All your life is gentle

April is already quite warm, no need to burn the fireplace, but the nights are still chilly.There is a charcoal cage at the foot of Zishi's bed, a white sandalwood fence shelf is placed on the top, thick felt and colored satin cloth is spread, and cups, plates, pens and inkstones are placed on it for easy use.Now I am going to bed and rest, wearing only a single shirt, leaning on the quilt and reading a book while waiting for longevity.

Hearing the door knock, he raised his head.Watch him go around the screen, take a few steps closer, stand still at the other end of the desk, and put a square box in his hand on the table.

Zi Shi was first aroused by the curiosity of the box, it was dark under the candlelight, and the texture of the pattern could not be seen.Then he was startled by his expression, saying that being angry is not like being angry, saying that being depressed is not like being depressed, saying that being depressed is not like being depressed.After a few more glances, it seemed to be both. He twisted his heart hair and pursed his lips, very stiff.

When I went out before, I was fine... What kind of stimulation is this?

Put down the book: "Longsheng, what's wrong?"

When he entered the door, Chang Sheng thought he would slam the box on the table, with a dignified tone, and then start the interrogation.Unexpectedly, when I went around the screen, I saw him leaning on the bed with a scroll in his hand, and the room was filled with peace, tranquility, tranquility and warmth in the candlelight, and he immediately became timid.There is no reason to think of Zhuang Lingchen's words: "Don't dare... and can't bear it".Putting down the box, I didn't know how to speak for a moment.After standing for a while, he said: "They packed up the bits and pieces brought back from Shuzhou and found something like this. As they said, they lowered their heads and opened the lid of the box.

Zi Shi suddenly felt that the box seemed familiar.Just thinking about it intently, I saw him take out the familiar big booklet inside.

Uh... I groaned from the bottom of my heart, I only hated my good eyesight.

I thought this thing was burned together when An Chen died, destroying the corpse and obliterating the traces.Unexpectedly, the scourge has been around for thousands of years, but it followed here intact.

"Hey..." He laughed dryly.

In theory, Zi Shi thinks that this is really not a big deal, and there is absolutely no need to make a fuss over a molehill.His words and deeds in Xijing, his reputation and reputation have a far-reaching influence than a book of erotic palaces, and he doesn't feel the need to be ashamed of the person in front of him at all.But why, when I saw this book now, I couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive?

Suddenly remembered that there should be another one, and felt a "huh".

Changsheng looked at him.

Zi Shi remembered that later on, Zhao Ju had been practicing in the palace for the Yin-Yang Double Cultivation Book, but never brought it to Yingzhang Garden.Out of a strong sense of responsibility, I chose a very professional name called "Tandora Vinayadi Wang Prajna Huanxi Zen Heart Sutra". ...Could it be... Cough, it's considered a Buddhist scripture...

The amount of help.That's right, it's better to have one thing more than one thing less.

Seeing that he still had a rigid expression, he explained in a low voice: "I thought...it was already burned..."

"It's a pity to burn it with such care." The tone was blunt.

Zi Shi sat up straight and looked at him sideways: "Because I owed Yin Fu's favor at that time, I took this job to help him get rid of the disaster." Sun smiled, "It's just a erotic picture, it's better than paying for it with flesh A lot. Later, I also used this to knock Zhao Ju's big silver in the basement of Xiulantai Division. This business, after calculating the principal and interest, made a lot of money..."

Changsheng was most afraid of him talking to him in this tone.Hearing the word "flesh compensation", I felt terribly sad, like a blunt knife pulling back and forth on the rib and poking it a few times.But the impact of those inscribed poems on the screen was really too great, thinking of him flipping through the pages, writing each word, and then handing over others' hands and eyes, commenting on it... a pang of anger rushed back and forth in his chest, and he couldn't calm down.

There is no way to be angry with him, so I have to be angry with myself.He stood there sullenly and stopped talking.

Zi Shi looked at him, frowning and dejected, with a tangled and sad appearance, like a child who is at odds.

My heart hurts.

Many fragments of this erotic album came to mind, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, the distance in front of my eyes suddenly opened, and a certain emotion that once pained the depths of my soul came to me at this unexpected moment.He was clearly on the opposite side, but he seemed as far away as floating in the sky.He wanted to call his name, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.He wanted to reach out and hold him, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even lift his fingertips.

