Jiang Qing

This small disturbance is like ripples on the calm water. Although calm has been restored on the surface, the hearts of the parties are full of mixed feelings.

The meeting after three years unfolded in front of Bai Bingchen with such a resolute attitude, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Yue next to him, as if he wanted to see his true expression clearly from this skin.

After six years of enmity between him and Mei Shao, it was the first time that he and Mei Shao had shown it openly in front of Bai Bingchen.Now through this skin, he can still restrain his mind, what kind of scene will it be when Mei Shao really meets him?

Bai Bingchen blew away the tea leaves floating on the cup, and the rising heat made his expression a little blurred.

In the past three days, the White Mansion has been tight inside and out. He will not be so naive as to think that Mei Shao is easy to come to the mansion. He just wants to use Zhou Yue's face to have a romantic relationship with him. He is always on guard against Mei Shao. He started to attack himself, but he never waited.

Sometimes Bai Bingchen even deliberately created opportunities for him, but he ignored it.After six years, Bai Bingchen found sadly that he no longer understood his thoughts at all.

If these ghosts hidden under deep affection are removed, these three days really passed peacefully and peacefully.

He was so calm that he almost forgot his calculations and suspicions, and the purpose and plot of the person who came, and just cast his eyes on that person's face again and again, trying to see the person clearly through the mask. people's eyebrows.

When did you have this selfishness?

It was watching him take a nap on the feldspar under the pear tree in the afternoon, the fine sunlight sprinkled on his side face, and he held up the scroll to shield him from the sun; The piece of chestnut cake that came out; he was still fishing by the lake, and he deliberately fell on his shoulder to pretend to be asleep, but he didn't even move when the fish bit the hook.

It is wishful thinking, and I am grateful to God for sending me these three days of lingering, a good dream.

The final drum on the ring sounded, and the day's competition was over.

It's time to wake up from the dream.

The sun is slanting, and it is almost dusk.

After a few days of delay in Jianzhou, King Xie En's convoy finally approached Pingdu.

Li An leaned on the soft cushion in the carriage, squinted his eyes and looked at Mei Shao several times: "If you don't come, I will go to the city. Why are you still carrying this face? Why don't you go back to the post with me?" Do you want to go back again?"

Li An is a prince who knows how to enjoy himself. On the small table in front of him are some food boxes and snacks, an incense burner, and some small cabinets that can be opened and closed are made on the wall of the carriage. Inside are some small ornaments, calligraphy and paintings that he likes.Anyone who came in would secretly sigh in his heart, King Xie En, an idle prince who seemed unfavored, was probably living more comfortably than those orthodox princes.

Mei Shao picked up a silver chopstick in front of her, twirled it in her hand, flicked her wrist, the silver chopstick passed through the curtain of the carriage and stabbed a shadow, a pool of blood splashed on the curtain of the carriage.

The convoy that was originally driving stopped suddenly, and there was the sound of screams from the servants outside.

"My lord?"

A voice of inquiry came from outside.

"Uncle Heng, it's okay, keep going." Li An closed his fan and tapped twice on the carriage curtain.

"When did such dirty people get mixed into your convoy, and you didn't notice it yourself?"

"After you faked your death in Jianzhou, Bai Bingchen sent someone to find out the facts, probably the spies who sneaked in at that time. But at that time you were no longer in the convoy, so I didn't care. Let him be a bit of a romantic prince. Isn't it just right to lose true love and go back with heartbroken news?"

"Really?" Mei Shao sat up straight and stared into his eyes, "In the past six years, we have each got what we need. You need a reputation as a deceitful prodigal, and I need a shelter that can protect my life But at the very beginning, why did you choose me? Choose a good-looking man from the Qing Dynasty in Pingdu, and marry into the mansion by force, and you can get rid of your ridiculous reputation. Why did you save me under the eyes of the first emperor? What about the son of the criminal?"

"Of course it's because you are more beautiful than all of them. Wouldn't it tarnish my taste to just pick one at random?"

