Chu, Han and early Han Dynasty

(61)

After the Dai Wang ascended the throne, my uncle Sun Yuan and I were dismissed from the positions of servants. I thought that such sensitive identities would also be demoted. Ting Wei.

They used to be inseparable, but now they hardly see each other a few times a month because of their different affiliations.On the contrary, with the prime minister, he never looked up and looked down all day long.He always finds out a lot of trivial matters and throws them to me to deal with, and then he sees me gnashing my teeth to deal with him not far away, with a sly and meaningful smile.

But that day, he rarely fell asleep leaning on the table, and when I stood awkwardly aside with the bamboo slips in my hands and thought about whether to wake him up, he opened his mouth and his pupils were clear.

——Aren’t you playing with me again?

"Chang Shi," he propped his chin, seeing that I was reluctant to sit down in front of him, but I didn't smile inexplicably as usual, my expression was indifferent, but it was rare serious, "Give the sword to me. Let it go."

After being stunned for a while, I finally understood what he was referring to. I took the sword to the palace shortly after it hung at home, and it was still placed with Ling Xu Hengchen.Back then he refused to meet me, and both of them knew the reason in their hearts, but now that he personally asks for it, then...

"promise."

He just laughed like that, and the teasing meaning in his words was the same as back then: "Why, don't you want to?"

He is really old, his beard and hair are all white, his forehead and the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, but his pupils are still clear, so he can still see the spirit of the past.Calculated, it has been seven years since his father passed away. He was already about the same age as his father, but now he is more than seventy years old, and he has already passed... the year of knowing his destiny.

"Prime Minister..."

"You should call your father." He was quite pleased to see me stunned for a moment, and after explaining, he couldn't help teasing with his eyes, "When your father met my wife when he was looking for Huang Shigong, she knocked him unconscious and sent him to the hospital to test my loyalty. The wedding car...it was actually your father who walked with Ping at the ceremony back then."

It's a dumbfounding fact.

"Do you still remember that painting?" He was quite interested.

"It was that day..."

"Exactly."

"Then...then you make a bet with me!"

"Just... try."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, he raised his hand to touch my forehead, and stroked my temple hair gently, his movements were rare and gentle.Then he listened to him, with three points of determination and seven points of clarity: "Actually...you are not like your father."

"...Pijiang knows. Pijiang..."

"You look like Ping."

"...Don't put gold on your face!"

"Hey, just tell the truth."

"...You, you will go to see him."

"inevitable."

"And that sword..."

"You don't want Hengchen Lingxu if you give it to me."

"Will leave."

"nature."

"Will...leave me."

He smiled lowly, but his eyes were gentle and caring.After the phase, all those cold eyes of his have been suppressed, but it is not known whether it is due to the passage of time or the phase.

"Yes, will leave.

"No one can be with you for the rest of your life. I, you, and your father all understand it. However, knowing it doesn't mean you can understand and accept it, but you will be familiar with that feeling after all. Immediately, you will be indifferent and clear.

"There will be countless departures and growths, growths and departures. I'm afraid you have already realized it... Yun Jue."

When he called out the word Yunjue, I was not surprised, but just puzzled, and before asking, he pretended to be omniscient as if he saw through my mind: "I saw it, I guessed it...of course I heard it. "

"..."

"Yun Jue." He called again, with a sly and comfortable expression, "Go and get the sword... Hey, I'm here to treat you."

Ben was angry and funny, but when he turned his back, his eyes were still astringent: "No."

"You still owe the plain sentence 'Father'."

"……only."

Liu Hong asked who he was.I also ask myself who he is to me.Now it is the final parting, what will be told is only the attachment and intimacy after more than [-] years of absence.

"Father."

Author: "Book of Rites · Yuzao": "Father's order is called, but there is no promise."It means: when children answer their father's words, they should use Wei instead of Nuo, because Wei can express respect more than Nuo.

Add another sentence... "My father is gone, so I can't read my father's book, Tezawa Cunyan Er."

(62)

I don't have much impression of the prime minister's funeral, the only thing that stands out is Chen Mai's almost blank expression.After that, he and his elder brother disappeared for more than a month. After that, the relationship between the two didn't seem to change. After that... Chen Mai passed away.

When Chen Hui delivered the letter, I was still far away, and I couldn't make out what he said, but Zhang Buyi's face gradually became hollow, sad and desperate.

Only at this moment can I predict that there is indeed a friendship between the two of them, but the inhalation and breathing are too deep to be noticed, and it is only when I really lose it that I realize the weight of half of my body.The sister-in-law and nephews don't know each other well, and life goes on.But I know that he once couldn't wake up and gasp in a dream in the middle of the night, that will be the nightmare of his life, and there is no way to escape it.

