I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Until late at night, the restaurant was about to close, and the shopkeeper came to the case in person to persuade customers.

The little ancestor of the Xiangfu was already drunk and passed out, but this young man in purple still had eyes like autumn water and brows like spring mountains, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of drunkenness.Naturally, the shopkeeper saluted Ying Zheng and politely persuaded him to leave.

After a while, people from the government will inspect the streets and enforce the curfew, but the shopkeeper dare not commit crimes against the wind.

Yingzheng understood, Zhang Liang probably couldn't wake up, and gave the shopkeeper a gold or two: "Let him stay here overnight, take good care of him."

It wasn't the first time that Zhang Liang slept with Xiangguo before when he quarreled with Xiangguo. The shopkeeper was used to it, and was about to refuse, but the young man in purple raised his hand, signaling that he didn't have to refuse.

This young man is obviously not very old, but he has a natural nobility in his gestures. The shopkeeper dared not say more, so he hurriedly got up to see off the guests, and lit a lamp for him.

Ying Zheng took the light and walked out of the restaurant. There was no light in the deep alley, only the light in his hand, faint like a firefly, which could be extinguished by the wind.

The shopkeeper was not at ease: "Let the buddy take you back?"

Ying Zheng smiled softly: "No need."

He carried a lamp and walked into the darkness, his narrow-sleeved long robe was billowed in the wind, and the flickering candles illuminated half of the blowing robe and a slender white hand.

The shopkeeper watched the faint light of fire go away, and turned around with some anxiety, intending to pack up the things in the store with the staff, and then suddenly saw Zhang Liang standing next to him, looking at the end of the alley.

The boss was taken aback, and was about to speak when Zhang Liang stopped him with a gesture of silence.The boy in red shook his head secretively, blinked his eyes, "I'm going to bed, what a dream."

The shopkeeper was at a loss, but this guy is now a cash cow, so he nodded and bowed and said, "Good dream, good dream."

Zhang Liang took his wine jar to the utility room on the second floor. The room was filled with all kinds of things, and a small tight bed was barely crammed into it. Zhang Liang fell on it and hummed a love song by Zheng Feng , Thinking back to Wei Ru's every word and deed in his mind.

What is this person trying to do?Never just come to make friends.People have nothing to gain.Zhang Liang carefully calculated the available places on his body, he was not good at picking up girls, he was not good at fighting, he had no official position, he was poor, but he was quite handsome... Well, this guy who even slept with the King of Qin shouldn't care about himself.So why?

Countless possibilities flashed through Zhang Liang's mind, but he was not sure.He couldn't see through this person. It wasn't that the other party was hiding too deeply, but it was too obvious that he didn't even bother to cover up.So much so that Zhang Liang tried to spy on his words and deeds, but all he could do was to no avail.

There is a saying that great wisdom is like stupidity, and great ingenuity is like clumsiness.Excessive confession is another kind of concealment.

"Forget it! Never mind him!" Zhang Liang rolled half a circle on the couch with a thin blanket, and stopped thinking about these bad things, he almost couldn't take care of himself.

He blew out the small oil lamp on the desk, and the room was plunged into darkness.And outside the window, on a pavilion not far away with a wide view, the young man in purple stood on the corridor, blew out the candle in his hand, turned and entered the room.

He closed the door, put the lampstand that was still emitting green smoke on the table, and unfolded the silk book that had been placed beside it for a long time.

It's in Zhao Zheng's handwriting, only two words, "An No."There is also a trace of ink dripping down on the word An, soaking the silk.

Ying Zheng picked up his pen and replied, "Well, I want to write something else, but I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't talk about it."When he came back to his senses, the nib in the air had not been writing for a long time, and the ink dripped down, leaving another ink stain on the silk.

Long time no book.Thousands of words and words, finally put pen to paper.

Ying Zheng could imagine Zhao Zheng writing these two words after being absent-minded for a long time in Xianyang Palace thousands of miles away.

In fact, it has only been half a month, not too long. Before leaving, he repeatedly asked Zhao Zheng not to communicate with him. However, when he returned to his residence tonight, he was actually a little happy to see the silk book on the case. .

I don't know what I'm happy about.

