A traitor

The servant brought the copybook, Su Qinglang reached out to take it, and handed it to Sun Zizhong, it was Yan Gong's "Yan Qin Li Monument".

Sun Zizhong couldn't put it down, and his expression couldn't hide his excitement: "Where did you get it? I searched for it for many years, but there was no news."

Seeing that he liked it, Su Qinglang was naturally happy, and replied with a smile: "A few days ago, Liu Zaiyuan's mansion was confiscated, and it was found by accident. I knew you liked it, so I asked the emperor for it."

Thinking back to the past, I saw a copy of "Xi Ping Shi Jing" from the emperor's imperial study room. After half a month of hard work, the emperor was reluctant to give it to me, but now it is so generous.

Sun Zizhong pretended to be appreciative and said: "It's also your fault. If I ask for it, the emperor will definitely not give it to me."

Su Qinglang groaned, and quickly argued: "You said it as if I had a lot of face, I also fell in love with a jade screen with snow reflecting plum blossoms, and he refused to give it to me until now, our emperor, that's out of the question It's not like you don't know the name is stingy."

"Okay, how dare you speak ill of the emperor behind his back."

With a smile in Sun Zizhong's eyes, he purposely joked, "I'm going to sue the emperor to see if you dare to say that!"

"Hey, don't, don't..." Su Qinglang hastily stopped him, and said, "Can't I apologize to you? If you really sue the emperor, he will definitely punish me again."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The youngest son of the Sun family, Sun Zizhong, has been good at calligraphy and painting since he was a child, especially in imitation and copying, which even his grandfather is ashamed of.

When he was a teenager, he studied with Su Qinglang and the others, and secretly wrote their homework for them. In addition, Young Master Sun worked hard since he was a child, and under the supervision of his grandfather, he worked hard to study.

Therefore, when it comes to achievements, apart from Su Qinglang who is naturally intelligent, Xie Yu and the others are really not as good as them.

It's a pity that although Young Master Sun is good at reading, his fate is not good. It seems that he has an enmity with the scientific examination. Every time he takes the examination, he always falls ill, and he can't even get out of bed when he lies at home.

The doctor said, Young Master Sun is suffering from a heart disease. He has a shadow on the new exam. There is no way to do it. If he insists, he may lose his life.

So back then, Xie Yu and the others took part in the scientific examination, and when the third son was admitted, Young Master Sun didn't even enter the gate of the examination.

Like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, the official ranks climb up one level, but Young Master Sun still maintains his current position without even a single fame.

Su Qinglang asked: "Aren't you going to take the new exam in the future?"

Sun Tzuzhong hummed, and said again: "You know mine too, you can't even enter the gate of the exam, let alone other things."

Su Qinglang sighed after hearing this: "With your ability, if it wasn't for that demonic obstacle, why would you be here?"

Sun Tzuzhong smiled, and said again: "Actually, to me, it's really nothing. I even felt happy about it."

Su Qinglang was startled, and then heard him say: "Since I was young, my grandfather has been very strict with me, because I am the only son of the grandson's family, and the hopes of the whole family rest on me. Because of this, I often feel out of breath. I also live a much harder life than ordinary people in my heart, and it is not without reason that I have that problem.

However, although it is a bit irresponsible to say this, but because I have this disease, it is impossible to get fame, and the burden on my shoulders is much lighter. "

He said, lowered his head again, and said: "I'm not like you, Qinglang, who, although you say you want to be free, still think about the affairs of the court, not like Xie Yu and Hanwen, who only want to serve the court.

From the very beginning, I didn't want to be an official in the court, and I only studied for a moment's interest, but I couldn't resist my grandfather's insistence. Now I am satisfied. "

After saying this, he smiled bitterly and asked, "Am I quite spineless..."

Su Qinglang shook his head, and replied: "Everyone has their own pursuit, and everyone has different ambitions. It is a kind of courage to stick to what you want in your heart."

The water in the pot was boiling, and it was gurgling and steaming, Su Qinglang put a white cloth on it, and carried it down.

Since Mr. Su is not good at making tea, he can only hand it over to Sun Zizhong. After several procedures, it can be regarded as the real completion.

Su Qinglang was patient, and saw him pick up the teapot, warm the teacup, pour out the water in it, and start pouring the tea.

When the new tea is poured into the cup, it is like green snails pouring into the water. It is clear and clear, with a light green color in the fine white ceramics.

He picked up the cup, took a sip slowly, and said to Sun Zizhong: "Is there anything interesting to do when you return to your hometown this time?"

Sun Tzuzhong shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "I have been in the imperial city since I was born, I rarely go back, and I don't even recognize a few people."

Su Qinglang silently nodded, and said again: "Me too, I have been worshiping my mother in the city for the past few years, and I seldom go back. When I went back last time, there was an old man who was in his 70s and was alone. It's poor, I don't know if it's still alive today."

