Ning Gu

"Yong Guogong..." Xie Ling pronounced this name, but felt an inexplicable shudder in his heart. For some reason, he always felt a little scared.

But it was different from the feeling he had when he was looking at the bright yellow book of amnesty in the dark room.The letter of pardon always gives people a sense of admiration, but these three words, lingering in Xie Ling's heart, are more of fear.

Xie Ling suppressed the fear in his heart, lowered his voice, imitated Zhao Zuo's appearance, bowed his head and kissed his lips, once or twice...

He heard the "thumping" sound in his heart getting faster and faster. The hand that was originally on Zhao Zuo's shoulder didn't know where to put it for a while, and he climbed up Zhao Zuo's cheek tremblingly, rubbing Zhao Zuo's chin and newborn stubble were still a little prickly. He looked at his peach eyes and smiled lazily.

"Leave tomorrow, today..."

Before the next words were asked, Zhao Zuo, who took his amorous feelings into his eyes, grabbed his waist, tightened his arms, and let him stick closer. Zhao Zuo leaned into his ear and said softly: "Nonsense."

Zhao Zuo is Zhao Zuo, but in this Zhaoxing land, he still only wants to be Congshan.

he can not.He looked past Xie Ling and looked at the curtain. Like the original Xie Wuling, he saw his identity too clearly.

Xie Ling shrank his shoulders because of Zhao Zuo's breath in his ear, and the smile in his eyes was a bit more cunning, but his eyes were much clearer than before, and he also stuck to Zhao Zuo's ear , stretched out his tongue to lick the earlobe, and said lightly: "If you make trouble again, you will not be able to refute it."

The determination after the words came out scared Xie Ling himself, if it was put in the past, it shouldn't be an exaggeration for others to say that he is proud of being favored.But he and Zhao Zuo have only met each other since just now, but he said this wild words, but Zhao Zuo didn't refute, but just sneered.

Then Xie Ling felt that the strength in Zhao Zuo's hand was loose, he pursed his lips, put his hand on the belt of Zhao Zuoxuan's robe, and when his fingers touched the belt, Zhao Zuo grabbed his hand and stopped Xie Ling Actions.

"Go ahead."

"Ok?"

"What are you asking for today?" When Xie Wuling took the initiative, Zhao Zuo had only met him twice, but each time he asked for something. The only people who knew Xie Pingzhi were Zhao Zuo and Qi Zhisheng, who hadn't been seen all year round. There is no one else.

"Please Your Majesty, let's go to Yunyu with Pingzhi." Xie Ling didn't dare to look at him, he could guess Zhao Zuo, but Zhao Zuo could see through him even more.In this matter, the two of them tacitly agreed.

Xie Ling tilted his head, leaned over and bit Zhao Zuo's earlobe, but after a while he heard Zhao Zuo's sigh, and then he was turned over by Zhao Zuo.

"Under the seat of the Buddha, you must not lie." Zhao Zuo said as he covered it.

Zhao Zuoju pinched Xie Ling's jaw and raised his hand slightly, forcing him to see only himself, and his eyes met for a long time, only Xie Ling was defeated.

Xie Ling said, "Leave me alone?"

But he didn't want Xie Ling's question to make Zhao Zuo's eyes darken immediately.

"Alright." Xie Ling's comforting words were broken in his mouth because of Zhao Zuo's actions.

Zhao Zuo leaned down, sucked Xie Ling's lips, and tapped his tongue against Xie Ling's teeth without stopping, absorbing all of Xie Ling's breath, not wanting to leave a single bit of it, just like a bandit who plundered indiscriminately Generally, fierce and breathless.

Xie Ling just said something casually, but he didn't want to provoke him to react like this, but if he remembered that period of the past, maybe he wouldn't have asked this sentence.

15 years ago.

Spring goes to summer solstice, no matter how beautiful the days are, it is just a flower season.The flower affair failed, and Zhao Congshan also came to bid farewell with the last jar of wine.

This day Xie Wuling brewed a pot of new tea in the courtyard, it was sent by the novice monk, who said it was some emerald snails brought by a friend of the master, to change his taste.

In the past, this kind of tea was always reserved for special occasions, such as when Miaofa came to Zhaoxing to find him, or when he was rude to give it to a novice on his birthday, he was willing to brew it.

As for today... Then Zhao Congshan has two days to come, and he made an appointment to come today and invite Xie Wuling to have a drink.

Thinking of his coming, Xie Wuling didn't know why, maybe it was because it was hard to find a confidant in this world, or maybe it was because this person was Zhao Congshan, so he felt that he had to show some seriousness on this day.

