Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

May you pick more, and love this thing more.

The last gift Xie Zhao gave Fu Ling before leaving was indeed red beans.

Although the things were sent out, and this moment was expected, but when Fu Ling came on horseback and stood in front of him covered in wind and rain, Xie Zhao still clenched his sleeves unconsciously, and his heartbeat gradually became louder than the rain. There is no way to hide the sound.

It will be heard by His Highness, and he will laugh at it.

Xie Zhao took a deep breath, trying to make his heartbeat return to normal.

But it didn't work, and he even got red behind his ears.

The wind brought raindrops into the pavilion and blew them onto Xie Zhao's face, barely cooling the temperature of his cheeks.

Xie Zhao licked his dry lips and asked Fu Ling, "Your Highness really understands my thoughts?"

Only when he exited did he realize that his voice was a little hoarse.

It's full of flaws...

Xie Zhao was a little frustrated: Why is it so difficult to maintain his usual appearance in front of this person at this time?

"What kind of thought?"

Although drenched and embarrassed, Fu Ling still looked leisurely and leisurely.There was a smile in his eyes, and he took a step closer to Xie Zhao: "If it is the thoughts represented by that poem, then I should understand."

understood.

I really understand...

Xie Zhao was in a trance, looking at the sky and the ground at the trees and rain outside the pavilion, but he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him.But he didn't look at him, but he still felt that this person's aura followed him like a shadow.

The wind blew his blue hair across his face, Xie Zhao felt itchy on his cheeks, and even more itchy in his heart.

What is their relationship now?

——It is more than a confidant relationship.

What is the relationship beyond a confidant?

——Brothers Longyang, Fentao, Duanxiu, and Qie.It is this relationship.

After all, Xie Zhao couldn't hold back the itch on his face, and moved back secretly, so that the annoying black hair could no longer disturb his wild thoughts.He coughed lightly, and was about to say something, but when he raised his head to meet Fu Ling's smiling eyes, he immediately forgot what he said.

It took a while to remember what I wanted to say, and he hesitated and asked: "Will your Highness play the piano for me in the future?"

Fu Ling laughed in a low voice: "Foot."

"Then...then shall we celebrate the River God Festival together next year?"

"Well, let's go together."

"Candied haws and fried chestnuts?"

"I'll buy it for Mr. Xie."

"Will the lotus lanterns for next year's Qiqiao Festival still be on?"

"Let go. If there are few people, you can quietly help Mr. Xie push the lotus lantern forward."

It turns out that His Highness helped him push the lotus lantern this year...

Xie Zhao rolled his eyes and smiled, and asked Fu Ling in a drawn out voice, "Why do you still call me Master Xie?"

Fu Ling lowered his eyes to look at him, and what he saw were his eyes that were soaked by the rain vapor and became brighter and more transparent.He has always liked Xie Zhao's eyes the most, and now he feels that when Xie Zhao's eyes are full of only himself, these eyes are the most touching.

A corner of my heart is collapsing.

He smiled, changed his address graciously, and called him softly: "Xie Zhao."

It was obviously just a name, but Xie Zhao felt that he couldn't suppress the corners of his lips when he heard these two words.

He looked at Fu Ling and called briskly, "Your Highness."

Fu Ling smiled: "Yeah."

Xie Zhao looked up at him, clenched his fist and coughed softly: "I really have to go." Seeing Fu Ling smiling at him, he added: "It may take a long time to come back, a long, long time, it may be winter. "

Fu Ling followed his meaning and asked: "Does Master Xie want any parting gift?"

Xie Zhao smiled and opened his hands.

Fu Ling came to his senses and immediately understood what he meant.

He couldn't help laughing: "...I came out in a hurry, and came here in the rain, and now I'm all wet."

Xie Zhao said, "I don't care."

Fu Ling looked at him intently: "The rain is not light, and the wind is also strong. I should be very cold now."

These words are not deceitful.Fearing that he would not be able to catch up with Xie Zhao, he came out of the city on his horse, and was soaked in the wind and rain, his exposed skin was cold and damp.

Xie Zhao's eyes curled up, and he said the same words: "Your Highness, I don't care."

Such Xie Zhao, who can refuse?

Fu Ling smiled helplessly, allowing him to step forward and hug her.It was a temperature completely different from her own, an addictive warmth, just like Xie Zhao.

His clothes were dripping, and his face was pale.

Fu Ling, who had never been so embarrassed before, paused, and still wrapped his arms around Xie Zhao's thin waist.

He asked: "...do you regret it?"

Xie Zhao buried his head on his shoulder, regardless of his own wet clothes, hummed: "I don't regret it."

The carriage that had been parked for an hour finally drove towards the direction of leaving the capital again.

Xie Zhao was urged by Bingwen to change out some damp outer shirts, and instead of looking at Bingwen's playful eyes, he silently clenched the jade pendant he just got in his palm.

As soon as he thought of the name of that person still engraved on the jade pendant, he felt that his palm began to heat up, and the heat burned from his palm to his heart.

Bingwen approached Xie Zhao with a smile: "My lord, why did the Third Prince come to you in such a hurry? I saw him being drenched in the rain, it really made people feel distressed."

"Which round will make you feel bad?"

