Great Imperial Merchant

Cheng Weizhe was taken aback for a moment, and then said straightforwardly: "Okay, it's not too hot today, let's go for a walk together."

So the two of them locked the front door of the shop together, and walked from Xueta Lane to Sanfan River in the suburbs.They have been silent all the way, but they have been walking side by side, no matter who they are, they can feel the presence of the person beside them.

Yang Zhongyuan thought that when he first returned to Danluo, he also talked a lot by himself in Sanfanhe on the first day.

At that time, he was full of resentment and puzzled. He hadn't returned home for more than ten years, and he had the most complicated feelings about his father who had passed away.

This person is his close relative and his father. This person has always been very kind to him since he was a child. He always has what he wants and doesn't say a word.

But this is the same person who would send the young him directly into the palace without blinking an eye, not thinking about whether he would survive or not, and not thinking about his future at all.

Yang Zhongyuan endured and suffered in the palace for so many years, he wanted to go home to accompany his father, but he also wanted an answer from his father.

He wanted to grab him and ask, is the unattainable glory and wealth more precious than his own flesh and blood?

But no one could tell him all of this.

A person dies like a lamp goes out, his father is already dead, and he will never be able to find that answer in his life.At that time, if he said something that was unfilial, he really wanted to chase him to the underworld, grab his father and ask him, even if the answer would make him more painful.

But, he is still living in this world after all, he found his father and also met Cheng Weizhe.

Fate is a wonderful thing. In this small alley to the north of Danluo, the two of them met together miraculously, and miraculously, they recognized each other at a glance.

In the vast sea of ​​people, there are so many people passing by, only the two of them, with such a light and slow glance, they are sure that the other party is the one they are familiar with.

The 14-year estrangement, Yang Zhongyuan once thought that it would become a solid wall, but as they get along day and night, he unexpectedly discovered that the only obstacle between the two of them seemed to be the unspoken words.

At first he hesitated, but when they galloped on horseback, Cheng Weizhe said "I will never let go of my hand for the rest of my life". From that moment on, the last line of defense in Yang Zhongyuan's heart was completely shattered by him.

He finally made up his mind and wanted to tell him everything.

No matter what the result is, he can't continue to expire.

The two of them walked silently all the way to the river. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and they could only walk slowly by the shining moonlight.

When they got to the river beach, Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe watched the torrential water side by side, and their hearts gradually calmed down.

Because of the darkness, and also because of the solitude and emptiness here, Yang Zhongyuan mustered up his courage, and said at the beginning: "Azhe, there is one thing, I lied to you."

Cheng Weizhe didn't speak, he just held Yang Zhongyuan's hand and silently gave him the strength to speak.

Yang Zhongyuan took a deep breath and continued: "Didn't I say that I went to Qingtan Academy to recuperate in those years when I was missing?"

"kindness."

Yang Zhongyuan felt that if Cheng Weizhe hadn't held his hand, he would have run away and couldn't continue talking.But Cheng Weizhe's hand was too steady and hot, so he couldn't break free.

"I didn't go." Yang Zhongyuan lowered his head and said this in a panic.

Cheng Weizhe has always been Yang Zhongyuan's role model since he was a child. He is smart and eager to learn, and he is excellent in whatever he does. Every day in class, the teacher praises Cheng Weizhe the most.

When he was young, Yang Zhongyuan didn't understand the true meaning of the word longing. He only knew that what Cheng Weizhe did was always right, and his homework was never wrong.

They played together, went crazy together, ate and slept together, and grew up stumbling together.

What a rare friendship.

It is also the shackle that keeps preventing Yang Zhongyuan from moving forward, because he is too familiar with it, so he really can't open his mouth.

Because I care too much, I am more afraid of losing.

Cheng Weizhe looked at Yang Zhongyuan, who was bowing his head, and with his hands, he pulled him slowly along the river: "Tell me, Xiao Yuan, you should know who I am. No matter what happened these years, you will always be with me. In my heart, I am still the naughty and proud Xiao Yuan, and it has never changed."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Yang Zhongyuan was still in deep thought, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "Actually, you are much more obedient now than before. You can cook well, and you are so caring. You care about me and Uncle Quan every day. These little things in life I can feel everything. I liked you very much when I was a child, and now I want to spend this life with you even more. No matter what you say, I will not change my decision."

His voice was deep and his palms were warm. His words were like a rare clear spring in summer, which made Yang Zhongyuan calm down even more.

"Xiao Yuan, you have to believe in me and yourself. You are fine, really fine."

Yang Zhongyuan raised his head, his eyes were moistened by Cheng Weizhe's words, but he did not shed tears after all.

He used to think that tears were the cheapest form of weakness, but later, after all these years, he felt that crying when crying and laughing when laughing is the happiest life.

But he doesn't want to cry right now, although his eyes are moist, the corners of his mouth have the happiest curve.

