sunset fever

Zhong Qingming drinks Xiaohan wine with him

Qi Ziren plays Gu Yuyin quietly

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Unknowingly, autumn is gradually passing, and Yangjing ushered in a relatively humid winter day. The snow often falls, and it has come again in the past few days. More ink and wash artistic conception.

But the days are not always quiet, this day, Yan Xiu set up a banquet at home, invited a table of guests, there were four new acquaintances, young ladies, and old acquaintances.

Nie Wei was wearing red and black clothes. He entered the door, holding the hot cat in his arms. He heard the wind grew up and was more beautiful. The white and gray cat was soft and fluffy, and touched his hand like a newly woven cloth. satin.

Following the servants from the outer courtyard to the banquet hall, Qin Jiang kept the cloak on her body. She deliberately put her icy fingertips into the sleeves, warmed herself up, and said, "Cat, let me see the cat."

It was not too late, and it was not time to start the banquet. Miss Tang was also a playful person, so she immediately threw the snowball in her hand, stepped on the fine snow, and shouted: "I want to see the cat too."

"It's afraid of strangers!" Nie Wei frowned and blamed, as if he was protecting a beloved child, he lowered his head, even breathing in extremely slowly, and removed the hand that was clasped on Wenfeng's body up.

Nie Wei warned again: "Be careful."

"It wasn't your cat in the first place," Qin Jiang stretched out her warm hand, teasing the little thing, and said with a smile, "You've kept it for so long, so you should give it back to Mr. Chen."

Not long after, Miss Li, who was listening to the voice, also came over, and she used her pointed nose to rub the hair on the top of Wenfeng's head.

The two young ladies liked to hear the wind, and when they played, they laughed brightly.

Nie Wei is still persuading: "It's not in good health, the weather has changed a few days ago, and it has taken a lot of medicine. Its paws were hurt and it can't be cold. Don't touch its tail, it will feel uncomfortable..."

Qin Jiang suggested: "If you really like it, then tell Mr. Chen that you should ask for it."

"That's not necessary, and I don't particularly like it."

Nie Wei's disguise was too bad. When she said these words, there was still reluctance in her eyes. Qin Jiang let the two little girls play with cats, so she pulled Nie Wei's sleeves and looked towards the pavilion not far away. Special charcoal fires were lit everywhere, and a snow-free road was cleared ahead.

After being seated, a servant girl was busy pouring warm wine, and when she finished pouring, she backed away.

Qin Jiang said: "Since I'm busy, let's sit here for a while."

Nie Wei nodded. He looked up and saw someone on the stone bridge not far away. The man was tall and tall, but he couldn't stand up.

"Master Zhong is here too." Nie Wei sighed.

Qin Jiang sipped the hot wine, breathed out, and said, "Here he is. Ziluo specially asked someone to pick him up. I brought him some snacks just now. He didn't recognize anyone, and he didn't say anything else. He was talking about himself." , I don't know what he's talking about."

"Miss Lin is still there?"

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with her. After all, it was Zhong Qingming who deceived her before. If Hong is talented, in a few years, she will be able to work in the Imperial Medical Office as a deputy envoy."

Nie Wei's hand holding the cup froze. He frowned and looked at Qin Jiang's face. After a while, he said, "Zhao Yu is also a deputy envoy."

"I know."

"No, since there is such a big misunderstanding, she shouldn't go to the palace."

"Master Nie, Hong Ruo has never done anything wrong, even the poisoned wine is fake, she is still soft-hearted, and she did nothing after all."

On a branch, an extremely thick layer of snow was deposited, which was dazzling white.

Zhong Qingming reached out to reach for the snow, but the snow fell, covering his head and the back of his neck. He exclaimed from the cold, shrank his neck to hug the tree, and knelt on the ground.

Chen Bizhen came over, dressed in simple and comfortable clothes, his boots were soaked in the not-thin snow, bent his waist, and said, "Get up quickly."

Zhong Qingming, who was vaguely understanding, hugged his head, turned around, and sat on a pile of snow under the tree. He raised his face and stared at Chen Bizhen.

