Ning Gu

24

The east wind is far away, and the banner is clearly visible.

Xie Ling didn't know when he fell asleep.I only remember that Lu Qi came down from the mountain just before the sleepiness, and seemed to be talking to someone outside the carriage.

Xianzhi heard Lu Qi's voice outside, then looked at the person lying on the hall and dozing, and frowned a little.Xie Ling's breathing was not as gentle as that of ordinary people, sometimes he was depressed, and sometimes he was panting.

Although Xie Ling tried his best to control himself so as not to show this abnormality in front of these juniors, Xianzhi was capable of both literature and martial arts, and he was much more careful than Lu Qi.So it is not difficult to see Xie Ling's aura is different.

Speaking of his martial arts skills, he and Lu Qi were forced to practice martial arts by the man in front of him since they were young.Perhaps this man suffered from not knowing martial arts, so one day after he retired from the court, he hosted a banquet in Juheng for the Sanlang of the Shen family, an idle dude, and said that he wanted to teach Lu Qi and Xianzhi the two of them. martial arts.

At first, Lu Qi sneered at this man, after all, in the eyes of him or the people of the world, Shen Jiasaburo was just an idler.

But after becoming Xianzhi and Lu Qi's masters, they realized that Shen Jiasaburo was not Shen Jiasaburo under the mask, but a person with identity. Only this identity, the two of them still don't know each other. .

"Alas." Xianzhi let out a long sigh, his master has always been a person who doesn't want others to see his weak side.Xianzhi understands this point better than anyone else, and worries about him more than anyone else.But under the worry, it is mostly fulfilled.

He heard the familiar old man's voice outside, so he got up and lifted the curtain, bowed and went out.Seeing the person coming, he got out of the carriage in two or three steps, stood in front of Lu Qi unobtrusively, and facing the slightly rich old man with his hands behind his back, said in a deep voice, "Grandpa."

Lu Qi was just explaining the things brought from the bamboo house to the eunuch at the side, but before he could finish speaking, he heard Liang Xiang calling him, and his whole body trembled with fright.

He knew that Liang Xiang didn't like his father, and he didn't know why, but he had this feeling since he was a child.Of course, his father also looked down on this old man, his father is a first-class figure in Fufeng City.No matter how bad it is, there is still the protection of the Holy One.Of course, there were times when the Holy One couldn't protect him, he knew it, but he didn't blame it.

After all, when the sage used to coax him in his arms like his father, he would also babble about his father's name, which he and Xian Zhike had both heard.

Naturally, Xiang Liang saw the man coming down from the mountain, still holding a bundle, and thought, a king with a different surname who only lived in Zhaoxing for one night, looks like he has lived on this mountain for several years, and still needs to pack his bundle. How not to be suspicious?

Only Liang Xiang didn't expect Xianzhi who came out halfway.This child Xianzhi is good at everything, and I would like to thank the person who went to the underworld to report that he raised such an emperor's eldest son. It would be great if he could hold it in his hands, but it would be tricky if the relationship is as obscure as it is now.

Liang Xiang nodded in response to Xian Zhi's call, and then said: "I heard that King Xiao Qi brought some good things down from the mountain. I don't know the truth, but I will meet you by fate."

Xianzhi looked back to meet Lu Qi's eyes, saw Lu Qi shook his head in embarrassment, and then said, "Why don't you let Grandpa see it?"

Xianzhi raised his hand and covered Lu Qi's hand, making others see that he was taking something from his arms. He used his strength secretly and pushed Lu Qi. Facing Shang Xianzhi's eyes, he saw Xianzhi shaking his eyebrows.

Lu Qi resisted knowingly, and Xianzhi's subordinates pushed Lu Qi again, and Lu Qi fell to the ground.Xianzhi frowned, and squatted down to help him: "Such a baby? I can't even look at it?"

Lu Qi shook his head violently, and Xian Zhi took advantage of the situation to look up at Xiang Xiang, and shrugged to indicate that he couldn't get it either.

When Liang Xiang saw Lu Qi fall down, he was naturally afraid of blaming him, so he frowned and asked the eunuch next to the frame to help him up, and then he glanced inside the bamboo curtain with his hands behind his back. Although the morning light was good, it couldn't see through the interior of the car.

Prime Minister Liang's trip was fruitless, and he felt a little depressed, but Xianzhi helped Lu Qi up, and said, "Grandpa is also thinking about this Zhaoxing thing?"

"Master Xinling is joking, there is no such thing as the truth."

"Grandson thought that grandpa also had something he liked, and he wanted to say that when he came back next spring, grandson would ask for it for grandpa, and also make grandpa happy, so as not to be like Lu Qi today." Xianzhi pursed her lips, like extremely Looking into his mother's eyes, with a bit of sternness, he looked slightly away and said, "It's inappropriate and decent, grandpa said, but it makes sense?"

Liang Xiang was blocked by his words, and before he got up, he got stuck in his throat. He should not, and he should not.

Once he agreed, he would accuse the king of a different surname. He should not, but he was a little aggrieved.After the two ministers considered it, he said: "Mausoleum Master Lao Xin, don't worry, it's getting late, I'm afraid we'll be leaving soon. The affairs of Duke Yong's mansion are still waiting for your father. The truth is also going back to the carriage first. "

His words fell into Xianzhi's ears, and naturally they also fell into the ears of Xie Ling who was drowsy in the frame.

Xie Ling remembered this Duke Yong clearly, because it was not Zhao Congshan who came back to pick him up in spring who took him to Fufeng back then, but Zhao Xiu, the eldest son who was named Duke Yong.

He remembered that the day after the master asked him if he was going to Fufeng, he was led to the tall building of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion by the little monk.

Three layers of mahogany shelves are lined up side by side, and the middle can be used by one person. There are large cabinets around the study room, and there are hundreds of copies of letters on the cabinets.The big cabinet faced a window, and the light and shadow came down through the bamboo curtain, hitting a small table behind the mahogany bookshelf, and a mattress was placed behind the small table.

In the past, when senior brothers were hiding from Daoist Miaofa, they would love to come here.Xie Ling was not content with sitting on the couch and writing at his desk, preferring to lean on the bookshelf, looking at it for a whole day, until at dusk, when the stone clock in the temple was struck by a novice, he quietly touched it out.

Everyone in Zhaoxing is allowed to borrow books on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, but entry to the second floor is forbidden.Except that senior brother Huixuan got permission from his master, Xie Wuling could only go secretly.

And that day was the first time he walked to those bookshelves that he had sneaked under the watchful eyes of the abbot.