Ying Zheng picked up a pen, thought for a while, and decided to follow his heart, and wrote another line next to "Anno".

It's been more than half a month since I left, I really miss it.

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The next day, a letter from South Korea's Xinzheng was delivered to the King of Qin, just in time for the court meeting. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were arguing about how to arrange the Korean clan and ministers after the attack on Korea. When the letter arrived, the official made a loud noise. Just cover all the sounds.

Everyone looked at the messenger.

The messenger carried a small bamboo tube to His Highness, and the servant took the letter tube, carefully took out the silk, and presented it to the King of Qin.

All the courtiers thought that there was no war recently, so where did the letter come from so important, and it was sent directly to the hall?

Then they watched helplessly as the usually aloof and reticent king unfolded the silk scroll and closed it again with a flick of a brush, a thin layer of blush evidently appeared on his cheeks.

Courtiers:?

Changping Jun secretly poked and pushed Li Si: "What's wrong with your lord? Could something have happened?"

Li Si avoided his sight: "What could happen, my lord..."

As he spoke, he stroked the sides of his neck: "Excited."

Mr. Changping:? ? ?

Mr. Changping: "How can someone as cold as your king be excited..."

Li Si looked at the courtiers who came over to eavesdrop while looking at the sky: "..."

Xiangbang, can your voice be louder?

Zhao Zheng on the throne naturally also heard Changping Jun's words. He scanned the audience, and his tone was rare: "If there is anything, we will discuss it tomorrow. If you feel a little uncomfortable, please step back."

The courtiers couldn't help but look at the king one more time, suppressed their gossip and left the hall in response.

Only Mr. Changping looked back reluctantly, and then he was glared fiercely by the king.

Mr. Changping: "..."

slip away.

Everyone dispersed, Zhao Zhengcai unfolded the silk again, and smiled slightly, the smile came directly to the bottom of his eyes, as if the pond water in March was stained with a peach blossom color.

It's been more than half a month since I left, I really miss it.

I miss it very much.

Zhao Zheng put away the silk, started playing the book vigorously, and said to the servant next to him, "Go and tell the young mansion that the widow has a dream from a real person. After three days, I will fast for ten days, and no one will be seen."

Waiter: "..."

This is what to do, the excuse is too rough, my lord...

South Korea, Xinzheng.

Ever since Zhang Liang arrived at Yingzheng's residence and saw the many books he brought, he stayed in the bookstore on the third floor, soaking in the pile of books all day long, and almost dipped his ink in sauce when he ate. .

Ying Zheng vacated a place for him in the Book Pavilion to put a couch, and Zhang Liang lived in it like a hamster.

That night, Zhang Liang finished reading "Long and Short Classics". He felt a little sorry for eating, drinking, and reading. He ran to the second floor and asked Ying Zheng: "Mr. Wei, is there anything you need me to do?" ? I can do anything!"

Ying Zheng was sitting by the window cooking tea. In the moonlight, he put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Liang who suddenly realized his conscience: "Have you finished reading the book?"

Zhang Liang shook his head like a wave: "No! I just feel a little embarrassed! Usually, I can accept it brazenly if you invite me to eat and drink, but not for books! I'm ashamed to read these books if I don't repay you! So, give me Do something!"

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Then what will you do?"

"Cooking, doing laundry, picking up girls...ah no, make, make tea!"

Ying Zheng still smiled: "Then let's cook."

"Okay! Then I will continue..."

Zhang Liang was suddenly stunned before finishing the word "reading".

Ying Zheng followed his gaze and saw a man in black floated down on the corridor outside the window.

Apparently, the man in black didn't expect Zhang Liang to be here, and stayed there for a moment.

He is Qin Wang's secret guard who was ordered to deliver a letter to Lord Chang'an, and he has received strict training. If the letter was not urgent, he would not be so careless.

Thinking of the order he had received before, before everyone could react, he immediately drew out the sword in his sleeve and swiped at Ying Zheng.

This sword looked domineering, but in fact it had no killing intent, it was more like some kind of reminder.Ying Zheng dodged slightly, and he stepped back in front of Zhang Liang, pushing Zhang Liang out of the door. Zhang Liang was shocked: "This is an assassin, Mr. Wei! I want to stay with you!"

