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Liu Hongzhi's only request to Xu Borong before his death was to be buried next to Bo Yin's tomb. Xu Borong agreed to him, and then the long sword fell and splashed scarlet all over the ground.

Yue Zhi didn't know it, but Xing Yu could see it clearly.

He always thought that Xu Borong was a heartless person.

After he returned to the mansion, he locked himself in the house and remained silent. The family thought that he had been stricken by an evil spirit and were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

After all, he calmed down.

In the constant anxiety, Xing Yu pushed open the door of the study. It was already the second day, and half of the sky was red with the first glow of the sunset.

He sent for wine, and then dismissed all the servants.

At the corner of the promenade, under the orange-red lanterns, a few heads poked out furtively. This was the first and last time for the servants of the Xing family to see their master showing such an expression.

It seems sad and desolate.

"It's just me."

The strong wine was not as pleasant as imagined, but it was so hot that the root of the tongue was extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't let go of the wine in his hand.

"Without Na Boyin, Liu Hongzhi would definitely not seek death."

Liu Hongzhi was one of the people chosen by the former emperor, and with his scheming, he would never have died under Xu Borong's sword if he hadn't intended it.

Xing Yu felt a little bored in his heart, and his face seemed to be burning like a fire, but the feeling of rapid heartbeat made him inexplicably feel refreshed.

Liu Hongzhi and Xing Yu had known each other earlier, and they were fellow villagers.

More than ten years ago, Bo Yin was just an ordinary guard, but after buying a few drinks in Liu Hongzhi's tavern, he remembered it. Years later, Xing Yu was still very puzzled by this matter. After Liu Hongzhi knew his doubts, Said: "A scholar dies for his confidant."

Xing Yu sneered.

Liu Hongzhi was not a born literati. He was a butcher in his early years, and his nonsense words were much more than the ink in his stomach.

Xing Yu asked him.

"What confidant?"

"He said, 'People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no one who seeks to live to harm benevolence, but one who kills himself to achieve benevolence'."

Xing Yu stared at him for a long time, then gulped his mouthful of beef and said, "Do you really understand what he means?"

Liu Hongzhi blushed, and Xing Yu laughed to explain it to him. During the process, he did not forget to ridicule Liu Hongzhi. He thought that Liu Hongzhi was pretending to be an educated person and he should forget it after two days.

But two days later he moved.

It took many years to come and go, and when I saw him again, he was already in the examination room. Although he was only dressed in coarse linen, the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes had already been wiped away.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Only at the Lihua River banquet did he have the chance to go up to greet him, but Liu Hongzhi's words no longer had the humor of the past, but he said the polite words even more neatly.

It's boring, Xing Yu thought to himself.

After a while, a burst of hearty laughter was suddenly heard.

It is the person who bought wine and meat in the past.

He already has a name in this matter, called Bo Yin.

The person talking to him was Liu Hongzhi.

Xing Yu felt even more boring but didn't want to disturb the interest of these two people. Then he turned to others and suddenly realized that he was not the only one who noticed these two people.

"Bo Yin has no regrets in this life."

The young man is as beautiful as a crown jade, but when he speaks, he has a bit of quack air. He puts one hand on his chest and holds a cup of tea in the other. A well-dressed young master.

"how do I say this?"

The young man had a peachy face but was completely white, and he drank the tea in one gulp.

"'The old wife draws paper for a chess game, and the young boy taps a needle for a fishing hook' Besides, there is a friend like Bo Yin, isn't there no regret in this life?"

The young man was not much, he just lowered his head and looked at Yue Zhi.

"Don't drink it, alcohol is harmful to your body."

"Take me to find Xu Borong, and I won't drink."

"You are presumptuous."

The young master scolded, but the voice was not loud, more like coaxing a child.

Xing Yu looked away, and shook his head when he looked at Liu Hongzhi again.

Many years later, Bo Yin died, the whereabouts of the youngest son was unknown, and his lovely wife married someone else. Friends did not dare to come to mourn in order to avoid suspicion. Liu Hongzhi paid a price to replace the corpse.

Xing Yu doesn't know whether Liu Hongzhi understands the meaning of that sentence, but he is very clear. Bo cited morality.

After the jar of wine was exhausted, the servants of the Xing family carried the master back to the house to rest. In the end, no one knew why a person who had never drank would use alcohol to relieve his sorrows as the poem said.