Get out, divorce!

Fresh green and tender yellow will decorate the cold spring...In the cold spring, a group of people far away...Looking up, one is a yellow robe that stretches the floor, which is cold and gorgeous; , was held in the middle of the crowd.

With such a beautiful scene, why bother with such a sour sentence? !I sighed heavily, and walked over with determination.

"Uncle," I called Zhao Chuansun in a very low voice behind him.

"Huh?" Zhao Chuansun snorted.

"Didn't you say that you will go home after the court?" I said in a very low voice.

"Hmph," he snorted, and said in a bad tone, "it's not you!"

"I..." I feel wronged, what does this have to do with me?

"Do you know how Zhu Bajie died?" Zhao Chuansun lowered his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, and seemed to suppress his laughter.

"How did you die?" I asked curiously.

Didn't the book and the drama show that the performance finally reached the Western Paradise and achieved a true result? Why did he die again?

"It's stupid," Zhao Chuansun narrowed his phoenix eyes, and said with a smile, "Look, he should die later!"

what……

I rely on!

Just at this moment——

"On the occasion of the beautiful scenery of Shanglin, and the great grace of the emperor," said Bai Gujing, a scholar named Bai Gujing, who is said to be a scholar of Longyuan Pavilion, said coquettishly, "Why don't I accompany the emperor and impromptu couplets, thinking Have fun."

"Master Bai, what a proposal!"

"The elegance lives up to the beauty..."

"Not bad."

……

Grandma...no...little uncle...

【twenty】

This is going to be a couplet, my heart skipped a beat, I can't speak, I can't speak...

"One night, the earth is spring!" That Lord Bai Gujing was already full of poetry and couldn't bear it, and he said, "Everyone, I will take the lead, take the lead..."

"Master Bai, good words," the thin man who was said to be Tanhua stepped forward with high fives, "...Sai Beiyan is on his way back..."

Uh... I silently lowered my head, and then hid behind Zhao Chuansun.

"What a return journey of geese," the second place in the list also came forward, "I also have it here...Saibei geese return journey...Ask Junmeng about things..."

"What a turning point." Bai Gujing clapped his hands again and again, "Your Majesty, I am very lucky. There are a lot of talents. The second place and Tanhua are both very talented."

"My lord Bai is too much for the prize...", "My benefactor is too much for the prize..."

After that Bai Gujing lamented the prosperity and auspiciousness of the world, he looked at me with a pair of eyes.

Uh...not good...

"Master Zhao," as expected, this Lord Bai has long been determined to kill pigs, "Second Young Master is also nominated for the gold list this time, why don't you let Second Young Master also join in a sentence, and live up to the beauty of the beautiful day..."

"Lord Bai is so elegant, ah," Zhao Chuansun smiled, with a hint of warning in his tone.

But... since ancient times, Zhichen never hit the south wall and didn't look back...

"Lord Zhao, you are a great talent," Bai Gujing said casually, "You must not disappoint this unique beauty in the world, your majesty, don't you think so?"

I was taken aback for a moment, is this unique in heaven and earth? !

Looking around here, isn't it just new and old trees bursting spring buds step by step? !

What do you want me to sing? !

What are you asking about "Ask about Jun's dream"... It's all said to be in a dream, why do you ask? !

Speaking of things in dreams, that day... I seemed to be dreaming...

I raised my eyes to look at the person who seemed to have dreamed about it, but met my eyes... The little fox squinted his phoenix eyes, and looked at me with a gloomy and cold look.

I rely on... I hurriedly looked away.

"Mr. Zhao, please..." Tanhua said, "It's a pity that the number one scholar can't be here today, otherwise this 'end to end connection' would be more interesting!

Uh... I smiled awkwardly.

The second place guy spoke up, and he was not willing to let me go cheap, "Your Majesty, 'Ask Jun about Mengli'..."

I opened my mouth...

"...The sound of lovesickness from red beans..."

Everything is quiet, so quiet that you can hear the breeze blowing by your ears...

This sentence, it's not me, I opened my mouth, but I didn't hear myself make any sound... Of course, I won't make any sound, because I was going to pretend to be hoarse.

"What's the matter?" The little fox smiled calmly, "Is my relationship not good?"

...Good...Excellent...All the people present came back to their senses one by one, and applauded one after another, even those old scholars who had read sage books for several lifetimes also applauded, but the old faces The laughter piled up a little stiffly.

"Okay... I understand," Zhao Chuansun said with a smile, "Your Majesty, are you so clear?"

"It's good to understand," the little fox raised his eyebrows, his eyes fluttered, "I'm afraid I don't understand enough."

