I wish my son was stupid and reckless

01

The snow outside the window hasn't melted for several days, and it's actually not suitable to go out because of the cold weather.Xie don't be afraid of the cold, the white fox fur on his body is fine and warm, Li Yan personally chose it for him.

He stood in the small cramped courtyard of the late Tongnian, looking at the widow of a classmate who was grateful for the property he sent, and gently and kindly asked her to take care of her and greeted her.

What he thought casually in his heart was that all the current plans were about to come to fruition, and the net was about to be closed—this world would eventually belong to his Sixth Highness, Li Yan.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boy standing beside the woman. He looked about the same age as his own son, handsome and handsome, wearing a filial piety, blinking his eyes at him.

Xie Bie suddenly felt sympathy for no reason, it is actually a ridiculous thing to sympathize with him, but once it comes, it is safe, it is human nature to feel sympathy for a child who has lost his father.

Even he is sometimes human.

On a whim, he wanted to do something for the orphan of his classmate, so he groped into his sleeve, and found a golden plum blossom.

The plum-blossom pear was exquisite and small, and his monogram was cast on the back, which was specially made for the younger generation in the family to win, this one was only cast this year and sent to him to let him see the weight of the pattern.

He leaned over and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy looked at him and said, "Boy Meng Wei, I met Uncle Xie."

Xie Bie nodded, casually approving: "Wei, Fan Si Ye, a good name."

I stretched out my hand to rub his head, but finally patted him on the shoulder, handed him the plum-blossom pear, and said, "Put this away, don't refuse, Uncle Xie gave you the New Year's victory."

He never thought about what intersection he would have with this child in the future.

02

When Meng Wei put down the pen, his wrists were already sore. He carefully dried the lower script on the sutra scroll in front of him. He carefully studied the volume of the Lotus Sutra. After a while, he rubbed his painful eyes and moved again. Muscles and bones, stood up and walked out of the meditation room.

The little monk Mingxin was cleaning, when he saw him salute and said, "Benefactor Meng."

He clasped his palms together and saluted: "Master Mingxin, the ten volumes of the Lotus Sutra of Miaofa have been copied, just go back to my room and get it."

Ming Xin nodded and said: "Amitabha, the merits of the donor are immeasurable, I remember it."

The weather was already very cold, but Meng Wei didn't have much money for winter clothes.Most of the money obtained from copying the scriptures was used to pay for his board and lodging in the monastery, and the remaining money had to be saved to buy books, leaving no room for winter clothes.

Since his mother passed away due to overwork, poverty and illness, he has been living in the temple, relying on the good calligraphy handed down by his family to copy scriptures for the temple to make a living.Meng Wei followed his mother's previous teachings and studied hard. There are many poor scholars living in the Daxiangguo Temple, and it is more convenient to borrow books from each other to discuss studies. He also studies the inscriptions in the temple from time to time. It is convenient to cut firewood and carry water for daily chores, and the temple will provide him with pen, ink, calligraphy and paper for copying books, which saves a lot of expenses.

He rubbed his fingertips vigorously, Mingxin bowed to him again, and said: "By the way, Master Meng, Master Kong Jian asked the little monk to tell all the benefactors who live in the temple that there are noble people visiting in the temple today, please be careful Hit the nobleman."

Meng Wei lived in the Daxiangguo Temple, and saw many nobles who came to offer incense, and asked, "Your nobleman? Which family's female relatives are afraid of being bumped into?"

Ming Xin smiled, and replied honestly: "It's not the female relatives, it's Prime Minister Xie."

Meng Wei was stunned.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the delicate gold plum blossom on his neck. The monogram chiseled on the back has been touched by him too many times, and it is much flatter than it was 12 years ago.

It is a very unique font.

Meng Wei couldn't hold back in the end, and quietly went to the Zen room where the abbot treated guests.

I was seeing the abbot sending the prime minister out.

