Biganchun

The stars in the sky appear slightly, and the moon is in the sky.

After Zhan Zhao handed over his errands for the day and walked out of the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, it was already the beginning of night.

Turn around along the road, and after a short walk, you will arrive at Zhuque Lane.Under the thin moonlight, it can be seen that there are some wormwood and calamus hanging at the door of every house.

Duanyang is here every year, and now it is coming again.There is a saying in the saying: "Cake on the first day, rice dumpling on the second day, snails on the third day, ai on the fourth day, and dragon boat sacrifices on the fifth day".Today, on the fourth day of May, it is time to hang moxa over the door to ward off evil spirits and eliminate filth.

When I walked to the familiar house, I didn't see a branch and a half leaf on the door.

He smiled slightly—it was her true nature not to be in the same rank as Qunfang.

Zhan Zhao raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door of the house, but unexpectedly the wooden door was originally ajar, and it opened with the touch of his hand.

The dark fragrance is floating, just when the jasmine is first blooming.Before the flowers and under the moonlight, four-color dishes had already been prepared on the stone table, and a peat tea stove was set up in the middle, with a black and green tile bowl simmering on the stove, the soup was boiling and the color was clear, and the tea was slowly smoking.But I saw Qingcheng sitting alone in the court, with his left hand holding his chest, and his right hand holding a wooden spoon, slowly making tea soup.

When Zhan Zhao walked into the courtyard, he saw Qing Cheng raised his head. The two looked at each other and smiled happily at each other.

Zhan Zhao sat down on the stone pier opposite her, and said apologetically, "I'm late today, I'm tired of waiting."

Qingcheng shook his head slightly, lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand, took out a cup of tea from the earthen bowl, and handed it to Zhan Zhao: "The dishes are already cold, but this tea is just right."

Zhan Zhao took the teacup, took a sip, at first he only felt the tea soup was pure and slightly bitter, but after a while, the aftertaste was heavy on his teeth and tongue, it was actually endless for a while.

Qingcheng raised her eyes and saw that there was a look of surprise on his face, and asked quietly: "How is it, how does it taste?"

Zhan Zhao said with a smile: "I don't know much about tea, but the taste of this tea is very special... It seems to contain mint, cork, plantain, and... Prunella... there must be other things, I don't know what it is..."

Qingcheng's eyes lightly swept across the tea bowl on the table: "It's not easy to taste these four flavors. It must be that you have walked on the rivers and lakes in the past and gained a lot of experience... There are six flavors in this tea, except for the four you mentioned. There are also two tastes, which are nothing special, but they are things you see on the doors of every household today, but you can't think of them for a while."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows and sighing: "So that's it... I didn't expect that wormwood and calamus can be used to make tea..."

He took another sip and smiled slightly: "This tea is so special, presumably it has a special name?"

Qingcheng didn't answer, just stood up, turned around and walked to the corridor.The night wind was like a whistling, gently blowing the black hair on her temples.

She said slowly: "Just now, I was sitting here cooking tea while waiting for you...Inadvertently, I thought of a poem from the Tang Dynasty, which is quite suitable for the situation tonight...North and south, east and west, life will be endless. Ge Zao, but went to Xuandu..."

Zhan Zhao also stood up, walked behind her, and continued, "The clouds are as wide as the sky, and the sound of the spring falls to the lonely stone. When will we meet early, let's cook calamus together..."

Qingcheng turned around and said in a low voice: "When did we meet early... Looking back on the past since we met, I still can't understand what kind of person you are..."

The starlight is like a dream, and the whispers are whispered. This situation makes people's hearts sway, and their meaning disappears.

At this moment, the sleeve of Qingcheng's right arm flicked, and there was something in his palm.Zhan Zhao took a breath, and took a quick step back, but her right hand stabbed out like lightning, with a flash of sharpness, and with a sound of rip, the clothes on Zhan Zhao's left chest were ripped open.

Qingcheng glanced at Zhan Zhao, his body shook slightly, and he stopped in place.In the dark night, the object in her palm floated to the ground - it was a sharp and brittle calamus leaf.

