Invincible drunk

The days in Prince Ding's Mansion were long and long. On a sunny afternoon, Jinghe played chess against himself with black and white pieces in his hand.

When Huan Lan came in, he saw the prince wearing a black cloak, sitting by the window playing chess leisurely.

...like a person in a painting.

Despite thinking so, Huan Lan never stopped, and said softly: "The weather is getting colder, the prince should pay more attention."

"You're here." The other party seemed to have woken up from the chess game, saw Huan Lan showing his face and smiled and said, "It smells so good."

August cinnamon.

Jinghe used to be weak and could not withstand the scent of flowers, so the osmanthus trees were only planted in a very remote part of the palace. Huan Lan happened to pass by today and smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the distance. forgotten tree.

Although it has been forgotten, the osmanthus tree still stands upright, and the goose-yellow flowers are clustered together, delicate and charming.

Blossoms can be folded straight to be folded, don't wait for no flowers to be empty and fold branches.

Don't wait for no flowers, just break the branches... Huan Lan looked at the flower in his hand, and raised the corners of his lips.

Seeing Jinghe sigh, Huan Lan took out the osmanthus, raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have a vase?"

Jinghe was stunned, just about to call Luluo to get a vase, but seemed to think of something, ignored the unfinished chess game, went to find the key to the storehouse and dragged the person who was still holding the osmanthus out the door.

When he came to the warehouse where the bottles were specially stored, Huan Lan was already dazzled by a pile of real gold, silver, jasper and agate bottles inside, but Jinghe patiently rummaged through the pile of bottles, holding up a white jade bottle for a long time and smiling: "How about this?" ?”

The bottle seemed to be carved from a whole piece of white jade, without any complicated patterns, which made it look extremely clean and pure.

Huan Lan looked at the bottle, nodded in satisfaction, Jing He took him to trim the flower branches, poured clean water, put the bottle of flowers on the window sill, and then nodded in satisfaction.

It was rare for Huan Lan to see Jinghe like this, so he tossed and tumbled with him until the vase was put away, the two breathed out, looked at each other, and laughed.

"My lord has never done this before, and now it looks like it's quite interesting." Jing He stroked the green leaves with a touch of emotion in his tone.

"In the future, the prince's body will become stronger and stronger, so he can do whatever he wants," Huan Lan said with a smile, "After a few days, the osmanthus flowers will bloom more, shake them down to make osmanthus flower sauce, osmanthus flower cake, and make osmanthus flower wine. It's interesting!"

"Really?" Jinghe smiled slightly.

"If the prince doesn't give up, how about being together at that time?" Huan Lan looked at the man who was a little bit emotional and disappointed, and blurted out this sentence in a moment of brain fever.

"Yes." Jing He said lightly, but the joy in his tone was hard to ignore.

I break the branches for you, and comfort you for life.

Jinghe looked at the osmanthus plant on the window sill, and lowered his eyes: This little doctor can always hit the softest part of his heart when he is most caught off guard, so how can he teach himself how to let go?

Why light blue and deep red, it is the best among flowers.

Jinghe couldn't help but think of this poem.

The best among flowers... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly smiled and said: That gentle little doctor is also a breath of fresh air in his dull and lifeless life these years...

Seeing him startled, Huan Lan didn't say much, and turned back to look at the chess game. The black and white pieces were facing each other, and an extremely fierce conflict and confrontation formed in a small game of chess.

Chess is like life, every move is a variable.

Huan Lan didn't know much about chess, so he just glanced at it and turned his eyes away.

Jinghe said with a smile, "Interested?"

Huan Lan shook his head and said with a smile: "I was picked up by my master since I was a child, and I have learned a lot, but chess is the only one, but I can't learn it at all." A few chess books can be used to show off."

Looking at him, Jinghe couldn't help but stepped forward to rub his hair.

The boy's hair was soft and fine, Jing He's hand paused the moment he touched it, and then rubbed it vigorously a few times, until the boy's hair was messy and his complexion turned slightly red before letting go.

In the Wangfu Pool, pieces of red leaves flow with water...

Time passed by so slowly, and before you knew it, it was the day when Qin Zheng led his troops to march.

On that day, the emperor led hundreds of civil and military officials to send millions of troops to the outskirts of the city, and the people of Yandu climbed the high city wall, looking reluctant and proud.

Among the millions of troops, there are their relatives, and among the millions of troops is Yandu's hope!

"My servant will live up to your majesty's expectations, step down Xiliang, and let me show off my national prestige!" Qin Zheng knelt on one knee at the long pavilion ten miles out of the city, his young face full of determination.

"Tail down Xiliang, raise our country's prestige!" The million-strong army roared in the early morning dusk.

What they carry is the full expectation of the people of Dayan, and what they shoulder is the prestige of a country!

They sang: "It is said that Wuyi is in the same robe as the son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. We have the same hatred with the son! Qi said that Wuyi and the son share the same lust. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with the son! How can I say that I have no clothes and I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yuxing division, repair my armored soldiers.  …”

On those young faces, there is still innocence and enthusiasm that is not familiar with the world, and it is these young and fresh lives that protect the well-being and peace of the people.

Huan Lan stood on the city wall, watching the army go away, the wind was blowing on his face, and it hurt sharply.

As long as he thinks that these lives may never come back, he can't help but feel sad...

Because what they want to deal with is Xiliang soldiers...

It was those Xiliang soldiers who looted and exploited the border people every year...

It was those Xiliang soldiers who captured Dayan soldiers and tortured them to death...

It's those Xiliang soldiers who gather together and don't know human relations...

But he just tightened the cloak on his body, turned around and went down the tower.

He couldn't do anything, and he couldn't change anything.

He clearly knew this.

Because the maintenance of a peaceful and prosperous world is always based on blood and bones.

Like the shadow behind the light, it cannot be avoided.

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