Ning Gu

Under the corridor of Juheng, when the moon is full in the atrium.

Zhao Zuo put the empty wine jar at his feet. It had been a long time since he was so happy, and he praised: "This wine is strong. I still know my father best."

Xianzhi didn't dare to pretend to be himself, and hurriedly said: "Master originally kept it in Xinglin and said it was for you, but it has been almost stolen by Lu Qi in the past few years."

"Lu Qi likes it, so let him drink it. I haven't fallen to the point of snatching wine with children."

For some reason, Xianzhi only felt that Zhao Zuo's mood was much clearer, like the moon with scattered clouds.

"That won't work. Master asked me to look after the wine for him on a special trip. He said it was specially reserved for you. When Lu Qi grows up in the future, if he wants it, he can't give it."

"When did I tell you?"

"Huh? Probably when Lu Qi was about five or six years old." Xian Zhi replied indifferently, but only after seeing Zhao Zuo's bright eyes dimmed did he understand what his father meant.

"It turns out that he is so early, so it's fine."

Lu Qi was entrusted to Xie Wuling by his biological parents before he could remember anything.When he was five or six years old, it was still a few years before Zhao Zuo ascended the throne.

At that time, he knew that he could not escape the fate of quenching his thirst with a glass of poisoned wine?

Zhao Zuo's heart tightened, as expected, he was the only one who didn't understand Xie Wuling the most during those ten years.

Maybe that barbarian named Sang Luo knew Xie Wuling better than himself.

"Father?" Zhao Zuo's sudden silence also made Xianzhi cautious, and he called out tentatively.

"En." Zhao Zuo responded to him, facing him carefully, so he comforted him with a "no problem", and then asked, "Sang Luo, where do you put him?"

"Deep in the apricot forest."

"The old place?" Zhao Zuo frowned. There were shelves of things in the old place, and there were notes for each item, but there was nothing left for Zhao Zuo.Xie Wuling once said to Zhao Zuo that the air is full of favors.

Zhao Zuo thought it was because he was thinking about the favor, but the facts soon told Zhao Zuo that it was a favor that Xie Wuling had seen through, and it almost changed his taste.

Xianzhi seemed to understand this matter better, but he still carried it out without changing his face.

"Well. Master has a silver dagger. He said that if he has a chance to return it to the original owner in the future, he must take that person to that house. Just now, he took Uncle Sangluo there, and listened to him tell some stories. When he came out, the sky was dark It's not too early." Xian Zhi paused for a moment, with a flattering expression on his face, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, but he looked very much like Xie Pingzhi, "I also thought that my father should wake up, so I brought the master's wine to apologize .I hope that my father will be merciful, and I will take care of the whole family for my master."

It was only after Zhao Zuo arrived at the gallery that he realized that Xianzhi had done it on purpose to trick himself into leaving.His self-assertion temperament is exactly the same as that of Xie Pingzhi.If Zhao Xianzhi's appearance had not been inherited from Zhao Zuo himself, Zhao Zuo might have thought that Xianzhi was Xie Wuling's son.

"You know that you are deceiving the emperor, so you still dare to act?" Zhao Zuo said seriously, but even Zhao Zuo himself couldn't be fooled by his feigned anger.He is still a father to Xian.

Xianzhi lowered his head and was still thinking about how to admit his mistake, so he heard Zhao Zuo sigh and said: "Forget it, come and answer the widow's question. After the answer is completed, the widow will forget the past, and just ask the barbarian what happened to you thing."

"Father, please don't embarrass my son and minister. You've already drank all the wine, so you're accommodating?" Besides, Uncle Sang Luo was in the same room with you but he didn't tell you the story about me. He must have his concerns.Xian Zhiru thought about it, but dared not speak out.

Zhao Zuo, however, ignored Xianzhi's word "accommodating" and passed it by.He opened the mouth and said: "If it is your master, how will you deal with Yong Guogong's funeral?"

