Si Tian Guan

There is no difference between this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet and previous years, but there is an extra episode in the middle.

Halfway through the banquet, Bo Yan suddenly walked in quickly and whispered a few words in Emperor Yu's ear. There was a little commotion on the stage, and then it calmed down again.

Even if he is as dull as King Ning, his complexion becomes unattractive.

King Huai and King Qi left the stage one by one, and after a while, under the suspicious eyes of everyone, they each helped their mother and concubine back to the banquet.

Everyone here is here, and it's a lot of fun.

It wasn't the first time that the same scene was staged, and Liu Chongming could get a rough guess. Concubine Yu and Concubine Ming hadn't been called to the table before, and there would always be someone trying to play some tricks.

Xu Shi was drunk, he felt a little stuffy in his chest and dizzy, so he backed out from the side door.

After standing on the railing outside the hall for a while, the clever little eunuch came over with hangover soup, and he waved his hand away.

The things in the palace are not as useful as what he carries with him.

Licking the hangover medicine under his tongue, he suddenly missed the tree with pear blossoms floating, and the white pear blossoms under the tree. In a trance, he felt that the girl selling wine had turned into Qu Shenzhou, holding a wine glass to him, He asked him calmly—would you like a drink?

It's been a long time, and they haven't had a drink together yet.Although I don't like the taste of wine, but thinking about the person sitting opposite me is Qu Shenzhou, tasting mellow and sweet together, maybe it is the light that he pursues at the end of his busy life.

He wants to go home.

The yard with the sycamore trees, which used to be just a place to escape, has now become his real home.

It's only been half a month since I've seen him, it seems that it's been so far away for a lifetime, so far away that he faces the deserted Hou's mansion every day, and even wonders if there really was such a proud little fox raised in his other courtyard?

Originally, I thought that my memory would gradually become blurred, but in fact, as long as I closed my eyes, I could remember it so clearly.

The long hair that slipped through the fingers, the smooth and delicate back with scars, the soft and bent waist, and the two waists filled with water.

And the glazed eyes under the mist, he felt annoyed when he saw it, and even more annoyed when he left.

Teach him to think toss and turn every day, so he doesn't need any Jingjing Sutra.Desire is a shackle, and he wears it willingly.

It was his, he could think unscrupulously, and only he could touch unscrupulously.

Qu Shenzhou is his.

Just the thought of it cheered him up.

Fortunately, after the banquet tonight, I can go back overnight, and I don't want to stay longer in the Hou Mansion.

"Chongming?" Someone called him not far away, "Why did you come out?"

Liu Chongming turned his head, it was a familiar person, his second uncle Liu Weixian.

They sat far away tonight and didn't talk to each other all the time, but people like Second Uncle usually wouldn't say anything serious to him.

"Second Uncle," he called out, shaking his clothes slightly, and fanning himself, "The wine is hot, and I'm stuffy inside, so come out to breathe."

Liu Weixian was not in a hurry to go in, and called the little eunuch over, twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face, and said, "It's bored. What were you thinking just now, so happy?"

Liu Chongming raised his brows and smiled mysteriously: "There is a beauty here, thinking like crazy."

"Okay," Liu Weixian understood, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Brat, do you dare to be so profane in front of your father?"

"Second Uncle's words are wrong. Could it be that he wants me to have a good relationship with Second Uncle?"

The two laughed at each other.

They stood closer, and Liu Chongming realized that the smell on Second Uncle's clothes was much fresher than usual. In the past, every time we met outside, even in the yamen of the Ministry of Household Affairs, no one saw him, and he smelled the refurbished cosmetics first.

Probably because of this reason, in the big family, only my uncle has never had a good face towards my second uncle.

Fortunately, the second uncle regards the uncle as his own family, and he has a big heart and doesn't care about it.

At this time, he suddenly couldn't smell the fragrance, and Liu Chongming couldn't help but look at him a few more times. The second uncle, without the smell of makeup, seemed to be running out naked, which was weird.

Seeing his sizing up from the corner of his eye, Liu Weixian acted as if he didn't know, laughed, and asked him, "Or do you decide to go to Dali Temple?"

"Well, this is what the emperor told my father just now, and we will have a letter in a few days."

But everyone who knew him knew what he was running for, and no one said much, and Liu Weixian would not say anything about condolences, which would tear out people's wounds and whip them again.

"Alright."

