walk to the water

Fu Ling really removed the servants in the Liuchun Garden, except for the guards guarding the courtyard, Chu Xiang took care of the rest.Chu Xiang insisted on moving out of the luxurious palace and lived in a secluded courtyard in the garden.At first, Fu Ling sent people to deliver rice, noodles, meat and vegetables every day, but Chu Xiang didn't touch meat, and became a vegetarian. When Fu Ling came, he had to accompany him to chew some dried rice and vegetables.Later, Chu Xiang simply opened up a few vegetable plots by the lake in front of the house, planted some vegetables and radishes, cooked vegetables in clear water every day, and lived on white rice.However, with Fu Ling's strict order of calling once a month, Chu Xiang could not neglect it. In addition, his internal strength had greatly improved, and he was free from all diseases, and his body gradually became stronger.

Except for Fu Ling who visits from time to time, there is no one else in Liuchun Garden. Chu Xiang wears black clothes and hair all day long, collects information from the vast archives, and compiles the history books of the Zhou Dynasty.Fu Ling urged the prince to assist the government and participate in state affairs.The two of them went about their own business, so calm and undisturbed, three years have passed, and the middle school is gradually becoming peaceful.But in the past three years, Fu Ling seldom spent the night with Chu Xiang. Whenever he had a desire, Chu Xiang would close his eyes and lie on the bed cold and stiff. Can not arouse his impulsive enthusiasm.Fu Ling tried it two or three times, thinking of all the sufferings he had suffered in the past, he couldn't bear to force it any more.Chu Xiang felt guilty, and he also took the initiative to ask for love, but no matter how hard he tried, in the end, the two still couldn't enjoy themselves.Over time, the affairs in this room faded away.

In the afternoon of one day, Fu Ling strolled to Liuchun Garden again.When he walked into the house, Chu Xiang was buried in front of the case as usual, and the documents on the case were piled up more than three feet high, covering his figure.When Fu Ling arrived at the case, Chu Xiang raised his head from the mountains of manuscripts when he heard the movement.Seeing that it was Fu Ling, he said, "Your Majesty is here, please sit down quickly. I'll make tea." Turning around and going down.

Fu Ling thought to himself: I only drank plain water when I came back. Where can I get tea today?Open a manuscript at random.But it is the book of Zhou Yangdi Zhao Bei.After reading two pages, Chu Xiang came back and offered a cup of tea.Fu Ling lifted the lid of the cup, saw a few green bamboo leaves floating in the cup, and took a sip.Mouth full of fragrance.Fu Ling smiled and said: "This tea is still fresh." Chu Xiang also smiled and said: "This morning I saw a few stalks of green bamboo in front of the house, and they were so green, so I picked a few pieces to make tea. .”

"Really?" Fu Ling leaned forward and looked around. The bamboo pavilion was built in front of the window, and the greenery was about to drip. "It's spring again. These green leaves are really cute. Xiang'er. This is the third spring you have returned to Liuchun Garden." Forget it." Fu Ling pointed to the manuscript in front of him, "How is your history writing? What do you think?" Chu Xiang said sadly: "What do you think? I am a good minister and a villain. That's why it was prosperous; it's why the Han Dynasty fell into disrepair."

Fu Ling smiled and said: "That's right! A good minister is a villain. Far and near relatives are all the actions of the monarch. The monarch is not benevolent. How can I seek justice from the minister? Xiang'er, do you think so?"

Chu Xiang was silent, and replied after a long while: "Your Majesty's words are absolutely true."

Fu Ling threw away the manuscript in his hand: "Today I will bother you for a day, it has been a long time since I played chess, would you like to play another game with me?"

Chu Xiang was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Dare you not to follow orders?"

Chu Xiang took out the chess set, and the two sat opposite each other.Fu Ling suddenly said: "You have to win a lottery in this game of chess, Xiang'er, you place a bet!"

Chu Xiang gave him a puzzled look, and said, "Everything about Chu Xiang belongs to His Majesty, so what can you bet on?"

Fu Ling said: "If you don't tell me, just say it. If you win me, I have good news to tell you. If I win you, then you can do something for me!"

Chu Xiang smiled wryly: "Your Majesty wants me to do something, you might as well just say it."

Fu Ling also smiled: "Let's talk after the chess game."

Guess first, Chu Xiang is still in charge.At first Fu Ling was relaxed and at ease, but after dozens of moves, he gradually suppressed his smile and focused on dealing with it. When he reached more than 100 moves, Fu Ling persuaded him: "Xiang'er, your situation is not good! You should admit defeat earlier, why bother?" Struggling to the end?" Chu Xiang just stared at the chessboard, as if he didn't hear anything.Fu Ling persuaded again: "It's not shameful to admit defeat, we will play again later." After several times of persuasion, Chu Xiang ignored it.Down to 240 seven pieces, after receiving the last single official, it turned out to be a draw!

Fu Ling held his palm and praised: "Xiang'er has such a stubborn temper. If you know the way, you must go to the end. I can't deceive you. Speaking of which, this is the first game I have played with you. Xiang'er is really talented and has made rapid progress. No longer stick to the gains and losses of one place and one place, but know how to strike later. The way of chess is like life. If you have comprehension, it will be another level. It's a well-matched opponent! But how should the bet be calculated? Should it be all or nothing?"

Hearing his praise, Chu Xiang didn't feel complacent. He pondered for a while and said, "Then let's forget it!"

Fu Ling smiled faintly: "Okay, then I will tell you the good news first!" He took out a few brochures from his bosom and handed them to Chu Xiang.Chu Xiang was puzzled, what good news could there be for me?When I opened it, it turned out to be a report from the prefectures and counties in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In recent years, the weather in the south of the Yangtze River has been smooth, and the imperial court has reduced or exempted corvee. The scourge of wars has gradually subsided. The emperor's kindness is so powerful.Fu Ling said: "Although these reports are inevitably exaggerated, they are always somewhat credible, and I can be considered as an account to you."

Chu Xiang read those few memorials over and over again, as if he wanted to memorize every word, and sighed for a long time: "Whether it is true or not, I have searched the memorials of the Zhou Dynasty for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a thing as "living and working in peace". Words." Picking up the manuscript on the case, he said: "Good Neiyuan ceremony is called Yang Yang, Your Majesty regards this as the posthumous posthumous title of the Lord of Zhou, and it is sincerely appropriate." After a short pause, "Who will write the biography for His Majesty in the future? Your Majesty has achieved great success , Wenzhiwugong is better than Qinhuanghanwu, and he will surely shine in the annals of history in his later years, and his name will last forever."

Fu Ling smiled ambiguously: "Does Xiang'er really think so? I want to see if you are telling the truth or not?" Gently rubbed his chest, but found that Chu Xiang's body froze suddenly,

Fu Ling withdrew his hand resentfully, put Chu Xiang down, and sighed: "What do you say to shine in the annals of history, and to be famous through the ages? After a hundred years, I would rather erect a stone tablet without words in front of the tomb. Let future generations comment on all my merits and demerits!"

Fu Ling's tone was sad, Chu Xiang was suddenly flustered, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is in his prime, why did you make such ominous words?"

Fu Ling shook his head and said: "Every day when I go to court, I hear the officials in the hall shouting long live, I just want to laugh, long live my emperor? Who can live a hundred years for emperors in ancient times? Although my life is lonely and boring, But the honor is extremely high, even if you die, you should have no regrets, there is nothing perfect in this world. If there is an afterlife, I only hope to be a commoner, to be able to live with someone who is close to me..."