Biganchun

The weeping willow branches are in March and a half, and Dong Jun is not willing to pass Yanzhou.

In the backyard of Jinglue Mansion, the night was getting darker, and it was almost Xu time.

Zhan Zhao was dressed in single clothes, sitting and lying on the couch in the room, holding two volumes of papers in his hand, reading silently.The shadow of the lamp on the bedside drawer swayed, and occasionally a few drops of candle tears melted, emitting a wisp of light ink and light smoke.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Qingcheng walked into the house from the courtyard.She has plain hairpins and a light fur quilt. She holds a lacquer plate in her hand, and the bowl in the plate is straight, and the color is like sky blue.

Zhan Zhao raised his head, put down the file in his hand, and smiled at her, "It's so late today, but is there any delay?"

Qingcheng didn't answer, just smiled at him faintly.She walked to the table, put the lacquer plate on the table, and closed the door behind her back.

She turned back to the table, took off her fur coat and put it aside, picked up the gaiwan from the lacquer plate, walked to the couch, and handed the gaiwan to Zhan Zhao: "This medicine has been decocted for a while, take it while it's hot." , so as not to miss the effect of the medicine."

Zhan Zhao opened the lid of the bowl, blew it lightly, took a sip, frowned and said, "Why is this medicine so bitter today?"

Sitting on the side of the couch, Qingcheng looked at Zhan Zhao quietly: "Your internal injuries have damaged Ren Du's two veins. The prescriptions prescribed by the medical officer for you a few days ago are all based on tonic. I asked them to add some supplements as appropriate yesterday." One or two flavors of light cold minister medicine to help relieve fever. Judging from the color and taste of this soup, it seems that they added some gentian grass into it."

Zhan Zhao sighed lightly: "People say that there are three kinds of bitterness in medicine, Coptis chinensis, Mutong, and gentian grass. The bitterness of gentian is the king of all herbs. You are probably pretending to be a doctor in the name of a doctor, and you want to see me. This is indescribably painful."

The corners of Qingcheng's lips raised slightly, and he shook his head, saying: "It is often said that the heart of a villain likes the belly of a gentleman, but I never thought that you would misinterpret it like this when you call yourself a gentleman. I am really pitiful for those who hang the pot in the world. The act of helping the world is really hard-won. "

Zhan Zhao said with a smile: "Whether it's because I'm making wild guesses or not, it's too early to say. When I have time tomorrow, I will definitely check the soup they prepared for you. I think they will add more tangerine peel and licorice to suit your taste."

Qingcheng smiled and said: "You can't avoid him in the end if you talk about him from left to right. It's serious to take this medicine soon."

Seeing her pretending to be angry, Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled, raised his bowl, and drank the soup and medicine.He put the gaiwan aside, raised his head, and saw Qing Cheng's eyes were dazed, sitting quietly in a trance.

Zhan Zhao's heart moved, but he suppressed the smile on his face and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter just now?"

Qingcheng was stunned when he heard the words, and when he turned around, there seemed to be a trace of melancholy on his face: "Just now, Di Qing and I went to the Yuanmen of the Zhongjun to send Lu Li out of the city, so we were late."

Zhan Zhao straightened up: "Why, is he going back to Qingjian City in such a hurry?"

Qingcheng nodded and said: "Mr. Zhong has a lot of things to think about, and he is indispensable for a moment... He has saved my life. I haven't thought of a way to repay him, so he went back. It's really a pity..."

Zhan Zhao let out a long sigh, and said slowly, "The kindness he bestows on you also extends to me. If I had known that he was leaving today, you and Di Qing should have called me to see him off together."

Qingcheng shook her head and said, "Your internal injuries haven't healed yet, so you better be careful..."

She sighed softly, and said: "Although he is young, he is both wise and courageous. In such an emergency in the thin-waisted city that day, he still thought of taking those long ropes with him, and he gave up his life to save me in the floating sand formation." ...If it wasn't for him..." There was a sudden pause in her voice, and she lowered her eyebrows.

Zhan Zhao slowly raised his hand, brushing aside the hair hanging from Qingcheng's forehead, but saw a faint scar on the skin above her hairline.

In the Yantai in the sunset, Qingcheng and Lu Li went according to plan.At the moment when all the captured soldiers entered the Gobi, Populus euphratica exploded and quicksand rose.The captured army was suddenly startled, and the riders ran, trampling and colliding with each other, but within a short time, they were all buried in the sand.

