Bai Yujing

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"Shu Yuanshu."

"My virtuous brother moved left for a few years, but I didn't hear about the court, the empress died, and the three kings fought for the throne. The new emperor has been on the throne for three years, and the world is at the beginning of stability. I intend to invite my virtuous brother to return to Beijing. The official worships the prime minister and presides over the reform. Ten Within a few days, the imperial decree is coming, I will write it to my younger brother first, and I hope Ziyuan will make preparations as soon as possible."

"Brother Huang Fulin wrote it himself."

Su Yuan held the letter in his hand and read it over and over again, almost causing the candle to burn to the corner of the page. He felt that his hands were going to be numb, but his heart was beating like a drum.

It was indeed Huang Fulin's handwriting.

Huang Fulin himself is his fellow student. The two met during the scientific examination. They were also named on the annual gold list.

It's just that Huang Fulin was more tactful, knew how to protect his life wisely, never acted like a bird, and even ignored him after his accident, and even returned all the calligraphy and paintings that Suyuan had given him back to him.

However, only Huang Fulin in the court knew his grand plans and ambitions and reform ideas. Therefore, after moving to the left, he wrote many letters to Huang Fulin, begging him to continue to preside over the reform, but there was no reply, until later it became a correspondence with Changsheng.

Now that Huang Fulin's attitude has suddenly changed to write such a letter, it must be that the direction of the wind has changed. He hardly doubts the authenticity of that letter.

"Sir?" Chang Sheng brought him a fruit plate and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry sir, I have lied to you all these years."

When the real Huang Fulin's letter came, Changsheng couldn't hide it from Su Yuan, but once he gave it to him, he couldn't hide his deception for so long.

While he was angry at himself for choosing this person to impersonate, he still handed the letter to Su Yuan, and was well prepared for Su Yuan to be angry.

Su Yuan tilted his head and said to him, "Changsheng, if I leave here..."

Changsheng was stunned with a bang in his head, he knelt down on the ground, and interrupted Su Yuan, "Changsheng is wrong, Changsheng shouldn't pretend to be Mr.'s friend and write a letter to Mr. Please don't leave!"

He lowered his head and didn't see Su Yuan's gentle eyes, he just said to himself: "My internal energy is unstable now, and I can't get too far away from my body. If sir, I can't chase after him if I go too far, so sir, how do you punish me?" I can do it, don't leave me behind!"

Su Yuan's gaze changed, and he swallowed the unspoken "Do you want to go with me?" He hid the loneliness in his eyes, took Changsheng's hand to help him up, "I'm not angry, Changsheng "He looked into the clean eyes of the person in front of him, "In two days, I'll take you to Yulin Street to play, okay?"

Yulin Street is the busiest place in this area. The market and inns are all there, and there are many snacks and gadgets. There is a mirror-like lake next to it and a large area of ​​plum blossoms along the lake, which is too beautiful to behold.

Chang Sheng instantly became happy, "Really?" He held Su Yuan's hand, "It just so happened that I made a cloak for Mister, so Mister must wear it that day!"

Su Yuan looked at his eyes trembling slightly, and finally a smile melted on his lips, "Okay."

When the appointed day came, Su Yuan saw Chang Sheng carefully holding out the cloak, and asked in surprise, "You sewed this?"

The lake green and blue cloak is embroidered with bluegrass, which is extraordinarily delicate.

Changsheng touched the tip of his nose, "Does it count if it is sewn with magic?"

Su Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and finally said in Changsheng's aggrieved expression: "Naturally."

The market was bustling with each other, and the two of them didn't come there many times, and everything they saw was still fresh.Su Yuan bought a lot of new clothes for Chang Sheng, and Chang Sheng leaned closer to Su Yuan's ear in a daze and asked, "I'm a demon, I can change clothes myself."

Su Yuan forcefully handed the wrapped clothes to Chang Sheng, "Since I gave it to you, you can wear it. If you think of me occasionally...the clothes are not given to you for nothing."

Changsheng's heart skipped a beat, but seeing Su Yuan calm as if he just made a joke, he lowered his head again and carefully put away those clothes.

Fresh gadgets, delicious snacks, as long as he took a second look, Su Yuanquan bought them for him, and Chang Sheng was holding a bunch of things while being happy, while asking unsteadily: "Sir, you have spent all your money, what will happen in the future?" How do you live?"

He is a demon, so he can live without food and clothing, but Su Yuan is a mortal, and he uses yellow and white things everywhere.

Su Yuan just glanced at him, "Do you like it?"

Changsheng nodded.

"Buy it if you like it."

He rented a small boat for swimming in the lake, and it happened that the boatman's business was booming, so he took on the job of rowing the boat himself, and the boatman saved him some money.

There was just a snowfall last night, and the snow in the south is extremely wet. When the tip of a finger touches it, it melts into water in an instant.

On the boating lake, you can have a panoramic view of the snow scenery on both sides of the river, the rime is thick and pure white.The light yellow wintersweet is wrapped in snow, and the fragrance is cold and refreshing.

"It's a pity that there are no red plums," Chang Sheng said, "It looks better when the red plums and white snow match each other."