Xie Zhao glared at Bingwen, and seeing Bingwen's successful smile, he reacted and smiled angrily: "Well, you Bingwen, you dare to make fun of me now, you are really brave."

Bingwen snorted: "My lord, don't take me for a fool, I just saw you getting so close to His Highness the Third Highness."

He glanced at Xie Zhao with resentment, and sighed: "I said you look clever, why did you do stupid things when you met the third prince? You won't be able to set yourself up just because of the sound of the piano." Come on, I was fooled away by someone foolishly."

"I'm not just looking at other people's piano sounds."

Xie Zhao retorted: "Besides, how do you know that I was cheated away by someone instead of someone back?"

Bingwen curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Just the way you lie on the wall and listen to people playing the piano every day, isn't it just that you were tricked away?"

He shook his head and said with emotion: "The third prince looked so unreal, but he didn't expect to be able to use tricks and tricks. He must have deliberately come here in that state today—this is called bitter tricks."

Seeing that Xie Zhao was still clutching the jade pendant given by Fu Ling, Bingwen denied it again: "No, it's not a trick of the poor, it's a trick of the beautiful men."

"What kind of tricks are tricking beautiful men."

Xie Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tapped on Bingwen's forehead: "What have you been thinking about all day long, Bingwen?"

Miss you stupid, miss you stupid, miss you being locked up and happy.

Bingwen snorted, skipped the topic, and asked Xie Zhao: "My lord, it will take us two or three months to get back. The mountains and rivers are so far away, and the third prince can't come out of Beijing to look for you, so why don't you come back?" Aren't you afraid that something else might happen?"

He recalled the content of the book he had read: "Maybe when you come back, the third prince will already have a Ruyi girl or a handsome young man by his side—but it is also possible that you met a qin-playing master when you were outside. The prince is even more powerful. What will you do then?"

"Why don't you wish me well."

Xie Zhaogang and Fu Ling were determined, and they really couldn't listen to such words at the moment.He glared at Bingwen, and said confidently: "My Highness and I will not encounter such a problem."

Bingwen looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know it won't happen?"

Xie Zhao affirmed, "I just know."

Bingwen couldn't understand, when he wasn't paying attention, how much red bean soup did the third prince pour into the young master to make him look like this?

Xie Zhao has since become a kite.

He was outside, but the kite string was held in the palm of his hand.Sitting in the carriage, he urged the coachman to hurry up when he had nothing to do all day long: "The officials in Quzhou are waiting for us, we have to get there soon."

In fact, where the officials of Quzhou were waiting for him, it was clearly someone in the capital who was waiting for him.

Xie Zhao had a first taste of love, and before he had time to review the old and learn the new, he rushed to Quzhou non-stop.Thinking of how many months it would take to return to the capital, he sighed all day long, and sighed with Bingwen: "Lovesickness makes people sad! Lovesickness makes people sad!"

After expressing his last words eleven times, he swallowed a big mouthful of rice again with a sad face.

Bingwen thought: It seems that people's heart and stomach are not affected by each other.

The young master shouted that he was worried about lovesickness, but he didn't see any loss of appetite.

This night, a group of people spent the night in the station.

Xie Zhao couldn't sleep at night, so he just put on his coat and got up, lit a candle, sat by the window and began to write letters.The dim candlelight smudged his whole body, showing a bit of gentleness for no reason.

The white clothes couldn't cover the slender and thin wrists, Xie Zhao held the pen, and as his heart moved at will, the paper was already full of words.

He wrote what he had eaten today, and what kind of quarrel he had with Bingwen.He also said that he saw a few fireflies in the grove next to the post station in the evening, and said that he saw "stars" again, but this time he couldn't catch them and give them away.

He talked about everything in detail, and talked about every little thing with relish.

At the end of the letter, he wrote: I hope you are well and happy.Xie Zhao.

Early the next morning, Xie Zhao handed the envelope to the postman in the post station, and said: "Just send this letter to the third prince who lives in the innermost part of Xueya Street in the capital. This letter is important, and you must be careful." Don't lose it."

The post envoy listened to the word "important" in his heart, and promised to Xie Zhao: "I will deliver Mr. Xie's letter, please deliver it."

Post envoys not only sent letters from the court, but also sent letters from the common people.

"Which letter is this?" Bingwen joked, "In what capacity did you ask the postman to deliver the letter? Is it Mr. Xie, the censor?"

Xie Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "As Xie Zhao—only as Xie Zhao."

At the time of writing this letter, he was not the inspector censor, but only Xie Zhao.

Quzhou is located in the southwest area. Originally, it would take more than ten days to travel from the capital to Quzhou, but because Xie Zhao wanted to go early and return early, they arrived in Quzhou within six days.

Qiu Jing, the prefect of Quzhou, led a group of officials to stand outside the door. When he saw the carriage with the pattern of civil servants printed on it parked in front of him, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Master Xie, you are finally here!"

He was so excited that his beard was trembling, and he thought to himself: Thank God, I am looking forward to you!

The author has something to say: Long-distance love has the same way as long-distance love, Xie Zhao cannot be troubled.

以及，谢大人瞿州历险记要开始啦！感谢在2020-07-0101:06:36~2020-07-0302:03:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: Maomao doesn't want to write a paper;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4086146030 bottles; 5 bottles of Fengmo Liubu; 2 bottles of fate;