The wind

The world is narrow, parting is bitter and hard to tolerate, Xiao Zhouheng can only secretly wish Yu Bo well, and wish him well in the future.

Then, be sure to stay alive.

Xiao Zhouheng was really sad in his heart, but this did not prevent him from thinking about the two things that Yu Bocheng said just now that sounded like thunder in his mouth - why are the Ding family and the Jiang family also part of the Queen Mother's party?I have never discovered it all these years!Is it hiding too well or slandering, or...

Xiao Zhouheng's back felt cold, so he didn't think about it any further.

As for Yu Bocheng, Wang San, and that mysterious man... Xiao Zhouheng was even more confused at the moment.Did Wang San lure Yu Bocheng to the Yang Mansion on purpose, or was it just a coincidence?What is the significance of the two of them appearing in the Yang Mansion that night?

While thinking about it, Xiao Zhouheng had arrived at Shisha Mae unknowingly, and he didn't know whether it was still early or what, the always lively Jiaofang Division unexpectedly became a little bit lonely.

When Xiao Zhouheng raised his eyes, he saw two people standing at the door with their backs to him.In this bright morning sun, among the bamboo buildings and flowers, Xiao Zhouheng felt that these people seemed like unexpected guests.

"Xiyun, Xingyu." Xiao Zhouheng called, Yin Jiuchu and Huangfu Chu turned around.Seeing the two whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Xiao Zhouheng was startled at first—their robes were still weather-stained, their eyes were sunken, and during the days when he was not in Jinling, what did they go through? so haggard!

"Shu Ting, I thought you wouldn't come." Huangfu Chu held Konghou in his arms, looked at Xiao Zhouheng, first broke through the embarrassment, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Let's go."

Xiao Zhouheng glanced back and forth between the two of them, taking in the exhausted look of the two of them, nodded in this room, and the three of them walked into the hall together, and went upstairs to the private room they were familiar with.

After a few people were seated, Xiao Zhouheng glanced at Yin Jiuchu, only to find the right hand he was trying to hide, so he asked lately, "Xiyun, your hand...?"

Yin Jiuchu smiled calmly as before, and hid his hands behind his back: "Shu Ting, I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." Xiao Zhouheng quickly grabbed Yin Jiuchu's wrist, without any defense, he saw the ferocity under the extra inch of Yin Jiuchu's sleeve, Red, swollen and crooked, swollen and purple like dying dead wood, "Xiyun, what's going on with you...?"

Yin Jiuchu didn't expect Xiao Zhouheng to make this move, his expression was flustered, the smile on his lips was only bleak, and he wanted to break free, but Xiao Zhouheng's grip was too tight, he tried several times without success. It ended in failure: "It's really nothing, Shu Ting, just let go."

"How can this be called nothing? Who hurt you? Who did you offend? You are nothing. If your hand is not healed, how will you paint in the future?" The smile that remained at the corner of Yin Jiuchu's mouth was shattering little by little. Xiao Zhouheng was even more angry when he faltered, how could such a serious injury be called nothing.

"I... then I have no choice but to stop painting." Yin Jiuchu turned his head away awkwardly, still unwilling to tell the twists and turns behind him, but pursed his lips hard.

At this moment, the wind entered the window, and Huangfu Chu who had placed the harp on the other side suddenly started to pluck the string.

Xiao Zhouheng loosened Yin Jiuchu's wrist, and looked at Huangfu Chu steadfastly, Xiao Zhouheng heard it, it was the song he played when he first met Huangfu Chu.

But I saw him playing coldly, picking seven strings and six strings loosely, hooking four strings, picking six strings, hooking two strings, playing five times, pinching three times, pinching two strings, and playing five times. Dedicated to the career of the future, the youthful spirit is full of enthusiasm and generosity, and the momentum of grandeur is flowing through the rainbow.

... As expected of a chaotic emperor.

"Two friends, chords can't save the country." In the second half of the song, Huangfu Chu didn't know when his subordinates were broken, and he actually burst into tears, "I thought you and I were drunk and drunk, so we could walk into the world of mortals and forget World affairs."

"However, I can't forget it." Huangfu lowered his head again and again, "I went all the way north, and everywhere I looked, there were wild plants everywhere, people were dying, and the surrounding fields were depressed. I kept thinking that maybe I was really I did a lot of things wrong..."

Seeing Huangfu Chu lose control like this, Xiao Zhouheng became more suspicious: "What did you do wrong?"

"I... am Zhong Bugui's official writer."

"What did you say?"

"Among the three masters in Jinling, I feel that I am the most useless one, so when Zhong Bugui invited me to join the game, I accepted." Huangfu Chu stopped, and the sound of the harp still lingered, "Thinking of the stupidity of today's sage, And Zhong Bugui Sulai has the reputation of being a wonderful genius, if I can save the country by committing myself to him, I am willing to do my best, so I use my status to do things for him."

"You... killed someone for him?"

"Not bad, a lot."

"You!" Xiao Zhou was furious, the person playing the piano in front of him became so strange in a trance, maybe Xiao Zhouheng had never seen that person clearly.

"Forget it, Shu Ting and I have nothing to do with your choice. You can be outspoken today, and it is not in vain that we have known each other for several years, but..." Yin Jiuchu was also extremely surprised, and interrupted the stalemate between the two, "I am coming On the way to Shiyanmei, I heard about the plagiarism of Ding and Jiang, Xingyu, do you have a part in this matter?"

