Ning Gu

In Yujing Hongqiongnei, the precocious cicadas are noisy in the forest, humming loudly as if they are tireless.When the wind blows, the singing begins, which disturbs the early cicadas outside the corridors and makes the whole garden noisy.

It's a pity that no one in the whole garden has the leisure to listen to the uproar.

"Your Majesty." A brown-clothed boy came to the Xie Pavilion in a hurry, and the few slaves waiting outside the pavilion seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this person coming.

The old slave who followed the Holy One couldn't help but frowned, he knew this person, this child was a young apprentice who followed the wandering doctor.Every time Mr. Qi came to curse at the Holy Spirit, he would timidly pull the sleeve of that person behind Mr. Qi, and such a planned insult would end without a problem.

Strange to say, even though the old slave was with Zhao Zuo when he was young, Qi Zhisheng was probably the only one who dared to point his nose and scold him in front of Zhao Zuo.

No way, Qi Zhisheng is the only one who can save the Holy Spirit's sweetheart.

"Go ahead." Zhao Zuo frowned invisibly, his voice still as cold as before.

When the little boy entered the pavilion, he felt that he might have come to the wrong place. For some reason, this place was colder than the night in the northwest. It made him shiver subconsciously. He didn't realize it until the person sitting there said something.

It may be that the Holy Majesty is not in a good mood today, he thought it would be best for him to leave the mansion as soon as he finished his confession.

"Master said that he has something to leave Juheng, and the wine in the Yujing forest is not allowed to drink. I want you to settle the matter in the pavilion as soon as possible, so you can go and have a look."

"This Mr. Qi is so busy, I haven't seen him much these days?" Xuancheng sat beside Zhao Zuo, poured a cup of tea for himself, and Fang was about to pass it to his mouth, as if thinking of something, he frowned in disgust , put down the teacup, and continued, "He has so many friends in Fufeng, how could I not know?"

"It seems... the fairy in the forest ordered it," the little boy swallowed his saliva, his heart pounding, wondering if this counted as betraying his master.

The little boy couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply uttered many words: "Master also said that he will return at night, and he is afraid that he will climb over the wall and trample down the blue wall of the garden, so that..." The little boy raised his head. Glancing at Zhao Zuo, he said again, "Leave a door for you."

"En." Zhao Zuo looked back at the old slave, who bowed cleverly and waited for the order.

"Send him out, and then give orders. Remember to leave a door for Mr. Qi." The old slave nodded and listened to Zhao Zuo, "Go to Chongque tomorrow to get some birthday eyebrows. Remove this tea and make a cup Xuancheng likes to drink."

"Then I want a pot of Biluo." Xuancheng glanced at the few slaves standing outside the pavilion with a half-smile, and said, "I also go to the countryside to follow the customs? Besides, drinking today is also suitable for the occasion."

The little boy was taken away by the old slave before he understood the relationship between them.

But the people inside and outside the pavilion heard it so clearly that they couldn't help but gasped.

During the few years Xie Wuling lived in Juheng, he loved tasting longevity eyebrows, this is something that all the old slaves in the garden know, there are only a few exceptions, but they all choose the flavor of Biluo tea.

At first, everyone couldn't understand the meaning of this tea, they thought it was Xie Wuling who wanted to change the taste at that time, but whoever chewed his tongue first said that once Xie Xiang boiled Biluo, people in Fufeng City would die .

So after Xuancheng said "adapt to the situation", Guanzhi felt a little restless.

He pursed his lips and swallowed, as if trying to suppress his shock.Fu raised his head again, and looked at Xuan Chengdao with a look of fear on his face: "Uncle Huang, I think it's mean, I'm afraid that the future will cause discomfort, so I want to retreat first..."

"How about a cup of green snails?" Zhao Zuo looked at him, answering his question.Cut off his thoughts and deny his separation.

Xuancheng is much gentler than Zhao Zuo, and he has done enough on the surface.He clapped his trembling hands for fear of seeing him, then looked at Zhao Zuo, and said, "Brother Huang, but wait..." Xuancheng paused slightly, thinking about how to address Xie Ling in front of others.His eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the apricot flower branches in the porcelain vase behind Zhao Zuo, and he got an idea, and asked again, "But are you waiting for Mr. Yujing?"

"Xie Ling?" Zhao Zuo said without hesitation when he heard the words, and shook his head again, "No, yes. Don't wait for him, but wait for him to send this person."

Xuancheng even made a detour, but his brother Huang spoke directly.But what Xuancheng didn't know was that before he came, almost all the people in the garden knew that their thanking minister had returned in the past few days.

"Brother Huang hasn't changed all these years." Xuancheng teased.

