Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

As expected, there was no big competition for the position of queen, and she simply fell into Lian Qing's arms.The post-sealing ceremony is a relatively cumbersome process, and it is even more troublesome.From sacrifice to worship, it took a whole day.

Song Nanchu was an outsider, even a minor official didn't have to go to watch the ceremony.There is also Shen Yuan who is also free.

"Didn't go to class?" Song Nanchu was a little surprised, he was practicing calligraphy when Shen Yuan suddenly appeared from the window.

"I'm a teacher, so naturally I don't have to go to class." Shen Yuan lay on the window, smiling, "Why did Mr. Song remember to practice calligraphy?"

Song Nanchu put down his pen and looked at the line of small characters he wrote: "Calm down."

Shen Yuan turned around and stretched her back against the window: "I didn't expect Mr. Song to have a time to meditate. I thought you were unbreakable."

"Wen Tan, you are the most unbreakable person." Song Nanchu cleaned her hands, and said it calmly.

The spring breeze is the most tickling, especially the spring breeze that raises petals, which is even more itchy.

Shen Yuan reached out to catch a few petals that had been blown off, and lowered his eyes: "My prison...a big hole has been broken a long time ago." His voice was so shallow that even the petals in his hand were not blown.

"What?" Song Nanchu didn't hear clearly, walked to the window and looked at Shen Yuan outside the window, and asked again,

Shen Yuan turned around and smiled: "I said, these petals are really delicate."

"Isn't it?" Song Nanchu raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't look like you, a rough old man, with rough skin and thick flesh, no matter how hard you pinch it, it won't hurt you."

"These words are ambiguous." Shen Yuan reached out and touched Song Nanchu's forehead, "I'm also a delicate person."

Song Nanchu laughed, his eyes narrowed: "Wen Tan, if you went to the battlefield, would you still call yourself delicate?"

Speaking of this, Song Nanchu was stunned.Go to the battlefield, that's gone forever.

"Haha." Shen Yuan laughed loudly, then looked into Song Nanchu's eyes, "The neighboring country provoked me, and in three days, I will go to the battlefield."

The atmosphere suddenly sank to a trough.

"How...impossible!" Song Nanchu's pupils widened, "How could you be sent to the battlefield?"

"My master recommends himself, and there are no other candidates except me." Shen Yuan smiled slightly, and stretched out his arms to hug Song Nanchu's head, "In this battle, His Majesty means that I will become famous in one fell swoop. I don't ask for anything, I just hope to return If you can come back, eat plum cake."

Across a window sill, Song Nanchu's head rested on Shen Yuan's arms, feeling extremely warm.But he was trembling all over, and his heart was cold.

On the battlefield, you will either die or be injured.

Song Nanchu understood this truth, and Gu Zhiyuan did not fail to understand it.He knew that Gu Zhiyuan couldn't wait any longer.

"Okay, when you come back, we'll drink and eat plum cake." Song Nanchu's voice was muffled, "No, sweet-scented osmanthus cake is better."

"Then let's eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Shen Yuan nodded, resting her chin on top of Song Nanchu's head.

This is the first time for him to be so close to Song Nanchu, there is no fragrance as imagined, only a strong smell of ink.

He who had always kept the rules the strictest, couldn't bear it before he left.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to be just a personal bodyguard.Especially after learning the art of war, I am quite interested in marching troops and fighting.Now it's not so much fear as excitement, the excitement of being on the battlefield for the first time.

After 300 years, Shen Yuan still remembers the mood when he first went to the battlefield that year.At that time, wearing armor and waving an epee, even his voice was trembling.It was the desire for war, the desire for victory.

"Mr. Song, do you still remember?" Shen Yuan pulled Song Xun to sit on the steps, "When I first went to the battlefield, I encountered the most dangerous situation."

Song Xun took a breath and thought for a while: "I still vaguely remember it."

"At that time, I was only thinking about winning, but I forgot the simplest sentence 'Soldiers never tire of deceit'." Shen Yuan looked up at the clouds in the sky, and saw a white hem on the eaves without any surprise, "Don't chase after the poor, but I will Going deep into the enemy army was a trap in vain. At that time, I was really helpless, I thought about it, I haven't eaten that sweet-scented osmanthus cake yet."

"Think about this before you die?" Song Xun hugged his knees and sighed, "If you have time to think about this, why not think about how to escape."

"I can't escape." Shen Yuan shook his head, "I was hit by eight arrows all over my body, but none of them hit my heart. It's really my fate."

Song Xun was a little dazed, in his memory he seemed to want to call in soldiers to save Shen Yuan, but he was thrown into confinement for his indecent remarks.

"I didn't die, I was rescued, I was a little girl in the mountains, she was... blind." Shen Yuan pursed her lips, "She is really kind, she raised me for half a year, and let me go."

Shen Yuan never said these things, and what Song Nanchu got at that time was only one sentence: General Shen returned safely!

Song Xun shook his head and said, "Maybe you don't know how scared I was at that time, that you will never return..."

Song Nanchu happened to be playing chess with Gu Zhiyuan when he received the news that Shen Yuan was trapped.With a shake of his hand, the whole chessboard was in chaos.

"What?" Song Nanchu turned to look at the soldier reporting the situation, "What do you mean, trapped the enemy?"

