A traitor

The imagined war did not happen.In fact, after entering the mountain forest, the atmosphere between the two was surprisingly calm.

On the mountain, Su Qinglang walked in front, Wen Shiliang followed, the two dug herbs for a long time, and finally found a shady place to rest.

Seeing that it was already noon, Su Qinglang took out the dry food he had prepared in advance, and Wen Shiliang also took out his own water bag when he saw his actions.

The two were silent for a long time before hearing Wen Shiliang speak first: "The emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty...is he good to you?"

Su Qinglang was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and reacted for a moment: "Of course..."

The reasonable answer made Wen Shiliang's heart ache. Seeing this scene, with Su Qinglang's temperament, he should have seized the opportunity to belittle him to the point where his body was bruised, but Su Qinglang didn't say anything, just curled up his legs Sitting and eating dry food.

After a while, Wen Shiliang said slowly: "I thought you were going to make fun of me again."

Su Qinglang was puzzled and asked: "I'm fine, why are you making fun of you?"

Wen Shiliang said again: "Doctor Censor, I am supposed to monitor the legal system. With my official position, it is not my responsibility to go to other countries as envoys."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "In this world, there are too many things about driving ducks to the shelves and sending champions to serve as soldiers. This is your emperor's problem, and it's not your fault."

He paused, and then said: "Poor Ye Banxu, who doesn't ask the common people and asks ghosts and gods. The saddest thing for scholars since ancient times is that they can't fulfill their duties, can't display their ambitions, and they are full of enthusiasm, but they have no knowledge.

You and I are both ministers, although we are at odds, it is only a conflict of political opinions. You are Xuanguo, and I am Southern Tang, and there is no fault in itself. If I make fun of you on this matter, then I, Su Qinglang What is it? "

Wen Shiliang looked at him, a little dazed, obviously did not expect him to say such words.

Just as he was about to change his impression, Su Qinglang showed a treacherous smile, just like the hooligans who deceived children on the street, and continued: "However, compared with your Xuanguo emperor, our Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty has discerning eyes Indeed, with Master Wen's talent, if he comes to our side, he will definitely be reused."

Wen Shiliang snorted lightly, thinking that it was so, he thought Su Qinglang had suddenly changed his temperament and turned into a high-spirited, modest gentleman.

He sat on a rock, lifted his clothes, and said, "I don't think so, what about your Southern Tang emperor, Mr. Su knows better than me."

Seeing that Su Qinglang was silent, he lowered his eyes, and said again: "You and I are in the same boat, we know each other well, Mr. Su is highly valued, but what is the effect?"

"Master Su, after paying a heavy price, have you ever gotten what you wanted? Is everything you want to see now?"

Wen Shiliang's words echoed in his ears, like countless midnight dreams, he tortured his heart over and over again.

Su Qinglang was silent for a long time before he said bitterly: "There was once a person who told me such a thing. He said that in this life, if there is a person who loves each other, a brother who is born and died, and a lord who is worthy of his allegiance, that is a The highest life of a man."

He said, raising his head slightly, with a kind of conceited pride: "I have loved the most beautiful person, and I have been loved by the best person. I have a brother and I have a vigorous life, and a brother is my brother." I am willing to die.

As for the emperor, he believed in me, pampered me, reused me, and bestowed upon me the greatest honor of being a minister. What is there to be sad about such a life? "

Wen Shiliang looked at him, stunned for a moment by his words.

So many years later, when I revisited the old place and saw the old people again, I heard many people sigh for him, and I also heard many people blame him for not knowing how to praise him, wasting his time, misidentifying his master, and following the wrong person.

However, with so many sighs and so many helplessness, whenever he recalled today, he always felt that Su Qinglang was never a sad person.

Wen Shiliang lowered his head and smiled lightly: "So, I should congratulate Mr. Su for meeting his good king."

Su Qinglang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes: "What about you, Mr. Wen, what are your plans for the future?"

Wen Shiliang sat upright, and replied: "I am from Xuanguo, and I was born to fight for Xuanguo. As long as the emperor needs it and the people need it, I can do anything."

"If you can't give full play to your 99% ability, then strive for [-]%. One day, God and the person I count on will see my efforts."

Su Qinglang looked at him for a moment, pulled his lips, shrugged and said: "The instigation failed, it seems that Mr. Wen is determined and loyal, and cannot be changed."

Wen Shiliang smiled when he heard the words: "Actually, I thought about Mr. Su's words for a long time afterward, but I only gave myself one answer after deliberation."

"However..." he said, lowering his eyes, and said in a murmur: "At first, my heart was as cold as ice, but now it is a little warmer, a little more hopeful and bright. I can hear Master Su's words just now. That said, it's really nice."