Ying Zheng threw him a "I know martial arts" and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Liang: "..."

The sound of things collapsing and breaking came from inside the door. Zhang Liang was terrified and wanted to rush in to save people, but it was locked inside, so he had no choice but to slap wildly: "Young Master Wei! I pray for you! Blessings! I just said that King Qin will definitely send someone to kill you, don't let anything happen to you!"

Indoors, Ying Zheng kicked over a vase while walking, looking coldly at the secret guards who were making fighting noises.

This scene was inexplicably funny, but neither of the two parties could laugh.

After all, being bumped into by Zhang Liang, there is no other better choice than pretending to be an assassin.

Outside, Zhang Liang was cheering for him in various ways. Of course, Ying Zheng didn't think that Zhang Liang was really praying for him. His voice was low and cold: "King Qin's secret guard, is that what you did?"

The secret guard broke out in cold sweat and said: "This minister deserves death, but this letter, the king rushed to send it to Lord Chang'an. If this minister is careless, he will go back and ask for death."

Ying Zheng took the letter from him and put it in his sleeve, but he didn't have time to read it. After a little thought, the most urgent task was to dispel Zhang Liang's suspicion.He knew that Zhang Liang seemed to be friendly with him recently, but in fact he was always trying to be wary. Moreover, Zhang Liang had vaguely guessed that he and Zhao Zheng were playing a show.

The appearance of the secret guard may not only make him sure what he thinks in his heart, but also completely eliminate his doubts, it depends on whether he can make good use of it.He said coldly: "Stab me with a sword."

The secret guard broke out in a cold sweat suddenly: "Mr. Chang'an?"

These secret guards are directly under the command of the King of Qin, and the King of Qin has ordered that once they are bumped into by Zhang Liang or Han Fei while delivering the letter, they must pretend to be the assassins who assassinate Lord Chang'an. Trust, you can properly hurt Mr. Chang'an.

However, King Qin was very reluctant about the last condition.Thinking about it, it should be the meaning of Mr. Changan himself.

However, the secret guard still didn't dare. He felt that with the importance that King Qin attached to Lord Chang'an, if he stabbed him here, he would be chopped into pieces by King Qin when he turned around.

"That's all." Seeing that he didn't dare, Ying Zheng did it himself. He drew a line on his arm with the secret guard's sleeve sword, and without blinking, he immediately threw the sword: "Come here!" .”

The secret guard crawled over on his knees, and Ying Zheng whispered something in his ear. He looked at the blood splattering on the ground, and nodded in a daze: "Yes, yes..."

Outside the door, Zhang Liang was tired of shouting, he weighed the scriptures in his hand, and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

Still playing?Could it be that they are discussing something?Just when this idea just popped up, the door in front of him was suddenly split open by a cold sword light.

Zhang Liang jumped back in fright, and leaned against the wall of the corridor, watching helplessly as the door fell down, and the assassin rushed out with a sword, as if he felt that Zhang Liang was blocking the way, and raised his hand to strike the sword cut off.

Zhang Liangwen is a weak scholar who has nothing to do with Wu characters, he hurriedly hugged his head and said: "Help! Mr. Wei!"

Almost at the same time, a thin arrow flew out from the room and hit the back of the assassin.The assassin let out a muffled snort, the arrow was obviously poisoned, and the assassin only had time to spit out a mouthful of black blood before falling to the ground and not moving.

Indoors, Ying Zheng could barely hold back his hands, and under his wide sleeves was an exquisite mechanism with arrows in his sleeves.

He coughed lightly: "It's okay."

Zhang Liang raised his head in a daze, only to see that the things in the room were toppled and shattered, the walls were criss-crossed with sword marks, and a few thin arrows were nailed, just like the ones on the assassin's body.

Then there were bloodstains scattered everywhere, and a large scarlet was wiped out on the ground.

Zhang Liang's face was suddenly indescribable.

Before, he suspected that Wei Ru deliberately broke with King Qin and came to him to win him and Han Fei. Now he just wants to slap himself. If this scene can be faked, he will kneel down to this master!