Zhao Zuo laughed when he heard this, he really hasn't changed, he still subconsciously leaves the right of life and death to Xie Pingzhi, probably only at this time, the kindness that Xie Pingzhi seems to reveal is that he can confirm who the person in front of him is. The peace in his heart.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the servant who brought new tea.Zhao Zuo's previously frowning brows also relaxed when this little slave arrived.The person he was waiting for came.

The little slave got permission, entered the resting pavilion, stepped forward respectfully, knelt down before the desk, then moved the pot of tea in his hand to the desk, bowed his body and bowed his head: "Mr. Come to the Holy One and say..."

"What did you say?" Xuancheng became interested, and asked before Zhao Zuo, but he didn't pay attention to the side for a while, and even fidgeted to watch it.

The little slave was still kneeling, and Nuonuo said: "I said that the longevity eyebrows in this garden are not as good as those in his place. Let me cook this pot of green snails for you, so that you can make do with it."

"How can this be improvised?" Xuancheng raised his eyebrows at Zhao Zuo without hesitation.

Zhao Zuo remained calm, but Xuancheng knew what Xie Ling meant, and it was in this sentence.

If Xuancheng read it correctly, Xie Ling handed it over. As for the little slave leader in front of him ungrateful, I don't know.

He clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Is there enough tea, and people are here?"

"Here we are." Zhao Zuo sat up and asked people to count the number of people outside the pavilion before handing the booklet to Xuancheng.

Xuancheng took the zhezi, bypassed Guanzhi, poured a cup of tea with Zhao Zuo, and went to the little slave who had just entered the rest pavilion and knelt down: "The tea that the master gives to the emperor is usually done by himself. Since Telling you to cook, is it that you are superior?"

Xiao Nu frowned and said, "I'm afraid."

"Hey, don't think too much, this tea is your reward." Xuancheng squatted down and put the tea in front of him, and in front of him was the brochure that Zhao Zuo had just handed to Xuancheng, "As for this Zhezi, come and read it."

Xiao Nu stretched out his hand, picked up the folder tremblingly, opened it, and saw that it was a roster, and those names were all too familiar to him... The last name of the book had been crossed out in advance, but he I also know that it says: Sang Luo.

Xiao Nu trembled all over. This barbarian named Sang Luo still remembers what he said to him.He bit his lip and shook his head.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Xuancheng said again, "I don't know how to read?"

"Xuancheng." Zhao Zuo said, and at some point he left his seat, came to Xiao Nu, and patted Xiao Nu on the back. "Bring those messenger bells and let him have a look. If you don't know..."

Xuancheng looked at the guards beside the slaves outside the pavilion, the guards nodded and handed over a silver bell, which can be seen everywhere in Juheng Garden, but there is always something different.

Zhao Zuo took two steps, took the silver bell from the guard, looked at it repeatedly, and smiled: "The pattern of this silver bell is very similar, even the stamens of Yujing are exactly the same, which is more elegant than his. , didn’t learn. It’s a pity.”

After Zhao Zuo finished speaking, he glanced at Guan Zhi, who was silent at the side, but there was a bit of inexplicable meaning in his eyes, like helplessness and regret.

Guan Zhi looked away, pretending not to notice.

But Zhao Zuo did not stop, lowered his hand slightly, and put the silver bell in front of the little slave: "He treats others very well. You, don't waste his heart. Why don't you think about it, the owner of the silver bell should be who?"

"I don't know." Xiao Nu was silent for a long while, but still shook his head, without even making unnecessary movements, let alone taking his eyes off the ground.This made Xuancheng frown.

"Xuancheng, take you there, let him think about it." Zhao Zuo turned around and saw Xuancheng nod his head, and continued, "As for the ones outside the pavilion, I promised to clear the garden for him. Then give them a ride."

Xuancheng raised his hand in response, and made a fist movement towards the guard, and the knife was raised and dropped outside the pavilion.

Bloody said that the bluestone had flowed into the Spring Pond, and fainted in the pool, all in one piece of deep red, which complemented the red color behind the garden.

"Guanzhi has been tossing about, don't be surprised, send him back to Chongque, so that he can cultivate himself."

Zhao Zuo gave his last instructions and hurried to Xinglin.

Zhao Zuo came alone and stopped in front of the floating window outside Xinglin.

Through the hollowed-out window lattice, the blue shadow with red eyes really passed Zhao Zuo's heart.

Zhao Zuo's eyes darkened a bit, he took a breath to calm himself down, and then walked into the forest.

Sang Luo's coffin was placed where it could be seen from the floating window, and Xie Ling leaned against the coffin, sitting on the broken petals of red jade that had been spread all over the floor.

