Chao Yu Jie

It was a coincidence.

Although the abbot was an outsider, he was not without winks. Seeing that the two of them were acquainted and met by chance, they must have something to say, so he left first.

Yin Hecheng hadn't seen Wen Zhuo for a few days, and he was a little dazed to see that his attire today was a bit more exciting than in the past.It was only after Wen Zhuo approached to greet him that he came back to his senses and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wen Zhuo only told Yang Ruoming about Fang Yue's poetry meeting, Yin Hecheng listened to it, and asked: "Since the poetry meeting, why did it come out?"

Wen Zhuo smiled wryly: "I don't have any talent for poetry, but I just came here to join in the fun. Is Your Highness here to offer incense and worship Buddha again?"

He asked teasingly, and Yin Hecheng wouldn't argue with him, but he didn't answer him.

They were old acquaintances, so they sent Bai Yi back, and they took a walk together.

Yin Hecheng was no more nagging than Yang Ruoming, and he didn't like to show off his talents. He only talked to Wen Zhuo without saying a word, asking him how the restaurant was doing, and seeing that he had picked a lot of red leaves, he stretched out his hand to look at it, and then took it from his hand. Li picked up Ye Zi, but saw that his hand was cut and bleeding.

This glance actually made Yin Hecheng lose his mind.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Zhuo was tightly held in his arms, and the injured hand was held in his hand, and the blood on his fingers had been sucked clean by him.

Wen Zhuo was taken aback by him, and his whole body froze.

Yin Hecheng felt it, and then let go of his hand, and let him go slowly.

In addition to the cinnamon in the air, there seemed to be some embarrassing heat.

Wen Zhuo opened his mouth, only to feel his lips were dry and hot, and closed them again speciously.

Yin Hecheng's silence finally stopped.

"Didn't you ask me what I'm doing here?"

He stopped, and Wen Zhuo listened to him say word by word: "I'm here to pay homage to my friend."

"His name is Cheng Tao." Yin Hecheng said, "He is my companion."

This is not destined to be a pleasant story.

Cheng Tao's name Wen Zhuo had never heard of it, but more than ten years ago he was a well-known child prodigy in the capital, and he was the youngest son of the former Guozijian who was so stupid in offering wine.

Cheng Tao is young and mature, and he has a good reputation even in the palace. Yin Hecheng is so lucky to have this person as his companion.

This person can be regarded as a model in the world of companion reading. With this person's assistance, Yin Hecheng is also motivated and hardworking, which is greatly appreciated by his father.

It's just that God is jealous of talents.

In just four years, Cheng Tao died young on a plate of maple leaf cake.

"It was verified in the palace that noble Yao poisoned it. Whether it's true or not, the poison was smeared on the maple leaves that held the dim sum. If Cheng Tao hadn't eaten it, I would have been the one who died." Yin Hesheng A sarcastic smile floated up.Wen Zhuo could only see the tragedy from that smile, the death of his best friend in front of his eyes, no one could bear it.

The rest of the matter was much simpler, nobleman Yao hanged himself, and the matter ended here.

Cheng Zhizhuo couldn't bear the blow of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man, and he couldn't afford it, so he retired from his old age and returned home.Cheng Tao was also transported back to his hometown for burial.

The only thing left is the deep confinement, like a quiet monster that devours people.

A ray of sunshine cast on Wen Zhuo's body, but he only felt a sudden coldness.

Yin Hecheng's tone of speaking about this old incident was the same as usual, as if the waves were calm.It's just the first time for Wen Zhuo to feel that maybe there is something else under this cold expression, there may still be some warmth left on his fingers, so he can't help but imagine Yin Hecheng when he was young, lost his mother, Friends, what is it like to be alone among the palace walls.

The two walked up and down slowly again, quiet and silent.

There is no time in the mountains, but thousands of years have passed in the world.Wen Zhuo probably understood what Yin Hecheng meant by offering a memorial tablet to his friend.

Can a person's heart really be so hard?Can bear so many hardships in the past?

Wen Juan was skeptical, but he didn't want to try it at all.

The two walked through the red maple forest, and the leaves were destroyed by Yin Hecheng in a panic.At this moment, he stopped and broke the branches for Wen.

Xu knew about Hong Feng's taboo in King Luo's heart, so Wen Zhuo just declined.

Yin Hecheng said: "Hongfeng is not wrong, the fault lies in people's hearts."

As he spoke, he handed the maple branch to him.

Wen Zhuo lowered his head, staring fixedly at the maple leaf, and couldn't help thinking——he must be a good emperor.

Few people can not vent their anger, even Wen Juan himself can't guarantee it, but Yin Hecheng has this sobriety.If this person sat on the dragon chair, what would the world be like?

Wen Juan couldn't help but look forward to it.

When King Naluo sent people back to the poetry club, they were almost gone.Seeing that Wen Zhuo went out for a stroll, Rong Li was surprised that he could still pick up a Luo Wang, so he hurriedly greeted him.

It's just that Yin Hecheng just nodded to him and left.