The hustle and bustle around him disappeared, and there was a dead silence in the space.Qingcheng is also trapped in the sand formation.She throws away her armor, barely lies down on the sand, and releases thunderbolts to the sky, sending a message to Slender Waist City, and her body slowly sinks to the bottom of the sand.Unexpectedly, when Lu Li left Slim Waist City, he took with him the hundred-foot-long rope left by the Zhong family army when they were digging a well.He saw Qingcheng still struggling in the sand at the edge of Populus euphratica forest, so he tied one end of the long rope to an arrow, and shot with a strong bow, straight to Qingcheng's side.

The long arrow pierced through the air and plunged straight into the sand.With all his strength, Qingcheng clung to the long rope on the arrow. Lu Li ordered the guards to tighten the long rope in the distance. He followed the long rope and stepped into the quicksand. , One step is empty, and it is also caught in the quicksand.

The personal guard camp was hundreds of meters away, and the long rope couldn't be retrieved, so both Lu Li and Qing Cheng had already sunk down.At the critical moment, the black falcon raised by Yasu was passing through the sky of Luoyan Terrace.That ink falcon is not only extremely spiritual, but also powerful, a rare horse like it, and can usually plunder a gazelle in the air on the grassland.It saw Qingcheng's body buried in the sand, in a critical situation, it swooped down, grabbed Qingcheng's long hair with its sharp beak, and dragged her aside.Taking advantage of this situation, the Guards took all their long ropes and rescued both Lu Li and Qing Cheng onto the stone platform.

Yasu and Mole immediately rushed to Luoyan Terrace with Fei Yuqi.Seeing that everyone was exhausted, they didn't know what was going on with Xia's army near the city of Slim Waist, so they all retreated to an abandoned village ten miles away to rest for the night.On the morning of the second day, Yasu received a message that the battle at Xifeng Ridge was over and that Di Qing was also camping in Lingbei, so he brought Fei Yuqi to join Di Qing.They met Di Qing at the Wuliang crossing, and when they heard that Zhan Zhao was riding alone, they ventured deep into the northern foot of the Wuliang Valley, disrupting Dangxiang's rear army with thunderbolts, and took advantage of the chaos to rescue Zhan Zhao by surprise.

All kinds of previous situations are known in detail.But every time I think about it, I still feel the pain in my heart and deep into my bone marrow.

The reunion after the catastrophe, but still in a trance from time to time, is all this real or a dream?

He stretched out his arms and took Qingcheng into his arms, and the moment she raised her head, he leaned over and kissed her.

The breathing is intertwined, and the lips and teeth are intertwined, just like years of bondage, no matter how difficult it is to separate.

Outside the window, the clock is constantly rising, and even more leaks are heard from afar.Qingcheng's body trembled slightly, she turned her head and stepped back.

The medicinal fragrance lingered on her lips, she shook her head and sighed: "This gentian grass is indeed very bitter."

Zhan Zhao smiled lightly: "The one who started the evil should be punished."

He looked at her silhouette, and suddenly his heart moved: "The jade ring you wore recently, why didn't you wear it today?"

Qingcheng lowered her eyebrows and looked at her chest, and said quietly: "I think I forgot when I changed clothes in the afternoon."

Do not illuminate the candles in front of the case, and lightly peel them off.She glanced at Zhan Zhao, and stood up: "The spring is cold, you only wear single clothes, so you don't have to worry about getting cold, I'll take a coat and put it on with you."

She walked to the wardrobe and opened the door, but was startled.There is a dark woody fragrance in the cabinet, and the clothes are stacked on top of each other. The top is a crimson official robe.

Qingcheng's eyes lingered on the official robe: "Yesterday I heard that because of the arrow wounding Yuanhao in Wuliang Valley, the official family has issued an order to forgive you for all your past crimes, and you will be re-registered as a fourth-rank citizen. Make it a title. Unexpectedly, they sent the official robes so quickly."

Zhan Zhao raised his head and said, "It was sent by Fan He this afternoon. Mr. Fan is careful, and he told them early in the morning that his will is as sacred as heaven, and they should not be neglected."

Qingcheng nodded slowly, took another robe from the cabinet, turned around and walked to the side of the couch, and handed the robe to Zhan Zhao.

