Haiyan

The weather was gloomy, and the entire grassland was shrouded in mist. At noon, a few light rains fell, adding a bit of chill to the already cold air.

Today is a great day.

When Changsheng came out of Ning Yan’s tent, Mrs. Ru walked over with an umbrella. The old man has served Ning Yan’s family for more than 30 years, from Donglu to Beilu. Now his temples have turned white with age, and he was beautiful and fat when he was young. Her skin was baptized by the years, especially when her husband and only son passed away one after another five years ago, the grief seemed to bend her straight back even more.

"The prince is going back?" She chuckled, and raised most of the umbrella to Chang Sheng's head: "I will see you off, my servant."

Although Chang Sheng is a big dandy, but to Madam Ru, he is as docile as a pony that sees a mare, and gently said: "Madam don't need to see me off, I can just go back by myself."

Madam Ru didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled, signaling him not to refuse.

The muddy soil splattered the shoes on the feet with the gradually drying green grass, and the hem of the Changsheng clothes was already wet. The weather was getting colder and colder, but the temperature around Mrs. Ru was always warm Yes, a piece of peace enveloped him all around.

"I heard from the princess that the son sent a gift from Donglu to the prince a few days ago. After all these years, the son is most concerned about you."

Princess is the name Ning Yan used to call in Donglu. Princess Jingning in the Western Han Dynasty has been called Mrs. Ru for more than [-] years.

Chang Sheng nodded, and took out the colorful clay figurine that he couldn't put it down from his bosom to show Mrs. Ru.

"It's really unique. I haven't seen it in Beilu before. The prince has a heart."

Chang Sheng asked: "Is Madam homesick?"

Mrs. Ru smiled softly: "My servant's home is in Beilu, in the princess's tent, and I stay at my own home every day, why do I feel homesick."

Chang Sheng didn't dare to mention the matter about her husband and only son, so he took the little clay figurine and put it back in his arms. He said, "Yin Kang likes peach blossom cakes made by his wife the most. I can eat peach blossom cakes every day, but Yin Kang said that what he misses is not the peach blossom cakes, but the person who made the peach blossom cakes. Ma'am, Yin Kang is your mother's child and your child."

The water vapor that flashed in the eyes of Mrs. Ru was suppressed by the slightest drizzle, and the two walked in silence. The dampness in the air was colder than the drizzle, and the sky was iron gray, white Mang Mountain, which is far away, is clearly visible, tall and majestic.

When he was about to reach Changsheng's tent, the old man took out something from his cuff and handed it to Changsheng. Her rough and withered hands slid over the child's soft, white and tender skin, leaving a trance of passing by.

Chang Sheng's heart trembled for a moment.

Mrs. Ru said with a smile: "Today is the prince's birthday. Donglu people pay attention to a big hurdle of nine years. After passing this hurdle, they will have a smooth life in the future... The prince is now nine years old. I have a lot of blessings to ward off evil spirits." It was prepared for the prince years ago, and the eldest son and the second prince also have one, but don't worry, the prince, this one for you is the most beautiful."

Chang Sheng had the urge to cry, as if someone had grabbed his throat with a big hand, he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his chest, and carefully took the colorful blessing bag about the size of a palm, that was His favorite color, there are also two lovely blue birds embroidered on it, one big and one small, and the big bird protects the little bird under its wings to keep it alive forever.

"Thank you Ma'am." Chang Sheng lowered his head and said in a low voice, afraid that the old man opposite would hear the fluctuations in his thoughts.

Mrs. Ru waved her hand at him, and said in a kind voice, "The prince is one year old, and he will learn to protect himself... Go back, the slaves are leaving too."

*

Li Su sat in the tent, neither stood nor stood, and walked back and forth for several steps.

Today he specially changed into a brand new sky blue long gown embroidered with dark patterns of auspicious clouds. The brazier in the tent was burning brightly, and it wasn't too hot, so he put his cloak on his body early.

A Che came in from the outside and said, "Second Lord, the third prince has returned from Ning Yan's tent."

Li Su paused for a moment, squeezed the things in his palms with his hands hidden in his sleeves, a smile flashed in his eyes, he hurried out without opening his umbrella.

On the way, Li Su was thinking about how happy Chang Sheng would be when he saw the gift he sent. He had been imagining the picture in his mind for several days, but when it really came, he was actually a little nervous stand up.

"Would Chang Sheng not like it?" He thought to himself: "Probably not, he even rarities like clay figurines, how could he like my presents? The things I took out are not ordinary things!"

Full of joy but calmly standing at the entrance of the Changsheng tent, the warrior on guard saw that it was a proton, and immediately said respectfully: "Your subordinates go in and report to the prince."

Li Su waved his hand and said calmly: "No need." He walked in without waiting for the warrior to stop him.

Because the weather is not so good, the grassland in autumn is often rainy, and the first snow will come a few days after the rain. The sky is as dark as night, but there are no lights in Changsheng's tent.

