Ning Gu

The east wind blows to the end of spring, less warmth and more heat.In front of the gate of Juheng Garden, there are several willows and some shade.

On the famous Liuzhu street that exits from the corner of the garden, there are hawkers coming and going, making a lot of noise.

Those who don't know, think that Juheng is standing in a corner of the troubled world, but in fact, after the completion of Juheng, Xie Wuling specially created a lively place for Xianzhi.

Sang Luo came from Liuzhu Street, walked around the corner tea stall, looked at the green wall and wooden gate, and squinted.

The words passed on were passed in, and before waiting for a long time, a little boy led the way, Sang Luo pursed his lips, said "Thank you", and was led into the garden.

Zhao Zuo had just told Lu Qi that he would meet outside the garden in person, but it was just talking, and in a blink of an eye he asked the boy to take that man to Fatan.

Since Xie Wuling drank poison that year, he came to live in Heng from time to time, occupying the room called "Fatan".

"Fatan" was originally the guest house where Miaofa lived in Zhaoxing. Later, when Juheng was built, Xie Wuling became selfish and chose a small house not far from the main hall, planted an apricot tree behind the house, and replaced the small house. Inscribed with cutting sandalwood, he often lives there.

After Lu Qi followed Xie Wuling, he was told that Fatan in Juheng was a place he could not go to, and there was Xie Wuling's secret there.The only time he went there was when he begged Xianzhi to take him in, but in the end Xianzhi was punished by Xie Wuling to copy the book for a long time.

But when he went in, all he saw was a lacquered qin, two doors, and three or four bookcases.

I can't see what secrets are hidden, but I always believe that this is a place that no one else can enter or leave.

Zhao Zuo knew that he defended Xie Wuling, so he didn't intend to refute it, but Zhao Zuo had indeed been dealing with papers in that room for a long time, so naturally he was used to attracting people to meet and talk there.

So when Sang Luo was led by the little boy to the Fattan Pavilion, Zhao Zuo was writing the scriptures with a vermilion pen.

Zhao Zuo looked at the person, the years had added some elegance to his exquisite face, but those lake blue eyes had not changed, as many years ago, still seemed like an unfathomable abyss.

The eyes of the two met, but Zhao Zuo looked away first, making trouble.

"Mr. Sang Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

"Your Majesty took a lot of trouble to let people let go of Zhao Jian's life experience, and let the prince watch him." Sang Luo took two steps closer and said, "So I invite Sang Luo here just for a word of peace? Or Your Majesty, just want to catch up with Sang Luo?"

"Reminiscing about the old days? Mr. Sang Luo and I don't have so many old things to recount, it's nothing more than..."

Sang Luo didn't stop, and when he came to Zhao Zuo's case, he leaned over and raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "I just want to try Zhao Jian? I have raised a cat for more than ten years, will it become a tiger one day?"

Hu people's eyes and charming words are the most deceptive.But this flirtatious eye is talking mean words in this garden.

If Xie Wuling was here, he would have explained that he is like this, everything he has done all his life does not match his appearance, and he has been doing deviant things all his life.

It's a pity that Xie Wuling is no longer here.And the person he chose also needs his deviant today.

"Why, Your Majesty thinks that the cat he raises is not docile enough? He has been in Chongque for 13 years, and he only reads books and draws with a brush, which is useless. Isn't that enough?"

"It's a cat or a tiger, I'm used to not being able to tell the difference. If I could tell the difference, Xie Ning would have died here." Instead of dying in the lonely Xie Mansion, let the original Zhao Zuo give him a ride Neither can.Zhao Zuo blushed and said coldly.

The reddish-eyed look was like the sword that angered Sang Luo, piercing his heart, causing him to fight back: "He died here? He dedicated himself to you, but you still call him thank you, that's the door." The children at the tea stall outside are more sober than you. You fool!" Sang Luo slapped the table, his lips trembling with anger.

"Dedicate yourself? What a devotion! In Duke Yong's residence, he used Zhao Xiu to make fun of him; Xuancheng and Changle were originally tacitly understood by Chongque, but he separated the two of them as if they were strangers with a piece of paper, and Xuancheng would never become an official again; Huixuan's wife, Miaofa, was hurt by a villain, so he ordered that villain to be made into a human pig..." Zhao Zuo stopped talking, "Say it! This is all! How can it be worth dedicating yourself to a widow? His fate is also his own fault."

Zhao Zuo's eyes turned to the window. Once upon a time, the man with the blue ribbon and tied hair was standing in front of this window and said a very familiar word.

