Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

As time goes by, there will be more accidents.

Xie Zhao was dragged by Liao Qingfeng to the shop they frequented to buy candied haws.After parting with Liao Qingfeng, Xie Zhao ate a mouthful of candied haws, repeated these words, and returned to his house.

It was still afternoon at this time, and Bingwen was dozing off on the recliner under the shade of a tree.When he turned over and woke up in a daze, he saw Xie Zhao sitting on the stone bench next to him, frowning and eating candied haws with a sad face.

He rubbed his eyes, his hair was sleepy, and asked Xie Zhao inexplicably, "My lord, what's wrong with you, why do you look preoccupied even when you eat candied haws? Is the candied haws not delicious?"

"It's fine with candied haws."

Xie Zhao sighed, finished eating the candied haws in twos and twos, held his face in his hands and stared blankly for a while, then asked Bingwen in a daze, "Bingwen, do you have someone you like?"

Bingwen, who was still dazedly sitting on the recliner, suddenly became sober with fright.

"What do you mean, young master?" Bingwen blushed, stumbled and said, "Bingwen stays with young master all day long, and he hasn't come into contact with anyone else. There is no one he likes."

He pinched the hem of his clothes, seeing that Xie Zhao seemed to be in a daze, and didn't reply to himself, so he could only ask Xie Zhao coyly: "...Could it be that the young master heard that someone likes Bingwen?"

Seeing that Bingwen seemed shy but actually looked forward to it, Xie Zhao knew he had misunderstood, so he could only smile dryly, and replied embarrassedly: "I just asked casually..."

It turns out that no one likes me, so please tell me, my son.

Bingwen curled his lips, got up from the reclining chair, and sat on the stone bench opposite Xie Zhao: "Young Master, why do you ask this?"

"It's a problem encountered by a colleague of mine. I can't figure it out, so I want to ask Bingwen."

This unnecessary colleague was pulled out by Xie Zhao as a banner again. After Liao Qingfeng's incident, Xie Zhao is now able to use this colleague to lie without changing his face: "My colleague's problem is: if you have a very talented The object of affection, but I don't know if the other party likes you, and in the face of the situation of separating the two places, should I express my affection at this time?"

He asked, "If it was Bingwen, what would he do in this situation?"

"If it were me, I should choose to express my feelings."

Under Xie Zhao's surprised gaze, Bingwen scratched his head and smiled: "I will put on the most beautiful clothes and bring my own cakes to ask this person. If he agrees, everyone will be happy. If he disagrees, it's okay Nothing."

He said nonchalantly: "Anyway, I'm not very old. If this person doesn't like me, it doesn't mean that there won't be other people who I like and like me in the future."

"Good Bingwen, I usually look at it stupidly, but actually think clearly."

In fact, Xie Zhao already had the answer in his heart, and after hearing what Bingwen said, he became even more certain in his heart.He got up and patted Bingwen's head, he let go of the worries on his face, and said with a refreshed look: "This open-minded temperament can be seen from being cultivated by my side for many years."

"Praise me if you praise me, and you should also praise yourself by the way."

Bingwen muttered unconvinced, seeing that Xie Zhao didn't seem to be back for a long time, and now he got up and walked towards the gate of the yard again, he couldn't help being taken aback: "My lord, where are you going?"

Xie Zhao didn't look back, and Bingwen could only see him waving his hands behind his back, and then a clear and pleasant laughter came: "Where are you going? Be an open-minded person!"

After speaking, he strode out of the yard.

When Xie Zhao's figure disappeared from sight, Bingwen still didn't quite understand what he meant: "Be an open-minded person?"

He frowned, dissatisfied: "Young Master, why do you often speak in secrets?"

Where did Xie Zhao go?

He went shopping for Fu Ling.

What he bought was not candied haws and chestnuts, nor books and piano scores, but things that could better express his true heart.Such as beautiful jade, such as finger rings, such as jade hairpins, and such as sachets.

The things that the ancient literati and Moshi expressed their minds are roughly nothing more than this.

Xie Zhao was not a person who could hide his thoughts.

