King's Landing [Rebirth]

Recently, Wang Shuzhi would play chess with Sima Rong every night, but when he mentioned the issue of staying overnight, he would be greeted with cold eyebrows. Thinking about the inconvenience of being at home now, and the fact that the time is not yet ripe to make it too obvious, he I had no choice but to compromise, but I wished I could just hang on all night.

Wang Shuzhi twirled the chess piece between his fingers, but his eyes were firmly locked on Sima Rong's face. After a few rounds, his heart gradually became restless. Like the dark night, in the end, he really didn't want to play chess, so he dropped the chess piece and said with a low laugh, "Haven't you seen the painting I sent you today?"

"No." Sima Rong looked up at him, knowing that he didn't intend to continue, so he put away the chessboard.

Wang Shuzhi looked around, got up and took the painting, sat down beside him, handed the painting in front of him, and looked at him with a smile: "Open it and have a look, see if you like it?"

Sima Rong glanced at him, took it and opened it slowly.

The courtyard in the painting is covered with snow, and the eaves of the vegetation are outlined with a few brush strokes. The sky and the earth are integrated into one color, setting off the silhouette of the man in the green shirt who is as tall as a pine. Looking far away, it implies the taste of being independent from the world.

Sima Rong's eyes trembled slightly. He had seen all the paintings in Wang Shuzhi's study, and he knew that he wrote like a human being. He looked leisurely, but in reality he was fierce, but the painting in his hand was completely different. Every part of the ink was soft and soft. It must make his heart palpitate, lingering, silky, just a painting, but it seems to have a soul, stretched out a hand, and scratched his heart gently.

Wang Shuzhi's eyes were dark, he stared at his side face closely, seeing him in a daze, he couldn't help but slowly approached: "Yan Qing..."

Sima Rong was startled by the sudden voice in his ears, his eyes were so flustered that he didn't know where to put it, he lowered his eyes and hurriedly rolled up the scroll, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Prime Minister, I like it very much."

Wang Shuzhi hastily pressed his hand, then clenched it tightly to prevent him from moving, and asked, "Is your injury healed?"

"..." Sima Rong didn't know why, so he collected himself, "Yes."

Wang Shuzhi looked at him with a faint smile: "Then am I taking advantage of others now?"

Sima Rong was taken aback, and got up quickly, but couldn't break free from his hand. Seeing him looking up at him with a smile, there was a deep determination in that smile, as if he had already thought about his thoughts very thoroughly, and suddenly felt helpless. Uncovered, he quickly turned his eyes away: "It's late at night, the prime minister should go back and rest."

Wang Shuzhi was like a rascal, holding on to his hand tightly: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes." Sima Rong should be straightforward, twisted his wrist, and added, "A subordinate is not as powerful as the prime minister, and the prime minister has always been taking advantage of others' danger by using such force to bully others."

Wang Shuzhi laughed when he heard this, and got up and approached him, forcing him to take half a step back, and hurriedly stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and the two of them pressed their chests tightly together.

Sima Rong resisted this posture a little, but with a shadow enveloping him, he smelled the familiar quiet air, but forgot to resist for a moment, and his breath suddenly sank a little.

"Yan Qing, why do you always reject me?" Wang Shuzhi looked straight at him with deep eyes, and raised his hand to touch his thin cheek, rubbed his thumb lightly, and heard his slightly hurried breath, his heart ached. As if being teased, she withdrew her hesitant gaze and leaned over to kiss her.

Startled, Sima Rong hurriedly broke free, turned around and took two quick steps, quickly opened the door, took a deep breath into the cold night outside, and turned to look at Wang Shuzhi.

Wang Shuzhi's smile faded away, his face darkened: "I thought you would like this painting very much..."

"The subordinates really like it."

"And the affection in the painting."

Sima Rong was dumbfounded.

Wang Shuzhi walked up to him, looked at the willow branches that had not yet sprouted in the courtyard, and said with a sad expression, "Yan Qing, although I don't know what is going on in your heart or why you reject me several times, but I can see that, You are not without me."

Sima Rong didn't expect him to say this while standing at the door, he was a little speechless, he was silent for a moment, and respectfully said: "It's getting late, Prime Minister, let's go back and rest."

Under the moonlight, Wang Shuzhi stared at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, the days will be long, I will wait slowly." Then he lifted his foot and stepped out the door.

Sima Rong silently watched his back gradually drifting away in the night, a big emptiness suddenly felt in his heart, like a mountain collapsed, his heart ached, the pain made him pale, his brows furrowed, he even subconsciously walked out the door, and Shengsheng stopped in his tracks and stood under the eaves in a daze for a long time.

In the next few days, Wang Shuzhi didn't take a step further, but looked at him with deeper eyes day by day. Even when he smiled, there was a strong emotion in his eyes that couldn't be melted away.

Sima Rong's mind tensed up, and he felt like he had nowhere to hide.

When it was time to go to Yongkang County, when Wang Yunzhi heard the news, he was suddenly curious, and insisted on pestering Wang Shuzhi, insisting on following the past. Wang Shuzhi had a headache: "What are you going to do? Drinking with King Yongkang? Am I going to Touring mountains and rivers."

Wang Yunzhi refused to let go: "I don't need to follow you into Yongkang Palace, but I haven't been to Yongkang County yet, I want to go there and have a look. If you don't take me there, I will go there by myself!"

