Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Zongzhengxi enters the palace according to the order, Fu Zijie attends the camp in private

Ambergris is fragrant in the Imperial Palace.

In the hall, there is a warm pavilion opened by the emperor, in which there are more than [-] pieces of ink marks of famous artists and more than [-] pieces of rubbings.

The green hills are verdant, the picture scrolls are simple and unsophisticated, and the golden friezes are all vulgar.

Zong Zhengqiu sits on the top seat, with the embroidered dragon robe lining his cheeks, and the dragon pattern crocheted with gold thread is lifelike.

The next seat was a purple robed eunuch, although his face was wrinkled, he did not look old, and his face was full of smiles.

Jiang Hua looked at the emperor's face, and then said: "Your Majesty's complexion is not good recently, you should also take care of your body in time, let the imperial dining room cook some warming bird's nest sooner or later to recuperate."

Zong Zhengqiu gently put down the teacup, his posture was elegant, and he could still get a glimpse of his romantic attitude in the past.He looked at Jiang Hua and said with a smile: "You have been recuperating well these days. It seems that there were too many things to supervise in the early years, which made you work a lot for nothing."

Before he understood the meaning of the words, Jiang Hua followed suit with a smile, avoiding the word "rest and recuperation", and replied: "It is the duty of a slave to share the worries of your majesty. A slave has followed your majesty for many years, so I have some strength to make several I don’t dare to be negligent. The affairs of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are taken care of by the servants. Since they cleared their responsibilities, the eunuchs under him have also settled down a lot, and they can indeed serve them more wholeheartedly if they think about it.”

Zong Zhengqiu suddenly said: "Since Xie Zhi passed away, I often reflect on whether I have been too self-assertive and pushed you and Jia Yun to the target of public criticism, making the court also full of smog. This is something I never expected before. Yes. Xie Zhi is stubborn, but also sincere, and you must be aware of the difficulties."

Jiang Hua hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is benevolent, and the servants are bathed in grace. It was indeed the mistake of the servants before. They didn't manage the people below, and this led to the collusion between the internal and external courts. Even if your majesty has a good intention, it is inevitable that some servants will come Take advantage of your loopholes."

Zong Zhengqiu seemed to be quite useful, nodded and said no more.

Jiang Hua said: "I am a civil eunuch, and I usually have nothing to do. But now Admiral Jia is in charge of the army alone, so it is hard work, and His Royal Highness King Yu suffers from leg problems. I think that the generals in the army should pay attention to them and promote them well." After all, if the southern barbarians invade, the red-armored soldiers will still be the first line of the charge. Horses need old horses to lead, sheep need leaders. This military power falls into the hands of those who cannot lead the army. I am afraid that the morale of the soldiers will be hit .”

Seeing him mentioning Jia Yun, Zong Zhengqiu sighed: "Jia Yun...on the surface he is easygoing, but inside he is stubborn. When I was in the palace, he could keep an eye on my training tasks every day. If he dares to be sloppy, if he... he, well, I would like him to go home and rest, but he has his reasons for the important matter of fighting for the country, and I can't say no to him, so I won't hold back on it."

The heart of connivance was obvious, Jiang Hua sneered in his heart, but still said on the face: "Admiral Jia is willing to serve the country, and it is worth learning from the slaves. Your Majesty is so kind, you have your own consideration."

Zong Zhengqiu was still gloomy because of what happened just now, and ignored his flattery.

Jiang Hua then said: "Your Majesty, this servant has recently obtained an authentic landscape painting by Zhang Jun from the former dynasty. I know that His Majesty was very fond of it in the past, so I am here to present it for His Majesty's appreciation."

There was surprise in Zong Zhengqiu's eyes, and he said happily: "Really? Zhang Jun's authentic work has not been seen for many years. I have given up searching for the original work for a long time, and now you have found it in private?"

"The slave knows that His Majesty's heart is in love, and he obtained it after searching among the people for a long time..."

Jiang Hua greeted the eunuch at the door to enter, Zhang Rui held the scroll in his hand, raised his hands above his head, and entered respectfully.Jiang Hua took the scroll, turned around and handed it to Zong Zhengqiu.