That man was still the same as he remembered him. After more than ten years, he didn't look old at all. He still looked gentle and gentle. Even in the cold winter months, he could remind people of Lanting Chunshui on the third day of March.

Just like that day, Xie Bie was wearing a white fox fur with thick velvet, from head to toe he was full of grace and elegance, even more noble than before, but his complexion had not changed slightly.

The prime minister of the dynasty has won the emperor's heart. He has been in the country for more than ten years, and the power is unmatched.

Meng Wei's whole heart was burning, so hot that it almost boiled his blood.

It was exactly what he had always dreamed of.

Meng Wei stroked the thank you monogram on the golden locket with his fingertips, and resolutely turned his head and went back to his room to study.

He is determined to win this imperial examination.

03

Thank you for gently flicking the rosary on your wrist.Everyone in the world knows that Prime Minister Xie is kind and generous, and often visits famous temples and jungles, but few people know that he does not believe in gods and Buddhas.

The sinful obstacles that have been done are made by doing, and it is impossible to reduce them by doing anything, and he is also happy and not afraid.Those people were not his opponents when they were alive, so why should they be afraid of death?He just followed his late wife's last wish, and he was happy to make himself more gentle and harmless.

Going to Daxiangguo Temple to give alms on the Obon Festival is something he does every year. In previous years, he just left. This year, he got an excellent ebony fan frame, so he thought about getting a pair of fans.Ordinarily, this matter is not worth doing by a prime minister in person, but since he was interested, he led his entourage to the back door of Daxiangguo Temple.

In this kind of festival, the front gate of Daxiangguo Temple is the temple fair market, and the back gate is more of a stall selling calligraphy, paintings and curiosities.Xie Bie actually didn’t really want to find interesting calligraphy and paintings, but just looked at them casually. The reason why he didn’t ask famous artists for his work was because there was a Hanlin surnamed Meng in the Jinshi list that Xinke came in. Very well written.

Jinshi newcomers who failed to get official appointments were mostly edited by Hanlin, because they were all literary selections, and they were often sent to edit national history.As the prime minister, Xie Bie also served as the chief editor of national history in regular meetings. He didn't go to the history museum often, but he would check on the progress of the history museum every month.

After going back and forth, I naturally noticed the word "Xinke Jinshi".

However, such a new Jinshi is not enough to make him worry. As the prime minister of a country, he has to worry about military and state affairs, down to the emperor's family affairs. A small Hanlin editor, asking about the name is already favored by the sky. up.

At this time, I was strolling in the courtyard, still worrying about the inheritance of the country and the newly implemented tax equalization law. I glanced at the calligraphy and paintings on both sides, but I didn't think it was very good.

There was a sudden pause in the footsteps while walking, Xie Bie stood in front of a calligraphy and painting stall, carefully looking at a roll of Heart Sutra hanging on Zhang.The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a happy smile. He came forward when he saw this, and looked at it carefully. Although he was not very old, he was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his overall style was even more extraordinary, so he He lowered his waist by three points: "This official has good eyesight, this writing is unusual, the young man who wrote this writing is—"

"But you were born as a Jinshi, right?" Xie Bie smiled softly, so gentle that the stall owner felt like a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and he was stunned before he said: "Yes, it is the Jinshi of the new department, and now they all worship It’s Hanlin! If you buy such characters and hang them in your noble son’s study, they will prosper your literature.”

When he remembered something, he turned his head and shouted: "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng, come here and show your official seal to the officials."

Xie Bie couldn't help but smile when he heard the sentence hanging in his son's study room. His only son Xie Ju was a Jinshi one subject earlier than Meng Wei, and there was no second child in the family who wanted to be prosperous, but I heard that Meng Wei not only I was selling calligraphy and painting, and I couldn't help raising my eyebrows while I was still here.

Let the censor know, and he must join him as an unofficial man.

