One Hundred Routes of Counterattack

The news found by the secret guards coincided with what he thought, the crown prince snorted coldly, and summoned his confidants: "Go and tell the concubine Shu, that you are alone with Brother He, and you want to take Brother He to the East Palace to take care of you. Concubine Shu can devote herself to taking care of the seriously ill imperial sister. Since the third imperial sister has been ill for a long time, it seems that she needs to rest and recuperate, and the imperial physician does not need to bother her. If there is something to do, call the imperial physician."

Regardless of how many servants in Concubine Shu's palace who received this weird message accidentally knocked over the porcelain, the East Palace is peaceful.For unfamiliar environments, Shen Binghe is naturally very resistant and timid, but fortunately, as long as he is by the prince's side, he can always feel at ease.But apart from the crown prince, Shen Binghe was indifferent to others.In desperation, the prince had no choice but to put a bed beside his bed to take care of Shen Binghe nearby.

With Master Deshe's careful conditioning, Shen Binghe took the opportunity to absorb the [Marrow Cleansing Cutting Butteran] bought at a cost of 50 points, and his complexion improved rapidly at a visible speed.But in January, Master Deshe resigned: "Now the residual poison in the body of the little highness has been cleared. Although he is still a little weak, it is not a day's work. The poor monk majors in divination and astrology, and is not proficient in medicine. He has already studied books. One letter goes to Fangcun Mountain to ask the younger brother to take care of the little highness, and the poor monk can also say goodbye."

Knowing that Deshe is not used to staying in one place, now he has stayed in Beijing long enough to recuperate Brother He's body, not to mention that Deshe also promised his younger brother, Master Kong Xiang, who has better medical skills, to sit in the East Palace. The master thanked him and sent him away.

After seeing Master Deshe away, Shen Mingzheng returned to the study, and sure enough, he saw Brother He copying at his desk.Now Shen Binghe's cheeks have a little more blush, and the attribute points he added these days are slowly taking effect, and now anyone can feel the huge difference between him and before.However, Shen Mingzheng, who was in the midst of the game and watched him change day by day, didn't think much about it, but sighed that Brother He really became more and more refined.All the things he could think of such as "be as bright as a jade tree before the wind", "full of ears, bright as stars", "Zhi Lan Yuxiu, heavy waist and pan temples", all can be realized as the beautiful young man in front of him.

Hearing the movement, the young man who was sitting at the desk scribbling away turned his head, his eyebrows were romantic, as if he was affectionate.Seeing that it was him, the young man's eyes flashed lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Shen Mingzheng was stunned, and couldn't help covering the position of his heart, feeling that the beating there was slightly abnormal.When he came back to his senses, he found that the boy was looking at him worriedly, with a pair of talking eyes waiting intently.

Forcibly restraining his thoughts, Shen Mingzheng smiled and said, "What is Brother He drawing?" He walked over to look at it, but found that the young man quickly put away the scroll and hid himself from showing it to him.He felt a little apprehensive in his heart, and couldn't help sighing: "Brother He has grown up too, and I know I have a little secret to hide from my brother." His tone was sad, with the sadness of a child who was too big, Shen Binghe with a pure and kind personality Sure enough, she became anxious immediately, and lowered her head and handed the painting in her hand to him.

Shen Mingzheng looked down at the painting, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, complacent.When he opened the scroll, he was surprised to find that Brother He, who had always only painted landscapes, flowers and birds, actually spent figures this time, and even two people at once.

I saw a splendid peach grove in the painting. Two men walked hand in hand in the forest. The taller man leaned slightly forward, pulling the shorter boy behind. Although they were just from the back, they were painted with broad robes and broad robes. Sleeves, Yushu facing the wind, just relying on the back view, one can imagine that there must be two beautiful men and boys of Zhilan Yushu.

Pink flowers, brown branches, Daishan, black hair, colorful clothes.

The beauty that hits the face.

This painting is very different from the popular paintings here.Unlike most painters who prefer to use one black ink to draw different levels of ink painting, Shen Binghe stubbornly likes to paint in color since he learned to paint, and the paper is filled with brilliant brilliance, which makes you never think that there is only such a wonderful scenery in the world.And it is also different from the complex emotions that are full of other people's paintings. When you see Shen Binghe's paintings, you will only feel full of beauty, and all kinds of beauty will flow out of the paintings.