He could only sit on the bed blankly, letting the pain take away the strength in his body, the figure in front of him gradually blurred into an illusion, and he hoped not to get any warmth and support.

Changsheng sulked with himself for a while, and found that the surroundings were frighteningly quiet, and when he looked at him again, he was actually distracted!It's really unreasonable, and raised his voice: "Zi Shi!"

Zi Shi was awakened by him at once, blinked his eyes, and suddenly gained strength, knowing that he was thinking too much, everything that had long passed, was past after all, looking at his face, he was still feeling pity and pain, and he didn't know why. For himself, or just for the pity and pain itself, he endows life with reason, fate, meaning, and value.

"Come here." He said to the awkward kid who was a little furry.

Changsheng raised his leg in response, and stopped in time.

Zi Shi pushed away the quilt, knelt and sat by the bed: "Come here."

That at the same time, is teasing, to the bed.

The final sound of "Ya" was a little long, with a slight rising tone. At the same time, Changsheng's two legs seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, and they were pulled to the bed step by step.

Zi Shi straightened his waist, just at eye level with him.

Two people just like this, you look at me, and I look at you.

Looking at it, I didn't expect a subtle and private pleasure to pass through my body, and my fingertips couldn't help trembling——Changsheng closed his eyes, and an uncontrollable moan leaked from his throat, raised his arm to catch the release The hand that slipped into his neckline.

There was a chuckle in my ear.Crisp and soft, thin and brittle, it pops and shatters on the tongue, as if it melts in the mouth, and it seems to stick to the teeth.

The caught hand stopped moving, and the other hand crawled over.After a few rustles, Chang Sheng felt his waist loosen, and he took the belt away.

"Zi Shi..." His throat seemed to be stuck, and it was very difficult to say the two words.

"Ok?"

This sound had a strong nasal sound, and it took a few turns in the nasal cavity before it came out, pouring water on the body like bone-melting water, as soon as the long-lived bones softened, the arm that grabbed him dropped down .

"Crash!" The coat was unloaded on the ground.

At the moment when the last button of the inner coat was undone with his finger movements, Chang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, supported his head and neck with the other, and rushed forward, embed him firmly in the quilt, and at the same time put himself Hardly embedded in him.

"Ah! Longevity!..."

A close call.

The hair finally broke, and the boulder crashed to the ground, shaking up countless debris and smoke.Zi Shi was in this cloud of smoke and dust, flying and splashing with thousands of debris.

"Zi Shi! You're like this... I can't... stop..."

"Who... want you... stop... no... stop!"

In fact, after so much hard patience and restraint, there is no power that can stop this situation halfway.The only problem is, the so-called non-stop, how long is the cycle defined...

When the initial eagerness and intensity passed, Chang Sheng was finally able to control the energy of the crazy explosion in his body, and gradually grasped the strength and rhythm.After a few more rounds, he was able to take care of those subtle and sensitive moments, he sank one by one, and then floated up two inches, wandering and intoxicated...

Suddenly remembering that he hadn't heard his voice for some time, he woke up with a start.The excessively rapid pleasure before has actually caused a certain sensory blankness, as if lost by myself for a period of time for no reason.

Some inexplicable panic.

He hugged the person under him: "Zi Shi."

"Um……"

Although his voice was low, he was obviously still awake.The tip of the lightly frowned eyebrows was wet and slippery with sweat, and when fingers touched it, it seemed that it was about to smudge and melt away.

Changsheng knew he was out of control: "Does it hurt? I..."

After smoothing the center of the eyebrows with his fingers, he subconsciously found the small ink bead on the left, stopped and rubbed it repeatedly.

The person in the arms shook his head slightly, his head fled away and rested on his shoulder, revealing strings of gorgeous and bewitching peach red on the side of his neck.

Changsheng kissed it as if he was summoned.

A hazy sigh that concealed some kind of satisfied and empty emotion drew his neck back a distance.

When he was about to follow the past, Chang Sheng saw his eyes half-opened, lowered them slightly, gave himself a half-hearted smile, and closed them again.Hanging his arms around him, his head slowly raised, leaving a beautiful line in front of his eyes.

