Only God is left

His position in Beijing is inconspicuous at all, he is just the leader of the east and west squad in the middle and lower ranks of the imperial army, he still has no relationship with his father, he has his plan, he needs time to step on every step he takes, his father never taught him He has a way to reach the sky in one step in the world. At 24 years old, he still has a long way to go.

That day when he was about to leave the palace when he was changing shifts, his father was talking to someone in the distance, and when he saw him coming out, he waved for him to come over.He was a little surprised. Although he was also working in the army, even if he met him in the palace, he didn't greet him very much. The man was just covered by the pillars, so he couldn't see it for sure, so when he came to him, he looked up and was stunned. .

- He hasn't changed at all.

Plain white close-fitting casual clothes with narrow sleeves, bright and attractive golden eyes, bowed to him very politely: "Young Master Zhao, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His father gave him a few words of introduction, he probably knew that Gao Huaide was full of Ding Youying and was called back to Beijing, and the commander of the squad was just on top of him. Gao Huaide and his father belonged to the same department. At this time, by the way, introduce him to his son.

When his father left, Gao Huaide smiled at him before he said anything: "Your father and I are colleagues. I guess I will see him more often than you in the future."

——This matter is troublesome.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, no matter when and where, we all know that there are always some situations that can easily fool people into exuberant bloodletting treats, just like when the bridal chamber wedding night gold list title, and this time.

"Squad leader Zhao, what good thing has happened to you?"

He was in a particularly good mood, with a smile on his face all the time: "What's the good thing, brothers have worked hard these days, what's the point of buying a drink first."

As he said that, he greeted everyone: "Come, come, everyone eat and drink well, no one is allowed to fall down, anyone who wants to get drunk will play leftovers here, immediately take off his clothes and throw it at the gate of the camp!"

We all know that Zhao Kuangyin, the head of the Dongxi Banxing, is a person who likes to make friends, and people are willing to deal with such people.His father is the commander of the Protector of the Holy City in the army, but he didn't come up from the shadows. He usually does things happily and decently, and he is also generous. , What nonsense are you talking about!" and it passed.In this way, the other party was even more grateful, and he would say how good Captain Zhao was when he saw everyone, and he became famous in the army not long after.

This evening, after the shift was over, he asked the group of people to go to the restaurant in the city to eat and drink. Seeing that the people in the restaurant were drinking, he guessed that it was about time and slipped out. During the day, he privately asked Gao Huaide to meet here. It's time to pinch it just enough to walk away.

He asked the shopkeeper to put the account under his own name and went straight out the door. Seeing Gao Huaide standing outside and not going in, he tiptoed around from behind, and when he came to him, he suddenly hugged Gao Huaide by the waist, humming nonsense. The sour song: "~ Looking at the high mountain from this mountain, I saw Sister Jiao picking up firewood for burning. If you have no firewood, I will chop it. If you have no water to eat, I will pick it. Don't ask Sister Jiao to twist her waist——"

When he sang the word waist, he began to grope around his waist. At first, he was afraid of being seen by others and wanted to get rid of Gao Huaide in surprise, but Zhao Kuangyin couldn't get rid of him as if he was stuck on him, so he had to ask helplessly: "What are you doing?" I just said that if someone gets drunk here...playing...the leftovers...what should I do?"

He imitated Zhao Kuangyin's accent a bit bluntly, and Zhao Kuangyin was amused at the time: "What's the matter?——Let's go to the gate of the camp?"

"asshole--"

Putting his face on Gao Huaide's shoulder from behind, Zhao Kuangyin licked his sideburns and just smiled: "If you scold someone, you won't succeed. I'll teach you. I call him dead ghost Tang'er when you scold someone. If you want to scold again, just say this."

(I can't help but say that this man is really disgusting...)

