Long Song Wanli Dingshan River

I don’t know when the flower branch that Zhu Zheng was holding in his sleeve was taken away by Chang Ge. At this time, the tip of the branch was lightly touching his front skirt, and the scattered flowers on the branch had already been whipped to the point of collapse. At this time, as soon as it touched his robe, Two or three petals slipped into Zhu Zheng's gathered neckline thinly.

Chang Ge twirled his flower branch around his fingertips and said with a smile, "Even!"

Both of them dropped their weapons. Zhu Zheng had no objection to the result, and sat down next to him: "Just now? What are you talking about?"

Chang Ge suddenly evaded, and forced a smile at him: "Youqing is talking about the fact that you use the envoy of Chu to govern the Wei State. You are talking about Wei Ting Lao? What kind of orthodox airs in the Central Plains, sir? You actually took a picture The envoy of Chu, who speaks a southern dialect, went over, and the noses of the ministers and ministers were almost crooked, it was really funny!"

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly: "Did you drink the soup?"

Chang Ge's face was neither red nor white: "Drink it."

You Qing is like a thief?, quietly glanced at Zhu Zheng, holding back and not daring to speak.Zhu Zheng understood at a glance, this is? Didn't drink.He gave a look, and Xiao Qingma slipped out to heat up the soup.

Zhu Zheng opened the delicate food box he brought, and took out the same thing inside.

The small one is short, and it is filled with all kinds of dim sum in a short while, such as dried Jiaqing, dried plantain, steamed pear from Jizhou, white rong peach blossom cake...and Chang Ge's favorite Jinyu crisp, depending on the size, or? Double egg yolk .

Chang Ge was so greedy that he moved his index finger. He was about to reach out, but Zhu Zheng glanced at him, so he had to withdraw his hand.

"After drinking the soup and medicine, eat some snacks."

Zhu Zheng knows him too well. Chang Ge has been hiding medicine since he was a child. After several years of fighting, he suffered constant injuries and was forced to rebel by the soup. .

In the past, Chang Chuan was in charge, he was afraid of his father, could he not drink?When it comes to Zhu Zheng, he dares to play tricks and act arrogantly, and even persuades and coaxes him after drinking medicine.

"Sir? Don't be too nervous." Chang Ge said, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he quickly snatched a peach blossom cake. He just took a bite, and he frowned, with a stern face, as if swallowing sand. The cake was swallowed.

After Chang Ge swallowed, he tossed the remaining pastry in his hand: "What kind of pastry is this, it has changed its taste, it is too bitter to swallow."

There was a bit of anger on his face, and his face was flushed with anger, and the blush at the corners of his eyes was much more active.

Zhu Zheng held back his smile: "Good medicine tastes bitter, general, bear with it."

Chang Ge looked at him in surprise: "Is this medicine?"

He tasted every dim sum one after another. Dried plantains, steamed pears, and dried Jiaqing all had the same taste, each of which was so bitter that he almost went to heaven. ?son!

He looked at the exquisite dim sum on the table, and it was incredible: "The good dim sum will be ruined by this broken medicine!"

Zhu Zheng smiled.

This is an exquisite snack that he specially asked someone to make, but it's all mixed with drugs. I thought Chang Ge would buy it for the sake of the snack, but it turned out to be "disliked".

"...Take a sip of tea slowly."

Zhu Zheng offered him a cup of herbal tea, Chang Ge immediately took it, bowed his neck and finished it.

He drank too fast, and the tea flowed down the arc of his neck, passing through the sliding Adam's apple, leaving a moist water stain.

After drinking, Zhu Zheng took off the veil that was close to his body and asked him to wipe it. He was surprised that nothing happened in broad daylight?

"In a few days, I plan to go to the Yaowang Valley to find the Yaowang." Zhu Zheng lowered his eyes and said, "The Yaowang Valley is in Shennong Mountain. Right now, Yizhou and Chu Kingdom have been repaired. If you say hello in advance, go to Shangyong, Think about it? It’s not a difficult thing. Your body, and the matter of the poisonous poison, you need a genius doctor to take care of it.”

Chang Ge felt strange: "There is such a person as the King of Medicine? Don't everyone say it is? There are rumors all over the world, but no one has ever seen him."

"Yes." Zhu Zheng affirmed, and then nodded guiltily, "Three years ago, your glass of fake death poison wine was exactly? It came from the King of Medicine. Before you, I let the cat in the palace taste it. It woke up after being in a coma for several hours, and I didn't dare to..."

