Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Seeing that Zhang Liang was weak, Han Fei didn't continue to ask.But he knew that this so-called "Brother Disgusted" was his enemy.

After exiting the room, he immediately turned around to ask Ruoli.Ruoli served Zhang Liang all the year round, so he naturally had deep feelings.For example, this time when Zhang Liang was suddenly seriously ill, he never shed tears for a moment, and kept kneeling in the corner begging the Bodhisattva to bless his young master.But since he hadn't seen Ximen Yan very much, he didn't know it very well, but he could also understand that in Zhang Liang's eyes, Ximen Yan was a very important person.Even after Ximen Yan left, he was in a trance for a long time before he came out of the boundless pain.

After hearing this, Han Fei felt as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors, unable to tell what it was like.After being silent for a long while, he suddenly asked: "Did your son say that he misses me all these years?"

Ruo Li honestly nodded, "Of course there are. The young master also said that the pear tree in the courtyard will make him feel that the person who left hasn't gone far, and he might come back someday."

Although this sentence was actually talking about Ximen's displeasure, Han Fei raised his mouth optimistically when he heard it, "That's enough!"

Back then, he and Zhang Liang parted under the tree, but now, seeing things and thinking about others, it is impossible not to have his share.

He got up and wanted to leave, and was about to go back to the palace to think of a countermeasure, but was stopped by Ruoli.

"Huh? What else is there?" Han Fei asked leisurely.

Ruoli bit her lower lip, a little shy, "You, are you the elder brother of His Royal Highness Honglian?"

"good."

"Then, can you let her come out to play? She hasn't come for ten days!"

Looking at his red ears, Han Fei understood the reason, his brows softened, and explained: "She has been learning a dance for the past two days, and she practiced quite frequently, so she probably doesn't have time. But I will tell her when I have time , she will slip out by herself without me picking it up."

Ruoli's eyes lit up, and he responded crisply: "Okay!"

In Zhang Liang's room, it was quiet and deserted.The smell of medicine in the air lingered for a long time, as if it had seeped into the blood.Fearing that the cold air would enter the body again and worsen Zhang Liang's condition, the windows were kept tightly closed.The smell from the hollow smoker can't cover the heavy smell of medicine, which makes people breathless.

The person on the hospital bed was asleep in a dream, as if he had dreamed of something that made him happy and sad.Frowning slightly, he murmured:

"Brother Yan, Zifang didn't listen to you... Peeping at the corner of the eaves, I'm sick."

In a cloud of white dreams, someone touched his hot forehead lightly, and then sighed deeply.Putting the cold and wide palm on his forehead, when the temperature of the hand was warmed by the forehead, he left the half stick of incense, and when he came back, it was freezing cold again.It made Zhang Liang feel particularly comfortable, as his volcanic body finally found cool spring water, rippling in the soft waves of happiness.

All the ailments were gone, and far away on the line of water and sky, there was a young man dancing his sword on the water.His figure is tall and tall, and his swordsmanship flows like clouds and flowing water. Under the slowly rising sun, the sword light and the clear water are the same color.It's too good to be true.

That young man was Ximen Yan. He was dressed in black and his hair was tied high behind his head. He looked back calmly, "Have you learned the moves taught by Master?"

Still proud and indifferent.

Zhang Liang stared obsessively, with flowers blooming on his lips, "It's too difficult, the ovary doesn't know how to do it."

Ximen Yan put his sword upright behind his back, spread out his palm to Zhang Liang, and said, "Come here, I'll teach you."

Zhang Liang ran over joyfully, his footsteps were as cheerful as drumbeats, and his shoes splashed a few drops of joyful water as they stepped on the water.

The two stood facing the same direction, holding a sword together.Zhang Liang's back was pressed against Ximen Yan's chest, and the warm temperature came through the fabric.The water flow turned into soft waves, slowly flowing between the wrists.In the distance, wind chimes were hung on the eaves of an unknown house, and the breeze blew past, leaving a crisp movement.

Zhang Liang was sleeping in a sweet dream, like a light butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, floating among the green bushes and flowers, even breathing was joyful.

There is a moment of falling into a dream, and there is a moment of waking up from the dream.The person in the dream and the scene in the illusion are all derivatives of daytime thoughts, and they cannot be real.It is a dream to wake up, but having a good dream, sometimes, is more effective than ten prescriptions of medicine.

The next day, Ruoli, who accidentally "fallen" while serving Zhang Liang, finally woke up to the sound of birdsong, rubbed his eyes in confusion, and froze for the first moment when he opened his eyelids.

"Young Master, Young Master?" He looked at Zhang Liang who was already leaning on the bed in astonishment.

Although Zhang Liang's face was still pale, he had recovered a lot of energy, and smiled slightly, "I'm hungry, bring me a bowl of porridge."

The soft hair hangs unrestrictedly behind, and a few strands hang along the forehead and in front, gently sticking to the cheeks, making Zhang Liang quiet and beautiful.

After several days of anxiety and waiting, Ruoli was already on the verge of collapse, fearing that his young master would not wake up from sleep.Tears rolled in my eyes, I held my little fist gratefully, and nodded with great respect, "Okay!"

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Zhang Liang's wind and cold gradually improved, and after about five days, he was finally able to go out of the room. He thought it was the early summer breeze that greeted him.However, when Qingfeng was gone, a bad news came - Han Fei was grounded.

The cause is still Xuanyuan Sword.

On the night when Ji Wuye left angrily, Han Fei sent Zhang Liang back home, and when he said goodbye, he once expressed his doubts.

"Zifang, do you know why Ji Wuye dispatched himself?"

At that time Zhang Liang didn't notice anything unusual, "Maybe he is too eager for Xuanyuan Sword."