The collar around the neck was soaked with sweat, as if engraved in the skin.The pendant turned around at some point, and the back, which was as smooth as white jade, almost merged with the chest...

Changsheng suddenly realized from those eyes and smiles, and understood the unique significance of the erotic album to him.

He sees him.

in every dark night.

Every sleepless night.

Every night I watch alone with an empty bed.

Every one thinks about him, waiting for his night.

Holding the Baiyun Hongye pen, dipped in tung branch pine smoke ink, and wrote the most lingering and most fragrant poems in the world on the gold silk jade paper.However, behind the powdery, balsamic and greasy, every stroke is soaked in loneliness and solitude.And that hopeless loneliness and loneliness were clearly carved into the bones by Gu Changsheng, using the most gentle and cruel methods, one knife at a time.

He saw him at last.

On a dark night.

A lingering night.

A lonely night.

A gentle and cruel night.

Somebody thinks about him and waits for his night.

Waiting for a catastrophe.

Changsheng finally understood that those loneliness and solitude and tenderness and cruelty were the places where he, as a lover, felt sorry for him the most.

One by one, in this life and in this life, there will never be compensation.

The person in the arms has a softness and docility that has never been seen in his life, and his expression is mesmerized and intoxicated.Tears hung on the long eyelashes, whispering quietly as if alive, branding all his unspoken words in his heart stroke by stroke.

In the seventh year of Yongqian, the young Huarong Empire gradually took on a vigorous and fresh look unprecedented since the founding of the country due to the young prince presiding over the government.

In terms of territory, since the surrender of Xijin in the sixth year of Yonggan, the Huarong court has taken over the entire Great Xia and Kyushu; not only that, His Royal Highness has conquered Qingqiu Zishui in the northeast, and Yulu's family has surrendered; and the large plateau desert in the northwest belongs to Xirong. Huarong's territory expanded to the highest point in the history of the Great Xia Kingdom.

The world is united.

The countries in the Western Regions, the barbarians in the north, the overseas islands, and the southern borders are gradually gaining new impressions of this resurgent empire.

Wanfang is about to go to court.

This year, the imperial court was busy with Annei.

Shuzhou is in transition, Chuzhou is suppressing bandits, and pirates are raging along the southeast coast.

Bai Qi, the governor of the navy, has always been highly relied on by the court, and played an irreplaceable and important role in the process of pacifying Chuzhou and Shuzhou, but he has not been reunited with his family for many years.The prince specially asked the imperial decree to call him back to Beijing. After his encouragement, he was given the important task of defending the southeast coast and allowed his second son to accompany him.

The establishment of the navy is relatively independent. In contrast, the reform of the marine force is imminent.Hua Rong's founding of the country was short-lived. In the first few years, the emperor's main energy was spent on learning to be the emperor and manipulating the court, and the military inevitably lagged behind.When the prince takes over, the court?The difference between the army and the troops of the former Jingbei king's lineage was immediately apparent, and the reform of the military system became an urgent task that surfaced.What's more, with the unification of the world, it can be expected that there will be no large-scale armed actions in a short period of time. It is reasonable to reduce the number of troops to save manpower: the military bases in various places that used to be emergency in special times in the past have gradually returned the land to the common people...

In any case, Fu Yang, as the founding monarch, was diligent and promising.Under his leadership, the Central Court made rapid and effective progress in general.However, the local officials in the prefectures and counties are mainly composed of the old Jinxia people who surrendered first and the Xixu Rong officers stationed in Ningmadi, and their ideological quality and ability level are quite average.The vast majority of things are already doing well, and there is no way to expect to achieve anything. Therefore, the people's livelihood and the economy are basically in a state of natural recovery.How to transform these people is a big problem.

……

In short, Changsheng and his subordinates are very, very busy with many things.

In addition to public affairs, state affairs and world affairs, there are also family affairs and private affairs.

In Shunjing, July and a half, autumn is breezy and crisp.Autumn in the north of Lianjiang obviously comes earlier than in the south.

Several plain-looking carriages left the city from Qingguangmen and headed straight for Pushan in the western suburbs.

