Ning Gu

"You..." Xie Ling glanced at him before saying, "It seems to have changed."

"changed?"

"It's not the Cong Shanlang from memory." Xie Ling frowned, his voice became very small, but Zhao Zuo still heard it.

For 15 years, Zhao Zuo was angry, loved, and repented.The position of the person in front of him in his heart is no longer what it used to be.He took the initiative to raise his eyes and met Xie Ling's eyes.

The original Xie Pingzhi could always see through his thoughts, but the current Xie Ling was Xie Wuling who had just entered Fufeng at that time, and came to him with enthusiasm for him without hesitation.

Zhao Zuo thought that he could see the thoughts and tenderness in his eyes, which were probably more effective love words than any vows of love.

But as soon as Xie Ling met his gaze, before he could find out the blind emotion hidden deep in his gaze, he was called back by Lu Qi's voice.

"Mountain man! Mountain man!"

"Ah?" Xie Ling didn't have the strength to shout to him, but Zhao Zuo answered for him.

"Your Majesty, something has been dug up!" Lu Qi stepped forward to announce the good news.

"What is it?"

"No... I didn't see it clearly," Lu Qi rushed to tell Xie Ling the news, so he didn't continue digging, leaving Xianzhi and the others to continue digging. He made his own noise and came to Xie Ling, "But it should... …yes……"

Lu Qi subconsciously raised his hand and shook his head, thinking about what he touched under the soil, when he was answered by Xian Zhi who followed him later.

"It's a jar of old wine."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Ling felt a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows at Zhao Zuo, as if to say, it turned out that it was really wine.

Zhao Zuo said: "Sir, you are really good at predicting things."

"What? Shanren already knew?" Lu Qi asked in surprise.

"Hmm... I didn't expect there to be wine." Xie Ling muttered in a low voice.

"That's right, another three years?" Zhao Zuo asked Xie Ling with a half-smile.

After saying that, Xie Ling got another slap in the face.Zhao Zuo turned a blind eye.

While speaking, Guan Zhi took out the altar of wine and held it in front of Xie Ling: "Father, teacher, this..."

Xie Ling raised his head to look at the jar of wine, his eyes stayed on the rope for a long time.The discomfort that was suppressed just now surged in my heart again.

Xianzhi also followed Xie Ling's gaze, and said, "There seems to be something strange about this sealing rope. Others just pull a piece of wine when they bury it. Even if Master was particular about it back then, it's not appropriate..."

Xian Zhi didn't say anything further, instead he asked Xie Ling with a wink.

Without waiting for Xie Ling's answer, Zhao Zuo took over the words: "It's also not appropriate to use the colored ribbons from Hu people's clothes as sealing ropes."

Hearing this, Xie Ling was startled, bit his lower lip, and remained silent.

Seeing this, Zhao Zuo said again: "Don't be drunk, Lang Zhong Sang Luojiu."

Xie Ling's eyes were full of panic, and there was also this sentence in the words that flashed through his mind just now, and it rang in his ears. He found the thread in the chaotic memory, and he peeled it gently, but it was A secret to be buried with him.

"Sang Luo is a barbarian, he must have given you this wine."

Xie Ling was still immersed in that memory and hadn't come to terms with it yet, but hiding under the hood, Zhao Zuo just pretended that he didn't want to talk about it.However, only Xie Wuling knew what happened in Yongguo's mansion, Zhao Zuo didn't.

All Zhao Zuo knew was that when he entered the yard, there was a man covered with bruises leaning against the apricot tree, so he didn't even dare to hug that man.

Zhao Zuo continued to press: "Sang Hou came and asked the widow to bring you a message, but there is an exchange. Besides, you want to know that it's not just Sang Luo?" Zhao Zuo said while looking at Guan Zhi.

Xie Ling's temperament is doomed to many things, and he is suppressed by himself, but this does not mean that Zhao Zuo can let him hold these things in his heart, he also wants to hold them for him, so that he can breathe.

Zhao Zuo has been brooding over the affairs of the Yongguo Duke's Mansion for many years, now that he has the opportunity to ask, how can he pretend that he doesn't care?

