Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

In that year, the era of the Ji clan officially came to an end. With Ji Wuye's demise, many wronged souls persecuted by him also had their grievances cleared.

Xu Shi was also relieved for a while, answering the word "get snow", and spread a goose feather snow lavishly, Xinzheng was covered with silver, like a fairyland.

"Brother Han, where are we going?" Zhang Liang held the hem of his clothes in one hand, and held Han Fei's palm in the other. The two walked up the mountain road one after the other.

Han Fei lit the lantern and walked ahead to open the way, kicking away all the small stones, "I'll find out later."

Zhang Liang smiled wryly, "You dragged me out in the middle of the night, and you're still playing tricks?"

Han Fei pretended to be deep, "When did my brother lie to you? You just follow, I won't let you down."

The stone steps are very long, paved for 500 years, with a long history, winding like a dragon, hovering upwards.Since the temple on the top of the mountain was demolished, the pilgrims who originally prayed for the Buddha also found other places. As a result, there were very few pedestrians passing by on this road.

Zhang Liang walked carefully and steadily, otherwise, if one slipped, both of them would roll down.

"I'm just wondering, isn't Brother Han usually afraid of the cold? It's been freezing lately, why do you want to go out at night?"

Han Fei was still holding his hand, rubbing his thumbs gently on the back of his hand, "It won't be cold with you. Besides..." Then he smirked, "Wouldn't Ovary still be in my arms last night?" , say 'very hot'?"

He bit the word "very hot" quite seriously.

Sure enough, Zhang Liang was hooked by his tone, and the events of last night flashed through his mind, and two red clouds flew across his cheeks, "How can it be the same as now!"

Han Fei stopped in his tracks and looked at him meaningfully, "Then why don't we practice for a while, and we won't be cold anymore."

Zhang Liang was poor at poetry, he just felt that the person in front of him was not serious, so he left him and walked up the mountain alone—— Really, can you think about other things in your mind!

Han Fei begged for a bargain, and his heart was as warm as ice and snow. He raised his heel, took the other thin palm, and rubbed the painful chilblains on his knuckles.

"Zifang, walk slowly, my brother can't keep up."

Zhang Liangcai ignored his coquetry, "Hmph, who cares about you."

Even though he said so, his hand was still held by him, and he didn't pull it out.

The winter night was extremely cold, but the two of them walked for a long time, and their bodies gradually warmed up.

The snowy road is twists and turns, and the sound of the soles and the snow is like a kind of gentle musical instrument.The lights are dim, and the road gradually drifts away on the winding mountain road.There is nothing better than the soft yellow light, the white and clean snow, the interlocking hands, and the beautiful scenery on a good day.

When we climbed to the top of the mountain, the sky was already white, and the night slowly faded, and the outlines of objects could be vaguely seen in the dim light of the early morning.Han Fei blew out the candle, and stood side by side with Zhang Liang to the corner of the mountain that protruded like a wolf's fang.

Zhang Liang will never forget that morning.

The mountain is very high, and when you look over the cliff, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city of Xinzheng. Thousands of families are lined up in rows, and the houses are like palm-sized squares arranged in a line, and then they form a piece, lying quietly on the flat ground.The pitch-black tiles are covered with white snow, and only the dark color on the side of the eaves can be vaguely seen. Looking down, there are only seemingly invisible lines on the edge of the house, outlining a white painting in the snow.

The morning sun rises slowly from the horizon, the sun passes through the towering phoenix tree at the end of the sky, splits into beams, seeps into the morning mist, crawls slowly on the soil, and as the red sun rises, it shines on Xinzheng City in an instant. A layer of delicate golden halo is laid on the snow-white scenery.

Zhang Liang sighed softly, and the gas overflowing his nostrils instantly turned into clouds, "I've never seen such a beautiful sight."

Han Fei stood side by side with him, looking down with emotion, "The sun rises with snow, the moon has not set, the sun has just risen, and the country and the sun and the moon coexist. Ovary, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Zhang Liang didn't react, and asked him, "A gift?"

"12 years." Han Fei nodded, counting today, he and Zhang Liang have known each other for 12 years, "Back then you and I met in the snow for the first time, you covered the snow with your hand on my head, looked at me eagerly, and asked my name .”

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Han Fei to remember that year and today. On the other hand, he couldn't even remember the beginning of that day very clearly. He only knew that he saw Han Fei kneeling, and then the two of them said something, um... ....probably insignificant polite remarks.