Seeing that the separation is imminent, I don't know how long this tour will last.If you don't make it clear, maybe when you return to the capital in a few months, there will be other people standing beside His Highness.

Xie Zhao thought: Rather than doing this, it's better to take a gamble now.

What are you betting on?Bet he wasn't wishful thinking.

If the bet is successful, it is natural that the beloved will be happy together; if the bet is lost, at least it can be regarded as having a clear conscience and no regrets.

Xie Zhao made up his mind, and started sending things to Fu Ling every day in the days before leaving Beijing.Originally thought that after these things were sent out, a smart person like His Highness should understand his own intentions no matter what, but Xie Zhao waited at home scratching his lungs for a few days, but he did not wait for a reply from Fu Ling.

Every night when he went to Fu Ling's courtyard to listen to him playing the piano, Xie Zhao would ask, "Does your Highness like what I gave you?"

To Xie Zhao's disappointment, Fu Ling's expression was very calm every time, and when he heard Xie Zhao's probing words, he just responded in a neutral way: "I really like the things Mr. Xie gave you."

This attitude is too perfunctory!

Xie Zhao saw his calm and calm appearance, and was shocked and helpless to discover a fact: His highness did not receive his highness at all through the small things he conveyed.

He sighed, and thought sadly: Could it be that His Highness has not yet enlightened on matters of affection?What a log.

If Fu Ling could hear Xie Zhao's thoughts at this moment, he might have sneered and asked him, "Who is the wood?"

A long time ago, when Fu Ling himself didn't realize it, he had already been attracted to Xie Zhao.

In Lanyin Temple, he risked his life to save Xie Zhao, was willing to accompany Xie Zhao to Chengyuan, and even played the piano for Xie Zhao in the pavilion without landing all night. Is it true that it is because of the confidant in Xie Zhao's mouth? Feelings?

Oh, confidant, who wants to be a confidant with him.

It's not that Fu Ling didn't think about it when he received these things.For a moment, he even felt that he had waited until the day Xie Zhao understood.

But looking at the book seals and other things that Xie Zhao had given away before, he felt that all this was just his own sentimentality.

It was not the first time Xie Zhao gave him a gift, why did he think that Xie Zhao would suddenly become enlightened?

Fu Ling miscalculated.

What he didn't expect was that Xie Zhao really got the hang of it this time.

Xie Zhao was depressed for a moment, but he hadn't given up on his plan yet.It is a bit difficult to say it directly, but it is still possible to be subtle.

So that night, after Fu Ling's song ended, Xie Zhao said, "Shall I play a song for His Highness?"

Fu Ling paused, looked up to see Xie Zhao's excited appearance, and couldn't say no to it.

Although Xie Zhao said that he didn't play the piano very well, Fu Ling thought: With a grandfather who is good at playing the piano like Xie Hui, Xie Zhao's bad words should be just normal, right?

After Xie Zhao played the first note, Fu Ling realized that Xie Zhao was really not being modest.

His piano skills... Well, it's not very outstanding.

Xie Zhao hadn't played the piano for a long time, and tonight, on the spur of the moment, he had already forgotten how hard it is for him to reach the elegant hall.But the reason why he plays the piano is not to show off his level, so he doesn't care.

After he finished playing a piece, he looked at Fu Ling with bright eyes: "Did your Highness hear what piece I was playing?"

This is really a big problem.

Fu Ling pondered for a long time, trying to recall the scattered tunes just now: "...is it Guangling San?"

Xie Zhao's smile suddenly became a little forced: "...No."

"The fishing boat sings late?"

"...Neither."

"Is that Yangchun Baixue?"

"...You continue to guess."

Fu Ling affirmed: "If none of these are true, then it must be Yangguan Sandie."

"..."

Xie Zhao, who played a piece of Fengqiuhuang, got up expressionlessly, feeling that his intentions had been betrayed: "Your Highness, it's late at night, I have to go back and rest."

Fu Ling was taken aback: "Isn't it Yangguan Sandie?"

Xie Zhao snorted, and said in a drawn out voice, "You guessed it right—it's indeed three folds of sunshine."

That night Xie Zhao came back disappointed, and was unhappy for the next two or three days.

