Chiwuxing

Chapter Ninety-Sixth - Color grants the soul and agrees with the heart, and the water and the milk go together

The emperor died, the prince fled, the prime minister committed suicide after failing in his attempt to seize power, and the general died after fighting against the enemy.The people of Yan State are living in displacement and war, and the disease and epidemic in the Weishui River have not been eradicated, and the belief of destroying the country has arisen again and again.

After the barbarian army occupied Fenying, they went east and heard that the tribes of Hu Qiang and Utron had swallowed up most of Qianchuan to the east of the Weishui River. "Xiang iron cavalry".

At the same time, the Hulan tribe had already attacked the city defense of the imperial capital. At this time, they were caught in the middle. They knew that they were weak and unwilling to compromise.Therefore, I brought my army back to Yanbei to attack the soil, and left it for the phoenix and wolf to fight on the water and soil in Yannan.

The wind is tight in late autumn, and the fallen leaves are left unattended, so they have to be blown away by the wind.Fu Chen stood quietly outside the threshold for a while. Seeing that the chill was getting more and more rampant, he turned around and entered the door.

The square inch where the young man stood was quickly covered by the dust in the air and disappeared without a trace.The end of the flag hanging beside the store was split into several strips, trembling in the autumn wind.The writing on the plaque on the tower is gray and fuzzy. After all, it is a bird bred in the bustling area of ​​the capital.

As soon as Fu Chen entered the main hall of the building, he happened to bump into the woman who had already got up and left.

He cupped his fists to salute, and seeing He Xujun took the initiative to say: "Tomorrow, I will send the girls under my command back to Hu Qiang for a while. Since the soldiers and horses of the Hulan tribe have returned to the north, I don't know for sure what they will do. where's the idea."

"It should be like this," Fu Chen said, "The main force of the barbarian army is here, and there is no need to labor them for the dangerous work of charging. As for Hu Lan's subordinates, there is no need to worry too much. Sooner or later, they will be able to weigh themselves. Naturally, the wolf master is better than the barbarian army here, if they are not stupid, they will send someone to make peace."

Huxun nodded: "That's right...then I'll go first."

"Princess, please."

When he was wronged, Hexu suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice: "... Chasa seems to be in a strange state recently, I don't know why, if it's about Yandi, you go over and have a few words with him .”

"I know, the princess doesn't have to worry, she won't miss a major event."

Seeing his indifferent and alienated expression, Huxun couldn't help thinking, it seems that there may be more than one person who is possessed by the demon.

Fu Chen walked towards the end of the first floor, lifted the colorful bead curtain, and saw a man sitting silently at the table, playing a game of chess by himself.

He just sat on the opposite chair, and the two were silent.

Fu Chen suddenly thought that since the night in Fenying Palace on August [-]th, the two of them rarely found opportunities to talk about private matters.

There was fear and pain in his heart, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak.But in this case, Fu Chen couldn't bear to let the other party take the initiative to confess his heart and soul.He knew all the brutality he had gone through, how could he watch Zong Zhengxi return all these burdens by himself...

After staring intently for a long while, the man on the opposite side picked up the last black chess piece and made it. Shi Shiran raised his head:

"Look at what?"

Fu Chen moved his gaze to the chessboard, where black and white twins were intertwined, and asked nonsense: "Are you playing chess?"

"Want to learn?"

"you teach me?"

Zong Zhengxi was noncommittal, but Fu Chen laughed first: "Forget it, I can't see."

Having said that, there are still a few lights of recognition in front of his eyes.It's just that he is very clear, with such vague eyesight, it is only a matter of time before he wakes up in the early morning and suddenly goes blind.

"nonsense."

Fu Chen forgot, this kind of words touched the taboo of men, he quickly surrendered and said: "...I went to see someone just now, the doctor said that the pulse has shown vitality, and I will wake up soon...Miss Ni still I still can't take care of myself, so I am waiting outside the room day and night."

"envious?"

"No," Fu Chen shook his head and said, "I pity the two of them."

Zong Zhengxi put away the chess games that had just been set up one by one, and said, "Are you going to forgive him like this?"

"No," Fu Chen half-covered his eyes, and said, "but I know him, he's just like me, and he won't end well... He can treat me [-]% ruthlessly, and he can treat himself [-]% ruthlessly, without me at all Do it... maybe, I am not the only one who wants to do it, and he can laugh and choose for a long time before he dies."

