long head song

Yu Wenche said, "I can play the flute." Xiliang is a nomadic animal husbandry, the grassland is vast and inaccessible, so the shepherds don't play the flute to comfort loneliness, so almost everyone can play the flute.Over time, there is a custom that when a teenager is fifteen or sixteen years old, if he meets his sweetheart, he will play a song to her to express his admiration.The song has no name, it is mellow and melancholy, and the Qi people in the frontier learned it and named it "Longtou Song".

Chen Wangzhi rested his chin and said sadly, "It's a pity I can't."

Yu Wenche said, "No, it doesn't matter. Do you want to hear someone play the flute?"

Chen Wangzhi smiled lightly and said, "I want to hear you blow it to me."

"Then, next time, I'll bring the flute." Although Yu Wenche doesn't like singing and dancing, there are still two groups of musicians in Qianqi Palace, and now he orders people to find a flute, and he can find it in a short while.However, he left Xiliang since he was a child and never learned how to play the flute.Holding the milk tea in his hand, he sips it while secretly making up his mind that he will set aside time every day to practice well when he returns this time.Just listen to Chen Wangzhi's words, "You have a sweet drink, share it with me."

"You..." Yu Wenche almost choked, "Last time, didn't you say you didn't like it?"

"You gulp down everything you eat, and I feel hungry just looking at it." Chen Wangzhi had porridge and side dishes in front of him, all of which were Jiangnan flavors. He had just recovered from a serious illness, and Zhang Shicheng told him to drink more soup and eat less oil and salt.Yu Wenche hesitated and said, "I've got nothing left, since you want to drink, let them have another drink."

"No need, I'll just drink a little." Chen Wangzhi said.Yu Wenche held his breath, and handed the cup to him. Chen Wangzhi stuck out his tongue and dipped it, "...it's sweet."

"You can add sugar and salt."

"What did you eat?"

Yu Wenche lowered his head, "This? This is Naipizi, you are not used to it."

Chen Wangzhi rubbed his lower abdomen, "Is it sweet?" He didn't care about this small gesture, but in Yu Wenche's eyes, it was dazzling. "Stomach pain?" he asked, and his tone couldn't help changing. Chen Wangzhi raised his head, saw his expression was hesitant, and quickly said, "I don't eat your milk. You eat yours, and I eat mine."

Yu Wenche said, "If you want to eat, it's okay to give you all."

Chen Wangzhi shook his head and said timidly, "Did I say something wrong?"

"You're right." Yu Wenche lost his appetite, "I'm full, I have to go back first. It's cold at night, so you should rest. I'll come to see you when I'm free."

"Are you leaving?" Chen Wangzhi lowered his eyes in disappointment, "You won't talk to me anymore?"

"I—" Yu Wenche walked over and touched his shoulder, feeling more and more sour in his heart, "Next time, next time, I will accompany you more."

With no stars and no moon, the dark Taicheng is like a giant beast lurking at night.

Yu Wenche returned to the Tai Chi Hall with his thoughts in mind.Cheng Qing lit the lantern and said nothing.A new layer of snowflakes had accumulated on the white railing, Yu Wenche stood in the wind, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

The first time I saw Chen Wangzhi was also on such a snowy winter day.

Yu Wenche was brought into the Tai Chi Hall, and led his Xiliang envoys to press down his head forcefully.The monarch of Qi State, Chen Xuan, was aloof. He had a mean and ungrateful face, flushed cheekbones, and a sparse beard under his chin, which added a bit of irony.His voice was hoarse, Yu Wenche couldn't understand what he said, he gritted his teeth and stiffened his neck, finally raised his head.

Chen Xuan waved his hand casually, as if dealing with an unsatisfactory tribute.Yu Wenche was staggered and dragged out of the Tai Chi Hall again. At this moment, he saw a thin figure kneeling in the snow outside the hall.It was a boy, about the same age as him, about ten years old, with blue clothes, the hem of which was shivering in the cold wind.Although his lips are black and blue from the cold, he has a stubborn expression, firm eyes, and a straight back.

The wind swirled, messing up the boy's hair.The black hair covered his face like an unyielding banner.Yu Wenche found out later that the boy was Su Wang Chen Wangzhi, the ninth and youngest son of Chen Xuan.He "disobeyed" his father because of a trivial matter, so he was punished and knelt in the snow for almost a whole day.

Chen Xuan hated Chen Wangzhi, and he didn't even hide it.

"Mr. Zhang, please come tomorrow." After leaving this sentence, Yu Wenche turned around and walked into the Tai Chi Hall without looking back.

In the afternoon of the second day, Zhang Shicheng braved the snow and entered the palace.

Yu Wenche stayed up almost all night, and just before dawn, Fang took a nap.There was that milk skin in the breakfast, he took a piece and put it in the hot milk tea, suddenly the movement of Chen Wangzhi stroking his lower abdomen flashed in front of his eyes, and his heart suddenly ached.

"...Your Majesty." Cheng Qing said softly, "Mr. Zhang is here."

"Mr. Zhang." Yu Wenche put down the "Tao Te Ching" in his hand, and forced a smile, "I couldn't sleep for days, I was tired of thinking, and I neglected you, sir. Please forgive me."

Zhang Shicheng gave a long salute, and said, "I see the expression on your face, I want to come—"

"I am fine," Yu Wenche said, "I invite Mr. into the palace to ask about his illness."

Zhang Shicheng understood, "He is recovering very well. After careful observation, the madness seems to have been cured. But his amnesia, like madness, is a heart disease."

Yu Wenche said, "In this way, maybe he won't remember it anymore?"

Zhang Shicheng said, "Your Majesty is wise."

Yu Wenche was silent, and suddenly said, "Then ask me, sir, is he still the same person as he was before?"

Zhang Shicheng frowned, "This..." He was speechless, got up and knelt down after a while, and said, "I can't explain clearly, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Please, sir," Yu Wenche smiled wryly, "I, I just had a whim. When I saw him when I was young, he didn't eat sweets, he behaved squarely, and he didn't restrict his words and smiles. But I went to visit him yesterday. Although his appearance has not changed, But he's much more lively."

Zhang Shicheng said, "He has lost his memory, and his personality has changed a bit, but it's not special, special—"

"I understand." Yu Wenche winked at Cheng Qing, and turned around.Chen Wangzhi's identity was sensitive and his physique was special. Zhang Shicheng expected him to ask, so he bowed and waited. Unexpectedly, he waited and waited, but Yu Wenche didn't ask a word. He couldn't help but said in a daze, "Your Majesty?"

Yu Wenche clenched his fists, "Mr. Zhang, you said that although it is rare, there are records of people of both sexes in medical books."

Zhang Shicheng heaved a sigh of relief, "Yes."

Yu Wenche said, "Can the bisexual people recorded in the medical books give birth?"

Chen Wangzhi hugged the brocade quilt and quietly watched the white smoke from the Boshan furnace.

Dong Qi'er held a bowl of medicine, walked in lightly, and said, "The sky has cleared up, why doesn't Your Highness go to see the magpies? There are a lot of magpies outside, chirping."

"Want to drink again?" Chen Wangzhi had a bitter face, "I don't want to drink."

"Mr. Zhang told me that if you don't drink, he will be angry when he comes back." Dong Qi'er comforted softly, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

Chen Wangzhi took the medicine bowl, "I don't know why, but when I saw these soups and medicines, I was a little scared."

"Your Highness thinks too much." Dong Qi'er put a handful of incense into the incense burner, "What's so scary about drinking medicine?"

"You're right." Chen Wangzhi closed his eyes and drank the medicine in one gulp.