In the courtyard, the wind blows and the fragrance is far away, and the world is completely silent for a while.

The moon was shining brightly, and under Zhan Zhao's punctured clothes, the sword wound had healed into a dark purple scar.

Qingcheng raised her head and said slowly: "I still can't understand... what kind of person you are..."

The same sentence, uttered from her mouth, is already cold, without any affection.

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled faintly: "It turns out that what was set up in the courtyard tonight was actually a grand banquet."

The smile on Qingcheng's face has long since disappeared: "Yes, I invite you here not to drink tea and discuss poetry with you, but to ask an answer!"

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly in his heart—this time he lied to Qingcheng that his injury had been protracted for a long time. Although he knew that she might see it through, he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Qingcheng took a step forward, and said in a Xiao voice: "Last night on the street, you were eager to save people, and you never thought that the bird-throwing technique you used at that moment would never be able to be used by a wounded person...Actually, that day I was fighting with Bai Yutang on the imperial street, and when you met his palms, I should have been vigilant... I really don't understand why everyone in the world thinks of a gentleman, why what I see in my eyes is full of lies little man?"

She looked up at him, her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "I didn't want to pursue the matter of Tianzhang Pavilion. But now you lie to me again and again, what is it for?"

Every sentence is pressing, and he is not allowed to dodge and refuse.

Zhan Zhao was silent for a long while, then sighed, "The matter of my recovery was indeed hidden from you...the reason is hard to explain."

Qingcheng sneered: "I hate being deceived the most in my life. If you can't make this matter clear tonight, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of here easily!"

Zhan Zhao is hesitant in his heart—should it be this time between the two of them to be open and honest, to be frank with each other?

He stared at her for a long time, and finally said slowly: "I hid the matter of my recovery... because... I don't want you to leave here."

Qingcheng's whole body was shocked, and he stood silently.After a long while, he turned around and said coldly: "I am a free body. Given the size of the world, I can go wherever I want. Don't you think it's too wishful thinking to keep me here?"

Zhan Zhao slowly shook his head and said, "It's a pity...although the world is big, there is only one place for you to go...and that place is definitely not the place you should go to!"

Qingcheng was startled, and turned around with a wave of her sleeves: "You... how do you know where I'm going?"

Zhan Zhao met her eyes, and said slowly: "Although you and I haven't been together for very long, I can guess a little bit of your intentions... The place where you want to be with all your heart is the place where the party and the country run— Xingqing Mansion... What you want to do with all your heart is to end Li Yuanhao's life... Am I wrong?"

That day, in Xiangyang Prince's Mansion, Zhan Zhao suffered a stroke and was rescued by Qingcheng.When his skills recovered, Qingcheng invited him to explore the skyscrapers together.What she said at that time was very meaningful——

"...my life...can't be ruined in this Xiangyang palace tonight..."

After hearing the old affairs of Ganzhou in the Chongxiao Tower, Zhan Zhao's heart turned, and he understood the meaning of these words - after Zhao Jue, the person who will revenge in her life must be that party leader.

Qingcheng sighed deeply.If the two of them had to make it clear sooner or later, it would be better to make it clear at this moment, so that the difference will be clear from now on.

She said lightly: "That's right, you are indeed smart. Since you guessed this verse, you should also understand that my whereabouts have long been doomed and there will be no change."

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "You are wrong... This path is definitely not the path you should take."

Qingcheng said slowly: "I don't understand what you said."

Zhan Zhao said: "You understand... This is a dead end. Once you step on it, you will never return."

The floating clouds were dim, slightly covering the starlight outside the sky, and the shadows of the flowers in the courtyard became deeper and heavier.