"My master?" Xianzhi bit his lip, cleared his throat, and said, "My master, I have no right to take care of the emperor's uncle's funeral. If the father asks the son, the son thinks that it is a biography and erected a monument, and the posthumous title will be granted." Follow the rules of etiquette, after all, if you are a prince, you will always have a good reputation. If so..."

Zhao Zuo raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his gaze to the corridor room, and said coldly, "Continue."

"If you ask Xianzhi, the subordinates have always followed the will of the superiors in the matter of making a biography and erecting a monument. Xianzhi thinks that the superiors have no intentions, and the inferiors are nothing more than hasty. As for the posthumous title and the posthumous title of returning to the Duke, it is already I did my best. A little more, and I, a sycophant, will..."

"What should I do?" Zhao Zuo looked slightly, envious of his courage, which would become extraordinary only after drinking.Zhao Zuo didn't blame him, on the contrary, he was happy to see him.

"I'm going to bribe my father with wine, what does my father think?" Xianzhi's eyes lit up.

Maybe it was because of drinking, or maybe it was on purpose.Although it is half-truth and half-false, but the words are to the point, Zhao Zuo sounds comfortable, so how could he go into the details of how drunk he is.

"Xinling, you're drunk, go back and have a rest." After some jokes, Zhao Zuowei bluntly responded to his previous kind words, just got up and stretched out his hand, wanting to help him.

But Xianzhi didn't touch Zhao Zuo's hand, instead he looked up at the man and said, "Father, Xianzhi has something else to ask."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zuo withdrew his hand, condescendingly sizing up the person in front of him.

"Where's Lu Qi? I haven't seen him for a day."

"Ask someone to take you to Changle, so you can cultivate yourself." Zhao Zuo paused for a moment, then added, "Lu Qi's life experience has never been hidden from you. He is not someone you can love. The road of Xuancheng, It's not your job to go."

Xian Zhi's star-like eyes dimmed in an instant, then he nodded unconsciously, and said numbly: "I would like to follow the teachings of my father."

Zhao Zuo was pressed in his heart by his words of "Jin Zun", and thousands of words came to his lips, but he sighed.

He couldn't figure out love, so how could he teach others.

"Go to your aunt's place tomorrow and pick him up." Zhao Zuo took a step back and ordered, "By the way, bring a few more secret guards to guard your aunt. No matter how dedicated the people in Xuancheng are, they will not be lazy. Now Sang Luo In our place, Yuan Bao can't have any more accidents."

"Yes." Xianzhi raised his head, and he was in that Chongque, the appearance that the Lord of Xinling should have.He looked at Zhao Zuoyu's back, and said: "If Aunt Yuan Bao sleeps peacefully these few days, then the one who takes over from Uncle Shihuang is...Guanzhi?"

"If he sincerely rode his horse toward the rivers and lakes, it would be fine for him to control the power in Xuancheng's hands. Besides, didn't Pingzhi teach him to paint with the same intention in mind?"

"Okay. If he has other thoughts, I will..." Xian Zhi wanted to utter the words, but twirled his lips and stopped.In fact, he didn't think of any capital punishment.

Zhao Zuo could only keep his hatred in the previous generation, but Xianzhi couldn't.Zhao Xiu's debt should be repaid by Zhao Jianlai one day.

But this meal made Zhao Zuo think that it was the benevolence of a woman that envied him, and he turned his head back, saying earnestly: "Xianzhi, 'If love is seriously injured, it is as if it is not injured', the word 'benevolence', in front of Xianxi, Most useless."

Because it will not save you, but will push you into the abyss.

Xie Wuling's benevolence is tacit within Juheng's fence, but Xie Wuling's final fate is obvious to all who support Fengfeng.

The father and son outside the corridor house had a heart-to-heart talk in the middle of the night; but the barbarian in the depths of the apricot forest was depressed in front of this pile of old things.