"Who said that flowers must be beautiful to be good. If they have such an extraordinary fragrance, even if they are not as good as red plums, winter plums are not inferior."

"It doesn't matter if the flowers look good or not," Chang Sheng said in a wisecrack, "Anyway, Mister must be pretty."

Su Yuan turned around, glanced at him with a smirk, but Chang Sheng grabbed his sleeve, "Look, sir, it's snowing."

Su Yuan was about to raise his head, but Chang Sheng shouted again in surprise: "Wait, sir, don't move yet."

The good-tempered Mr. Su looked at him helplessly, with a bit of connivance in his eyes, "Changsheng, what do you want from me?"

The soft and shattered snow fell silently, staining Su Yuan's hair crown, and even the neckline of the new cloak. Chang Sheng reached out to brush the snow off his clothes, but his eyes fell on his face. on both eyes.

Most likely it was Mu Shaoai who knew lust, or maybe it was because she had kept a little affection in her bosom for too long, and finally couldn't help it.The explanation that was about to be spoken was swallowed back without a sound. He could only see the wet snow falling on those gentle eyelashes, as if to wet those eyes, and the cold fragrance of wintersweet wafted into him just right. His heart was fascinated by his nose, so he just looked at Su Yuan so straightly, and moved closer to him in a strange way.

With a sound of "dong", the wooden oar in Su Yuan's hand slipped from his hand, struggled and bumped on the boat, and bounced completely into the water. kiss.

Chang Sheng woke up suddenly, squeezed his fingers heavily, and pretended to be concerned to catch the wooden oar floating on the water, but he didn't dare to look at Su Yuan.

"Sir, I can't catch it anymore." Changsheng looked at the wooden oar that was gradually drifting away. He has just transformed into a human form, and he is not yet proficient in spiritual power and spells. Otherwise, he could use magic to get the wooden oar back.

Su Yuan handed him a handkerchief from behind, "The cuffs are all wet, wipe them off."

Chang Sheng took it over and glanced at Su Yuan. There was still a faint smile on his face, without reproach or embarrassment, so he wiped his sleeves and pretended nothing had happened, as usual He smiled and said, "Thank you sir."

Su Yuan retracted the handkerchief, looked at Chang Sheng whose sleeves were half soaked, and said abruptly, "Chang Sheng, I'm leaving."

Chang Sheng froze for a moment, he looked at Su Yuan, squeezed his white knuckles awkwardly, and said in a trembling voice cautiously: "Sir...?"

He was afraid that it was his own presumptuousness that disturbed Su Yuan.

Su Yuan didn't give him time to misunderstand, and quickly explained: "Brother Fu Lin sent a letter that day, calling me back to the palace today to carry out reform."

"Reform?" Changsheng seemed a little dazed, stunned for a while, and then seemed to suddenly understand, and turned from sadness to joy in an instant, his eyes were full of shock, and the shock fell, full of joy, "Sir!"

He almost jumped up excitedly, "Sir, you can finally show your ambition!"

Su Yuan was affected by his emotions, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He let the person in front of him hug his overly thin self by the waist, and bounced on the crumbling boat until there was a "plop", and the other wooden oar finally came out. Was thrown into the water.

Chang Sheng let go of his hand in embarrassment, touched the tip of his nose guiltily, and heard Su Yuan say with a little affection: "I look like an adult, but I still look like a child in my heart, not dignified at all."

Perhaps after hearing this sentence, or perhaps because he was overjoyed, he realized something clearly again. He did not rush to answer Su Yuan's words, but was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Sir, you go first."

Looking up again, the sadness that had been hidden was completely replaced by firmness, "In another 20 years, when Changsheng can leave his body, he will definitely come to find you."

Su Yuan looked at the young Chang Sheng in front of him, sighed calmly, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

But he still didn't wait for him after all.

After returning to the imperial court, the emperor treated him with great courtesy and gave him endless power to practice the blueprint he had worked hard in the first half of his life on the land of Nanchen bit by bit.He is an extremely human minister, countless people are afraid of him, and even more people are grateful to him. Huang Fulin, as his deputy, spends all his clothes and food with him, and the emperor, as his monarch, clears away obstacles for him.

For a counselor with the heart of saving the country, it is the greatest blessing in his life to be able to realize his ambition without hindrance.

Therefore, when he was decreed to die, when he looked back on his life, he actually had no regrets.

——Except for not waiting for...longevity.

The sage, who had been kind to him, suddenly passed away after supporting him for half his life. Countless dignitaries who had been suppressed and dormant by the reform finally showed their fangs to Su Yuan who had lost his protection.

He has moved the interests of too many people, and he also understands too well that when the emperor died, his life of messing up the situation with so much color and color would come to an end.

Having been a prince and grand tutor for more than ten years, he has no doubt that the new emperor will continue to implement his reforms. He also understands like the new emperor that only with his blood as a sacrifice can this road of reform go further. , more thoroughly.

The new law must not be moved, then his death can only be used to appease the wrath of the powerful.

He was charged with embezzlement on the grounds that 300 million taels of snowflake silver were seized from his mansion.

