Long Song Wanli Dingshan River

The cut was too sharp, the actual wound was deep to the bone, but on the surface, it was just a shallow cut.

Ten fingers connected to heart, if ordinary people would have wailed and shouted, but Zhu Zheng just glanced at Miao Nu indifferently.She hid in a thick shadow, and Gu snakes gathered around her, which could accumulate into a snake tower.

"There has been commotion in the government office these past few days. It seems that a general in red has come." She was very interested, "Tianzi Zhou is going out late at night, but he wants to see him? What is the relationship between you two?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

Zhu Zheng replied coldly.The blood bead hangs on his fingertips, and it condenses for a long time before it falls. A Gu snake sticks out a cold letter beside the blood bead, as if it is detecting the blood on the ground.

"Tianzi Zhou is really exhausting. My little snake said, you have worked hard for more than a month, if this continues, I am afraid it will be a spark—"

She threw a small stone towards the snake tower beside her, and the twisted snake towers collapsed one after another.

"—I fell ill like a mountain."

Zhu Zheng held up the lantern coldly and left in a huff.

He knew that the Miao girl hadn't gone crazy for no reason, but she had been locked up for too long and didn't dare to really sabotage the plan and go out without a show, so she used this extreme method to express her dissatisfaction.

However, she also found the wrong person.

Zhu Zheng has always been a person who can endure what ordinary people can't. This little threat is nothing more than flirtatious.

As for the reminder later, he didn't know that he should take a proper rest. It was just the accumulation of government affairs and military affairs, and someone had to deal with it.

In the Chu court, there are quite a few people who are out of breath, but not many who can do things. Among those who do things, there are those who have to deal with internal conflicts and intrigues every day. After this, there are only a few people who can share his worries.

It's no wonder that Jing Chu was once the leader of the Six Heroes, but lost ground one after another and has been in decline ever since.

Zhu Zheng sighed softly, trying not to think too much about the matter of Chu Ting, the most important thing now is to find the way to the East Wing.

He went in several wrong directions one after another, and almost walked through all the rooms of the government office. When he was so anxious, he suddenly smelled a quiet and cool fragrance.

He remembered that there were a lot of plum blossoms planted on the outside of the East Wing. Tonight, when Chang Ge's sword broke through the door, the wind blew and the garden was full of plum fragrance.

If you follow Meixiang, you might be able to find the direction of the East Chamber.

Not long after, Zhu Zheng realized that Xun Xiang was right.

He followed Mei Xiang, the secret passage went up more and more, and at the end was a narrow wooden door. Zhu Zheng listened for a moment behind the door, and confirmed that the surrounding area was silent except for the sound of falling snow. Then he blew on the lantern and pushed open the narrow door Door.

The cold air hits the face, it turns out that the end of the secret passage leads to the rockery in the front yard of the East Chamber.

At this time, light snow was falling in the courtyard.

Although his movement of pushing the door was slight, it still shook the plum tree branch on the rock, and the snow fell on his head.

The flying snow messes up the plum branches, and the dark fragrance comes with people.

Zhu Zheng stood in the wind and snow for a long time, blowing off the bloody murderous aura left on his body, and gently pinched the ice and snow on the plum with his fingertips, barely stopping the blood from the wound on his fingertips. Only then did he stride across the already frost-white courtyard, push the door open and enter.

The cold wind carried the snow in.

He was afraid that the cold wind would startle Chang Ge, so he hurriedly turned around and closed the door, but unexpectedly the wooden door was brittle from the cold, and there was a crackling sound.

In the quiet sound of falling snow, this sound was extremely abrupt, and he didn't know what to do for a moment, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt relieved.

He came abruptly, and the sound of closing the door was regarded as a visit to prevent Chang Ge from being caught off guard and embarrassed.

He called Chang Ge's name, reported his intention, and waited for a while, waiting for Chang Ge's response.

The furniture that Xiaoqing pushed to this side and left has long since returned to its original state. At this moment, the desk is facing the window, and the broken snow is blowing in, making the pages of the desk rattle.

Otherwise, the room was silent.

Could it be that he...was taken away?

This idea just came up, and was quickly denied by himself.If Chang Ge is really unwilling, no one in the world can subdue him by force.

The house is quiet, and the inner room is separated by gauze curtains.The plain white gauze curtains are covered with silver threads, and the snow light is reflected, like strings of ice ripples.

The gauze curtain was stroked, and in the quiet night, there seemed to be a shallow breathing sound.

Hearing the sound of even breathing, Zhu Zheng finally relaxed.There is no light in the room now, Chang Ge must be tired, and now he rests.

What Youqing said, it will be too late to ask when Rige wakes up tomorrow.

The cold wind blows inward along the window in front of the desk, and there is no cage in the room, it is as cold as an ice cellar.If it blows all night, it will definitely be cold tomorrow.

He walked to the window, retracted the wooden window, and the cold wind blowing through the room gradually calmed down.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the room was shone coldly.

Through the light of the snow, Zhu Zheng saw a topographic map of Xiangyang on the table, with annotations written in small characters around the corners.

He is familiar with Chang Ge's habits, Chang Ge's chest has ups and downs, and he can clearly deduce the military formation with a few simple strokes, so there is absolutely no need for such detailed footnotes.

This should be Chang Ge's own investigation, and he intends to mark it carefully and give him a reference.