The sky was getting darker, but everything was still visible, Zhong Qingming's nose and ear tips were red, he was still clean and handsome, but he was no longer unrestrained and at ease, he shook his head.

Chen Bizhen straightened up and looked at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Later, Yan Xiu called two servants over, pulled Zhong Qingming up, held and coaxed Zhong Qingming, but Zhong Qingming shouted: "Yan Guo's surname is Chen, what is your surname, and you are asking for your servant's surrender?"

His eyes turned red with anger, he turned his head forcefully, gritted his teeth, and stared at Chen Butian.

"It's better now. This occasional illness may last for a long time. This kind of illness also needs heart medicine." Yan Xiu tugged on Chen Bizhen's sleeve and wanted to go to the hall with him.

Chen Bizhen said: "We don't know what the real heart medicine is. No one can tell the whole story, maybe he himself doesn't know."

"I'm going to look for some more books on Outer Mountain witchcraft and see if there's anything I can do." After Yan Xiu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something else. He turned around and said, "I know that the royal family has banned Outer Mountain witchcraft."

"Yes."

"Then will you allow it?"

Seeing that Yan Xiu was really serious, Chen Bizhen laughed and said: "I am nothing now, neither a prince nor a king, I even have to rely on you more, how dare I not allow you."

Chen Bizhen spoke like this, but Yan Xiu knew that he had no restraint on him, and he didn't get angry too much.

"I didn't oppress you," Yan Xiu said, "Can you tell me why witchcraft is banned? I'm curious."

If it was a long time ago, Chen Bizhen really didn't know how to answer, but now he fully understands the truth, facing Yan Xiu, he said: "I don't know, I probably can't tell you."

"You know it clearly," Yan Xiu was not impatient, he looked at Chen Bizhen peacefully, and said, "I can tell from your expression that you know, but you don't tell me, so it must be something about He Yaohe's 58 years There are relationships."

It's not that he's really afraid of grudges, it's just that Chen Bizhen is afraid that Yan Xiu will blame himself, so he doesn't want to tell.

But he had to.

"Not long after I was born, my father angered the wife of the Yan Mansion because of his search for medicine. She used Outer Mountain witchcraft to set up an array on Shishan, and cursed me to die. Since then, Outer Mountain witchcraft has been listed. It's banned."

Yan Xiu said in a slow voice: ""Wu You" should be read through for general knowledge, but not everything is true. 'Wrong thought' depends entirely on perception, and 'curse' is almost impossible to work, so you will be fine."

Yan Xiu turned around and walked back. He wasn't angry, he just started to feel sorry for him. His heart felt as if he was being stabbed by a sharp knife, and even his back hurt.

"Of course, that's just my mother's words, not necessarily true."

"It's true," Yan Xiu said, "You should have said it earlier, then I can figure it out. It is reasonable for your father to be furious if someone wants to endanger your life."

Yan Xiu stood still, he looked lonely, standing alone, he didn't look back, standing under the dark sky.

Chen Bizhen went forward, and before he could think clearly about what to say, he hugged Yan Xiu from behind, even Yan Xiu's arms were tied to his side.

"I'm telling you because there should be less concealment between us. I didn't exonerate the murderer, and I didn't want to make you feel guilty." Chen Bizhen spoke anxiously, and at the end, tears spread.

Then, neither of them spoke.

After a while of silence, Chen Bizhen was anxious and aggrieved, he closed his eyes, and kissed Yan Xiu's neck and cheek little by little.

Later, he said, "None of your business."

Yan Xiu took a deep breath, he didn't resist Chen Bizhen's intimacy, he said: "I was thinking, you don't dare to die, I don't even dare to think about it for too long, so many dangers, now all are fears, if you really …At that time, when I just returned to Fushan, I always dreamed of you, and I was most afraid of waking up, because waking up would tell me cruelly that everything is real.”

Yan Xiu had already experienced a farewell to Chen Bizhen.

That night, there was a banquet at the banquet where cups were being exchanged, the yellow lights were shining, everyone was slightly drunk, and the snow was still falling, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, and in the middle of the night, there was no wind at all.

