Drunk Yangzhou

Wen Zheng rested in Yuzhang for more than half a month, and when his face looked a little better, he drove north in a carriage. He was excited and eager, and the familiar Jiangnan scenery outside the window came into view. Wen Zheng's eyes were wet unconsciously when he saw someone who was thinking day and night.

In fact, apart from being injured in Ryukyu, he also almost died a few times in the hills of Fujian, but he felt it was worth it...

The cold winter is over, Xuanwu Lake is connected to the embankment, and the wind turns the deep lake water into bright spring waves. Wen Zheng got tired of sitting in the car, so he came out and stood by the lake for a while, and happened to see two Women were selling steamed buns by the lake, bought two and wrapped them in lotus leaves.

"You say it's watery, but my man can still make a living! I think it's better than farming in the loess!"

"Who said no, you can't starve to death in your hometown? A few years ago, there was no salt to eat, but now there is no wheat. I think this Prince Xiao is much more enlightened than the emperor. If one day he becomes the emperor, we will continue to eat go back!"

When Wen Zheng heard them chatting, his heart sank. Hearing that the accent sounded like a northerner, he hurried forward to ask about the flood.

It turned out that these two women were refugees rescued by Xiaoge from the flood years ago. Xiaoge is now building boats and rafts in Pukou and other places, so some migrant workers were sent here. Their husbands could not go home, so they joined Xiaoge's family. The labor team is paid monthly. These women come with their husbands and do some small business in Jiangning City, which can solve the two livelihoods of the husband and wife.

Wen Zheng asked about the situation of the flood in detail at that time, only to feel that his blood turned into cold water, and the wound on his leg began to hurt deeply. He didn't know how many things Xiao Ge was hiding from him, he had already felt that , there has been an invisible gap between Xiao Ge and himself. During the time when he left Yangzhou, many things have changed...

Wen Zheng sat in the carriage again in a daze, and let the coachman take him to the East Garden, but he didn't want to get out of the carriage, he suddenly didn't know how to face Xiao Ge.

"Mr. Wen is back?"

He suddenly heard a clear and elegant voice mixed with joy and excitement outside the car curtain. Wen Zheng sighed, opened the car curtain with his crutches as before, and looked up at the person he assisted wholeheartedly.

Xiao Ge wore an azure robe with lotus pattern, and there was little decoration on his body, only a black belt was tied around his waist, and the material of his hair crown was also somewhat dull sapphire. It still looks like Zhilan Yushu, but it is hard to hide the exhaustion from the heart, which is obviously different from before.Seeing his lord like this, Wen Zheng couldn't help being a little dazed.

He hadn't recovered enough to get out of the carriage, but Xiao Ge came over to help him wiping his tears, "Feng Chi, why did you lose so much weight... What's wrong with your legs..."

"Flesh wounds. My lord, don't worry." Seeing Xiao Ge's heartfelt worry and distress, Wen Zheng felt warm in his heart, and then he was a little surprised. The two of them were so close. The fragrance is gone.

"My lord...why don't you burn incense?" With his support, Wen Zheng was afraid that he would mention the origin of the wound, so he asked something irrelevant.

Xiao Ge smiled, "There are so many things to do now, I don't have this kind of thought anymore, and I won't smoke in the future."

The two of them walked into the main hall, and the maid had already prepared the dishes, including Taihu Lake Four Treasures, Changxing Fried Shredded Eel, Old Duck Pot, Escargot with Meat... all tastes from Wen Zheng's hometown of Huzhou.

Xiao Ge said with a smile, "Fengchi, this time we marched into Zhejiang Province, we specially went to your Huzhou for a visit. It's really a good place. I also invited a local chef to our house. You can often eat the taste of your hometown in the future."

Hearing this, Wen Zheng frowned and asked, "My lord, I have always wanted to ask, how to solve the matter of the Emirates Cloud Club?"

Xiao Ge's face froze, he thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to speak, he didn't want to mention anything related to Fu Yiting now, "Fengchi, let's eat first, I will explain to you slowly later."

Wen Zheng smiled helplessly, and started to move his chopsticks. Halfway through eating, Xiao Ge looked at his emaciated appearance, but couldn't help asking about Fujian.Wen Zheng picked it up and said it easily, but Xiao Ge couldn't help crying frequently, and then pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, unable to eat any more.