He smiled too cunningly (wretched, it should be this word...), Gao Huaide squinted his eyes and squinted at him, with suspicion clearly written on his face, Zhao Kuangyin smiled even more wretchedly (well, just this word lol): "You Just feel free to scold me boldly, I have a thick skin, and you can stand up to the one who kills a thousand swords - ouch!"

——Gao Huaide finally couldn't take it anymore and bit him hard on the face.

This bite was unambiguous, and he finally let go with a pain. Gao Huaide smiled happily: "Didn't you say that you have a thick skin?"

He touched his face and couldn't help laughing, and immediately moved the other side up: "Yes, I'm thick-skinned—come on, let's do it this way again."

Snapped! ——I knew I was going to slap my face!

Gao Huaide turned around and left, and Zhao Kuangyin followed closely: "Where are you going?"

"Of course it's where I live. Tomorrow I have to rush into the camp." Gao Huaide didn't look back, and added: "You too."

"You forgot something."

Gao Huaide looked back at him, he pointed at himself and smiled: "And this man, you don't plan to take him back?"

Gao Huaide looked at him and smiled: "Let's go."

——This is the reason why he asked a group of people to come out for a drink.

Gao Huaide's residence in the middle of the capital was surprisingly well-organized, without any extra furnishings, and it even seemed a bit empty. It was completely impossible to tell that the owner was actually an envoy of the Imperial Army who received an extra salary from the governor.The most amazing thing is that the ordinary ground is so clean that it makes people feel that walking barefoot is not stained with dust. He is a little afraid to set foot because he is neat and tidy inside and out.

Seeing that the room layout was too unpopular, he asked casually, "You really haven't found a woman?"

"I said, I don't need a woman."

Indeed, no matter how you look at it, there is no place for a woman to enter.

When the lamp was turned on, he saw that there was a strange musical instrument on the only antique shelf next to Hu’s bed. Under the extraordinarily long neck was a hemispherical piano surface. The width is just right, and a whole piece of brocade is thickly piled up under the qin. It looks like the lustrous pattern is the style of Sichuan, and it is obviously a good thing to be bright and bright.

"What kind of musical instrument is this? Why haven't I seen it before."

"...a harp from the Tartars. It was left by my grandfather. It used to belong to my father, but now it belongs to me."

He couldn't catch the name of the piano. Gao Huaide spoke very quickly, with strange twists and turns between syllables. It was a language he had never heard before.

"There are Tatars in your family?"

"I don't know, probably not."

Gao Huaide's answer was very absent-minded, he only mentioned the qin and sat cross-legged on the bed next to him, holding the qin in his arms, he raised his head to twist the strings.

Only then did Zhao Kuangyin see a dagger under the piano stand. The dagger was extremely exquisite and obviously valuable.It is not the style of the Central Plains at all, the blade is slightly curved, the copper sheath is carved with patterns of vines and leaves, and it is also embossed with gold thread. The handle is a horse's head carved from a whole piece of clear and flawless glass crystal. Horsehair whiskers are visible.

Seeing him staring at the dagger, Gao Huaide added: "It's also his, you can pick it up and look at it, it doesn't matter."

He squatted down, picked up the dagger, turned it over, looked at it, and then pulled it out with shaking hands. He thought it was just a decorative thing, but who knew that the blade was actually made of rare and high-quality steel, and the sharpness was so sharp that it could be used to judge people—what kind of person? with something like this?

"I've also heard about the white horse volunteers in Yanbei. What kind of person is your grandfather...General Gao?"

"...I don't know much, and my father doesn't often talk about it, he..." Without going on, Gao Huaide smiled unnaturally: "I don't know."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Zhao Kuangyin didn't ask any more.The children in the camp grew up listening to the stories of soldiers and horses fighting. They are familiar with the stories of the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons and the Warring States Seven Heroes Yuntai 28 General Lingyan Pavilion 24 Hero Master Guan Li Tianwang.The ancient ones are full of magic, but the modern ones are naturally less magical, but there are also many things that people talk about.The closest one is Gao Siji with a white horse and a silver spear, who was named Zhen Yandai, a Khitan who was selected as a volunteer soldier from the white horse group in the north to resist the plundering in the south. He listened to these stories throughout his childhood, and later grew up. After a lot of experience, I have my own ideas when I look back, but holding this dagger at this time is like holding a broken halberd dug from the Chibi Beach. It is unreal to be so close all of a sudden. Feel.

