Ning Gu

In the old days, when the old people were in the ruins, it was inevitable that something would happen.

Xianzhi looked back and met the eyes of the person behind Zhao Zuo, and couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

He suddenly couldn't understand his father.

The door of the small courtyard was burned to ashes by the fire that night, and one or two bluestones that were originally placed under the threshold were half-buried there alone, waking up to someone.

Standing on the bluestone, Zhao Zuo still raised his feet and stepped over the threshold of nothingness, as familiar as he had walked in front of his own house.However, only Zhao Zuo knew how many times in his absurd dreams during the night after Xie Wuling left, he lingered in front of this threshold, as if he knew what he would see when he stepped into the yard—those were not his The scene I hope to see; how many times have I resolutely stepped in after hesitation, and brought out the scarred person.

Just like Huixuan came out with the wonderful method later, except that the two of them left the blue sky and the yellow spring together, and one of the yellow springs turned back and waited; while Zhao Zuo and the people he brought out were in this world, entangled and tied, Until death.

The dream of that nightmare is still vivid, and Zhao Zuo's footsteps are also stagnant before entering the yard.The few people who followed him also entered the yard.

"Guanzhi?" Xianzhi murmured in a low voice, and then stepped forward, bowing to the voice, "Father, Uncle Shihuang."

"En." Zhao Zuo responded, and then saw Xie Ling who was sitting on the bluestone behind Xian Zhi move, as if he was about to use the bluestone to stand up.

Zhao Zuo bypassed Xianzhi, stepped forward in two or three steps, put his hand on Xie Ling's shoulder, and patted him twice to signal him not to get up.Only then did he take a seat next to him, Xie Ling also took advantage of the situation and moved to the side to make room for him.

Guan Zhi on the other end called out "brother" with a low eyebrow, then cast his gaze at Zhao Zuo, and saw the man in black robe beside Zhao Zuo, but he couldn't see clearly.

He was curious, but Zhao Shi, the lord of Xuancheng next to him, seemed to be even more curious than him, holding a lantern and saying sarcastic remarks, he took a photo of it: "Brother Huang, I was very anxious on the way, so it turned out that this dilapidated house Hidden 'Jiao'? I wonder if my younger brother is destined to see it?"

"Haven't you seen enough of Uncle Shi's beautiful family?" Lu Qi, who was following Guanzhi, was afraid that Uncle Shi would say something contemptuous, so he made a sound and said something.

Hearing Lu Qi's defense, Zhao Shi thought to himself that this 'Jiao' still has a lot of means. After all, it is not easy to subdue Lu Qi.Didn't the empress of the main palace still let Lu Qi look at her?

Thinking of Zhao Shi, he bent down and turned his head to see the face of the man in the black robe.

Xie Ling tilted his head slightly, raised his hand to put on the hood, and gave Zhao Zuo a look. Seeing that Zhao Zuo nodded in response, he took off his hat and showed his true face, making Zhao Shi glance at this The face hidden under the black robe.

Zhao Shi's eyes were filled with astonishment immediately, and he was a little speechless: "This..."

Before he came back to his senses, Zhao Zuo put the hood back on Xie Ling's place and explained, "It's windy."

As for Guan Zhi who stood aside just now, when he saw the face under the hood, his eyes shook even more violently, and he hurried forward again, calling out: "Teacher."

Xie Ling frowned, he had too many memories in his mind, some of them were entwined, he could sort them out based on the scenery, and recall some based on their names, but he didn't know who the person in front of him was. I didn't know how to answer for a while.

He subconsciously turned his eyes to Zhao Zuo, wanting to ask.

It was Xianzhi who answered him: "Master, it's about watching."

"Look at it." Xie Ling hesitated for a while, then subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, before laughing, "My memory is not very good, no wonder."

Xie Ling smiled, while Zhao Zuo's brow furrowed a little further.

No matter what Xie Ling's temperament is now, Zhao Zuo always understands Xie Wuling's temperament thoroughly. Xie Ling is the kind of person who can laugh and laugh on the surface, and is more willing to suffer behind the scenes.

Just now when he was seated, Zhao Zuo knew Xie Ling's bright red lips had just vomited blood. He was actually more panicked than anyone else, but he was in the ruins of the Duke's mansion, and he even held him close to his arms. Action, can not do.

He didn't know how many pairs of eyes were looking at him that night, and how many pairs of eyes were looking at the people around him.

Zhao Zuo closed his gaze, looked at the man in black robe beside him, and felt that he was looking at a shadow in the night.

That's right, in those past years, Xie Wuling was a shadow behind him, as long as he lowered his head, he could see it.If he is partial to him, he still doesn't know how to bow his head.

now……

"Father Emperor." Zhao Zuo thought of half of his thoughts, and was interrupted by this sound.Seeing his father looking at him, Xianzhi said again: "Guanzhi came to this mansion, is there something going on?"

"Yeah," Lu Qi heard Xianzhi mention Guanzhi, and was confused for a moment, "Brother Guanzhi only loves the golden house in the book, why did he come here today?"

Lu Qi's words elicited a chuckle from Zhao Shi, and he didn't say anything more. Naturally, he knew the deep meaning of Xian Zhi's question.

On the contrary, Zhao Zuo clung to Xie Ling's ear and said softly, "He should be the eldest grandson of the emperor, the son of the concubine Liang Zhen."

But later, according to historical records, the eldest grandson of the emperor died in the Yongguo mansion, and Guanzhi entered the royal genealogy in the name of Zhao Zuo's adopted son.