The two had their own concerns and stopped talking.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival when the full moon was beautiful, Liu Chongming didn't want to go in and see the smog, he just wanted to get through the rest of the time quickly, Liu Weixian also seemed not aware of the situation where they had nothing to say, and stood with his hands behind his back.

The two stood like this for a short while, and a group of people gathered from outside the Taiji Hall. They hurriedly came down from the steps and came forward to salute.

Concubine Xian was still as usual, looking fragile, with Mu Jingchen supporting her, she accepted the gift with a smile, but she didn't leave immediately, she only looked at the shadow on the ground where the moonlight and candlelight merged together, and looked sideways again. Looking over at Mu Jingchen who refused to speak, he returned the courtesy slowly: "Liu Shangshu."

Liu Weixian stood with his hands folded, and called out respectfully again: "Concubine Xian."

He took a step back to the side, watching Concubine Xian and Mu Jingchen walk past him step by step, followed by each other, and entered the hall together.

Liu Chongming walked at the end, and saw Mu Jingchen glanced back, not at him, as if he was about to set his eyes on the second uncle, but when he saw his gaze, he turned back quickly.

Originally, he only focused on Mu Jingchen, but not long after, he turned to Concubine Xian.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, or the moonlight was too bright tonight, but he felt that Concubine Xian's makeup today was bright and beautiful, which was different from usual, and when he raised his eyes just now, even the little sickness was put away properly.

Maybe it's just... an illusion.

When Fang Jinxu, the emperor was tired and went back to the palace early to rest. Everyone sat for a long time, and only after Eunuch Yu came out to deliver the oral order did they leave one after another.

Liu Chongming saw Bo Yan when he was leaving the Suzaku Gate with others, and stopped to say a few words, only to realize that the harem was flooded in the middle of the banquet, and the emperor was afraid that the empresses would be frightened, so he announced that he would come to sit with him at the banquet.

He thanked him for leaving, even if he didn't ask, he would know that when the concubines gathered together and helped the emperor back to the palace tonight, there would be a fight between dragons and tigers.

Will my sister win?

So what if he wins now, can he keep that child for his sister?

In the past years, did my sister look at her father and his back, disappointed again and again?

"Shen Zhou..."

He whispered in his heart, and suddenly wanted to hug that person.

It was Haishi when I went back to my house and changed my clothes.

Liu Chongming didn't want to hear his mother crying inappropriately, so he usually just bid farewell to his father and went back to another hospital.My father would not go back to rest right away. Every year when he left, he would see his father drinking alone in the waterside pavilion.

"father."

He stepped onto the water pavilion, only a lantern was hung on the eaves, swaying in the night wind, the shadow of the water pavilion cast on his body, slanting the person into two halves, one was yin and the other was yang.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be swallowed by the surface of the water, and it was eerily quiet. He didn't dare to disturb him, and said softly, "I'm going back."

The shadowed half of his body moved, and Liu Wei was calling him: "Chongming, come and sit down."

Liu Chongming sat down opposite, and pushed a glass of wine in front of him.

"Chongming, you should have guessed that the emperor told me today about your future plans. The emperor said that you mentioned that you wanted to preside over the criminal department."

His eyes fell on the wine glass, and he asked calmly: "No, can you? The emperor will not deny it completely even for the Liu family's sake. Does he want me to take charge of civil affairs?"

Liu Wei was clearly aware of his obsession with his brother's death, and felt a little worried about him being so calm at this moment, thought for a moment, and sighed softly.

"Chongming, do you really want to be an official? Once you enter the officialdom, you can't be as willful as you were before. If you just want to look clean, you don't have to."

"Father, if I'm not only doing it for the eldest brother, will you support me to become an official?" Seeing his father's puzzled gaze, Liu Chongming asked again, "If I want to do more things, will you support me?"

"what's up?"

Liu Chongming straightened his body and drank the wine in one gulp, but his eyes were like blades, shining brightly from the candlelight of the lantern.

I don't know if it was because there was no one around me for half a month, and I was so empty that I recalled those teary eyes over and over again, or because my sister's decent and dignified smile hurt my eyes at the banquet, or because of Ling He's gritted teeth, "Happy with you!" ", he wanted to speak out his stomach.

He wants to get his first ally, the most reliable backing.

"I think Dayu will no longer be flooded with refugees everywhere."

"I think widows and young children can fill their stomachs, and men can earn money and food to support their wives and children."