In Sang Luo's hand, there was still an old note that Xie Wuling left for him. Perhaps after writing for a long time, the note paper turned yellow, and it was pressed under the silver dagger.

The silver dagger was the one that was snatched by Zhao Xiu and thrown out of the window.

Later, Xie Wuling sent secret guards under the window in the courtyard, and they searched for it for a day.It has been hiding here ever since.Until Xianzhi led Sang Luo here.

But Sang Luo didn't care much about the silver dagger.At this moment, what weighed on his heart, and what made him lose his aura just now, was the old poem on the yellowed paper.

"If you don't get drunk, the doctor will let the wine fall, and you will be helpless to say goodbye."

It was exactly the sentence that Zhao Zuo read with Xie Ling that day, but Zhao Zuo and the current Xie Ling didn't know what it meant, but Sang Luo did.

It was Xie Wuling who was saying goodbye to him and seeing him off.

Xie Wuling is the son of Zhaoxing, he chose a prosperous age to come, but he became the "Xie Ning" written in a few strokes in the history books.

Maybe he knew that he would die a long time ago, and guessed that Sang Luo might do things for Guanzhi, so he told Xianzhi to lead him here and show him the small things in this pavilion on the mahogany stand.

In fact, there are some other things on the shelf, most of which Sang Luo has never seen before. Under each small thing is a small note, which probably can only be untied when the owner comes.

After Zi Xianzhi left, he knelt and sat under the frame, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were lost, and he rubbed the silver dagger with his hands.

The silver dagger is no different from the past, but there is a secret in the silver dagger that no one else knows, even Xie Wuling may not know.

The blade of the silver dagger was infused with poison, a kind of harmless poison, which was said to be given to Zhao Xiu by a girl from the Yi nationality in the south.

Sang Luo once asked Zhao Xiu if he wanted to come, and put the poison on the blade of the silver dagger.

It was originally left by Sang Luo for self-defense, but when he got up that day, he returned it to Xie Wuling, and Wu Cheng wanted to go around and return to his hand.And this poison, Sang Luo Xu wants to eat himself.

Sang Luo looked at the dagger in his hand, and soon his eyes were blinded by tears.He thought, even when he set fire to Duke Yong's mansion, he didn't feel so sad.

When Xianzhi sent him here during the day, he relayed his last story, his last miss and Zhao Xiu's last look to Xianzhi.

He was an unfamiliar jackal in the eyes of the Han people. He killed the surviving prince and grandson with his own hands, burned the resplendent mansion with his own hands, and left a corner of the theater robe prepared that morning near the ruined wall in the front room.

In the end, sending himself to see Zhao Xiu with his own hands is also regarded as liberating each other?

Sang Luo picked up the dagger, pointed it at his heart, and stabbed it hard.For his chess game, to draw the final game, and for the master behind him, to lay his own piece.

The forest and flowers outside the house were not yet displayed, but Chun Hong rushed into the old house, and Sang Luo lay on his back in the house, blood dripping from his chest all over the floor.

The bright red in the room is very consistent with the broken petals of the red jade that spread on the floor outside the window.

It's just that the apricot grove outside the house is still full of business, but the people inside the house are gradually losing their vitality.

It's cold in the north, and there are still people to cuddle with.

Fufeng Dongfeng is warm, but the city is full of strangers.

The author has something to say: If love is seriously injured, it is as if it is not injured

From "Zuo Zhuan"

Sang Luo and Zhao Xiu's episode is about to be written.I won't write about Liang Chun's, and I will mention Liang Chun's in the text later.

Don't blow up Zhao Xiu's head!Hit me.

Zhao Xiu: I am suffering too┭┮﹏┭┮

Sang Luo: Yes.Pretend to be distressed.Hug the neck?(°?‵?′??)

Zhao Xiu: I don’t want you╭(╯^╰)╮

Sang Luo: Oh, then you will still be beaten (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