Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

The person who came to save him was the one he hadn't seen for many days.

Draw the arrows, bandage them, and feed them with water.

"Senior Brother..." Zhang Liang called him with half-opened eyes.

Ximen Yan took off his mask, revealing that handsome face, with the same indifferent expression as before, "Don't talk now."

Zhang Liang ignored it, and continued, "You came to save me...how did you get the news?"

Simon clicked his tongue in displeasure, "I told you not to talk."

Zhang Liang pretended to be troubled, of course he didn't listen to him, and asked again: "Did you meet Brother Han on the way here? How is he?"

Ximen Yan gave up his persuasion, "I haven't met."

Zhang Liang didn't ask why he didn't meet him, why he was far away in Xinzheng, but he could get news to save him—he only cared about Han Fei's safety.

"Then let's go and save him quickly, if he is convicted by the king, it will be a complete disaster!"

Ximen Yan hates him the most. He is obviously seriously injured, but he has to ignore it and worry about other people's hearts.

"Can't you think for yourself? He has his life, you have yours, take care of yourself first!"

These words made Zhang Liang silent for a while, and after a while, his eyes became soft, like the first ray of warm wind in warm spring, and he smiled slightly, "I was thinking about myself, so I went to save him... How could it be without him..."

Ximen bit his cheek angrily, "You don't think that if you are gone, I—" Realizing that he lost his composure, he stiffened his neck and changed his words again, "What about your grandfather!"

Zhang Liang raised his hand to press the wound, and staggered out, "I'm only slightly injured, it's okay. Brother Han is in a critical moment, I have to take care of it."

Ximen Yan had a stubborn temper, but Zhang Liang was even more stubborn than him, and he had never been held back by it, so he could only go to the nearest small town to buy a carriage angrily and reluctantly, and drive him back.

......................

However, they wear the stars and wear the moon, and the sun and the moon travel together, and it is too late after all.

Xinzheng is to the south, and the sun is shining brightly at this time, and there is a happy atmosphere everywhere.But this good weather came to an abrupt end at the door of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

The former mansion, with its infinite scenery, withered overnight like a fallen leaf in late autumn.The tall buildings with walls and walls are still majestic, with black eaves and blue tiles, majestic and magnificent, but they are killed by the overwhelming white silk.The vermilion pillars were tightly wrapped in sackcloth, and a few sallow Taoist amulets were pasted on them.The fluttering white silk, like the water sleeves of a girl dancing, is graceful and gentle.

So gentle that it makes people feel that they are not in the world.

Zhang Liang hurriedly jumped off the carriage and saw this scene.The white silk fluttered, crying loudly.The cry is miserable, like a ghost in the cold river.

How is this going?

Why are you crying?

who died?

In the Ninth Prince's Mansion, who died and made such a big commotion?

Is it... Han Fei?

Zhang Liang's scalp went numb, and he stopped breathing for a moment - it couldn't be him.

impossible.

He inquired as soon as he entered the city. Han Fei went straight back to the mansion when he came back. How could something happen before he entered the palace?

He staggered into the door, wearing a blue dress that was incompatible with the ghastly white that covered the sky and the sun, like an uninvited guest who broke into a secluded place.The servants knew him and came up to say hello one after another, their eyes were red and they were choked with sobs.

Zhang Liang's mind was buzzing, and then dozens of pairs of strange eyes caught him and asked:

"Your mansion is mourning today, whose funeral is it?"

"Who organized such a big funeral?"

"When did your master come back? Where is it now?"

The normally soft and harmless Mr. Ruyu is now a little crazy, with erratic steps and sharp words.

Until Ah Duan knelt down in front of him, hugged his leg, choked with sobs, and said a complete sentence for the first time:

"This funeral is for the young master... He died when he came back. The king said that regardless of his merits or deeds in attacking Fanyin City, the young master will be buried generously."

Looking at the extra coffin in the mourning hall, Zhang Liang felt his mind go blank, "No...impossible..."

