My country is dead again [Rebirth]

Song Qinglai thought to himself that He Xiaoman was not only capable of pretending, but also used to become angry from embarrassment, so he got up and poured wine diligently: "What is the governor talking about, what do you order me to be there on call. I said something wrong, give me Lord forgive me."

The glass of wine was handed to He Xiaoman, Song Qing came to see that he didn't take it for a long time, so he handed over some more, he was silent for a moment, took the glass and drank half of it.

Song Qinglai didn't see anyone else, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat, seeing He Xiaoman frowned slightly and remained motionless, he asked suspiciously: "Master Du, don't you want to eat?"

"...I've eaten before, so I'm not hungry."

Song Qinglai had always been heartless, and he didn't notice that He Xiaoman's face was too pale at this time, and the lights in the room reflected on his face, but it didn't add any warmth to his face, on the contrary, it was shockingly white.

The two chatted briefly about the candidates for the generals of the three battalions. Song Qinglai was really hungry. Filled the wine: "Master, have another drink?"

He Xiaoman struggled a little in his heart, but subconsciously picked up the wine glass in his hand, and drank it down under Song Qinglai's smiling gaze.

Song Qinglai sat sideways and looked at him. When the thin white neck was lifted up, the graceful lines were fully revealed. It seems that he was castrated at a very young age, and his Adam's apple was not visible. , but now it seems that it is not very good. After only one and a half cups, it is a bit sloppy, and the eyes have become blurred.

"Is the governor okay?" Song Qinglai expressed concern, but poured another glass, "I have offered you two glasses of toast, today you are the one who invited me to dinner, should you have another drink with me?"

He Xiaoman supported his forehead for a while, his brain seemed to be dull, he felt that what Song Qing said was right, and drank it down in one gulp.

Song Qing thought to herself: So good?

"Last time, I had a little disagreement with the governor. I didn't expect the governor to invite me to dinner today. I'm very happy, and I'll have another drink with the governor." Song Qinglai pulled the chair directly to He Xiaoman's side, and fell down again. Full of wine, "Master, will you give me another favor?"

He Xiaoman's eyes were reddened, his stomach felt nauseated, he stretched out his hand to push Song Qinglai's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't drink any more."

"That won't work." Song Qinglai is used to being an idiot, and she is always persuaded like this at the wine table, and she hasn't noticed a problem yet, "Shall we have a cup to settle our grievances, let's have one?"

"I really don't drink anymore..."

Song Qinglai brought the wine glass over, He Xiaoman pushed it back, Song Qinglai sent it again, He Xiaoman pushed it again, the glass of wine was finally overturned in a push, and all the liquid splashed on Song Qinglai's Feiyu suit.

He Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, his blurred eyes became flustered, and he called Wanlian, saying: "Go and get some clothes for Song Qianhu, and ask someone to open a private room next to him to change clothes for Song Qianhu." He stared at Looking at the water stain, "I'll take this back, wash it and return it to you."

"Team Wan, you don't need to go, it's so troublesome." Song Qinglai didn't expect He Xiaoman to mobilize the crowd like this, and stopped Wan Lian, "You go out and wait, it's really fine."

Wan Lian waited for a while, He Xiaoman didn't give any more instructions, looked at Song Qinglai warily, closed the door and retreated.

"Every time I meet the governor, I have trouble with the clothes." Song Qinglai sat back and found that He Xiaoman was indeed drunk, and unconsciously lowered his voice, "Why does the governor want to take back the humble clothes?"

He Xiaoman's face was pale and rosy, but it was more lively than usual. He propped his face on the table with one hand, and said in a low voice: "It's dirty...Of course it must be cleaned..."

"Seven years ago, the governor took a piece of clothing from the humble office." Song Qinglai moved closer, his voice was low, mixed with a little alcohol, and it fell on He Xiaoman's ears like some kind of secret inducement, "Why? Didn't the governor return that dress?"

He Xiaoman seemed uncomfortable, snorted softly, and muttered: "I lost it..."

Song Qinglai got up slightly, and smiled close to his ear: "Is it really lost?"

He Xiaoman, who had been drinking, had lost the coolness. He lowered his head to look like a little domestic cat who had made a mistake and was wronged. His slender eyelashes were a little curled up, sometimes trembling cutely, and his palm-sized face was almost transparent. , the lips were wet and tender red because of the wine, they were slightly opened, and they couldn't hear what they were muttering.

