Ruthless debt

Two months later, the inner hall.

An elderly servant led the seeker into the hall according to the order, and after the salutation, Qian Che pushed back a group of maids and waiters, and only walked down the hall when only he and Zuo Qi were left in the hall .Standing condescendingly for a while, seeing that he kept bowing his head in silence, he helped him up: "Why did you come here today?"

Zuo Qi bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty has not summoned the minister, and the minister dare not face the saint rashly."

He frowned and said, "I didn't call you today, why are you here again?"

"..."

Qian Che sighed softly, turned around and said, "It's been like this with everyone in the past two months, unexpectedly you are the same as others."

Zuo Qi still didn't answer, Qian Che said again: "There should be no distinction between you and me as a monarch or a minister, can you still call me Ah Che as usual?"

Lifting his face, his originally stiff face eased a little, and it took him a while to nod his head: "Ache."

Qian Che immediately turned around, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the smile on his face couldn't be more obvious, then he grabbed his wrist and went up to the hall, until he reached the desk, and pushed him down on the chair again.

Noticing that Zuo Qi's body was stiff, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sit next to me, I have something to say to you after reading these memorials and credentials."

Zuo Qi moved aside to free up half of the dragon chair, and then he lifted the corner of his robe and sat down.

Various memorials were piled up like a mountain on the desk, and Cheng Licheng, who had finished reviewing them, put them aside. There were several letters of credence stamped with the seals of various countries on his left, some of which had been spread out and some had not yet been opened.Zuo Qi didn't dare to read carefully what was written on it, so he only glanced at it briefly, and then he focused on how he blended and reviewed it.I saw him sometimes frowning and meditating, sometimes dipping his pen in the ink, sometimes he seemed to think of something again, and he raised his eyebrows and wrote quickly. Such a serious expression was rarely seen on his face.

It turns out...that's how he came here for the past two months.

Zuo Qi looked at it quietly for a while, and saw that there was not much red ink left in the inkstone, so he stood up and picked up a small piece of vermilion stone, holding it flat and grinding it in circles, the new ink mixed with the old ink, like sticky blood , then add a little water, it will become more and more bright.

Qian Che said without raising his head: "It is better to use less water than to add more water. When the ink is thick, you can add more, and when the ink is weak, you have to grind it again."

Zuo Qi stopped his hands: "With such experience, does it mean that the ruler of a country needs to do such trivial things as ink research?"

Qian Che curled his lips and said: "No, the father-in-law who accompanied the night is too young and usually likes to take a nap. Every time I wake him up, he will either say that he deserves death or beg me to spare his life. I am tired of hearing it and don't bother Tell him, so I can do it myself." After finishing speaking, he put down the pen.

He got up and stretched his muscles a little, walked back and forth by the chair for a few steps, saw Zuo Qi was in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"The father-in-law who stays with you at night knows how tired you are, so why don't you get tired?" Zuo Qi was startled, he had already expressed what he had just thought in his mind, and seeing the inexplicable look in the other party's eyes, he felt in his heart Can not help but feel a little annoyed.

For this reason, he didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked outside the hall. Seeing that it was about time to light the lamps, he changed the topic and said to him: "The night looks good today. If you don't hurry back, you can go back with me." How about I walk around?"

Zuo Qi didn't think about it: "Okay."

Seeing that Qian Che had left the hall, several servants were going to follow him, but unexpectedly they retreated with a wave of his sleeves.

The dark red afterglow fell on the shoulders of the two of them. They walked one after the other on the corridor. They didn't seem like a monarch and a minister, but like brothers of ordinary people. It was just after dinner, and they were walking and chatting. homely.

He didn't say where he was going, just wandered around casually, and occasionally a few eunuchs and maids would kneel down and salute when they passed by, and Qian Che would call out at this time: "Go down, it's none of your business." It is said that the familiar person beside him is so considerate even to a slave, he could have ignored it originally.