The young man's voice was low and hoarse, becoming increasingly turbid and indistinct.

"...do you see what this is?"

Fu Chen raised his head upon hearing the sound, and saw the man shift the chessboard and put down two wine jars.As soon as the mouth was opened, the strong spicy smell suddenly wafted to the front of the nose.

Some wines are like people, once you taste them, you will never forget them.Even after many barren days, a brief reunion is enough to remind people of the past.

"'Burning Knife'?"

Zongzhengxi defaulted.

Fu Chen bent his lips and looked at him with a smile: "Where did you find someone who can make this?"

The man looked at him speechlessly, without making a sound.

Fu Chen was slightly surprised: "...What's wrong?"

"It's rare for you to smile sincerely," Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes, slowly moved the wine jar to the center, and said, "It's still for a few ounces of wine."

The tone of the man's speech is flat, and the listener has always had to figure out his emotions by himself.Fu Chen had known him for a few years, and even though he was used to it, he might not understand it every time.It's just that the vague displeasure in this sentence is because of the past or something else.

"These dead things are stronger than people most of the time," the young man's smile faded, "... right?"

Zong Zhengxi's expression was slightly indifferent: "In the future, if you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. No one will check how happy you are."

"...Laugh at yourself, can't you?" Fu Chen was surprised why he was so caught up in such a trivial matter today, and said instead, "I just didn't expect that after three or four years, I could still see the wine I drank before. Good wine..."

After he returned to the imperial capital, he searched around secretly in his private time, but he couldn't find the figure of the wine maker.Since Yan Ting promulgated the liquor system, all taverns in Beijing have stopped working.The adulteration of official alcoholic beverages is a recognized fact, and those who can produce such high-quality spirits must not be easily deceived with money to smash their signs, so it is even more difficult to find them at this time.

"This tavern is on the private profit-seeking list of the Xiangfu, and Ni Cong still has documents for record in the study room." Zong Zhengxi poured two bowls of wine and said, "Since the owner changed, the later tavern manager can use this I have gained a lot of benefits at the Xiangfu."

Fu Chen tilted his head slightly, this was the upper-class seat on the first floor, so he was facing a pair of pens and inks hanging in the middle of the hall.He stared carefully for a long time before he could see a few words clearly, but the ups and downs of the trend were somewhat like those of someone he had seen.

Seeing him staring at the wall without moving, Zong Zhengxi asked, "What do you see?"

"...Ni Congwen's pen and ink?"

"I'm afraid it's a small tavern that can't accommodate the handwriting of the prime minister."

"That's right," Fu Chen took the poured wine bowl, and took a sip into his throat. It still had the familiar sharp taste, as if a sharp knife had been swept across it.He just thought of something, raised his bowl forward again, and said, "...I respect you a bowl."

"What do you respect?"

"Your wish is fulfilled."

Zong Zhengxi looked at him, touched the bowl in his hand, and poured the wine into it.

This tavern has not been cleaned and repaired for a long time, so when the door is wide open, the autumn wind slips in even the cracks in the window corners, the horns and copper locks are shaking, insects and ants are secretly gnawing on the rotten wood, and there are insects coming from nowhere. Weird sound, dancing rhythmically with the wind.The subtle rustling noises are not disturbing, but only add to the sadness.

It's a pity that there is no piano music to add to the fun... and fortunately there is no such strings to disturb each other.

Fu Chen filled another bowl for him.

"Come again." Lifting his own bowl, the young man motioned to him.

"Give me an explanation?"

"Respect the wicked and punish them."

The man poured down his throat again, but there was no pause.

The wine in Fu Chen's bowl was also low, and he got up to fill it up for the two of them.

"Respect life and death."

"Respect heaven and earth without benevolence."

"Respect...Although you are alive, you are still dead." Fu Chen frowned and wanted to drink again, but his wrist was grabbed by the opposite person.

"It's the other way around," the man stared at him deeply, and corrected every word, "Jing, even though you're dead, you're still alive."

After all, he finished the last bowl again.

The man must have cultivated his drinking capacity all the year round when he was garrisoned at the border. Of these two full cans, he has more than one can to himself.Such strong shochu was swallowed by the body at this time, and there was no sign of blushing and loss of composure.

"Respect... Even if you are dead, you are still alive..."