Zhang Liang hurriedly ran over, seeing the blood on Ying Zheng's sleeves, he panicked, "You...I'll take you to the clinic!"

Ying Zheng pointed to a cabinet, "There are wound medicines there."

"Yes, yes, yes... bandage it first!"

Zhang Liang hurriedly rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

Late at night, Ying Zheng and Zhang Liang walked along the long street to the medical clinic.

Zhang Liang stretched out his hand worriedly: "You really don't need to help Mr. Wei?"

Even after losing so much blood, he could still walk so steadily, he also knelt down!

"No need." Ying Zheng was actually dizzy, but fortunately the bleeding stopped temporarily after bandaging, so he avoided Zhang Liang's support, "I'm fine."

Zhang Liang still supported him, "No, no, I'm not at ease, so what, Mr. Wei, to be honest with you, I had a little suspicion that you were called by King Qin."

Ying Zheng said, "I really want to win you and Han Fei over for him."

He is in danger.Talking to a clever little ghost like Zhang Liang, honesty will make him unable to find any flaws, and the more you hide it from him, the more you will push him away.

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know if it was real or fake: "Ah? He's been chasing and killing you like this, and you're still trying to win him over?"

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in." Ying Zheng gathered his black cloak with his uninjured hand, blocking the evening wind that came at night. He looked at Zhang Liang and said sincerely: "The North Korean court The church cannot display your talents. In a world of great controversy, talents come forth in large numbers. Not to mention Han Fei, but to you, Zhang Liang, are you willing to be buried in Korea like this? If a person like you meets the Ming Lord, he will surely be left in history Fame will be engraved forever."

Zhang Liang's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he laughed dryly: "You're flattering me, how can I be capable. I'm just a foodie and a drinker..."

Having said that, he suddenly became silent and remembered a story.This story is still read from his article on Han Fei.

He Shi, a man of Chu, got a piece of uncut jade in the mountains and dedicated it to the two kings of Chu. However, they were judged to be ordinary stones by the jade hunters.The king of Chu cut off He's feet in anger, until King Wen came to the throne, and He was holding his uncut jade under the Chu Mountain and weeping until he wept blood. After hearing about it, King Wen asked him why he was so sad?

At this moment, a deep voice came from my ear: "There are so many people who are fighting in the world, why is Zixi crying?"

Zhang Liang was startled for a moment, then looked at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng also turned to look at him, his transparent eyes made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Zhang Liang didn't expect Ying Zheng to be able to go with him, and sighed: "I'm not grieving, I'm grieving for my husband, Baoyu, and looking at the stone."

What hurts me is not the loss of my feet, but the fact that no one recognizes the beautiful jade and is treated like a stone.

He's uncut jade was appreciated by two kings of Chu, and was appreciated by King Wen. The jade is still like this, how about a hero?The beautiful jade still exists for a hundred years, the hero for a hundred years, only the dead bones in the tomb.

Time waits for no one, and the big waves wash away, how many people can stand at the pinnacle of history?

"You're a smart person, so you can say something directly." Ying Zheng said in his heart, "The Seven Kingdoms fought each other and each ruled the roost. Wei, Chu, and Zhao all once dominated for a while, but they were not born at the right time. Today's world , Qin is the new overlord. The seven countries will eventually become one."

Ying Zheng sighed slightly as he spoke, and said slowly, "Think about it, what kind of achievement this is."

Even if the emperor of Zhou divided the world, there were many princes and states, and the emperor's direct control was only a part of the king's land.If the seven kingdoms were unified, the distinction between countries would be truly eliminated, and the entire world would be turned into King Qin alone.

The world of one person, the changing situation of the ages.

Which man doesn't want to follow such a person to make contributions and become famous through the ages?Which self-confident person is willing to be mediocre and live his life?

Ying Zheng's words cast a strong medicine in Zhang Liang's heart. Even if Zhang Liang didn't respond, a seed could be planted.

As long as he is not willing to spend his life in such a muddle, this kind of seed will eventually take root.

Yes, in such troubled times, the most indispensable thing is good talents.The king of Qin will surely establish unprecedented miraculous achievements, and a new and huge territory will be realized in his hands. Following such a person to build a country is completely different from following the latecomers.

