Sheriff, give me a smile~

Seeing Zhang Liang frowning and thinking hard, Liu Bang couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you."

Zhang Liang was surprised: "Why are you laughing at me?"

Han Xin glanced at Liu Bang and said, "It's too late today, and it's not too late to discuss important matters tomorrow. I will leave first."

Liu Bang nodded: "Yes."

Han Xin stood up and bowed, just as he was about to leave, he seemed to think of something and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, the assassin may still be hiding in the palace and has not left yet, but I need to strengthen the patrol."

"No, I don't think she has the guts to go and come back."

Now that the words have come to this point, Han Xin didn't say much, and left after a ceremony.

There are only Liu Bang and Zhang Liang left in the room.

Liu Bang still leaned back slightly on the chair and looked at Zhang Liang: "Don't think about it."

"what"

"Stop thinking about who the assassin is, that doesn't matter."

"It's about your safety, how can you be good..."

Liu Bang sneered: "If you think about everything, then what will Di Renjie do?"

"..."

Liu Bang continued: "There is only one purpose for coming to Chang'an, and that is to negotiate with the Empress about dispatching troops. Now that the negotiation has been finalized, the armor can be adjusted. We will leave Chang'an soon, as long as we arrive safely in Chuhan. What does the assassin do?" The purpose is not really important."

Liu Bang sighed: "I have conquered Chu and Han for so many years. I have countless enemies. I have experienced no less than a hundred wars and assassinations. There are dozens of scars on my body. Today's assassination is nothing more than that. Anyone who wants to stop the lonely As for who is blocking the way and why they want to block the way, Gu is not very interested, because they all end up in the same way. But there is one thing today that makes Gu very happy."

Zhang Liang looked at him puzzled.

Liu Bang smiled: "That is, when the short arrow hits, Liangliang will want to help Gu block it."

"It's a good job for a minister to relieve the king's danger."

Liu Bang looked at Zhang Liang quietly, his eyes were so deep that Zhang Liang was suspicious.

"Liangliang, you understand the language of all things in the world, so do you understand this place?" Liu Bang pointed to his heart: "I don't want to hear this."

"...Then what does Your Majesty want to hear?"

"come here."

Zhang Liang walked over hesitantly, but when he came in front of him, he felt a sudden weight on his waist, and in the blink of an eye, he fell on Liu Bang's body.

The man's handsome face was right in front of his eyes, his breath beat against his face, Zhang Liang became flustered, he wanted to get up but was pressed back hard by the hand on his waist.

"Your Majesty, this, this..."

"Liang Liang, I am pleased with you."

Zhang Liang was stunned.

"Didn't you hear clearly, I said I like you."

I don't like flowers, and I don't think flowers are pretty.

In my heart, flowers are fragile and useless, not to mention that I don't have any compassion for flowers and jade.

But a scene I saw by chance when I was 17 suddenly made me feel that flowers are very beautiful.

Shiwei is in September, and the ordinal number is Sanqiu.

The ancient temple in the mountain forest is deep and deep, and the breeze is rippling.

I dragged my tired body and walked over the stone steps step by step.I just had a fierce battle with the gangsters on the street, and I looked very unbearable with blood all over my body.

Fortunately, there was no one in the ancient temple at this time.In fact, even if there is me, I am not afraid. I, Liu Ji, have always been brazen and care about mere bad words

Why I came here, I can't say very clearly, I probably still feel a little uncomfortable and want to find a quiet place to stay alone.

Many osmanthus trees were picked and planted on both sides of the stone steps, extending from the bottom to the front of the temple.

The light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with the aroma fell down one after another, and I felt that the smell was still a bit pleasant.

When I climbed the last step, I ended up sitting paralyzed on the ground.I wanted to take a good rest, but when I raised my eyes, I saw an unforgettable scene in this life.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the temple, a boy of the [-]th or [-]th year was standing still holding a book, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers slowly fell and scattered on the man's book, clothes, and his soft white hair.

He was motionless, as if isolated from the world.

Seeing someone coming, he tilted his head slightly.

The reeds lean on the jade trees, and the wind under the pines is plain.

When I asked you where you came from, I only doubted the heavenly man.

I caught my breath when I met his eyes.

The quiet and clear eyes seemed to look into the bottom of my heart.

Obviously I couldn't bear to destroy such a scene, but for some reason, I still opened my mouth: "Hey, who is that, come and give me a hand, I can't walk anymore."

I thought he would walk away, but I didn't want him to watch me put away the book and walk towards me.

He held out his hand to me.

That hand was beautiful, slender, fair and clean.

For a moment I was terrified of dirtying him.

But he didn't give me too much time to react, he pulled me up with all his strength, then turned and left.

I was stunned and forgot to chase for a while.

After many years, I have seen many people with all kinds of faces, but I have never seen anyone with such a clear temperament like him.

Sometimes I think of him, but I can only sigh.

Suddenly one day, on the busiest street in Yingdu, a group of hooligans surrounded a young man.

That young man has an extraordinary bearing, but he stands with a book in his hand in a daze. I can't help laughing. Whose nerd has come out to cause trouble?

The man suddenly turned his head to look at me who was outside the crowd. I was taken aback, and my heart skipped a beat.

White hair, single mirror, holding books, and unworldly atmosphere.

It's him!

In the simple wooden house, I handed him a cup of tea.

"What's your name?"

He smiled slightly, and his voice was unexpectedly nice:

"Zhang Liang."

"Please... save him."

"Any Price"

"Any price."

"His soul is broken, even if he is recalled, he can only be reincarnated."

"……How long"

"I don't know, maybe ten years, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years."

