Ning Gu

Behind Juheng's small pavilion, there is an apricot grove outside the window.

In the depths of the Xinglin, Yu Guanerlang led the Mr. Hu Yi to a courtyard, Yu Guanlang pushed the door open and led the Mr. Hu Yi into the house.

When the dusk fell, Yuguanerlang left alone.

At that time, Zhao Zuo, who was deceived by Yuguan Erlang, hurried back to the corridor.

The surroundings of the corridor house were quiet as usual, Qi Zhisheng was a doctor in the quack, and he was aroused by the quack since he was a child.

If he really wanted to see Zhao Zuo, he was afraid that Zhao Zuo would step into the door, and his ruffian words from the city and the countryside would slip into Zhao Zuo's ears.

Zhao Zuo stood in front of the porch for a long time, hesitated a few times, pushed the door open, and moved to Xie Ling's couch.

He squatted in front of the couch with a low body, like when he brought Xie Wuling back from Yongguo Gong's mansion a long time ago.Looking at this delicate person, I dare not turn my eyes away for a long time.

His hand slowly stroked Xie Ling's eyebrows, and the frown was stretched out along his hand.

Probably the only people in this world who can follow Zhao Zuo so much are those on this couch. Even Xianzhi disobeys him sometimes.

But the person who will deceive Zhao Zuo the most in the world is also the person on this couch.

Zhao Zuo's hand slid down Xie Ling's eyebrows, lingering over his eyes, his lips, and the old pale pink scab on his neck, and finally landed on his hand. Zhao Zuo held his hand. He squeezed his hands tightly, smiling like eating the green apricot that Lu Qi fed when he was six or seven years old, with four points of bitterness and six points of astringency: "You, you can be sweet in your dream. With me?"

After the question, Zhao Zuo himself felt that this question was ridiculous, so he curled his lips, pretending that he had never asked this question.

Anshenxiang was quietly burning on the desk next to Xie Ling's couch, and the curling green smoke made Zhao Zuo sleepy.

Ever since he entered Fufeng, he hadn't had a lot of rest. First he was worried that something would happen if Xianzhi took Xie Ling to Yongguo's mansion, and then he discussed with Xuancheng how to move chess. When the sky broke, he and Xianzhi rushed to go In the main hall of Chongque, after several tosses, if he still beat him hard, he would not be able to bear it.

Now he was by Xie Ling's side again, he looked at Xie Ling's almost unchanged face, the smile deepened in his eyes, but his consciousness became more and more chaotic.

In the dream, he couldn't sleep peacefully like Xie Ling.

Xu is that what Sang Luo said earlier opened up the dusty past between him and Xie Wuling for several years.

He opened his eyes again, and saw him and Xie Wuling sitting in Zhaoxing Fatan, listening to Xie Wuling talking about the joy of mountains and rivers.

In that scene, he rested his elbows on the straw mat in the courtyard, watching the young man holding the wine jar with one hand, and pointing to the mountain with the other, talking about his aspirations.

The young man raised his eyebrows, looked back at him, and asked him: "A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, is it beautiful?"

He said: "Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are beautiful when held in the hand."

The young man's peach blossom eyes brightened slightly, and he asked him again: "Zhao Xing first met, do I look good?"

He sized up the young man for a long time, and then practiced Tai Chi and said: "You are the most beautiful when you are young and don't know sorrow."

The young man took the meaning out of context, only heard the last three words, and then asked again: "Am I good-looking or Jiangshan is good-looking?"

He was silent.

But fortunately, the young man clicked all the way and didn't continue to ask questions.He just fell down on his back, made a pillow with one arm, and said with a smile, "I'm the one who was drunk and spoke nonsense."

Zhao Zuo got up and looked over, but what he saw was not the high-spirited young man.

Even the surrounding scenery has changed.Half of the smoke and cloud was replaced by the small courtyard in Yongguo's mansion.

Once again, he watched himself pass by the apricot tree whose leaves were about to fall, and when he heard the voices of people in the house, he held a sword in his hand and broke in without hesitation.

What caught his eyes was the blood-stained veil, and his gaze darkened a lot in an instant, but he didn't know it at that time.If he knew then, he and Xie Wuling wouldn't have wasted those ten years.

