Ning Gu

"Zhao Congshan!" The roar made the whole Juheng Garden tremble, and the two people at the door were so frightened that they stopped.

Originally, it is taboo to call the Holy Master by his name so that he cannot see the rising sun this morning, but because the owner of this voice, Zhao Zuo can't move.

The voice came from the corridor room not far from the west, presumably Zhao Zuo was afraid of delaying the time, so he found a nearby room and put the person in his arms down, so that the person could come to see the doctor.

The voice just now rang out again outside the corridor: "You don't want his life, just take a knife to finish it off as soon as possible, won't you?"

I don't know what Zhao Zuo said under the eaves, but the man said again: "It's useful to know that you are wrong, he won't be unconscious in your arms just now! What did you promise yourself at the beginning? The king of a country, backtracking? Or Are you prepared to fool around with a wandering doctor like Cao Min?"

Lu Qi followed Xianzhi quickly through the corridor, stepped forward and said, "Uncle Qi! My father..." I don't know if Lu Qi has sensed Xie Ling's attitude these days or something else. Before the word "father" was called Quan, he changed his words, "Shanren, what happened to him?"

"I can't die, but..."

"But what?"

"It's coming soon!" Qi Zhisheng gave Zhao Zuo a hard look, and then continued to order, "Leave someone by his side to guard him. Since Mr. Shanshan has a lot of opportunities every day, don't force him. Xiao Qier, you come and guard him." .”

"Okay." Lu Qi said and was about to enter the house.Xianzhi hastily added a sentence, and gave a reason as high-sounding as possible: "Lu Qi and I will take turns to guard for a few days. Xianzhi is a student, so he should do his best."

Qi Zhisheng nodded, as he agreed, and cast his eyes on Zhao Zuo. Seeing that he didn't respond, he became even more angry, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and let out a "hum".

Zhao Zuo hesitated for a long time, watching Qi Zhisheng turn around, as if he was going to lead Lu Qi and Xianzhi into the house, for some reason, he thought in his heart, and came out along his mouth: "He...how did he get here?"

"How did he get here, Zhao Congshan ask others, why not ask yourself!"

"I..." Zhao Zuo raised his head suddenly, and met Qi Zhisheng's eyes in front of the door, with a bit of tenderness.

But Xianzhi answered a question: "Mr. Qi, the teacher forgot about Lu Qi, is there something wrong?"

"When he woke up, I asked him that he didn't want to remember. If he doesn't want to remember something, it's harder to remember. Later, I heard that something happened with Huixuan, which may have affected him."

"As for his fainting, I guess it's probably your father's dirty things that took up his mind."

"What will happen after that?" Zhao Zuo asked.

"If he wakes up and doesn't bother with those things, then it's fine. If he insists, just like today, cough until the blood runs out."

Zhao Zuo took a deep breath before asking, "Is there no cure again?"

"Zhao Congshan, do you still remember what I told you when you asked me to come to Fufengxie Mansion to pick you up?"

"People who are terminally ill all blame Yao Shi Wangran."

Zhao Zuo couldn't understand it at the beginning, but he has experienced it in the past few years.Now he is the terminally ill person, but he can't blame the medicine stone.

His medicine stone, now there is only one flavor left.That flavor is called Xie Ling.

It grew in his heart, and if he wanted to save his life, he always had to cut a knife in his heart.

"That's what Xie Wuling said to me back then. He thought I'd relay it to you when he couldn't talk to you anymore. I laughed at him at the time, but I didn't expect to actually wait until he couldn't talk."

Qi Zhisheng was the one who picked up the grass for him with this knife. The knife pierced his heart, but it didn't look like grass, but his life.

Zhao Zuo's eyes darkened, and he seemed to be beaten by these words.It was him, resigned to his fate.

Qi Zhisheng coughed lightly, and added: "When you brought him back, his pulse was already calm. You should have a good dream tonight. Your Majesty should return as soon as possible, and the people of Li are still waiting for you, so please don't bother him anymore." .”

"Mr. Qi is here," Zhao Zuo said while bowing, "I also ask Mr. Qi to reassure him more. Huixuan's first seven, the widow will guard him." Just finished speaking, Zhao Zuo Seeing Qi Zhisheng push open the door without saying a word and stepping in, he could only look at Xianzhi meaningfully.

