[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Chapter 38

Riding on the same horse, Zhi Ming held Murong Li in his arms, and drove the horse slowly among the plum trees. Murong Li opened the silk bag he had prepared before setting off, and raised his hand to pick a cluster of plum blossoms, but the other hand went ahead of him. Take it off in one step and place it in front of his eyes.

Murong Li pursed his lips and smiled, took the plum blossoms and put them in the silk bag, Zhi Ming picked another bunch...just like this, until the whole silk bag was full, Murong Li chuckled, "Too many, cook Jiuyuan can't ask for so much."

"It is said that Hanmei is the most tenacious flower that can be proud of wind and snow." Zhi Ming said.

"Indeed."

"I wish the same with you."

The hand holding the silk bag trembled, almost spilling a bag of fragrance, Zhi Ming wrapped his hand around Murongli's hand, and whispered in his ear, "A Li, I will never betray you again."

As soon as he let go of his hand, the bag of cold plums finally fell to the ground, Murong Li bowed his head silently, without saying a word, suddenly broke off Zhi Ming's hand and got off the horse, and Zhi Ming also got off the horse, picking up the silk bag first ,"Give……"

Murong Li didn't take the silk bag, but raised his head and stared deeply at Zhi Ming, then suddenly leaned forward and hugged him, "I don't want to pick up the silk bag."

Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, then frowned instantly, and embraced the person in front of him, "I don't understand."

The person buried between the neck of the black robe pursed his lips and smiled, the warmth overflowing in his heart was something he thought he could not hope for in this life.

A horse and a pair of people carried a bag of Qingfen and returned together. When walking down the hill, Zhiming saw the white catkins and emerald greens from a distance. It was really beautiful, so he asked, "What scene is that?"

Murong Li followed his line of sight, suddenly froze, and said after a while, "It's... the bamboo forest."

"Bamboo forest?" Zhi Ming knew it clearly, "No wonder there are evergreens in the winter snow. The scenery of Yaoguang is really interesting. If Mo Lan sees it, he will be extremely happy."

Zhi Ming didn't see Murong Li responding, but when he turned around, he saw his sad eyes looking at the bamboo forest in the distance, his brows could not help frowning, but slowly relaxed, and said softly, "A Li...what's wrong?"

Murong Li calmed down, before he said calmly, "I just suddenly remembered my flute."

Xiao?Bamboo flute!

"I remember, Mo Lan told me that when Ah Li first came to Tianquan, the bamboo flute was not made of ordinary bamboo, so the sound of the flute is very ethereal and deep."

Murongli lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, "That is the Guling Bamboo Forest, my bamboo flute is made of the bamboo there."

Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li and thought, "It seems that Ah Li hasn't used Gu Ling Xiao for a long time."

Murong Li paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Zhi Ming, "I put it on Xiang Xu Terrace."

"Xiang Xutai?" Zhi Ming was also stunned, "When?"

"Didn't His Majesty know about it before you went to stay there?"

"Your widow..." Zhi Ming was speechless, and said slowly, "After you left... the widow went to Xiangxu Terrace once, but I didn't find it..."

"Is that so..." Murong Li lowered his head.

"If Ah Li wants it, can I get it for you when I go back to China? Or should I write a book now and let them send it to Ah Li?"

"It's hard work, forget it."

"A Li..." Zhi Ming muttered.

Murong Li smiled and said, "It's really not necessary." He glanced at the Gu Ling Bamboo Forest in the distance again, "Gu Ling Xiao should have been at Xiangxu Terrace."

"Gu Lingxiao was supposed to be at Xiangxu Terrace."

Zhiming thought about this sentence in his heart, what does Ah Li mean by this?

On the side, the fine wine brought plum fragrance and radiated warmth on the fire, and a chill came to Zhiming's lips, only to realize that it was Murongli holding the wine glass to his lips, his black pupils narrowed slightly, blurred and shallow Laughing, Zhi Ming drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, smashed his mouth and said, "It's really intoxicating."

Murong Li blushed, put down his glass, picked up the jug to fill a glass, and drank it himself.

Zhi Ming stared at Murong Li with one hand and Zhi Yi, with a smile on his lips.

Murong Li looked at him with a gentle smile, holding the cup to drink, but Zhi Ming snatched the cup and drank it himself, "This wine is very good, Ah Li will pour another glass with the widow."