Zhu Zheng removed the ebony paperweight, and was about to examine it carefully, when he suddenly discovered that there was a piece of pine flower paper under the picture, with two narrow lines written on it.

Looking at the shape, it should be a letter.

Private letters are inherently secretive and taboo, not to mention that Chang Ge is a straightforward person who doesn't care about love and love, and never has any sour poems and letters of love.It would be a lie to say that such an informal person suddenly used high-quality paper to write something. It would be a lie to say that he was not curious.

Just as his fingertips touched the surface of the rough paper, he suddenly retracted it.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Zheng put the formation map back, covered the pine flower paper as it was, and pressed it with a paperweight.

Chang Ge doesn't like restraint by nature, so it's better not to be too tight, so that his mind is too tense.

After putting down the layout plan, Zhu Zheng hesitated again and again, but still walked to the bed.

At the funeral of the late king that day, he was so hands-on that he couldn't inquire in person when there was no news from Xiangyang, so he had to ask Chang Ge to investigate first.

Farewell to Jiangling, until tonight, we have not seen each other for several days.

He wanted to just take a look, and act lightly, trying not to disturb Chang Ge's dream.

Zhu Zheng opened the pure white gauze curtain.

Chang Ge really fell asleep.

He has always been a free and unrestrained person, and he was too tired. At this time, his hair was not loose, and his clothes were not untied. He just curled up and lay on his side on the couch, and fell asleep.

Fortunately, he took a look at it, otherwise, if he fell asleep like this, his backache would be minor when he wakes up tomorrow morning, but the wind and cold would be major.Zhu Zheng immediately took off the crow feather cloak he was wearing, patted off the snow particles, and covered Chang Ge.

He went out in a hurry, and his clothes were thin. He passed through the frozen tunnel at the bottom of the lake, and stood for a long time in the snowy night to blow off the bloody smell. His cloak was already half-warm, but it was still warmer than a cotton mattress.

As soon as the thick and downy cloak was covered, Chang Ge Gulu immediately turned over, rolled into a ball, and unconsciously grabbed the crow feather cloak tightly.

"I still know it's cold." Zhu Zheng complained, and began to gently remove the quilt on one side.He was afraid of disturbing Chang Ge, so his movements were as soft as falling snow.

After it was all covered, he took a few more lingering glances.

When he is usually awake, Chang Ge is always bright and flamboyant, and sometimes he is so stubborn that it gives people a headache.Only when he fell asleep, he curled up with his whole body relaxed, breathing evenly, looking like a quiet and docile little animal.

This reminded him of when he first met Chang Ge, the desert was windy and sandy, but Chang Ge was always wrapped in a beautiful fiery red dress, which was set off by the fiery color like a piece of exquisite white jade.

He remembered that when he was a child in the northern border, Chang Ge couldn't seem to get a tan. One day in the grassland, his body was covered with sand, but his face was white and clean after washing.

Every time a soldier said that, Xiao Changge would pull up his neckline, revealing the shallow dividing line on his neck, and said no, he was still tanned.

Chang Ge didn't think there was anything wrong with this action, but it made the young Zhu Zheng blush and remembered it for many years.

He was so dazed that he almost forgot his business. After regaining his senses, Zhu Zheng put his hand into the quilt from one side, first touched the layers of dense crow feathers, and then went down to touch Chang Ge Well-proportioned and strong forearms.

After being poisoned by the Ice Soul Gu poison, Chang Ge's body temperature is not as hot as before, it is always half-warm and not cold.Zhu Zheng tried his body temperature, but it was still warm, and it didn't feel like the ice soul Gu was poisoned and his body was cold.

While Chang Ge was asleep, he slid along Chang Ge's flexible and strong forearm to his wrist, and quickly grasped Chang Ge's pulse.

When pressing lightly, Chang Ge's pulse is still weak, only heavy pressing can detect one or two, but his pulse is strong and strong, like the strings of a Guqin, slightly better than his pulse a few days ago.

It seems that what Youqing said is true, someone has indeed touched Chang Ge's qi, but judging from the pulse, the person named Bai Suzi is indeed helping him straighten out his qi, and there is no malice.

Zhu Zheng finally felt relieved and planned to withdraw his hand.

Just as he let go of Chang Ge's wrist, he was suddenly grabbed by Chang Ge's backhand, which shocked him.

Chang Ge is still asleep, but her eyelashes are trembling, like a dream.

"...Daru."

"Daru?"

Zhu Zheng listened attentively, and finally heard Chang Ge's nonsense clearly, but it turned out to be a name completely unfamiliar to him.

Who is Daru?

Zhu Zheng leaned forward and moved a little closer, trying to hear more clearly.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ge began to ramble on some words he couldn't understand at all, mixed with two or three Chinese characters, he said happily, and even pulled his hands from the quilt, making gestures and gestures.

Chang Ge's father is Han Chinese, and his mother is from Xiling. Zhu Zheng guessed that these incomprehensible words should be Xiling dialect.He had no choice but to ignore the long and vague passages of Xiling's speech, and deliberately searched for words he could understand.

"...Daru."

Daru again.

Who is this Daru?

Zhu Zheng moved closer, and he could even feel Chang Ge's faint breath.

He listened carefully, completely oblivious to the fact that his hair was hanging down and falling on Chang Ge's neck.

Chang Ge hummed some laughter from his nose, shouting "Dalu, itchy!"

Then Zhu Zheng felt a tightness in his back, and Chang Ge opened his arms and embraced him.

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