Disobedience

Mo Jinghe went to attend Shaoliang's mansion, and walked to Tangyuan.

"Come on."

Mo Jinghe looked back, it was Xi Shaoliang who chased him out, he walked in a hurry, he would stop and pant badly.

Mo Jinghe thought that he had changed his mind and wanted to return the product, so he turned around and was about to leave, but he couldn't wait for him to slow down.

"Wait... I promised to take care of Gui'er for you... I won't go back on my word."

Mo Jing looked at him suspiciously, not because of Gui'er, but why?

"The first emperor passed away. I saw that there was no sadness in your eyes, but a sense of relief. I was worried. I heard a little about the matter between the late emperor and you. Are you... are you planning to go with the late emperor now that you are gone?" ?”

"Don't worry, how can I be so overwhelmed? The late emperor restricted me a lot. I was not allowed to do this, and I was not allowed to do that. The days that were supposed to be happy and joyful are just miserable haha. Now that the late emperor is gone, I feel that the sky is high and let the birds fly." I am only 23 years old, I have a lot of good times waiting for me, how can I let him go."

Mo Jinghe's heartfelt words made Xi Shaoliang feel that they were indeed logical and factual.

"How do you plan in the future?"

"There are many delicious and interesting things in Qingdu. After I visit them one by one, I will go to other places to find fun. The world is so big, I am afraid that I will not be able to enjoy it in my life. For example, I plan to go to Tangyuan first. Let's play around, if Xi Zhongcheng is interested, how about going together?"

Where did Xi Shaoliang come from? Shi Laozi Kungfu Tour Tangyuan, he has a lot of official business to deal with, and now he has to take care of the children for Mo Jinghe.

But he still replied: "Okay, let's go." In fact, Mo Jinghe is used to talking nonsense, even though he said so, it is very common for him to throw himself into the lake as soon as he turns around.

Mo Jing laughed and walked to his side.

"I remember when I was young, I liked to visit Tangyuan with you. I felt that my face was radiant. But now that you have been an official for many years, your knowledge has been neglected. You are afraid that you will be overwhelmed by them."

Xi Shaoliang couldn't help smiling when he remembered the days when he was still in the school attached to Mo's family.That period of time was plain, fulfilling and beautiful, but now I can't go back anyway...

"I'm so sorry to embarrass you."

"That's not true. I look good. Wherever I stop, I will be watched and killed. Those are just icing on the cake."

Xi Shaoliang started to walk towards Tangyuan.

"I didn't want to lose face in the first place, but I have been to Nanhuo Kingdom for three years, and I have no bottom line."

Mo Jing laughed.

Tangyuan was originally one of the most important water transport terminals in Qingdu. It was abandoned a hundred years ago and few people came and went.

I don’t know when and what month an octagonal crabapple was born out of white, and I don’t know how many years later, a poet passed by, and the poet recited a poem to this crabapple. The poem is a good poem, and the flowers are extremely beautiful. , and soon attracted literati and poets to come to watch and comment, and business was born in places where there were people. Bookstores, cultural and play shops, teahouses, restaurants and even brothels were lined up along both sides of the canal, and the tail could not be seen from the head. .One tree can't satisfy the literati's full of literary thoughts. In order to attract more people, the merchants planted various kinds of crabapple along this road. Although this place has no name, everyone agrees that it is called "Tangyuan". ".

In the evening, it is the market place of restaurants and brothels. There are people from all walks of life. They come here for recreation after a long day of work. There are also those who come here to talk about things and deliberately come to "meet" and make friends...

During the day, it is a gathering place for literati and poets, enjoying the music of silk and bamboo orchestras, drinking a glass of wine and singing a chant, narrating the quiet feelings, drinking tea and ink, and wandering around.

Mo Jinghe stopped at a place called "Huifeng Pavilion". There were two or six literati looking at paintings in the pavilion.

A scribe said: "Brother Yin bought this painting in the Zhenbao Pavilion in front of him a year ago. He said it was very valuable, but it's not the right time to sell it now. He was also short of money in the past two days, so he gave it up to me. You know what to do, come and show me the truth.”

Another scribe held up the painting, and the other four came forward to look at it.

"This...there is nothing good about this painting, but this bamboo-leaf-green painting is very good. .”

"Brother Yan is right. This Zhuyeqing's brushwork is exquisite and the colors are exquisite. If you ask me, this bird and the bamboo forest next to it should be the hands of two people. The former is probably to support the latter. made this painting."

"It is indeed possible, but if you say that everyone supports the younger generation, you should mention a sum in the inscription or inscription, so that you can really play the role of inscription, but you can see that this painting is not even inscribed, only a line of inscription'The hand has the fragrance of tea, yes There is no one sitting.'”

The scribe who bought the painting urged: "Don't say these are useless, just tell me how much they are worth?"

Mo Jinghe felt that the air in his throat rushed to the tip of his nose, and when the tip of his nose became sore, tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't stop it.

Xi Shaoliang hurriedly handed him the handkerchief.

"How can you cry while looking at a painting?"

Mo Jinghe grew up with him since he was a child, and Xi Shaoliang has seen all his ugly appearances, so he doesn't care about it, and still cries after taking the veil.

Xi Shaoliang felt that Mo Jing and his taste were becoming more and more peculiar. This painting was indeed as good as those scribes said that the bird was painted well, but just because the bird was so lifelike, it made the bamboo forest on the side much darker. It's not a good work, how can you cry for it?Which string did the content in the painting touch Mo Jinghe?

In a blink of an eye, I saw Mo Jinghe laughing, and after a while, he squatted on the ground and hugged his knees, crying, crying all the time, like a child who lost his favorite toy and found it back.

At first, she just shed tears silently, and then she whimpered softly, and now she has no scruples, crying wantonly.

Xi Shaoliang squatted down beside him.

"What's wrong with you?"

He asked twice before Mo Jinghe raised his head and smiled again.

"I think I've done so many bad things in my life, and it should end like this..."

When Mo Jinghe said this, he choked up badly.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as straw dogs." Some words are even incoherent.

"Zirui, Zirui, he said he would keep his promise, so it turns out, Zirui..."

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