Ning Gu

At the end of spring, the moon just rises to the tip.

Under the candlelight, the woman in Chinese clothes was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, as if she was about to meet some serious person, so even the eye makeup was added a bit of solemnity.The animal head next to the plain hand exhales the fragrance of the brain, and the green smoke is curling up.

Gong'ezi stood behind her two by two, taking care of her.

Suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility, and a maid came trotting, causing the woman in fine clothes to frown.

"Your Majesty!" Gong Ezi knelt down in front of the crowd.

"What's all the fuss about?" The woman in Chinese clothes put the fine brush in her hand back in front of her dowry, displeasure arose on Furong's face.

"Young Master is on a hunger strike today, saying that he will only eat if he sees the Lord of the Mausoleum of Faith."

"Let him make trouble, let's see how long he can make trouble." The woman in Chinese clothes stood up, stretched her arms, and Gong'e changed her clothes, "After he knows the truth, I'll see if he still wants to see his Xinling Mausoleum Lord."

"But..." Gong'e, who was standing behind the woman in Chinese clothes, uttered a word, but swallowed it back after all.

"But what is it?" The woman in Huafu didn't even look back, she got up and walked around the kneeling man, raised her head, folded her hands, and walked out with a sense of grace, before she left, she said, "Mr. Sang Luo As I said, if Xianzhi hadn’t left the city to go to the northwest, no one would be allowed to tell the little prince in the yard, even the people watching him would be stopped.”

"Yes, the Queen Mother."

Hearing this, the corners of the woman's mouth in lavish clothes slightly grinned.Liang Zhuo, the youngest daughter of the Liang family, was married to Zhao Zuo after Ji Ji, and had a son named Xianzhi.

It's a pity that the real Liang Jue didn't have such a fate. After giving birth to Xian, he passed away within a few years.

Later, with Zhao Zuo's permission, Concubine Zhen summoned the Wang family's cronies to pour money for Liang.These honors are now all received by the Liang Zhuo in front of him.

Liang Zhuo walked to the main hall of the central palace, and saw Xuancheng who was waiting for her in the main hall.

She shook her sleeves slightly, and the light in Danfeng's eyes became softer.He nodded to Xuancheng's whispering sister-in-law.

"I don't know if City Lord Xuan is looking for me, but what can I do to help?"

Men from outside were not allowed to enter the inner quarters. Xuancheng was the only sibling who had Zhao Zuo's promise to enter the inner quarters.Not only her, but also the new palace lady who entered Chongque will be informed in advance that there are two people in Chongque that cannot be offended, one is Xuancheng Lord Zhao Shi, and the other is Hou Luqiguo with a different surname.

However, every time Xuancheng enters the inner room, it is mostly just to pass on a message to Liang Zhuo. The two of them want to prevent breaking words.Now it is.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Majesty said that you are busy with things recently, and you are afraid that your mother's palace will be lonely, so you let your mother decide on her own to find someone from her family to talk about herself. By the way, I asked my younger brother to bring him a gift list, because he can't come to the middle palace to entertain his family. apology."

Xuancheng handed over the bright yellow booklet in his sleeve, Liang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, opened the gift slip, peeked at the contents on it, with a bright smile on his face, he gently put the gift slip on the table, looking serious Said: "I thank Xuancheng for my kindness."

"Since that's the case, then the younger brother will leave first." Xuancheng nodded his thanks, accepted Liang Zhuo's politeness, and brought Zhao Zuo's orders to Liang Zhuo in person as in the old days, just like the upper and lower ranks in the camp. Now that the matchmaking is over, Xuancheng is thinking about how to sneak away as soon as possible.

Liang Zhuo said politely: "Is there something urgent in Xuancheng? If you are not in a hurry, why not have a cup of tea before leaving, so as not to teach others to gossip."

Xuancheng waved his hands as a signal, and then bowed his head in a salute: "Thank you for your kindness. Xuancheng has other important matters, so please pay more attention to her."

Then he retreated, took advantage of the fact that the gate of Chongque had not arrived, went to the outer palace to find a horse, and hurriedly whipped the horse to the Lingjian temple.

Liang Zhuo nodded and watched Xuancheng leave. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually changed, making people feel cold. He raised his hand and brushed the bright yellow fold on the table into the ground. He stepped on the fold.

After leaving the main hall, there was a gentle breeze, which made her feel chilly and closed her clothes.

She looked up and saw the bird's shadow under the moon, and she sighed in person: "How can a golden silk cage keep a bird in it?"

Pursing her lips, her eyes brightened for a few minutes, as if they were filled with longing.