The hand holding the pot paused, and Murongli finally poured a glass, "Drunkenness hurts your health, so don't drink too much."

"It's okay." The corners of his lips slanted, and Zhi Ming under the flickering lights had a kind of breathtaking charm.

After drinking for three rounds, the person who threatened not to get drunk turned out to be drunk. Murongli quietly looked at the person who was resting on the case with one hand resting on his chest, his cheeks flushed, he hesitated for a long time, finally got up and walked to Zhi Ming's side gently. Calling him, the drunken man fell asleep soundly, babbled a few words and then fell into a deep sleep, Murong Li saw that he was sleeping hard in that position, so he supported his head, put him on the small couch, and brought a sable fur to replace him He closed the cover, stroked his temple hair and sighed quietly.

A few candles in the bedroom were extinguished, and the light suddenly softened. A red shadow was wrapped in a snow-white mink fur, and walked into the night with the sound of the door closing lightly.

Until the sound of footsteps went away, the person who had just slept soundly in the room slowly opened his eyes, looking at the closed door, his eyes became darker.

Zhiming was not drunk, or he was deliberately drunk tonight, otherwise, if he was not drunk, how would that person get away and do what he thought in his heart.

Zhi Ming sighed helplessly, stood up and put on the mink fur of the same color as the night, opened the carved door lightly, and followed the man's footsteps quietly.

In a pavilion in the middle of the lake in Yaoguang Palace, the white sable fur is lined with a touch of water red, and it looks more and more extraordinary on the snowy ground under the moonlight.

Murongli lightly pulled back his clothes, sat down at the stone table, put a red candle on, the torch lightly touched the wick, and a little bright light shone, the wind was a bit strong by the lake, Murongli carefully protected the candle, and set it up The drinking utensils are for him alone, but the glasses for the drinking utensils are paired.

Everything he did fell into the eyes of the man in a corner of the garden, in sable fur.

Maybe we've been together for a long time, and I don't know when it started, but the man in red couldn't avoid his eyes with every frown and frown, even if he casually asked him in the suburbs today, that man was always depressed. , Although I was smiling, my brows were always lingering with a touch of melancholy, and now I am drinking alone here again. Is it during the New Year, missing relatives and friends who have passed away?

It's just that since I miss him, why should I avoid him?

He has promised not to hold him back, so can't you trust him?

Murongli filled two glasses of wine, stared at the pavilion in the middle of the lake for a long time, in the dark bushes, Zhiming accompanied him from a distance like this.

One of the two glasses of wine was finally picked up by Mu Rongli, he raised his head and drank it down, while the other was poured on the table.

Zhiming faintly heard, in the bleak night wind, Murong left his mouth, nostalgic and sad, "This cup is toast to Axu."

Ash!

The black pupils shrank in a daze, Axu...

Xiang, Xu, Taiwan!

"A Li, what's wrong with you, A Li?"

"Come up too fast, a little dizzy."

……

"The king asked you just now, how about living here? Does Ah Li like it here?"

"It's up to the king to arrange, but I don't think the name 'Xizhao' is good."

"What's the name?"

"After the sunset, it will be dark night, why not change the name to Xiangxutai."

In an instant, his heart felt as if flooded, and it took him a long time to recover. Is this A Xu the one that Ah Li has been unable to let go of?

Who is Ash?His brother, mentor, best friend or...

Or was Xiang Xutai just a coincidence?

The warm one is the rising of the sun.Ah Li probably just longed for the dawn after the night, just like his name.

"Who's there!" A group of soldiers came in a hurry in the distance, Zhi Ming was startled, and immediately turned and left the lake.

Murong Li sat in the pavilion, and when the guards approached, he said, "It's my king."

"Your Majesty, forgive me, because the subordinates offended me because I saw a candle in the dark night, I didn't expect it to be my Majesty..."

"It's okay." Murong Li said lightly, "Get up, you are just doing your duty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding," the leading guard paused, and said with concern, "It's cold at night, what is Your Majesty doing here?"

Murong Li glanced at the chief guard, stroking the cup along the road, "Xue Ye is just drinking alone, you guys go down."

The Lord has leisure and elegance, how could they, the courtiers, be able to intervene? The chief guard said a few more words of concern, and then hurried away with a group of pedestrians.

