Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi kept his eyes on the small portrait, but nodded slowly.

Yu Jianguan wept with joy, choked up and said indiscriminately: "When you were young... I have always been very grateful to Miss Zhu who helped us get rid of the sour and fake vinegar."

Mu Zishi felt blood dripping from his heart: "No need, you should hate me."

Yu Jian paused, and said, "Anyway, thank you for your willingness to leave."

"Then you don't have to thank me..." Mu Zishi smiled faintly, "Go and thank the person who instructed you to come here."

Yu Jianguan turned pale in astonishment: "How do you know?"

Mu Zishi sighed inaudibly: "I guessed randomly...but even if I guessed right, so what? It's better not to know."

Yu Jianguan was dumbfounded, and was about to say something when Mu Zishi chased the guest away and said, "It's getting late, and I still have to pack up, so I won't see Miss Yu off."

Yu Jianguan had no choice but to get up, walked to the door silently, but turned back and said: "If the prince asks..."

Mu Zishi's voice had no ups and downs and was lifeless, like a lonely fallen leaf: "I am returning to Chenjing to follow the emperor's order and His Royal Highness's order. It has nothing to do with you..."

Looking at Yu Jianguan's suddenly bright and fresh face, he finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "I'm here to avoid injury, of course it has nothing to do with you."

Yu Jianguan frowned, and said suspiciously: "For the prince? I don't understand."

Mu Zishi smiled maliciously: "Of course you don't understand, you won't understand in your next life."

Furious in concern, Yu Jian's expression darkened immediately: "When is Mr. Mu planning to leave?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt a little too impatient, and hurriedly said: "I'm not urging, I just want to..."

Mu Zishi raised his hand and interrupted: "Soon. If my prediction is correct, the person from Chenjing who came to pick us up has already arrived in Yongliang City."

Watching the people in Yu Jianguan leave, Mu Zishi leaned back in his chair, feeling tired and desperate, with bursts of sweet smell in his throat, he tried his best to order: "You all go down, I want to be quiet. .”

A group of maids who looked like clay sculptures and wood sculptures came back to their souls, and hurriedly retreated, expressing their feelings in a clever way: "The servants are tight-lipped and will never say a word."

Mu Zishi waved his hand impatiently, and when he was the only one left in the room, he finally couldn't help coughing in a low voice and violently, blood slowly oozed from between his fingers, dripping onto the uninjured cheek and skirt on the painting scroll .

Qi Wushang has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow, but the green mountain has not changed the old appearance, and his smile is as clear and clear as a thousand peaks blooming, but his state of mind is now a piece of remnants.

Light up a lamp, pick up the unfinished painting and approach the flames, first a warm and bright golden red orange yellow, then turn into a withered dark color, and finally fall into thin ashes.

I have grown up long ago, and I am no longer what I used to be, but I still stubbornly stand in the river of time and watch, deliberately ignoring what I have to bear and repay now, just thinking that I am still that child, and being addicted to Qi Wushang seems to belong to me alone In the arms of a person, I can't extricate myself from the marrow, and I always think about this kind of day for a little longer, and a little longer, cherishing it and dragging it regardless, but forgetting that the dream will always wake up.

I don't know how long it took, the wick produced the last huge lantern flower with a sound of fluttering, which flickered out, and the room was filled with the frosty moonlight, and the autumn coolness was pervasive.

The expected footsteps stepped into the room, but Mu Zishi didn't raise his head, but quietly curled up in the wide chair, hugging his knees with his hands as if afraid of the cold.

Qi Shaochong stood there for a while, then Fang cautiously called out, "Zi Shi, why don't you light the lamp?"

Mu Zishi didn't answer, but asked, "When are you going to Chenjing? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

Qi Shaochong was startled, and said in a low voice, "You can stay longer if you want."

Mu Zishi's voice was calm and hollow: "I don't want to go, is that okay?"

Qi Shaochong smiled wryly, but said without hesitation, "Yes."

He took out seven or eight letters from his arms and put them in front of Mu Zishi: "These are the secret decrees given to me by my father, and I have never shown them to you...You just arrived in Yongliang, and my father asked me to take you back Beijing."

"You refuse to return to Beijing for a day, and the emperor will not allow me to return to the court and enter the Dajing Palace."

Mu Zishi looked at the stack of letter papers, and didn't look through them, but said calmly: "I have already guessed what the emperor means... These secret decrees are not something I should read."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he smiled: "Thank you, Your Highness, for allowing me these days. I did not hesitate to disobey the holy will, and stay in Shelu Pass as a prince... Muzi Shiming felt so deeply that he could only repay it with death."

Qi Shaochong didn't like it when he heard this, he hesitated for a moment, ignored it for the time being, and said: "Zi Shi, your complexion is not good... Please take a look at the doctor?"

Mu Zishi shook his head: "I'm just a little tired, just sleep."

Qi Shaochong was speechless for a moment, he just felt that Mu Zishi in front of him was far away from him that he had never seen in ten years.

The two sat opposite each other without lighting the lamp, the moonlight shone on Mu Zishi's face, as if a layer of snow had accumulated, Qi Shaochong couldn't help but persuade: "Now it's getting cold at night, you should rest earlier. "

Mu Zishi's voice was as soft as the end of spring in the south of the Yangtze River: "I'll wait for Wushang to come back...... Qiu Sikuang and five or so Hugh Mu, they went hunting together in the outskirts of the city, Wushang said that this winter will be very cold, he wants to hunt a fire fox Make me warm gloves."

Qi Shaochong only felt the piercing ear and heart, got up and said: "The people sent by the father have arrived in the city, let's set off the day after tomorrow!"

Mu Zishi hummed: "Okay."