(63)

finally?Why the end?For me, the death of life is the end; Yu Zhang does not doubt that it is the end when I lose the throne—the end of pain, the beginning of ordinary.I still remember his response when he learned of the tautology, the involvement that he never had, the emotion that he never showed.And when I saw him put on the tautology clothes, and even raised his sword to slash at my shoulder in order to get away with it, I realized that after Chen Mai's death, he might put all his hopes on the tautology.

He has long since forgotten himself, and he is even willing to die for it.

I can't do anything.Zhang Pijiang was at his wit's end, and Zhang Pijiang, who was regarded by Zhang Buji as a strategy for the whole army, was at his wit's end. He couldn't think of any way except sacrificing others, but that person couldn't be Zhang Buji.

But I can't stop it.I watched him leave helplessly, he was only in his thirties, but he was still staggering a bit.Some people grow up, some people grow old, he is thirty and five, and I am 28 years old.

The name of Marquis Liu has been handed down for only 26 years.

(64)

When I came out of my hiding place, I was probably taken aback by the tautology.I didn't mention what I saw just now, but said slowly: "Play chess with me again."

I take the white stones, repeat the words and stick to the black first.He is not good at chess, and he has never even tied me for many years.What's more, at this moment, he is already impatient and unable to concentrate on the chess game.Even if he is allowed to have more sons, after a while, the great opportunity that the sunspots have taken has been lost, and the white sons have a large country, and the victory will be divided.

He held Heizi in his hands and said nothing, almost giving me a self-defeating attitude to say victory or defeat to me.But I still sat upright and waited silently for him to make a move, until he finally couldn't bear it and shouted: "You still have the heart to play chess!"

"Why don't you come down?"

"You—" He didn't expect me to ask me this way, and he was stunned before he said angrily, "You should go and save him! According to your official position as the prime minister, there is only one person——"

"Then, that's what you think?" I laughed lowly, "At home...ah, the place to live has something to do with it, and it's fine if you take a risk...is that so?"

The hands on my knees were clenched, and I could almost hear my joints clamoring for a moment.He got up silently, I called him, and asked again: "How can I not lose this round?"

He was silent.

"Constrained within the game, the general situation is gone, and there is no chance of turning the tables. However, those who are outside the game will not change because of it. There are still two methods, one-"

With a loud "crash", the chessboard fell to the ground, black and white were scattered all over the board, and the situation just now could no longer be discerned.I folded my sleeves and stood up, pointed to the mess on the ground and said to him: "The chess game is destroyed, the winner and loser are not heard, it can be won or lost, no one knows - and here, you know who uses it."

"The second...why."

"Secondly, plan with your body." Pulling out the hairpin on his crown, Xin pointed to Zhongyan's neck—he was already half a head taller than me, but he still looked like a child who couldn't grow up, "threatener, restrain his wings .Threats are coerced, interests are lured, so... a draw."

(65)

Ting Wei, in charge of Xing Pi.

"Yuan... can only do this for you."

The two stopped at the prison gate, Uncle Sun Yuan lowered his eyes as if apologizing, I shook my head and said in a low voice, "Young Master has helped me too much."

"But helpless..." He took out an official seal from his pocket, "If you want to check the internal history, it doesn't matter in the name of Yuan."

"No need... Seriously." Seeing him frowning, I emphasized my tone, "I will look into the internal history, but in your name, although it will not be concealed, it will involve you—besides, there is one matter now, which can only be done Please, Young Master."

"What's the matter?"

"Until I...until the pardon is issued, the death penalty is exonerated, and stay with my brother—don't let him meet with his family, don't let him...get any news from the outside world."

(66)

According to the tautology, he originally went out to get acquainted with the doctor, and then made friends with the internal history through the doctor.Unexpectedly, the internal history of Chu had met Han Xin before, and he said that although his face was not exactly the same as Han Xin's, there were three points of similarity, so he became suspicious.Later, he did not know why he found out the truth, and after drinking, he talked with the doctor and wanted to report to His Majesty...

And I can't find it.There are many fragmentary materials in the internal history study room, but nothing decisive.Not only that, but the careful theory is nothing but speculation, although the Zhang family is not a dignitary today, but after being a hero, how can he be easily moved.

——Then, there is only one solution left.

(67)

The hands were cold and numb, and the fingertips were deeply embedded in the palms before they felt a bit of pain.After leaving the Neishi Mansion, I was almost at a loss walking in the streets and alleys, not knowing where to go.

The master said that only in extreme danger can he enter the game.And when it is extremely dangerous, how can we not enter it.The family business is in crisis, and Zhang's survival is extremely dangerous.Entered the game, but found that I had been trapped in the game for a long time, at a loss.