Pushan is the location of the imperial mausoleum of the former dynasty. In the past, the princes and nobles of Jinxia liked to locate the cemetery nearby.Since the last emperor of Jinxia fled south to Shu ten years ago, this land of geomantic omens has almost disappeared.Not long ago, there were still ancient jackdaws, barren forests and weeds, and all the decaying cemeteries were hidden among them, which was gloomy and desolate.

Even though he knew that Changsheng had made preparations in advance, Zi Shi got out of the car and saw the damaged garden and the clean rain path, which was quite unexpected.Chang Sheng stood beside him and explained in a low voice: "As early as three years ago, Emperor Father followed Mo Lao's advice and sent people to swallow up Jinxia's imperial mausoleum. Worshiping the private tomb. That’s what I said, but I’m actually afraid of attracting taboos and dare not come. This trip can also be regarded as an aunt’s identity, as a demonstration, and I only say that I’m here to worship the ancestors.”

Zi Shi glanced at him sideways: "I said you are so diligent!"

Ordinary people only act for the benefit of the public, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to act for the benefit of the public.

Putting his hands behind his back, he muttered in a low voice: "Where did you pick up the aunt for nothing..."

Like him, Chang Sheng put his hands behind his back, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and stopped talking.

Zigui helped Han Wan get out of the car, and took Han Shu's urn out of the car with both hands.

Zhuang Lingchen sat in the last car, and now he got down early in the morning and rushed to the front to lead the way.Ni Jian led the prince's personal soldiers who changed their costumes to perform security work around.

Zi Shi frowned when he saw Zhuang Lingchen.This trip is purely a family affair, so I really don't see the need for Mr. Secretary Lang to appear on camera.Of course there is nothing wrong with Mr. Secretary Lang.As a subject, he is loyal and capable; as a friend, he is smart and reliable; however, as a brother-in-law...

Zi Shi thinks that he has never judged people by their appearance, and practiced prejudice.The problem is that every time Mr. Lang, the secretary who is so courteous, is compared with his own sister... the brows can't be relaxed no matter what.It's a pity that this trip was mostly arranged by others from the beginning to the end, and the people around them just provided a high-sounding reason, so the family affairs were no longer purely family affairs, and the existence of Mr. Secretary Lang suddenly became very legitimate and normal.

Humming in my heart, I lifted my legs and walked forward.

Zigui didn't find a chance to secretly tell Han Wan the truth until he brought Han Shu's ashes back to Shunjing and knew for sure that Zhao Ju was dead.This matter is a secret, the less people know the better, Han Hou and his wife did not disclose it at all.

A group of people walked into Han's cemetery, the tallest one in the middle, Zi Shi looked at the writing on the tablet, it turned out to be the tomb of General Fubo Han Chao, the former navy admiral.The era when Han and North Korea were alive coincided with the afterglow of the sunset in Jinxia. They were lucky to enjoy the last period of prosperity, but they died because of worrying about current affairs.

The tomb had already been prepared, and the son Gui placed Han Shu's ashes in the ceremony of mother and daughter.After a short time, the burial was completed.Because neither the mausoleum nor the monument could be erected, a ginkgo tree was planted on it.There is no table for offering, and everyone holds a stick of incense, worships and prays, and then it is over.

Zi Shi looked around and saw that the cemetery was full of towering pines and cypresses, quiet and deep.However, not far away, beside the road and on the hillside, the ginkgo leaves trimmed with gold and the branches of maple trees stained with red clouds are mottled and gorgeous.Looking up, the sky is blue.

I can't remember how long it has been since I went out like this, and I didn't see the vast and high sky and the colorful and beautiful land like this.Unexpectedly, the first time she went out in Shunjing was for a belated funeral.There is some emotion in my heart, but it is not too sad.After all, those tragic past events have already passed.This funeral is sad but not sad.

At this moment, Han Wan came over suddenly and bowed to Chang Sheng: "Your Highness."

Changsheng bent down to return the salute, it is inconvenient to address him, so he simply omitted it.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Although the mood was complicated, as far as the matter itself was concerned, the other party really had good intentions.After thanking her, Han Wan hesitated a little, and said, "I think, please allow your Highness to take the child and pay homage to her parents."