Qingcheng said indifferently: "The Prince's Mansion in Xiangyang is also a dangerous place, am I still standing here right now?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "This time...it's different. Dang Xiang dominates the Northwest, Yuan Hao has a deep mind, Zhang Yuan is scheming, and Yipintang is vicious. With your ability, even if you can really kill Yuan Hao, you will never be able to get out of your body ... What's more, in the battle of the Sky Tower, you had other things in mind, and when you shot, you left room everywhere. Even so, you must have not forgotten the situation in the copper net formation. You and I can still stand here today , It cannot be said that it is all due to luck, but there are also many accidents... And today, once Zhao Jue obeys the law, you will have no troubles. After that, there will be thousands of difficulties and dangers. If you go, you will have no thought of caring about your own life. If you go this time, you will kill your life to avenge your hatred, you will sacrifice your life for benevolence, and you will never come back alive."

Qingcheng's eyes drifted across the shadow of the mother-in-law, and she smiled faintly: "You and I have faced the enemy side by side, and experienced life and death together. With such affection, why do you bother to curse me like this?"

Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice, "Did I say something wrong?"

Qingcheng's face was as calm as water, but his voice was full of agitation and sadness: "Perhaps, you are right. But even if it is a dead end, it is also my only way out! Dangxiang and our Yeluohe Uyghur are enemies of the ninth generation, and even more so. What's more, on that night 12 years ago, they destroyed my Ganzhou, burned my tooth tent, slaughtered my people, and wiped out my blood... You should understand that as long as the blood of Ye Luohe is still flowing on my body for a day, this hatred will last forever. The days will not end!"

Zhan Zhao frowned deeply and said, "Even if you kill Yuan Hao, the deceased is gone, so what's the benefit? With your own strength, how can you rebuild Ganzhou Uighurs? You will be like moths flying away. Huo, Ye Luohe's bloodline will be completely cut off in this world! With your intelligence, why can't you think about it, is the hatred accumulated for generations really worth your own death?"

Qingcheng said quietly: "Some things are inherent in nature, and there is no need for any reason at all. If I forget this hatred and live in this world, I will really be ashamed of Ye Luohe's ancestors!"

Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten what Princess Marseille said before she died 12 years ago?"

At the time of life and death, between mother and daughter, weeping every word and line, weeping heart and blood, entreating earnestly——

...tell Sokwang...no matter what...live...

Qingcheng lowered her head, with tears already appearing between her eyelashes.

Zhan Zhao said deeply: "Don't forget, your life was bought by Princess Marseille in exchange for the half of the treasure map back then. Her last wish before she died was not for you to take revenge and to take revenge. It's not for you to rejuvenate Ganzhou, but for you to replace thousands of people who have passed away and live well in this world!"

Qingcheng raised her head and said slowly: "If my mother knew the loneliness and pain I live in this world, she would not blame me for my willful behavior today... To the world, there is no difference between whether I live or die. .Even if I die, it will be just like the dew in the morning, no one will remember..."

Zhan Zhao frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid that someone will be sad when you say this... Your master raised you up and taught you amazing skills. Now that you haven't repaid your teacher's favor, you want to die with all your heart, are you right? Can you live up to the hard work she has spent on you in the past 12 years?"

Qingcheng shook her head and said: "My master is different from other people in the world. She has been kind to me like an ocean, but she doesn't ask me for repayment. She said that a person's life, no matter how long or short, is just a momentary birth and death. As long as you can get your wish, It is worthwhile to come to this world once. When I parted from her, we already knew the eternal secret of this life. If I gave up this life to take Yuan Hao's head, she will only be happy for me when she hears the news from afar ..."

Zhan Zhao sighed inwardly, and said again: "What about Aman? She is like a sister to you, so you can't bear to see her alone and helpless again in this world?"

Qingcheng lowered her head: "She...is a smart and sensible child, and she has always listened to me. I will definitely arrange her destination for the rest of her life. After all, she is still young. If I die, even if she feels uncomfortable for a while, she will live a happy life. After a period of time, it will inevitably gradually fade away..."

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Okay, even so, if you die, there will be at least one person in this world who will be sad for you... Could it be that you also have no regard for this person? "

As the night darkened, a shooting star flew across the Milky Way for half a day, its trajectory was twists and turns, and its brilliance was shining, instantly connecting the lone stars on both sides of the strait.

