Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

"Ovary dear:

Ovary, arrived in Xianyang today, amazing.

Yingzheng worshiped me three times at the court and treated me as a guest of honour.Let me live in the Qin Palace, use Qin slaves, enjoy the customs of Korea, and don't have to worry about the laws and regulations of the Qin Palace.No one is watching me when I go in and out of the palace, and no one even checks this letter.I was astonished and asked again and again, but Yingzheng only replied, 'Mr., you can rest easy, I don't have anything else to ask for'.It is rumored that Yingzheng cherishes talents as much as life, and I, Han Fei, don't know how to escape armor, and I don't know how to seek heaven and earth.There is only one piece of "Five Beetles", such hospitality is really too much.

You can rest assured, Zifang, I have not been treated badly in Qin Palace.You have to be careful when you are in Xinzheng.

Furthermore, those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want?In this world, only Zifang understands me best. Clothes and fine food are nothing but a fleeting moment to me. What I care about in my heart is you and Dahan.Besides, nothing else.Please be at ease.

At the end of the first lunar month, it is the season for the spread of typhoid fever. Remember to add clothes and do not drink alcohol alone.

Han Fei's book on the 28th day of the first lunar month. "

Zhang Liang's eyes opened softly, with an indescribable gentleness, he carefully spread the thin silk in the palm of his hand, and checked word by word, for fear of missing something.Looking at the handsome and powerful handwriting, it seemed that the tall figure was right in front of her eyes.With a sweet lips, he raised his pen and ink, and wrote a reply letter.

"Brother Han personally said:

I heard that Xianyang is colder than usual this year, so don't just talk about me, you have to add clothes yourself.Especially if you have old injuries to your muscles and bones, and you are prone to pain in cold weather, you must apply lots of hot compresses, and don't catch cold.

Today I helped Liu Sikou solve a small case. He praised me for being young and successful, but I don't know that you taught me these things 8000 years ago.However, since he sincerely praised me, I also sincerely accepted it.You also said on the left and right, you and I don't distinguish each other, what's yours is mine.I just learned from a bully and stole your name.

Yingzheng treats you like a guest, and wants to use you for his own use. If you refuse, it will inevitably make him unhappy.Zifang knows that your heart is in Dahan, but when you decline Yingzheng, you must be careful and euphemistic in your words, and you must not be merciless.

In short, you must be careful when you are alone.

Zhang Liang's 29th Book of the First Month"

The two flew eagles to send letters, three times faster than flying pigeons, but there was still a distance between Xianyang and Xinzheng after all, and flying letters would take a day to delay one way, and it was two days later when Han Fei got Zhang Liang's reply.

But it doesn't matter much, the two of them share the same mind, even if they are separated from each other, they are still close to each other.

Zhang Liang went to the courtyard more frequently, because Xinying only remembered this pear tree, and it always landed here.Therefore, Zhang Liang often took a volume of books over, sometimes sitting on the ground with his back against the tree trunk, sometimes lying on a thick branch, picked two pear blossoms at random, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed them lightly, and then tossed them with the wind, so that they fell into the soil and melted. Make spring mud.

On the day of Zhang Liang's eighteenth birthday, many people came to celebrate his birthday.In fact, he is still young and has mediocre qualifications, so he really can't bear so many dignitaries to congratulate him.He knew that most of the people who came here looked at Zhang Kaidi's face, or the Zhang family's face.After all, everyone knew he was the heir.

At first Zhang Liang would object. What he really yearned for was poetry and distant places, to stroll in the fields cultivated by his family, to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds to roll and clouds in mid-air, not to be bound in the intriguing court, and to deal with those institutions. People compare themselves to the city.

However, the beauty of yearning, the cruelty of reality.Not to mention that South Korea is currently walking on thin ice, just look at it closely, Zhang Kaidi has survived to the age of seventy, and has supported the Zhang family's ancestral business for most of his life.Now that his back is tall and his body is getting worse day by day, his selfish thoughts are insignificant in comparison.

Perhaps, when the world is peaceful, he will return to the fields.

Who knows, the world is upright and turbulent, if there is peace, his bones may be rotten by then.

"Young Master! Ninth Young Master has sent a letter!"

Zhang Liang was lying on the tree pole, resting with his arms on his pillow, when suddenly Ruoli's call came from under the tree.

When he heard the word "Letter", he subconsciously looked into the sky, but he didn't find Flying Eagle.So ask:

"Who is writing?"

Ruo Li waved the kit in his hand, "Ninth Young Master, Jiu Young Master's letter. Ah Duan sent it just now, he wrote it before he left, let Ah Duan deliver it today!"

Zhang Liang was overjoyed, he turned down and unwrapped the kit in twos and twos, revealing a small piece of silk and a few seeds.

"This is... pear seeds?" Zhang Liang was quite puzzled, looking at the palm of his hand, and then at the pear blossoms on his head—what does this mean?

