Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Qi Wushang's voice had a calming charm: "Zi Shi won't."

"Why? I don't believe he is so kind!"

Qi Wushang looked at the fresh green leaves washed by the rain, and the breeze blew past, as if Mu Zishi blinked shrewdly, and couldn't help smiling indulgently: "He is uneasy and kind..."

Yu Jianguan was stunned, but he heard Qi Wushang say: "Throw a mouse, once your father falls, I, the king of the Western Wei Dynasty, will bear the brunt of it in the army."

"What's more...he hopes that you will leave without any worries and no regrets, so that I won't feel guilty about you and will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Qi Wushang's understanding of Mu Zishi is like understanding his own palm prints, no matter how complicated it is, it is unknown to outsiders, as long as he lowers his head, he can see it clearly.

He was used to going straight to the point, but he didn't know that sometimes direct truth is more deadly than cryptic perfunctory. As soon as the words fell, Yu Jianguan was already on the verge of collapse.

Her body was already at the end of her strength, and the doctor decided that she would not survive this year, so Qi Wushang no longer concealed it, and revealed all about Qi Hefeng's empress being poisoned.

When Yu Jianguan heard it, he was just calm and peaceful, and even let out a sigh of relief with a smile: "No wonder you have tolerated me in every possible way these years, so you owe me..."

Since then, the two seem to be the most harmonious and loving couple in Daning.

Qi Wushang accompanies Yu Jianguan to feast, play, enjoy flowers and field hunts, and even according to her preferences, the brocade clothes are all handsome and noble, and the bee waist and ape back are tall and straight, and they are more powerful than any prince and grandson. son.

Although they have already separated and fell asleep at night, Yu Jianguan is satisfied and strives to live a happy life.

But today, Qi Wushang's simple sentence pierced the heart with ten thousand arrows and the poison pierced the bone, piercing all the sun and the city, revealing the white and cold ruined walls.

Originally thought that the most hated person in this world was Mu Zishi, but in the end, the person he hated the most turned out to be his favorite Qi Wushang.

In a trance like a dream, I heard my own broken and trembling voice, showing a stubbornness that refused to give up: "What about you? Will you do what he wished, after I die...will you forget me completely?"

Qi Wushang quickly shook his head: "No."

"why?"

Qi Wushang's answer was so good that it could be used in the palace to make a conclusion or make a conclusion: "You are my concubine, you have been married to me for more than ten years, you have shared joys and sorrows, and there is nothing wrong with you. Why should I forget you?"

This kind of not forgetting is better than deliberately forgetting. As expected of someone who learned the art of war since childhood, he is naturally indifferent and knows how to hurt people deeply. Yu Jian closed his eyes: "If there is no Mu Zishi, you..."

Qi Wushang said: "I won't be without him, I won't allow without him."

Yu Jianguan was silent for a long time, then sighed faintly: "I understand...My lord, take me back to my room."

Qi Wushang followed his words, but he was not extra tender and considerate.

Yu Jianguan was as sick as a piece of burnt firewood, his body was thin and hot, he pressed against Qi Wushang's strong and broad chest, his strong and steady heartbeat sounded beside his ears, he felt that his heart had been crushed. This person crushed it into fine powder with a foot that didn't cherish it.

It's not that he doesn't hate, he hates so much that he can't even eat his flesh and skin, but he is extremely reluctant to give up. After many years of fighting, he has countless old injuries, but he doesn't know when he is old, who will be by his side, take care of him and love him?

The short journey, during which the mind wandered and wandered, seemed to be enough for a lifetime of entanglement and embarrassment that could not be relieved.

When he arrived on the couch, Yu Jianguan grabbed Qi Wushang's fingers suddenly, with dark eyes and an unpredictable smile, he said, "My lord, after I die, you can send my coffin back to Chenjing. want to go home."

Qi Wushang was startled: "Why?"

