The only honor of the water cut off

"Brother Gongsun, look."

Xiaoman took down a bead flower by his temples, held one end in his hand, and the other end was connected to the veil, with only half of the corner lifted, a dark brown centipede lingered on the white and tender cheek from the corner of the eyebrow, and extended to the back of the chin.It split into several sections again, opened its bottomless mouth, breathed out, sucked half of Gongsun Ce's soul, and only cried out: "Little... Xiaoman?!"

The corner of Xiaoman's mouth twitched, he put the veil on, and pulled a strand of hair to cover the corner of his eyebrows.

Gongsun Jizhi calmed down and said anxiously, "Xiaoman, what's the matter with your face?"

Xiaoman, who was stunned by surprise and pierced by unbelievable eyes, subconsciously covered his face with his hands, and turned around, only the silhouette of long eyelashes could be seen, reflected in a wave of water, leaving a faint line on the veil, It landed on the bar with a clatter.

"September 29, Lidong.

Floating clouds floated under Bao Zheng's body, and the water of the Ming River passed through his hair like a silver hairpin. She was standing on the mountain, and he fell into the air. It was so clear that he was still smiling at her.

This cliff is so deep that it is dizzying.

Wanting to jump down with him, someone on the left and right pulled her: "Xiaoman...no...His Royal Highness."

The princess screamed, only to be terrified.

That little man had already gone with Bao Zheng when he jumped off, and the rest was Princess Chai Siyan, who was not even qualified to follow him.

No one guarantees that love can be reborn, and no one guarantees that Mengpo soup can be poured out secretly. If you can’t love well while you’re alive, talk about after death, and don’t believe anything, you will die like this.

The mountains are beautiful and the water is clear, the royal hunting ground where the former emperor ruled. Si Yan used to ride the horse and draw the bow with the emperor since she was a child, and she knew a shortcut down the mountain, but it was too steep. The vines were able to stabilize his body, and there was a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, spreading out, full of fine burrs.

In the middle of the valley, I have already lost my direction, and I am going all the way forward based on my feeling. Where did the road come from? There are only ancient trees that cover the sky and the sun, each tree is tightly entwined by parasitic vines, the grass is full of thorns, shallow Green, dark green, dark green, and finally all faded into the blackness.The private land of the royal family is primitive and wild, without the slightest hint of civilization.

That night, a distinguished guest came to Pang's residence, half of the bun was scattered, and there were countless scratches on the clothes, some of which were still slightly red.

"Bao Zheng, I jumped off the cliff of Jinshan Mountain. I want you to help me find him."

Pang Tong's eyes froze when he heard the words: "Did he jump off a cliff?" Then he changed into an indifferent expression and said: "Princess, is this a request or an order?"

"What about requests? What about orders?"

"If it is an order, even though Pang has resigned from his official position, he still calls Zhao Laoliu the emperor, and if something is wrong, he will not act; if it is a request, the princess may have found the wrong person, right?"

"Your father hates him, but do you hate him too?"

He laughed: "Beautiful, really beautiful. Although I, Pang Tong, have never disdained etiquette and customs, I really want to be filial. My father hates Bao Zheng, and I am no exception."

"It's not a request, it's a request. I ask you to save him."

"Why?"

"Because you once liked me, whether it's true or not."

Pang Tong turned his head to look at her, and saw that she was in a panic everywhere, only those eyes were staring at him, but they were brighter and brighter than the Xiaoman who once made his heart beat, with persistence and determination.

"Good eyesight! Based on this, I can help you, but the cliff is hundreds of feet high, so there is a great chance of finding the corpse."

"I don't believe that he died so easily."

Pang Tong smiled, left, and the moment before he walked out of the room, he turned his head and said, "Miss Xiaoman, Pang Tong's affection can only be divided into degrees, there is no distinction between true and false."

Under the cover of night, a group of people were all dressed in black clothes, and they did not ride horses. They just walked forward silently on two legs, but they were no slower than horses. Mo Yi led 20 people towards the east, and Mo Xian led 20 people. When people go west, the thorns and vines all over the place seem to them to be just a section of the horizon raised, whether it is wood or rock, if there is a place to stay, they can go up.