"Azhe, do you remember that in April of the first year of the Apocalypse, just over a month after ascending the throne today, the people in the Yong'an Palace withered. The Emperor Shengxian once issued an edict ordering the provinces to expand the selection of palace personnel."

In such a situation, Yang Zhongyuan would mention such an old event 14 years ago, which is obviously related to his experience.Cheng Weizhe only heard about April in the first year of Tianqi, so he had bad guesses in his heart.

He was indifferent since he was a child, except for his father who cared for him extremely, each of the other relatives disliked him more and more.So Cheng Weizhe was well-versed in the world at a young age, and his memory has always been very good.

In April of the first year of Tianqi, the sheriff of Luo County received an imperial edict to select young people aged between eight and 12 from all over Luo County to be used as palace servants in the inner palace.

What is a palace man?It is the servants who serve the emperor, they are servants, just like his family's servants, even worse than his family's servants.Cheng Weizhe was very clear about this at the time, and now hearing Yang Zhongyuan mentioning this matter suddenly, Cheng Weizhe's heart sank suddenly, and his hands became more and more forceful, holding Yang Zhongyuan's hand hard.

I don't know when, both of them stopped, Cheng Weizhe frowned, his face was very ugly.He stared at Yang Zhongyuan closely, as if this happened to him.

Being so cared by him, Yang Zhongyuan actually felt that the resentment in his heart dissipated a lot invisibly.He thought for a while, then looked at Cheng Weizhe, and said word by word: "In April of the first year of Tianqi, my father sent me to be selected, and in May, I set off from Danluo with other teenagers. After two months, Arrive at Imperial Capital."

What he said was ordinary and ordinary, but even if he didn't say it, Cheng Weizhe could still feel how much hardship and anguish it contained.

I only heard Yang Zhongyuan say again: "On July 14th, the gate of Yong'an Palace opened. I entered through the north gate Xuanwu Gate together with others. Since then, I have never left for [-] years."

In the dark night, when he looked at Cheng Weizhe, his eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, and the silver moon shadow floated around the two of them, illuminating his dull expression.

"Azhe," slowly, Yang Zhongyuan's voice sounded again, "I was a palace servant in Yong'an Palace from the age of ten to 24. This is the only thing I have been deceiving you all along."

Every single word seemed to be turned into needles, piercing into Cheng Weizhe's heart hard one by one.

He has grown to 24 years old now, except for the period when his father died of illness, this is the second time he has felt extreme heartache.

In Yang Zhongyuan's few simple words, he expressed indescribable anguish and pain.How far did Yang Zhongyuan have to endure back then to survive in the palace with his youthful personality, and what kind of persistence allowed him to survive these 14 years and finally leave that prosperous place.

How difficult.

No wonder, he can do everything now, and he does everything so well.

No wonder, he learned top-notch culinary skills and became a chef praised by everyone.

No wonder, his hands were bruised, and he was silent.

He has put a shell on himself, outsiders can't get in, and he doesn't want to come out.

It is very rare to be able to say these few words to him now, Cheng Weizhe thought of this, and felt a little grateful to Yang Zhongyuan.He felt that he was about to shed tears, but he held back his hand and hugged this frail young man into his arms, never wanting to let go.

"Xiao Yuan, thank you for telling me all this." Cheng Weizhe sighed, his voice was trembling and wet, obviously he couldn't hold it anymore, and secretly shed tears.

Yang Zhongyuan thought about thousands of possibilities after he told the truth, but he never thought that the response he got was a warm hug and a sincere thank you.

At the moment when he felt Cheng Weizhe crying, Yang Zhongyuan felt that the stars in the sky became brighter and brighter.

There is someone who treats him sincerely, who is willing to cry for him, and also willing to laugh for him. This life is really the most perfect.

Yang Zhongyuan reached out and hugged Cheng Weizhe's broad shoulders, and then said in a low voice, "Azhe, I didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

Cheng Weizhe hugged him tighter, lowered his head and rubbed his wet face on his shoulder: "Xiao Yuan, I like you."

"..." Yang Zhongyuan was a little puzzled, why he suddenly said such a sentence now.

Cheng Weizhe let him go gently, and then put his forehead against his forehead, looking straight into his eyes: "Xiao Yuan, what I said on horseback just now is too unfair now. I will say it to you again like this now." .”

He stretched out his right hand, and then pressed it tightly to his chest, where the heart was.

"I, Cheng Weizhe, like Yang Zhongyuan, and I hope you like me too, and spend time with me hand in hand, grow old together, and be full of children and grandchildren. Okay?"

When he said this, his voice was very loud and bright, which was different from his usual deep voice.

But also so solemn, so serious.

It seems that this person really likes him, he puts him above his heart, why not himself?

Yang Zhongyuan knew that he had been tempted a long time ago, he had already promised Cheng Weizhe once in the afternoon, this time, he still gave an affirmative answer: "I, Yang Zhongyuan, like Cheng Weizhe, and hope to be a partner with you, and we will never be separated in this life. "