"General Shen led the troops to pursue the enemy, but unexpectedly the enemy set up an ambush, General Shen..." The soldier burst into tears, and his voice choked up a lot.

Song Nanchu opened his mouth, then turned around and knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, please give me a military order to let me go..."

"You want to go to the battlefield?" Gu Zhiyuan's hand was clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing, "You don't know what you are capable of?!"

"Your Majesty!" Song Nanchu turned up the volume, "You don't value the same thing as my ministers. What I want is not Datong, but one person!"

"Why don't I want that one person?" Gu Zhiyuan's voice became a little louder, his etiquette was completely lost, and his normal state was disordered.

"Your Majesty, let the minister go to the rescue."

"You can't do it." Gu Zhiyuan took a breath and regained his sanity a little, "Song Nanchu, you have to know that you are now an aide, do what you should do!" He waved his big hand, "Come on, Take Song's staff back to the other courtyard and watch them strictly, don't let Song's staff go to the battlefield alone and do what a general and soldier should do!"

For a moment, Song Nanchu only felt a sharp pain in his temple, and his head was dizzy.

He knew he was in a hurry and reckless.However, he couldn't bear it.He couldn't bear Shen Yuan's death, he couldn't bear Shen Yuan's injury.

After being placed in confinement, Song Nanchu calmed down instead.He sits at the desk and writes some poems and songs, and occasionally extracts Buddhist scriptures to meditate.

Gu Zhiyuan hasn't summoned him since that day, and he is not in a hurry, either sitting and writing or lying down to sleep all day long.

About two months later, news finally reached Song Nanchu's ears.

General Shen died on the battlefield, and all the relics were brought back.

In just two sentences, Song Nanchu, who had been waiting for two months and had been silent for two months, passed out.

Song Nanchu passed out, fell ill, and didn't get out of bed for three months.The maids and eunuchs in the palace had something to say again, saying that Mr. Song actually likes Mr. Shen in his heart.Now that Mr. Shen is gone and never comes back, Mr. Song also wants to go with him.

When these words reached Gu Zhiyuan's ears, it was natural that he played a few tricks.

"Follow me to the south gate." Gu Zhiyuan put down the pen in his hand, put the memorial aside, stood up, and looked ahead.

When he arrived at the south gate, he happened to meet a court lady who was gossiping, her words were full of disrespect to Song Nanchu, she used dirty words, and she even looked at each other and laughed foolishly after she finished speaking.

Gu Zhiyuan frowned, and Eunuch Zheng waved his hand, and immediately sent someone to take those maids down. Naturally, there was no need to say what happened.

The innermost part of the south gate is Song Nanchu's small courtyard. The courtyard is small and there are few people.

"I heard that Song's staff members miss him?" Gu Zhiyuan entered the room and saw Song Nanchu lying on the bed reading a book without any surprise.

Song Nanchu smiled slightly, put down the book, and there was a piercing look in her peach eyes: "'Hate wants to die', the person I hate has never passed away, how dare I leave first?"

These words were disrespectful, Eunuch Zheng glanced at Gu Zhiyuan in shock, but the other party's expression was calm and there was no sign of anger.

"Hate? For what?" Gu Zhiyuan stepped forward, slipped Song Nanchu's t-shirt with one hand, lifted Song Nanchu's upper body, put his face close to the opponent's, and snorted coldly, "Song's staff really put Shen Yuan on top of their hearts." of."

Song Nanchu didn't struggle, and let his long hair hang down: "I never let anyone go on the tip of my heart, and I only blame Wen Tan for hiding in my heart."

He knew very well that his friendship with Shen Yuan was nothing more than brotherhood, so naturally he didn't need to pay attention to what he said.He thought so, but the listener was interested.

"That really needs to be treasured!" Gu Zhiyuan wanted to get angry, and thought for a long time, but he didn't know where the anger came from, "Why didn't I smash you to death?"

Song Nanchu leaned forward suddenly, and the two of them leaned their noses against their noses, breathing together: "Your Majesty can also smash the minister to death now."

Gu Zhiyuan froze, his eyes fell on Song Nanchu's two hands placed beside him, he frowned slightly, and let go of his hands, letting Song Nanchu lie down on the bed.He turned his back and said in a low voice, "The dead are dead, so we should know something."

"Your Majesty, I know that every night I dream of what Wen Tan said to me at that time." Song Nanchu looked at the beams and smiled, "He said, if he dies first, I will remember to weed his grave. Once upon a time , if he died, I would still know where he died, but he didn't die. Now that she is dead, I don't even have the chance to see him one last time, let alone pull weeds from the grave. Your Majesty, Do you understand this pain?"

Gu Zhiyuan pursed his lips, and his heart trembled: "...Song Nanchu, Old General Yi recalls that Shenyuan will hold a funeral tomorrow. If you are free...you can go and see it."

When it comes to pain, Gu Zhiyuan feels that he is a hundred times stronger than Song Nanchu.He had known Shen Yuan since he was young, and he could be said to be the only close friend in the entire palace.The departure of a close friend is like a thorn in my heart. There is no such great grief and pain, but a dull pain, which hurts from time to time.It's okay when it doesn't hurt, but when it hurts, it's trembling all over, and it can't be ignored no matter what.

He clutched his chest briefly, feeling his nose sore.It was such a good friend who passed away, but he couldn't grieve as blatantly as Song Nanchu.