Qingcheng raised her hand and climbed down a jasmine branch in front of her.Holding the branch in hand, the dark fragrance fills the sleeves.

She frowned deeply, lowered her head, and said softly: "Stop talking..."

Zhan Zhao still said in a deep voice: "This person has been favored by you, and he promised to protect you well... This person made a pact with you to give you justice... This person was once pierced by you with a sword in the chest, But he also lied to you... All these things are all things that this person has never done in his life. From Fengxian Temple to Chongxiao Tower, from Kaifeng Mansion to this Zhuque Lane, since his life was entrusted to him, and he was entrusted with life and death, Why don't you want to listen to this person's words when you leave or stay here?"

Qingcheng's fingers clenched tightly tightly, and when she opened it again, the flowers and leaves rustled down and melted into the soil under her feet.

She looked up at Zhan Zhao.That scar was deeply embedded in the skin of his chest, and it would be hard to get rid of it in this life.

Who would have known that there was also a scar deep in her heart, which was deeply hurt by his words just now, and blood was gushing like a spring at this moment.

She closed her eyes and said sadly: "Do you think that if you say so, there will be any difference?"

Zhan Zhao took a step forward, and said deeply, "If there is no difference, why did you stay here after the imperial trial and hesitate to go? You hate others to lie to you, but why do you always lie to yourself?"

Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You...you must force me to such a degree? What I think in my heart, you don't understand at all! Have you ever tasted the tragic death of all your relatives overnight? ?Have you ever experienced that the world around you disappeared overnight? I am living in this world right now to repay this blood debt from Zhao Jue and Yuan Hao! Let alone today, even if I lost all my martial arts , the tendons and veins are all crippled, the eyes can't see, the mouth can't speak, as long as I breathe, I will never change a single bit!"

She staggered a few steps, returned to the stone table, and leaned over to support the table.The remaining smoke on the stove has not disappeared, but the fragrance of tea has completely dissipated.

Her heart was surging, and she felt a trace of blood in her throat: "You asked the name of this tea just now, and I will tell you now. The ingredients of this fried tea are originally seven flavors, all of which are bitter medicinal materials. It's just that the seasons are not harmonious, don't you?" The most important taste."

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Which flavor is it?"

Qingcheng said: "The lotus core. The seven flavors in this tea are mixed, and the mainstay is the lotus core. If you follow the ancient recipe, you must use the first lotus core that was picked that year. Aman just wanted to use last year's Chen core, but the taste is not right after all. I had no choice but to re-fry a bowl with the remaining six flavors. After a lot of hard work, I still have no chance for you and me tonight to drink the holy seven bitter tea."

Zhan Zhao moved, "Seven bitter tea?"

Qingcheng smiled sadly and said: "That's right. There are seven major sufferings for the living, and one tea has all of them. Artemisia argyi leaves are difficult to grow, Prunella is easy to age, cork is often sick, car fronts often die, calamus flowers are light in love and parting, mint is cold and heavy in resentment, Lianxin can't ask for it... If you want me to stay here, it's as if you must brew these seven bitter teas tonight.

Zhan Zhao pondered the deep meaning in his heart, and felt mixed up for a moment, and he choked his throat.

Tears, which have been borne for a long time, finally burst out.Qingcheng looked up to the sky and sighed, starlight reflected in his eyes, and he was overwhelmed.

"You go... I don't want to see you anymore..."

Nine heavens and ten earths, three realms and three lives, even if he is the most special person, he will eventually become a passer-by in his destiny, don't be in a hurry.

Compassion is not easy, you can't force it.There are so many sufferings, even if there is a time to dispel them, I am afraid that the front will follow the wind and never meet again.

The author has something to say: this Dragon Boat Festival has been hard, and Xiao Zhan and Qingcheng in the article have not had an easy time either.Thinking about this season, there were many twists and turns for Suzhen and Xu Xian back then, alas, don't complain.