Although Wen Zheng didn't elaborate, Xiao Ge could think of how hard he had been these past few months, he felt grateful and guilty at the same time, he really didn't know how to reward Wen Zheng.

"Feng Chi, I will fight with Song An and the others in the future. You just need to stay behind and give some pointers. The serious thing is to take care of your body first. Tell me to look at your wound later, and then call Song Wuji Take some good gold wound medicine and apply it on."

Seeing Xiao Ge being so considerate, Wen Zheng couldn't help but smile in relief, "Master, I'm a military adviser, how can I let you command for me... Don't worry, this injury will definitely heal within a month or so."

"Okay." Xiao Ge replied suspiciously, and after finishing the meal, he called Song Wuji to show Wen Zheng's injury.

The thick white gauze was peeled off layer by layer, revealing Wen Zheng's dark red wound, and even the surrounding skin was a little red and swollen, Xiao Ge felt heartbroken, lowered his eyes and sighed, Song Wuji saw that the wound was infected, and then It is proposed to shave with a knife to remove the dirty pus.

"Feng Chi bear with it, just get through this." Xiao Ge walked to his side and put his hand on his shoulder.

"My lord..." Wen Zheng took off his hand and held it tightly. At first Xiao Ge didn't feel anything, but after Wen Zheng changed his posture and held his fingers together, Xiao Ge felt something strange in his heart. Wanting to break free, but seeing Wen Zheng enduring the pain, clenching his teeth and refusing to make a sound, he didn't think about it. After Song Wuji cleaned up the wound, he went forward and applied medicine to Wen Zheng himself.

Wen Zheng felt that he enjoyed being by Xiao Ge's side very much, and he kept comforting himself. Although Xiao Ge had something to hide from him, maybe it was for his own sake, and he was afraid that he would worry... The lord should be a bit of himself when he grows up. As long as he still treats himself as the closest person, it will be fine.

"I forgot to tell you just now that I built a ship in Jiangning in order to go south from the Yellow Sea. One is to join the Fujian navy, bypass the Qiongzhou Strait and take two Guangdong; the other is to transport some light skins to the inland soldiers. In the past, the climate conditions in the south were not as good as here, and it would be too heavy to wear regular silver armor." Xiao Ge gently applied the ointment on the wound with a concentrated expression.

Wen Zheng asked him to apply the cold ointment, "My lord is thoughtful, there are too many bandits in the southern mountains, and too many obstacles from the land... But my lord, will our money be in short supply?"

Xiao Ge smiled, "It's enough. I've sold everything in Yangzhou. It's useless if I want those rare treasures. It's better to reward a few more soldiers."

"Ah!" Wen Zheng was stunned, and then he didn't say anything more. He couldn't help feeling that Xiao Ge had become more decisive than before, and he really had the courage and determination to turn around!

They discussed their future plans for a while, and before they knew it was time to light the lamp, Wen Zheng said with a smile, "The phoenix-headed harp, the lord will also change hands, right?"

Xiao Ge's smile suddenly turned a little rough, "This piano is not useless, it can be played occasionally, but this time I was in a hurry and didn't bring it."

"My lord may not have painted for a long time... I still want to see it..." Wen Zheng dared to ask because of his own injury.

Xiao Ge really agreed, "This time I want to use ancient books to study the rules and regulations of warships. I really brought the little book in Songquanzhai. The paint and paper are all there. If you like it, I can draw it for you."

The study room in Dongyuan was relatively small, and Xiao Ge didn't bring too many people here, so he went to burn tea on the stove at the door and poured it for Wen Zheng. He didn't sit down, so he went to get the inkstone on the table, "Fengchi , I’ll fetch water and grind ink, you sit down and have some tea first.”

Wen Zheng really felt that after returning this time, he was treated like a fairy. He held back the corners of his mouth, and after Xiao Ge went out, he stood up with a cane and walked to the book stand, intending to use the painting tool for Xiao Ge. Take out the Goryeo paper.

He took out a few sheets from the brand-new stack of papers, and was about to close the bookcase, but found ink stains on the next sheet of paper.

Wen Zheng was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled out the whole stack of papers, opened them, and found that there were several works that had already been drawn hidden in these seemingly brand-new papers. The first one was a tiger. The tiger portrait hanging next to Songquanzhai in Changchunling, Yangzhou is very similar, but it is not Xiao Ge's professional and exquisite brushwork at all, but it is copied in an extremely clumsy and rough way, and it is all used in thick black ink, which looks ridiculous; the second one It is the pines and clear springs that can be seen from the window of Songquanzhai. It is a beautiful scene that fits well, but the painting is crooked and has no charm, which is very unsightly.