Suddenly, Qian Che opened his mouth and said: "All the small countries in Mobei have been controlled by Mu Xuanqing. It is said that his current army is several times that of before he succeeded to the throne. If he continues to develop like this, within half a year he will have all the troops under his control." Stretching to the south, when its flames will rage, all countries in the four directions will be persecuted by it. A few days ago, I sent envoys to the neighboring countries to find out whether the leaders of the countries intend to join me in the crusade against Mu Xuanqing. Most of the people I agree with agree with each other. Unexpectedly, all countries have reached an agreement on this matter. They just wait for our country to send troops and then join them one by one on the Mobei Road. I roughly estimate that there are at least 20 allied forces from various countries. "

Zuo Qi pondered for a while, and said behind him: "A marching expedition, not to mention laboring people and money, and traveling for thousands of miles, but the lack of soldiers and vehicles is a taboo for marching. It’s not about who is few and who is more, if you decide to take the initiative, you have to consider these pros and cons in advance.”

Qian Che paused: "Of course I understand this, but it is inevitable that all living beings will be involved in this battle. Instead of sitting and watching his arrogance rise day by day, it is better to take this opportunity to fight him... I think You don't understand, it's not because of my determination, if I'm alone, how can I respond to everyone? Mu Xuanqing's heart of jackals is well known in the world, I'm just a grass-headed emperor, and I'll take the first shot. .”

Hearing that the "true man" compared himself to the "grass-headed emperor", Zuo Qi couldn't help chuckling and said, "Oh... when will the new lord of Qu Country become the grass-headed emperor again?"

Qian Che turned his head and continued to walk forward, saying as he walked: "That's all I said, why bother to take my fault, and I have to repeat that sentence just now, between you and me, this There should be no distinction between monarchs and ministers."

"There is no distinction between monarchs and ministers, why do you say that?"

Walking to the garden at the back of the Prince's Palace, seeing the camellias blooming like a raging fire, he casually picked up a petal.Qian Che handed it to the tip of his nose, only to smell a burst of fragrance, the Zhaodianhong under his hand was planted by him and Zuo Qi back then.

He smiled: "Ask the question knowingly." He said in his heart: After talking for so long, why don't you call me Your Majesty, it will make you confused.

Zuo Qi didn't answer any more, just enjoying the old scene in his memory together with him.

Since Qian Che left, the lord of the country has not appointed a new crown prince, so the crown prince hall has always been empty.Someone must have been taking good care of it all the time. I saw that the gates, courtyards, eaves, beams and pillars were all cleaned spotlessly, and the vegetation in the garden was often pruned, especially the dozens of camellias, which were as white as snow and spotless. Purple is enchanting and eye-catching, yellow is fragrant and fragrant, but Zhaodian red, which is most loved by Qian Che, is the most outstanding, like blood-stained.

Qian Che carefully looked at the camellia plant next to his hand, it was slightly smaller than its branches, and then remembered the reason: "I don't know who looked down on it back then, when I left the house early in the morning, I saw that most of the branches and leaves were broken. It survived, this is what you and I planted together back then."

Zuo Qi felt faint, he didn't realize that his ears were getting hot, but luckily he didn't see it in the dark, he hurriedly replied: "It must be someone who is in a bad mood and finds things to vent his anger. It's only because it is the most eye-catching, otherwise why not?" Fold other and only fold it?"

Qian Che just smiled and didn't answer. Not long after, he saw someone coming into the hospital to light the lamp. Qian Che wanted to go to the original study, so he ordered the servant to give him the lamp, and then sent him away again. .

Entering the study room, I saw that the furnishings in the room had not been moved at all, even the history books I was reading that year were still on the table, and the last few pages had been turned.Qian Che stepped forward and read a few paragraphs, only to feel that the words and sentences that were obscure and difficult to understand in the past are now familiar at a glance, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth to read other books.

I picked up the university letter and flipped through a few pages. I wanted to turn to Ji's No. 16, but unexpectedly, something fell out of the book.He couldn't remember what was in the book at that time, so he hurriedly moved closer to the lamp to take a closer look. It was a letter, and on the envelope was obviously his early handwriting, which said 'Passed by Zuo Qi'.

It was actually the letter he wrote to Zuo Qi on the eve of going to Shuo country that year. He wrote it in the middle of the night, until finally he couldn't send the letter, so it got caught in the pages of the book.