Fu Chen was almost defeated, while sipping a sip, he secretly looked up at him.

The pale light of autumn evening leaks a little from the panes, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.The starry gray hair between the man's temples fell to his shoulders, a little less strict and a little more wild.

I don't know if the young general who walked away alone with a knife in those days also drank alone before dismounting from his horse in the moon, and the white frost in his hands was not as good as the wine stains hanging between his jaw and lips.

It once reflected everything in the world, and also reflected the bright moon and lonely stars.

Fu Chen sighed regretfully and put down the bowl.

"what happened?"

"The wish you said last time has not been fulfilled."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"...Think it over," Fu Chen fixed his eyes on him, "Don't break your promise."

"Everything is within my capabilities." Zong Zhengxi saw the young man stand up abruptly, and seemed to feel it, and slightly tilted the wheelchair.

As if encouraged, Fu Chen leaned over and threw himself on Zong Zhengxi's body through his drunkenness, and hugged him tightly, but he still didn't dare to look up at him.

"...Is it okay?" The young man tentatively asked, but he didn't dare to relax his hands.

He noticed that the man was not in a good mood tonight, and even felt a little irritable for no reason.But what he can't say, he has to understand with actions, hoping to take the initiative to do something, is better than always being neither awkward nor awkward, and he doesn't like it either.

"Is it possible..." Zong Zhengxi's tone was cold and serious, but people who knew him knew that there was some rare teasing in it, "Will you let go?"

"……I do not want to."

"Then you've wasted an opportunity."

Fu Chen lowered his hands and trembled, not sure, not delusional.

Zong Zhengxi collected his solemn expression and tightened his arms: "Fu Zijie."

"Huh?" Fu Chen's face froze, but he didn't move.

"Fu Zijie."

"……it's me."

"Remember," the man closed his tired eyes, and his five fingers sank deeply into the young man's bony spine. For a moment, what he thought of was, how could there be such a stupid person in the world, who could take away his heart. I don't know the tenderness.

"If you want to do anything in the future, just do it."

"I..." For the first time, Fu Chen felt deep regret and willing cowardice, because he didn't have the opportunity to read those poems, books and prose, and didn't know how to be sure of the hidden meaning in those words, "You..."

It was a rare kind of bitter grief, he had been bumpy all these years, and at this moment he only wanted an answer.At least teach him to know that those unreasonable hatreds, those unreasonable fates, those gloomy and abandoned dignity, after all, have a place to return and make up for.He has fallen so many times in the past, how can he allow himself to be deceived?

It's a pity that he doesn't have much left to lose, and if he makes another mistake, it will cost the life of the person in front of him in less than two years.

The young man exerted some strength, even regardless of whether the other party was in pain or not.There are layers of wrinkles between the eyebrows, as if the pain that has been crushed by the mountains these years, is heavy like revenge, and gentle like distressed.Suppressing the surging panting, he murmured:

"Pretend I'm stupid... I'm stupid... Please explain more clearly..."

The usual horrifying and shattering hoarse voice turned into a humble prayer in Zong Zhengxi's ears at this moment, praising him with piety.

The man clasped his shoulders tightly, almost sinking his fingers into the flesh, and turned his body slightly.

The breath rushed to the ear, and the deep voice resounded into the young man's cranial cavity, like a dream:

"I'll give you whatever you want."

The sparkling blood gleams in front of his eyes, and the bright colors float.

Fu Chen hated Zong Zhengxi, why didn't he know his sincerity at this time.If he knew what he was thinking, why couldn't he explain it thoroughly, but instead teased him with ill-intentioned ambiguity.

The wine is floating and fainting.

As soon as the bastard got angry, the little wolf cub didn't make any other movements, he hurriedly tore off his collar, and suddenly bit his Adam's apple.

The scar from last time is still there, Fu Chen is not afraid to add some more marks to him in his dream.

After all, he was not willing to part with it, and forced to run over it lightly like a wolf beast licking its wound.

A little clumsy to hide, Zong Zhengxi rarely showed a sincere smile, not because of the itching on his neck, but said that in these years, the world is vast, who can be so presumptuous, willing to bite the tiger's neck.

"...I'm like this... I'm just crazy."

Put away the fangs, sniffing and slipping.

Fu Chen felt that there was a dark aura about the man, which was enough to turn black and white, and turn the sun and the moon upside down.Just relying on this taste, he will be the first to find out where he is when he is blind in the future.