She sat down beside Zhan Zhao: "It's been a long time since I saw you wearing a red robe, but all of a sudden, it reminds me of the time in Bianjing City... I don't have to worry about others, but I don't know how Aman is doing now ..."

Zhan Zhao draped the robe over his shoulders with his backhand: "Since you miss her so much, why haven't you written to her in the past two years? She is alone in Bianjing, and she is looking forward to hearing from you very much. We moved here , aren't you afraid that she will be sad?"

Qingcheng said slowly: "She is a solid child. If I send her a letter, she will be looking forward to receiving my next letter day and night. If there is a day when I can no longer send her a letter, She was sad and sad at that time, I'm afraid it was even worse than now. Rather than hope for nothing, it's better to have less nostalgia..."

She raised her head, saw Zhan Zhao's expression gradually serious, smiled lightly, and said: "Before we set off for Yanzhou that day, I had already handed over all the gold and silk rewards from the government to Aman. With the money Things can keep her safe for the rest of her life."

Seeing what she said, Zhan Zhao felt relieved for a moment: "In the past two years, Mrs. Bao Zhun Aman has been staying in Kaifeng Mansion. She is extremely intelligent, and Zhang Long and the others are taking care of her, so you don't have to worry about it." She worries."

Qingcheng shook her head and said: "It is this festival that is what I am worried about."

Zhan Zhao wondered, "How do you say that?"

Qingcheng sighed: "She looks smart, but in fact she is confused. She doesn't know how people's hearts are unpredictable. It was an example that you tricked me to see the water puppet that day... If those brothers of yours were sincere Forget it, if Zheng Bo imitates you and guards against himself, then the girl may be hard to guard against."

Zhan Zhao couldn't help smiling, thinking about the situation of the Duanyang Festival in Bianjing that year, his mind eased, the bitterness in his heart has dissipated seven points unconsciously for the past few days.

He smiled and said: "Don't worry, if you follow the punishment system and guard against self-stealing, the crime will be the death penalty, and there will be no forgiveness... They are under the control of Mr. Bao, and they will never go beyond the rules."

Qingcheng also smiled, but still shook his head and said: "If you want to be their guarantor, you have to think about it carefully. Even a stern person like Di Qing, who is as tender as he is, if it wasn't for my own eyes See, don't believe it."

Zhan Zhao's eyes flashed: "You mean that Wuhuan woman named Nalan?"

Qingcheng nodded and said, "That's right, it's her. Just now, Di Qing and I sent Lu Li back, and we happened to meet her in the corridor. Judging by the expressions between Di Qing and her, I'm afraid there's a lot of story to tell."

Hearing what she said, Zhan Zhao remained silent for a while, as if he was deep in thought.

Qingcheng looked down at the bedside Chen, and slowly frowned: "You already know about the book?"

Zhan Zhao came back to his senses, nodded and replied, "That's right. This article has already explained this matter in detail. You have been trying so hard to hide it from me these days, but why?"

When Yuan Hao was slightly injured by an arrow in the battle of Wuliang Valley, he heard that Di Qing and Zhong Shiheng had both retreated, and in disappointment, he led his troops back to Tiandu Mountain.His anger remained undiminished, and he sent someone to send a long letter of credence to Yanzhou.This letter is more than [-] pages long, and the words are reckless and arrogant, which is unsightly.In a fit of rage, Fan Zhongyan burned the 谨书 in front of the envoy, but because of this, he committed a big taboo.When the news spread to Bianjing, the Prime Minister Song You was in charge of admonishing Fan Zhongyan for deceiving the emperor, and he should be executed for his crime!

Fortunately, there are many ministers in the court who support Fan Zhongyan.Du Yan, the official censor, remonstrated with the officials, that when employing people, there is no need to judge them with common sense.The prime minister, Lu Yijian, put an end to the disputes among the ministers, and strongly advocated that Fan Zhongyan had no major faults, and that a small punishment of demotion would be enough punishment.

Zhan Zhao let out a long sigh: "Where Master Fan will move to, is there any news?"

Qingcheng shook his head and said: "I heard that the officials are still hesitating, I'm afraid they will have to wait another ten days before they can reach a conclusion. In any case, the battle situation is tense at this time, and the place where Lord Fan is relegated should be not far from Yanzhou .”