The injury that had been squeezed for many days finally broke out, the heart pulse throbbed with pain, the congestion burst out of the throat, and the three-foot white silk was stained.

The thin figure that had been holding on for a long time finally fell down.

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"Zifang, if everything goes well in three days, I will wait for you at the east gate wall."

"Do what you say. At that time, let's drink victory wine together!"

"It's a word."

"A word is settled!"

The words of that day were as if they were in my ears, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a shocking and empty joy.

The suffocatingly pale Bai Ling told him that life and death were rare, and he didn't even see Han Fei for the last time.

Is this a dream?

must be a dream...

When Zhang Liang opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the Xiangfu.The scene before fainting is vivid in my mind, and I feel in a trance that it is not very real.Although the wound hurt like a fire, it couldn't compare to the pain of a knife.

After struggling to get up, the emptiness in front of his eyes gradually became clear. When he wanted to go to the Jiugongzi's mansion to see what happened, he saw the open land standing by the window.

The open ground is even older, wrapped in that large court dress, like a dead tree branch in late autumn.

Seeing someone he could rely on suddenly, Zhang Liang's eyes became moist, "Grandfather..."

With his eyelids open and drooping, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, he spoke, his voice was like a broken wooden door being pushed open suddenly, "Liang'er, we all miscalculated."

He stood with his backlit, his old body seemed to be swallowed by time.

Zhang Kaidi has always been calm, if he is lonely to this point, it proves that something really happened.

Zhang Liang's heart suddenly became colder, his throat rolled, he took two steps forward, and said stubbornly: "I don't believe this result...Brother Han thinks like a god, it is impossible to end up like this."

He sighed openly, "Who would have thought that Ji Wuye would do such a murderous thing to Young Master Ninth? I received the news and went to meet him at the gate of the city, but it was too late." His eyes stopped at the bandage on his chest, "You The injury is also thanks to him, right?"

Zhang Liang's eyes dimmed little by little, "These are not important..."

He only cared about what happened to Han Fei, Ji Wuye, and Wei Zhong.

Openly seeing what was on his mind, he said, "Ji Wuye and Qiancheng rushed back to Xinzheng yesterday, and this morning, in front of all civil and military officials, the four young masters accused Ji Wuye of massacring his subordinates. Famous soldiers, murdered the ninth son Fei. The king was furious, and Ji Wuye has been dismissed and investigated."

Zhang Liang hated him long ago, "Why didn't you order him to be killed!"

He opened his eyes and closed his eyes slowly, quite unwillingly, "There is not enough evidence." After a pause, he said, "Besides, the Ninth Young Master will be buried tomorrow. Your Majesty's intention is to wait until the funeral is over, so as not to disturb the Ninth Young Master's spirit in heaven."

Zhang Liang was shocked, "...to be buried?"

Nodding his head openly, the last time he spoke to Han Fei was to keep him and Zhang Liang at a distance, saying that they "can live and die together, but can't live together forever".

Up to now, even life and death cannot be the same.

For the first time, an old man who has been in the officialdom for decades feels guilty for his decision-making.If he hadn't recommended Zhang Liang as a military adviser, or had stopped Han Fei when he issued a military order, Han Fei probably wouldn't have died in vain.

Zhang Kai knew a little about their affairs, so he said: "The Ninth Young Master treated you like a brother and sister when he was alive, and you will be buried tomorrow, so you should go and give them away."

A sharp knife cut Zhang Liang's heart, cutting off the meat piece by piece, dripping with blood.

"He can't die..."

Zhang Liang's body trembled like a sieve, his fingernails dug deep into his palm, and blood dripped down his fingertips.He had never associated the word "buried" with Han Fei, and the two had nothing to do with each other.

That was the brother Han who he had always kept in his heart carefully, the brother Han who would talk and laugh when the sky fell, the brother Han who wanted to point out the country with him, the brother Han who regarded him as a priceless treasure, how could he say no? Nope?

Fake, all fake.

Someone is lying to him!

Hastily put on some clothes, ran out without any explanation, opened his mouth to call him but didn't hear.