The map is divided in advance, and everyone has their own small area to search, twenty feet up and twenty feet down, of course, if there is any.

Just like in wartime, the command is determined and each performs its duties.

Sure enough, it took only half a stick of incense, and someone would repay it.

Bao Zheng fell among the trees and was entangled by vines. His body was fractured in many places and his internal organs were damaged. He thought he was hit by the protruding rocks on the cliff many times. Unfortunately, he didn't fall to the ground, but he was already dying.

Or this time is different from the previous ones, the only way to hurt so badly is to jump down with a desperate heart, and the breath is still alive, is there still concern. 』

When Xiaoman mentioned this point, Gongsun Ce sighed in his heart: It's him again.

Didn't he and Zhan Zhao immediately go to the bottom of the cliff to look for them? Firstly, they didn't know the distance, secondly, there were few people and they were lonely. At night, they returned without success. On the second day, somehow, the emperor found out about it, and the search naturally became a success. He got the job of the imperial army, but was preempted by Pang Tong.Now that I think about it, maybe I passed Pang Tong that night.

Until now, I don't know what I think about Pang Tong. It seems that it is too superficial to judge him with good or bad. He only follows his own heart in doing things, and what does his heart look like?

Only Xiaoman continued to speak.

"I've been guarding him for a few days, but his condition is getting worse and worse. Famous doctors left one after another, and each of them shook his head at me."

"I still remember that day, when the first snow fell in the capital since the beginning of winter, everyone in the house and courtyard was in awe. Xiaoman stepped on the snow to the backyard to urge medicine. When he walked to the edge of the courtyard wall, he heard someone arguing outside.

A rude voice scolded: "When he was alive, you were mean to him. Now he is dying. You know that you have nothing to rely on. He cried. What's the point of being alive? Can you continue to be abused by you? I won't Let me lend you money, don't delay my business."

Then there was the woman's cry, Xiaoman seemed to have been stabbed by Xinxin, and stumbled towards the back door. The guard at the door saw it, thought that the noise outside had startled the princess, and hurriedly opened the door in fright. He scolded outside: "Which one dares to make a noise outside the Grand Master's Mansion."

When the seller saw him, he ran away in a hurry, shouting: "The grass people are guilty, the grass people are guilty."

The woman wanted to run, but she fell down and felt that someone was approaching behind her. She was afraid that it was coming with a stick, and she shrank into a ball crying. Seeing that she was pulling the jade-bead gold hairpin on her head, the end of the hairpin caught a strand of hair, and she couldn't pull it out, so she pulled it hard, loosening a piece of hair, followed by ear beads, a necklace, and a jade pendant around her waist He didn't let it go, he took it all off, stuffed all his brains into the woman's hands, and said: "Cure him, and then treat him well."

The first thing Xiaoman did when he came back was to drive away all the servants in charge of decocting medicine in the backyard, and not let anyone touch him again.

The next day, after the morning court, the father-in-law of Da'an Hall sang: "Prince Zheng's Mansion, Princess Cheshire has an audience."

Xiaoman went in with his front foot, and then knelt down on his back foot. The emperor frowned when he saw it, and dismissed the attendants on the left and right, Gong'e, then smiled all over his face, and went down the steps to help her: "When did you know the rules so well?"

"Please let the emperor spare Si Yan." The emperor's outstretched hand froze halfway.

The emperor withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and said with a smile: "Si Yan, I will make you my concubine after the new year, and when the time comes, I will make you my queen. What is there that I don't want to let go of my queen?"

"Your Majesty, if you want to win people's hearts, you can just take care of my grandfather well, and you don't need to set up a concubine or empress."

"Bold!" The emperor's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Bao Zheng can't see anyone alive, or dead body, what else do you want to do?"

"Whether Bao Zheng lives or dies, I will accompany him."

"You!" The emperor flicked his sleeves, smashed a glass, and sat heavily on the dragon chair: "It is well known in the court that the granddaughter of King Zheng, you, Chai Siyan, will soon become my concubine. If you have him Think about it, there is no royal face, you'd better stop thinking about others."

"Yes, I miss him, and I will never forget him in my life, but in the final analysis, who is responsible for this?"

Rejected, the emperor said angrily, "Chai Siyan, don't be too arrogant."

"The emperor wants the royal family to be decent, right?" A little smile appeared on Xiaoman's dignified face, and he stood up, revealing the palm tucked in his water sleeve. Found it, the dagger in her hand.

"You... you actually want to assassinate!" The emperor's tongue stuck, not because of fear, but because of anger.

As if he had never heard of it, Xiaoman lightly touched the blade with his fingertips, as if in pain, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, looked at the high emperor with a sad look, and murmured: "Xiaoman dare not." , Seeing her swinging the dagger, she stabbed at her face, and then pulled it down to her chin. I thought she had never used a knife before, which made the gap look extra wide. The blade glowed blue, the color of blood like a rose, white snow General skin and flesh.

Amidst the emperor's exclamation, his whole body trembled as he watched the world annihilate in front of him.

Within two days, two people asked me to let him go, but who will let me go?

The emperor called the widow, which seems to have originated from the first emperor: "It's really good, it's really good!"』』

The wound on her face was actually scratched by herself, the wound is so ferocious, one can imagine how ruthless the blow was.

He vaguely remembered a certain medical book that wrote a folk prescription for removing scars. Whether it was useful or not was unknown, Gongsun Ce took a step closer to Xiaoman and said, "Xiaoman, let me look at the scar again."

But Xiao Man dodged far away like a needle prick, and looked at him with half of his face covered, Gongsun Ce secretly scolded himself for being reckless, how much a beautiful woman should care about disfigurement, besides, he would I couldn't remember, so I smiled at her awkwardly.

"Afterwards, Pang Tong took us here. There are beautiful mountains and rivers here. You can hear birds singing in the morning and insects singing at night. In short, it is quiet. Pang Tong sent people to deliver medicines, cordyceps, ginseng, and snow lotus all over the house. , There are all kinds of expensive medicines, every half a month, the doctor will come to check the pulse and change the prescription, no, the doctor just came yesterday, and said that Bao Zheng is almost recovered, and the next step is to recuperate."

Gongsun Ce nodded and said: "I checked his pulse, it's just that he lacks vitality."

"Brother Gongsun, you also care about him, right?" Xiaoman said suddenly, Gongsun Ce was a little at a loss when he asked, caring, of course, how could he not care.

"This...naturally."

But Xiaoman knelt down towards him with a plop: "Brother Gongsun, you also saw that this place is like a paradise, let him recuperate here and don't take him away, okay?"

Gongsun Ce hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull her: "Xiaoman, what are you doing? Get up, get up."

But Xiaoman grabbed his sleeve with his backhand: "Brother Gongsun won't agree, I won't get up, Bao Zheng is a man who admits death, if he comes back again, maybe one day he will be tricked by the traitor again."

"Xiaoman, you also know that he has a stubborn temper, and when he recovers, he will definitely not let it go."

"I will beg him, beg him all the time, I don't want him to go to this whirlpool of the imperial court, at least for now, please promise me not to take him away, okay?"

I can't tell whether I feel pity or touch for her. I still cared about her cheating on Bao Zheng, but now everything has disappeared. I just ask her to stop crying. Gongsun Ce said to her with a light smile: "Little Man, get up first, I never said I would take him away!"

In fact, why am I willing to bring him into the whirlpool again?

Xiaoman looked at him in surprise, and smiled through tears: "Is this true?"

"We came to the island, originally it was a deal, firstly to make sure that he is really okay, secondly, Miss Xiaoman won't forget Aunt Bao, right?"

Xiaoman let out an 'ah' and said happily, "I'll go tell Pang Tong to bring Mrs. Bao here too."

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That night, Gongsun Ce slept very soundly.

Waking up in the morning, the sun receded behind the lake, and the mist was still floating on the top of the head, but such a large bamboo forest was swaying endlessly by the wind, tearing the mist into wisps.