The young man who came over was taller and handsome than Xie Bie imagined. He smiled and said to the stall owner, "Second Uncle Zhang, don't make fun of me."

He was taken aback when he saw Xie Farewell.

Xie don't think he recognized me. Although I don't remember seeing this little Hanlin face to face, I don't think it's strange to be recognized. As the current prime minister, no one in the world doesn't know me. of.

Meng Wei came to his senses, and quickly saluted, "Meng Wei, my lord, see you--"

Xie Bie stretched out his hand to help him, but smiled at the boss: "Xiao Meng Hanlin and I are considered colleagues, and we met here unexpectedly. I wonder if Xiao Meng Hanlin would let me bother with a cup of tea?"

Meng Wei didn't mention his identity very winkingly, but said with a little embarrassment: "I'm afraid that the humble house is simple..."

Xie Bie was still smiling lightly, as gentle as raindrops dripping on his clothes, he just said: "It's okay."

04

Xie Bie was just a whim, he didn't expect that the humble house Meng Wei mentioned was really so poor.

Xinke Hanlin's rented mansion is remote and simple, with two simple courtyards, the courtyard is cramped, and there is no one to order it.

When Meng Wei went to pour tea, Xie Bie looked down at the old tables and chairs. The attendant was sullen and wanted to wipe his sleeves, but he stopped him and calmly brushed his clothes and sat down.

Then Meng Wei brought tea and presented it to him.

Xie Bie is a pampered and pampered son of a famous family, the tea was served just as a courtesy, he didn't intend to touch his lips at first, but when he smelled the tea, he was taken aback: "This is the Shifeng Longjing before the rain, the new tea from that year, the truth I don't know much about daily necessities, but I know that this tea is definitely not cheap. You are so poor, and you live in poverty, so you shouldn't be so particular about it."

The tone of his speech is still gentle and warm as always, but there is more solemnity and teacher's unique exhortation.Meng Wei bowed respectfully, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "This is the "Diamond Sutra" written by a subordinate official for his colleagues. He said that the exchange of money and silver between colleagues is a cliché, so he used this can of tea leaves to replace his brush. Don't be afraid of Xie Xiang's jokes, if Xie Xiangda hadn't come here today, the next official will sell this tea at a discount to the tea shop tomorrow."

Xie Bie smiled, then sighed, and asked him softly: "How can you be so hard-pressed when you are a dignified Jinshi?"

Meng Wei is still open-minded but not humble: "The family is poor and has no resources, and the salary is meager. After the loss of his mother, because he was young and had no one to rely on, the house that he rented with his mother was refunded after the rent was refunded. He originally lived in Daxiangguo Temple. Copying the scriptures paid for the cost of board and lodging, writing and ink, so I was lucky enough to pass the examination as a Jinshi. But after being an official, I can no longer live in a monastery. Dress better, don't dare to lose the dignity of the court, and naturally live in embarrassment."

He said with a sigh: "Two days ago, my colleagues had the joy of making Zhang Zhang, and they had to follow the ceremony, so I had the courage to write the characters at the Yulan Basin. I didn't want to be bumped into by Xie Xiang. It was really embarrassing."

Xie Bie lowered his head and took a sip of tea. When he raised his head, he was still gentle. He said: "The truth is that my deceased wife will have her birthday next month. It is said that the parents and children will copy the "Diamond Sutra" ten times as a sacrifice. But the dog is now an official outside. In Beijing. I wonder if Xiaomeng Hanlin can write ten copies of the "Diamond Sutra" for Gouzi. Thank you in advance."

Meng Wei stood there in a daze.

Xie Bie stood up, looked at his thin and rough clothes, which were still worn out, and said gently and softly: "The money will be offered today, please do not refuse."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice a little, and told him softly: "When you make two better clothes, you should also hire two honest and proper people to take care of them at home."

Xie Bie returned to his mansion, and when he sat in the study, he still dealt with the government affairs at hand first, and then ordered his servants to send 50 taels of silver and two bolts of brocade to Meng Wei.