Several people were taken aback.Back then, Xie's entire family was copied and beheaded, and after Xijing recognized their relatives, no one in the Han family mentioned where Xie Sheng and his wife were buried, and Zi Shi's brothers and sisters naturally did not dare to ask.Only for serious crimes, the whereabouts of the remains are unknown.Never expected that Han Wan would bring it up at this time.

Walking to the most remote corner of the cemetery, there is a mound without a monument.Han Wan stopped in her tracks, tears streaming down her cheeks: "The burial here was originally a naturalized domestic servant. The second sister and I spent a lot of effort back then, but in the end we could only wrong the third sister and brother-in-law... "Thinking of the two younger sisters returning to their homeland, their husband and son can only bury their bones hastily in a foreign country, and feel even more heartbroken.

Zigui fell to his knees with a "plop" and put his hands on the ground, tears rolling down his face.The two words that I had never called face to face in my life were blocked in my chest and could not come out.When she was finally able to make a sound, it seemed that she had left her body together with her lungs.

"Father...Mother..."

I don't know how long it took, and found that Zi Shi was crying by his side, and quickly dragged him to stand up: "Brother, I'm fine... It's been so many years, there's nothing to be sad... It's cold on the ground..."

"Ah, it's okay. I just...seeing you and your aunt crying so hard, I suddenly want to cry for our parents..."

Changsheng held his hand beside him.I knew that this trip would definitely hurt his mind and body, but he had to come, there was no way to avoid it.

His Royal Highness stood in front of the grave and lit a stick of incense. Master Zhuang and Commander Ni also came to pay homage to the former General Weiyuan.

Changsheng said to Zishi: "Choose a date later, and relocate the two elders to rebury them. In the name of Zigui, let's rebuild the mausoleum and erect a monument."

Zhuang Lingchen responded from behind: "I'll arrange it right away."

Changsheng looked at the situation and couldn't stay any longer, so he immediately ordered to return to the city and return to the mansion.

Back in the mansion, Changsheng never went out again.Zi Shi squinted for an hour, and got up to eat a few mouthfuls of food.At night, the two of them talked about this and that, and Shenkufang slowly became cheerful, not as sullen and unhappy as during the day.

Changsheng specially wanted to make him happy, picking all kinds of jokes from all the officials and ministers.On weekdays, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in it, and no matter how funny it is, he has to be patient; when the two of them are alone, they often have other more important things to say, such as laughing for Bo Xin's sweetheart, opening a special stand-up comic, It was really the first time.

Zi Shi was amused by him a few times, and his chin was distracted: he is much wiser than the princes in Fenghuo Opera...

"...Didn't you say my clothes look good last time? Let me tell you, there are plenty of people who don't think they look good. Marquis Xinyong, the Fourth Emperor's Uncle, asked someone to remove all the embroidery on all his court clothes. I was surprised when I came back the day before. When I saw him still wearing the same clothes at the canonization ceremony, I asked someone to find out that he had been like this for the past two years, and my father didn’t want him. I got used to seeing everything up and down, let him A person with big patches all over his body standing facing upward..."

Zi Shi laughed and said: "He must be dissatisfied with the emperor's father's promotion of Xia Hua and his reuse of Xia Chen."

"That's right. Fortunately, dissatisfaction is nothing but dissatisfaction, and he doesn't dare to confront his father. It's just venting. Now he enjoys happiness at home every day, and doesn't show up until important ceremonies. Everyone hasn't seen his big patch for a long time... ..." The words seemed to be quite regretful and missed.Suddenly he shook his head and laughed: "I heard that the fourth uncle made such an appearance for the first time, and the next day, Mo Lao removed all the fur inlaid on his court clothes, and ran to stand with him..."

Zi Shi slapped the table: "Since ancient times, loyal ministers have lived and died, what's the name of Mr. Mo? Undressed remonstrance? Ah, no, hair removal remonstrance..."

Changsheng laughed "poof", and the two fell down together.

His Royal Highness had the last laugh, and lamented in his heart: When I see Secretary Ling Mo Siyu in the future, I will inevitably think of his three words, but how can I bear it? — Difficult, it is really difficult.