Xianzhi obviously understood what he said, nodded his head, and followed into the house.

As the moon fades to the west, Guanghua casts light on the couch through the bamboo curtain of the verandah.

Xie Ling lay there quietly.If the three people in the room hadn't heard the disordered and hurried breath, it could really be called "a dream is like this".

Qi Zhisheng heard that Xie Ling's breathing was no longer stable, so he got on the couch in three steps at a time, took the needle, and wanted to help him calm down, but he didn't know where Xie Ling was in his dream, so he didn't dare to put the needle on his head rashly. , I had no choice but to choose a few safe acupoints, let Xianzhi hold the lamp, and instructed Lu Qi to burn the incense for calming the nerves.Although this effect will be much slower.

I don't know how long it took, even Xianzhi was drowsy from the tranquilizing aroma, and Xie Ling finally calmed down.

But Xie Ling, who was alone in the dream, was not as peaceful as lying down.

There are always scenes in twos and threes popping out in his mind.

It’s Zhaoxing’s Buddhist scripture pavilion, Chongque’s main hall, Zhaoxing’s peach tree, and Juheng’s apricot forest...

And some words that I don't know when to say, lingering in his ears bit by bit.

"My surname is Zhaoxing, so naturally I am Zhaoxing's son", "A man of Zhaoxing, born in a chosen world", "Staying loyal in troubled times, pretending to be a sycophant in prosperous times"...

After being dazed for an unknown amount of time, Xie Ling opened his eyes again, as if he had returned to the small courtyard of Duke Yong's mansion.He pushed the courtyard door and walked in.

Everything is no longer the ruins I saw just now, but the old-fashioned appearance. The fence is covered with green vines, and a few potted flowers are placed under the green vines. The apricot tree on the side is quite old. Under the sun, it is just a shady place.

The apricot leaves of Kazuki were rustling by the breeze, as if welcoming him.Of course, the people in his house welcome him more than Xingshu.

He crossed the courtyard and pushed open the verandah door.

"Are you back?" He tilted his head when he heard the voice. Zhao Xiu was sitting in front of his desk, holding in his hand the old note that he had written at the desk the night before on a whim. flower.

He responded, and then heard Zhao Xiu asking in his usual lazy tone: "Jidihua? Mr. Xiao, you are so elegant."

"Yong Guogong has won the award. I have nothing to do, just practice my pen." Xie Wuling looked at Zhao Zuo, seeing that he didn't seem to care even if he was banned and took off his hat, so he got an idea.

He should have known that Zhao Xiu's mother clan was the huge Liang family, even if he wanted to go on a pilgrimage, he would be powerless, and what he got in the end was just to use this excuse to kill the big family's limelight.

So when Prime Minister Wang mentioned that he could only rely on himself in the future, he had so much helplessness.

Even if he resigned from the position of prime minister, it is also regrettable that his Liang family has deep roots in the temple.But he Xie Wuling wanted to make this Fufeng move.

Young people always carry a bit of frivolous air of ignorance, Xie Wuling is like this.

Xie Wuling made a provocative sentence deliberately: "The Duke is also free now, is there nothing to do?"

"Mr. Zhaoxing is said to be smart. I think it's nothing more than that?" Zhao Xiu walked around Xie Wuling with his head held high, as if to show Xie Wuling his last bit of pride, and walked to the clothes hanger near the couch.

Xie Wuling's eyes followed him, and only then did he realize that what was hanging on the hanger was not his old shirt, but the theater gown, which was worn under the prison and made Zhao Xiu's eyes darken.

The patterns are not complicated, but the colors are indeed gorgeous. There is a budding apricot plant lying on the front of the robe, which was added by Xie Wuling on the spur of the moment.The scholar can't see it, but someone can see it.

"I'm free, but I have something to do." Zhao Xiuyang pointed to the robe, "Does Mr. Xiao understand what I mean? When I came to Fufeng, I didn't hesitate to ask Mr. Xiao. Now Xiu also has a request."

Xie Wuling looked at the robe, then at Zhao Xiu, frowning tightly: "Duke, I, Xie Pingzhi, still call you 'Duke', I hope you still remember your identity."