It is only now that I realize that most of the strategies I have made are based on myself, no matter in terms of youth or appearance, active or forced.But now the people who play chess with me are no longer on the same level as others. I have the intention to control each other, but I have no plan to balance it.

why?

for what?

(68)

When he stopped, there was already a long history in front of him.Laughing at himself for having nowhere to go but here, he pushed the door open and entered.

All the objects brought by Zhong Nan back then were transferred here. The silk scroll was placed on the shelf, and the double swords were tightly sealed and hidden in the bottom of the box together with the clothes, and they were not taken out again after many years.When the white clothes were picked up, there were already cracks, and it was easily broken into pieces of cloth, but the sword was still the same.Lingxu is light and light, Hengchen is thick and heavy, the two are different...combined into one person.

Twice the weight of an ordinary sword, although I tried my best to delay it five years ago, I still saved a sword to confront Lu Chan.If it wasn't for Shusun Yuan's flute sound like weeping, if he hadn't held a bow and used the emperor's order to control Liu Zhang, we would all be dead souls.Hengchen was too heavy for his father to use, but for some reason the man gave him Hengchen.Thinking about it, he wiped it with a rag beside him, brushed the tip of the sword with his index finger, and a slight red mark was faintly visible.

(69)

Sleepless all night.At dawn the next day, I hurried to Weiyang Palace.Today is not the day of the imperial court. When I asked to see His Majesty, the reply I got was that His Majesty was dealing with government affairs and had no time to meet.

No time?I'm afraid it's just unwillingness.Can't help but smile wryly, still stand up straight and wait in the outer hall.The lingering restlessness gradually subsided, leaving only clarity.

And how long I stayed there, I can't remember clearly - that was close to punishment.When I was called into the Xuanshi Hall, my surroundings had already turned black, and I tried to move, only to feel numb and stiff all over.

- This is promised.

(70)

Except for Liu Heng, there was no one else in the Xuanshi Hall, he just smiled casually when he saw me coming, and said, "What's the matter with Chang Shi?"

Eyebrows, words, are all gentle, worthy of the title of "benevolent monarch".And benevolence, who can be truly benevolent?Liu Ying's heir died tragically, and the princes and kings gradually decreased...and, now.

"I came here because of Marquis Liu's assassination of Nei Shi." I can't afford to worship again, "I implore Your Majesty, for the merits of Marquis Wen Cheng and Zhang's many years of service, spare the lives of Zhang's family."

If you can't find it in the internal history, that is the worst solution - it has been submitted to Liu Heng.Han Xin was punished by the three tribes of the barbarians, while the prime minister Liuhou disobeyed, and his descendants sheltered him, which was unforgivable.It coincided with repeating the murder of the internal history, and Liu Hou did not doubt the scapegoat, which was the opportunity to eradicate it.

"Get up."

When I finally got up, he randomly took a silk book from the case, looked at it indifferently, and said: "If this is the case, wouldn't Chang Shi Xun Tingwei be better. According to Chen Chengxiang, everyone has his own decision... "

"But," I said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty knows who he is."

A corner of the curtain was torn suddenly, and the concealment, delay, and ignorance were instantly reduced to zero, leaving only the bloody threatening transaction.

He unfolded the silk book at will, and the ink marks on the old cloth were clear, which seemed to be Xiangguo's handwriting: "If you know it, you shouldn't let it go."

But only in the blink of an eye.The long sword in the sleeve tore through the air and whizzed out, as if it had been calculated that it would reach Liu Heng's throat - but it was with a scabbard.Liu Heng raised his right hand slightly, and the surroundings became silent for a moment, and put it down, his expression was as calm as ever: "Chang Shi, what do you mean?"

One word at a time: "You also know Mrs. Zhang is loyal."

"Of course." He smiled easily, but there was no smile in his pupils, "But, what is the proof?"

Heng Chen folded his hands in front of him, I fixed my gaze on him and said, "Your Majesty, you know what this is."

Just a glance: "The sword bestowed by Emperor Gao, Hengchen."

"Also known as Chi Xiao."

Out of the scabbard, the original silver-white sword turned out to be red all over, with black seal characters engraved densely from the hilt to the middle of the sword body, where it was engraved with a jade seal.

——"The ovary is ordered. In the Ming Dynasty, you must not mess with the rules and regulations, and the position of the eldest son must not be changed. However, the queen is fierce, full of Confucianism and weak, fearing that the Lu Lu will mess up the discipline, and the great Han will fall into the hands of thieves. I want to entrust the heavy responsibility to the Man, I know Zifang’s heart of retiring, but what I think, Xiao He is too cautious, Cao Shen lives far away, Zhou Bo is decisive, Wang Ling is stupid and straightforward, Chen Ping is very cunning, and there is no one to entrust except Qing. So I beg, and the book orders Chi Xiao, recast Hengchen, and those who use this sword will kill the rebellious emperor at the top, and behead the ministers at the bottom. Be careful! Be careful! Liu Bang personally wrote."