After several entanglements, Wang Shuzhi was defeated, so he had to add another carriage, and sent some other parts to accompany him for protection. After everything was settled, he pulled Sima Rong into the carriage, and the woman who was picked out was settled behind. in a carriage.

Yongkang County is not far away, and a large group of people arrived there soon, and temporarily stayed at the post house. Wang Shuzhi sent someone to deliver a greeting card to the Yongkang Palace. People go to prepare rich food and wine.

The next day, Wang Shuzhi ordered someone to take good care of Wang Yunzhi, while he himself, accompanied by two followers, took Sima Rong and the woman out of the post house, thinking that if Yongkang Wang is really a hidden person, I am afraid that the whole His eyes and ears are everywhere in Yongkang County, so he turned to the woman and said, "Come here."

The woman was left in the cold by him all the way, and she was depressed for a long time, but when she heard his clear voice, her pair of watery eyes suddenly brightened, and she hurriedly smiled and leaned towards him, cuddling close to his side.

On the other side, Sima Rong's heart tightened, and then he cast his gaze into the distance with a calm expression.

Wang Shuzhi glanced at him sideways, lowered his head slightly, vaguely saw that the hands under his sleeves were clenched tightly, and suddenly thought it was funny, so he raised his sleeves and gently embraced the woman, and said in a low voice, "I will be in front of King Yongkang later." , don’t be restrained.” After speaking, he withdrew his arm.

The meaning of these words was already very obvious, the woman was overjoyed when she heard it, she quickly smiled and nodded in response, and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him, her admiration was beyond words.

Sima Rong frowned, wanted to stop, but held back.

After going all the way in this way, the Yongkang Palace is close at hand.

From the corner of Sima Rong's eyes, he saw that the woman was getting bolder and getting closer, wishing she could snuggle into Wang Shuzhi's arms, but Wang Shuzhi didn't seem to see her, his heart was pulled hard suddenly, and he couldn't help but stop.

Wang Shuzhi has been paying attention to him, stopped hastily, turned his head and saw his pale face, his expression changed drastically: "Yan Qing, what's wrong with you?"

Sima Rong gritted his teeth, suddenly hated himself a little, and quickly smiled at him: "I suddenly feel unwell, I'm afraid I won't be able to go in with the prime minister."

Seeing that the blood on his face had faded, Wang Shuzhi was flustered, regretting his behavior just now, his stomach was green, he grabbed his arm and said nervously: "There is a doctor in the posthouse, I will take you back."

"No need." Sima Rong shook his head and brushed his hand away, "It's not a serious problem, the subordinate can go back by himself."

"How can this work! I..."

Before Wang Shuzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice behind him: "The prime minister has had a hard journey, and the master ordered this old slave to welcome you here, and invite the prime minister to enter the mansion for a glass of thin wine."

Wang Shuzhi turned his head, looked at his clothes and guessed that the person who came was the steward of the palace, and was about to find an excuse to say that he would come to visit another day, when he saw a middle-aged man with a beard swaying vainly. become similar.

Wang Shuzhi hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects: "I pay my respects to King Yongkang."

King Yongkang seemed to be half-drunk, smiled and raised his hand: "The Prime Minister's coming here really makes me radiant! Please come in quickly!" He tripped over the threshold and almost fell, but the attendants on the left and right caught him up in time.

Seeing Wang Shuzhi turning his head, Sima Rong hurried forward two steps: "Prime Minister, go in quickly, your subordinates will be fine."

King Yongkang came out to greet him in person, and even though Wang Shuzhi had great power, he couldn't face him. Seeing that Sima Rong's face had recovered a bit, he was still worried after all, so he ordered his followers to send him back, and finally went up the steps worried.

Seeing that he had forgotten herself, the woman looked disappointed, sighed in her heart, picked up her skirt and followed closely.

The steward came down and said, "You guys, please come in with this old slave."

Sima Rong felt upset, so he said to the two followers: "You don't need to accompany me, just go in, so that the prime minister won't miss you when he has orders."

Seeing that he spoke neatly and didn't look sick at all, the two followers followed his words.

Sima Rong turned around and left alone, and stopped after walking a few steps. He felt a tightness in his chest, raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows, and sighed. Voice: "Please inform Yongkang King, Grand Administrator Xie of Guangyang, to see you."

Sima Rong almost tripped himself, hurried to the corner to look back, and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar get out of the carriage, he recognized it for a long time, and couldn't help being stunned.

Guangyang prefect Xie Zhuo, isn't this his own uncle!What is he here for?

Sima Rong stood there waiting for a long time, and finally waited for the group of people to be welcomed in. After a while, he also walked out of the wall, walked to the gate, and said to the guard at the gate, "I am the one who accompanied the prime minister earlier. ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and the guards at the door had changed a group of people without making a sound.

One person glanced at him: "Is there a greeting card?"

"Uh... the Prime Minister has already submitted the greeting card."

"The prime minister handed over the greeting card, what does it have to do with you?"

"I came here with the prime minister, but I was delayed by something just now, so I didn't go in."

The guard sneered, only taking him to be talking nonsense, and ignored him.

Seeing that they couldn't get in, Sima Rong sighed helplessly, stood there for a while, then suddenly felt moved, turned around and left, passed by the tailor shop all the way, and hurried in.

The clerk in the shop immediately greeted him: "This young man wants to buy a long gown?"

Sima Rong glanced around, smiled and said, "No, Ru Qun."