General, he's cheating again

That night, Gu Zhen and Leng Ji had already arrived in Huaibei, the two of them went back to the residence to take a bath, and without eating dinner, they rushed to the back mountain with a few bottles of good wine to visit the Huaibei Marquis and Wangfei's graves.

Leng Ji knew that Gu Zhen would release his true nature only after returning to the Hou's mansion, just like the moment when the moon and stars were scarce.He stood on the side quietly watching the drunk Gu Zhen hugging Gu Qinan's tombstone and crying loudly.

Its cries are miserable, heart-piercing and even to the point of frightening a group of black crows that live in the deep forest of the back mountain in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Gu Zhen was crying bitterly while reaching out for the wine offered to Gu Qinan, Leng Ji reluctantly cupped his hands and reminded: "General, this bottle is the prince's sacrificial wine, so you can't drink it."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(ery

"..."

Leng Ji was speechless.

But after a while, the wine in the wine bottle in Gu Zhen's hand bottomed out again.Originally, Leng Ji thought that Gu Zhen would calm down without drinking, but he didn't expect to see Gu Zhen throwing the wine bottle aside, his arms around the cold stone tablet, and his crying became even more miserable.

Gu Zhen sobbed and said, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

That's right, hearing the words, Lengji suddenly remembered that since the death of the prince and concubine, Gu Zhen would cry to them every time he went to the grave. He was a broken sleeve.

Subconsciously plugging his ears with his fingers, Leng Ji looked up helplessly at the stars and sighed in his heart. His general's cry, which was worse than the howling of a pig, made him so painful that he couldn't live without it.

The next day when Gu Zhen woke up leisurely on the soft couch, he dimly opened his sleepy eyes and saw Leng Ji, who was holding a sword in his hand and whose eye circles were as black as pot ashes, was guarding the edge of his bed motionless.

Gu Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of guilt in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, "Cough... Leng Ji, did you drink too much last night?"

Hearing the sound, Leng Ji shook his head to regain his senses, looked at Gu Zhen and nodded violently with a tired face.

"You look like you haven't closed your eyes all night. What are you doing to guard me?" Gu Zhen sat up slowly and sighed while resting his forehead with a headache before he fully woke up from the wine: "Okay, go and rest quickly. Master gets up and walks around by himself." move around."

After he finished grooming, Gu Zhen picked out a set of dark purple plain brocade toga from the handmaid and dressed hastily. His black hair like a waterfall was simply tied at the end with a white cloth ribbon.

After drinking a bowl of hangover soup for breakfast, he lost his appetite, and he shut himself in the study for the whole day to read some military books.

It was like watching this for a whole day, and when Gu Zhen put down the book exhaustedly, he saw drunken red light seeping into the gap between the bamboo curtains in front of the door.

Standing up and walking to the door, Gu Zhen folded his arms in front of him and leaned against the door frame, his eyes reflected a peach tree with lush branches and leaves rising above the wall bathed in the setting sun, he let out a soft sigh from his thin lips for a long time, and stroked his chin with his fingers He murmured: "But it's strange to miss him after leaving for a day."

Gu Zhen immediately acted on whatever came to his mind, turned around and went back to the room, Gu Zhen picked up a pen, rummaged around on the desk for a while, and finally found a book full of sour words, and opened it casually. A collection of poems about love and love.

Slightly frowning and forcing himself to watch in silence for a while, Gu Zhen pursed his lips and sighed, "What is written here?

It's up to the general himself to think about it. "

With a pen and ink on it, Gu Zhen spread the letter paper on the desk, and then seriously wrote a line of ambiguous lowercase letters on the paper——

Gu Lang thinks about Xiao Qingqing's first day,

Can't eat.

After finishing writing, Gu Zhen nodded in satisfaction. He dried the letter, rolled it up and put it in a bamboo tube as big as a knuckle, then walked to the window and blew a whistle, and a carrier pigeon flew over and stood in front of the window.

The carrier pigeon took Gu Zhen's letter and flew high towards the capital. Gu Zhen was relieved to see the little white bird working so hard to deliver the letter for him, and his mood became more and more happy at the moment. He roughly estimated it, and finally calculated it. Qin Qingrong will probably receive a lovesickness from him around dinner time today.

Sure enough, when the sky was getting dark, Qin Qingrong returned to the study after finishing his meal, and saw a carrier pigeon parked in front of the window, refusing to leave.Taking down the letter from the bamboo tube on the carrier pigeon's feet, he opened it strangely, but he didn't expect that it was written by Gu Zhen.

The wound on his hand from yesterday was still stinging faintly at this moment, Qin Qingrong gritted his teeth and squeezed the letter in his hand, secretly thinking that it was just time to settle the old and new grudges together.

He picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the letter paper——

Ah,

Aren't you busy having fun with beauties?

After finishing writing, Qin Qingrong lowered his eyebrows and looked at the line of wet ink and pursed his lips slightly. After venting his grievances, he hesitated in his heart whether he should just reply to Gu Zhen like this.

After struggling for a moment, he made up his mind to finally send the letter back like this. Looking at the trajectory of the white pigeon's departure, Qin Qingrong's eyes gradually became complicated, and he thought to himself that Gu Zhen would think that he was hypocritical and boring when he saw his reply to the letter. .