She stood in the courtyard of the central palace for a long time before she turned her head and called Gong'e, asking them to tidy up the main hall.

Xuancheng rode a fast horse out of the Chongque from the corridor of the outer palace, and the horse passed through the gate of the Chongque, and then the carriage slowed down, and finally stopped at the roundabout of the corridor of the outer palace, which was connected to an ancestral hall, Xie Ling picked up the curtain and went I saw the Zhumen of the ancestral hall.

Zhao Zuo wanted to turn around and hug Xie Ling, but Xie Ling pushed him first and refused.He asked Zhao Zuo to get off the chariot first, and he also bowed to get off the chariot with the hand that Zhao Zuo passed after getting off the chariot.

He raised his hand and saw two rich characters engraved on the wooden plaque: Wenzheng.

Wenzheng was originally the highest posthumous title for civil servants. After Lao Xie left, Emperor Hui gave him the posthumous title of "Wenzheng", but it is not known whether Xie Ling has established a shrine or not.

So when Zhao Zuo mentioned on the chariot that he was going to Wenzheng Temple, Xie Ling couldn't help being surprised, and he was even a little timid.

But when I got off the chariot, I realized that this was not the Wenzheng Temple built in the western suburbs for scholars from all over the world that I had heard from others in the past few days.

Zhao Zuo's hand circled Xie Ling, but he didn't touch him, just in case Xie Ling lost his strength, and it was too late to help him.

Xie Ling moved slowly, and walked through the gate of this small ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, there is only one bluestone road leading directly to the hall, and bright lamps are lit around the hall. Dozens of bright lamps are scattered here and there, just like the newborn sun.

No temperature, but always radiant.

A little boy next to him couldn't understand anything, and was dozing off by a candlestick next to the wall.

Later, I didn't know which candle oil was full, and a drop fell on the back of his hand, and the boy opened his eyes.

In this ancestral hall rarely visited by people, he saw a man in green shirt and jade crown and a man in black clothes.He knew Mr. Xuanyi, and he was terrified. Nuonuo ran to the two of them and knelt down.

"Ask, ask the Holy One." Although the little boy was excited, he still said the words without missing a word. Obviously, he had said it many times. What always attracted Zhao Zuo to set foot here, and Xie Ling was puzzled. .

Zhao Zuo nodded and walked in to protect Xie Ling, but the boy immediately gave way.

There are several wooden signs in the hall.Mr. Xie was not the only one, but also Liu Chen, the patriarch of Zhaoxing at the beginning, Wang Cheng later, and a new plaque with the name "Wang Shuo" engraved on it.

Xie Ling's footsteps stopped when he saw "Wang Shuo".He hesitated to go forward, because what he said in front of Huixuan's grave broke his promise, and he still hasn't found the man in black.

According to the old rules, the boy took two sticks of incense from the side, handed one stick of incense to Zhao Zuo, and another stick of incense to Xie Ling.

Xie Ling took the stick of incense from the boy, and stood there for a while, Zhao Zuo was not in a hurry, nor urged Xie Ling, but the incense burnt for a while, the heat from the ashes covered the back of Xie Ling's hand, the pale His skin immediately turned red, looking a little scary.

Xie Ling subconsciously withdrew his hands, and then he came back to his senses. He turned his head and met Zhao Zuo's gaze that had been looking at him.He didn't know how long Zhao Zuo looked at him like this, and the roots of his ears turned red involuntarily.

He quickly looked away, took half a step forward, bowed three times, and then inserted the stick of incense under Liu Chen's tablet.

When Xie Ling turned his head and asked the little boy for more incense sticks, Zhao Zuo stopped him, "Come here, my family. Since we are a family, we should let them all take a look, so as to understand my sincerity."

"what?"

Zhao Zuo bowed and made a salute. After the salute, he inserted the stick of incense into the small incense burner in front of the next memorial tablet, and then continued: "I always come here to ask some sages to protect you."

"But it turned out to be your friend's name, and I want to change it today." Zhao Zuo repeated the action just now.

Xie Ling took the stick of incense from the boy, handed it to Zhao Zuo, followed him, and asked, "What name is it?"

"My father, you have met a long time ago. I heard that old Xie Xiang and Senior Brother Huixuan are your family members, so I have met you solemnly today?" Zhao Zuo changed his mouth and took another step to make the last one The stick of incense was inserted in front of Wang Shuo's spiritual tablet, "It's just that I never thought it would be like this."

I never thought it would be like this, and I never thought that it would be so many years before and after, but after all, I have met each other's parents.

