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Li Mingzhang went to the backyard with the Jade Bingyao just brought out of the wine cellar.

He and Ji Chang have lived in this peaceful Nanguo courtyard for five years, which is not far from the town - they have a martial arts gym in the city that is not always open, and they only invite people to watch them on weekdays. I just go to the town occasionally when I have free time. The business is not very good, but with the rented land around the village, it is enough for the two of them to live.

Those personal guards of the Hancheng faction have another bodyguard bureau, and the well water on both sides does not interfere with the river water. Over the past five years, Li Mingzhang sometimes even forgets their existence in a trance.

Like - for Hancheng.

Li Mingzhang clearly felt that Han Cheng was like a thorn deeply pierced in his and Ji Chang's hearts - they didn't often mention him, but this kind of deep scar could not be ignored without mentioning it. It keeps spreading and festering in silence, until the injured people are tortured to the point of being hopeless and terminally ill.

He had never seen anyone like that, and he had never thought of anyone like that.

Li Mingzhang sighed, walked through the winding corridors, and stretched out his hand to push open the heavy wooden door.

The spring is picturesque outside the door.

It was a paradise-like existence—of course, this is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers—the plum groves in the yard were full of flowers, and the plum blossoms in clusters were so heavy that the branches couldn’t straighten up, and the lush green grass under the trees was like There is a thick carpet, and a small stream like a jade belt flows through it. The pebbles at the bottom of the stream are round and jade-like, and the stream water rattles in the sun.

Just like the great enlightened world now, the world is peaceful and the people live in peace, which is the prosperity and prosperity that five years ago would not have dared to dream of.

Li Mingzhang had to admit that he couldn't be such a wise monarch.

Standing quietly in the sea of ​​flowers was a straight black figure, with long hair tied up high, and a layer of sadness permeated his whole body.

But his demeanor was not cold, the soft warmth softened the coldness of the black clothes a bit.

Li Mingzhang stepped forward, knocked open two jars of wine, and handed him one.

"You're here," Ji Chang seemed to have just woken up from a dream, turned to smile at him, took a sip of the wine, "this year's taste is better... but it's still not as good as it was back then."

Li Mingzhang smiled wryly: "Anyway, I made it according to the recipe you memorized. If it wasn't for your memory error, it only means that Han Yanqing poured some miraculous medicine into it, so that this jade ice can be brewed to taste like heavenly nectar. Come."

Ji Chang was amused by him, but still looked at the plum tree in front of him with some sense of loss, and reached out to touch a blooming plum blossom.

"Sometimes I wonder if there is any strange magic power in Yan Qing," the young man's bright eyes and brows have been stained by years and experiences—but they don't look old, but show another kind of magic power. Especially attractive charm, "People who know him can never let him go. He is always the strongest among us, but also... the one who is most vulnerable."

Li Mingzhang smiled frankly: "People who are too pure are easily hurt, because there are always many despicable people in this world."

"Just like you and me," Ji Chang continued in a low voice, "Mingzhang, I'm very sad."

Li Mingzhang gently pinned a strand of wind-blown forehead hair behind his head for him, and pulled him into his arms: "Despicable people often live happier and longer lives, you and I are like this, Mo Chuan is like this, in this world People are like that."

"..." Ji Chang leaned on his chest obediently, "I often think about the past these days."

He ignored his lover's arm that suddenly stiffened, and just continued on his own: "If you don't think about some things, you can't really realize what kind of person you are... I often think, didn't I really realize what kind of person I am at that time?" How is Yan Qing?"

"We grew up together, and I have always taken his care for granted. I have always regarded him as my best friend, and he—he regards me as the only relative."

"...Stop it," Li Mingzhang gritted his teeth, wanting to look into his eyes in a panic, "Stop talking about Xiu Ming."

But Ji Chang ignored him: "I deliberately ignored this unequal emotional contribution, and I refused to think about the possibility of some of his inexplicable actions——Ming Zhang, you know I've never been a real fool, maybe sometimes I'm right The problem is viewed in a somewhat simplistic way, but the subtleties of the matter never escape me."

The gentle wind blows over the two of them, and the light fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine is intoxicating.A plum blossom hovered and fell at the feet of the two of them, which was particularly delicate and lovely against the backdrop of the green grass.

It's a pity that the beautiful red plums bloom recklessly and gorgeously in the mild weather of early spring and March in the south, but they are no longer different from the proud snow and frost in the harsh winter of the north.

"When I was young, I liked sleeping with Yan Qing...maybe later on...and I also liked to play some too intimate jokes with him. At that time, he always acted... a little stiff and a little happy, not like the usual His."

Ji Chang laughed at himself: "He is always very attractive like that, so I always tease him unconsciously."

Li Mingzhang was shocked, and looked down at him in disbelief.

"And I know he doesn't have that feeling for me—maybe he thinks he does, but he doesn't."

"And I thought I hadn't fallen in love with anyone, but that's not the case."

"Xiu Ming..." Li Mingzhang let out a trembling breath, feeling his fingertips turn cold.