After writing two more letters, he suddenly remembered something and asked Shutong to send the abbot of the Daxiangguo Temple to him, but he found the scriptures that he had never opened.

After unfolding it, it turns out that most of it is Meng Wei's handwriting.

05

Because of the implementation of the tax equalization law, the Taiwan officials of Zhongshu were a little too busy. When Cheng Zhi came to complain to Prime Minister Xie, Xie Bie nodded and said, "Aren't all new scholars studying in the History Museum? Find two talented scholars. The grades are all good, so it’s good to go to Zhongshu for a while to practice.”

This kind of personnel arrangement does not need to alarm the emperor, Xie Bie took the list, and the ink pen ticked off, and just circled a few names.Meng Wei's is also inside.

It was just an unintentional act at the time, but later on, people often told him that Xiao Meng Hanlin of Xinke was very appropriate in dealing with people and doing things.

Later, there was a shortage of people in the Zhengshitang, so Meng Weilai was directly transferred, and he was still appointed as the official editor of the Imperial Academy, and asked him to perform the post of inspection and correction.

Just when the average tax law has achieved a small success, Xie Bie, the host, invited Taiwan officials from the three provinces under the Zhengshitang to have a drink in Jiafulou. Meng Wei was appreciated by him because of his diligence and ability, and mentioned a few more For insightful comments, Xie Bie made an exception and asked him to sit beside him.

He originally wanted to show his closeness so that he could use this young man in the future, but Meng Wei dutifully blocked the drink for him.However, this young man's drinking capacity was not as good as Xie Bie thought, and he passed out quickly. Fortunately, everyone saw that he was drunk, so they stopped arguing with Xie Bie.

When the banquet was over, Xie Bie thought about it, and didn't know if Meng Wei would be obedient to invite a few servants, so he asked the servants in the house to move Meng Wei to his car, planning to take him back first, and send him away People went to Meng Wei's mansion to report.

Meng Wei was also very pleasing when he was drunk, and fell asleep peacefully, not making a fuss at all, but kept falling to the side.

Xie Bie helped him straighten him with a smile, saw that the thing hanging from the red rope around Meng Wei's neck fell out, and wanted to help him tuck it back, but when he looked in his hand, it was actually made of gold, he couldn't help being surprised.

Meng Wei was so poor that his family was so poor that he even hid a small piece of gold?It is expected that it should be a relic of the parents.

He shouldn't have looked at it too much, but he felt that the plum-shaped gold ornaments tied with red strings were really familiar. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like... the golden scorpion that was given to the children during the Chinese New Year in his house.

Xie Bie's heart moved, he turned the plum blossom pickle over, and sure enough, he saw his own monogram in the gap of the red string.

Prime Minister Xie rubbed his forehead and thought for a while, before he remembered that he had indeed given such a golden curly son to a young man named Meng Wei back then, and he was the orphan of the same year when he unfortunately died young.

He knew Meng Wei's name and surname, and knew that his parents had both died and suffered since he was a child, but he never connected the youth in front of him with the vague youth in his memory, and Meng Wei never mentioned it to him.

What's more, he didn't expect that since his mother's death, he has been so embarrassing that he has kept this valuable little golden lock close to him, and has never pawned it.

Xie Bie's expression softened a little, and he carefully tucked the plum blossom back into the skirt for him.

06

When Meng Wei woke up, he saw the tents and quilts like the ones he often dreamed of, and his first reaction was that he was still in a dream and hadn't woken up.

According to the dream of the past, in a short while, there will be a beautiful woman in her [-]th year, holding a purple dress and a gold belt, asking him to put it on.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, but was surprised to see a pretty woman who was really young in his [-]th year approaching and bowed down to him: "Little Meng Hanlin is awake, please wash, take a bath and change clothes, my Prime Minister is waiting for you in the study."