In the evening, Leng Ji, who had rested all day, woke up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

At this time, there was no one in the kitchen, and the lights in the house were dark.Leng Ji casually lifted the lid of the wooden pot on the stove and reached into the pot to feel if there were steamed buns or something in it.

Unexpectedly, Mantou didn't touch him, but suddenly touched a soft little hand, and subconsciously clamped his wrist, the owner of this little hand couldn't help but screamed in pain.

Brought out of the kitchen by Leng Ji and thrown on the ground outside the door, Leng Ji looked at the small lump of tattered clothes on the ground and felt more and more familiar. Only then did he determine who the person in front of him was.

"Why are you here?"

Leng Ji folded his arms expressionlessly, fixed his eyes on the little man on the ground, and spoke in an indifferent voice.

"Then where have you been all these days?"

The little boy twisted his wrists and frowned and got up from the ground. Since Leng Ji ate candied haws with him last time, he hadn't seen Leng Ji in the city again.

Seeing that Leng Ji didn't look at him and ignored him, the little boy was so angry that he kicked Leng Ji's leg but didn't want to hurt his own foot.He hugged his feet and almost burst into tears, "Oh, I hid under your chariot and followed all the way here.

These days I have been looking for you in the city, but I can't find you. I almost thought you were dead.I'm looking for you for no other reason, didn't you treat me to candied haws last time, I want to give you a candy just to thank you. "

After searching around for a long time, the boy finally found a piece of lard candy wrapped in kraft paper in his trouser leg.Staring at Tang and swallowing, he finally withdrew his gaze and held Tang's little black hand towards Leng Ji.

Let's just believe that the boy is telling the truth, Leng Ji said coldly: "No need."

After Xizi Rujin finished speaking, Lengji held his sword expressionlessly, turned around and walked out of the courtyard. After he walked a few steps, he found that the little boy behind him was still following him.

Slightly frowning, he paused and pried the hilt of the sword with his thumb to reveal a section of cold light. He turned around and pretended to be angry and threatened, "If you follow me again, you have to be careful of the sword in my hand."

His eyes fell on the exposed part of the silver sword. The little boy forced himself to be calm. He bit his lower lip and showed courage in his round eyes. He clenched his fists and said to Lengji: "I followed you because you are very good at martial arts. I I want to worship you as my teacher!

My parents passed away early, and I grew up living alone in the city eating a variety of meals.The person who gave me money last time was right. If you want to survive, you must rely on your own ability to make a living. I also want to have my own ability! "

Unexpectedly, a small person would have such great courage, Leng Ji quietly looked at the little boy in front of him and replied without any disturbance: "Practicing martial arts is very hard, you can't persevere."

"I'm not afraid of suffering. Do you know how I hid under the chariot and followed me?" The little boy rubbed his arms and said, "I used my hands and feet to support the crossbar at the bottom of the car. It took four hours to get in.

This will prove to you that I am not afraid of suffering. "

Hearing this, Leng Ji still looked calm, "It's nothing."

It seemed that Leng Ji didn't want to accept him as a disciple, and the little boy showed a slight frustration on his face.He tightly clenched the lard candy in his hand, pretending to be indifferent and forcing out a smile even though he wanted to cry, "You are not the only one who knows martial arts in this world, it's okay, if you reject me, I can do it again." ..."

"I didn't reject you. It's just that the thing you think is very bitter is really nothing to me."

Leng Ji raised his voice to interrupt Xiaotong, and he said seriously: "I can teach you martial arts, I hope you can stick to it."

"Are you...really! That's great hahaha!"

The little boy didn't react for a while, but when he did, his whole face was smiling like a sunflower, and he jumped up and down excitedly.

Leng Ji looked at it coldly for a while, then shook his head slightly, turned around and continued to walk out of the courtyard, intending to find Gu Zhen.

The little boy hurried to catch up behind him, he kept stuffing the candy on Leng Ji, Leng Ji was a little annoyed, then frowned and refused: "I told you, no need."

The pace under his feet quickened instantly, Leng Ji just wanted to find his own general now, so in order to get rid of this little trouble around him, he disappeared from the little boy's sight in a blink of an eye.

When he came to Gu Zhen's inner courtyard, Leng Ji went to the window of the east chamber and turned over. After seeing refreshments on the table outside, because he was hungry, he seldom sat on the stool in Gu Zhen's room and ate one bite at a time.

On the other hand, Gu Zhen, who was reclining on the beauty's couch and looking at the letter in his hand, was in a particularly happy mood at the moment, with a smile on his brow.

After eating two pieces of cakes, Leng Ji realized that something was wrong with Gu Zhen belatedly. He approached the beauty bed and looked at the letter in Gu Zhen's hand. After realizing that it was sent to Gu Zhen by Qin Qingrong, he understood why Gu Zhen was like this. happy.

"The general is very pleased."

Leng Ji stood quietly and looked at Gu Zhendao.

"Of course I'm happy." Gu Zhen carefully folded the letter in his hands, and his thin lips curved slightly, "It seems that I didn't do any useless work. Xiao Qingqing is really jealous."

After folding the letter, he sighed again, and Gu Zhen's eyes showed a trace of regret, "It's a pity that I didn't get to see him when he was jealous.

Tsk, but I will have plenty of opportunities in the future. "