Yu Jianguan's nails sank deep into his fingers, but his voice was unusually gentle and calm: "Mu Zishi is cruel, and he doesn't look like a long-lived man. I'm afraid he won't last a few years in Beijing...Although the emperor doesn't allow you to return to Beijing... , but I am dead, and I will always be merciful to help my soul return to my hometown."

"I'll help you, okay?"

Speaking of Yu Jianguan, he showed his face and smiled, his eyes were flowing with this smile, his cheeks were flushed, just like a little girl back then, but the faint cunning in his expression was like a sharp hook hidden in a delicious bait, which was quite childish Stone's handwriting.

Qi Wushang casually straightened her sideburns, sat on the edge, and said: "Do you really want to go back to Chenjing? If you really want to, I will live up to the trust, but if it is for me, there is no need. I was born in The Prince's House, however, is better than the military camp, has a slow and rude temper, and treats you inappropriately, which makes you sad... I am the one who hurt you in this life, and I am sorry."

"I understand your fulfillment, but I have my own plan, so you don't have to worry about it."

In the past two years, Qi Wushang has seldom interfered with matters related to shooting captives on the bright side, and his military spirit is no longer flying in his eyes, but he is like a peerless sharp-edged sword in his deep concealment. boldness.

Yu Jianguan looked at him, suddenly realized something, and said in a trembling voice: "You...are you going to send troops south?"

Qi Wushang shook his head, and said calmly: "Don't forget why I pacified the grasslands, if it was for my own selfishness that caused the people of the world to suffer from wars, wouldn't Qi Wushang and Mu Zishi be sinners through the ages? "

Yu Jianguan frowned, and said shyly, "You are the master of war, Daning God of War, so you must have already made up your mind."

Qi Wushang smiled, and said: "Let's say it's a bamboo, there is not even a bamboo leaf. No matter how you use your soldiers like a god, there is no battle that you can win, an undefeated general... But in this life, there are some things It’s obviously impossible to do, but you have to let go and give it a try.”

Yu Jianguan sighed: "It's fine if you don't tell me, anyway, I don't want to know, Mu Zishi is right, I will never really understand you in my next life... People die like a lamp going out, and I don't care about your messy things do what?"

After all, I couldn't help but say a harsh sentence: "Let you shameless bastards live happily ever after!"

Qi Wushang listened to the sentence for a long time, feeling a little grateful in his heart, gently helped her tuck the corner of the quilt, and said in a low voice: "Thank you!"

A helpless but relieved smile flashed across Yu Jianguan's eyes: "You and I are a husband and wife, you really don't have to be polite."

The night was dark, and the study room in Shaofu's mansion was still brightly lit. Mu Zishi rested his jaw with one hand, and a large pile of official files on the desk almost covered his body.

The night wind was blowing outside the house, and the iron horses under the window were tinkling. Mu Zishi stopped writing and listened carefully. There seemed to be faint thunder coming from a distance, and a heavy rain was coming.

Bi Luo hurriedly took the opportunity to step forward, and said softly: "My lord, let's rest, it's time to make a fool of yourself, if you don't take a nap, you won't be able to sleep tonight!"

Mu Zishi pointed to the teacup: "Make another cup of tea."

Biluo is good at cooking tea, the amount of tea leaves, the temperature of boiling water, and even the movements of palms and wrists when ordering tea are all exquisite and appropriate. Because of this unique skill, Mu Zishi asked for an order when he moved out of the Zhaoxu Palace from the Eastern Palace a few years ago. asked for her.

When the tea was ready, Bi Luo held it with both hands, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help persuading in a soft voice: "My lord, you always stay up late like this, no matter how tough you are, you can't hold it."

Mu Zishi smiled slightly: "Thanks to the favor of the emperor, I am a counselor, but the imperial court is full of many things, and it affects the whole body. I am not a genius, so naturally I have to make up for my weakness with hard work. It will take more time." .”

