a long song

One.

When Zhang Liang just woke up, his mind was a little groggy.He slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the person in front of him was looking at him.

As soon as his heart moved, he also looked back.When the two sides looked at each other, a thin layer of red slowly rose on the slightly dark skin of the person in front of him.Zhang Liang felt a little funny in his heart, obviously he was the one who tossed himself to pieces before and still didn't let go, but looking at the situation in the end, it seemed that he was belittling the other party.Obviously they are such grown-ups, and they have experienced many things in the past few years and matured a lot, so why are they still shy like a child right now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand to tease Han Xin.However, as soon as he moved his body, there was a soreness in his shoulder and back, which made his movements weak.

Seeing Zhang Liang move and frown, Han Xin quickly went up to help him sit on the head of the bed, paused, and lifted up the jacket that had slipped off his shoulders.When he retracted his hands, his eyes traced from the thin and protruding long collarbone, the neck where the meridians were revealed at every movement, all the way to the lips that had lost their color and dried up.

Han Xin unconsciously lost his mind.He knew that he had gone too far last night, making his bloody lips gasp continuously, and he would cry a little if he couldn't hold it back.When he was infatuated and unable to stop, he was still eager to draw water from this mouth.Although he couldn't restrain his rudeness last night, Han Xin never heard rejection from this mouth.

Thinking of this, Han Xin felt a deep pain in his heart, and there was also a kind of emotion that seemed to be fermenting, which made him a little happy and a little bit want to cry.While he was thinking, suddenly the person in his arms pushed him, and a hoarse voice said: "Pour me a glass of water, my throat hurts."

Han Xin immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed.When he stood up, the blue hair that was originally covered with a pillow suddenly spread out on both sides like a watershed, and the two people who were still leaning on the bed could feel the small tension between each other's hair sometimes. hinder.Zhang Liang and Han Xin have urinated by themselves since they were young, and almost shared the bed with each other for a few rare times. It was the first time that they were so intimate that their hair got entangled like last night.For a while, the two of them didn't move anymore, almost enjoying this rare silent joy quietly with some novelty.When the strands of hair were all parted, Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Our hair is so tangled that we can't tell who belongs to whom."

Han Xin was a little moved.He was already moved by the indescribable intimate intimacy with his sweetheart, but now he sees the person he has been thinking about for a long time sitting on his bed, disheveled, with long hair like a waterfall, and he still cares about the little details of their intimacy Very frankly funny.He almost couldn't help it, and the body that had just got off the bed leaned over again, and when he realized it, his lips had already pressed a kiss on Zhang Liang's forehead.

Han Xin heard himself say: "The knot and hair are not separated."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang's eyes moved slightly, he showed a shallow smile, and said, "Well, the knots are inseparable."

two.

After the two washed up, they went to the bookstore together.

There are many bamboo slips in the pavilion, and it seems that most of the works that can be collected from the past to the present have been collected. Some of the bamboo slips have even been lost because of their age.The two picked and picked, picked out the ones that were still usable first, and then arranged them one by one.

Even though part of it had been removed in advance, it still took a lot of effort for the two to sort and move such a thick pile of bamboo slips.Han Xin was fine, he was in good health, but at most his arm was a little uncomfortable.Zhang Liang was already leaning back on the chair, his face pale and bloodless.It's not that he's not feeling well, it's just that he was very tired last night, and today he worked hard again, but he only ate some breakfast in the morning.

Seeing him like this, Han Xin couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for not being considerate enough.He hurried forward, rubbing Zhang Liang's wrist and arm, and asked someone to bring some snacks.

While enjoying his service with peace of mind, Zhang Liang said: "This art of war is also interesting. Before Sun Boling compiled his art of war, there were many strategies in ancient times, and a hundred schools of thought contended. When Sun Tzu's art of war came out, after that Of the ten schools of thought on military tactics, nine of them are repeating the same old tune."

Han Xin said with a smile: "That is to say, we shouldn't sort out this bunch of tactics, so as not to make any progress together in the future."

Zhang Liang also laughed: "You can't say that. Some people only know how to read. Even if they memorize every word on the bamboo slips, what's the use? They won't be able to fight on the battlefield. Not only is he good at changing usage according to the situation, but he can also create new strategies.” After speaking, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes and smiled and said, “Isn’t the one standing in front of me the most outstanding God of War in the past 100 years?” ?"

Hearing his words, Han Xin was very happy in the face of his sweetheart's praise.However, after laughing, he inevitably compared the name of the God of War in the past with the current situation in his mind, and he couldn't help but sadly said: "What's the use of fighting again, it's still at this point."

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Liang just put his hand on the back of Han Xin's, and finally said softly: "Do you still care about the heavy words? From the king of Chu to the Marquis of Huaiyin."

Han Xin was covered by his soft and cool palm, and his mind was a little in a trance.He was silent for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "At the beginning, I was naturally very concerned. When I was fighting the world, everyone relied on me and praised me as the God of War. Now that I have changed from king to marquis, I don't know how many people are behind my back." laugh at me."

Although Zhang Liang is already a figure who is about to transcend the world, it does not mean that he does not understand Han Xin's sense of gap.He wanted to comfort him with a few words, but felt that Han Xin was so young, and that he was a proud son of heaven, and he was also serious about his gains and losses. I was afraid that his few words would be of no use, so he could only pat the back of his hand with blue veins under his palm.

Han Xin was very happy to receive his silent comfort, and when he thought about what he was about to say next, he couldn't help lowering his head in embarrassment: "I did think so from the beginning. However, yesterday, yesterday you told me ... I thought a lot in bed last night. I used to pursue fame and fame, and the result was what I wanted. Later, I wanted you, and it was realized yesterday." Han Xin said, stopping for Zhang Liang's kneading hands , held the other person's face in his arms, lowered his head and planted a kiss on his forehead, and said softly:

"People always have to give up and get something. Fortunately, what I get in the end is my most precious."

Zhang Liang smiled.

Han Xin said again: "When Chen Xi came to see me before, I told him that I could recruit soldiers and horses. Now I really don't want to think about anything."

Zhang Liang said, "Chen Xi?"

Han Dao said: "Not long ago, I just worshiped as Julu Shou."

Zhang Liang exclaimed calmly: "It's just a small person. Now it's better to see how to sort out the book of war."

three.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry." Han Xin stood at the door a little aggrieved, "Isn't it okay to go to other things after finishing the art of war?"

It was late autumn at this time, Zhang Liang wrapped his cloak and said with a smile: "I went to settle an old matter, and I will be back in a few days." After speaking, he approached Han Xin and said softly, "Little wife."

Han Xin was taken aback for a moment, and Zhang Liang smiled slyly at him, and turned back to get on the carriage.

In the [-]th year of the Han Dynasty, Chen Xifan went to the general himself, and the letter said that he could not follow the illness.

In the last three months, Empress Lu conspired with Xiao Xiangguo, and the deceitful letter came from above, saying that Xi was dead, and all the princes congratulated.The Prime Minister of the country Ling Xin said: "Although I am sick, I will force you to congratulate me." When the letter entered, Empress Lu ordered the warriors to bind the letter and cut it into the Changle bell room.

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