Meng Wei sat up abruptly, rubbed his throbbing temples after a hangover, and asked, "Your Prime Minister...but is it in the residence of Prime Minister Xie?"

The brightly colored girl covered her lips and smiled: "Of course it's my Xiangye, otherwise there is another Xiangye."

Meng Wei's face became a little hot from her smile, and he subconsciously touched the golden handle hanging on his neck, his eyes were burning hot for a moment, and then he quickly returned to peace.

Xie Bie was writing something in front of the desk, when he saw him coming, he waved his hand, signaling him to sit down for a while.Since the servants brought the tea and fruits, Meng Wei carefully picked up the jade-colored thin porcelain cup, took a sip of the tea, and couldn't help but click his tongue.That day, Xie Bie said that the tea he used to entertain guests was too good and extravagant, but the tea in Xiang's mansion was not known to be much better.

After thinking about it, Xie Zinian was born in a famous family, he was ordered by Long Zuo, and his wealth was prominent in the world, so of course he couldn't compare.

Xie Bie finished writing the paperwork in hand, then raised his eyes.Meng Wei kept looking at him secretly, and when he saw that he had finished writing, he had already put down the teacup in his hand and finished it properly.

Xie Bie looked at him carefully for a while, then sighed softly: "Brother Meng Nian's handwriting was the best in the same year on the same list, but it's a pity that heaven is jealous of talents... I should have thought of it earlier, Fan Si, your handwriting is the best. Who started it?"

Meng Wei bowed slightly and said, "When my mother passed away, she was still very young, so my nephew created the watch herself... It can also be regarded as Uncle Xie's. In those days, my uncle Xie's kindness, the mother and son of my nephew will always remember it. "

Seeing that Xie Bie finally remembered the past, he took advantage of the opportunity to change his address.

Xie Bie looked at him, his eyes became softer, and he was so gentle that he wished to make people feel affectionate: "Wei, Fan Siye. You are a good boy who misses the past. It's just that when we met earlier, why didn't you say that you were Meng Meng back then? Brother Nian’s orphan—your mother and son moved away not long ago, I wanted to help out, but I couldn’t find you.”

Meng Wei just shook his head: "Once my father is gone, I naturally want to save money. My mother didn't want to rely on others for help, so she took me to find another place to live in the north of the city... My nephew saw that Uncle Xie didn't recognize me, so naturally Don't dare to look down on any relatives."

Xie Bie sighed, and lightly stroked his forehead: "I'm no younger than I was when I was younger, and I can't remember many personal events. Yesterday, I saw the gold pendant falling out of your neck by chance, and when I wanted to put it back for you, I saw the back of it. It's actually my own monogram... Although it's a small object, it's exquisitely struck, and it's pure gold. You can exchange it for a few silver coins if you pawn it. Why do you still keep it?"

Hearing this, Meng Wei's expression flickered, and he subconsciously raised his hand to press on his chest, touched the small plum blossom-shaped protrusion under his clothes, and lowered his gaze: "Uncle Xie Rong, after my father left, my niece, mother and son have been living in poverty. Afterwards, my mother passed away. My nephew was young and weak, and could barely make a living. Several times, he wanted to find something to do instead of studying. It’s just that my father hoped that I would be able to shine in the family, and my mother also urged me earnestly, Telling me not to forget to honor my ancestors, I still gritted my teeth and persisted, and did not give up my studies. Keeping this golden locket is to thank my uncle for his kindness at all times, and to motivate myself. My nephew thinks that one day if he really can’t support Going on, even the golden pruner gifted to me by Uncle Xie will be pawned, which means that I really have no chance of fame and fame, and I am destined not to be able to meet Mr. Xie and say thank you again... Then I will pawn it and stop studying. Go find a job and make a living."

Xie Bie stood up and walked over, took Meng Wei's hand and patted the back of his hand lightly and said, "Fan Si, you are a very good boy."

Meng Wei felt the slender fingers of the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. There was no callus on them, they were delicate and soft, and they felt like they hadn't done any heavy work.

This recognition made him feel a little jealous. He remembered that when his mother died of illness due to overwork, the originally white and tender catkins had become red and rough due to years of hard work, covered with calluses and cracked wounds.

He was only a little bit close to becoming like that.

Meng Wei felt very lucky, and after the luck, there was even more intense longing, as if there was a flame burning in his heart, and the torment made his longing seem to turn into thirst.

If it wasn't for Xie Bie holding his hand, he would have picked up the tea and raised his neck to drink three cups.

07

Prime Minister Xie has always been gentle and gentle with others like a spring breeze and spring water, and treats everyone equally. In fact, he is not particularly close to anyone.He was appallingly young when he visited the chancellor, so he had never been a chief examiner, and naturally he had no relatives of his disciples.This time, for the first time, a new Jinshi was admitted to the door, and even the emperor was alarmed.

Meng Wei stood respectfully behind Xie Bie, leaned slightly and called him: "Master."

Xie Bie responded by sitting on the couch, and pointed to the empty couch beside him to signal him to sit down, his eyes were still looking at the pretty girl who was dancing in neon clothes in the hall.

The dancing, music, singing and playing in the hall are all top-notch, Prime Minister Xie is well-known for his skillful collection of music, and the singing and dancing in the Prime Minister's mansion is a must.

After thanking him, Meng Wei sat down next to him, still looking respectful, and even lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look at his teacher's pet.

Xie don't look at him, and smiled, not saying that he was too reserved, just said: "Let's not worry about the shabby place where you rented. It's too remote. The editor of Hanlin doesn't have much salary. Since you are my nephew, Now that you are my student again, and you haven't got a family yet, why don't you stay in my house temporarily. I'll ask them to clean up a yard for you, so it's convenient for you to go to court and let the government go."

Meng Wei looked down at the calluses at the base of his fingers, and said with some embarrassment: "This..."

Xie Bie leaned back, and said lazily: "It's okay. After two years, when you have saved up some savings and become a family, you can find another better mansion. Or be more competitive, come on The Son of Heaven has bestowed the title, and it is not too late to move out."

Meng Wei heard about getting married, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at his teacher.

Xie Bie looks good, although he is not as charming and handsome as the emperor, but his facial features are also excellent, his complexion is extremely fair, but his long hair is black, and he looks much younger than his actual age Younger, with a calm and elegant aura, is far more comparable to others.

Meng Wei suddenly didn't dare to look any more, quickly lowered his head again, and said, "Then the student would like to thank Master."

Xie Bie stretched out his hand and patted his leg lightly, feeling the tension of the young man beside him, he couldn't help but smile: "What are you doing so cautiously, but is Qiuniang's dance not good? Okay, are you afraid of being rude to the beauty? It's okay, if you like it, you can ask her to serve in your room at night."

Meng Wei couldn't say that it wasn't Qiuniang's dance but the master's hand that made him tense up and dare not be abrupt, so he had to keep rejecting, and bluntly said that he didn't mean it, so he stopped teasing him.

08

Xie Bie spared no effort in promoting him. In just three years, Xin Ke Jinshi became a member of Zhongshushe. It should be known that the number one scholar on the same list at this time has not yet been lucky enough to set foot in the center. Xie Bie's biological son is still an official in another county. Sheren became famous as a prime minister's protégé as an upstart in the court, even the legendary Chu king Li Lan in the palace, he can also speak.

It is said that even the emperor was amazed at his youth and shallow qualifications when he met the king in the palace.

Colleagues even flattered him one after another, saying that given time, it might be possible for him to look at Zai Zhi.Meng Wei declined humbly with a smile, but he had long believed that the position must be won in his heart.