When Zong Zhengqiu was about to unfold, the eunuch at the door suddenly reported: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Yu has arrived."

His initially happy face turned slightly cold, but then he remembered that he was the one who summoned him to the palace yesterday, so he put down the painting in his hand, returned to his seat, and said, "Jiang Hua, you go back first."

Jiang Hua understood, bowed his head, and retreated outside the hall.

The man waiting outside the door just happened to welcome him in, Jiang Hua avoided it and bowed down to greet him: "I have seen His Royal Highness King Yu."

Zong Zhengxi didn't look sideways, turned the wheelchair and entered the gate of the palace.Jiang Hua glanced at the man's back from behind, then turned and left.

The hall is brightly lit with golden patterns on the pillars.

Zongzheng Xi walked up to the emperor and bowed slightly on the chair: "I send my respects to the emperor."

Zong Zhengqiu looked at him indifferently, extended from his legs to his face, and said: "There is no need to be too polite."

The father and son sat opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes and looked calm: "I don't know why the emperor called the son to come."

Hearing this, Zong Zhengqiu couldn't help frowning slightly, and his bored mood was covered with a layer of gloom, and he said: "I didn't say much in the Fengchan ceremony in the first ten days, now that you are willing to return to the court, I might as well be here Chaozhong will find you an idle job, and it will also save you from working hard in the army afterwards."

Zong Zhengxi replied: "Thank you for your concern. My son has been in the army since he was a child. He is unfamiliar with government affairs and has no great ambitions. Even if he is disabled and unable to lead the army, he is willing to be a staff officer in the army. Work for Dayan."

Zong Zhengqiu saw that his brows were low and there was no resentment, and he was in a trance feeling awkward, and he couldn't say what he wanted to talk about military power, so he swallowed his heart and said: "Jia Yun has never been in the past few years. Pang is dedicated to assisting you in the war, although he was born in a poor family, he has never been single-minded for many years, and he has made a lot of achievements in battle, so let him help you share some of the burden in the future."

Zong Zhengxi nodded and remained silent.

Zongzheng Qiu put out the pity that had just arisen in his heart, and said: "I see that the imperial concubine often talks about you in the palace, you have been stationed outside all year round, just take this opportunity to enter the palace, go and see her. You have also been entrusted with her nurturing grace for several years, this time you should do your part of filial piety."

Zong Zhengxi saw the faint impatience of the emperor, but he didn't express too much, he just replied: "Yes, my minister will retire."

Zong Zhengqiu looked at his leaving figure and thought for a while.In turn, he picked up the authentic landscape painting presented by Jiang Hua just now, spread it out and looked at it carefully.

As soon as he left the palace gate, Zong Zhengxi was blinded by the scorching sun in the sky, and he frowned slightly.

The original clear blue sky was completely plundered by the golden crow's rays of light guarding the center. The man turned his head and looked straight ahead at the bluestone brick road in front of him.

Zongzhengxi walked around the pavilions and pavilions, but did not turn towards the neighboring Jianzhang Palace. Instead, he crossed an arch from the side path and stepped into a small path. The palace people who came and went gradually thinned out, and finally looked at the palace at the end of the path. I saw a more remote and humble place.

This place does not have a vermilion lacquered main entrance like a palace, but only a mahogany wooden door under the shade of the locust tree next to it, and there are no steps in front of the door, just like a folk house that can be walked everywhere.When you get closer, you can see a wooden plaque between the branches of the locust tree, which reads: Lingxing Garden.

Zongzhengxi pushed the door open and walked in. The unattended dilapidated desolation came to him, so quiet that even the birds and cicadas could not bear to be disturbed, the smoke and dust accumulated on the ground, the cobwebs growing in the corners of the white marble railings, and the water lilies in the small pond It has long been lying powerlessly on the withered floating objects, and the water that was originally overflowing has now dried up, exposing the soil below.

The man just stood quietly at the door, and did not go to the hall to take a closer look like he did before.

The scenery of this small area has been full of desolation and filth for ten years, I am afraid that the bright and beautiful ladies in the palace have forgotten that there is such a corner in the palace.