"Xie Ping's fate in the future is Xie Ping's own fault, it has nothing to do with Cong Shanlang."

"Nonsense! You are so stupid!" Sang Luo gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and brushed his sleeves, hating himself for not bringing the scimitar with him. If he did, he would have to tear the corpse of the person in front of him to pieces.

"Oh? The widow is talking nonsense? The words and sentences in the history books are made of the widow's nonsense? But you Sangluo, regardless of superiority and inferiority, swearing at you, the widow is very curious, do you all have the same temper? Xie Wuling sees the widow If you don’t kneel, you see that the widow not only doesn’t kneel but also sternly curses?”

When Sang Luo heard the phrase "you Zhao Xing", he staggered, and managed to hold onto the edge of the table to stabilize his figure.

"Why, Mr. Sang Luo has nothing to argue?" The corners of Zhao Zuo's mouth curled into a sly, but when Zhao Zuo retracted his eyes, Sang Luo finally caught the guilt and darkness in his eyes.

Sang Luo took a deep breath to calm himself down, Hu Lan's eyes moved, and said: "I have heard from Pingzhi that the Holy Majesty is used to acting, he can't tell the truth from the fake, but the Holy Majesty's eyes are the most delicate. It would be deceiving. Now it seems that it is true."

This game was originally Zhao Zuo's blind oppression, but after this sentence, the twists and turns gave Sang Luo a chance to breathe.

Seeing Zhao Zuo's frown, he felt more relieved, turned around and sat down leisurely, dispelled all the strife just now, and said casually: "Since the sage wants to reminisce about the past, then Sang Luo will accompany the sage to reminisce about the past. The sage What I just said just now is nothing more than wanting me to tell the story behind the Yongguo Palace. So that you can solve the mystery of the water leak in the Yongguo Palace? It’s not impossible, but..."

"What do you want?"

"Human people have different temperaments than Han people. They don't want to be greedy. They only ask three times." Sang Luo made a three-point comparison to Zhao Zuo. As I said, I want to see the old man; the second request, everything in the Yongguo government will be returned to the person who belongs to it; the third request, the child is free."

"Oh," Zhao Zuo snorted coldly, "a story, in exchange for these three requests, is Sang Luo treating the widow as a three-year-old child? What's more, the old man has gone, and the widow can't answer the first request; the second request, the widow can still consider, As for the three requests..." Zhao Zuode tapped his hand on the table, but didn't say any more.

When he heard "the old friend has gone", Sang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhao Zuo suddenly stopped begging for the third time. Sang Luo watched his finger-knocking action, and understood: "What does the sage want Sang Luo to use to resist?" , so that he can reach him in the future, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and he will die in the rivers and lakes."

Zhao Zuo raised his hand again, and gave Sang Luo a cup of Shou Mei, "Mr. Sang Luo should know what is worth a life."

Zhao Zuo didn't speak clearly, but Sang Luo nodded his head, as if he had thought about what to offer, so he asked, wanting to tell about the affairs of Duke Yong's mansion.

"Which passage would His Majesty want to hear?"

"August [-]th, I have seen him in Yongguo Gongfu. At that time, he was still intact. When I saw him before the autumn test, he was completely shattered. It was only ten days before and after, and I will listen to this ten-day matter."

"The Holy One has already made up his mind. What difference does it make if Sang Luo says it or not?"

"Duke Yong's mansion was full of water, but people from Xuancheng found a corner of the opera robe in the ruins of the place. The mansion of Duke Yong was full, and only Lang Jun was left. Lang Jun said, should I know something from you?" Zhao Zuo squinted his eyes, which were somewhat fierce.

"On August [-]th, Zhao Xiu spent the night at his place. He happened to take off his hat and was forbidden to leave the mansion. He had plenty of time. He issued an order that no one else could enter. Every day, those people sent Mo sent wine and food to the small courtyard. Then on the fifth or sixth day, Madam was going to send Zhao Jian away, so I called someone to tell Zhao Xiu to leave, so I took the opportunity to take a look at him."

Zhao Zuo's hands suddenly clenched, and the porcelain cup in his hand was cracked. He gritted his teeth, and the fierceness in his eyes changed into something else. Sang Luo couldn't understand, at least he had never seen such anger and anger. Distressed eyes.

"Go ahead, Xianzhi will come here before dinner. They shouldn't know about our affairs." Zhao Zuo was lulled by the porcelain in his hand, diluting the anger in his head, and he pointed out.

Sang Luo nodded and continued.

It was autumn frost that day, and it was a bit colder than usual. Zhao Jian's little boy pretended to be Zhao Jian, but Liang Zhen grabbed him and wrapped him in a fox fur before sending him to the carriage.