"Needless to say." Chang Ge put down the plum cake in his hand, and said sadly, "This is all old stuff."

There was an eerie silence in the room for a while.

Finally, I started to wish Zheng the beginning: "You take a good rest for a while, don't worry too much about the rest."

"Actually, there's something I'm going to discuss with my husband." Chang Ge opened up some space on the table and grabbed his pen and ink, "I know how the people in Xiangyang and Wei Jun communicated—"

Before he finished speaking, half a piece of unburned paper fell out of his sleeve.When Zhu Zheng passed the window? Did he really see him burning something? After he arrived, he was suddenly stabbed with a soft whip and almost forgot about it.

Most of the paper had been burned, and many handwritings were burnt and unreadable, but the three words on the far right were instantly shocking.

——"...the last song"

The lyrics of the song have been scorched, but the word "juebi" is clear and unmistakable.

Chang Ge was shocked, and hastily covered the note. She froze for a moment.

"...Chang Ge's last pen?"

He was a little afraid to look at Zhu Zheng.

"The thing you burned with a smile just now? It's actually a must-write?"

Chang Ge couldn't bear his questioning one after another, and didn't know how to answer, so he flipped open the piece of paper he had slapped in his palm, and handed it to the fire. up.

As soon as a piece of burnt color appeared on the paper, it was about to be completely turned into fly ash, but Zhu Zheng didn't care about it, and directly snatched it from the candle.He didn't care about ironing, so he unfolded the paper carefully, and at the top was the word "absolute pen", which was shocking to see.

"Congratulations! You—"

In desperation, Chang Ge sat up straight, the wound was affected, and the pain was so painful that he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Zhu Zheng immediately raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his pupils flickered and trembled, and his Adam's apple was also trembling slightly. Seeing Chang Ge covering his chest, he was even more worried, but his heart was choked by thousands of words at the same time, and he didn't know what to do. Which one to say first.

When he raised his eyes like this, Chang Ge's irritated anger surged up, and he poured out his head for no reason.

Chang Ge lowered his eyes and said softly: "...Is that why I? I don't want you to see it. Actually, this...it's very common. Swords have no eyes, destiny is impermanent...what if it happens? What, always There is an explanation..."

Chang Ge sighed in his heart.

Zhu Zheng ascended the throne in the [-]th year, and he also paid homage to the general in the same year. After that, he often sang and fought in the north and south, and Zhu Zhenggao sat in the temple.

After ascending the throne, Zhu Zheng has never been in the military camp, and many details of military affairs will not be written in the military briefing, let alone the whole picture.For example, the matter of Juebi, to Chang Ge, seemed like a commonplace meal. It was nothing to worry about. Zhu Zheng's reaction was fierce.

Seeing that Zhu Zheng bowed his head and his whole body was out of the shadows, he sat closer and explained, "This thing? I'm not the only one who wrote it. In the past, Lang Xuqi and Chang's army, before going out, wrote about each of them." Those who can't write will dictate, and those who can write will help to sort it out. Which army and which battalion will be sorted out and handed over to the generals at the rear. Also, they burned the family books."

He suddenly smiled and said: "You don't know before, when I won a battle and asked for a teacher, I would allow them to drink, and sometimes I could get some deer and sheep, everyone? Sit around the fire and eat the deer. Meat, burning must pen..."

Chang Ge's wrist was suddenly grabbed.Zhu Zheng held him tightly as if he was afraid that he would run away, but he didn't turn his head, and just stared blankly at the torn piece of paper on the table.

Chang Ge gently persuaded: "Sir? Don't worry about it. It's a good thing to write before you do it."

"Good thing?"

Zhu Zheng's fingertips also became cold instantly, and he unconsciously exerted a little force on Chang Ge's wrist.

He seems to have mustered up a lot of courage to look back at Chang Ge.His face was pale, his eyelashes were trembling, and he asked: "Are you? No? Are you? No? I think that if you die in battle, you will have both loyalty and righteousness, and that's a good thing?"

Chang Ge paused for a moment before he answered earnestly: "People who serve in the army are different from ordinary people. What kind of high is this? High? It doesn't matter the loyalty and glory of the superiors-soldiers should be bloody, and even more so than me. Guyong, if not for this, soldiers will not be soldiers, and soldiers will not be soldiers."

Zhu Zheng is speechless.