Guanzhi is Zhao Zuo's adopted son. He was born with beautiful features, white teeth and red lips. It may be said that he has inherited all the advantages of his biological parents. He is intelligent and good at fine brushwork.If he didn't just love books and slips, he would be a romantic and refined guest.

It's just that the history books don't record it, and the things that my family doesn't know are just a few secrets in this daily life note.

Viewing it is one of the secrets, the person who saved the two sisters Liang Zhen and Liang Zhuo with their lives, and the only person who has anything to do with this Duke's mansion.

He is the only remaining heir of Duke Yong.

Everyone here, except Lu Qi and Xie Ling who doesn't remember anything, knows it.

But at this moment, Zhao Zuo brought Guan Zhi to the ruins of the mansion. In the eyes of others, it can be said that he valued it. In the eyes of those insiders of the Liang family, he easily had other thoughts.

"I asked my father to bring me here." Guan Zhi took a step forward, took out a piece of yellowed paper from his arms, and handed it over. The paper was not wrinkled, so he thought it was extremely cherished.

On the bottom of the paper were written two lines of small letters:

There are apricots in front of the window, which are covered by a tree.

So I put all my thoughts and feelings every day under my apricot.

"My mother once said that this small note should be kept away. When I grow up, I will take a look at it, and I will understand it." Guan Zhi said with a low eyebrow, "I have read it all these years. In the old days, I thought it was a mountain league, but there were no apricot trees in my mother's courtyard. But a few days ago, I heard from Uncle Shihuang that all the apricot trees in Duke Yong's mansion were burnt down, and I thought maybe..."

Guan Zhi didn't finish the rest of the story, Xie Ling got the Fang Xiaojian from Zhao Zuo's hand, but glanced at it, and passed it to Xian Zhi.

After all, he is not the Mr. lottery solver in the temple, and the things in his mind have not been resolved, and now he is even more powerless to ask him to solve the problem.

After the remaining three people had finished circulating, Zhao Zuo opened his mouth.

"Since the letterhead is an old thing, don't take it out easily." After being instructed, Zhao Zuo asked, "What do you think?"

"I think, since my mother said, 'Take it under the apricot', then dig up the apricot tree and have a look?"

It's a pity that Xie Ling can't remember, and he can't figure out what happened afterwards. If he still remembers a little bit, there may be other explanations for this note.

"How to think, how to do." Xie Ling said.

This sentence drew Xianzhi's sideways glance, and there seemed to be something shining in his eyes.

Once upon a time, this person also said such words to him. Now it sounds like a long time has passed. Counting it carefully, it is only five years.

Xie Wuling's teaching him is different from teaching others.

To Lu Qi, he only mentioned one or two points in his homework; to Guan Zhi, he only taught him in three or four words; only to Xian Zhi, from the beginning to the end, he taught him hand in hand, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, planning and making plans, In the same way, when taking homework exams, I often ask him questions about people's livelihood, asking him what he thinks and how to do it. Later, he also asks him if there may be mistakes in the middle and how to make up for them.

When Xianzhi was young, he was also troubled by these things, after all he was young and frivolous.Now that I am older and know right from wrong, I suddenly feel different.

Xie Ling felt that Xianzhi's eyes were burning on him for a while, and even Zhao Zuo frowned.

It might not be good if this continues, Xie Ling thought.

Xie Ling raised his hand, pushed Xianzhi, and said, "Don't want to help?"

After Xie Ling's point, he looked at the apricot tree, and saw Zhao Shi, Lu Qi and Guan Zhi kneeling in front of the tree and digging happily, but unfortunately there were no other tools here, and it was in Xie Wuling again. The yard was sealed off after he left, and he didn't have anything at hand to dig the soil, so he had to dig it out with his hands.

Xianzhi looked at it twice, picked up a piece of gray tile from the edge of the fence, and went to help.

Probably this is also the time when the princes and grandchildren are the most down-to-earth, Xie Ling looked at it and smiled, smiled, and suddenly coughed again.

Zhao Zuo raised his hand to pat him on the back, and when his cough subsided, he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Three princes and a prince were digging the trees in my yard," Xie Ling suddenly didn't know how to describe it, and he held back for a long time before he could say a few words, "It's... my glory, um, it's my glory .”

"This is your glory, what is that widow?"

"It's my heart."

Xie Ling raised his eyes and said this to Zhao Zuo. The amorous feelings in his peach blossom eyes were the beginning of Zhao Zuo's willingness to lead his neck to be killed for him.

Zhao Zuo coughed lightly twice, lifted his robe, seemed to be hiding some reaction, took a few deep breaths, wanted to glance at the troublemaker beside him, but seeing his innocent face, he could only endure it.

Zhao Zuo turned his eyes away and looked at the people digging the soil under the tree. Hearing Xie Ling suddenly say: "You said, if what you dug out was a jar of wine, wouldn't they be disappointed?"

"Will not."

"Huh? No wine?"

"I won't be disappointed. If you buried it, it should be 15 years old."

"You want to drink?" Xie Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Take a sip."

"That won't work, it will have to be buried for another three years." Xie Ling said, but his heart suddenly seemed to be tightened by something.He fisted the hand hidden under his sleeve.

"Buried for three years, dowry?"

"Whose dowry?" Xie Ling frowned, suppressing the momentary discomfort in his heart, and asked following Zhao Zuo's words.Because of this question, Zhao Zuo was in a good mood, so he didn't pay attention to the frowning.

"Your, just for marrying me." Zhao Zuo was about to retaliate with an eye, and said it with a serious face.

After speaking, Xie Ling took a look at him, but his brows were full of joy.

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