Song Qing didn't let him go, as if she wanted to ask for clarification, she rubbed his pink earlobe twice, and said, "Master Governor, speak up."

At this time, He Xiaoman looked very obedient, let Song Qing move his hands and feet, and whispered guiltyly: "Well... put it in the room..."

Song Qinglai let out a low laugh, and met He Xiaoman's eyes with misty eyes. He Xiaoman nervously grabbed Song Qinglai's sleeve, and said in a daze, "I didn't lose your clothes..."

He Xiaoman's headache was splitting, looking at the smile in Song Qinglai's eyes, it seemed that he had returned to seven years ago.

At that time, he was still playing all kinds of operas in the Bell and Drum Division. He learned this since he was a child. go.

Zhonggusi is also a lowly yamen, with no way out, and among the people, he is a lowly person who advocates excellence. If he cuts off that thing and enters the palace as a slave to do this, he is still inferior.

What makes him hate the most is that he has a good appearance, and he can't leave smoothly every time he enters the palace.

Sometimes, he really wanted to scratch his face, so that he could live a more relaxed life.

In the late autumn of the 16th year of Xining, Pingdu had the second rain since the beginning of autumn. That day was the birthday of Huizong's favorite fifth prince. He entered the palace with several members of the Zhonggusi. Beside the Zhaowu Gate, he was faintly glad to see the rain, and felt that he would not be stopped again today.

However, those imperial guards didn't care whether it was raining or not, and they surrounded him when they saw him coming, and the eunuchs who accompanied him left him and left when they saw this—people in the palace have always been very cold, heartless and heartless .

There is continuous rain between the sky and the earth, and the resplendent and magnificent Miyagi has also become small. It is covered by the pouring rain into the covering water curtain, and the vision is blurred. Everything is separated by a layer of misty water. gas.

He Xiaoman was lying on the ground, the corner of his mouth was cut, there was sticky blood, and there was a bruise on his forehead. He pulled down the torn shirt, and his thin shoulders were exposed, because the lower body was more Unbearable, his underpants were completely torn, and those people saw his deformed and ugly lower body.

The footsteps finally faded away, and he sat disheveled in the rain, hunched over and buried his head in his knees.

He couldn't cry anymore, the first thing he had to learn after entering the palace was not to cry, even if his master beat you and scolded you, he had to smile back, so one day he found that he couldn't cry anymore.

Crying is also useless, as humble as an ant, no one will be pitiful.

He was just a little uncomfortable, just a little bit.

A few people whispered not far away, and he trembled, thinking that they had gone and returned, clutching his clothes and trying to stand up staggeringly.

"Let's go first, I'll be right there." One of them spoke a little louder, and the rest left by another way.

The man came over with a smile in his voice: "Hey, kid, aren't you cold?"

He Xiaoman raised his head flusteredly, and what he saw was a silver-white flying fish suit. The person who came didn't hold an umbrella, and his whole body was dripping wet. He walked up to him and asked, "Where do you live?"

Seeing that it was Jin Yiwei, he was a little scared, and lowered his head again.

He is 12 years old this year, but with a small frame, he looks younger than his age, but it feels like he hasn't been called a child for ten years.

"It's fine if you don't talk." The man was not angry, and after a rustling movement, the silver-white flying fish suit was draped over his body, "It's wet, let's make do with it."

He Xiaoman stared at this person in a daze. He looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with wide eyebrows and slightly raised corners of his eyes, and a chic and unrestrained smile.

"I'm on duty in front of the imperial court today, so I have to go." The man smiled at him before leaving, "You look very good-looking."

In the heavy rain, the boy ran away quickly and disappeared after a while.

When He Xiaoman was five or six years old, he was still with his parents. In spring, his father would tie him a bamboo kite, and his mother drew a swallow.

Shengri Xunfang, full of purples and reds, he was lazy and did not practice, and ran to the field with the children to fly kites. The exquisite swallow kites always flew the highest and the farthest. At that time, he laughed happily.

In fact, not many years have passed, but he really feels that it was too long ago, so long that it seems to be another person in the previous life.

He Xiaoman walked slowly back to his residence with his silver-white flying fish suit in his arms, the boy's smile just now reminded him of these memories for no reason.

It seems that such a smile contains the sunshine of the old spring, and the clear and warm feelings of the old days.

Let him remember for seven years.