"It's not love either," Ji Chang frowned, and didn't remind Li Mingzhang that he was pulling his arm too hard, "it's a kind of admiration, a kind of liking, but if someone can break the relationship between us at that time—— If he can deliberately use some actions to convey his feelings like you did at that time, then the subsequent events will be unpredictable."

"……you know?"

"Of course I know," Ji Chang smiled and shook his head, "I've never been a real fool, you know, as I just said."

He gently broke free from Li Mingzhang's embrace, and raised his hand to take a sip of wine: "I'm sorry for him... In my whole life, Ji Xiuming, the person I've been most sorry for is Han Yanqing."

Li Mingzhang felt a little relaxed, but also a little sad.He spurned his petty thoughts, but he had to feel lucky and secretly happy at the same time.

Ji Chang's words reminded him of his past life that had long been buried in his memory, of Ji Chang who was locked in the palace by him, as if he was always looking for something through his eyes, and of those firm beliefs that supported Ji Chang not to collapse and look forward to.

But in the end Ji Chang died to save himself, and at that time his eyes were more understanding and relief than any strong love that made people desperate.

Then he realized that he had never been able to compete with Han Cheng, who seemed to be fighting for nothing, no matter in which aspect.

But in this world, after all, it is not allowed to be indifferent to the world. The world uses despicableness to gain glory, and the noble people sacrifice to the world to provide them with these honors.

And they... are still laughing at the "stupidity" of those people with their own ignorance.

But... at least for now, Ji Chang belongs to him, and they really do love each other.

Ji Chang reached out to catch another falling plum blossom, and turned to smile at him: "He has always liked plum blossoms the most. After I found out, I begged my mother to make him a plum blossom sachet."

"Afterwards, the faint cold fragrance of plum blossoms will always linger on his body."

Ji Chang sighed and leaned back against the plum tree.

Li Mingzhang looked at him quietly, not drinking the wine in his hand.

There was a burst of weeping far away from the courtyard wall, but there was a faint but majestic military song resounding in it - it was not at all like the sound of ordinary people's funeral.

Ji Chang listened intently, his lips moved slightly unconsciously.

Five years ago today, Qin King Hancheng was assassinated to protect the holy driver. The emperor mourned and stopped the court for three days. He ordered all officials to wear sackcloth and be vegetarian for one month.

On the day of King Qin's burial, the capital was silent, and the funeral procession lined up in a long line, stretching all the way from the military camp outside the city to the gate of the palace in the city. There were bursts of mourning and sobbing. Then wept bitterly.

The world is stable, and no one does not remember General Han's contribution.

After that day, the three hundred elite guards of the Han family army disappeared without a trace overnight, but a bodyguard bureau quietly set up, and soon became famous, protecting merchants and travelers traveling from south to north.

The folks call this day "Sacrifice to the Sun". No matter the common people or officials, they don't use sharp weapons, and they only eat whole fruits and vegetables to remember King Qin.

Doubts about the truth of King Qin's death have never been less, but now His Majesty is wise, and the grief and glory behind the general's death can be said to be the ultimate, so the resentment is not too great, only poets and poets sigh and write some impassioned poems handed down from generation to generation .

Mo Chuan didn't care about this - he never bothered to control the direction of public opinion, but the emperor's inaction attitude made some half-believing people change their attitude.

After all, the fact that the general and the emperor have a close friendship is also a lot of folk rumors as a good story.

In some places, the military songs of the Han family army will be played during the Sun Festival, and they will wear military uniforms to facilitate the soldiers to mix in, and wear their proudest clothes to take a look at the current prosperous rivers and mountains on behalf of the general.

The emperor was also extremely tolerant of such actions, and he even decreed to change the national military uniform system to distinguish it, and at the same time prevent Xiaoxiao from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

He did everything he could, which earned him a lot of different support than in the past.

Of course, Ji Chang, who lives in seclusion in the mountains, has nothing to do with Li Mingzhang.

Time will always dilute some things and forget some people. No one knows what the world will say about this period of history after thousands of years. This kind of proud and mournful mind goes to pay homage to their long-lost ancestors.

Probably not.

But at least in some people's lives, these things will always remain vivid colors.

Ji Chang stood up, took the almost untouched wine jar from Li Mingzhang's hand, and hit the wine jar in his own hand hard.

The clear liquor flew out, some splashed on the two of them, and more stained the ground under their feet in a deeper color.

The faint aroma of wine burst out suddenly, even the plum blossoms on the tree were contaminated with the smell, like the alluring red clouds on the cheeks of a beautiful woman after drinking.

Ji Chang smiled, as bright as Han Cheng's favorite.

He took Li Mingzhang's hand, and the two picked up the debris on the ground together, and then walked away hand in hand.

They have to change into their festive clothes, and the team will soon reach the small courtyard.

The clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, revealing a clear ice blue sky.

"Cheers, Yan Qing."

"The world is fine, I'm fine, and Mo Chuan is fine too."

"No matter where you are, you must be very good..."