He avoided answering again.

Mei Shao actually doesn't have much memory of how she was rescued from the Xunfang Hall by King Xie En six years ago.

After arriving in southern Xinjiang, his consciousness was fuzzy for the first two years, as if he was stepping on a cloud, floating.He couldn't hear the sound outside, and he didn't feel anything. He felt that he should be dead, because he couldn't even remember those painful memories.Until one day, he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, everything in front of him was clear, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicinal herbs. He desperately found that he was still alive, and only himself was still alive.

Even though four years have passed, their voices and appearances are still so clear.His parents, his elder brother, and the Mei Mansion, where laughter often wafted out, all disappeared overnight.

It took him four years to wake up from a dream.

When he really woke up completely, he found that he was still as powerless as four years ago.

He lives as the male favorite of King Xie En, not the son of General Hussars Mei Zhou.He has long been reduced to the son of a criminal minister and a slave, but he still hates in his heart, the ruthless king, and even more the informant Bai family.

This kind of strong hatred supported him to survive humiliation, he wanted to live and go back.Now that the high-ranking king has committed the crime of rebellion, he will let them know what real rebellion is; since that person stepped on the bones of the Mei family and walked to where he is today, he will make him severely fall down.

Li An saw that the hand holding the wine glass in front of him was trembling slightly, and his gaze became distracted.He held his wrist: "Chongjin, wake up."

No answer.

He hastily added a lot of spices to the incense burner.The sandalwood immediately spread in the closed carriage.

Mei Shao's expression also gradually recovered, Li An breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and reprimanded: "I knew you would not be able to hold on, I said before you went to see him, if you go to the old place again, you will see the old enemy again. You need to restrain your mind from time to time. You didn't bring Master Xiaoci's prayer beads, but fortunately you fell ill with me, if you leak something in the White Mansion, I won't even be able to collect your corpse."

Mei Shao raised a hand and opened a corner of the curtain of the carriage: "If you want to die, you will be smoked to death first. You are really used to being a prince, so add fragrance and make it like this."

Li An resentfully picked up the tea in front of him, and changed the subject: "You can lie to the world, don't you rely on me to paint? I don't paint except for beauties. This time it is considered a breach of the precept. Give me what I want."

"I still think he recognized me and pretended to be close to me, which is the most likable person." Mei Shao took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and threw it into Li An's arms, "No , the map of the White House you want."

Li An couldn't care less about looking at the map, he stared at him several times with wide eyes, and finally set his gaze on his right earlobe: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"He is the most patient and foolish person. I just want to see how far he can endure. I would love to go back and see his expression at that moment when he saw my real skin."

"Even though I've lived in your country of Li for so long, I still don't understand your tricks of competing for people's hearts." Li An waved his hand at him, "Go early and return early and don't stay overnight, or I, my nominal husband, won't look good."

The lamp was turned on in the study, and the halo was dim.

Bai Bingchen held a copy of "Chengze Art of War", and took up a pen from time to time to make some notes on it.He was so absorbed in watching that he forgot the time for a moment, and even dinner was still unused.

The light flickered slightly, Jiang Yan tried his best to lighten his steps, and put a letter on the corner of the table.

Bai Bingchen didn't even raise his head, but still persisted in asking, "Did you follow someone?"

"Ning Kuan has heard that King Xie En has arrived in Pingdu, and it is estimated that he will rest at the post house tonight, and he will be able to enter the palace to face the saint tomorrow."

"Then he probably saw someone, so leave him a door." He paused his pen and blew on the ink marks that were not dry, as if he hadn't read the letter.

"The letter from over there." Jiang Yan pushed the letter forward.

"I will only lift the ban tomorrow, and I can't wait for today." Bai Bingchen looked down at the letter with a little anger.

It was still that person's usual style, using the most cheap paper in the city, and there was no word on the envelope.

"Patriarch, waiting for a reply over there."