Huangfu Chu was taken aback for a moment, his complexion became even paler, and he continued to burst into tears: "Let's just count it."

How...how?At this moment, something exploded in Xiao Zhouheng's mind. The scene of a few people getting together on the night Huangfu Chu was absent flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help shouting: "Wine! The bottle of wine that Kong Jie brought! You That night, it was actually the shisha mae!"

For a moment, depression, confusion, and grief welled up in my heart, I saw Xiao Zhouheng got up angrily, stepped in front of Huangfu Chu with a few steps, kicked the harp over with one foot, stretched out his hand to lift the man's collar, and put it against the man's forehead "Huangfu Chu, did you go to the birth spring banquet a year ago? You must have heard about the wine at the door when you came to Shishamei that night. After everyone disperses, you go inside and recognize Kongjie. The wine was indeed some kind of secret signal when the Empress Dowager was having a party meeting, and then you immediately informed Zhong Bugui about it, and then, as it should be, Zhong Bugui took the opportunity to report to the Holy Majesty when the Empress Dowager had an accident recently."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for Kongjie and Jianjue." Huangfu Chu burst into tears, his voice was hoarse, as if he was going to cry until the moon was shining, crying until the night was gone, "Shu Ting, I'm sorry, I just want to save the country."

"Huangfu Chu, you!" Xiao Zhouheng searched for all the ugly words in his mind, obviously he had reached his lips, but something blocked his lips and tongue in an instant, making him extremely speechless.Xiao Zhouheng let go of Huangfu Chu dejectedly, and let him sit slumped on the ground. He was stunned for a while, and looked back at Yin Jiuchu, who was not looking so good.

Accompanied by Huangfu Chu's low sobs, Xiao Zhouheng tried his best to suppress the soreness in his heart, and said again: "I can't agree with your actions until now, and I can no longer agree with the fact that you are my best friend. If so, then Today is the last gathering of the three masters of Jinling, let's... drink the last round."

Yin Jiuchu nodded in agreement, fetched wine from the side, and filled it for the three of them, Huangfu Chu reluctantly got up, wiped the tears on his face with the edge of his sleeve, and came to the table unsteadily.

"Come on." Xiao Zhouheng raised his glass first, signaling to Yin Jiuchu and Huangfu Chu.

A cup, meet each other happily, never pay the flowering period every year.

"Why, Merry Celebrity?"

This was an accidental question from Xiao Zhouheng back then, when Huangfu Chu was tightening his strings, his voice came from afar, a little casual, but sincere: "Naturally, a man who is famous all over the world and shines in the family For a celebrity."

No, no, Huangfu Xingyu, you are very wrong.

Two cups, the shark's silk is transparent, and you don't ask about the affairs of the court.

The few people they met when they first met were young, and it seemed that they only had this square inch of Jinling City in their hearts.There is no talk of fighting and intrigue, no rigidity, no talk of suffering.

Three cups, sighing, worrying and happy, the nature has never been flawed.

It is the most bitter thing to be able to compose words. How can Xiao Zhouheng not understand every word and every sentence in Huangfu Chu's mouth?

He couldn't understand better.

Four cups, don't worry about Jun Mochou, six-face seal on the waist and a coat.

After all, he still can't stand up to high-ranking officials and generous salary, unpredictable people's hearts, and the fleeting years and chaotic world affairs.

Friendship is always so vulnerable.

Five cups, don't stop the cups, the wine glass was made of Feiqiong liquid yesterday.

It would be great if nothing had changed. In this way, I, Yin Jiuchu, Huangfu Chu, Jiang Ruli and Ding Zhongchou would still be in the small elegant room of Shishamei, drinking and singing.

After drinking five cups, there will be no more Jinling Three Heroes in the world.

The five glasses of wine seemed to exhaust all of Xiao Zhouheng's strength, and the past seemed to be revisited at this moment, which made him wonder for a while whether the person with the axe was the Huangfu Chu in front of him, or this impermanent world.The scabbed wound regenerated, and Xiao Zhouheng's hand holding the wine cup became more and more unsteady. His fingertips numb, his hand softened, and the wine cup fell to the ground and fell apart at Xiao Zhouheng's feet.

"Not guilty." Xiao Zhouheng bowed hastily, not daring to look at Yin Jiuchu and Huangfu Chu beside him, staggered and fled.

Xiao Zhouheng once thought about his own life, or sang softly, or wrote poems and rhymes;

Xiao Zhouheng couldn't figure out which step was wrong.

The cold wind blew and dazzled Xiao Zhouheng's eyes. He dragged the four words "extremely beautiful and beautiful" imprinted in his blood, and fell into thousands of eternal nights.

Xiao Zhouheng didn't know why he got out of the hookah all the way, and how he returned home in a daze. When he opened the door, he saw that Li Zhongnan was already on fire in the inner room.

"Shu Ting, you're back?" Li Zhongnan heard the sound, turned around and came to Xiao Zhouheng, smiled and stroked the messy hair on his sideburns, "Have you ever eaten?"

The Li Zhongnan in front of him came here on foot from the filth. He was tossed, displaced, tired, angry, and had to go through all kinds of suffering in the world, but he still descended like a heaven and man, letting the filth of the world be close to him.

"I don't have much appetite." Xiao Zhouheng dared not look directly into Li Zhongnan's eyes, "Zhongnan, actually... I have something to ask."

The author has something to say: The matter of Ding Zhongchou bringing alcohol is mentioned in Chapter 6.