Song Qinglai's hands were itchy, and he touched He Xiaoman's eyelashes. He drank a lot of wine, and he was also a little hot. Seeing this man's obsessed eyes, he felt as if his heart was being scratched repeatedly by cat's paws, and said: "Master, I'm humble Back then, I risked my life to send you a piece of clothing. If the first emperor didn’t look at the humble elder brother’s face, the humble one would have been cut off if he was so disheveled. Even so, he still suffered that day Forty boards, the Governor asked you a few days ago what kind of favor you should give to the humble job? Isn't that a big favor?"

He Xiaoman nodded obediently: "I'm sorry..."

This appearance made Song Qinglai laugh again, helped He Xiaoman press the eyebrows, and said: "Master Governor, in fact, if you want to see the lowly position, you can look at it casually, you don't have to hide all the time."

Even though he was half drunk, He Xiaoman's expression froze, and he said softly, "I didn't..."

"Tsk, I still don't admit it." Song Qinglai poked his forehead, "When I was still in Pingdu, every time I passed near Zhaowu Gate, you would hide in the shadows around the corner and sneak around. Do you really think I didn't see it? Did you Do you think you are hiding well?"

He Xiaoman blushed and didn't speak, Song Qinglai continued: "Not only that, I once entered the palace and walked near the Wenhua Palace, did you also hide in the corner? Did you say no?"

"No!" He Xiaoman blushed, stood up angrily, and walked out crookedly.

This man became even more tempered when he was drunk, Song Qinglai shook his head helplessly, fearing that he would fall, so he grabbed him.

After standing up, the churning in the stomach became more and more severe, He Xiaoman couldn't bear it anymore, held on to the screen in the room, and vomited out with a loud wow.

Stomach cramping, cold sweat soon broke out on the forehead, Song Qinglai finally noticed that He Xiaoman's face was pale, startled, hurriedly called Wan Lian, and said: "Is your governor really that good at drinking? It's only two and a half cups ah!"

Wan Lian was also frightened and panicked, and shouted: "What do you know! The governor has a stomach problem, and the pain is so painful that he will die if he is hungry, and you let him drink alcohol on an empty stomach! You are killing him!"

He Xiaoman didn't eat dinner at all, and vomited yellow bile after he vomited the wine.

"What's the matter with the stomach disease?" Song Qinglai half hugged him, "Didn't you see the imperial doctor?"

Seeing that he was very upset, Wan Lian said in a bad mood: "It's been a few years since he was left in the cold palace, and it won't get better if he is cured."

Song Qinglai frowned: "In the cold palace? Then your majesty also..."

"I haven't heard of it." Wan Lian was even angrier when he heard that he was still thinking about His Majesty at this time, "The governor also treats His Majesty as his master in the cold palace, and His Majesty is very good."

At this time, He Xiaoman had long since lost the indifference and aloofness that he used to keep away from strangers, and his face showed a distressing fragility. Song Qinglai sighed, picked him up horizontally, and said, "The sedan chair is outside? Hurry up and send him off first." go back."

Seeing this, Wan Lian ran downstairs as if flying.

Song Qinglai carried the person downstairs, and many people in the private room upstairs peeked through a crack in the door, and when they reached the first floor, they received countless timid and curious onlookers.

The person in his arms moved uneasily in the blur, Song Qinglai patted his back reassuringly, and he fell silent again.

Song Qing came to send the people into the sedan chair, watched them leave before leaving.

And He Xiaoman was still half-drowsy and half-awake until he returned to Dongchang, vaguely aware that he was being carried away by Song Qinglai, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply, and his face would blush when he thought about it.

Wan Lian asked someone to cook the wine soup for him to drink, but his stomach was still terribly uncomfortable, and he estimated that it would take a whole night, so he sent someone to the palace to send a message saying that he would not go back tonight, and then sent everyone away , stay alone in the room.

There were two flying fish suits, one red and one white, stacked neatly in the cabinet. He took them all out, and sat leaning against the head of the bed with his legs bent, hugging the two clothes.

The robe rubbed against his chest, and he arched his body and hugged it tighter, as if hugging it like this wouldn't hurt his stomach.

It is true that he hid in the corner and secretly watched Song Qinglai pass by the road countless times, but he only dared to watch from such a distance.

Song Qinglai is the proud son of heaven, always smiling so flamboyantly and brightly, but he is a man with a handicap, and still harbors dirty and dirty wishful thinking in his heart.

The author has something to say: In fact, this may be a two-way secret love story (slip)

Followed by career, mixed with love.