He couldn't imagine Gao Huaide wearing this kind of thing, after all, this dagger was too ostentatious anyway, thinking about it, he intentionally or unintentionally compared it with Gao Huaide's waist from a distance.

As if aware of his movements, Gao Huaide, who had been fiddling with the instrument, looked over. The strings vibrated a low and short syllable. It was only a moment, and an indescribable shock flashed in those golden eyes. the light of man.

It should be an illusion, Zhao Kuangyin seemed to see a fleeting image on him, he couldn't describe it specifically, he just felt that the dagger seemed to fit him perfectly at that moment.

Gao Huaide smiled at him casually: "Do you like it? If you like it, take it away."

He was stunned: "Isn't this something that you passed down from your family? What does it sound like if I take it away?"

Unexpectedly, Gao Huaide insisted at this time: "Take it away, I didn't want this in the first place."

--Why?Thinking of this, Zhao Kuangyin pondered for a moment but did not refuse: "If you say that, I will accept it."

At this time, Gao Huaide had already tuned the string, and after a few plucks, he began to play, which was a foreign tune that was completely unfamiliar to him.

He stood there watching Gao Huaide's fingers fluttering on the strings, listening fascinatedly, his feet were frozen, and he couldn't move half a step-what a strange instrument!How come there are so many ups and downs on the two strings?That kind of voice is as fickle as it can manipulate the human heart; and the human heart, a mass of flesh and blood that is indistinguishable from an animal's, has so many fickle emotions?

It wasn't a very long song, and he only came back to his senses when the last note stopped abruptly.

"I've never heard that tune. You made it up yourself?"

Putting down the piano, Gao Huaide still had a smile on his face: "No, my father taught me, and I don't know where the tune is."

At this time, the two of them didn't know what to say. When the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Gao Huaide opened his mouth a little awkwardly: "...what do you want? Food? Drink?" After finishing speaking, he added: "—I There's no alcohol here."

It seems that Gao Huaide really doesn't deal with people very much, and Zhao Kuangyin doesn't care about these people, not to mention that what he wants now has nothing to do with food and drink. He walked over and sat down next to Gao Huaide, and casually found a topic: "I still want to ask Well, how did you end up here? What a coincidence?"

Gao Huaide replied lightly: "I can still do this kind of thing."

After Gao Xingzhou, who was named King Qi at that time, was born, Gao Huaide did not bargain at all, and dismissed the old government soldiers very neatly. After Ding You's term expired, he was called to the capital calmly to be a mid-level and low-level officer. The commander of the class is just above Zhao Kuangyin.

He let out an oh and didn't ask any further questions, his eyes were a little dazed as if he was thinking about something.

Gao Huaide approached him with a smile and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Let me think about it..." He frowned slightly, caressing Gao Huaide's side cheek with his fingers absently, but his eyes fell somewhere, with a serious expression on his face: "...This wall should be strong enough, right?"

He didn't get annoyed Gao Huaide just smiled, covered his hand and pulled it to his lips and kissed, soft; the soft lips slid to his palm and slipped to his fingertips, the warm tongue touched his skin.

He could only think that this was a naked provocation, and took advantage of the opportunity to embrace Gao Huaide, and he attached those wet lips.

When the heat was almost ready, he bit Gao Huaide's earlobe and whispered, "Do it? Huh?"

"...have you...washed?"

"……Um."

"Have you washed it?"

"……what."

"Have you washed it? Yes or no?"

"……No."

"Then I'll go with you."

——Who can stop the fire at this time!

The author has something to say: