A traitor

Leaving the palace, but met Sun Zizhong, a good friend for many years.

This grandson Zhong was Su Qinglang's former classmate, and among those former people, the only one who was willing to associate with him.

Although he is quite talented, but he has a bad mentality, and he has to suffer a serious illness every time he takes an exam, so now he doesn't even have any fame.

The emperor felt sorry for him, so he specially promoted him. He is currently serving as the Shaoqing of Honghe Temple, working beside the emperor, mainly in charge of court meetings, banquets and other etiquette.

Seeing Su Qinglang, he walked a few steps quickly, caught up with him and cupped his hands and said, "Qinglang, long time no see."

Su Qinglang looked at him, smiled immediately, patted his shoulder with a folding fan and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, where have you been?"

Sun Tzuzhong smiled and replied: "There is an ancestral hall in my hometown, and my grandfather asked me to go back and hold ancestor worship."

Su Qinglang looked him up and down, and said, "No wonder you've turned black. It must be very hard to prepare for the ceremony."

Sun Tzuzhong nodded silently, and said: "Isn't it in the mountains and the countryside? It's not like the imperial city. Whenever it rains, your legs will be covered in mud. Fortunately, you are back now."

The two walked side by side, on the long palace road, Su Qinglang hadn't seen his best friend for a long time, now that they reunited, he was naturally happy in his heart, even shaking his fan much more cheerfully than usual.

He said to him: "You are not in the imperial city these days, do you know that something important has happened in the court?"

Sun Tzuzhong nodded and said, "Grandfather had already written to me about Xu Jingfei and Zhao E. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xu was loyal all his life, and when he got old, it would be ruined by his grandson."

Seeing his sighing expression, Su Qinglang didn't care much, and said: "There are all the witnesses and material evidence, and Xu Jingfei made a confession himself. It's all solid hammers. No one wronged him half a point. Since he made a mistake, You have to bear the consequences, this has been the principle since ancient times, there is nothing to be sad about."

Hearing his words, Sun Zizhong's footsteps slowed down, his expression seemed a little gloomy, and he said softly: "Yes, the Skynet is not leaking. Once you make a mistake, there will always be a day when something happens. It's just a matter of time." ..."

Su Qinglang looked at him. He didn't know why he said these words at this moment, but he thought that the Sun family had a very good personal relationship with the Xu family. Sun Zizhong's grandfather was also close friends with Xu Jingfei's grandfather. It is natural to be sad.

So, he said comfortingly: "In life, there are many things that we can't help ourselves. Even living itself is not easy. How can we still take responsibility for others? The only thing we can do is to have a clear conscience. Just fine."

Hearing this, Sun Zizhong stopped in his tracks. He looked at Su Qinglang, as if probing, and said slowly: "What if... I have a guilty conscience?"

Su Qinglang was very strange, turned around to look at him, stunned for a moment, then punched him again, and said angrily, "What are you talking about?"

Sun Zizhong came back to his senses in an instant, he lowered his head and smiled wryly, "I'm just worried that if I do something wrong to Qingming, you will never forgive me in the future."

Hearing these sad words is like a sentimental little girl in a boudoir, asking her lover whether he loves her or not.

Su Qinglang couldn't help yawning, and pretended to be casual and asked: "Then did you rob me of my money, or my wife, are you serious?"

Sun Zizhong smiled again, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, I heard that you had a blind date a few days ago, how about the girl this time?"

Su Qinglang was extremely depressed immediately, what did he do wrong to offend Yuelao, even if he was beaten up on a blind date, why did everyone come to ask him about the result?

So he answered vaguely: "What's the matter, isn't it still the same, but you, who are two years older than me, why don't you see you get married?"

Sun Tzuzhong said helplessly: "Grandpa has been pressing hard for the past two years, but I don't want to get married yet because the husband has not accomplished his career yet."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang was silent for a moment, and then pointedly said: "If you really meet a good girl, then marry her. Don't be too attached to what happened back then."

As soon as the words were said, both of them fell silent, not only because of the content of the words, but also because of someone about the words.

Back then, Su Qinglang, Xie Yu, Xu Hanwen and Liu Jingzhi were studying in the Imperial College. Mr. Su has a free and easy temperament and made many friends, Sun Zizhong was one of them.

They were all the sons of officials and eunuchs, and they grew up in the imperial city. They had similar backgrounds, similar backgrounds, and similar interests. Therefore, after a few years in the Imperial College, they quickly formed a group.

It's just that grandson Zhong, his grandfather is strict with his discipline on weekdays, no better than Su Qinglang and Xie Yu, he can walk freely in the imperial city as if they were wild.

Moreover, Sun Zizhong's grandfather had some disagreements with Xie Yu's father, Xie Yuanzheng. He was calm on the surface, but very divided inside, so the relationship between them was not as good as the four of them.

Five years ago, when Xie Yu was thrown into the prison, Sun Zizhong went to meet him, and made a lifetime promise to that gentle boy in black in that dark and dark prison cell.

Sun Tzuzhong nodded: "I promised him that I would take care of you for the rest of my life. How can I rest assured that I haven't seen you get married?"

Su Qinglang snorted softly: "I have nothing to take care of, you must not think that way, lest the Grand Tutor come to me and say that I have delayed him from taking care of his great-grandson."

Sun Zizhong's grandfather, Sun Boyan, was the imperial tutor, the teacher of the prince and the princess, and Su Qinglang, the young tutor, could only be regarded as his subordinate.

Speaking of grandfather, Sun Zizhong was a little worried: "Grandfather is not feeling well these days, and he wanted to ask you if you have time to visit the two highnesses in the palace."

Thinking of those two devil kings, Su Qinglang smiled, and said half dotingly: "You're messing around, you're arrogant and arrogant, Mr. Sun is probably going to be mad at them, right?"

Sun Tzuzhong also sighed: "To tell the truth, Brother Su, it is true, your highness...you are really naughty, last time you actually drew a turtle on your grandfather's book..."

Su Qinglang actually wanted to laugh, but because of Sun Zizhong's face, he could only hold back forcibly, and it was very hard to hold back the laughter.

Sun Boyan has always been serious, his face is as tense as a statue all day long, and his words and deeds are barely planned with a ruler. Now he is being bullied like this by those two little rascals, he must be mad.

In fact, at Su Qinglang's age, no matter how talented he is, he still cannot go to the palace to teach princes and princesses.

But Mr. Su is naturally likable. If the two His Highnesses are the devil kings of the world, he is the originator of the devil kings of the world.

So in the palace, the most common scene is that the two princes and princesses bullied the other princes miserably, but stuck behind Su Qinglang all day long as followers.

Sun Tzuzhong said: "Grandfather is resting at home now, and he can't take care of the palace for the time being. With the two highnesses, you will have Lao Qinglang."

Su Qinglang nodded: "I haven't seen them for some time, so I just go to see them tomorrow."

After a pause, he said again: "By the way, a few days ago, I got a copybook of Yan Gong. I knew you liked it, so I kept it and wanted to send it to your mansion. Unfortunately, I never got it. I don't know you. I don't have time today, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to drink with you, so I will bring you the copybook by the way."

Hearing the copybook, Sun Zizhong's eyes really lit up, and then he smiled helplessly: "You know I'm not strong enough to drink, so I don't need to drink, but if you don't mind, I have a few bags of tea at my place. The wild tea picked from the countryside is very different from the tea in the city, so let me share it with you for appreciation."

Of course Su Qinglang was pleased with it, and said with a smile on his eyebrows: "Family flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. The things in the countryside are always fresher than those in the city. I really want to try it."

So the two went back to the mansion separately, Su Qinglang ordered someone to prepare a table of dishes and put them in the gazebo in the courtyard, when everything was finished, Sun Zizhong just came over with tea leaves.

Young Master Sun went to his hometown this time and brought back a few packs of wild tea leaves, but his grandfather didn't like it, saying it was not a good thing, so he didn't dare to cook it blatantly in the mansion.

So they brought them all to Su Qinglang, and said: "Er Niang is proficient in tea art and has always liked these, you leave some for us to drink later, and send the rest to her."

The second wife Sun Zizhong mentioned was Su Qinglang's second wife, the Liang family. When they were young, several of them often went to and from the Su residence, eating and staying overnight, as if they were their own family.

As for Mrs. Liang, she is also a warm and hospitable master. The relationship between the two parties is very good, and they are also very close in terms of titles. Over the years, even though they have grown up and become officials, they have not changed.

Su Qinglang glanced at the tea leaves, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Zizhong is more careful than me, no wonder Erniang has always liked you."

Sun Tzuzhong bowed his head: "I'm coming back this time, and I still want to visit Erniang. If it's convenient for you, we can go together some other day."

Su Qinglang hummed, and at the same time thought to himself, when it was convenient for him, that is, when his father was not in the mansion, since he went back with his friends, it would be difficult to bring Young Master Sun over the wall together.

After boiling the tea in the pot, after a short while, you can smell a strong and refreshing fragrance, like wild chrysanthemums on the side of the road, which immediately clears your mind.

Su Qinglang waved his fan to attract the wind, sniffed it specially, and praised: "The strong wine is the most fragrant, and the poisonous flowers are the most beautiful. The things in this country are really different."

Sun Tzuzhong pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm still worried, Qinglang, do you think this tea is too thick and the fragrance is too strong?"

Su Qinglang looked at him with raised eyes, and said helplessly: "You know that I have never understood these things. I only drink one flavor of tea. I'm not as good as you, and you also pay attention to the flavor."

"Specializing in art, how can a person be perfect?"

Sun Zizhong looked outside the gazebo. The rockery, pond, and lotus leaf fields formed a landscape of its own.

The breeze comes slowly, mixed with a scent of tea, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and immediately forgets all the worries in their hearts.

Then he said lightly: "You are not as good as me in tasting tea and practicing calligraphy, but I am not as good as you in garden sculpture. I still remember that most of our bamboo carvings were made by you. Even the homework assigned by Mr. was still done for me. !"

"Speaking of homework..."

Su Qinglang suddenly became interested: "I still remember that when my husband was teaching tea art, I found a pot of good tea, and I drank half of it as boiling water. My husband was so angry that he ignored me for half a month. At the end of the class, he returned it to me. I counted down, saying that I drink tea like a buffalo, and the vulgar ones can't be vulgar, and when I got home, Erniang ended up chattering and was almost beaten to death by my father."

Sun Tzuzhong also couldn't help laughing, and said: "He is not angry at you for drinking his tea, but because you are like a buffalo, you don't understand his tea at all, you are just angry with yourself, the tea is for you To keep, we were soft-hearted before, so we only asked for a little bit, although Mr. treats us equally, but you... always have a special preference for you..."

Perhaps recalling the past, Su Qinglang's face, like a sunflower, glowed brightly and brightly, but at the same time, he realized something, and gradually climbed into some shadows.

He restrained his smile, lowered his head slowly, with a trace of bitterness on the corners of his lips, and said half with emotion: "It was so good at that time, carefree, just live happily every day, don't have to think about many things..."

Sun Zizhong was stunned, knowing that he had hit Su Qinglang's sore spot, he secretly cursed himself for not being smart enough.

After a long time, he nodded and echoed lightly: "Yes..."