Jincheng flower hour

When Liu Hong was in the country, he was busy with political affairs, going to bed late and getting up early, either asking political officials or visiting talents in his hometown.Liu Hong is young and promising, a virtuous corporal, and is quite loved by Wu people.

Not long after the state of Wu was settled down, all wastes were prosperous, so Liu Hong had to work so hard. After this wave of busy work, he had been in Wu for a month.

Early in the morning, Liu Hong was reading documents in his study, when he heard the laughter of children outside the courtyard, he put down his books and got up to go out.

Outside the courtyard, I saw a three-year-old child holding a painted wooden cart in his hand. He was running with short legs and arms dangling, laughing as he ran. Right behind the child, Still chasing a simple woman.

"Little son, stop quickly, don't bump into the monarch."

The woman yelled in panic, not thinking about the naughty child, so she didn't pay attention, and didn't stop until her head hit a wall of flesh. He endured the pain and looked up at Liu Hong.

He was short in stature, and hit Liu Hong's leg right on the bone, and it hurt. There were tears in the little guy's eyes, but he didn't cry.When he looked at Liu Hong, he was not afraid at all, his bright black eyes rolled as if he was thinking about something.

"Running so fast, the wooden cart must have broken."

Liu Hong squatted down, picked up the wooden cart that had been broken in two, and handed it to the little boy.He thought that the child would cry when the car broke down, and he didn't want him to grab the wooden car from Liu Hongda's hand, turn around and run towards the woman, chatting with her in a low voice, and sneaking glances at Liu Hong from time to time.

"Little son, call father."

When Chen's wife saw Liu Hong coming, she taught the little boy how to call him. She had taught him a few times before, but he was obviously not used to calling him.

The little boy raised a pair of heroic brows, looked at Liu Hong, lowered his head as if shy, and whispered: "Father."

Liu Hong patted his head and asked him, "Father, can I make you a new wooden cart?"

The little boy smiled and said, "Okay!"

"Come, follow my father out of the palace, and my father will take you to find a craftsman."

Liu Hong coaxed, he took the little boy's hand, and the little boy put his other arm around the wooden cart and followed Liu Hong to leave.The two stepped out of the palace, followed closely by the attendants behind them.

Chen's wife was worried about keeping up, but Liu Hong said no.

After Liu He was picked up in Longyou, he was entrusted to Mr. Chen and his wife in the army to raise him.Two years later, Liu He was three years old, and because he was still young, he came to Wudi together with the Chen couple.

The Chen couple are illiterate and do not understand etiquette. There is not much they can teach Liu He. Liu He needs a gentleman.

Liu Hong hopes that Zhuang Yang will come to him to read and write. Zhuang Yang is gentle and patient, and he is the most suitable.Besides, he also needs to find a reason to invite Zhuang Yang to Wudi.Liu Hong will not have any heirs of his own, so he will raise Liu He as his own son, and also hopes that Liu He can get close to Zhuang Yang.

Liu Hong took Liu He to the market in a carriage, and the father and son enjoyed the prosperity of Guangling City.Liu He was brought up by a cook. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, he never took a car to wander around the lively market.There were many novel and interesting things along the way. Liu He leaned in Liu Hong's arms and smiled cheerfully.

When the King of Wu was on a tour, the passers-by on the street gave way one after another. Liu Hong told his attendants not to drive away the passers-by.He is not a domineering person, nor does he like to disturb the people.Like a great merchant with a luxurious carriage, it was not panic but joy to be seen by the merchants in the bazaar.

The father and son walked around, and naturally there is no workshop for making children's playthings. Such items are not affordable for ordinary people, and they are specially customized for the children of princes and noble families.

"Father, you can stick it well."

Liu He lay on Liu Hong's lap, holding the broken wooden cart with his two fat hands.

"What kind of glue does Ah He want to use?"

Liu Hong thought it was funny, but he couldn't buy his favorite things, so the child didn't cry or make trouble, but was trying to find a way.

"The black one scraped off from a tree...the kind that will stick to your hands when you touch it."

Liu He didn't know what that kind was called, but he had seen others use it to glue cracked bowls.

"Son of the king, there is no need to use repaired utensils. There will be a new car, which is more beautiful than this one."

Liu Hong said with a smile, he lifted the child and put it on his lap so that the carriage would not bump and hurt him.

"Father, when will I get a new car?"

"In a few days."

A few days later, Liu He was playing in Liu Hong's study with a bigger and more luxurious float, while Liu Hong was at his desk approving documents, and he would look up at his son from time to time.

After getting along day and night these days, Liu He still clamored to find Liu Hong at night, so the father and son slept next to each other.The little Liu He was held by Liu Hong's arms by his side, sleeping on his back.

Liu He was pushing the float, and was very involved in playing alone. Liu Hong looked at him several times, but he didn't notice it until the officials came in to report Liu Hong's arrival. Liu Hong stood up in surprise and almost overturned the wooden case. Only then did He raise his head in bewilderment, and look at his father.

But my father didn't notice him, and rushed out of the hall like the wind.Liu He held his chin in thought, but he wasn't thinking about anything, and then went to fiddle with his float.

Knowing that Zhuang Yang was willing to come, Liu Hong prepared Zhuang Yang's residence and servants early on. At the same time, Liu Hong also made many arrangements in the palace where he lived.Flowers and plants were planted in the garden, and the vulgar decorations in the original King Wu's bedroom were removed, and replaced with an elegant style.