Zhan Zhao said: "Master Fan has dizziness, and this accident may only increase his anxiety. He is a person who is strong on the outside and on the inside, and the defeat of Hao Shuichuan has caused deep pain, otherwise he will face How can you forget to be patient with that piece of paper?"

Qingcheng sighed: "It's only because I happened to receive the scout's news about Zhang Yuan's poem writing that morning. Mr. Fan was so full of grief and hatred that there was nowhere to dispel it. In his anger, he attributed it to the act of burning books."

On that day, Zhang Yuan and his attendant Yuan Hao went back to the summer camp in Tiandu Mountain.Passing by Jieshang Temple, when he was interested, he wrote a poem on the wall: "Where did Xia Song ever rise, Han Qi is not surprising. Manchuan dragon and tiger chariots, still talking about military opportunities. Taishi, Shangshuling, and Zhongshuling Zhang Yuan came here with his father."

In Haoshuichuan, more than [-] soldiers of the Song camp were killed, and their bones were piled high, but this Han thief gained fame with a crooked poem, and his aspirations and complacency were beyond words.Once Fan Zhongyan knew it, it was naturally difficult to restrain himself.

Zhan Zhao asked again: "I heard that Master Han Qi has arrived in Qinzhou?"

Qingcheng nodded and said: "That's right. He took the blame for Hao Shuichuan's defeat, and wrote a letter of self-blame. The officials demoted him to be the right commander and relegated him to Qinzhou. He went to the post a few days ago. On the way, thousands of soldiers, fathers, brothers and wives of Hao Shuichuan died , weeping in front of his horse's head. Holding old clothes and paper money, they cried out in front of him, and they would not go for a long time..."

Zhan Zhao let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with deep sadness: "No wonder Mr. Fan said yesterday that in this situation, no matter how difficult it is to win or lose..."

The candle light falls, and the mind returns.The rare moment of relaxation between the two just now has disappeared in an instant.

Zhan Zhao looked at Qing Cheng, and said in a low voice, "It's getting late at night, and you still have to go back to the Chinese army's guest tent, so go."

Since returning from Huanzhou, Qingcheng has been living with the Uighur Fei Yuqi in the guest tent of the Yanzhou Central Army, and only goes to the Jinglue Mansion every night to explain the important matters during the day to Fan Zhongyan, and visits Zhan Zhao's daily life together.

Qingcheng stood up without answering.She stood with her back to him, and said in a low voice: "There is something I have always wanted to ask you, but I don't know how to say it..."

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, then slowly said: "If it's so difficult, why do you have to force it?"

Qingcheng shook his head and said: "But I feel like I have a gnat in my throat, so I have to ask... that night, in the thin-waisted city, in the Luoyan Terrace, I did whatever I wanted, and went without hesitation, you... can you blame me?..."

This question has been circling in my heart for a long time, until tonight, and I can no longer be submerged in it.

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly, and said in a comforting voice, "The matter is over, why do you need to bring it up again?"

Qingcheng sighed softly: "The situation was so compelling that night, I can't help but read it again."

Zhan Zhao's eyes were sad: "You can't help yourself, how can I blame you?"

Qingcheng shook his head and remained silent.She turned around and sat down in front of Zhan Zhao, with tears in her eyes.

"But I can't forgive myself... That day in Bianjing City, I knew that I would not be able to keep my promise one day, so why did I high-five you three times? It was just a mistake at that time, but today I broke the promise and broke the promise. Tiring you so far... In the Wuliang Valley, in the formation of the Buddha, it is almost doomed..."

She choked up silently and could not continue.Zhan Zhao sighed and held her hand.

Qingcheng clasped palms with him, lowered her head, and dimly saw an old scar on his left wrist.

Inside Ruisi Hall, the past is shocking.In the past two years, the Northwest has undergone so many shocking changes that she almost forgot that the two of them have already been fused by blood.

Before the case, the hourglass leaked slowly and quietly.

Along the way, he and she were both scarred and tired, and they only hoped to find a moment to rest.

Tonight, the stream is light and slow, not like the world.This quiet moment is far better than the usual luxury in my heart.

Zhan Zhao asked in a low voice, "That night at the bottom of the Wangyan River, when you saw a shooting star, what did you wish for?"

She quietly leaned on his shoulder, shaking her head without answering.

