long head song

Yu Wenche hid behind a willow tree, the cold wind blew into his neck, and a few pieces of fresh snow fell, making him bone-chillingly cold.

The air in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, and every winter, the moisture seems to penetrate deep into the body, stirring like countless tiny blades.This road leads to the vermilion back door of King Su's mansion, and he has been waiting for half an hour.Today is the winter solstice, and Chen Wangzhi is going to Boling Wang's house for the festival.Yu Wenche discovered that he usually came in and out through the back door, perhaps because he didn't want to bear the reputation of making friends with important ministers privately.

Since the current emperor of Qi State did not love the youngest son, Su Wang's Mansion was located in a remote corner of the capital.This trail is even less traveled.Yu Wenche waited and waited in this shady place, the sun gradually rose, and the door opened, he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Chen Wangzhi was riding on a white horse, wearing a white fur coat that was spotless.Yu Wenche boldly stepped out from behind the willow tree, cleared his throat, and said, "Chen, Chen Wangzhi."

"Yu Wenche." Seeing him, Chen Wangzhi was slightly surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"I..." There was another gust of wind, Yu Wenche stomped his feet in the cold, and suddenly found that his shoes and socks were completely wet and covered with mud.His mother died young, and he traveled around the world since he was a child. Sometimes it is difficult to maintain food and clothing, let alone rich clothes and food. He never dreamed of it.Chen Wangzhi looked him up and down with heavy eyes, Yu Wenche felt ashamed, hurriedly pulled the bag out of his arms, and said stiffly, "It's cold... see you off!"

Those are two white fox skins.Someone from Yu Wenche's mother's relatives acted as envoys, came to Daqi to worship, and brought some Xiliang specialties to the neglected prince.The Liang people are nomadic and hygienic. They first lived by grass and were good at hunting. The fur of these two white foxes is pure white without any stray hairs. They are smooth and smooth. They are the best fur goods.The envoy originally intended for him to keep it, in case something happened, it could be used as a care.But Yu Wenche was only thinking about Chen Wangzhi, and His Royal Highness King Su was not loved by his father. It was widely rumored in the Taixue that the white fur coat he was wearing was a gift from Gao Ping.

"Thank you." Chen Wangzhi didn't even look at it, "Just keep it."

Yu Wenche didn't have a maid by his side, just two young servants, and he would mend the torn clothes by himself on weekdays.Today, when they rushed here excitedly, the two fox skins just found a piece of cloth and tied it into a burden. "Very good." He hastily opened it up, holding it up like a treasure, "We Liang Country, the best hunters, can hunt such a fox."

"I don't need it." Chen Qingzhi said lightly, the fur on his neck was shining with silver light. "I still have something to do, let's go first." As he said that, he was about to urge the horse to move forward. Yu Wenche was disappointed, and ran a few steps behind the horse, shouting, "Chen Wangzhi! I—"

"It's cold and it's snowing, please go back." Chen Qingzhi spoke Wu language, although it was soft, it was as thin as cold wind, without any ups and downs.

After lunch, Dong Qier served two cups, one big and one small.The big one belongs to Yu Wenche, and the small one belongs to Chen Wangzhi.Chen Wangzhi rolled his eyes around and whispered to Dong Qier, "His is different from mine."

Dong Qi'er smiled wryly, bowed and retreated without saying a word.Chen Wangzhi sighed, "Am I stupid?"

Yu Wenche was taken aback, "No, if you were Benz, there would be no smart people in the world."

"Is that me before?" Chen Wangzhi raised one leg, ouched a few times, grimaced, and muttered, "When I sit like this, my feet will feel numb and my waist will hurt after a while—I think the old me must be Very smart, very capable, maybe some kind of high-ranking official. Now I can't even remember my name, I'm stupid, I can't read books, I can't play chess, so everyone looks at me like that A bitter look. For example, that General Shen came to see me once, wept his beard wet, and yelled for a long time. I had to smile at him, hoping he would be happier. But when he saw me laugh, he cried even more. sharp."

Shen Changping came to see Chen Wangzhi a few times, Yu Wenche said, "Chen Qing, is he crying?"

"Crying," Chen Wangzhi covered his eye sockets with his hands, twisting his body back and forth, "That's it, crying and saying, 'How did you become like this'...whatever. I don't want to be like this, I can't remember Mr. Zhang said that it was burnt because of a fever." He peeked at Yu Wenche's cup through his fingers, "Your tea is different from mine."

"Ah, mine is milk tea." Yu Wenche pushed the cup over, "Do you want to have a taste?"

Xiliang people take drinking milk tea as a custom.Milk tea is first boiled with tea bricks, then the tea leaves are filtered out, millet and other grains are fried and crushed, then stirred with tea, and finally brewed with hot milk.Chen Wangzhi raised his nose and sniffed, and frowned slightly, "It smells so strange." But he couldn't help being curious, he stuck out his tongue and licked it like a cat, and immediately his face turned into a ball of bitterness, and he complained, "It doesn't taste good."

"You're not used to this." Yu Wenche's heart was beating wildly, and he was tongue-tied.The pink tip of the tongue seemed to be magnified several times in front of his eyes, which made people dream about it.To cover up, he hastily drank a few mouthfuls of milk tea, and said in a hoarse voice, "We used to... live in the grasslands. The winter is extremely cold, and milk tea can keep out the cold, and drinking more will strengthen your health. I didn't get used to drinking it at first, but it's been a long time , get used to it...just, just..."

"I still think that tea is tea, and milk is milk. Mixing them together will change the taste. Tea is not tea, and milk is not milk." After Chen Wangzhi finished speaking, he shook his calf, "Well, Your Majesty."

Yu Wenche said, "I am here."

"I'm sleepy." Chen Wangzhi yawned a little, his eyes misty, "Are you sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

"Then you can take a lunch break with me." Chen Wangzhi jumped off the couch, bowed his head and untied the silk sash around his waist, "I don't like sleeping by myself... I have nightmares, people chase me all the time. Also, since you are not sleepy, then Tell me about my past. Am I your subject? Why do they call me 'Your Highness'?"

The birdsong is endless, chirping, hoarse and sharp.In winter, the pretty birds fly south in search of warm shelter.Only the crow and the magpie stayed.

"It doesn't sound good." Chen Wangzhi stretched his waist and said to himself.His mind was empty, he tapped his temple hard, and sighed, "I can't remember."

With one arm resting heavily on his waist, Chen Wangzhi blinked and muttered in a low voice, "Tell me a story, and I sleep soundly." Yu Wenche sleeps on his side, with broad shoulders and a broad body, with a slight circle around his jaw Cyan, hugged Chen Wangzhi to his chest with both hands and feet.Chen Wangzhi moved his arms, "Hello, Your Majesty."

Yu Wenche worked hard for days and was tired of political affairs. At this time, he had a sweet dream, and he couldn't wake up.Chen Wangzhi was discouraged, touched the corners of his lips with his fingers, and asked in confusion, "Who are you? You said you knew me...but why don't I remember you?"

"...Well, I'm tired." Yu Wenche tightened his arms, talking softly in a dream, using a language he didn't understand.

"Forget it, I don't remember you, and I don't remember myself either." Outside the window, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and a few birds were startled flying, their cries becoming more ear-piercing.