"...I recently transferred Cheng Jinghou, also known as the eighth emperor's uncle, from Dong'an Mausoleum back to Gyeonggi. The eighth uncle thanked his son, wrote a letter to the father, and wrote a letter to me. I don't know who I heard. It was his idea that he wrote the note for me."

The Xirong language is recorded in Xiawen. Many Xirong nobles cannot write Xiawen, so they find someone to write it for them.

Zi Shi said: "His Royal Highness prefers people with both civil and military skills, Cheng Jinghou is here to win your appreciation.

Changsheng showed a ridiculous expression: "Who doesn't know? The staff must have written a copy for him. It's a pity that the copy was wrong. All the characters for 'hand', with the hook reversed, all became 'hair'. Could it be Can't the people around see it? They didn't even remind them..."

Zi Shi covered his mouth with his hands, and burst into laughter after a while.He patted his chest vigorously: "The people around me can't see it, they don't dare to speak out! Haha...a prime minister with hair removal, a general with long hair—poor father of the emperor, poor prince, ouch..."

Chang Sheng smiled and shook his head, while hugging him: "Take it easy, I'll get sick later.

After a rest, he said again: "The most hateful guy is Zhuang Lingchen. Guess what he said when he saw this note?"

Zi Shi stopped laughing and raised his eyelids: "What are you talking about?"

"He said that it was recorded in "Benmo of the Northern Dynasties" that in the past when the officials of the Rouran tribe ruled the Xia people, they often wrote the hook of the word "seven" backwards,

From this, it can be speculated that Cheng Jinghou may have the blood of the Chile people who moved westward from Rouran in the past. This unique preference has been passed down by his ancestors for hundreds of years-do you think this mouth is wicked or not?Don't know if it's true or just nonsense. "

Zi Shi finally couldn't help laughing: "It sounds quite true. But I'm not sure if there is such a detail in "The Northern Dynasty". Being in the center, it would be a disaster if such frivolous words of Meng Lang spread out. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so kind, he is allowed to be presumptuous."

Changsheng knew that he deliberately made use of the topic, pretending to be confused: "How can he be so ignorant, just joking in private. However, Zhuang Lingchen has been surprisingly diligent recently, reading books every night, and showing off a few words during the day."

Zi Shi continued indifferently: "Maybe Mr. Zhuang wants to prepare for the imperial examination again, so that he can earn the number one scholar and fill the gap in his life."

Chang Sheng faced him, remained silent for a while, and asked, "Why don't you like Zi Gui to like him?"

Zi Shi was stunned, then turned his head: "I didn't." Then he added, "I told Zigui earlier that I won't interfere with who she likes."

Chang Sheng straightened his head and turned to himself: "Duplicity." Seeing the sullen look, he sighed in his heart, and gently kissed his lips with consolation, "You will make things difficult for me if you do this."

Zi Shi sat there dumbfounded.Leng Buding resentfully said: "I am such a beautiful younger sister, why did I marry that uncle fox?"

Changsheng laughed. "Uncle Fox" - it turned out that Secretary Lang was a candidate for brother-in-law, and this was how he positioned himself in his heart.

"He's just 30 years old, just in his thirties, how can he become an uncle? Zi Shi doesn't speak. There is a difference of eight or ten years between men and women. According to the standards of this era and the world, it is indeed appropriate.

"What is it that you don't like about him? Tell me."

"It's not that he's bad. It's just that I hope... Zigui's husband-in-law can be younger, more handsome, and... more honest." Pause, "His Royal Highness, your secretary Mr. Lang ,smart."

Changsheng was a little surprised.After thinking about it, I understand.sigh.

Zi Shi looked at him, and said slowly: "At that time... Zi Zhou had just left, and I was seriously ill. Zi Gui was lonely and sad. I regret it later, but I have to see how much sincerity Mr. Secretary Lang can show, so I suggest that she wait a little longer and make more friends with other people..."

A few months later, on the eve of the New Year, Secretary Lang Zhuang Lingchen entrusted General Ni Jian, the deputy commander of the Dianqian Division, as a matchmaker to prepare a pair of male and female geese and carp, and formally propose marriage to Zi Shi, asking to marry his sister Xie Zigui.