When the charcoal fire was at its peak, everyone had already gone back. The room was still extremely warm. After washing and lying down, Yan Xiu was so sleepy that his eyelids were sticky. He was not worried about being cold or drifting away. Chen Bizhen turned on the light and went to bed. , After getting into bed, he still said: "Don't drink, you can't drink much."

"I'm not drunk." Yan Xiu is indeed still awake, he just wants to sleep too much.

In a daze, his mouth lightly touched Chen Bizhen's.

By the next day, the snow hadn't stopped.

In front of the window of the Suihua Palace, there was cold white sunlight penetrating in, and two more candles were lit on the silver candlesticks in front of the table.Square squares, black and white pieces, Chen Bizhen didn't sleep much, and he had some headaches, so he was absent-minded in playing this game of chess.

Chen Taoshao was still calm. He stared at the chessboard and said in a deep voice: "There are some changes in Qi Ziren's matter. He is neither Yan Xiu nor Qi Ziren. I don't know who the real Qi Ziren is and if he is still there. , I sent someone to check, the man in the prison was a carpenter born in Yaotai, with a humble background, no talent and no outstanding, he used to work for the rich businessman Mei Chengchu, I don't know why he is familiar with witchcraft, and pretends to be more than one person, now Now, he is dead."

"Dead?" Chen Bijie was surprised.

"Yes."

Or, for Chen Taoshao, it is not difficult to investigate a commoner, but that person is too ordinary, with no influence or connections behind him.

Chen Bizhen thought for a while, then said: "So many strange things."

"You have to know, no matter what, you and I are just human beings, except for our background, we are no different from anyone else, we will not live to be two hundred years old, and we will not understand everything in the world." After Chen Taoshao finished speaking, he took a cup to drink Tea.

"At least try to understand it." Chen Biyi said.

"I know what you think. You can try to push away all the existing difficulties and build a new scene. I'm thinking, it's time for me to end this job. What the emperor needs is someone like you after all. .”

Chen Taoshao didn't just talk casually, he thought about it for a long time, and he was very serious.

Chen Taoshao guessed it, and Chen Bizhen really thought of Yan Xiu first. He knocked on the chess piece and said softly: "You know, I am not the same person I used to be. If I am in danger again, I am still a little worried about him. In the palace, it is better It's comfortable outside."

From this point of view, Chen Bizhen's growth is obvious, and he seems to be a little withdrawn.

But not all retreat is a bad thing, and sometimes hesitation is good. Chen Bizhen continued: "You are loved, why don't you continue? Many people recognize you, and the people also recognize you."

"You have also been studying since you were a child, so you naturally know that what people think is good may not be really good for a long time. Besides, I have helped you for so long, so let me go and rest."

These two people have a natural tacit understanding and sufficient trust. They grow up together and can resonate.

"Princess Jinglan said that when she was building the pavilion, she always wondered why some people don't like Chongcheng. She dreams of coming back, but some people dream of leaving."

Chen Bizhen finally put down the chess pieces in his hand, he said: "I don't know whether I like it or not, maybe, it is not necessary to have clear feelings for a certain place, I really like people when I like them."

"What? Young Master Yan, what will he do in the future?" Chen Taoshao asked.

Chen Bizhen began to think deeply, sighed, and said, "It's up to him, if he wants to enter the palace again, he will enter the palace, and if he wants to open a pharmacy, he will reopen the Shi'an Hall his parents used to be."

"To be honest, I should go and rest. You are highly valued by your father, so there is a reason for it. You shouldn't belittle yourself."

"I know."

The candle flickered.

The wind picked up outside, and the snow began to fall obliquely, faster and faster.

Chen Taoshao is not a shunner, he is transparent, he knows that Chen Bizhen is the most suitable person for the throne, and he is also worldly, so he doesn't want to be too mean or formal, he wants to live a better and more relaxed life.

It seems to be selfish, but it is not selfish.

What Chen Bizhen did today——

The flowing clouds and the wind come and go around early, and the mountains and moons are long and the steps are dew to suppress the tide.

Chuitong Jiuhan approached, and Shengheng had returned to Soul Bridge.

[This round is not finished]