Zhao Chuansun smiled and looked back at me, "Do you understand?"

"Ah..." I opened my mouth, feeling a bit at a loss for a while.

I understand that I understand, but I don't know if my understanding is their understanding... Looking up at Zhao Chuansun, this person also looked at me, but that view was somewhat meaningful.

"Uncle?" I lowered my voice.

"Hehe, it's better if you don't understand," Zhao Chuansun also lowered his voice, with a smile on his brows and eyes.

I was taken aback for a moment... this person... is very good-looking...

"I will send you off to the emperor respectfully..." shouted in unison, pulling people back from the Taixu Realm to Shanglin Garden.

Zhao Chuansun was still looking at me with a slight smile, a treacherous and beautiful smile.

The little fox's yellow robe, for some reason, has gone farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the scene of early spring.

...Ask about Junmeng, Hongdou lovesickness...

How can you ask about the things in the dream?If you ask, how can you answer?

Even though the red bean is lovesickness, why is the lovesickness heard again?

If there is a sound of lovesickness, where is that sound?

If lovesickness really has a sound, how can it be heard?

The carriage was bouncing slowly, making people drowsy. The thick curtains blocked the sunlight, and the interior of the carriage was dark, with only a ray of light leaking through the gap, falling on the back of the hand, like a wound scar... ...Finally on the way home.

He had never sat in Zhao Chuansun's carriage, let alone shared a carriage with him.

Zhao Chuansun seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed, as he always does... A faint shadow fell on the side of his straight nose, his face was a little pale, his lips were also very light, and he didn't look bloody... The whole person was there quietly, Like a quiet night orchid, it has its own world.

"Little uncle..." I opened my mouth and tentatively called him in a low voice, preparing to lean on the other side and pretend to be dead if he didn't respond.

"Hmm..." Although it was inaudible, it was true.

"Little uncle..." Still can't feel at ease, try again, maybe I heard it wrong just now?

"Ok?"

Sure enough...waking up...

"you are tired?"

"Well," he seemed to be planning to use this one word to deal with me to the end.

"why?"

"Well," is the word again.

...uh... well...

Just like this self-compromise, suddenly, the right hand was firmly held by that person... Startled, I turned my head to look, but he was still the same, with his eyes closed, holding my hand tightly Close it, I couldn't hold back the pain... What's wrong?

"Zhao Xiang..." A low voice escaped from those bloodless lips.

"what?"

I was horrified, what happened? !Zhao Chuansun has never called me that.

For a while, I suddenly felt that I was still used to hearing him call me "idiot, idiot" before... I really can't get on the wall with mud...

"Zhao Xiang," he called me again, with his eyes closed, as if he was in another world, and his holding my hand was the only connection between the two, "Do you still remember your father?"

My father... that Zhao Chuanxiang... has no impression!

...Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

I shook my head, and when I moved, I slightly touched the hands of the two of them, presumably he could feel it, even if he closed his eyes.

"Of course you don't remember," Zhao Chuansun seemed to be talking to himself, and his tone fell to another place, "At that time, there was no you... At that time, it was so good... a good thing It really never lasts...hehe...it never lasts...hehe..."

He smiled softly, I have never heard him laugh like this before, for some reason, it feels like something is blocking his chest, Zhao Chuansun... he is... what's wrong?

"You... don't hate me..."

With an inexplicable sentence, he held my hand even tighter, almost crushing it.

"You promised me……"

You... want me to promise you... what?

"Promise me... no matter what I do in the future... you can't hate me..."

Zhao Chuansun's hand suddenly let go...

The sudden loss of temperature...the carriage fell silent...

It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that some people can't let go of their hands easily. Once they...let go of their hands, they are...lost.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

In fact, the relationship between Zhao Chuansun and I has come to an end with this slowly bumping carriage, but I don't know it yet.

At this time, I was just in a panic.

...It turns out, that's all...

The carriage suddenly stopped abruptly, and the curtain was thrown aside abruptly. The light outside was so bright that it hurts the eyes, and what lifted the curtain turned out to be a shining sword!

In broad daylight, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is actually a strong man so bold... Slowly turning his head to look at Zhao Chuansun, only to see him slowly opened his eyes...

"Mr. Zhao," said the man outside the curtain, "here is a letter from an old friend, please submit it to Mr. Zhao."

As he said that, a letter was handed in... Zhao Chuansun raised his hand and took it.

"Farewell."

The curtain fell with the sound, and Zhao Chuansun didn't raise his eyebrows, "Hiss"