So he looked aside clumsily, "I almost forgot."

Han Fei had already thought of an excuse for him, "You were young at that time, less than six years old, and it's normal for you to have a fuzzy memory."

Zhang Liang chuckled inwardly—this person always thinks about the reasons before he explains, and thinks everything through carefully, just like raising a child, for fear that he might not know something, or feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Han always treats me well. If things go on like this, I'm afraid I won't even be able to take care of myself."

Han Fei hugged his shoulders, and his black cloak almost covered Zhang Liang, "So what?"

"Others will say that Zhang's zifang only knows how to rely on his grandfather and Brother Han to live in a muddle."

Han Fei's arms tightened by two points, his voice softened, and he said, "Then tell them, this is for brother's favor, and let them stay where they are cool."

If you really say that, Zhang Liang will really become famous all over the world.

"A net of bad ideas!"

There are flowers on the lips, slightly sweet.

After the mountain wind blew for a while, the early birds also occasionally sang, echoing a series of echoes in the valley.

Han Fei asked: "Zifang, do you know the name of this mountain?"

Zhang Liang thought for a while and said, "No Name Mountain."

This name was given by a person from Zheng Guo more than 200 years ago.Everyone knows that there is a towering and huge mountain outside the city, but it has never been named, and only calls "that mountain, that mountain".The man in Zheng wanted to make it easier, and in a flash of his mind, he simply set up an "unknown mountain".

Han Fei shook his head after hearing the answer, "That's a statement without a name."

Zhang Liang was startled, and asked, "Brother Han, do you know its later name?"

The corners of Han Fei's lips raised slightly, and a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, "Mu Liangshan."

"Mu Liang?" Zhang Liang didn't react at first, but after thinking for a while, his ears turned red, and he complained in a low voice, "Why does Mu Liang not Mu Liang, this name is not good."

The breeze is soft and slender as silk.The snowflakes rested on the eyelashes, reluctant to fall.

Han Fei's lips raised a gentle arc, and he slowly wrapped his arms around Zhang Liang's slender waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, rubbing his soft ears, and said softly, "What's wrong? I've been thinking about it for three days Sanye only came up with this name." After a pause, he said, "It couldn't be better..."

The voice is deep but very magnetic, and every word hits the heart directly, melting the ice and snow.

Feeling the scorching breath in his ear, Zhang Liang's heart beat wildly, his lips opened and closed, and when the words reached his lips, he retreated shyly.

Admiration, admiration.

Liang, there is nothing but the people who are close to him.

The snowflakes on the ground are loose, and the tall and tall figures cuddle together, the sweetness is boundless.Time seems to be frozen at this moment, everything is quiet, no one, no sound, can bear to disturb this pair of beautiful figures.

At this point, a few words are superfluous.

What Zhang Liang loves the most is not the first time he met Han Fei when he was a child, or the mutual confession of feelings with him, but the morning when he and Han Fei climbed to Muliang Mountain and looked down at Xinzheng when they learned about the first snowfall. , It seems to be full of mountains and rivers.

Not long after, the two of them both went down the mountain, forgetting who made the move first, they started to fight, the soft white snow formed into balls, and they threw them over, some avoided, and some hit the door.It turned into broken flowers and slipped into the neck, it was extremely cold.One was slippery, the other was fishing, and the two hugged each other and rolled down, leaving a string of marks on the loose white snow.On the wide and gentle hillside, there seems to be a sleeping dragon lying down.

They were lying on the ground, looking at each other, brushing the fine snow between their brows, their noses rubbing against their noses, their lips against theirs, and their black hair intertwined.

The water-blue cloak will cover the two of them, the sun is warm, and the quiet valley is covered with a golden halo.The snow and ice crystallized on the needles of the pine trees, and the white hillside was vast and wide, and the figures of the two were like a drop in the ocean.They kissed, lingered, and rubbed each other's ears.Forget the turmoil of the world, just want to let this moment stagnate and become eternal.

It's just that they don't look for disturbances, but disturbances will come to them, especially when the world is in turmoil, and the disputes between the seven countries have never stopped.

On the day he returned, Han Fei was urgently called into the palace.Looking at his leaving back, Zhang Liang had a very bad feeling, his heart seemed to be tightened by a rope, and a deep ravine was formed around his heart, hanging high in shock.

He thought King Han would embarrass Han Fei again, but the situation was ten times worse than he thought - Qin sent troops!

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Lovely little ones who like happy endings, please end this chapter and treat it as their ending

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