Han Fei shook his head, "Even though Xuanyuan Sword is a peerless sword, it's not difficult for the two of us to deal with it. Why did he go out in person? In the end, let us go?"

That's right, even if Wei Qi's martial arts is strong, Ji Wuye is at least a rare strong general in Korea in a hundred years. If he really wants to make a move, it's not certain who will win, not to mention that he has two guards with him?Even if he was injured and found out in the morning the next day, he could just make up an excuse of "the mansion was assassinated" and fool him with a few words.

In the current situation, after aggressively chasing Han Fei for trouble and then stopping, it seemed that... he was deliberately trying to call someone.

Zhang Liang bowed his head and thought for a while, but to no avail, "Ovary doesn't know."

Han Fei's sword eyebrows furrowed a little, he looked up at the dark night, and sighed: "I can't think of a reason for a while, maybe after two days, I will know."

Unexpectedly, a few days passed, and something happened.

Ji Wuye reprimanded Han Fei for grabbing the Xuanyuan Sword in the morning, and even fought in the dead of night to take away his treasure.

He added oil and vinegar to the upside-down right and wrong, and he said it in a decent way. In addition, the fight that day happened to be seen by several people, and they were called to testify in court. They all said that after the fight, Ji Wuye returned empty-handed , but Han Fei took a pair of swords.In this way, Han Wang naturally believed even more.

"You said Xuanyuan Sword was originally in your pocket, do you have any evidence to prove it?" King Han asked Han Fei before he was convicted.

Han Fei thought of Zhang Liang who was seriously ill, and he didn't want to mix him in. He thought of Donghuangshi in the west of the city, so he turned and said, "Mr. Donghuang from the Nine Bell Tower can prove it."

But Dong Huangshi was so focused on not entering the temple, he turned a blind eye to Han Fei's request, and the people he sent to invite him couldn't even enter the door.In the end, Han Fei had no witnesses, and the situation fell to one side. Han Wang lost his patience and fined him for three months, and handed over Xuanyuan Sword.

The place where the feet are banned is the Jiugongzi Mansion, to be precise, it is the "nominal" Jiugongzi Mansion.That mansion was the residence of a former criminal official who had insulted the King of Han, humiliated Long Yan, was demoted to the Northern Territory, and became a groom.

When Han Fei came back from Sanghai suddenly, he had no place to live.The King of Han asked people to repair the almost abandoned mansion, but the project was quite large and many places had not been repaired.Although the gate is quite magnificent, most of the walls inside are missing a piece or a corner, always carrying some vicissitudes, as if swallowed by time, it is dilapidated and scarred.

"Brother Han, how are you?"

When Zhang Liang opened the door and entered, Han Fei was lazily sitting on the mat, playing a ditty with great interest in front of several bowls filled with water.

His hair was not restrained by a hairpin, and it hung down in a mess, covering some of the expressions on his eyebrows and eyes.The robe is still the one she always wears, but the color is much darker than before.The dim sunlight slanted in from the window, and the haze in the corner still seemed so heavy.

But Han Fei was probably a weirdo, and in such an environment, he was still in the mood to hum.

"Ovary? You're ready?!" He was overjoyed to see that Zhang Liang had recovered, and his disheveled hair seemed to have regained its luster. "It seems that the imperial doctor in the palace still has two brushes."

Zhang Liang was puzzled, "Doctor?"

Han Fei wiped the dust on the opposite side of the table with his sleeve, and made room for Zhang Liang to sit down, "I went to see you that day, but you refused to drink porridge. I thought it would be impossible to go on like this, so I went to my father The king asked for an imperial doctor."

Zhang Liang lowered his eyes—it turned out that his recovery was not just because of Ximen's disgust.

"Thank you Brother Han for your trouble."

Han Fei had a calm demeanor, not at all downcast about being grounded, and talked to Zhang Liang like a family chatter: "It should be. I have to do something to be worthy of your 'Brother Han', right?"

Zhang Liang glanced at the low table with a missing corner, and sat down in front of him, "Don't talk about me. You were grounded this time, what happened?"

After staying in the room for several days, Han Fei had calmed down, resting his hands on the back of his head, and told the story of what happened in the hall that day.

At the end, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "It was my carelessness, I didn't expect to fall into Ji Wuye's trap."

Zhang Liang frowned, "Ji Wuye's city mansion is extremely deep and greedy, so it's impossible to defend against it. But take a step back and think, if Brother Han didn't make a move that day and obediently offered the Xuanyuan Sword, wouldn't he be even more arrogant?"

"It's neither advancing nor retreating. It's a dilemma!" He said, pouring Zhang Liang a glass of water, "Now that there is no tea, the ovary can only make do with it."

Zhang Liang didn't mind, and drank the cold water in the cup in one gulp, "I'm worried now, if the king believes that brother Han is a thief in his heart, he will definitely restrict his power in the future. And if this matter spreads, you It is inevitable that they will be isolated by the officials, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to move forward in the future."

Han Fei let out a long sigh. When he was in Sanghai, the Sizheng of Qi State visited him three times, just asking for a tip.But he took into account the great cause of his family and country, and always politely refused.Unexpectedly, when he returned to his own country and wanted to expand his ambitions, he was struggling and hit a wall everywhere.

"Zifang, I'm probably only good at solving puzzles, and I'll never be able to use power and tactics disputes."

Seeing that he was frustrated, Zhang Liang approached him with a smile, and comforted him, "Brother Han, don't underestimate yourself. Zifang thinks that your method is right."

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Sickness is too painful QAQ

The progress of the codewords during this period couldn’t keep up, so it was changed to every two days, so it will not be updated at night on the 15th, and it will be updated at 16:21 on the 00th, and then 18,20,22, [-], [-]... Haha Mathematics too alright