Zong Zhengxi only knows that this is the only place where he can forget the flow and changes of time and space, and only see himself and his memories. This is his real dream, and it is also the nest where he can confide silently when he was young.

After sitting quietly for an unknown amount of time, a piece of elm leaf fell on his shoulder. He picked it up, and the bright green color on it proved the secretly growing vitality here. Fluctuating, there seemed to be a moment of surprise, he looked up, looked at the elm tree that had sprouted spring branches, and lost his mind for a while.

When Zong Zhengxi entered Jianzhang Palace, Concubine Ni Gui was still copying Buddhist scriptures at the table in the inner room. When she heard King Yu came, she got up in surprise, arranged her clothes and went to the front hall.

"Xi'er." Concubine Ni hurriedly called before she could stand still. She saw that the masculinity she hadn't seen for many years was still as usual. , against the deep eyes, she has only seen the characteristics of this southern barbarian from this child and his mother for so many years, and it seems that she has seen an old friend again for a moment.

Seeing her coming out, Zong Zhengxi softened his expression and nodded slightly: "Niang Niang."

Concubine Ni sat on the other side, looked at him and said: "You haven't returned to the palace for so many years, and I was worried about you when I learned that you left the palace before. Life and death are numberless, and fate is unpredictable. I don't need to say anything to you. , you must understand it in your heart. Sigh, you have always had ideas since you were young, and many things, this woman in the palace, is unwilling to discuss too much. I only hope that you can be relieved in my heart, which must be what Lingfu hoped for in her lifetime. "

Zongzheng Xi said: "I have been fighting for many years, and I have long been used to occasional injuries. Thank you for your concern."

"I can understand your difficulties," Concubine Ni said gently, "Now that you have already taken charge of your own affairs, I don't worry about your unfinished business, I only care about your body, and there is no one to take care of you these years, so what will happen in the future? "

Zongzhengxi replied: "I am disabled, so there is no need to add more inner chambers. If I can conquer the Nanman Yixin in the remaining time, I will also be considered as doing my duty to the community of Yan State."

Concubine Ni sighed: "If the crown prince can be as stable as you, I will feel at ease, but because he is caught in an affair, he still has a childlike heart."

Zong Zhengxi's expression remained unchanged: "The crown prince is the heir apparent, so it is inevitable for the royal family to branch out. It is rare for the second younger brother to have his own judgment, and the empress should trust him."

Concubine Ni Gui turned around and said: "It's hard to come to the palace, why don't you just eat in the palace, I ordered the small kitchen to make more of your favorite food."

"it is good."

Outside the window, the setting sun is dim.A sparrow is singing on the branch of an elm tree, calling for the sunset.

"This way!" Tang Lan walked through the woods at the foot of the mountain, turned his head and shouted at Chen.

Fu Chen followed him quickly into the forest, playing with the densely hanging branches on both sides.

"Don't worry," Tang Lan said as he walked, "I've made inquiries in advance this time. King Yu is entering the palace today, and Admiral Jia is out of camp. We have an hour and a half for dinner and a rest. People will see! Every time I look for you, you are either busy or not here, but let me catch you for a while, it’s not interesting for me to go out alone, just rest with me.”

Fu Chen followed Tang Lan over a dilapidated brick wall, and came to a green field. There was a path made by a person. He wondered, "Where does this lead?"

Tang Lan replied: "We have reached the outskirts of the city now, and we can walk along this path and turn over the fence to reach the city."

Fu Chen smiled: "You have been training in the camp all day long, yet you can find a shortcut to get out of the camp."

Tang Lan turned around: "I see that you have been training too hard at Liao Hui's all day long, and you don't eat well. Today is the Huachao Festival, so let's go out to the camp to see the excitement! Have a good meal by the way!"

Fu Chen felt warm in his heart, and heard Tang Lan say again: "When we were in the Gyeonggi Army, we still had a lot of time to go out and rest. I occasionally went out to escape from training without any major consequences. Now that we are here, it is heaven. The difference between the underground is really not idle for a moment."