"A branch of red apricot..." The human voice attracted Zhao Zuo's gaze, and then Zhao Xiu stood in front of the bed, and with Xie Wuling's blood, he wrote on Shengxuan.

Perhaps the apricot blossoms on Xie Wuling's body made him lose interest, so he fell in love with painting with Xie Wuling's blood even more.Such a bright red always makes him excited and unable to contain himself.

When Zhao Zuo pushed the door, he was still surprised, Fang wanted to shout a word, when he saw someone drop the sword and sheath on his shoulder.There was a huge pain in his right shoulder, and the lake pen in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

As soon as Zhao Xiu got short, the lake brush and the bright red color on the rice paper suddenly appeared in Zhao Zuo's eyes.

Zhao Zuo gritted his teeth, he always felt that this bright red was more dazzling than the one on the veil.

Zhao Zuo frowned, and before Zhao Xiu came back to his senses, he took two steps closer and struck Zhao Xiu's back horizontally with a sword, causing half of Zhao Xiu's mouthful of blood to rush from his chest, polluting his new life. The painted branch of apricot.

"Go..." Xie Wuling didn't know when he woke up, maybe he never fell into a coma.

He begged with all his strength, but he recalled Zhao Zuo's gaze back then.It's just that the brows were furrowed deeper.

Xie Wuling was still muttering on the couch: "Go...don't, don't look." Maybe he still wants to be Zhao Zuo's high-spirited young man who points out the country, instead of this weak and weak child who is dying under the gauze tent.

At that time, Zhao Zuo didn't have time to take a look at Xie Wuling, he turned around and took the familiar green shirt hanging on the rack behind him, it was an old shirt that Xie Wuling had worn.

He covered the old shirt in front of Xie Wuling's eyes, and said irrefutably: "Don't look, just take a rest."

Then he turned around to leave, but Xie Wuling grabbed a corner of his robe, he stopped, his eyes stayed on the old shirt.Xie Wuling could vaguely see a shadow through the old shirt.He tried his best to say: "Keep him alive."

Hearing this, Zhao Zuo took a deep breath, then pulled out his sword from its sheath, and walked towards Zhao Xiu, his eyes were dark and cold.Xie Wuling had seen this look later, he said that Zhao Zuo's look was like a falcon in the snow field, very frightening.

"Mr. Xie Xiao is a guest from Zhaoxing, if the father knows that you treat each other like this, does the emperor think you can keep your life?"

"Heh, I think Brother Zuo wants to avenge his private revenge, and use the emperor to suppress me? Brother Zuo came to our government for no reason, so it is difficult to explain to the emperor." Zhao Xiu retreated a few steps because Zhao Zuo approached .Although he maintained the majesty of the eldest son on his face, his hands behind his back were trembling uncontrollably.

"No reason? Zuo came here to see him off, why no reason?"

"Send off, for... who?"

At this time, Zhao Xiu's demeanor that he had been holding on to suddenly collapsed. He was shocked, and seemed to have an answer in his heart, and said, "Liang Zhen, is he dead?"

Before Zhao Zuo nodded, Zhao Xiu glanced at Xie Wuling who was on the couch: "You have won," before he finished speaking, he let out a cold snort, "Liang Zhen is always facing you, you are really capable!" After flicking his big sleeve, he was about to hit Zhao Zuo's sword.

Zhao Zuo was startled when he saw this, and he deflected his sword, but his movement could not keep up with him, the blade deflected a lot, but still pulled a slit on Zhao Xiu's side

"Hurt me, take him away, Zhao Zuo, do you dare?" Zhao Xiu covered his side mouth with one hand, and grinned, "You will be the next target."

"Brother Huang, you're taking too much care." Zhao Zuo dropped his sword and grabbed Zhao Xiu's lapel instead, his eyes became a little more stern, "I'm going to take him away after all. Hurt you , He is kind.” But it is definitely not him, Zhao Zuo, who is kind.

If it is Zhao Zuo, I always want to take his soul away with a sword in my heart.But at this moment, Zhao Zuo, who was standing in the memory of this memory, felt that even if the person in front of him was hacked into pieces, it would not be enough to calm down and resent.

