Placid Chang'an

Su Cen ran all the way on the deserted street, and only after running for half a mile did she realize that it was raining.

The great change of the day has paralyzed all his sensory pain, and now it returns bit by bit, the cold rain seeps into the clothes, and the clothes stick to the body like a heavy shackle.

Su Cen forced himself to take the next step, for fear that once he stopped, he would not be able to take another step.

No matter what happens tomorrow, he still wants to look at that person again. In fact, when the incident happened, he would stop thinking about that face and those calm eyes all the time, and wanted to hide in that person's arms and sleep in the dark for a while. Sleep, wake up and wait for someone to tell him it was just a nightmare.

He suppressed it for a day, and finally this idea broke out after seeing Cui Hao, and then it grew like a breeding ground, and he couldn't stop it anymore.

Liu Xiang would never come back, but he still wanted to see Li Shi one more time at the end.

Life and death, farewell, can't say which is more uncomfortable.

Su Cen finally stopped in front of the tightly closed door.

The curfew time has come, the doors of the workshop are closed, and the common people are forbidden to walk.

Su Cen was stunned for a while, then stepped forward a few steps, and slapped on the two tall gates with all his might.

But his voice was too small, his voice was too hoarse, that little movement was drowned in the sound of the rain, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Su Cen slowly slid down the square door, all strength was gone, and deep despair subsided.

It turned out that the reason why he was able to go on a rampage at the beginning was because he was protected by others and had no fear. Without Li Shi, he couldn't even get out of his own place.

Su Cen looked up at the sky, and the cold rain fell continuously from the dark night, like an impenetrable net, enveloping him and slowly tightening it.

He didn't even know if he'd make it to dawn.

The ornate shelves that had been piling up all the time shattered with a crash.

After an unknown period of time, the rain suddenly stopped, and the coldness that penetrated into the bones was gone, replaced by a faint scent of sandalwood.

Su Cen opened his eyes and looked up. The first thing he saw was a plain white umbrella.

Turning his head again, the hand holding the umbrella has sharp joints, and there is a black jade finger on the thumb, the black is purer than the night.

Something came up suddenly, flowed down uncontrollably, and flowed into the mouth, salty and bitter.

A hand came down, and the fingertips caressed the cheek, with a slightly rough texture, and it became even more uncontrollable once it was applied.

Obviously his face was covered with water, but Li Shi knew that he was crying.

The water stains on his hands filled the lines in his palms, and he could even tell which ones were rainwater and which ones were tears.

Su Cen had never cried so desperately in front of him, like a child who couldn't find a home.

A corner of Li Shi's heart felt a little painful.Originally thought that the wind and sand in Mobei and the wind and cloud in the middle of the court had already sharpened that heart to be unbreakable, but this little fox was able to break in, making a nest on the tip of his heart, having fun, scratching his heart and scratching his liver. he.

Step by step, he let go, indulged step by step, and finally reached the point where it hurts when touched.

Li Shi gently held him in his arms, allowing Su Cen to vent out all the unspeakable and difficult things of the day.His clothes were wet with tears, he was so wronged that he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he cried.

In the distant alley, the sound of the watchman's clapper sounded. After three knocks, it was past half the night.Su Cen seemed to realize something suddenly, she suddenly raised her head, stared into those eyes, and didn't even bother to cry.

After a while, Su Cen slowly reached out and stroked those eyes gently.

If only he could have a carving knife to carve these eyes on his heart.

He described this person's appearance several times, but he was still afraid that he might not remember well.The time has passed, time has changed, and when he thinks that one day he wakes up and can't remember it anymore, his heart hurts and he can't breathe.

Seeing that people still refused to stop, Li Shi smiled softly, "Give it to you."

Su Cen thought about nodding at that moment.But in an instant he realized that Li Shi knew everything, he knew the cause of the incident, he knew what he was about to do, and he also knew how this incident should end.