Fu Chen said: "Although that is the case, the soldiers in red armor are all well-trained, and they have to kiss the generals who go to the battlefield...and Admiral Jia to take care of them, and they have indeed benefited a lot."

Tang Lan dragged him to another path, but didn't hear the low tone in his tone, ran to an old stone brick wall, and said anxiously: "Come on!"

The two of them clapped their hands together, supported them twice, and gently crossed the wall.

The flow of people in the imperial capital was still noisy, and most of the streets were filled with beautiful women holding flowers, obviously the flowers were picked in the suburbs during the day.Between the fragrant clothes and the shadows on the temples, two tall youths in military uniforms squeezed into the crowd one after the other, very eye-catching.

The colorful night scene flashed across Fu Chen's eyes, and he remained silent in a daze.

It is true that he has not walked on the street without distraction for a long time. This feeling of melting into the crowd will make him feel at ease and comfortable, and he will no longer have to think about it, and he will no longer have to put on a fake face.

Fu Chen turned his head and found that Tang Lan who had been following him disappeared at some point, he was slightly surprised, and went to the side of the road against the flow of people to look for him.

The vendors passing by next to each other kept shouting.

"...Young Master, do you want to see the lucky bag sewn by slaves?"

A soft female voice suddenly came from the side of my ear.

Fu Chen turned his head and saw two girls in rough clothes standing on a simple wooden stall. The two were not very old, and each had a basket on his arm, with large and small cloth embroidery hanging on it. fabrics, and there is no one in front of the stall, which is quite lonely in Rob's street market.

He had no intention of buying these trivial things, but because the two girls were staring at him blankly, Fu Chen was a little embarrassed to abandon each other, so he approached and took out the money from his sleeve.

The two girls were overjoyed, and quickly introduced to them:

"This is Fulu Shuangquan Happy Birthday Bun."

"This is a package full of children and grandchildren."

"This is a carp bag for promotion and wealth."

"..."

The fine and colorful colors dazzled him, and Fu Chen didn't listen for a moment, but seeing the little girl talking excitedly at this moment, he couldn't bear to interrupt, so he patiently waited for the two of them to introduce the embroidery on the booth one by one. completely.

"...My lord, you can choose whichever you like." The girl looked forward to him expectantly, causing him to hurriedly avoid his eyes, and immediately handed over the money and text in his hand.

The two girls looked at each other suspiciously, and one of them said: "...you have to pick the things first and then give the money."

Fu Chen was originally giving relief to the two of them out of compassion, but now that he thought about it, he felt that it was really inappropriate.So he glanced back and forth on the stall, and found that all of them were extremely detailed, but he couldn't tell the difference, so he picked up a beautiful color nearby, and said to it: "That's it."

The little girl said with a smile: "Young Master's eyesight is really clever, this is the 'Extraordinary Beast's Prestige Day Pack', which is used for warriors to fight against evil spirits and turn evil into good luck. You are tall and strong, and you can tell that you are a master of martial arts at a glance. Man, it's perfect for you."

Fu Chen accepted her compliment, and then handed over the scraps of money in his hand.

The little girl took it, counted it, and returned half of the broken silver, saying: "You gave too much..."

How can there be any reason to return the things given away?Fu Chen only said: "Girl is skillful, this embroidered bag is made to my liking, and the rest will be regarded as a reward."

The two girls hesitated for a moment, then said: "...If you like it, just pick a few more and take them back."

Fu Chen thought that it would be useless to bring the little girl's belongings back to the barracks, and it was a waste of the two little girls' hard work, so he had to politely refuse: "That's okay, everyone I know is rough and rough. Martial artist, you don’t need these on a daily basis.”

"My son is in his prime, so you can leave it as a gift to someone you like."

The girl wanted to persuade him again, but seeing the young man's gloomy expression, she said in a low voice: "...just now I got separated from my friend, let's go ahead."

Today coincides with the festival, and the people in the streets and alleys also rushed out of their homes to catch up with the grand scene of the night market.

