King's Landing [Rebirth]

In the dead of night, the motorcade didn't have time to go to the town for lodging, so they had to rest halfway. Wang Shuzhi invited Lu Zixiu into the carriage for a chat, and ordered Sima Rong to pour tea and wine beside him.

Lu Zixiu looked at it with distress: "Yuan Sheng..."

"Brother Zuo Wu has a bad memory?" Wang Shuzhi smiled, turned the agarwood Ruyi lightly in his hand, and silently knocked on Sima Rong's forehead, "Now there is no Yuan Sheng, only Wang Yanqing."

Sima Rong asked him to wake him up, stared for a moment, then subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him: "What is the prime minister's order?"

Lu Zixiu saw that Wang Shuzhi's eyes were directly on his, he couldn't help but clenched his heart, and said, "Yan Qing, if you are tired, you might as well rest in the carriage at the back."

Sima Rong didn't feel tired, but the two of them had a lot of fun arguing and refuting, but it sounded very boring to his ears. After sitting for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little sleepy. That car belonged to Lu Zixiu, and he quickly cheered up and replied, "Thank you Mr. Lu, I don't feel sleepy now."

Hearing that he refused cleanly and neatly, Wang Shuzhi's eyes showed obvious joy, he shook his head and sighed: "I fell asleep listening to it again, it seems that my chat with brother Zuo Wu is very boring."

Sima Rong replied: "The prime minister and Mr. Lu are both elegant men, with profound words, and the subordinates are less talented and less learned, so we can't get a glimpse of one or two of them."

"Well, since that's the case, it's boring to sit." Wang Shuzhi Ruyi pointed to the table beside him, "How about you make a picture? It's rare that brother Zuo Wu and I are so speculative. Why don't you make a picture of talking at night while holding candles."

Sima Rong was stunned when he heard this, and his heart beat immediately, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and grind the ink, and finally picked up the pen, feeling like a heavy stone was falling on the end of the pen, and couldn't help but look up at Lu Zixiu.

Lu Zixiu seemed to be paying attention to him all the time, turning his eyes back almost at the same time, with a warm smile on his face, which was supposed to drive away the severe cold, but it made the guilty Sima Rong break into a cold sweat.

Realizing that Wang Shuzhi was also looking at him, Sima Rong hurriedly withdrew his gaze, collected himself, and began to paint without distraction.

The two candlesticks inside the carriage reflected the figures of the three of them overlapping on the four walls, talking and laughing inside the carriage, but everything was silent outside the carriage.

As the night darkened, Sima Rong finished a painting and handed it to Wang Shuzhi.

Wang Shuzhi looked at it with lowered eyes, praised him greatly, and swiped his pen to write the inscription with a smile on his face. Finally, he retracted the pen, picked up the painting and blew it, leaned over to send it to Lu Zixiu, and said with a smile: "It's rare to have such a good time, this painting will be given away as a gift." Give it to Brother Zuo Wu as a souvenir."

When Lu Zixiu saw him so generously inscription for Yuan Sheng, his heart was agitated. Thinking of Yuan Sheng being highly valued now, doubts abounded, but his face was as gentle as ever. Today I got a big deal." As he said, he looked down at the painting, his complexion suddenly changed.

Sima Rong broke into a cold sweat secretly, thinking: For the present plan, I just don't admit what you say.

Wang Shuzhi looked surprised: "What's wrong, Brother Zuo Wu?"

"Uh..." Lu Zixiu raised his eyes, and his probing eyes fell on Sima Rong's face. Seeing that his expression was calm, he hurriedly returned to his smile, "I'm just a little surprised. I can't imagine that Yan Qing's painting skills have disappeared in just a few months." To be diligent so far is not to live up to the prime minister's inscription."

Wang Shuzhi laughed loudly when he heard this: "It's your fault, Yan Qing has been by your side for so long, and yet you underestimated him, wouldn't you be wronged?"

"The prime minister was joking, but the officials didn't underestimate Yan Qing. They were just a little surprised to see that the way the ink is applied in this painting is completely different from the past." Lu Zixiu looked up at Sima Rong with deep eyes, "Yan Qing still remembers When you first painted, what did you paint?"

Sima Rong's mind buzzed, he quickly calmed down, and replied: "It's been so long, don't mention it, just tell the prime minister a joke."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Zixiu laughed to himself and said, "I taught you to draw a white goose in a pond, and when you held the brush, you trembled, and a lot of ink came down, and the white goose was forcibly painted into a gray duck, don't you remember?"

Sima Rong didn't know whether what he said was true or not, so he could only smile vaguely, hoping in his heart that Wang Shuzhi would quickly issue an order to expel the guests.

But Wang Shuzhi didn't say a word, just looked at the two of them with a smile, and tapped his fingertips on the Ruyi handle in a moderate manner.

Lu Zixiu's eyes flickered slightly, and the warmth in the depths of his pupils faded a little. He rolled up the painting with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "It's already late at night, and the officials will not disturb the prime minister's purity."

Wang Shuzhi hurriedly stood up and raised his hand in return.

Lu Zixiu got out of the carriage, stood in the night and sorted out his chaotic thoughts, then returned to his carriage, turned on the painting lamp in his hand to look carefully, and frowned for a long time.

For the next few days, Sima Rong walked on thin ice.