Later generations at most inherited his empire, but it was established only once.Now, not only Zhang Liang and Han Fei, but also many outstanding talents happen to be standing on the cusp of this storm, at this fork in history.

No one knows whether the path they choose is right or wrong until they reach the end.

Zhang Liang is no exception.

But that would mean that he would betray his home country.

He couldn't help but smiled wryly. This Wei Ru was so straightforward that there was no way to hide. He knew what he cared about, so he seized on this point of precision attack, but why, that's all he really cared about.

Knowing people like this, no wonder King Qin favored him for a while.

Ying Zheng knew the entanglement in his heart and didn't force it. After all, he had already learned a lesson from Han Fei in his last life.

He smiled slightly: "You can think about it slowly, even if you don't agree, it doesn't matter."

Is it really okay?Zhang Liang also laughed heartlessly.

There was no one on the long street, and it was pitch black. The two walked slowly along the side of the road, and the night breeze brought a faint fragrance of flowers.

He happened to meet the imperial guards on patrol, so he passed away for Zhang Liang's sake.

When Yingzheng finished treating his wound and walked out of the hospital, Zhang Liangcai walked up to him with a lamp and medicines in his hand when he was standing under a tree by the street, wearing a cloak and tie. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Mr. Come out, he even sent someone to assassinate you, why do you still help him?"

Ying Zheng said, "Because he is the King of Qin."

This answer was a bit nonsensical, Zhang Liang was startled for a moment, then smiled relievedly: "That's right."

Back at the residence, Zhang Liang helped Ying Zheng clean out another room, and dragged the secret guard out of the original room.

Zhang Liang's grandfather and father were both the prime minister of South Korea, and he grew up in the prime minister's mansion, not to mention burying corpses, he had never even seen a dead person.Fortunately, this person was poisoned to death, and the blood didn't bleed much, but the appearance of death was seeping, his whole body was livid, and his lips and nails were black.

Zhang Liang dragged him down the stairs, one of them accidentally stepped on the ground, and the dead body lay directly on top of him, stiff and lifeless, Zhang Liang yelled a few times and crawled to the side, not knowing why it was so big With all his strength, he kicked the corpse down, and the whole person was suffocated to the extreme.

Ying Zheng stood on the stairs holding a lamp to help him illuminate. Seeing how repulsive he was, he couldn't help laughing.He has seen too many dead people, and there is never a shortage of dead people in the palace.Especially for those palace people who are small and humble, a dry well can cause someone to stumble and fall into it every now and then, and a pool of water can also cause someone to stumble and drown in it every few days.

However, Ying Zheng had never personally killed anyone, and this secret guard was the first one.

Zhang Liang saw him holding a lamp and smiled, the already dark stairs became even more gloomy.

His throat choked, and he was almost speechless: "Brother Wei! Can you stop laughing? It's scary! I'm timid!"

Ying Zheng nodded, "Are you okay?"

"Okay! Don't shoot if you're injured!" Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and dragged the corpse downstairs.

In the yard, Ying Zheng looked at one of the magnolia trees, "Bury it under the tree."

Zhang Liangdao: "Is there anything special about this? Does it mean that if he is buried under a tree, he will not be able to turn into a ghost and cause trouble?"

"I think too much. I just think it can be nourishment."

Zhang Liang cupped his fists in admiration: "My lord, you really make the best use of you, and you won't let it go even if you die."

Ying Zheng was amused by him, "Maybe, I am born with such a personality."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Liang dug a hole, buried the person hastily, and found a stack of paper money from the third floor that Ying Zheng didn't know where it came from, and burned it, so he felt relieved.

As for the fighting room, it was troublesome to clean it up, so Ying Zheng directly sealed it off.

In the new room, Ying Zheng was half lying on the pillow.

Zhang Liang was taking a cold bath in the yard, and when he touched the dead body, he would feel somewhat shadowed, and he couldn't get out for a while.

He took out the silk and unfolded it.

The entry is just one sentence: I also miss you very much.

Ying Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, the silk under the candlelight glowed with a layer of soft and hazy light, and even the sharp-edged handwriting on it became softer, and he continued to read while suppressing the strangeness in his heart.