Fu Chen walked back for a long time, and he was a little tired from the crowd of people rubbing shoulders. When he was about to lose his mind, he was slapped hard on his right shoulder, which scared him and turned his head to wait and see, facing a black face. Red-eyed ghosts, weeping at the corners of their eyes, dripping with beauty.

Fu Chen was suffocating for breath, but saw this face flicker, revealing Tang Lan's smiling eyes again.

It turned out that it was a mask that Tang Lan bought from a street vendor just now, and at this time he deliberately teased him.

"How is it?" Tang Lan asked with a smile, "... Are you scared?"

With a stiff expression, Fu Chen walked side by side with him, seemingly casually saying, "Do you also like this kind of children's play?"

Tang Lan played with the mask in his hand, and said, "Don't you think it's very interesting? I don't like anyone, so I put on this mask and went to scare him. Anyone has a bad heart. When ghosts come, I have to teach them Telling the truth is impossible."

Fu Chen smiled lightly, and said: "If you can use this kind of tactics to deal with others, others can also deal with you. And you are not afraid of overdoing it, and the scared people will wait for the opportunity to retaliate against you?"

"Anyway, no matter how scared I am, there is this mask that blocks me. I can see you clearly, but you can't see me clearly," he said, placing the intimidating mask in front of his face, and looking at him sideways, "...Thinking that when King Yu fought face to face, apart from the barrier of blood and identity, he could also taste some hidden joy from it?"

Fu Chen didn't look at him, there were many people in front of him, and the speed was slow, he said again: "It's nothing to be happy about, hiding the false and the true is just self-sufficiency."

Seeing that Fu Chen didn't look at him, Tang Lan seemed to have lost his interest, and said: "I have enough money for drinks today, this time I will take you to a good place to drink."

Squeezing away the crowd, two tall young men struggled out of the gap.

Tang Lan pointed to a restaurant on the left corner, and said, "This is it. I've been here many times before, and their restaurant has been around for 20 years."

Fu Chen looked in the direction of his finger, at the end of the noisy long street, there was a restaurant with a large area. At this time, you can either enter the building or avoid it, but you won't waste time in front of the building to watch.

Closer inspection, the scarlet wine flag hangs low, and the storefront with wooden railings has a large cursive plaque in the center, which reads:

In vain but old friends.

The shape of the characters is strong and strong, and the folding pen is extremely strong, which is quite a literati style, but the meaning of this name is far away and difficult to understand, unlike the name of a building, there should be a deep meaning in it.Fu Chen stared at the plaque in a daze, and murmured: "The name of this store is also elegant, unlike other restaurants that just pick up words like 'chun', 'hua' and 'brocade'."

Tang Lan acted as if he had never heard of it, and led him into the restaurant. The environment inside the building was also surprisingly quiet. The lobby on the first floor had a wide view. There was a long scroll of calligraphy mounted in the hall.There are fake rocks next to it.The door and wall made of bamboo and wood around it, and several screens separate the guests, and just cover the human figure. The screen is full of mountains and rivers, and the ambiguous corners tell the distant era.The first floor is not full of the bustle of waiters like other restaurants, only a few people's voices can be heard, and there is an inexplicable sense of solemnity.

Tang Lan skillfully ordered food from Xiao Er, and pulled Fu Chen, who was looking around, to a corner on the first floor.

Hearing the still loud but distant noise outside the window, Fu Chen couldn't help feeling weird, and asked with a smile, "How do you know this place?"

Tang Lan also laughed: "I used to come here to grab a meal when I was young, but after the bosses here changed, I gradually stopped coming here to eat free food with the cheek."

The burning peach blossom eyes fell into the distant memory, and there was affection in the smile. Fu Chen enjoyed it for a while, nodded and said: "You must have been very cute when you were young."

Tang Lan smiled, and before she could speak, the waiter brought two pots of liquor and a few dishes of side dishes to the table.

Fu Chen picked up the jug and filled the two wine glasses. Tang Lan introduced: "This is the special wine here, named 'Shaodaozi'."

Fu Chen was curious, took a sip from the wine glass, and after just one sip, he felt a burning pain in his internal organs, his throat seemed to be cut, and after swallowing, the aftertaste went straight to his nasal cavity.