Perhaps it is because human nature is too difficult for Shen Binghe to understand, and it is difficult for him to find the beauty of human nature, so he never paints people, only landscapes, flowers and birds.

Therefore, Shen Mingzheng was extremely surprised, pointing to the tall man in the apricot-yellow uniform on the painting and said: "Brother He, is this me?" Then he turned to the short boy in green and white clothes, "Is this Brother He?"

Shen Binghe nodded hesitantly.

"Brother He draws very well, and my brother likes it very much. Why should I avoid my brother?" Shen Mingzheng smiled and touched the boy's soft head, feeling the warmth in his heart, "This is the first time that Brother He When it comes to drawing characters, brother He is so clever, it really makes my brother happy."

Shen Binghe bit his lower lip, handed his brother a pen, and signaled him to write an inscription.

Shen Mingzheng took the pen, and laughed at himself: "Brother He's painting skills have already passed the master, and if you think about it, you can say that you are unparalleled in the world. Fortunately, the calligraphy of brother Wei has not been abandoned, and you can still use it." He thought for a while , Splashing ink, wrote a poem: White skin is better than frost and snow, brown hair is like a fairy.

The eyes are bright and the moon is shining, and the eyebrows are gathering wind and clouds.

The spring fairy is not like this, and the moon god should be invisible.

One day, when the wings are inserted, the phoenix flies in Sanqing.

Seeing this poem, Shen Binghe blinked and looked at his elder brother in confusion.Shen Mingzheng laughed and said: "But you can tell by looking at the beauty in front of you. Even this poem is probably one-tenth of the elegance of the beautiful woman in the painting."

These words made Shen Binghe's cheeks burn, and he turned his head away as if angry and ignored him.Shen Mingzheng laughed loudly, and continued to the next question: Changping, March 21, [-]. The question was written by his younger brother Binghe.

While writing, he explained: "Yuantong is the word for brother, brother He remember it?" Turning his head, he was startled by Shen Binghe's shocked and widened eyes, "What's wrong?"

"...Yuantong?" Shen Binghe murmured.

Shen Mingzheng was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, Brother He... What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Han Xiu hurriedly lowered his head to block his sight, his heart was in a mess, he just wanted to be quiet, but like the original Shen Binghe, he avoided Shen Mingzheng's worried eyes, ran away without saying a word and hid back on the bed in the dormitory , curled up into a ball.

After Shen Mingzheng chased after him in a hurry, Shen Binghe, who calmed down a little, realized that he and Shen Mingzheng shared the same dormitory.Beside his own bed was a soft sleep of Shen Mingzheng.

Dazed, Shen Binghe went to look at Shen Mingzheng again, and found that this face had nothing to do with the Tang Gan in his memory; their personalities were also completely different: Tang Qian was conceited and domineering, and he had no face or skin when facing him, while Shen Mingzheng was generous and rigorous, and treated him with a magnanimity. He always maintained his brother's friendship.The only similarity between the two is probably that they are obedient to him and guard him wholeheartedly.

Is this a coincidence?

Han Xiu's heart was in a mess. He thought of Shen Mingzheng's close relationship with Binghe in the first place, and the two often fell asleep in Binghe's memory. He also thought of the end of the last mission, and the old Tang Qian was still reluctant to leave. Holding his hand willfully, he said that he would meet him early in the next life.

Shen Mingzheng was so anxious and at a loss what to do when he saw his brother He, whom he held in his hands and loved, suddenly hugged his knees and hid in the corner of the bed, crying silently.He didn't know what he had done to make his younger brother feel so uncomfortable, but seeing him crying silently, he felt his heart was pierced, so he couldn't help but leaned over, and embraced Brother He, whose eyes were empty as if he was hysterical, into his arms. Softly comfort.

"Brother He, don't cry, tell your elder brother what you did wrong, and your elder brother will definitely correct it. When Brother He cries, my elder brother's heart is so sad that I can't wait to shed tears..."