Su Qinglang's mother, who was born in a famous merchant family, was also considered a lady of the family, but unfortunately, she passed away when he was seven years old.

After death, they were buried in their hometown. Since then, every Qingming Festival, their father and son have gone back to worship several times. It has been more than ten years now.

Because Su Qinglang's reputation has deteriorated in the past few years, others went home and returned home in fine clothes, but he was secretly stabbed in the back. He didn't want to discredit his dead mother, so he didn't go back.

Sun Tzuzhong said: "I remember, Qinglang, your hometown is Qingzhou. When I was studying, I heard you mention it."

Su Qinglang nodded, and heard him say again: "Qingzhou is far away, why not bury my aunt in the imperial city back then, and still be able to visit her from time to time."

Su Qinglang smiled, and said helplessly: "I can't help it, the rules in my hometown insist on a leaf falling back to its roots and a soul returning to its hometown. It's me, and I will go back in the future."

"nonsense!"

Seeing him say this, Sun Zizhong frowned a little annoyed, and said unhappily, "Okay, why are you saying such unlucky words?"

Su Qinglang was stunned by his yelling, and said slowly: "It's my fault, I made a slip of the tongue and was careless."

The grandson paused for a moment, then asked again: "Did uncle go back this time for Qingming?"

Su Qinglang hummed, and listened to his consolation: "Since that's the case, you should go back with him, so as to cultivate and cultivate your relationship."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang sneered angrily: "I've been training for more than 20 years, what else can I cultivate, besides, you don't know my father's temper. The words he speaks are like water poured out. I can't take it back, he hates me in his heart, and would rather not have me as a son, so why should I run to him to get angry?"

Thinking of Su Zheshan's attitude towards him, Sun Tzuzhong sighed: "There is no overnight feud between father and son. I believe that uncle cares about you. You can take a step forward to resolve the misunderstanding. If you continue to spend like this , when will there be a chance for reconciliation?"

"reconciliation……"

Su Qinglang read a sentence, then smiled wryly: "Actually, as long as he and Erniang are safe, I don't expect anything else."

He stood up and walked to the edge of the gazebo. The breeze blew up and lifted the hem of his plain white clothes, like a quietly blooming snow lotus.

"At Xu's that day, he refused to recognize me, and even helped others to humiliate me. I knew in my heart that even if I died, he would never forgive me in this life."

Between them, there has never been a feud that cannot be overcome overnight, but a blood debt that cannot be overcome in this life.

Hundreds of lives, hundreds of relatives and friends, overnight, his hands were covered with blood.

Others always say that life is just like seeing it at first sight.However, destroyed houses can be rebuilt, and mountains and rivers become deserts, and they may turn back to mountains and rivers again. How can the past years return to the past?

Just like many years ago, in that golden hall, the respected and respected mentor in the past angrily broke Yu Jue, Jue Zhe, Jue Ye, of course he understood the meaning.

Everyone in the world thinks that he is a wolf-hearted dog, stabbing his heart a few times, and stepping on him a few times is not enough to relieve his anger. He will always be willing to make him hurt again and again, and life would be better than death.

However, his heart is not made of stone, of course he knows pain and cold, but what can he do?

It is impossible to stop what is going to be done, and it is impossible to change the current situation. He wants to die, but he doesn't even have the right to die.

After a long time, Sun Tzuzhong said dejectedly: "Brother Xie and the others were thrown into the sky prison back then. The evidence was conclusive, and there was no way to recover. I believe Qinglang, you didn't want to betray them because you were greedy for life and afraid of death. It's just that your uncle and Erniang are old. , They have raised you for many years, how can they be implicated and do things against their will for the sake of their family, I also understand this feeling."

As he spoke, he raised his head and showed a faint wry smile: "I think Xie Yu and the others are also willing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such things to me before he died."

The sky prison that year was lifeless and full of coldness.

Crying, shouting, groaning... Like a ghost from hell, it permeates the entire space amidst the stench of decay.

He walked towards the cell, only to see Xie Yu kneeling on the ground, his face was pale and his breath was dying.

Two thick iron chains pierced through his pipa bones. His originally handsome face was stained with embarrassing blood, and his body was beaten to pieces.

He lowered his head and slowly raised his eyes when he heard his movements. Although he was seriously injured, he still smiled warmly.

He said, Brother Sun, Xie Yu is incompetent, he failed to be loyal to the king and serve the country, and even caused his family to die with me. Today, Xie Yu's crimes are unforgivable, but he is clear... You have to take care of him for me, please Don't let him do something stupid...

He didn't ask Xie Yu, under such circumstances, why he didn't hate him, but asked him to take care of Su Qinglang.

Because he knows that he just fell in love with a person, willing to live for him, die for him, and do everything possible or impossible for him.

Not seeing Qingming for a lifetime, seeing Qingliang for a lifetime is both favor and deep love. What is this feeling for a woman?