How poor and lonely in the past, with no food and clothing, but in the past few years, I have seen how many jade halls, golden horses, rich and romantic people have been in and out of the prime minister's mansion.His desire for power is deeply rooted, and such a romantic, wealthy and powerful person has formed a vivid image in his heart, which has been deeply rooted there since he was very young, and has grown into a towering tree.

Exactly thank you.

It is not so much longing and longing as it is deep obsession.

That's why the little Meng Sheren, who was always calm, cautious, and neither humble nor overbearing, lost his composure when he saw Li Lan, the king of Chu, put the fingertip he was thinking of into his mouth.

But what is the teacher's reaction?

Meng Wei often thinks, if he can easily see what he thinks about his master, Li Lan, the king of Chu, whose mind is clearly different from ordinary people, how can the master who has always been calm and calm in his hands really be unaware of it?

Xiebie, who is in charge of civil and military affairs and assists the king Sheji, is not a very dignified and dignified person. On the contrary, the prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand has a very gentle face, which reminds people of spring breeze and spring water, not so stunning and handsome , but it is easy to impress people's hearts.

He looks so soft and gentle, it doesn't match his powerful position at all, and he has no deterrent effect, but this will not damage his authority at all, but makes people feel that he is outstanding and unfathomable.

The longer Meng Wei stayed by Xie Bie's side, the more he felt that Zhizhu had no plans to spare, and the more so, the more he couldn't believe that the teacher knew nothing about his admiration.

But if he really saw the clues, he shouldn't turn a blind eye... At least he shouldn't put himself by his side anymore.

unless.

Thinking of that unless, Meng Wei's heart jumped up suddenly, and he soared to the nine heavens, flying in the clouds and couldn't get down.

He contemplated for a long time, and finally found an opportunity.

On the Mid-Autumn night, he accompanied Xie Bie to the moon for a drink.

Meng Wei's drinking capacity is not considered good, as for Xie Bie's drinking capacity, he has no way of knowing, all he knows is that his master seldom drank, and he never went to the top when he drank, it seemed that it was no different from him if he drank more or less.

Accompanying Xie Bie, he was talking about the implementation of the tax equalization law, and at the same time tried to persuade him to drink. Xie Bie lowered his eyes and refused to refuse anyone. After drinking a lot of wine, he said he was tired, so he sat down and closed his eyes.

Meng Wei was supposed to ask someone to serve him and thank him for rest.But he drank too much wine, his whole body was hot, and he didn't know where the courage came from, so he leaned into Xie Bie's ear and whispered: "Master?"

Thank you for not opening your eyes.

Meng Wei looked at him for a while, then said softly: "Master, student... I like you."

His tone was sincere, but his fingers were so nervous that he wanted to dig a wound out of his callused palm.

Xie Bie seemed to be really asleep, breathing steadily, motionless, his eyes closed, more gentle and harmless than usual elegant and calm.

Meng Wei looked at him carefully, and even his breathing gradually became short of breath.He slowly leaned over and carefully kissed his master's lips.

Far softer than he thought.

This kind of contact could not quell the thirst that had lasted for a long time, on the contrary, it made the thirst intensify. Meng Wei felt his heart tremble, and couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue, and gently licked his lips.

Xie Bie's eyelashes trembled violently, but they did not open after all.

Panting, Meng Wei backed away a little, looked at his trembling eyelashes, said nothing, held the golden handle hanging on his chest, breathed calmly for a while, then retreated, and softly called the maid to come over to serve.

09

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Bie was still as gentle as apricot blossoms, spring rain, smoke, willows and willows, and said with a smile that he was too strong to drink.

Meng Wei was still respectful, prudent and humble, pleading guilty that he shouldn't persuade him to drink frequently.

He always took Xie Bie's carriage to the palace together, the two sat side by side, Xie Bie probably had some headaches and kept his eyes closed.Meng Wei took a breath, stretched out his hand gently, and held his hand.

Xie Bie's fingers stiffened slightly.

But did not break free.