Bai Ju passed away, and then came to his senses, it was the day when Xie Zhao was going to go to Quzhou.

This day is not a holiday, Pei Shaonan and Liao Qingfeng both have other things to do, so they didn't come.

However, both of them approached Xie Zhao a few days ago and gave him something to take to Quzhou.

What Liao Qingfeng sent was a small and exquisite dagger, light and sharp.Liao Qingfeng's own words were: "You look like a little girl, and you look weak and easy to bully. How can you go out without something for self-defense?"

Xie Zhao was so angry that he kicked him directly.

Of course, this kick was dodged by the nimble Jin Wuwei, and Xie Zhao missed the kick.

Pei Shaonan was even more amazing, what he gave Xie Zhao was a topographic map of Quzhou.

This thing has always been a military secret, and Xie Zhao didn't expect that Pei Shaonan would have the ability to get it, but thinking that this guy's family has been officials for generations, and he has been a minister of the Ministry of War for three generations, he was soon relieved.

The terrain of Quzhou is steep and complex, and Pei Shaonan gave Xie Zhao the terrain map, so Xie Zhao was naturally prepared.

Outside the city gate, Xie Zhao smiled and asked Fu Ling who had come to see him off: "I'm going on a long journey to Quzhou, does Your Highness have anything to give me or something to tell me?"

Something for Xie Zhao?

Fu Ling thought of the gifts from Pei Shaonan and Liao Qingfeng mentioned by Bingwen just now, he couldn't help but tightened his grip on the jade pendant with his name engraved on it, and silently turned his head: "...I didn't prepare anything, so I can only wish my lord a smooth journey .”

I didn't prepare anything.

Xie Zhao sighed in disappointment, and lowered his head to take something from his sleeve: "But I have prepared a gift for Your Highness."

People who travel instead become gift givers?

Fu Ling was stunned: "What did Mr. Xie prepare for me?"

"It's just a thought—"

Xie Zhao took out from his sleeve for a long time but found nothing, and was a little confused.He shook his sleeves, but of course nothing came out, so he turned to Bingwen who was arranging things in the carriage and asked loudly, "Bingwen, where is my purse embroidered with bamboo patterns?"

Bingwen poked his head out from the carriage, and asked suspiciously: "So you planned to take that purse out?"

He bent his eyes and smiled embarrassedly: "...I see that purse is brand new. You don't wear it many times. I thought you didn't like it, so I put it in a wooden box on the roof for you."

That purse was carefully prepared by him to express his heart!

The repeated defeats made Xie Zhao lose his confidence. He said helplessly, "...What is this Bingwen doing to make such a good claim?"

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "The things you gave me left behind at home?"

Xie Zhao lowered his head in frustration: "Yes."

"What were you planning to give me?"

"Yes—forget it, I'll tell you when I come back from Quzhou."

Xie Zhao thought dejectedly, everything was not going well with his confession, could it be that he and His Highness really have no fate?

Bingwen was already calling for Xie Zhao to get on the carriage and set off. Xie Zhao responded, turned his head to look at Fu Ling, and said suddenly, "Your Highness, I have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"

He looked over with clear eyes, and only one person's face was reflected in his amber eyes.

Fu Ling saw himself in it.

He pursed his lips: "...you say it."

Xie Zhao was very shy: "During the time I'm away, can you not play the piano for others to listen to?"

Seeing that Fu Ling didn't speak but just looked at himself, he turned his head embarrassedly: "I know that my request is a little too much, in fact, it doesn't matter who you want to play the piano to, if you don't agree, it's okay—"

Fu Ling interrupted him: "Yes."

Xie Zhao stared at him blankly, suspecting that he had heard wrong: "... huh?"

"I said yes."

Fu Ling repeated it again. He looked at Xie Zhao steadfastly, with a smile gradually filling his eyes: "I promise Mr. Xie that I will not play the piano for others to listen to during the days when Mr. Xie is away."

It was clearly autumn weather, but Xie Zhao was so hot that his ears were red.

The author has something to say: tongue twister: wood says wood is wood, who is wood and who is not wood?

And, what should be sent will still be sent, and what should be received will still be understood.

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