The butler felt distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly chased him out with a thick cloak.

It was freezing cold at that time, and it was clear that it hadn't snowed yet, but a string of drop-shaped icicles formed on the eaves.The Ninth Prince's Mansion is still the same as before, with long white silk.

Facing the plaque, Zhang Liang tilted his head and muttered to himself, with a mocking arc on his mouth.

"Brother Han, what the hell are you doing? Have you forgotten that you can fool others, but not the ovary."

Ximen Yan knew that he was coming, and kept guarding the door, just to stop him.

"Let me in." Zhang Liangping looked forward, his whole body tensed.

Ximen hated wearing the black iron mask, "Go back."

"I just took a look."

Ximen Yan's arm lay in front of him, "I'll say it again, go back."

"Since Cangshan, when have I heard your words?" Zhang Liang's cold eyes turned and fixed on his face, "Brother, you also have a family. If one day the person you love leaves, you will Would you rather not take a look?"

Simon paused for a moment, then said, "I won't let him die before me."

Zhang Liang smiled coldly and laughed out loud, "That's your business!"

The harsh words seemed to hurt Ximen Yan, so he didn't open his mouth to refute, nor did he stop him.

Zhang Liang bypassed the burly man in front of him and stepped straight over the threshold.Looking at the white silk flying all over the sky, he raised his chin stubbornly, his eyes dimmed, and he made a firm conclusion:

"fake......"

The mourning hall was noisy, accompanied by the sobbing of a bunch of servants, the Taoist chanting words, and wielding a wooden sword very methodically.

Zhang Liang walked over slowly, just like a proud white swan wearing that water-blue cloak.He stepped forward to stop the Taoist priest, "Stop reading, this man is not dead at all, it's a fake."

The Taoist was stunned, looked left and right, saw that no one was coming up to stop him, knew that this was a big man, so he bowed his head silently, and retreated wisely.

Ah Duan saw that something was wrong with Zhang Liang, at the funeral, everyone was crying, but he was the only one smiling, very cheerful.So timidly went over to salute, before his knees touched the ground, he was lifted up by himself.

Zhang Liang smiled like usual, like a spring breeze, he took off the milky yellow linen cloth on Ah Duan's head, untied the loose linen clothes, and said softly: "Your son is alive, don't wear linen and mourning."

He walked to the courtyard, waved his hand, and asked all the servants in the mansion to remove the sackcloth, and said "fake" in a daze.

All the servants in the yard knelt down in unison, not daring to raise their heads, nor did they dare to cry.Zhang Liangcai turned his neck paranoidly, letting the Taoist priest open the coffin.

"If you don't believe me, I will open the coffin for you to see. Your master is not dead at all, and there is no one in this coffin."

The custom in Korea at that time was to seal the coffin on the day of burial, but generally speaking, Taoist priests would perform religious rituals for seven days. People feared that the corpse would be rotten, so they pressed a thin wooden board on the mouth of the coffin without sealing the lid.

The Taoist came up trembling, "Return to this young master, this is unreasonable. If you open the coffin before the ceremony is finished, there will be little ghosts coming to disturb you, causing the dead souls to have no peace."

Zhang Liang raised his chin, cold and weak, "If you don't dare to open it, it proves that there is no one in this coffin. You Taoist priests are coaxing me to play."

When Han Cheng rushed over, he saw this scene. The usually polite and courteous man was arguing unreasonably for a stalemate with the Taoist priest.

So he hurried up to meet him, "Zifang, why are you here?"

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Liang smiled politely, as usual, "Fourth son, you came just in time. You are brother Han's elder brother, and what you say is the most effective. Let the Taoist priest open the coffin and let me have a look?"

Knowing the friendship between the two of them, Han Cheng didn't say much, so he nodded to the Taoist priest.

The moment the board was lifted, everyone knew why "Wei Qi" didn't let Zhang Liang in just now.

Because that would make the person who had managed to hold it up instantly shattered.

The author has something to say:

Zhang Liang repeated "false" over and over again, but in his eyes, what is false and what is true?