I don't know how long later, Zhao Zuo took off the green shirt, and then seriously looked at the boy whose eyes were blurred by tears.He was lying on a crimson bed, his face was pale, his eyes were still burning, like Utan coming out of a pool of blood.It is very distressing, but I dare not put it in my palm to play with.

The iron shackle beside the collarbone came into Zhao Zuo's eyes, and the blood was solidified around the iron, and the depth of the wound could not be seen.

Zhao Zuo's eyes shifted slightly, and the mouth on the neck seemed to be split several times, which was terribly tight.He was so frightened that he even stretched out his hand to hug Xie Wuling.

Zhao Xiujiao's sangluo apricot blossoms bloomed on Xie Wuling's chest one by one, the dark red was full of coquettishness, Zhao Zuo glanced quickly, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

He hastily gathered Xie Wuling's theater robe, took off his dark wind robe, wrapped it around his body, and said in his ear: "It's time for spring, Mr. Xie Xiao, I'm here to pick you up from the mountain."

Xie Wuling closed his eyes, he understands the leeway Zhao Zuo left for him, and this is what he likes most about the person in front of him.

Xie Wuling followed his words, and replied: "The apricot blossoms should be in bloom. In the future, I will also plant an apricot tree in my residence."

In this way, when he wakes up and opens the door, he can see Jin Yilang standing under Kazuki Hongqiong with his hands behind his back.Jin Yilang happened to be his sweetheart... Xie Wuling thought so.

Zhao Zuo leaned over, hugged Xie Wuling horizontally, and hurried out of the mansion, but he didn't even dare to get on the chariot, and hurried to the mansion not far away.

He didn't know how painful it would be if the iron yoke fell on the human body. He only heard the jokes of those gentry dandies, and mentioned that the iron yoke was originally used to tame people. The more they moved and tossed, the more painful it would be.

He could only watch the person nestled in his arms clenched his lower lip, and refused to say a word, as if he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would not be able to bear the pain.

Zhao Zuo has been in Chongque and Fufeng for more than 20 years. He has seen Gong'e being embarrassed by the concubine, and seeing human bones wrapped in grass, but he has never seen such a scene.That piece of bright red has been with him for the next year or two, it was a nightmare.

Zhao Zuo woke up from this dream, it was already dark.

Sitting blankly in front of Xie Ling's couch, he subconsciously held Xie Ling's hand even tighter.

The Yin Hong in the dream was still in front of him, he looked at the person on the couch, impatiently hoping that he would wake up, his hand approached the small incense burner with the animal head, and wanted to pinch the soothing incense.When the hand was approaching, it paused again.

He was the one who gave him the method of using Anshenxiang in the first place, so that Xie Ling wouldn't be bothered by Huixuan's matter when he woke up.

Zhao Zuo withdrew his hand and smiled idiotically, not knowing how Huixuan came here these years.

But Huixuan is always better than him, at least kill that person with his own hands.

Maybe Huixuan was going to hell at that time, and his bright red, looking at it now, is going to hell.

Zhao Zuo sighed, took Xie Ling's hand, closed his eyes, and kissed the back of Xie Ling's hand with a piety that he didn't know who it was for.He got up and straightened his robe, before he opened the door, he saw Xianzhi waiting in the corridor.

Hearing the creak of the door being opened, Xian Zhi came back to his senses, pointed to the two jars of wine at his feet, and silently invited his father to have a drink together.

Zhao Zuo stepped out, turned around and closed the door, walked to Xianzhi, skillfully patted the altar to unseal it, handed it to Xianzhi, took another altar, unsealed it as usual, and took a sip without hesitation.

"Father, did you sleep well?"

Zhao Zuo answered irrelevantly: "I must have listened outside the door for a long time this morning."

"Hmm... two or three sentences. I don't want to hear it, but the master of the Shen family taught martial arts well, and my son and minister's five senses are much more sensitive than others."

"Not only are your five senses more sensitive than others. Your mind is also the same."

"That may be because the son inherits from the father."

"No, it's because of him that you accepted it." Zhao Zuo nodded to the gallery.