Bai Bingchen glared at Jiang Yan, as if blaming him for being talkative, he took it apart after a sigh, glanced at it, and smiled angrily: "It's thanks to him thinking it out, you just go back to him, I won't go .”

He took off the hood covering the candle flame, watched the tongue of flame devour the letter in his hand bit by bit, and returned to the calm state of the ancient water. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was a little dignified.

A voice came out suddenly, startling Jiang Yan to look at the unfinished letter immediately.

"Brother!" Mei Shao pushed the door open and walked in, and saw that Bai Bingchen seemed to be burning something, the flames were flickering quickly, he pretended to glance casually, and only saw a grasshopper painted on the signature.

Bai Bingchen's expression remained the same, as if nothing had happened, and he didn't intend to hide anything, so he put the lampshade back on himself.

Jiang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and stepped back to deliver the letter.In fact, the letter writer on the other end had never even seen him, and he was just picking up the letter at the agreed place.

Every time I look at the expression of the owner when he receives the letter, he seems to be a good friend who has known each other for many years.Bai Bingchen is gentle and polite, but he has few close friends in Pingdu. He isolates himself with a gentle but firm attitude, and does not entrust his trust to anyone.

"Brother, try it. This is Yongfuzhai's chestnut cake. Don't you like it the most? I waited for a long time to buy it." Mei Shao didn't seem to notice his expression, and asked for a piece of cake. Send it to Bai Bingchen's mouth.

Bai Bingchen didn't move, his eyes were full of smiles, he just looked at him.

With just one glance, both of them knew it well.

Bai Bingchen will go to court tomorrow, and King Xie En will face the Holy Spirit tomorrow.

All that they evaded finally came as promised.The lovesickness who once hid under the eaves of this small house, through a thin mask, to quench her thirst for six years, was only warmed with ice, suffering from heat and cold.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like this?" Mei Shao leaned slightly, approaching Bai Bingchen, smiling innocently.

Bai Bingchen pulled the man in front of him a little closer, raised his hand to caress his side face, and pressed it lightly, finally touching his earlobe, and smiled slightly: "This is not a good skin, It’s hard for you to wear it for so many days.”

The smile in Mei Shao's eyes was very deep, and then he resumed his original voice: "Then what kind of skin can win senior brother's favor."

As he drew closer, a strand of black hair ran across Mei Shao's shoulder and landed on the side of Bai Bingchen's face, rubbing it slightly itchy.

The dim candlelight distilled a light and shadow, reflecting their silhouettes on the window paper, sitting and standing, with long hair hanging down, like a pair of people.

The study suddenly fell into silence, not even the draft from the hall came in.

"Zi la -", the candle wick exploded.

"Only the former little general Mei has such a lingering demeanor."

He did recognize me early on.

Mei Shao curled her mouth when she heard this, grabbed his hand with her backhand, covered her face, and linked her fingers, guiding him to touch behind her ear.

"My humble appearance, please appreciate it." He offered himself as a plaything.

Bai Bingchen tore off the mask of the man in front of him with his hands.

A moth suddenly crashed into the lampshade, the scorching flame ignored its struggle, and the flapping wings made the flame seedlings tremble.

The candlelight flickered on and off, making him dazed.Caught off guard, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes broke into his eyes, the upturned eyes closed the little redness, and the twinkle in his eyes was about to drown him, he could see his calm appearance and agitation in those eyes. Drum-like heartbeat.

He suddenly thought of the countless nights of being alone, the nights when he hid when he was teased by his classmates when he was dragged down by his inferiority and loneliness when he was young, the nights when he sat in front of the hall when he learned that he was going to interrogate Mei Shao, and when the edict of the Cangshan treason case came down On the night when he was locked up in the ancestral hall by his father, he curled up in the corner with the "solitary pillow" on to survive the insomnia night.

I clenched my fists tightly and survived these long nights just for the sake of this light.

The struggling moth finally stopped moving. The candle was burning its corpse, emitting a pungent smell, and a wisp of smoke drifted slowly from the lampshade.

Moths to the flame, willingly.