A faint smile appeared on Zhan Zhao's lips: "Actually, I already know. On the night of Luoyantai, I had a dream. In the dream, you told me all your wishes."

Qingcheng raised her head: "Really? Tell me."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "When that wish comes true, I will naturally tell you."

Qingcheng shook her head and muttered: "If you pretend to be mysterious, I won't believe you..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

It turned out that when she was talking, Zhan Zhao had already lowered his head and got close to her neck.His breath was warm, and he gently brushed her delicate skin.

Qingcheng suddenly clenched her palms tightly.

The lingering meaning came leisurely, it seemed to be just a thin strand, but it was ecstasy, mellow and bottomless, making it difficult for her to wake up as usual.

Bing Xin originally planned to give everything, but unexpectedly, she was caught off guard at the moment when she was on the scene.

Emotions lingered, seemingly endless, but he stopped suddenly.

In front of the eyes, the black hair is twisting, the collar is slightly loose, and the skin is like dark snow.

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly: "Aren't you wearing the silk armor?"

Qingcheng slowly shook her head: "It was just my negligence."

Zhan Zhao's heart reverberated, and he secretly laughed at himself.After years of being together, he has always taken it as his own responsibility to protect her and refuses to force her in the slightest.But tonight, for some reason, he was distracted, trying to hold on to himself, just wanting to hold her in his arms, and not letting go, just messed up.

He sighed softly and said with a wry smile: "You were just negligent for a while, but I almost committed the crime of self-stealing."

Qingcheng smiled faintly, shook his head and remained silent.After a long time, the smile on her face gradually dissipated, she raised her head, and said quietly: "If there is any crime tonight, I will be punished by heaven, and you have nothing to do with it."

Zhan Zhao had mixed feelings in his heart, only felt that every word came to his heart, the true feelings were so hard to put into words.

The clouds are scattered and the wind is sparse, and the full moon shines.

Thousands of sorrows and joys, all turned into a deep love here.

He slowly raised his hand and removed the hosta from her hair.The black hair is flowing, just like the bank of the quiet lake at night.

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her brows were slightly lowered, her star pupils trembled slightly, and there was no trace of hesitation.

Good fortune will finally have intentions this evening, and I pray that the clouds will rise later in the Ming Dynasty.

We have this night together, we have a soft spot, and we have wings.

The morning star is still shining, and the moonlight will disappear.

Before the case, the candles were cleared early, and the red on the quilt was like cherry blossoms.The person next to the pillow sleeps peacefully and peacefully.

Qingcheng pushed open the door.She wrapped herself tightly in fox fur, looking dazed and lost in the darkness of the courtyard.

Di Qing walked out slowly from under the eaves, only glanced at her, then looked away.

Tears flowed down her face like a fountain, but she neither wiped it off nor covered it up, and the tears shattered one after another, seeping into her clothes.

Di Qing said slowly: "They have been waiting for you outside for a long time."

Qingcheng was speechless.After a long time, she put away her tears, raised her arms, and tied the silk thread in her palms around her neck.

When she let go of her hand, the ring was like fat, silently hanging down on her chest.

She whispered: "I have already lit half of the Dream Token, he will not wake up before noon today."

Di Qing's breath fluctuated, and he felt bitter in his heart.Before he could say anything else, Qingcheng had already bowed to him, got up and walked out of the courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, Qingcheng had passed him.Di Qing suddenly turned her head and said in a low voice, "Treasure."

The slender figure paused for a moment, then walked out of the hospital gate, and disappeared suddenly, like a dream gone overnight.

Clouds rise from all directions beside the flag pavilion.Sinking in the water and long smoke, all the way is long.

Di Qing let out a long sigh, and walked slowly back to the atrium study of Jinglue Mansion.

Under the morning light, the ink on the military information note written just now is just dry, and it is only waiting for the post officer to come to pick up the letter and pass it on when he is young.

On March [-]th of the first year of Qingli, Yasu, the eldest son of Yeluohe Uighur, led his cavalry to move to Saimenzhai, a hundred and fifty miles north of Yanzhou City, to rebuild the old city and maintain the border of Jingjing.Princess Gan Ning accompanied him.Return date is uncertain.

The author has something to say: all kinds of things have happened over the years, all in Qingzhao's dream.

This evening, the light is like water, and the red clothes are sprinkled.

Happy holidays, everyone!

Ah Yi Shang