Before his execution, the new emperor came to see him, and the jailer was combing his hair. This is the treatment only before death. He has been in this prison for too long, but it has been a long time since he saw himself through the bronze mirror like this.

"It is my honor to be Mr.'s first student. Listening to Mr. imparting the ideas of the new law and being taught by him is an infinite honor bestowed on me by God." The new emperor's attitude towards him was still respectful.

Su Yuan turned his head to look at him, but didn't tell him that his first student was actually a boy from the wilderness who sat under the ginkgo tree and lit up his eyes when he was in extreme despair.

"Sir, would you blame me?" the new emperor asked him.

"Thunder, rain and dew are all due to your grace." Su Yuan said lightly.

He didn't salute the new emperor, nor did he turn his head to look at him, "The execution room is filthy, and the criminals really can't bear to dirty His Majesty's precious feet."

"Sir..." The new emperor hesitated to speak.

"Knowing that I have sinned against me is only Spring and Autumn."

Su Yuan turned to look at him, "The meritorious deeds of the courtiers will be judged by later generations. The criminal ministers are never afraid of being notorious and cast aside by thousands of people. I only hope that Your Majesty must protect the new law. Otherwise, the criminal ministers will die this time, and they will not be able to rest in peace." .”

So the new emperor finally felt at ease, shed two tears and left the torture room step by step.

As soon as the emperor walked out, the eunuch who announced the decree and served poison and wine came in and stood aside respectfully.

Su Yuan glanced at them, then looked at himself in the bronze mirror, his temples had white hair, just like the frost and snow on the temples when they were boating on the lake.

In many late nights when he was tired but unable to fall asleep, he also thought, if the wooden oar hadn't fallen to the ground at that time, would he have indulged Changsheng to kiss him?

It was the last time he thought about it, and he still had no answer.

So he finally stood up and walked to the little eunuch.He didn't put on any airs, but in just a few short steps, even though he was wearing a prison uniform, he still did not hide his elegance.

——In the end, it was Su Xiangguo who held unlimited power, disturbed the situation in the Southern Chen Dynasty, and attracted countless dignitaries to become astonished.

The eunuch glanced at him, sighed inwardly, but had no choice but to take out the imperial decree in his hand, but Su Yuan raised his hand to block his movement, and pulled out a yellowed ginkgo leaf from behind his collar.

"Give me this, will you?"

His voice was gentle and polite, and his face was so calm that he couldn't tell he was dying.

"Take it if you like it." The eunuch Xuanzhi didn't understand why Mr. Su cared about this yellow leaf. It was probably because of the aloofness of a literati.

But he didn't know that he once encountered a ginkgo tree called Changsheng in that bitter cold place.

Su Yuan held the stalk of the leaf and turned it in his hand, and the golden leaf spun, like a flying butterfly, and also like longevity.

It's autumn, he counted with his fingers.

It was winter when he left Yingzhou, and it has been 20 years since he survived this autumn.

I don't know if Changsheng's body is also golden now...

He remembered that before he left, he wanted to leave an address for Changsheng, but Changsheng said: "Mr. is going to the capital. In 20 years, he must be a hero in Nanchen. If I want to find Mr. at that time, I don't need the address. I'm afraid I can just ask on the side of the road." A naughty boy, he must also know the name of Mr.

He guessed right, indeed everyone in the streets and alleys knew his name, but today's urchins may only sing nursery rhymes that they learned to ridicule and insult him from the population arranged by the powerful.

"It's dirty your ears." Su Yuan said to the little leaf.

"Sir... what did you say?" the little eunuch who was carrying the poisonous wine said cautiously.

"It's nothing." Su Yuan smiled at him, just like the first time he saw Chang Sheng, gentle and calm.

He picked up the poisoned wine and drank it neatly. The eunuch held the unopened imperial decree in his hand, but there was no need to open it anymore.

The porcelain cup was smashed to the ground with a crisp sound, Su Yuan cupped his hands to the sky, and raised his voice wantonly: "My lord, thank the emperor for his grace!"

100 years ago, Prime Minister Su died in the No.19 year of the reform, an autumn covered with ginkgo leaves.

100 years later, General Xia died on a night with flying yellow sand, amidst the neighing of brave war horses.

Chen Suyuan in the south is a billowing charcoal burned out in the cold winter, and Xia Ying in the north Zhou is a gorgeous firework in the dark night.

——In the end, it all returned to silence, turning into a handful of loess blowing sand, falling on the land that I had been thinking about before I was alive.

Xia Ying, who was floating in the air, had no way of knowing what would have happened if the wooden oar hadn't fallen.

He just finally understood why after Su Yuan reincarnated as Xia Ying 100 years later, why did he fall in love with Chang Sheng for no reason and unable to extricate himself the first time he saw Chang Sheng.

That was the affection that Su Yuan could not say or recite, but could only bury in his soul.

Let Xia Ying tell everything.

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The author has something to say:

"Knowing that I have sinned against me is only spring and autumn." - "Mencius Teng Wen Gongxia"

Open for a while, interested treasures can be healthy, although double open, but don't worry about pitfalls, this meeting will be completed soon