Lu Zixiu smiled gently as always, and cared for him, but said a few words that made it difficult for him to deal with, while Wang Shuzhi was leisurely, although he didn't say anything, but there was more meaning in his eyes.

Fortunately, Sima Rong has always been calm. Although he hated Wang Shuzhi, the instigator, his face was the same as usual. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the two groups of people said goodbye to each other at the fork in the road.

Wang Shuzhi took Sima Rong's cold hands and rubbed them lightly while looking at his expression. Seeing that he had a serious face but his eyes were a little dodgy, he couldn't help but chuckled. After rubbing some warmth, he said in a low voice: : "It's cold outside, get in the car."

Sima Rong asked him to pull into the car, and the guards on both sides looked sideways.

Wang Shuzhi sat down with a flick of his sleeves, poured himself a glass of wine, and said casually, "Yan Qing, you used to be by Lu Zixiu's side, but have you ever seen him making friends with dignitaries in Beijing?"

Sima Rong didn't know where his question came from, although he was uncertain, his tone was very firm: "Young Master Lu's friends are mostly literati and celebrities, and he has never been in contact with the dignitaries in Beijing."

"Oh?" Wang Shuzhi frowned, "Then before that, was he acquainted with King Jing?"

When Sima Rong heard him mention the emperor's brother, his heart lightened slightly, and he hurriedly said, "I'm not familiar with you."

Wang Shuzhi took a sip of the wine, and thought to himself, "That's weird. I see that King Jing is very warm to him, and he seems to have known him for a long time."

Although Sima Rong knew that his thoughts were deep, he didn't expect that the imperial brother's emergency response would make him suspicious. Thinking of Lu Zixiu's temptations to him along the way, he didn't know what guesses he had about himself. Lips, and replied: "I heard that King Jing is a bold person, maybe it was because Mr. Lu voted for him at the Xinting Wenhui, so he regarded him as a good friend."

"Well, that makes sense." Wang Shuzhi nodded, looked up at him, and laughed, "However, you don't even remember the first painting you made, are you missing something else?"

Sima Rong was helpless: "My subordinates remember the matter of painting, but I just said it to embarrass myself, so I didn't answer."

"You misremembered. When I was saying goodbye just now, I specifically asked Lu Zixiu again. He said that the first time you drew was not a goose, but a pair of mandarin ducks."

"..." The corners of Sima Rong's mouth twitched, feeling that his lies were too outrageous, "What do I draw mandarin ducks for?"

"Hahahaha!" Wang Shuzhi laughed, pinching his chin and lifting his face, "Why are you nervous? I was just joking."

Sima Rong: "..."

Wang Shuzhi's smiling eyes deepened, he rubbed his thumb along the contour of his jaw, and his eyes fell on his lips.

Sima Rong's back suddenly became a little stiff, and his heart suddenly felt turbulent, like being in a boat that was about to capsize, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

With a deep smile on his face, Wang Shuzhi raised his other hand, touched his forehead and temples with his fingertips, caressed with a bit of heat, and slowly pressed his palm towards his face.

Sima Rong's stiff back suddenly felt a little dry, his eyes met his, and fell into his meaningful eyes, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

"I do hope that you will forget about the past of the Lu family." Wang Shuzhi's voice is low and deep, completely different from the clear and clear sound of metal and stone colliding on weekdays. , It seems that vines have grown, which can firmly entangle people's spirits and souls.

Sima Rong's gloomy gaze was unavoidable, his throat gradually tightened, seeing his brows and eyes getting closer and closer, the place on his face where he touched it became hot, his hands were clenched by his side, his breathing was a little unsteady , finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and turned his head to avoid it.

Caught off guard, Wang Shuzhi brushed his lips against the side of his face, and the indistinct touch made both of them stunned at the same time.

Sima Rong's complexion was serious, but the bottom of his eyes was a little messy, and the faint crimson color at the base of his ears couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Wang Shuzhi was very close to him, looking around his face, pinching his chin with his hands again, forcing him to turn his face and look at him with a smile.

The breaths of the two were intertwined, Sima Rong took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, leaned back slightly, and distanced himself from him.

Wang Shuzhi leaned over and whispered softly, "Don't hide."

The scorching breath brushed against his lips, and Sima Rong's heart trembled. The moment he was about to touch him, he raised his hand and pushed him away: "Prime Minister, please respect yourself."

Wang Shuzhi didn't seem to care about his words, and his smile continued: "What are you worried about?"

"The subordinates don't understand the meaning of the prime minister, but they only know that it is very inappropriate for the prime minister to get too close."

Wang Shuzhi smiled deeply: "It's good to pretend to be confused. You can understand Lu Zixiu's feelings, don't you understand mine? This is rejecting me?"

Sima Rong opened his mouth, but the word "yes" was stuck in his throat, unable to utter it, and finally he pursed his lips tightly, his expression serious, as if he was acquiescing.

As long as Wang Shuzhi waited, Sima Rong remained silent for a long time. In the silence, only the sound of horseshoes and wheels could be heard.

The two stood in a stalemate for a long time, which was finally broken by a bird song in the air. Wang Shuzhi's eyes darkened, with a smile still on his lips, and he held his hand on his chest: "If you don't speak, I will pretend that you didn't refuse."

Sima Rong: "..."