All the people in the mansion gathered in front of the mansion gate to see the emperor's eldest grandson off, but the small courtyard in the mansion had long since lost its voice, as lonely as every morning.

Xie Wuling's hands and feet were bound, but he was not wearing his old shirt.He slowly woke up from the last faint. He didn't remember how long he had slept, but fortunately, when he opened his eyes today, there was no such devilish figure in front of him.

He even thought for a moment that he was dreaming, Xie Wuling closed his eyes, then opened them again, what he saw was the empty room and the red silk curtains.

"Squeak—" The door was pushed open, Xie Wuling's heart tightened.

He closed his eyes again and fell asleep.Once a person's eyes stop seeing things, other senses will become more sensitive, and Xie Wuling is the same.

He heard the man's footsteps gradually lighten up, and when he reached his bed, he seemed to have watched him for a long time.It took him a long time to get used to this gaze, but the man raised his hand and stroked his fingers on his chest, cautiously, lest it hurt him.

Only then did Xie Wuling remember what was on his chest, and he smiled silently in his heart, if someone could see it, they would definitely feel a bit of disgust in the smile.

Suddenly, a drop of tear fell, it hit Xie Wuling's collarbone, and then flowed down.Xie Wuling knew in his heart that the person who can cry for him must not be the one who imprisoned him.

He made a plan, opened his eyes, and wanted to raise his hand to pull the corner of the man's clothes, but remembered that his hands and feet were still bound, so he forced a smile: "Don't be sad. Don't..."

"This..." Sang Luo knelt down. He was tall, and when he knelt down, his eyes were still on the same level as Xie Wuling who was lying down.Sang Luo hesitated for a while before continuing, his words trembling in disbelief: "He, he...painted on you?"

"He said that I must live in this courtyard because I love Xinghua," Xie Wuling pulled the corners of his mouth, his pale face matched with this miserable smile, making Sang Luo's heart choked up in one place.

Xie Wuling jokingly added: "I'm also quite suitable for Xingzi." But his eyes were full of loneliness, it was the extremely humiliating loneliness that broke his pride, "Yes, Xingzi, how good it is."

"Not good," Sang Luo answered him with tears, Xie Wuling in Sang Luo's heart should be protected and loved by others, and shouldn't be so heartbroken, "No, it's not good at all." .I can...quietly take you away."

Sang Luo said that he was about to pull Xie Wuling up and take him away, but he pulled the wound on Xie Wuling's waist that was beaten by Zhao Xiu. It was a bruise, and it didn't hurt so much if he didn't move.With Sang Luo's brute force, Xie Wuling endured it for a long time, but still gasped.

Xie Wuling asked weakly: "Take me, where are you going?"

"Go to Zhao Zuo, isn't he treating you well? If he can protect you, he will." Speaking of Zhao Zuo's name, Sang Luo seemed to remember something, resettled Xie Wuling, and untied Xie Wuling from his hands. Bound, at a loss, said: "No, you can't let Zhao Zuo see you like this, he will settle accounts, his brothers and sisters, he will be the best, I remember."

After speaking, he left the bed, took the cloth hanging on the side shelf, and went to the table to get some water, but the teapot was overturned, but he didn't pour out a drop.

With no other choice, he walked up to Xie Wuling, negotiated with Xie Wuling: "I, I wiped it for you. There is no water, so I may not be able to wipe it off. I will focus on it, and then I will take you away before Xiu comes back."

Xie Wuling shook his head blindly, he didn't even have the strength to stop Sang Luo, but the daze in his eyes was a little less, he always felt that he should think of some way to comfort Sang Luo, otherwise he must be the one who went crazy first among them.

It wasn't wrong for him to want to use Sang Luo just now, but now, Sang Luo's appearance was beyond his expectation.

Xie Wuling opened his mouth, but his voice became softer: "Don't panic. I can go out, Zhen, Liang Zhen." Sang Luo heard his words and raised his head to look at him.

"Liang Zhen sent Li Jian away, didn't he?" He continued to ask.

Sang Luo nodded, Xie Wuling let out a long sigh of relief.

"After all, she is still the daughter of the Liang family." Xie Wuling panted, "She will not live long, the day she dies, I will be able to go out."

Xie Wuling saw that the surprise on Sang Luo's face disappeared, and he thought that Sang Luo understood his meaning, so he said again: "If you are here, come and take me away that day, don't be seen by Cong Shanlang, okay?" ?”

However, before Sang Luo could answer, someone answered for him first.