Hearing this, Su Qinglang said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, you and I still have the time to speak calmly and calmly. However, these words are a little heavy. Since ancient times, literati have been hypocritical and have to recite a few sour words to tell People like you and me, who should have seen through the so-called unappreciated feelings of being talented, accidentally fell into that class again."

He said, picked up the water bag at hand, and said to Wen Shiliang: "If there is wine here, based on what I said just now, you and I should also have a drink. I offended many people in Chang'an before, and I am standing here today. Make an agreement, if you come to Nantang next time, I will treat you to a good drink as a friend again."

Wen Shiliang also raised his water bag, nodded and said, "Okay..."

Seeing Su Qinglang smiling, he said half-jokingly: "However, Mr. Wen must work harder. Next time, you can't come here as an envoy again."

Wen Shiliang also responded unceremoniously: "Master Su should also be more diligent. If the time comes, he will still only use his tongue. I still have to consider whether your wine can be drunk."

The two raised the water bag at the same time, took a few sips like drinking wine, put down the water bag, looked at each other, and laughed again.

Su Qinglang sat cross-legged. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, there is something I want to ask you..."

Seeing Wen Shiliang looking at him, his expression gradually turned into a guilty conscience: "If someone is injured, what kind of herbal medicine should I pick?"

Wen Shiliang asked rhetorically: "The medicinal materials used are different for each type of injury, but I don't know what kind of injury Mr. Mei suffered?"

Su Qinglang was very surprised. If he remembered correctly, he hadn't mentioned Mei Liusheng's name just now. Except for him and Sun Zizhong, no one knew that Mei Liusheng was injured.

He also heard Wen Shiliang say calmly: "Before in the water, when Mr. Mei pulled me onto the boat, something was wrong. I have practiced medicine for many years, and I have seen countless injuries, so I naturally know that he has injuries."

Su Qinglang concealed his embarrassment: "It's like this. Earlier in Yizhou, when I was enjoying the lanterns in the middle of the night, I met some thieves and robbers. Brother Mei was stabbed with a dagger in order to protect me."

Wen Shiliang smiled lightly, not knowing the answer, whether he believed it or not.

Su Qinglang could only bury his head in drinking water, but he suddenly asked: "Master Su, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Mei?"

Su Qinglang spouted water with a puff, and was almost choked to death by the water in his mouth. While coughing, he stared and said, "You...what do you mean by that?"

Wen Shiliang showed a strange expression. He didn't know why he had such a big reaction, and then explained: "I just find it strange that Mr. Mei is a candidate for the new examination. He just entered the imperial court this year. He should have known Mr. Su not long ago. But judging from your relationship, it seems that you are much closer than ordinary colleagues."

Su Qinglang let out a groan, and replied sullenly: "He... I knew him before he entered the court, so it was considered like-minded, that's all."

As the sun set, the two of them finished picking herbs on the mountain and finally rushed back towards the inn.

But at the door of the inn, Mei Liusheng was in disbelief when facing the little soldier who came back to report the news.

"You said that Mr. Wen and Mr. Su had a very happy conversation, and they drank water together?"

Xiaobing hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Although the distance is far away, the villain will never make a mistake, it is true."

Mei Liusheng still couldn't believe it, and asked teasingly, "Then did you hear what they said?"

The little soldier was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "My lord, you said that Master Su and Master Wen are very vigilant, let us not get too close, and just watch that nothing happens to them. This... a villain can see people well, as for what he said , can't hear it at all."

Mei Liusheng paused, feeling that she had seen a ghost, and said to him, "You go down first."

After waiting at the door for a while, I saw Su Qinglang and Wen Shiliang coming back, and the two were one behind the other, showing no signs of easing their relationship.

Although it had been arranged long ago, there was still enough work to be done, so Mei Liusheng went up to meet him, cupped his hands and said, "The two lords have finally returned, and I was still thinking about bringing a few people up the mountain to look for you!"

Wen Shiliang squinted at Su Qinglang, and said sarcastically: "It's not that University Su has a lot of people, and he has to collect some wound medicine when he comes down the mountain, otherwise he won't delay the time and come back so late."

Seeing him accusing himself, Su Qinglang immediately jumped up: "How can you blame me? It took at most half an hour to pick the wound medicine, but Mr. Wen's legs and feet are as slow as a turtle. I think you are old, so I don't care about you, Mr. Wen." It’s good for the wicked to sue first.”

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere was like ice and fire, snorted, and walked in two directions at the same time.

Leaving Mei Liusheng frozen for a moment, he turned around and looked at the figures of the two, recalling what Xiaobing said just now, he couldn't react——

So, in the scene before him, is Xiaobing dazzled, or did he hear it wrong?