Xie Wuling hoped that he would know that he was just his disciple, not his confinement.Naturally, she won't be like Sang Luo, who takes whatever she wants.

"My identity, heh," Zhao Xiu continued with a dejected smile, "I know my identity very well. What I don't know is you, Mr. Xie Xiao, and my dead mother's younger brother?"

After hearing Zhao Xiu's words, Xie Wuling's gaze became sharp: "Say it again!"

Such a ruthless look made Zhao Xiu even more interested, and repeated those words again.

"The ones who don't know their identities are you and that mother-dead Zhao Zuo."

Zhao Xiu's words were interrupted by the silver dagger that Xie Wuling swung suddenly.However, Xie Wuling didn't know martial arts, Zhao Xiu opened the dagger without a single swing, and threw it out of the window.

Zhao Xiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him, throwing him to the ground.Zhao Xiu held him under him, and the sly corner of his mouth appeared in front of Xie Wuling's eyes at close range.

Just now, after a lot of struggle, I don't know how many cups and cups were knocked over, and the porcelain pieces were broken all over the floor.When Xie Wuling fell down, one or two pieces of porcelain pierced his back, causing him to frown.

But Zhao Xiu's eyes were filled with the excitement of catching the prey and the excitement of being bloodthirsty, and he turned a deaf ear to his pain.Zhao Xiu lowered his head and leaned into Xie Wuling's ear and said, "Do you know how his concubine mother died? It was to protect him. It was so difficult to give birth to him." There was a bit of victor's disdain in his words, "She still came After begging my mother, I was by my side at that time. Zhao Zuo must not know how beautiful his mother and concubine were at that time. But no matter how beautiful she is, she is not as beautiful as you."

Xie Wuling tilted his head, the disgust in his eyes had nowhere to put it.He didn't want to know these secrets of Chongque, not at all.

There is only one Zhao Congshan in his heart, not Zhao Zuo, not the child who almost died in Chongque.It was the person who came to listen to the piano when the peach blossoms were just blooming, and the person who stood under the apricot tree and waited for him when he woke up and opened the door.

"Why, don't you also want him to live?" Zhao Xiu went down Xie Wuling's neck and sucked on his collarbone, "Be obedient and take advantage of this spare time, let's have fun together?"

Zhao Xiu's words were unbearable, Xie Wuling didn't listen to a few words, just stretched out his hand to touch the direction of the stabbing pain on his back, as he thought, he touched a piece of broken porcelain near there.He held the broken porcelain in his palm calmly, and struggled again, but to the person on him, it was like an egg hitting a rock.

He bit his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and replied coldly: "Wrong, even he can live without me. Only me..." Without him, he would be at a loss .

Xie Wuling lifted the broken porcelain piece to his neck.

He is a man of good deeds, so he should be proud of himself.

Zhao Xiu panicked for a moment, and lifted his hand, and when he pulled his hand like this, the broken porcelain slipped along his neck, leaving a bloodstain.

Zhao Xiu was even more anxious, picked him up, and threw him on the couch. The broken porcelain pieces that hadn't been inserted into the back just now seemed to be a little deeper, which made Xie Wuling grit his teeth, "Hiss" With a sound.

As if he was used to it, Zhao Xiu skillfully tied up the hands and feet of the person on the bed.

I don't know where to pull an outer shirt, and covered Xie Wuling's neck, as if Zhao Xiu couldn't see the blood, and the blood under Xie Wuling's neck would stop bleeding.

"You'd better send me to hell, otherwise you won't be able to keep me." Xie Wuling was used to bluffing, he looked at the blurred fire in Zhao Xiu's eyes, and said fiercely.

Zhao Xiu stood up in response, raised his hand and grabbed Xie Wuling's neck, his fingers gradually tightened, Xie Wuling subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab the hand that was holding his neck, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

"Don't think I'm afraid." Zhao Xiu warned softly.

Xie Wuling struggled and laughed, he thought clearly, without him, the Wang family would be in trouble.The loose sand left by Zhaoxing in the temple is bound to overwhelm that clan.

Without Liang's family, for Zhao Zuo, the road ahead is Zhuangkang Avenue, as long as he doesn't look back, that's fine.

Xie Wuling thought his move was a relief, but he didn't know what was waiting for him was even more cruel.