"It's okay, I can wait."

"You forgot, you don't have much time left."

"..."

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the autumn is fading.

The man in Tsing Yi turned around and looked out the window, leaving only the back of the fox demon.

The fox demon said in a low voice: "Is it true that after reincarnation, everyone will forget the past?"

"Yes."

"I want to remember him."

The man in Tsing Yi turned around, looked at the gloomy Fox Demon and said with a smile, "You are nothing more than an ordinary thing in the world, why should you change your fate against the sky?"

"There is a tree in the West Sea that is said to be reborn. Cut it down and build a box to preserve the past."

The man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows: "You want to seal your memory with past life memories"

"Ah."

"Forget it, I'll help you one more time. As for the afterlife, whether the memory of the past life can return to your hands is God's will."

"God's will...?"

Li Bai woke up suddenly, with fine sweat oozing from his forehead.He turned over and sat up, but was stunned for a moment.

The morning light is dim.

Birdsong came from the half-opened window.

He turned his head to look at the white sky, put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed.

The scene in the dream is so real that it is scary.

The mysterious man in Tsing Yi, the thousand-year-old fox demon, the gurgling autumn rain, and... memories of past lives.

Still the same as before, I can remember everything, but I can't remember the faces of those people.

He reached out and groped for a while beside his pillow, there was a small wooden box called Past Life Memories.

Di Renjie was busy investigating the assassin case and had no time to take care of it for the time being, so he returned the box to himself.

But at this moment, the box called Past Life Memories lay quietly in his hand, emitting a faint golden light.

"There is a tree in the West Sea that is said to be reborn. Cut it down and build a box to preserve the past."

The Millennium Fox's voice still echoed in his ears.

Who is the man in Tsing Yi, who is the Millennium Fox, and who am I...

Li Bai?

Li Bai suddenly smiled weakly and leaned against the bed.

My heart was empty and a little confused, and I couldn't tell whether it was sadness, melancholy, or other emotions.

Zhang Liang said that he was missing a piece of memory, and the memory can be found in the memories of past lives.

Are these dreams my previous memories, one after another is sadder than the other.

How out of tune with Li Bai's.

When all these memories are retrieved, am I still the current Li Bai?

Sometimes people are so contradictory. When you don't know the truth, you desperately want to chase the truth; but when the truth is revealed bit by bit in front of you, you retreat because of the fear of the truth itself.

After all, I am not a god, and I can't be so wanton and free and easy.

Li Bai suddenly misses Di Renjie very much. If that person is by his side now, he will definitely use his powerful logical thinking to help him judge what is right and what is wrong, what should be accepted and what should be thrown away.Instead of being overwhelmed by wild thoughts like I am now.

In the past, Li Bai was open-minded about this unsolved mystery, and Di Renjie was worried.

And actually?

The man seemed worried, but he was actually open-minded;

I seem to be open-minded, but I am actually worried.

He is a detective who sees everything clearly, and he is a poet of sentimentality.

Poets are the easiest to think about, and also the easiest to move.

Even the sigh of an old man on the side of the road, in the eyes of the poet, is also the spring and autumn of pen and ink.

This is not an advantage, but it is not a disadvantage.

This is nature.

Innate nature.

Li Bai, Li Bai, do you think you are very chic?

That man was really smart, to recognize his own nature at such an early age.

He suddenly remembered the night before he left Chang'an City for the first time many years ago.

Late spring in April, mixed with a cool breath.

He and Di Renjie were sitting on the roof of Di's study.

There was no wine around, and the two just sat side by side and looked up at the night sky.

The sky meets the clouds, and the galaxy turns a thousand times.

The man asked: "You have a lot of acquaintances in Chang'an. Why did you choose me, a person you don't know well, to say goodbye when you say goodbye?"

The young Li Bai smiled: "Probably because I think you and I hit it off the most."

The young Di Renjie raised his eyebrows: "It's really like a poet to fall in love with each other."

"Poets do it"

"Li Bai, let me ask you, do you want to be a chic and unrestrained person?"

Li Bai laughed: "Not only is I unrestrained in the world of mortals, but I also want to try my sword in the world. I want to steal all over the world and become famous all over the world! I want everyone in the world. Anyone who hears my name, Li Bai, will be moved!"

The young man's words were sonorous and powerful, with high spirits.

Di Renjie clapped his hands and laughed strangely.

"Why, you don't believe it"

"Trying the sword, stealing the world, and being famous all over the world. I believe that the world is moved by you. I just don't believe that you can be chic in the world of mortals. Or, your chic is not chic in the true sense."

"why?"

"I ask you, what do poets need most to write poetry"

"emotion."

"That's it. People who are bound by emotions, there are a few who can be unrestrained. Throughout the ages, I have never seen a poet who can write good poems as truly unrestrained."

"You will be sentimental because of foreign objects, you will be moved by others, and you will produce poems because of other people's thoughts or your own mood."

"The wind blows and the grass moves, a flower and a leaf are all in the poet's heart. No one can understand the subtle emotions better than the poet."

"A poet should be close to the people. The more people you come into contact with, the more poems you will write, and the more emotions you will accumulate in your heart."

"Will a person who has accumulated so many emotions be really chic?"

Seeing Li Bai stunned, Di Renjie hugged his knees and looked up to the sky, saying: "If you don't see Qu Zi mourning the country's poem "Li Sao", if you don't see Wei Wu asked Du Kang worryingly, if you don't see Pingzi is worried about four things, if you don't see..."

Speaking of this, Di Renjie suddenly turned his head to look at Li Bai: "Taibai loves to send Lianxiang again."

Sure enough, love, send lotus fragrance.