Su Cen lowered her hands slowly and hugged her lap, like a confused child, she asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Li Shi's heavy gaze was gently suppressed, and he raised his hand to pat the person on the shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Su Cen's throat was suddenly dry, and he said with difficulty: "I want to restore the truth of what happened back then, and I want to avenge Tian Pingzhi and Liu Zhen, and I still want to..."

In the end, he still choked up.

Li Shi said softly, "There is nothing wrong with exposing the truth, and there is nothing wrong with upholding justice."

"But I will let you burn all these years of hard work, and it may... It may also shake the foundation of the Great Zhou and overthrow the Great Zhou..."

"Do you regret it?" Li Shi asked suddenly, "Do you regret choosing to enter Dali Temple at the Qionglin Banquet?"

Su Cen was taken aback for a moment.

Does he regret it?Since he entered Dali Temple, he has been beaten, poisoned, fell off a cliff, narrowly escaped death, and endured humiliation. It can be said that there are many dangers, but if you really want to ask him if he regrets it, his first reaction is reluctance of.

Su Cen lowered his head and said softly: "I regret... I regret that I didn't come to Chang'an earlier to uphold justice for more victims and redress the grievances of more innocent people. I regret that I didn't get to know you sooner. Three, five, or even Earlier, I can stay by your side longer, until I get bored and lose interest in you as an old thing."

Li Shi smiled lightly, and scolded, "Little bastard."

After a long time, a sigh slowly slipped out, "You are right, it was Da Zhou who was wrong. Da Zhou is ill and has been suffering for a long time. If necessary, he has to break his arm to save his life. Since you have chosen Dali Temple, find out the truth and restore the truth. The truth is your business, and as the Prince Regent, it is my business to stabilize the court and check and balance the world. You do what you should do, and I will handle the rest."

Su Cen raised his head in a panic, and his deep eyes firmly caught him, "Don't worry, Da Zhou can afford this price."

When the first rooster crowed in Chang'an City, the rain stopped and Li Shi left.

Cheng Menlang was taken aback when he opened the door. The person sitting outside the door was soaked and pale, but his eyes were as bright as the last remaining star in the sky.Originally thought that this person was waiting to open the door, but when he opened the door, he saw that person stood up, shaking himself from the rain, and went back without looking back.

Cheng Menlang shook his head and said "lunatic", yawned and continued to busy with the matter at hand.

Hearing a knock on the door, everyone in the room raised their heads.Cui Hao breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and Qu Ling'er hurriedly stood up, wanting to ask something, but didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Su Cen washed his face in an orderly manner, changed into his official uniform, and after tidying up, he was the same Mr. Su again.

He turned around and nodded at Cui Hao, "Let's go."

As soon as the hour arrived, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty gathered in the Hanyuan Hall to pay homage to the Holy Majesty and the Prince Regent. The little emperor let all the ministers die as usual, and asked the ministers what they had to do according to the scriptures.

In the court meeting, it is usually just going through the motions, just to let the middle and lower officials have a glimpse of the holy face, and the things to participate in the performance are usually already consulted and written.Several officials came forward and sang He Qinghaiyan and Shengde Changlong again. The little emperor covered his face with the memorial, yawned a little, raised his head to meet the emperor's uncle's eyes, and stuck out his tongue resentfully.

After finally enduring the drowsy eulogy, the little emperor straightened up, "Is there anything else, gentlemen? If nothing happens..."

Zhang Jun stepped forward suddenly, "I have something to play."

The little emperor frowned, trying not to show his impatience, thinking about the cricket he just caught yesterday, he quickly waved his hand, "Zhang Qing has something to play quickly."

"minister……"

Just as Zhang Jun opened his mouth, he heard another clear and clear voice behind him: "In the 22nd year of Yonglong's reign, Liuzhou official Tian Pingzhi's sudden death in the Gongyuan has been thoroughly investigated, and I request to play it."