He is a touch of blue in the myriad of colors, with a coffin, an empty altar, a loose shirt soaked with wine, and a drunken look that is less angry.

Zhao Zuo's heart twitched, and Hong Qiong still fell off from time to time because of the wind, but the person in front of him seemed to lose consciousness, condensed in this scene.

The only thing that allowed Zhao Zuo to breathe was that the eyes of those peach blossoms were covered with water, whether it was the dripping wine just now or the tears of the person in front of him.

Zhao Zuo approached him, lifted his chin, and put his lips under his peach blossom eyes.

Zhao Zuo pursed his lips again, and stretched out his tongue to lick it again. It was stained with the smell of wine, but tasted salty again.

He didn't know when his arm had caught this man, Zhao Zuo locked him in his arms before he heard him say, "Here you are?"

"Ah."

"Is the child still alive?"

"Ah."

"That's good. I'm afraid you don't understand something, or don't want to understand..." Xie Ling wrenched himself out of his arms and teased.As if the person who lost his soul just now was not him.

"No. Since you want to invite me to drink birthday eyebrows, how can I make do with other tea?" Zhao Zuo looked at the person in front of him, raised his hand and wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeve, and imitated Qi Zhisheng General nodded affectionately between his eyebrows, "Send Mr. Qi away, just to steal a drink?"

"I also want to talk to him." Xie Ling raised his hand and knocked on the coffin, pretending to be relaxed.

"Have you finished?" Zhao Zuo asked, "Can you listen to what I haven't finished yet?"

"It was meant to be told to you."

"Ok?"

"I went to the Northwest when I was young, and he was my playmate in the Northwest. His name is not Sang Luo, he should be called Alugu."

"The lone Alu is very good. He has a scimitar, a scimitar that only faces wolves. I also once had a dagger, a dagger that only faces wolves. He once saved me from the lone wolf. Like a wolf in the desert Hunter, but more like a hero."

Xie Ling felt that Zhao Zuo's arms around him suddenly tightened again, he leaned close to Zhao Zuo's eyes, his lips fell on the tip of his nose, and he left immediately, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not disappear.

Xie Ling's actions relieved Zhao Zuo's tight heart just now.

"At that time, I loved Sangluo wine very much. He brewed a few jars and saved it, and reminded me to ask him to drink it. I agreed. I didn't expect to meet again in Fufeng. Don't blame him," Xie Ling raised his hand. Following Lu Qi's little trick a long time ago, he put his finger on Zhao Zuo's brow, gently trying to comfort him.

"Liang Chun hanged himself earlier than I expected, he must have helped, if..."

"If it's delayed for another two days, I might not be able to see you in real life." Zhao Zuo changed his words, but Xie Ling didn't pay attention. He just nodded suddenly and said with a smile, "It's good that the Holy Majesty knows."

Zhao Zuo patted Xie Ling with his hand on Xie Ling's waist, as if punishing him for his joke just now.

Xie Ling continued: "Later when I went to Binzhou, my master traveled to Fufeng for me, and passed away within three years. I had an appointment with the late emperor, and my term of office was not over, so I couldn't leave that place. He was the one who sent me off. Master."

Zhao Zuo moved the hand on his waist, and then patted him on the back, as if to comfort him.He pushed Zhao Zuo's shoulder and said, "It's okay. Master said that it was time for him to arrive, so he came to Fufeng. In fact, he was afraid that I would be too temperamental and I would not be able to stand firmly in Fufeng. That's why he came. But I used to stand still, didn't I?"

"En." Zhao Zuo tightened his arms, and rested his head on Xie Ling's shoulder.

Xie Ling didn't quite understand what Zhao Zuo meant, so he could only pat him on the back, and then changed the topic back: "A Lu Gu also killed Zhao Xiu for me, didn't he?"

"Well, Duke Yong's mansion has been burned."

"So, I wanted to forget everything." Xie Ling said suddenly after being silent for a while.

"Ok?"

"It's okay." Xie Ling looked sad, "I'm talking about Alugu...the one who burned down the Duke of Yong's mansion, he should be the real one."

Under the gentlest face, he is doing the harshest thing to himself.

What Xie Ling didn't tell Zhao Zuo was the two lines of small characters engraved on the cloud pattern silver dagger.

When the dust settles, the past is forgotten.

Sang Luo finally interpreted the horoscope in his own way.

When all the love affairs in Duke Yong's mansion turned into dust, the sin between him and Zhao Xiu should also be forgotten.

And the silver-patterned dagger was still lying safely beside the pillow. Due to the age, the silver sheath had turned black, and it was no longer as dazzling as before.

The author has something to say: the affairs of the Yongguo Palace are over.The matter of Yuan Bao should be over soon.Then there's a new character coming