But what Xianzhi said this morning, for another moment, made him feel that he didn't know the person in front of him well enough.

Supporting the straw mat behind him, Xie Ling stood up, glanced at the feet of the Qin case, but before he could take a step, he was tripped by the case where the Qin case was placed, and Zhao Zuo naturally saw it from the corner of his eye He looked like he was about to fall, and he also saw the light in his eyes, but he didn't say much, he just stepped forward quickly and pulled him into his arms.

Looking at each other, Xie Ling forgot to react, all the mountains and rivers in his heart were broken at this moment.He had his own calculations in his heart, he didn't dare to meet Zhao Zuo's eyes, he knew that if there were stars in those eyes, he would sink deep into the mud and be defeated.He wanted to seek stability for the rest of his life, but he also wanted to seek love for the rest of his life.

Whether it's him or Xie Wuling, they don't know when exactly, Zhao Zuo's eyes are no longer the hypocrisy of the superior, but become blindly affectionate and tempting to sink.

Zhao Zuo was reflected in his eyes, and the two people who were getting closer and closer, in each other's eyes, wanted each other.

After a long time, it was Zhao Zuo who was anxious, he lowered his head and put his lips on Xie Ling's thin lips. Others said that thin lips were unfeeling, but he believed them.But he still couldn't let it go, it turned out that it was Xie Wuling who stood beside him, but in the end he gave him thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and half a lifetime of loneliness; now he wants to stand beside this person named Xie Ling, and lead him to share the rewards This is a clear view of the Haiyan River.

Xie Ling couldn't help raising his head, and put his arms around Zhao Zuo's neck. The original Xie Wuling was not a hypocritical master, and the current Xie Ling is no different.The official historian criticized Xie Ning's natural disposition, and now he feels that what he said really touched his heart.

Since they are not willing to let go, then they will hang on to death.

He closed his eyes, and met Zhao Zuo's lips, he smelled a little tea, he opened his lips, and let Zhao Zuo's tongue come out.Holding his breath, he allowed him to peck his lips lightly, Zhao Zuoruo pecked and kissed cautiously, Xie Ling opened his eyes, and there was a strong smile in those peach blossom eyes, it seemed that thousands of flowers were blooming together, making Zhao Zuo lost soul.Xie Ling's hand around Zhao Zuo's neck exerted strength, clasped the back of his neck, extended his lips to invite him, and also followed his rhythm, allowing him to attack the pool and plunder the ground, and entangled with his tongue, unable to let go Indistinguishable.

Zhao Zuo tightened his arms around his waist, and whispered to him: "Why bother?" I don't know who he was asking, but the joy on Zhao Zuo's eyebrows was not less, but added a little bit.He came from the mountains, indeed from the green hill of Xie Ling.He carefully locked this green mountain into his arms, and silently begged for ten or twenty years... to be as old as this green mountain.

And Xie Ling was buried in his neck, blushing and silent, so he didn't see it, and the joy on his brows didn't get a glimpse of his inner feelings.