Last night, I asked Master Miaofa for some dew that I had saved up to make tea. When I woke up early in the morning, I boiled the pot of green snails and left alone.It was noon, and the man was long overdue.

"Today's tea tastes bitter, drink less." Xie Wuling took the jar of wine from the man's arms and put it under the desk, the two of them sat down together, with their robes swung wide, covering the jar of wine under the desk, Then Xie Wuling acted as if nothing happened, and added a lamp for the visitor.

"Hmm. Not Shoumei?" Zhao Congshan took Xie Wuling's tea and took a sip.

"New tea, I'll give you a taste." Xie Wuling stretched his arms and propped his chin, in Zhao Congshan's eyes, he still looked like a childish child, although he acted like a little adult.

"Why do you want to change to a new tea?" I don't know if it's because the tea is much more astringent, or because he's used to drinking birthday eyebrows at Xie Wuling's place, so his brows frowned.Or maybe Xie Wuling knew that he was here to bid farewell today, so he specially made this astringent tea?

"Shoumei has been drinking for a long time, I'm afraid I'll get tired of it." Xie Wuling thought it over before saying.

After all, he couldn't say that he made this new tea because he was coming, let him try it out.

While Xie Wuling was talking, he also looked into Zhao Congshan's frowning eyes.He waved his sleeves and said, "I'd better come to the bar. They've all gone to morning class, no one will pass by."

After speaking, he put the wine jar on the table and put it on the table, then raised his head, watching Zhao Congshan get up to close the courtyard door, there was a bit of joy in his eyes.

"What wine to try today?"

"Broken willow."

Hearing this, Xie Wuling's unsealed hand paused for a moment, and he couldn't even say a word: "Zhe... is, is there this kind of wine?"

"En." Zhao Congshan raised his hand to unseal it for him, took over the work in his hand, hugged the wine jar, and added a cup for the two of them.

"As I thought?"

"As you think." Zhao Congshan lowered his eyebrows and replied in a deep voice.

"Then this wine should be given to you." It should be regarded as a fitting occasion for the folded willow to be given to Liren.Xie Wuling hooked the corner of his mouth, picked up the cup that Zhao Congshan handed over just now, and held it up to that person.

"Okay." Zhao Congshan took the drink from his hand and refilled it for him before returning it to him.

"When are you leaving?" He smiled and asked calmly.In fact, he didn't know why he knew the truth of breaking willows. Maybe it was the libretto of some geisha lady, or maybe it was some goose pond banquet that told the allusion.

Of course, he has always known that there are no long-term lovers. He used to love to go to Yangzhou with Master's old friends, but he didn't like to live in Yangzhou for a long time.People like them have such temperaments.Being reckless, parting is always more than ordinary people experience.

"Leave tonight."

"In such a hurry?" Xie Wuling's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, and even spilled some of the wine.

"En." Zhao Congshan lowered his head, feeling somewhat reluctant for some reason, but he couldn't tell whether he was reluctant to part with the mountain flowers of Zhaoxingshan Temple or whether there were residents living in the mountain temple.

He hesitated for a while, but still asked what was in his heart: "Do you want to go to Fufeng?"

"To be your disciple?" Xie Wuling didn't intend to enter the temple, let alone become an official, so he only said to be a disciple.

But Zhao Congshan knew that if the person in front of him wanted to, he would get a share of the top three in the imperial examination.After all, the masters of Taixue seldom praise others, and they only praised two people in the current world. One is a princess in Chongque, who wrote poems when she was young, and she has the same spirit as a son. character.

"Wait until you reach the crown, if you don't want to enter the temple." Zhao Congshan cupped his hands and made a bow, "I will welcome Xie Yun to be my guest."

"Next spring, I will be crowned."

"Then next spring, I will welcome you."

Xie Wuling listened to his agreement, and the smile that had been suppressed just now returned to his eyes, but the peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, which should have been burning like peach blossoms, but now it is more indescribable lonely.

Fortunately, Zhao Congshan didn't pay attention to Xie Wuling's eyes that dared not meet him.

Xie Wuling took the altar of wine from his hand, and hugged it into his arms, holding the jar of wine, he kept adding more glasses, drank it all, added more glasses, and drank it all.

Looking at his appearance, Zhao Congshan frowned even more. He and Xie Wuling have talked about everything in the past three months.This was something he had never felt in Chongque, or even in Fufeng City.

There is a high-spirited young man beside him, and he is in the moonlight in the courtyard, telling vividly that he once entered the world on a horse and got acquainted with the folks; customs.

This is something Zhao Congshan has never felt before. At that moment, Xie Wuling had heaven and earth in his heart, and at that moment, Zhao Congshan had only him in front of him.