"Hey, isn't this the birthday gift he gave you?" Ruoli disgusted him from the bottom of his heart, "It's too shabby!"

Zhang Liang thought for a while, but he couldn't come up with an answer, so he spread out the snow-white silk.Someone who used to be so talkative, actually only wrote a few words:

"Ovary, plant them on the top of Muliang Mountain. I want to see you wearing a water blue cloak, standing under the pear tree."

Although the ceremony is light, the love is heavy.

Flowers grew on Zhang Liang's lips, carefully put the seeds back into the bag, and hid them in the skirt of his clothes.

Ruoli, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded for a moment, and said dumbfounded: "My lord, are you okay? A few pear seeds that were left over after eating, are you so happy?"

Satisfied, Zhang Liang gave him a meaningful look, "What do you know? Go find your Wei Zhong."

It’s okay if I don’t mention it, Ruoli became angry when he heard the name, “Why are you talking about him? This guy has been in border control for more than a month, and he didn’t even write me a letter!”

Since the Qin army forced the frontier pass, Wei Zhong went to garrison, dressed in military uniform, wiped his tasseled guns, and led away with five thousand elite horsemen from Xinzheng.As a result, Ruoli gnawed pears in Xinzheng all day long, and fell ill with lovesickness.

But he has always been good at having fun while suffering, so he vents all the curse words he has saved in front of a puppet of Wei Zhong every day.

Zhang Liang returned to his room and took the cloak, swung it around in mid-air and tied it on his body, walking like flying, "You can't read, you can't read letters, and you can't read letters."

Ruo Li chased after him, "Don't write if you don't understand? At least, at least draw a picture to show it!"

"Next time you want to say something, I'll write it for you."

Zhang Liang hurriedly shuttled through the corridor.

Ruo Li Xiao Pao followed, "Who wants to write to him first? If he doesn't write to me first, he will never receive a word from me!"

"Then you can wait at ease, you may come back someday."

"Hmph, when this idiot comes back, I will definitely settle accounts with him! By the way...Young Master, what are you doing so fast?"

He saw Zhang Liang going straight to the stable, so he followed him, but before the door of the stable was entered, Zhang Liang rode out with a yell, and the handsome figure flashed twice before disappearing.There is only one sentence that is drifting away:

"Tell grandfather that I have something urgent to go out and come back in the evening—"

With a flick of the horsewhip, it pointed directly at Mu Liangshan.

Ruo Li blinked and blinked, but still hadn't recovered, "Hey, are you leaving now?" A person was alone in the wind, his back was especially desolate.

After a while, the thoughts came back.

"No, the Ninth Young Master has already gone to Qin, what are you doing in such a hurry? Could it be..."

Taking a deep breath, "—Have a new love?!"

Ruoli, who seemed to have uncovered a shocking secret, ran after him, "My lord—you can't go—come back——"

One of the shoes flew out, and it was too late to pick it up, and barefoot chased after Zhang Liang, who had only a tiny back.

........The dividing line for planting trees............

Time flies, like quicksand between fingers.

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei had been away for several months.

He returned to the post house alone exhausted, pushed the door open, and let the eunuchs retreat with their chests back.The front door closed slowly with a creaking sound, which gave a sense of age.

He untied his coat and hung it on the hanger, not in the mood to wipe the dust, sighed, and rubbed his sore brain.Today Yingzheng asked him for an article to talk about the current situation in Qin, but he refused.To be exact, this is his No. 14 pushback.There are only three things, not to mention so many times.

Fortunately, although Ying Zheng was quite dissatisfied, he didn't say anything. He still let him live in the post house and sent seven or eight people to wait on him.

Han Fei didn't like crowds, it was a habit of being a child caregiver, and only one valet was left every night, so that they could have an account with Ying Zheng.Whether bathing or reading, he prefers to meditate alone.As he thought about it, a figure of someone flashed across his mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Today is his birthday, 24 years old, in Qin country.

At the end of the Warring States period, people hadn't started to celebrate festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival and Qixi Festival. Apart from New Year's Eve, only birthdays were probably the most important thing in the year.But Han Fei has never felt much about this day. He used to be in Sanghai, but now he is in Xianyang. There are foreign countries on both sides, and he is alone, unable to arouse the interest of joy.

Speaking of which, his birthday has always been deserted.

When I was a child, I cheated Zhang Liang of his money, and bought a flagon with it, and regarded it as a congratulatory gift from that person, and I was satisfied.

When I go back someday, I must lie to him again.

After staying in the bath soup for a long time, the muscles and bones were soft in the water, and finally soaked away the fatigue, put on the loose underwear, and walked to the back room with wet hair.

The valet came up with a dry towel and wanted to wipe his hair, but he refused, "I will do it myself."

Unexpectedly, the servant was unreasonable, instead of holding the towel and refusing to give it to him, his attitude was rampant.

"I just want to wipe it for you, can't I?"

boom!

Han Fei's footsteps stopped, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt, and his head thumped——

— this voice!