"Based on this, is it enough?"

Don't say anything.

"Also, it is said that 'Liu' is the ancient character 'Liu'. Liuhou is also Liuhou." He grasped the blade of the sword tightly, blood gushed out of his palm, he knelt down with his backhand, and the long sword in his hand sank into the ground for a moment There is more than a foot, "Now Hengchen Chixiao returns, and Liuyi returns, and there is no such person in the world who repeats it—correspondingly, redeem Zhang's life and freedom." He looked up, but the king who was the same age as him waited silently: " Your Majesty, is this enough?"

In the end, he smiled very lightly.

"allow."

(71)

Leaving the palace, will leave.Returning to Chang Shi's residence, I have nothing to take away except Ling Xu and the picture scrolls that have been preserved for many years.By coincidence, I pushed open the door of Shusun Yuan's room.In a minimalist room, except for the bamboo flute on the shelf, there are no decorations.Recalling the xiao music he played that day, he couldn't help but raised his hand to take it down, and tried to play it, but it was just whimpering, not a tune.

When I was young, I used my father as a teacher to learn all kinds of things, but only this flute, which I have never touched for some reason.So much so that Uncle Sun Yan was surprised when he heard that that day, and laughed at me for not being romantic—he was ridiculed by me for not being a Confucian scholar.Shaking his head helplessly, he put the Xiao back to its original place.Pushing the door out, it was already daylight.

And Shusun Yan was standing not far away, with a pardon in his hand, his face was pale and he was still panting, he must have come in a hurry.

"Shaoqing..." At this moment, he hesitated.He raised his steps and wanted to run, as before, and even hugged him, but just took a step, and heard him say: "Don't come closer."

They froze there.He tried his best to smile, and said: "I got the pardon... I guessed that you are here."

"for……"

"Don't come any closer."

"I--"

"Otherwise... I won't be able to let you go again."

For a moment, the breathing was dull, and the hand that was about to reach out was withdrawn in a daze.

"few……"

"It's easy to say, let you go--" It is still the usual peaceful tone, and the emotions are well restrained, but it runs counter to the words, "Yuan--"

Can't give up.

"It should be when you leave, to find the world you should live in.

"As for me, I am destined to live in Chang'an, marry a wife and have children, although I am not the eldest son and do not inherit the family business, I should still be an official for an ordinary life.

"I originally thought that if you survived Mingjun, you could be here. Even if I am not your confidant, I can still be by your side.

"But you shouldn't be here after all.

"So, go away, don't come closer." The expression was still smiling, but it was blurred into crying in the haze.

"Don't make me try to keep you—don't let me show my true feelings."

(72)

And I, have I ever really thanked you...

(73)

The wooden house has been unoccupied for many years, and it is decayed everywhere and almost collapsed.After being dazed for a long time, he put his arms full of cloth on the ground, took out a flint and lit it.They are all old things, they will burn if touched by sparks, and even the house will be buried in a sea of ​​flames after a while.I was right at the air outlet, and the smoke made me lean over and cough again and again, without any more tears.He straightened up, saw a person standing in front of him, his hair was as white as snow, and he called softly, "Yun Jue."

"Chi...Master, but here, did you take Yunjue away?"

He chuckled and nodded slowly.When he smiled, I realized that he was somewhat similar to my father, peaceful and gentle, not as solemn as I saw when I was young.Stretching out his hand, he heard someone shouting, "Pijiang."

Call again, Yun Jue.

Again, how do you know?It seems that I have recalled a lot, such as Zhiyu, mutual protection, looking from afar, concealment, alienation, incomprehension, and then I am relieved.The people beside him were humming, which were the only timbre words left in the initial memory of life.

——There are rabbits and pheasants, and pheasants are away from 罿.

So easily, sing on.

"At the beginning of my life, there was no mediocrity; after I was born, all kinds of evils happened. I still have sleep and no hearing."

No more regrets.

It is clearly the end of the first life and the birth of the first life.Turning your back and bowing to say goodbye, but the person who left and the person who was treated have already met each other.

This road is endless, and there is no return date.

The author has something to say: [Asshole, I finally finished writing!Don't ask me why the Pijiang chapter is longer than the Busu chapter!I'm really sorry if there are traces of rush work in the back!There is also an ending that makes people complain to death, please look forward to it! 】