When Qi Shao rushed out of the door, Mu Zishi suddenly whispered: "Shao Chong, you are indeed the younger brother of His Highness the Crown Prince, and the son of Empress Luo."

One day passed, Qi Shaochong and Mu Zishi set off for Chenjing, accompanied by a group of one hundred imperial guards, Qi Wushang rode his horse to see them off, from time to time he smiled with Mu Zishi in the car, or chatted casually.

Mu Zishi only carried the short knife with him, and left all the things he was used to in the Western Wei Palace, even the pens and inkstones on the desk, the scrolls next to his pillow, the unfinished landscapes, and the half-finished characters, he never cleaned them up, as if he Just leave for a moment.

Qi Wushang knew that he was going to leave, and he didn't say anything to stop him, and he didn't see the sorrow of parting. she……"

Mu Zishi immediately said: "I know, no harm, I understand."

So Qi Wushang stopped talking, and then lay down beside him, the two quietly read the idle books for half a day.

Such a reaction was beyond Qi Shaochong's expectations. He looked back and forth and thought about it coldly, but he still couldn't understand this third brother.

In a blink of an eye, the group had arrived at the gate of Yongliang City. Qi Wushang stopped the black cloud of blood, bent down, stared at Mu Zishi, his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars: "Take care of yourself, wait for me."

With trembling lips, Mu Zishi suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, buried his face in the hollow of his shoulders, like a traveler who was frozen to death, embracing a ball of flame, his whole body was trembling slightly .

"I can't wait anymore... I can't wait for you, I really can't bear it, it doesn't hurt... But I have to go, I have to go..." These words were all choked in my throat, with a hot and sweet taste, and I couldn't say a word. He spit it out, but hugged Qi Wushang tightly with all his might.

Qi Wu couldn't help himself, and finally said hoarsely: "Don't go, okay? I can afford it."

Mu Zishi was silent and slowly shook his head.

Qi Wushang knew what he wanted, smiled and opened his fingers one by one, and said: "Then go there... It's good to get rid of the knot in your heart. Don't worry, I will do what I promised you... Wait I."

After finishing speaking, he patted his cheek lightly, and galloped back to the city.

Seeing his back going away, Qi Shaochong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to look at Mu Zishi's face, but he moved a big stone in his heart, although the north wind was cold, it was so bitter and lovely, like wine like butter like spring breeze passing through everything.

Although the East Palace is the old place, after a fire ten years ago, it was different after the reconstruction.

Mu Zishi was still given to Zhaoxu Palace, this is Qi Shaochong's sympathy for the kindness between him and the former prince. What's the difference?

After being resettled, the servants came up to greet her. The leader had slender eyebrows and almond eyes, and looked very gentle. Mu Zishi looked at her for a moment and said, "You can change your name to Bi Luo."

The palace maid was slightly startled, then bent her knees and said, "Thank you sir for giving me your name, Bi Luo."

Mu Zishi helped her up with his own hands, and Biluo heard a very low and very soft sigh in a trance.

When it was time to light the lanterns, a layer of snow had accumulated on the ground outside, Qi Shao rushed through the palace corridors and entered the Zhaoxu Hall, Mu Zishi was still in the study and did not rest.

The study room was lit with earth dragons, it was very warm, the sandalwood desk was illuminated by silver lamps, and the two maids stood quietly with their hands down, a scene of prosperity and comfort, but for some reason, looking at the frail figure under the lamp, it made one feel gloomy. feel.

Qi Shao rushed forward and said softly: "I just arrived today, and the weather is cold, why don't you rest earlier?"

Muzi didn't lift the stone: "Today's work is over today, strike while the iron is hot, and die while sick."

Qi Shaochong said: "What's the rush?"

Mu Zishi smiled: "Write the memorial...Impeach King An Qi Yanche for being unkind, disrespectful, transgressive, cruel, presuming the holy will, and infringing on his subjects."

Qi Shaochong was taken aback: "How do you think Father will deal with him?"

Mu Zishi touched his cheek, feeling a bit of burning pain: "Deprive the king and rank and make him a commoner... Otherwise, my dignified young master of the East Palace will be slapped and criticized in public for no reason, will I still have the face to live? If I don't die, I will be poked in the back by scholars all over the world, and they will scold me for clinging to the powerful and powerful, and I have no backbone."

Slowly put down the pen, read the memorabilia appreciatively, and praised: "Every word is pearly, and the spirit is full of Changhong. I read it myself and my blood boils."

Qi Shaochong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Father will not abolish King An. For several years in Chiwu Terrace, Concubine Zhen has done a great job by accompanying him. If she hadn't taken care of her carefully, Father might not be able to take control of the world again."

Mu Zishi said leisurely: "It's up to me to impeach or not, and it's up to the emperor whether to deal with it... Besides, the emperor is not confused at all, maybe he just waited for me to be the villain."

Qi Shao rushed a few steps, waved Bi Luo and others to go down, and said in a low voice: "Chongxuanmen today, I told you..."

Mu Zishi's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing his sarcasm, and interrupted: "When Your Highness was too heavy on the Xuanmen, King Rui and King An were there, and the emperor's people were also there. The tone is perfunctory."

Seeing that his expression was very different from usual, Qi Shaochong couldn't help being a little startled: "What are you talking about?"

Mu Zishi looked down at his fingers and said, "Your Highness, what do you want...? I promised Prince Huichun that I would serve you and assist you wholeheartedly. What else do you want from me? Please To put it bluntly, as for the fact that there is a place for me on the side of the couch, it’s better to forget about it.”

Qi Shaochong was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Zishi, do you blame me for bringing you back from Yongliang? But I never forced you..."

There was tiredness in Mu Zishi's voice: "Your Highness, I really don't have the leisure to act with you again... Isn't it a good allusion?"