He is a dignified Prince Shaofu, and now he has been transferred from the servant of the household department to the servant of the official department. He is in charge of supervision and review, admonishing and refuting corrections, and is fully recommended by Yin Zhixia and others. Dealing with it can be described as the appearance of a young important minister in the future.

And Bi Luo is just a humble maid, she casually persuaded Mu Zishi to explain a few words, but the speaker was natural, and the listener was no different, the reason was well known to each other, and Bi Luo was Huang Que'er. the characters in it.

Mu Zishi sniffed the fragrance of tea. His fingers were slender and slender, the same color as the sweet white porcelain cup. With such hands, holding the teacup looked weak. Bi Luo couldn't help but feel a little timid in his eyes. , In just a short period of time, the court officials fell in his hands innumerably, he was more agile than the sickle cutting wheat, he raised his hand like a thunder, and was invincible, and his heart was more like iron and stone. .

With such means, he acted without any scruples. Although he was favored and let go by the emperor, looking at the entire court, there were almost no party members who could rely on each other for support. Even the Seventh Prince, who was originally close to him, gradually lost The distance has faded away, and he is obviously a rising new rich and capable minister, but he has become a real loner.

Bi Luo stood quietly by the side, watching Mu Zishi's thinner figure, and hearing his low coughing from time to time, there was a bit of genuine worry and concern in his almond eyes.

Mu Zishi is very clever, once he knew his identity as Huang Queeryan, he never concealed his actions in daily life, so he was used to his ruthlessness and deepness, and knew that this person's heart had nothing to do with that romantic appearance, but Every time he looked at himself, the tenderness and sadness in his eyes were not false or deliberate.

Occasionally, the Seventh Prince mentioned that when he was young in the palace, the maid who took care of him like a mother and sister was called Bi Luo.

It was also heard that he never forgot to send something to an ordinary family surnamed Wang in Niujiao Town, Jiangnan during festivals, rice noodles, cloth, gold and silver utensils.

Zheng Shensi was not right, but Mu Zishi laughed and said: "What's the matter? Bi Luo, you have been in a daze."

Bi Luo was startled: "Ah? It's nothing, the servant is just worried that the adults sleep too little, which is not good for the body."

Mu Zishi glanced out of the dark window, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I don't like the night very much. If you let me sleep, I may not be able to fall asleep... Many years ago, when I saw the darkness, I felt anxious and scared. , because I don’t know where to stay, and then I was taken captive... I’m even more afraid of the night.”

Bi Luo felt sour in his heart: "My lord..."

Mu Zishi thought to himself: "In my life, the best days were in Yongliang... Unfortunately, it has passed."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by a clatter of thunder, and the torrential rain roared and poured down.

Bi Luo hurriedly grabbed the window, rubbed her eyes and complained: "This rain is really scary!"

Suddenly staring at him, he shouted, "Who? Who's there!"

Another flash of lightning flashed, reflecting half of the sky bright and white, and the tall figure standing outside the house suddenly had nowhere to hide, with a nonchalant smile on his handsome face: "The old man Shu Polu came here on purpose to ask Mu Farewell, my lord."

Shu Polu, a doctor of the Ministry of War, also served as a ranger general in the Jingyuan Guard, a hero of Wu Ding's restoration, but I don't know any old friendship between him and Mu Zishi, let alone sneaking in quietly in the middle of the night, it is really strange abnormal.

Bi Luo was hesitating, only to hear Mu Zishi in the room cough violently for a while, and said: "Come in!"

Shu Polu strode into the room, the heavy rain was frightening, he was only outside for a short moment, his body was already soaked, and his feet left a puddle of water stains on the clean floor of the study.

He acted like no one was there, went straight to the desk, picked up a chair and sat down, staring at Mu Zishi intently.

Mu Zishi raised his head and looked at him quietly, his eyes were magnificent and deep, but the meaning was unclear.