Wen Zheng wanted to laugh, as if someone's kid came here to do graffiti, but when he turned to the third picture, Wen Zheng couldn't laugh at all.

The third picture is of a man. Although the body proportions are very disordered, his smoky eyebrows and handsome eyes are somewhat similar to Xiao Ge's. Wen Zheng's heart suddenly tightened. He glanced to the lower left, "Lishan painter Fu Yiting "Painted" was written there arrogantly in big characters full of pen and ink, and beside it was a red seal of King Qin's seal.

Has Fu Yiting been here already? !

Not only have you been here, but...you are still playing with the lord in Songquanzhai? !

Not only did the lord not kill him, but he even disappeared? !

A wave of anger rushed straight to Tianling Gai'er from the dantian, and Wen Zheng felt that he was almost overwhelmed. Thinking about the suffering he had suffered in Fujian, the military commander who had not shed a tear in these years could no longer hold back at this moment, holding his sleeves The face sobbed.

Xiao Ge walked into the study with the inkstone in his hands, saw Wen Zheng's appearance, and hurriedly put the inkstone on the flower stand beside him, "Fengchi? You..."

"Fu Yiting has come?" Wen Zheng said angrily with red eyes.

Xiao Ge was surprised at first, and then retorted subconsciously, "No."

"Then please tell me, my lord, what is this?" Wen Zheng grabbed those paintings and threw them to the ground.

Xiao Ge picked up those clumsy paintings in astonishment, his mind was in a mess, he was too busy after the flood, he had no time to paint again, and he didn't know that Fu Yiting hid these things in the bookend.

"The lord has been lying to me!" Wen Zheng's hand holding the crutches kept trembling, "The Yellow River diversion, the flood in Huaiyang, the chief cloud meeting... I don't need to know about these, but why did the lord come here without telling Fu Yiting?" what?! What is the lord's unspeakable secret?"

Xiao Ge was rendered speechless by his forced questioning, and when he thought about what happened on Qingliang Peak, his heart sank into an ice cave, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak any more.

"I'm assisting the wrong person." Wen Zheng was also heartbroken now, and he walked out of the study resolutely on crutches.

Xiao Ge stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to remember to send his servants to follow and protect Wen Zheng.

Wen Zheng returned to his carriage, only urging the driver to leave quickly, not knowing where he should go, when he recalled Fu Yiting's paintings, he felt flirtatious!He has seen it since Lishan, that Fu Yiting is extremely frivolous and Meng Lang is really not a good breed!Why is the lord still reluctant to kill him?Just let him mess around like this?Don't you even think about your own career?Thinking of this, Wen Zheng really hates iron but not steel.

"Sir, where are we going? It's getting late today, why don't you find an inn to rest?" the coachman asked cautiously.

Through the moonlight, Wen Zheng saw that the Jiming Temple not far away went straight into the flowing clouds, and the Zen was magnificent, so he sighed and said, "Let's find a place to rest under the Jiming Temple."

Layered trees surround the foot of the mountain, and the goose-yellow temple wall is like a canvas, painted with sparse and slender bamboo shadows. Wen Zheng and the coachman live in the mountains. The place is extremely quiet. It's a good place to play chess, but it's still a bit chilly right now, and the chilly night wind blows, adding to the bleakness.

Wen Zheng sat in front of the window looking at a lonely moon holding a candle and thinking hard. He hoped that Xiao Ge would come over, but he was a little afraid of him coming. He thought about his future arrangements, and he was at a loss. He had already made up his mind to follow him for the rest of his life. Xiao Ge, but now...

Thinking of this, Wen Zheng suddenly softened his heart again, because he was angry because of this matter, is he too narrow-minded?Furthermore, Xiao Ge is his master after all, and from the perspective of the master-slave relationship, he shouldn't... What's more, when he first came to the Xiao mansion in his teens, his father had repeatedly entrusted the Xiao family to be kind to the Wen family, Serve wholeheartedly for the lord and help the Xiao family achieve a great cause!

Wen Zheng was in a hurry before, but now he is even more entangled. He feels a little parched. He also temporarily forgot that his leg was injured, so he stood up directly and wanted to pour himself a bowl of tea. Who knew that the wound on his leg It hurt again, he let out an "Ah yo" and fell to the ground.