Seeing him stunned for a long time, Zuo Qi came forward curiously, intending to snatch the letter and read it, unexpectedly Qian Che was quicker than him.He hurriedly hid the letter behind his back: "Do you want to read the love poems written by others?"

Zuo Qi saw that his serious face seemed serious, one hand was hanging in the air, he didn't know what to do, his heart was depressed for a while, he drooped his eyelids secretly, and then he took his hand back.

Qian Che put the letter in the prison properly, and accidentally saw a small package on the beam of the room.It's just that a corner was exposed, and after thinking about it for a while, I remembered what it was, so I hurriedly stepped on the ground, and flew up to the beam of the house.

He took off the package, and then shook the dust on it. It contained a book of unofficial history, and the corners of the book cover had been worn white.I saw "Huangliang is a dream, like a dream but not a dream" written in black on a blue background. The author of the book is Dai Shu.

Qian Che raised the book in his hand, and said proudly: "Don't say you can't remember the contents, the cover of the book was worn out when I got it from you."

How could he not remember the contents, this book is the first wild history he has ever read, and it is precisely because he likes the stories in it so much that he reads it again and again. The words and sentences, and the plot of the story is lingering and heart-stirring, which is much more interesting than the Four Books of Analects.When Zuo Qiyin remembered the content, his powder-like face added a bit of crimson, and he concealed it: "It's been many years, I can't remember it clearly."

Qian Che was not in a hurry to expose him, but just put down the unofficial history in his hands, and walked to the side couch holding the lamp.

The lamp was placed on the ebony flat-topped table beside the couch, because the candle was still flickering because it was shaken a while ago.When Zuo Qi was thinking about what he wanted to do again, he suddenly felt his wrist was pulled away by a brute force, he was dizzy for a while, and fell into a familiar embrace in an instant.

The man turned over and pressed himself on the couch, with his chest pressed against his chest only through several layers of clothes. The other person's heart was beating violently and quickly, each time becoming more sonorous and powerful.Zuo Qi looked at him with some surprise, under the shadowy candlelight, there was a sharp-edged face, and the shadows under the eyelids and nose made him look more mature.

I don't know when he has transformed into this appearance.

Such intimate actions were already used to, but after that night in the desert, the two of them seemed to keep a distance from each other tacitly, and no one mentioned it, as if it had never happened.

Zuo Qi's eyebrows are very similar to his father's, they are all half-curved Xingyue eyebrows.If this eyebrow shape is born on a woman's face, it is normal, but if it is born on a man's face, it will inevitably add a bit of femininity.It's just that Zuo Qi has paired sleeping phoenix eyes, his eyebrows and eyes are so close together, and he usually doesn't speak much, which makes people feel that he is a calm and gentle person.

Qian Che caressed the tip of his eyebrows, and said in his mouth: "The origin is called independence, and the original name is Qingcheng, with willow leaves between the eyebrows, and peach blossoms on the face..."

The person below immediately frowned, and refused: "What are you crazy about, you should see clearly first, I am not your concubine in the harem."

Qian Che said suspiciously: "Of course I know who you are, otherwise who do you think I'm talking about?" After finishing speaking, he stretched his hand along the skirt of his clothes and wandered away for a while.

Zuo Qi's neck was red: "Now in the palace, if you are really depressed, someone will relieve you, why bother to find me again."

He laughed and said, "The late emperor's funeral is just over, so it's not suitable for lecherous pleasure."

"It's not suitable for sexual pleasure, so what are you doing now?" There was another tug, Zuo Qi's collar was half open, and the waistband couldn't bear the force, and now he was thrown under the couch.

"Ask knowingly." After saying that, he kissed his neck.

Zuo Qi only felt a shiver all over his body, and his strength was no longer enough to push him, so he could only shout with all his strength: "Qian Che, let me go..."

"It's all in this situation, how can I let it go?"

"I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

Qian Che stopped his movements, raised his face and looked at him blankly, and then said in a very ordinary tone: "Of course I do this because I like you."

Zuo Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in a low voice, "Hi... like it?"

"Yes, I like it."