Xie Ling heard Zhao Zuo say this.He took the initiative to take half a step forward, put his hand on the back of Zhao Zuo's hand, and put on the stick of incense together.His eyes were attracted by the unmarked tablet standing beside him.

Xie Ling withdrew his hand, walked to the memorial tablet, and was stunned for a while.

After a while, Xie Ling came back to his senses and hooked his lips, smiling: "My position?"

"Ah."

"I'm a sycophant, you shouldn't, let people see it, it's time to tell the truth." Xie Ling said calmly, but his eyes never left the long sword placed in front of the unmarked tablet.

That was originally Zhao Zuo's sword, Xie Ling remembered.

It was also this sword that allowed Xie Ling to determine who the unlettered tablet would be for.

Xie Ling reached out and touched the tip of the long sword.When the candle was on and off, he couldn't see it clearly, but he always felt that the blood stained on the tip of the sword was still there.

The bloodstain was stained in the few quarrels between him and Zhao Zuo that reached the point of daggers.

That day was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the lanterns entered the market.

The whole Fufeng is lit up with lanterns, which is exactly the same as the night scene in Yangzhou.

Zhao Zuo was nervous about going to the Northwest that day, so he went to Chongque early in the morning.Because Fengxiang and Changle went out to admire the moon, Xianzhi ran out to pick up his aunt before he had finished his lunch.

Speaking of Fengxiang, at first Xianzhi was still a little afraid of Fengxiang, especially with her frowning cold voice, which made people dare not speak out loud.Later, at the family dinner on New Year's Eve, Fengxiang gave Xianzhi some novelty gadgets, and successfully bought Xianzhi's child's little thoughts.

Later, whenever Fengxiang was able to leave the palace, Xianzhi always rushed to go, and of course he had to bring his dependent master to accompany him.

But today, Xie Wuling can take some time to accompany them, only Xianzhi goes alone.

Xian walked away, Xie Wuling didn't stay in the garden for long, and followed him out of the house.He went back to Xie's mansion, took an old painting copied from the old days, and then took the chariot, went to Liu Lane, Hua Street, beside Nian Bridge, to attend the appointment.

Those Yingyans who waved their sleeves and waved their hands always knew that Fufeng City had won a romantic figure. In the old days, she loved to go to the Echi Club, and she also wrote a few erotic poems. She had a handsome appearance and an unruly character.

Seeing him now, they all tried to call him.Xie Wuling entered the Flower Street and Willow Lane, there would always be two or three voluptuous silk cloths brushing against his neck, causing Xie Wuling to shrink his neck subconsciously. He immediately searched for a charming woman with peony hairpins on her temples among all the beauties. , asked softly: "Mr. Shen's family is here?"

The woman raised her hand to wrap it around Xie Wuling's neck, but she withdrew her hand after hearing his question.He pointed to a place upstairs.

"Mr. Xiao has to go by myself. Master's Accord, I can't wait to set foot." The charming voice came to my ears, with a bit of crispy taste, only thanking Wuling for not being able to conceive this kind of thought, all over the body, except for goosebumps, there is no pain bystander.

He paid the silver taels in his sleeve to the people around him, and then went upstairs.Every room upstairs is hung with gaudy red silk and decorated with bead curtains, perhaps to create the illusion of luxury.

In this luxurious and luxurious room, there is only one room that is different.When the carved door is pushed open, there is a plain picture screen, and wild grass is written wantonly on the veil hanging inside.

The hermit in the hustle and bustle is a real hermit, and the elegant in the gaudy should also be called elegant.Xie Wuling thought so.

He bowed his head and pursed his lips into a smile, and walked in. Just behind the painting screen, Ichiro-kun was lying on his side on the mat, his blue silk was drawn by a bamboo pen, his coat was wide open, and the bamboo slips were on the floor. His gaze was focused on the bamboo slips. superior.

Xie Wuling stopped, then he heard the man raise his voice lazily and said: "Xie Pingzhi, you made me wait so long."

"I just got away, it was delayed." Xie Wuling apologized helplessly, explained a sentence, and smiled bitterly, "I can't bring him to your place, can I, long rest."

Only then did Shen Changxie raise his head to look at the person in front of him, seeing that he was dressed in a jade crown and a spring shirt, except for a slightly sharper look between his brows and eyes, he was obviously no different from the gentleman he met in Yangzhou in the past.

Thinking of this, Shen Changxie's face unconsciously showed disbelief: "I heard that the masters in Yangzhou said that you stayed in Fufeng, but I still refused to believe it. I mean you, seriously?"