Without it, Jiro likes it.

The private house prepared by Liu Hong for Zhuang Yang is outside the palace city, a quiet place, Zhuang Yang can live in the palace city or outside the palace city.Or sleep here for a few days, and sleep there for a few days. Of course, Liu Hong naturally hopes that Zhuang Yang will sleep next to him every night.

Outside the main hall, Liu Hong saw Zhuang Yang approaching slowly.On this day, the sun in the imperial garden was bright, and the lotus was swaying in the wind. The handsome man who came from Sichuan, dressed in plain robes, arrived elegantly.The young and handsome king, with nine pearls on his head fluttering in the wind, and a black uniform, stared at the person in front of him, with a smile on his face, and affectionately called him: "Erlang."

It was the first time for Zhuang Yang to see Liu Hong dressed as a king, and he was a little surprised by this man who was as solemn as a temple and as noble as a jade.For a moment, he almost couldn't recognize that it was his Hiroshi, until a familiar smile appeared on his handsome face, and he called him with an intimate and deep voice.

In the royal garden, the followers were dismissed by Liu Hong, and among the white lotus and green bamboo, there were only two of them, one black and one white embracing each other.Liu Hong hugged Zhuang Yang tightly, with tears in his eyes, which were blown away by the wind.Zhuang Yang leaned against Liu Hong's chest, listening to the beating sound in his chest, he murmured two words: "Ah Hong...".

Liu He stayed bored in the study, his float was thrown on the ground, he lay on the desk, stretched out his arms to grab the documents on the desk, and accidentally pushed a few bundles of silk books to the ground.Liu He secretly glanced at the door, but didn't see the tall and majestic figure of his father. He opened his five claws and patted his chest.In his little head, he wanted to pick it up. My father said that these books should not be touched.Liu He squatted down, trying to get under the wooden case to pick up something, when suddenly he heard footsteps, he panicked, raised his head violently, and bumped into the rough corner of the wooden case, his face blushed, and he just I almost cried, it hurt so much.

"Ah He, come here to see Mr.

When Liu Hong came in and saw him kneeling on the ground, he thought he was playing, but when he saw the expression on his face, he was about to cry.

"what happened?"

Liu Hong went over to ask him, Liu He touched his head and choked up, "Father, it hurts so much." He got up from the ground and threw himself into Liu Hong's arms.

Liu Hong put his arms around him, comforting him.

Zhuang Yang stood aside and watched. He saw the messy desk, the silk books that had fallen on the floor, and the child lying under the wooden desk just now. He immediately understood what was going on, this kid was quite naughty .

Looking at how Liu Hong treats him, he really loves him like his own. Seeing how close their father and son are, Zhuang Yang smiled softly. This is the first time he has seen Liu Hong's fatherly side.

Not long after, Liu He laughed through his tears, and Liu Hong pulled Liu He to Zhuang Yang.Liu He stared at Zhuang Yang with his round and bright eyes, he looked unfamiliar but curious.

"Come on, Ah He, and see you sir."

"See you sir."

Liu He bowed obediently, his salutation was quite standard, obviously someone had taught him.

In fact, the person teaching is none other than Liu Hong.

"Little boy, get up."

Zhuang Yang helped him up, and found that he was really a small person, he should be only three years old.The child has good facial features and is not shy. He looks straight at Zhuang Yang with curious eyes.Zhuang Yang thought, even though he was so close to Ah Hong, he could get along with him if he wanted to.

Three years old is still young, but he can also be taught. Teach him to write and recite poems.

As far as Liu He is concerned, he still doesn't know why there are more gentlemen suddenly, but he still plays happily, although there are always some times every day, he has to sit in front of the wooden desk and write, and he also has to recite some unknown meanings. verse.

However, my husband is very gentle, and he is willing to follow him to read and write.

As far as Liu He was concerned, he didn't know why he couldn't sleep with his father suddenly. The adoptive mother who took care of him said that because he grew up, he had to sleep alone.But Liu He felt that he was still young.

Every late night, Zhuang Yang would be kept in the dormitory by Liu Hong, and it was still the same tonight.Zhuang Yang leaned on Liu Hong's shoulder, looking at the heavy curtains flapping in the wind, a firefly strayed into the room in the darkness, flashing a small light, flying around.

The curtain brought a gentle breeze, blowing away the sweat on Zhuang Yang's back, leaving a trace of coolness on his smooth back.The two were stuck together, dripping with sweat, but they didn't want to separate.Zhuang Yang touched the hair beside Liu Hong's ear with his fingers, Liu Hong raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes looked at Zhuang Yang, fascinated, his beautiful lips raised and moved, and he said something in Zhuang Yang's ear, Zhuang Yang Yang gently bowed his head and kissed him gently.

A strong wind suddenly slapped the curtains, and the night wind lingered into the tents, drying their damp hair and carrying away the sweat drops from their foreheads.It was so comfortable and cozy that the two hugged each other and fell asleep with smiles on their lips.

In this dream, the brook is gurgling, and the red leaves are flying; in this dream, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the camellias are gorgeous.

In the morning light, the wind on the riverside caresses the soft reeds. The young man who shoots the bow on the west bank puts his bow away, and seems to be aware of it. A man in a fluttering white robe stands behind a cluster of blue irises, and the two stare at each other affectionately.

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