Therefore, after three days, fast for ten days and go to worship the king.

Ying Zheng's first reaction was not that this kid had abandoned government affairs and came looking for him, but that he didn't want Zhao Zheng to see that he was injured.

But the secret guard is dead, and he can't send any letters back. Zhao Zheng should not send any more letters in these three days.

I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it by then.

Ying Zheng put away the silk, pressed the center of his brows angrily, and then remembered the kiss that fell here, and immediately let go.After a long while, he slowly put his fingers between his eyebrows and rubbed them lightly a few times.

Suddenly he remembered something, and opened the long-lost system.

The system was so excited that it screamed: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you finally found me! I thought you forgot about me, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Ying Zheng was used to the state of the system, and he listened silently to the system blowing a bunch of rainbow farts.

Then the system also felt that it had lost its composure, so it calmed down and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you still awake at this late hour?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "I want you to call Zhao Zheng over."

This is the fastest way to stop Zhao Zheng from coming.He was also stupid, since he misses her, why bother writing letters and going back and forth and wasting time.

But after thinking about it, I felt that there are some things that cannot be said in person, but can be said in letters.

Well, for example, he would never say that sentence in front of Zhao Zheng.

The system immediately became full of energy, and the cp was about to be in the same frame on its territory again!

"Okay!" The system executes immediately.

However it failed.

Because Zhao Zheng was not sleeping.

Ying Zheng was also very puzzled, Zhao Zheng should have gone to bed early at this late hour, is he still criticizing the book?

"Forget it, nothing else, are you ready for Bai Qi?"

"Ready! The main system has given me the authority, and His Majesty can call him at any time."

Ying Zheng nodded, since he opened the system, let's meet Bai Qi by the way.

He said, "Let him come and see me."

Outside, Zhang Liang took a shower while thinking about life, changed his clothes and went upstairs.

When passing by the second floor, he saw that the light in Yingzheng's room was still on, so he couldn't help knocking on the door, "Brother Wei, are you still asleep?"

"No." Ying Zheng just came out of the space and talked with Bai Chu for the first time. The result was as he expected. It wasn't too good, but it wasn't too bad either.

He said, "Come in, what's the matter?"

Zhang Liang came in poking his head: "You are injured, do you need someone to take care of you? It's too late now, go buy a servant tomorrow, let me take care of you tonight?"

"No need." It was his left hand that was injured. Although it was a bit harsh, he was not used to being taken care of by unfamiliar people.

"Really don't need it?" Zhang Liang asked again uneasy.

Ying Zheng still refused.

After repeatedly confirming that Ying Zheng really doesn't need someone to take care of him, Zhang Liang rolled up his sleeves and pointed upstairs: "Then, then I'll go back to sleep, Brother Wei?"

Ying Zheng sat on the couch and nodded, a candle beside the desk silently illuminated his profile, casting a thin shadow on the wall.He said calmly: "Go."

Zhang Liang turned around and within a few steps, he suddenly heard someone behind him whispering: "In a few days, can you accompany me to the suburbs of Xinzheng?"

Zhang Liang paused, turned around, and met Ying Zheng's deep eyes.Those eyes were dark and pure, reflecting the dancing candlelight, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at all.

Zhang Liang was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay."

He went out and closed the door gently.Ying Zheng listened to his footsteps and went to the third floor before holding on to the lacquer table and shaking it slightly.

He took out the silk book in his sleeve and read it again against the moonlight.

Insomnia all night.

Also suffering from insomnia was the boy in white who was far away in Xianyang Palace.

Zhao Zheng leaned on the couch and aimed the silk in his hand at the moon outside the window.

The frosty moonlight clearly penetrated the soft fabric, but could not penetrate the elegant and upright handwriting on it.

His slightly curled eyelashes blinked, as if he felt that the moonlight was too dazzling, so he brought the silk to his lips and kissed it lightly.

After a long time, a young man's hoarse voice sounded in the huge palace: "I miss you so much."

The author has something to say: The name of "Long and Short Classics" is taken from Zhao Rui of the Tang Dynasty

His book "Fan Jing" is also known as "Long and Short Classics", and it is also known as "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".

Zhao Rui is Li Bai's teacher