"Who said that?"

"you."

The man choked.

"...Princess Hu told me."

The man didn't speak, but the young man chased after him: "You went to find that monk..."

The grievance turned into trembling: "Haven't you heard the Buddhist saying that 'whoever indulges in adultery can enter the realm of animals'..."

Zongzheng Xi tightened his grip, Fu Chen felt he couldn't breathe, but he was too lazy to break free.

"...The beast said," the man lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips sunk deeply, "Don't you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?" Fu Chen also smiled, holding back the sourness, and tightened his arms, "I'm very happy."

You are the disrespectful lunatic in the imperial palace, and I am the wild and terrified Yin Ji.

The young man poked his head out from his neck, closed his eyes, and gently touched the man's sharp nose.

The man exhaled after him. During the rubbing, Fu Chen slightly opened his eyelashes, and in a daze, he followed his arm and stroked the man's right palm on his waist. The touch felt cold, and he didn't care to lower his head. Take a closer look, the leather that has been annoying for a long time is pulled off, and the five finger clasps are retracted into the gap between his fingers.

Fu Chen felt the muscles on the man's shoulders and neck shrink. Just as he was wondering, what was even more strange was the touch of his hands.

He subconsciously looked down and was startled, thinking he was dazzled.

Suddenly, another hand was covered in front of her eyes, and then she was hugged vigorously into a warm embrace.

"Hey, don't look."

"...You should think about it," Fu Chen realized something, and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, "If you don't read it, I will have no chance in the future."

"Some things exist, but they have no meaning except to pollute people's eyes and ears."

"艸..." The young man turned his head and vomited, and said again, "let go."

The man puts his hands down.

Fu Chen jumped out of his arms, got up and held his right palm, half kneeling in front of him.It takes a very close distance so that he can clearly see the cracked and concave scars on it.

On top of the large pus-red burn marks, a horizontal broken palm print in the center of the palm is still eye-catching, which shows that this person is cruel and tyrannical by nature, and the evil star has entered his life, and he will destroy others if he does not harm himself.But if the reality is so true, how could it be where it is today.

He committed suicide by Yagu at the beginning, what Zong Zhengxi did, how is it different from suicide?Perhaps the difference is that before he died, he even caught an enemy and embraced the heart of burning everything.But according to his arrogance, how could he attribute himself to the gang of cowardly rebels?

Fu Chen buried his face in his palm, and said: "... Back then, you didn't leave yourself a way out at all."

"Why do you want to leave a way out?" Zong Zhengxi asked back, "Have you left a way out for yourself in your actions?"

"...I kept it," Fu Chen said, "but I couldn't use it."

The corner of the man's lips curled into a lonely arc: "Did you know how many chances I had to kill you back then?"

"I know, I know better than you," Fu Chen raised his head, and said, "One look, one movement... I am too familiar with this kind of thinking."

Zong Zhengxi turned his gaze to the side.

In the silence, I suddenly felt a heat on the back of my hand, turned my head and saw the young man lowered his head and lightly branded a mark on it, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"...I hate it so much."

The alcohol made the eyebrows wet and red, like falling flowers dancing in the rain with their wings cut off, or like the cinnabar stained in the eye sockets of actors on the stage.

When Zongzheng Xi Shenbo moved slightly, he realized that he also lacked concentration at the right time. Was it because he drank too much wine just now?

He bowed and leaned forward, lightly pressed against those fragile eyelids, and said: "... I only know today, and I'm not very honest."

"Because you and I are the same kind of people?"

"No, you've never been outside of me, you're just... the self I've left behind for a long time."

Fu Chen couldn't hold back the smile on his lips. It turned out that there would be such a person, and a few words would be enough to touch all his emotions.

He got up and rushed forward again, like a doll, embracing the man's neck without letting go.

Buried in the neck, took a few deep breaths, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I... let me give you a name...'Chou Ri' doesn't sound good..."

"what ever."

"I haven't read many books, don't blame me if it sounds ugly."

"You said."

Fu Chen's eyes flashed: "Call me the crow, okay?"

The man under him sighed in a low voice: "...I listen to you, I listen to you."

"No, it's too ugly," Fu Chen didn't joke, "...just call it 'Phoenix'."

Others can't afford it, but he can.

Immortal, live toward the sun.

"it is good."