Gongsun Ce stretched out his arms and took a breath of the cool and moist air. Except for the ding-dong sound of the brook on one side of the bamboo building, the whole island seemed to be still sleeping.

There was a sudden "clang" sound from under the bamboo building, Gongsun Ce stretched his head to look, and heard someone say: "It's been a long day of traveling, why don't you sleep a little longer, Mr. Gongsun?"

There is no need to stretch out this end to see, who else can this lazy voice be.

"Habits of many years, why do you change it as soon as you say it? Isn't Mr. Pang also practicing swords early in the morning?" Gongsun Ce pointed to the sword in Pang Tong's hand, but not his seven-star sword.

"Pang doesn't like to be seen practicing swords, not humans, nor birds and beasts. Naturally, he chooses the time when everything is asleep. Besides, Pang doesn't have a good life like a son, and his body is delicate and fleshy."

"You..." Pang Tong also learned to hurt him at some point.

Gongsun Ce flicked his sleeves and turned to leave, but was held back by Pang Tong: "Look at the smoke in the kitchen, they must be steaming five-color steamed buns. If there is a pot of fragrant tea, it is a perfect match."

"Tea?" Gongsun Ce squinted at him.

"Yes, the son will do the soaking."

Gongsun Ce glared, and even ordered me to do something. Logically, he should have flatly refused, but he was unwilling in his heart. Maybe he was also grateful to him for saving Bao Zheng, and for taking him to such a good place to recuperate.

Nod your head, "Okay, I will save face for you."

Pang Tong wanted to tie the sword around his waist, but he put the sword aside. For some reason, he didn't want to carry the sword today.

He raised his hand to lead him the way: "Young master, how about we go get the first bucket of water this morning together?"

The two of them walked down the path by the lake. The grass leaves on the roadside were still covered with dew. From time to time, one of them was soaked on their shoes. As the lake receded and the bamboo approached, the damp feeling in the air became more serious. some.

Plum-blossom bamboo, holy-sound bamboo, square bamboo, clusters of them are coming towards you, and they are full of fresh air. Gongsun Ce touched a square bamboo and said with a smile: "You can't tell it is square from a distance. After touching it, I was sure it was indeed square."

Pang Tong twisted a small bucket, looked back at him and smiled: "People say that the authorities are deluded, but bystanders are clear, but some things will always be delusional if there is no authority."

Gongsun Ce rolled his eyes, pursed his mouth on purpose, and said, "There is some truth to what you said."

"Oh? Then I have to thank you for your compliment?"

Gongsun Ce ignored him, and looked up at the dense mist between the bamboo leaves.

"Northeast of Junshan, there are mottled bamboos, qinsi bamboos, gold-encrusted jade bamboos, phoenix-tailed bamboos, arhat bamboos, and large areas. Each of them has a legend. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course, respect is worse than obedience."

After walking a few more steps, Gongsun Ce suddenly asked: "This Junshan is the No. 11 blessed place referred to by Taoism, why don't you build the villa in Feishan, the No. "

Pang Tong looked at him and smiled, and said after a while, "Zhao Laoliu is stingy, he doesn't want to give me that mountain."

This sentence was still a duty to say, but he called the emperor Zhao Lao Liu again. Gongsun Ce suddenly said angrily: "In my opinion, this place is not suitable for generals. The bamboo is light and delicate, evergreen all the year round, and never grandstanding. , not to mention domineering, modest and strong, it really doesn't suit the general's domineering appearance!"

Pang Tongtong listened, nodded seriously, and said: "Young master is right, but this bamboo doesn't bloom, it's light and elegant, it doesn't show magnificence, and it doesn't seek false fame. It's not commensurate with the young master's showy temperament."

"Pang Tong! Who are you talking about showing off! Why don't you understand that this is erudition?"

Pang Tong smiled and stretched out his palm to him, saying: "The one in front passed by the water, it's very slippery, give me your hand."

Gongsun Ce first turned his head away resentfully, saw his palm still persistently lying in front of his eyes, thought for a while, and covered his hand, his palm is so generous, warmth extends along the cold lines on the palm .

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