The cold wind came in from the outside, and Chang Sheng was lying on the bed with his back to the door, carefully watching the lucky bag that Mrs. Ru gave him just now. For some reason, as long as he thought of Mrs. Ru's overly kind face, he had no reason to feel Very sad.

From light to light, Chang Sheng thought it was the slave Atu who came in, so he didn't speak, and continued to do what he should do.

Li Su thought he had fallen asleep, so he was going to sit aside and wait for him to wake up. When he looked around, Chang Sheng blinked his eyelashes on the side of his face.

"Ahem..." Li Su coughed dryly twice, Chang Sheng turned around and said in a muffled voice, "You're here."

He moved into the bed and signaled Li Su to come up.

Taking off the cloak deliberately to reveal the new clothes inside, Li Su lowered his head and patted the slightly wrinkled place, asking, "Why don't you look happy? Are you sick?"

When Changsheng was rarely quiet, Li Su always felt that he was heartless, and now he looked so sluggish, could it be that he was really sick?

He stepped forward to check with some worry, Chang Sheng sat up suddenly, handed the colorful blessing bag in his hand to Li Su, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Li Su was stunned, and wanted to sneer and laugh at him, but seeing the elusive sadness flashing in the child's eyes, he was startled secretly, and said, "Not bad."

Changsheng sighed, resting his chin on his hand, and said: "Mrs. Ru gave this to me just now. She told me a lot. I know she misses her husband and children, but those who have passed away have already passed away. They are still alive." There's nothing anyone can do about it..."

Li Su didn't expect him to say these words, he sat down on the edge of the bed, smiled lightly, and asked: "Even if the person has already passed away, why do you need to think about him again to embarrass yourself?"

Chang Sheng said: "It's not because of this, but Madam Ru, she is almost 60 years old, she is always alone, it's so pitiful."

Li Su took a soft pillow and leaned back, said calmly: "Changsheng, people can't control their own destiny, we are all bystanders except him himself, this world rolls you around, you can't help yourself."

Chang Sheng glanced at him and asked, "Is there no one you feel sorry for?"

Li Su was startled, and thought for a moment—he didn’t seem to know much about suffering and warmth in the world since he could remember, and in his eyes, everything must happen—the cold Taiwei’s mansion, the rigid rules of superiority and inferiority , the servant who said he would be killed if he was killed, the cat or dog who would be rewarded if he wanted to be rewarded...

He didn't like to get too close to people since he was a child, only Zhao Yucheng still interacted with him occasionally. He remembered that when he was a child, he accidentally broke the emperor's jade slips when he entered the palace. In the end, Zhao Yucheng took the blame for him and was punished. After being grounded for a whole month, he didn't feel anything, anyway, he returned the favor to him one time later...

Li Su thought about it, and suddenly remembered that when he was four or five years old, the groom had been raising horses for his mother. The groom had been taking care of him after his mother gave birth to him and passed away. It was the groom who taught him how to ride a horse for the first time. But when the groom passed away, he only felt that it was inevitable due to his age, so there was no need to be overly sad and heartbroken.

In short, everything, everything, existence is reasonable, except for himself, other things, for him, can be ignored.

Seeing that he was silent for a while, Chang Sheng didn't mention it again. When Li Su came, he didn't feel so sad alone, so he suddenly slapped Li Su on the shoulder and asked, "Do you know what day it is today? "

Li Su came back to his senses, and said seriously, "What?"

Chang Sheng sneered, and kicked him: "I knew you were heartless, forget it."

Li Su chuckled, seeing the child sulking with his back turned to him with a stern face, he reached out and broke his shoulder, but Chang Sheng refused to let him go, and still ignored him.

"Let me think about what a good day it is today..." Li Su said, passing the things he had been accumulating in his hands from behind to Chang Sheng's eyes, shaking: "Huh?"

When Chang Sheng saw it, he immediately turned from sadness to joy, reached out and snatched the very delicate cowhide bracelet, which was engraved with his name and a string of words he could not understand, Chang Sheng was about to turn his head Asked him, but his legs felt numb under his buttocks all the time, and the next one didn't pay attention, so he fell into Li Su's arms.

When Li Su was caught off guard and was about to help him, the two of them almost bumped into each other, and the corner of Chang Sheng's lips just brushed Li Su's face and slid down.

His skin was already delicate, and Chang Sheng didn't know how long he hadn't drank water, and the skin on his angry mouth scratched his face a little sorely.

With a "boom", Li Su only felt a pink peach blossom explode in his head, and with the breeze, it floated all over the sky in an instant.

"Ouch!"

Chang Sheng groaned heartlessly, and quickly grabbed his calf and began to knead it. It was as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling on his feet, and he was very upset.

Seeing him lying halfway beside him, Li Su felt that something was about to come out of his chest. It felt like it was about to burst him, and his mind went blank.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to support Chang Sheng's head, and then his eyes seemed to be on fire, and he rolled the child under him in. Then, without knowing what to think, he suddenly lowered his head, and bit Chang Sheng's neck.