Xie Ling swallowed the sweetness in his throat, his voice was a bit vague but he still insisted: "How to exchange?"

"You say one, and the widow will say one."

"it is good."

"Let's talk about this jar of wine first?"

"The wine was given by Sang Luo. After the case of the Criminal Ministry, Duke Yong would come to me for tea and games every night. But on August [-]th, Chongque held a banquet, which was the one that was entrusted to you. Duke Yong and the concubine had to enter the palace to attend the banquet." Only me, Sang Luo, and Yingying Yanyan, who was tired of being teased by him in Duke Yong's mansion, are left in the mansion."

"The butler arranged dinner in the main hall at the request of the princess. I didn't go, but Sang Luo came to our courtyard and brought a few jars of wine."

In autumn, the night is cool and the moon is covered by floating clouds. The entire Yongguo Palace is somewhat bleak.

Xie Wuling sat under the eaves as if unaffected, and ate on the floor.A few days ago, he asked the little novice to secretly buy the food. After receiving the food from the little novice that day, he sent the novice back to Zhaoxing to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Now this Fufeng, he is really alone.

"Ling'er." Sang Luo held the wine, pushed open his door, and called the name he only called in Hudi, with an accent.

Xie Wuling got up, he couldn't understand the person in front of him for a while, but he still stepped forward to take the wine.

"Brother invites Ling'er to drink today, it's... the last time."

It's the last time to eat wine, and it's also the last time to be Ling'er's elder brother.The sky in Fufeng is about to change. During these days, the porcelain kiln in Xishan has collapsed, and the imprisoned officials have almost assembled half of the department. It is even more difficult for Duke Yong.

Xie Wuling once suggested to Zhao Xiu during the chess game: "When the game is broken, it will be messed up instead."

But because of Xie Wuling's appointment to meet the head of the Lu family, Zhao Xiu never believed him.On the cusp of the storm, still not avoiding.

Even Liang Zhen also met several counselors privately for Zhao Xiu, and Zhao Xiu's words turned into a lie that Liang Zhen was not loyal to him.

A loyal heart, all paid off.

"In the end it was he himself who harmed this duke's mansion." Sang Luo and Xie Wuling drank a few cups and said leisurely.

Xie Wuling didn't argue, just looked at the person in front of him, and said after a long time: "Why do you want to name it Sangluo?"

"The color is tenderer than cold syrup, and the fragrance is as eternal as nectar." Sang Luo's eyes were deep and he couldn't hide the nostalgia in his heart, "Do you still remember this poem you read to me?"

"Why don't you remember, if you don't remember, how could I have said the last sentence when I first met you?"

"Yeah, back then you were always following behind me, stealing drinks from Orchid restaurants."

"At that time, I also told you that you were good-looking, like mulberry wine. 'The color is more tender than cold ginger'."

"This is the reason. You returned to Zhaoxing, and I was borrowed by Huixuan to watch this person for him. I didn't have time to say hello to you. I was afraid that you would be angry when you saw me in the future, and I was afraid that you would not recognize me in the future." I can't even vent my anger."

Hearing the words, Xie Wuling raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the white jade cup into Sang Luo's arms, the cup hit Sang Luo's chest, and rolled to the ground along with the material of the clothes.

Xie Wuling said: "Okay, vent your anger."

Seeing him like this, Sang Luo couldn't help laughing out loud. Xie Wuling used the most childish way to complete this reminiscence, but both of them knew that the line in the poem that had never been uttered was their tacit understanding. if.

The color is tenderer than cold syrup, and the fragrance is the same as nectar and eternal spring.Ten thousand carry a bucket, and send the old friend of Xiaoxiang far away.

"Today is the holiday, don't talk about these things anymore. I have a gift to send to Ling'er. Can you taste the mooncake that Huixuan brought to you last year?"

"Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Yangzhou had wine, and I had time to go back to Zhaoxing in the future. When I came back, I tasted the wine my brother gave me. It was very fragrant." Xie Wuling thought of the jar of fine wine last year, and his peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons. .

"Buddha eats wine?"