"Really." Xie Wuling sat down, his eyes were on the same level as the person in front of him, Shen Changxie handed the jug beside him to Xie Wuling, Xie Wuling raised his hand and took a sip, frowned and said, "Why, Shen Yun is going to keep healthy in Fufeng ? This wine is actually white water."

"Can you drink it? You won't be able to find Bei after one jar. I'm afraid that the little grandson will come to me and ask for his master." Shen Changxie teased mercilessly, while putting away the slips of paper, he sat cross-legged, Looking at Xie Wuling, he asked seriously, "What makes you Xie Pingzhi so upset?"

The world is far and wide, there are a bunch of tourists in Yangzhou, because they are young and hard to control their madness, they often gather together, laugh at the landscape, and talk about strange things.

If anyone can become an official, it is impossible for Xie Wuling alone, because those people are all dudes from aristocratic families, and Xie Wuling is from a poor family.

Since he chose this leisurely temperament, it is impossible for him to be imprisoned by the temple.Even if he is imprisoned, his arrogance is absolutely impossible for this temple.That's why Shen Changxie never believed that the Mr. Xie Xiao in Fufeng's rumors was actually the Xie Pingzhi he had known in the early years.

"It's a long story, but it can be regarded as a long-term friendship." Xie Wuling said casually.

Shen Changxie became even more interested, and asked curiously: "Lovely? To whom? The little emperor's grandson? Or the little emperor's father?"

When Shen Changxie mentioned the little emperor's grandson, Xie Wuling didn't even lift his eyelids, but when he heard the word father, Xie Wuling's hands visibly froze.

Shen Changxie had been in this scene for a long time, how could this change escape his notice, he understood it immediately.Not only did he immediately calculate, but he also murmured: "Zhao Zuo, I heard it's a hard stubble."

"Huh?" Xie Wuling raised his eyebrows in doubt.

"I heard that he doesn't know much about love, and he doesn't have a good relationship with Liang Zhuo? But I heard that he has a young son. Are you interested in a married man?"

"Yes." Xie Wuling looked down at his sleeve, pretending to be sad, "So only I know about this matter."

Although Liang Jue next to Zhao Zuo is not real, his name is always there.The man named Liang Zhuo is Zhao Zuo's wife.And he... is nothing.

As for what happened on New Year's Eve, let's just treat him as a mess overnight.After that day, both of them automatically skipped the incident, pretending it never happened.

He and Zhao Zuo are also unlikely, he thought it was a tacit fact between the two of them.

Yong Guogong can raise a house of male pets, but Zhao Zuo can't.He does not have the mother clan behind Yong Guogong, nor is Yong Guogong, Xie Wuling will not become his male favourite.

They can be shoulder to shoulder without creating a relationship of subordination.

"What do you want me to do, Mr. Xie Xiao?" Shen Changxie took a bite out of nowhere.

"Don't dare dare," Xie Wuling quickly waved his hands, "I just heard that Mr. Shen is going to make a show, I have a copy here, and I specially sent it to Mr. Shen's show, to add some fun."

Hearing this, Shen Changxie quickly put away the wild fruit in his hand, took the scroll, raised his eyebrows and took it apart...

"I also ask Mr. Lang to help me catch a fish."

Shen Changxie closed the painting scroll, put it behind him, smiled and sat down with an appearance that I knew, and did not forget to ask: "Who?"

"Fourth Grade Shang Shulang. Tian Liu."

"Hubu?" Shen Changxie raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Wuling.

Xie Wuling nodded calmly, and smiled: "Changxi is in this fireworks field, and he knows the temple like the back of his hand?"

"It's forced by life." Shen Changxie shook his head seriously, and asked again, "Do you want to move him?"

"Well, someone should make room." Xie Wuling met Shen Changxie's eyes, his eyes were very firm, "After all, it is Xianzhi's master, and he has to go to Qingyun to talk about leading him."

Shen Changxie understood the meaning of Xie Wuling's words, it was nothing more than letting this field flow pave the way for him.Tianliu is just the first on the road.

Xie Wuling whispered the overall plan, which shocked Shen Changxie, and he was even a little thankful that Xie Wuling's order to Zhao Zuo was to "close Shen."

Xie Wuling didn't realize how much this kindness was, he just sighed and went back to the garden: "But it's late at night to talk about the old things."

When Xie Wuling went downstairs, Qianjiao Baimei came close again, causing a thick and strong smell of makeup, but Xie Wuling didn't notice it.

But when he returned to the garden, he said that someone had been waiting for him for a long time, and he didn't stop for a moment, and looked at Fa Tan.