Later, when the wine jar was empty, Xie Wuling picked up a cup of cold tea by mistake.The taste of green snails is bitter in the mouth, but this tea is suitable for the occasion, very similar to the taste in his heart.With a self-deprecating smile, the slight drunkenness in his eyes disappeared a lot.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Sun, who had never talked much. After all, he was always the one who spoke, and Zhao Congshan listened.After a long time, he said: "It's fine to leave me alone. I haven't gone to Yangzhou this year. Those elder sisters may still be waiting for my new words."

"Fengchendi, you should go less." Zhao Zuo persuaded

"I'm going to Fufeng next year, I don't think I'll go," Xie Wuling put down the teacup, stood up with the table, staggered a little, "Aren't you allowed me to say goodbye to them in advance? I'll say it when it's near, I'm afraid they will have to In your heart, scold me thousands of times."

Zhao Congshan didn't know whether Xie Wuling's words were intentionally complaining, or telling the truth, if he really told him, he would just accept it.

He got up to support the person who was walking swayingly, Xie Wuling didn't drink well, and it was the first time he stole wine for him to taste.What's more, he is more attractive than other people, if he went to that dusty place, if he got drunk, those benefactors might not regard him as a decent person.

He is a scribe, he can't wield a sword, if he is sober, he can play tricks, if he is drunk... This is also the reason why Zhao Congshan only spoke out to persuade him.After all, in Fufeng City, such things happen a lot, and there is always someone who is kind. His elder brother, Duke Yong, still has a barbarian in the mansion.

The Hu man and him were old acquaintances. One autumn, Duke Yong invited his brothers and sisters to a banquet to enjoy chrysanthemums and drink. He saw the traces of love on the Hu man, so he really knew about it.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xie Wuling thought there was something wrong, but he didn't like to listen to Zhao Zuo's persuasion, since Zhao Zuo was about the same age, but Zhao Zuo always looked stable, he didn't like it the most.He curled his lips and said, "Aren't you going to leave? I'll take you down the mountain."

Zhao Congshan was frightened by his words, his footsteps are vain now, and if he wants to send him down the mountain, he might be lying on the steps behind the gate of Zhaoxing Mountain before he goes down.

But he was stubborn, so Zhao Congshan had no choice but to support him down the steps, and even asked the little novice who was guarding the temple gate to follow.

Leaning in Zhao Congshan's arms, he kept pouting and muttering: "Leave me alone." In Zhao Congshan's heart, it was like the bowl of tea he drank at noon, which was very astringent, and he didn't know how to comfort him. That.

When he reached the mountain gate, he patted Xie Wuling on the back and said: "I have delivered it, and I will be back next spring."

"En. Your Majesty Buddha," Xie Wuling raised his finger and pointed at Zhao Congshan. The two blushes on his cheeks were cute. He stroked for a long time before straightening his tongue, and said, "No, no lying."

Zhao Congshan nodded in acquiescence, asked the little novice to take him back again, and told the little novice to take care of him more today, so he was relieved to let the two of them leave.

The golden crow was about to fall, and the golden light shone on his shoulders. He watched the two people drift away, and remained in a daze until his guards brought up their horses and called him.

"Master...Master?"

"Huh?" Zhao Congshan came back to his senses, but the guard handed him the reins and got on his horse.

"Riding the horse fast tonight, catching up all night, should be the same distance as riding a horse in the morning. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"If you don't have a rest tomorrow, will your master be able to take it?"

"It's okay, it's delayed today." Zhao Congshan raised his hand, watching the golden crow fall, he should have left in the morning, "It's already evening."

Zhao Congshan looked back at the mountain gate for the last time. At that time, he couldn't tell what he thought about this young man, but he had to admit that this spring was the most unforgettable time in the first half of his life. up.

Zhao Congshan turned his head to look at the mountain gate, his eyes were filled with reluctance, the guard was afraid of further delay, afraid that he would not be able to make it in time, so he had no choice but to urge him: "Master, let's go."

He turned his head, pulled the rein, beat his horse in the night, and hurried to the capital. It was half a month ago, he received a letter from Zhao Yuanbao, asking him to return to Fufeng as soon as possible. No matter how severe the wind and cold are, it will be ready for half a month.He was afraid that his delay in returning to Fufeng would embarrass Concubine Zhen and Zhao Yuanbao, so he agreed to return to Fufeng at the end of the month.

Zhao Congshan galloped his horse back to Fufeng, but he didn't know that in the night, there was also a carriage in the capital slowly driving towards Zhaoxing Temple.