"I think the perpetrators of crimes will be brought to justice."

"I think that people who worship dust will not fill the court."

"I think Dayu will abolish slavery," he thought of the dying figure curled up at Du Quan's feet.

"I want my sister... to have a son of her own, and I want that child to sit on top."

Every time he heard a sentence, Liu Weizheng's heart beat even more frantically. At first, he thought it was just a boy's raving, until he heard the last sentence, his heart seemed to be hit with a heavy hammer.

He suddenly found that his memory of his son seemed to stay in the past, and he was still the child who lay on the coffin and cried loudly when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

But in a blink of an eye, Chongming has grown far beyond his imagination, and it turns out that the person who has always stayed in the past is himself.

Not only when Qingyan died, maybe earlier, decades ago, his time had already stopped.

This youthful, frivolous, ignorant appearance is quite similar to what he used to be, and it made his nasal cavity sore.

When they were young, why didn't they think about fighting the wind and waves, dusting off the dust and clothing the new.And they did, pushing the man forward.

On the eve of the prince's ascension to the throne, they also celebrated happily with wine.

At that time, they thought that they were only one step away from their ideal, which was not only the ideal of Wufu Minfeng, but also the promise of a family. He thought that by tomorrow, he would be able to grow old hand in hand with that person.

Little did he know that this step would be a gap between heaven and earth, and he would never be able to cross it again.

In fact, he should have thought earlier that his Liu family has a deep foundation, with the Bai family as a shield, and that man is in charge of the three battalions alone. No matter who they are, they are enough to be called the emperor's big trouble, so how could they be allowed to be together?

The imperial decree did arrive, but it was Tang Xiyu, whom he had never met, a member of the empress's natal family, the emperor was even more relieved.

He didn't dare to look at the man's face, so he just lowered his head to accept the imperial decree. That was the most cowardly time in his life, and it was also a midnight nightmare for the rest of his life.

He thought more than once, what would happen if he broke the imperial decree and went to the ends of the earth with that person?But that was just a fantasy after all, he was responsible for the Liu family and couldn't afford to be willful.

That's it.

The shadow cast by the eaves of the water pavilion covered his wry smile, and he swallowed the wine together with a sob in his throat. He knew that his son was waiting for his answer, but he couldn't promise anything.

The person sitting here was no longer the inexperienced son Ah Zheng, but an empty shell.

"Chongming," he said slowly, with a hoarse voice, "tonight, you just know what I know. When you go to Dali Temple in the next year, don't put on the airs of the prince. The upper and lower are in harmony, deal with each other, seek everything, everyone knows Extremely."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his son's tall and straight figure relax, as if he was extremely disappointed with his answer.

With a cruel heart, he continued: "Your mother and I don't ask for anything from you. We only hope that you will be diligent and studious, keep your morals clean, and be worthy of the court's favor, so that you can comfort our ancestors."

"The Liu family has accumulated kindness for several years. It seems that the foundation is deep, but it is like walking on thin ice. Every step you take is related to the future of the Liu family, so don't act rashly."

Liu Chongming sat quietly for a while, wanted to get up and leave several times, but was full of unwillingness.The wine glass in front of him was filled, and he drank it in one gulp, filled it up, and drank another glass.

This wine has a taste that I have never tasted before. It is mellow in the mouth at first, but after swallowing, the bitterness and astringency that linger on the tip of the tongue are lingering for a long time.

"Father," he asked softly, "I heard that the ancestors of the Liu family, like the Bai family, were born as military generals. They fought in the battlefield and opened up territories, so they were granted the title of Marquis of Anding. What about their bravery and blood?"

Liu Weizheng was holding the light wine glass with his fingers, and the fine porcelain was rubbing the hard calluses in his palms, and he could no longer feel the pain.

"It's not what it used to be," he said.

"Son understands." Liu Chongming took the jug and poured a glass for each of them, "Father, it's getting dark, drink this glass, I'm going back."

He put down the jug, and when he moved his hand away, he saw two characters engraved on the handle of the white pottery pot - feast.

A sumptuous banquet, the host and the guests enjoy themselves, the prosperity dissipates, leaving only loneliness.

The author has something to say: This article not only involves the past and present, but also the grievances of the two generations, so it will be a bit long. Next time I write such a long story, I am a dog! !woof!

Will tomorrow's chapter be locked if I don't make it?