Seeing Fu Chen's ugly face, Tang Lan laughed loudly, and said: "As the name suggests, this wine is very strong. You can't get used to drinking alcohol on a daily basis. You have to drink slowly and carefully."

Fu Chen frowned and nodded, sighed: "It's actually stronger than the wine in the military camp."

"Even if the strong alcohol is choking, this place is full every day. It shows that even if you want to make yourself unhappy, there are many people paying the bill." Tang Lan looked at Fu Chen's trembling eyelashes, his smile faded away, and he took a sip from his glass. Take a sip and say.

Fu Chen recovered from the choking feeling just now, and couldn't help taking a sip of wine greedily, and said: "Maybe nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, there must be something to relieve your worries."

Tang Lan sighed softly, but didn't answer.

Fu Chen felt that his words were too disappointing, and while blaming himself, he handed over the lucky package he bought from those two girls on the street just now.

"...This is the lucky bag I just bought on the street, yes..." When the words came to his lips, he suddenly forgot how the girl had flattered him just now, so he had to add it himself, saying, "Yes... ...The meaning of turning bad luck into good luck, everything will come true."

He pushed the object in front of Tang Lan's desk, stretched out his arm and pointed at the words.

"...for me?" Tang Lan raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

The fringes of gold and red thread have rounded corners, and the stitches are threaded into the inside, which shows that the embroiderer has a heart.

"Thank you very much," Tang Lan put away the lucky bag carefully, and said with a smile, "It's rare that you gave me something."

Fu Chen was slightly embarrassed, and said slowly: "...As long as you like it."

"It's impolite to come and not to reciprocate," Tang Lan took out the ghost mask he bought, and said with a smile, "I'll give you this in return, how about it?"

Fu Chen looked at the thing in his hand, feeling very responsive in his heart, and turned to ask: "Does this have any meaning?"

"This is considered...with this mask to protect yourself, why don't you dare to do it?"

"Wouldn't that be a cowardly, cowardly, ostentatious bastard?...I'm afraid you can't even be called a turtle."

When the young man said this, the centipede was full of power on his cheeks, his brows were sculpted after drinking, and his expression was relaxed, revealing a debauchery and arrogance that he had never seen before.

Tang Lan took back the ghost face again, and said, "Forget it, I'm naive, but it's good that these children's things..."

Fu Chen hesitated to speak, and spoke for a long time: "...It's rare for an adult to be childish, and you are the rare one."

"If I'm really happy with everything, I'll still accept this thing," Tang Lan pointed to his lapel pocket, then grabbed Fu Chen's forearm resting on the table, and looked at a piece of clothing protruding from the cuff. The carpal bone was amputated, and there was still a deep red blood scab. It was quite scary to look at the depth of the bone and flesh. "You are tortured at the Qingqi camp every day, but you are not satisfied?"

Fu Chen didn't take back his hand, took a sip of wine from the glass in his left hand, and said, "This is what I want, I'm not disappointed."

Tang Lan stared at him, and asked, "Why are you working so hard? Wouldn't it be nice to hang out as happily as I do?"

Fu Chen was silent for a moment, then took another big sip, the wine tasted spicy, as if cutting his flesh, he thought for a while, and answered in a low voice: "Life is short, if you don't do your best, wouldn't it be 'in vain to forget your old friend'? "

Tang Lan laughed at the joke he had made, and also took a big gulp, laughing: "Well said! I really envy you, you can follow your heart and go forward, so chic and happy, you really are a man!"

Fu Chen curled the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "I also envy you for living such a reckless life without being burdened by the shackles of the world."

The hall was silent, as if a screen separated the world, both of them were a little drunk.

Tang Lan lowered her eyes, seemingly tired, and said, "I choose whatever path I choose, so what is there to envy. But you, who are always indifferent to the world, don't seem to be envious, but rather cold-eyed... Uh... just watch."

He hiccupped inadvertently, and his cheeks were already flushed red.

Fu Chen supported his head with his right hand, picked up the flagon with his left hand and filled the two people's glasses, then took a sip of wine, and said in a daze, "I've always been envious, but I'm just not used to saying it."

Tang Lan laughed again: "Don't get drunk for a while, you can't even recognize the way."

Fu Chen drank the wine in the glass, poured another glass, and smiled: "Then let me drink more, you drink less, I don't know the way back to the camp."

Tang Lan took a sip of wine nonchalantly: "I'm fine, it's not the first time we've had a drink, you know I'm not bad at drinking..."

Fu Chen lowered his head, looked at the clear and strong wine in the cup, shook it slightly, and whispered:

"Fine wine is intoxicating, but also harmful."

"It's a pity that this isn't fine wine, it's strong, dirty wine, which is always suitable for harming people! Harm people blatantly!" Tang Lan said.

Tang Lan regained his composure when he was drunk, and saw that he filled the glass with wine, raised it forward, and said congratulatoryly: "Zijie, you and I have known each other for a year, and today is an auspicious day. As I said, from now on, I only wish you great blessings and prosperity every year.”

Fu Chen felt the strong wine boiling in his throat again, raised his glass and said in a hoarse voice, "I also wish you happiness and health, and you will always be so unrestrained and fearless...Laugh, always laugh."

Why does the friendship between brothers need to be spoken, but what is said actually becomes uncomfortable.

Tang Lan couldn't help laughing "Puff!" Fu Chen was infected by him, and also smiled a little, his dark eyes overflowing with light.

"Boom-"

The two clinked glasses together, and their silhouettes were exposed in the faint moonlight.

There was another commotion outside the window. Fu Chen turned his gaze away and caught a glimpse of a BMW fragrant car driving on the long street. The brass bells were ringing, and the side of the car was decorated with flowers. The red dress matches the bright red flowers on the car, like a newlywed who is about to get married.

Vehicles pass through the street slowly, not as if they are rushing, but to treat people slowly.

The woman wore a wreath on her head, and carried a flower basket in her hand, and scattered the flowers in the basket along the street.

Fu Chen regained his composure, and vaguely recognized that woman was the Miss Xiangfu who had helped him.

Tang Lan also recognized it, and said, "Hey, isn't that Miss Xiangfu who came to the camp to find someone earlier?...So she is the Flower God of this year's Flower Festival."

Fu Chen didn't know, so he asked casually: "What is the Flower God?"

Tang Lan lowered his eyebrows, staring casually at the girl who was surrounded like a flower fairy in the center of the street, and replied: "Every year during the Flower Festival, the people spontaneously select a woman with excellent talent and beauty from among the famous ladies in Beijing. As a Flower God, it’s just a show to attract the people... After all, the people in Beijing like to be lively, especially when they follow the dignitaries and dignitaries.”

Fu Chen stared at the trajectory of the float, and remained silent.

The fragrant car gradually drove away, and everything was busy again.

Seeing that he was worried, Tang Lan asked, "Zijie, do you have a girl you like?"

Fu Chen laughed at himself and replied:

"I have no plans to start a family."

"Is it because of being in the army?"

Fu Chen drank the wine in the glass again, and said flatly, "Forget it."

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Tang Lan didn't ask any more questions. She just drank the wine by herself and saw that the street was once again covered with dark heads. , After a few years, I can find a woman and live a leisurely life, but now I don’t even care about it.”

Fu Chen remained silent, Tang Lan watched the corners of his eyes drooping, his cheeks were showing a rare blush at this moment, and he said with a thought, "Zijie, do you have any parents at home?"

Fu Chen shook his head: "No, both parents died."

"Sorry." Tang Lan, who originally wanted to change the subject, did not expect to ask about his pain, and felt guilty.

Fu Chen shook his head again and said, "What about you?"

Tang Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "My mother is long gone, but my father is still there, but...it should be about the same as you."

The two of them chatted one after another, and what they said didn't catch their ears, but they tacitly held on to their spirits, answering every question.Be determined not to let the eerie silence of the night spill over into the present moment.

The moonlight penetrated into the window, and the young man took a sip of his wine silently, only feeling that at this time, under the crescent moon, only this strong wine is most similar to this scene, and is the most appropriate.