"No, it's always been the brother who left it at the foot of the mountain. I stole it and tasted it before going back to the temple."

"That's fine. As long as you like the wine, I'll get someone to hide a cellar of wine for you in the northwest, and it will be enough for you every year in the future."

"What about this year?" Xie Wuling looked around. The wine that Sang Luo mentioned just now was naturally not the fine wine from the Northwest, but just ordinary old wine. You can buy all the wine, and then tie two or three of your stupid clothes ropes to fool people?"

"Of course not." Sang Luo smiled, took out a long bag from his arms, and handed it to Xie Wuling, "What you want. Everyone involved."

"Brother, do you know what you're doing?" The smile in Xie Wuling's eyes disappeared.

"I know, he lives as he lives, he dies as he dies. I'm sorry for Huixuan and you, we must do our best."

"Mind strength?" Xie Wuling flicked his sleeves, stood up angrily, and said condescendingly, "Brother is using all his heart power? Brother is clearly trying his best! Brother take... take these, and bet on him alone?"

Sang Luo poured himself a glass of wine as usual, and laughed out loud, with a bit of bitterness in his voice.He knew Xie Wuling's exquisite thoughts, he was gambling.

Bet that when he handed Xie Wuling the hilt of his knife hanging above his head, Xie Wuling didn't dare to take it, even if he did, he didn't dare to raise the knife and drop it.

The old people in Hudi always say, "Three-year-old is old, seven-year-old is old." Xie Wuling and Sang Luo lost their way at night in the northwest and were trapped by a wolf. The wolf fell asleep by the stone and stayed late at night. When a person is asleep, one hit kills him.

The two children were not far away, trembling with fear, Xie Wuling took out a dagger that Hui Xuan had prepared for him from his sleeve, trembling, he couldn't even pull the dagger out of its sheath, and didn't know how to kill the wolf.On the other hand, Sang Luo kept holding a scimitar, it turned out that when Xie Wuling saw him, he still laughed at him, a handsome young man favored that scimitar, he was bullied by the neighbors, so he didn't use the scimitar to scare others.

In the middle of the night, the wolf tentatively came over. Sang Luo took a deep breath and slashed at the wolf.There was a knife that caught the wolf somewhere, causing a howl.

The two children were taken aback, the lone wolf's aura weakened, and Sang Luo was about to slash a few more times, but Xie Wuling grabbed his hand, stopped him, and said timidly, "Let's go, wolves live in packs. It is suffering enough to think about it alone, so don’t kill it all.”

But Sang Luo didn't know who to listen to. When meeting a wolf, either you die or I die.He changed his hand to raise the saber, but when he raised it, Xie Wuling blocked the saber.

Sang Luo gave up and pulled him away, away from the wounded wolf.

And now Duke Yong is that wolf, and Chang Zhe is the scimitar in his hand, and Sang Luo put the knife in his hand with his own hands.

But obviously both Sang Luo and Xie Wuling knew the ending, so Xie Wuling would be so angry.He only thought that his brother was a pure Hudi youth in his heart, but unfortunately this was Fufeng, a temple under the feet of the emperor.

Under the temple, there is no purity.

"Yes, I bet. If it's up to your life, lose half your life, and burn your youth name, even if it's impossible to recover, bet on his offspring, me, and I'll be happy. What about you? If you are Cong Shanlang in this situation, what should you do?"

"There is no such if." Xie Wuling leaned over to pick up the folder, and then threw it away without even looking at it, "I will not let him have this if."

Under the moon, Xie Wuling stood with his hands behind his back, saying the most magnanimous promise in his life.

Sang Luo looked at the back of this man, the young man who didn't even have a crown, stood upright, just like the eldest son of the Wang family who stood under the city gate and welcomed him into Fufeng, probably this is Zhao Xing's pride.

There is a gully in the chest, and the universe is hidden in the belly, and then it supports the world. Sang Luo thinks that he has no carelessness, and it is just for this person to plan and calculate. It starts with love and ends up trapped in love.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, lying on his back in the yard, taking a deep breath as if he had unloaded all his burdens.

He won the bet, but he also lost.