At this time the door was also pushed open suddenly, Xiao Ge walked in with two jars of wine, saw Wen Zheng fell on the ground, he hurried over to help him, Wen Zheng pushed him away persistently, turned around and touched the crutch, Sit up hard and go back to bed.

"Sir..." Xiao Ge called softly, his innocent face was almost bloodless, only the eye sockets were flushed, and it looked like he had been dazzled with a thin layer of powder and painted a peach blossom eye makeup, It was so soul-stirring that Wen Zheng couldn't help but glance at him, then quickly looked away.

Xiao Ge put two altars of strong wine on the table, turned up a teacup on the table, and drank it by himself, "Today I will use this wine to make amends to sir."

"No need." Wen Zheng said coldly, "It's late at night, my lord, please go back."

Xiao Ge gave a wry smile, shook his head and said, "I didn't come to invite you out of the mountains. You have already paid too much for my Xiao family, and I can no longer bear to let you suffer. These years... I am indeed sorry for you." Wen Zheng was reluctant to give up, but Xiao Ge believed that he had lost his principles in letting Fu Yiting go. He felt ashamed in his heart, and he had no face and self-esteem, so he went to persuade Wen Zheng to come back.

Wen Zheng originally thought that he would be soft-spoken, persuasion, or explain the reason to himself. In fact, he was waiting for Xiao Ge to be considerate and comfort him, but Xiao Ge said such words of "obedience" to his own wishes, and he couldn't help but feel even more angry , the temples jumped up.

Seeing that he didn't respond to his intentions, Xiao Ge had no choice but to pour wine into his mouth cup by cup. In a blink of an eye, the jar of wine was empty. He didn't have the habit of drinking before, but during this time, he often wanted to get drunk. Fang Xiu, just to lead the army and deal with matters big and small, he has been refraining from drinking, but Wen Zheng also bid farewell to him tonight, he really can't bear it.

"Sir, you are not greedy for money, not famous...I don't know what I can give you..." Xiao Ge smiled sadly, "Fengchi, if you still have a little affection for the Xiao family, please make a request...let me do it." This makes up for it. Whether it’s a garden, or a green mountain or a water park…the friendship between the two lives needs to have a beginning and an end.”

compensate me?What compensation?Wen Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Ge. He thought he was in the world, but he couldn't figure it out. How could there be such a wonderful person in this world?It's like white cranes in the clouds, green lotuses in the water, rain in spring, snow in Zhouling... Wen Zheng felt a terrible impulse and desire that had been buried for a long time coming out of his lower abdomen violently. He really wanted to ask directly, if I want You, will you give it? !I just want you!

After all, everyone has their own thoughts.The mirror moon in my heart can only speak a word or two to others. With a fresh heart of flesh, I can swallow the cold and sharp love blade, and I have to bear it alone...Wen Zheng is like this, so is Xiao Ge. Of course.

Xiao Ge was already drunk at this time. He saw Wen Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red, but he had no time to think too much. He felt the liquor burning violently in his throat and abdomen, but suddenly remembered the absurd scene in Changchun Ridge. one night.

When Fu Yiting kissed him forcefully, he also thought that the wine was poisonous at the time, so he struggled desperately, but afterwards he couldn't help recalling various details... The man's eyelashes were as long as fans, and the way he closed his eyes looked like Like a real kiss, focus on...

But he put so much force on his lips, in order to let himself drink the wine, he pushed his tongue in domineeringly, grabbing the last bit of air...

Xiao Ge leaned over the table, tears flowed silently, and when he raised his head again, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he couldn't distinguish anything...Wen Zheng saw that he was in a daze, and first helped him to fall on the collapsed floor , was about to withdraw and leave, but felt the strong desire just now swept up again...

It was already late at night, and there were no birdsong outside the house, but inside the house, Wen Zheng could only hear his own violent heartbeat. He lowered his head and stared at the lord who had fallen asleep, and finally threw away his reason, and forced himself to come up with the help of alcohol, and relieved himself. The man buttoned his chest and kissed the slender and fair neck indiscriminately...

Outside the Huomeng Tower, Taicheng is long and quiet, and Xuanwu Lake is as silent as a mirror, burying countless mottled past events in Qinhuai.

The author says:

Explain again that Xiao Xiao is already drunk, not acquiescing to Wen Zheng because of guilt!If you still have questions about this plot, please read the author's answer in the comments!