Hearing this, Han Xiu became more and more uncomfortable.He could fully feel Shen Mingzheng's caring, this is a love that belongs to his brother, so pure that it is impossible to have evil thoughts in his heart.But he couldn't help but think of the short ten years with Tang Gan in the past, how many times Tang Gan had annoyed him, and he hugged him like this, and then made a small fuss, talking sweetly without shame.

It hurts only if there is a comparison. At first, I thought that I had sealed and locked up the word "Tang Qian", but I didn't expect that he could not let go of that relationship at all. Now, just because of the same name, he couldn't help it. Thinking wildly, hoping that Shen Mingzheng is Tang Gan's reincarnation.

The system that had been disconnected for a long time suddenly said: "The host can try it. If Shen Mingzheng and Tang Qian have the same soul, it can be sensed through the dragon energy stored in the host's sea of ​​consciousness."

Han Xiu was stunned, and quickly asked: "How to do it?"

With the help of the system, Han Xiu released the dragon-shaped purple energy that had been sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness, leading him to contact Shen Mingzheng.Surprisingly, as soon as Ziqi touched Shen Mingzheng, it immediately melted and disappeared like water dripping into the sea, and then suddenly reappeared and slipped into Han Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness a while later, the originally transparent and vain dragon body actually solidified a bit. In the sea of ​​consciousness, it was like a mass of purple bright lights, rolling happily.

"What, what does this mean?"

"After verification, they are the same soul. You can understand that Shen Mingzheng is the reincarnation of Tang Gan."

Happiness came so suddenly, Han Xiu was stunned by the twists and turns of the plot.Just when the system thought the matter was settled, Han Xiu suddenly asked again: "Is the relationship between Shen Mingzheng and Shen Binghe pure brotherhood?"

He asked nonchalantly, but the system understood his meaning: "In the plot, the two are indeed pure brothers. But now Shen Mingzheng's beloved younger brother, Shen Binghe, is you."

The system said implicitly, but Han Xiu inexplicably heard a trace of teasing. His face was stained red, no matter how embarrassed he continued to be hugged and comforted by Shen Mingzheng, he lowered his head and pushed him away, with a strong nasal voice: "Brother, I'm fine."

The suddenly empty arms made Shen Mingzheng a little disappointed, but he didn't know what he was missing. He clenched his fists and forced a smile: "It's good that brother He is fine. I really scared my brother just now. That painting...?"

"Give it to brother." Shen Binghe still lowered his head.

Shen Mingzheng didn't feel comforted at all. As a result, until he was summoned by his father, Shen Binghe never raised his head to look at himself. He felt uncomfortable all over, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. He could only leave silently, but he didn't see Shen Binghe after he turned around. Crane looked up playfully.

Shen Mingzheng, who was busy with business affairs, was restless. Although he could barely bear his temper to complete these memorials that should have been corrected by his father, who was the king of the country, he was always thinking about his brother He who was alone in the dormitory and didn't know what was going on.Brother He's eyes were red and weeping silently, the scene like a lifeless puppet popped up in front of his eyes again and again, making him upset.He didn't know why Brother He was sad, and he didn't know why Brother He blamed himself so much for being sad.

To make matters worse, he felt that Brother He seemed to be avoiding him next.Although Brother He didn't say anything about moving back to Concubine Shu's palace, he could clearly feel that Brother He had something to hide from him, and he deliberately deviated from his schedule.When he woke up in the morning, Brother He was always sleeping peacefully, so he had to go to the morning court, and by the next court, Brother He was already studying and painting in the study.By the time he finished handling the political affairs, Brother He either hadn't finished a painting, or he had washed up and gone to sleep.For the first time, he discovered that Brother He could go so many days without saying a word or looking at him.

What is even more strange is that I know that such a brother He is not sick, but I am in a hurry, and I always feel that there is something missing in my life.

Finally one day, Shen Mingzheng couldn't bear to throw down the half-written official document, deliberately broke in when the bedroom was lit, and opened the curtain: "Brother He..."

The rest of the words disappeared silently from his mouth when he saw Brother He who had just finished bathing and wiped half of his body.