Chang Ge comforted softly: "I'm to blame for this, I didn't tell you beforehand. In fact, it's a set schedule for the soldiers to write their last words before they leave, which is similar to drinking a bowl of wine with everyone before the expedition. There will be an explanation for the future. When you go to the battlefield, you have nothing to worry about, but it is easier to win a big victory."

Nothing to worry about.

These four words are not only harsh, but also extremely heartbreaking.

Zhu Zheng lowered his head, his bandage-wrapped fingertips curled up slightly, and his heart heaved finely, but? He was restrained, and he didn't show anything else?

He only said in a low voice: "The general doesn't like armor, at least he should wear soft armor. A sword has no eyes, no matter how agile it is, there is a time when it is too late to guard against it? This time the great victory in Xiangyang, the general has suffered a lot..."

Chang Ge has never liked to wear armor. First, what he does is the agile and adventurous way. Without armor, there is a sense of urgency like facing an abyss, which makes it easier for him to maintain mental vigilance; Although it is dangerous without armor, in the eyes of the enemy general Situ Wen, it is a sweet bait, which can attract him to do his best to catch Chang Ge.

With these two points, Chang Ge thought that Zhu Zheng could understand, so he just said casually: "Wealth and wealth have to be found in danger, not to mention fighters."

Zhu Zheng glanced at him sideways, his eyes were terribly complicated: "There are still repeated fighters, and there is only one general."

When the arrow was pulled out earlier, Chang Ge had already fainted. Afterwards, Zhu Zheng issued a death order, and no one was allowed to mention this matter. At that time? What happened? Chang Ge didn't know what happened.

His injury was on the back, and others were shocked to see it. He didn't even look at it, and didn't even know what it looked like.In addition, he usually suffers from constant injuries, large and small, and he has already passed through the pain like a wind and smoke, and he has never paid much attention to it.

Looking at Zhu Zheng's appearance right now, he guessed that when the battlefield is far away in normal times, and Zhu Zheng usually sees less blood, he suddenly faces this once or twice, and the sudden shock is indeed... too big.

Chang Ge rarely took the initiative to pat the back of Zhu Zheng's hand: "This kind of pain is really nothing."

He wanted to pull Zhu Zheng's sleeve corner, but the other party directly pulled back the sleeve.This is in Chang Ge's memory, or is it his first experience.

Although Zhu Zheng loves to hide emotions, most people are terrified of him, but in the final analysis, he is not a harsh emperor, and he seldom even loses his temper.However, he didn't need to be really angry, as soon as he lowered his face, he immediately fell to his knees.

Except Changge.

Xu Shi? He has been in contact with him a lot since he was a child. Chang Geda was less afraid of him than ordinary people at the beginning. On the contrary, he looked happy to see him argue hard, and never got into a real fight with him.

This kind of action of pumping sleeves?, more? Never.

Chang Ge felt bitter in his heart, and coaxed him very patiently: "It's really not good, you just treat it as a punishment from God, think about it, I'm covered in so many people's blood, this little punishment is nothing. "

He wanted to pull Zhu Zheng's sleeve corner, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Zhu Zheng looked over in surprise and stunned: "God's punishment?"

"... Tens of thousands of casualties, thousands of corpses, the use of soldiers is a matter of retrograde? Heaven, and touches karma, so there is natural punishment." Chang Ge explained to him earnestly, "Since ancient times, generals have never had a good death, and it is precisely this. reason."

Zhu Zheng was frightened by his seemingly unreasonable reasoning. His hands trembled violently, as if he couldn't catch Chang Ge, and the strength in his hands was even worse. It was hard to control himself, and even the wounds left by the previous broken love thread collapsed. open.Ten fingers connected to the heart, bursts of pain.

Only then did Chang Ge discover that Zhu Zheng's fingertips were all wrapped in bandages: "Sir? Why did you hurt your fingers?"

Zhu Zheng didn't answer, his eyes trembled.

"Is it? In front of Xiangyang City, when you killed Situ Wen's guards? Was it injured? Sir?"

Zhu Zheng still? No answer.

"let me see."

Chang Ge was anxious to break free, wanting to take a closer look at his fingertips, but he didn't expect that just as he broke free, he was grabbed again with greater force.He had to glance at Zhu Zheng, only to feel that Zhu Zheng's face suddenly changed, and his fingers were frighteningly cold.

Zhu Zheng closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to restrain himself from breathing.

Chang Ge finally noticed something strange, and asked softly, "Sir, what's the matter?"

When he asked, Zhu Zhengshi couldn't restrain himself anymore, and kissed him tremblingly.