Murongli is left alone here to drink by himself.

Zhi Ming wandered in the palace, thinking about Murong Li, until someone behind him called him "Your Majesty", he came back to his senses and asked, "Who?"

The person who called him saw that he was dressed as a servant, he was not young, and his hair was as white as frost, he should be an old palace man in the palace.

"The widow is not your king, you can see clearly."

The man was bowing and saluting, he was taken aback when he heard the words, then moved closer with his eyes closed and looked carefully, and then said slowly, "Isn't it..." Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something and asked in trepidation, "Your Majesty ...Your Majesty is His Majesty from Heaven?"

Zhiming has always been kind to palace people, but now seeing that the visitor is an elderly person, he can't help thinking of the Taifu, so he said kindly, "Ah, please get up quickly, you are indeed a widow."

The old palace man saluted again before he was willing to get up, and asked slowly, "It's late at night, why is Your Majesty in this wilderness?"

Zhiming raised his eyes and looked around, only to realize that he had reached a secluded small garden at some point, and laughed at himself, "I can't sleep at night, I don't want to get lost, I came to Ah Weng's place, I don't know where this is?"

The old palace man smiled, "Here, it's a place for those old bones like us who can't do errands to live."

Zhi Ming was slightly surprised.

"Although Yao Guang died back then, we refused to leave. Those who were martyred and those who did not want to die stayed in the palace. We were not afraid of death, but we thought that the king would definitely come back. "The old palace man muttered, "Your majesty is indeed back. Hehe, those of us back then, those who could still do things continued to work in the palace, and those who grew old like me were raised in the palace. In the palace, our king is kind!"

Seeing the old palace man talking about Murong Li, Zhi Ming expressed gratitude and respect, and couldn't help but soften his heart, and said to himself, "A Li is actually very kind."

"No, our king is the gentlest person." The old palace man remembered, "My lord has been very gentle since he was a child."

Zhiming was stunned, and his heart was fixed on the word "little" for a long time, before he asked cautiously, "Can you tell me about Ah Li's childhood?"

The old palace man laughed when he heard the words, his face was full of nostalgia, "I really know that, I used to be a member of the king's palace. Although I was not in charge, I was also a close servant." The old palace man sighed Sighing, he recalled, "At that time, Yaoguang had not yet established a kingdom, and the king was still the young master. He was small and looked like a dough ball. He was very noisy. Ever since he could walk, he loved to run around. , a group of us servants chased after him... He always likes to go to the lake, you say what's wrong with falling, you can only chase." Having said that, the old palace man didn't complain at all, on the contrary, he He said kindly, "Later, the young master got older and had playmates, so he always liked to run out of the palace to play. His Taifu ordered someone to block the trail to the north, and he found another one in the south. , "The old palace man couldn't help laughing, "The young master is really smart, he can always find a way to escape, and make the teacher's teacher angry...But our late king was a very enlightened person, Never use etiquette to restrain the young master, saying that a man should be like this, it's okay to be naughty, hahaha..."

The old palace man was in the middle of talking, when he turned his head and saw Zhiming standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but regret that he was so stupid that he would babble to the Lord on a whim, and knelt down to plead guilty.

Zhi Ming suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly helped him up, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Ah Weng is talking about... Ah Li?"

"That's right... How dare a villain lie to His Majesty?" The old palace man observed Zhi Ming's expression, and asked.

Ah Li... His Ah Li is like this?

He doesn't like to laugh, he is indifferent to everything, as if people in the world don't care about him, he doesn't care about him, A Li, who always tells him to govern the country well... can be so mischievous, and he doesn't like it like him Reading, love to escape from the palace.

Is this... really his A Li?

"I have never seen Ah Li like this..." Zhi Ming muttered to himself.

The old palace man also sighed when he heard it, "It's still like this for anyone who experiences the pain of subjugation."

Zhi Ming felt as if he was hit by a thunderbolt in his heart, suddenly, it was a piercing pain.

The old palace man didn't realize it, and continued to sigh, "But overnight, the king's family, the grand master, the martial artists who taught martial arts instruments, and the musicians all left him. Heaven and man are separated forever... who can bear it?" ..."

The pain that pierced his heart didn't dissipate, but penetrated into his bone marrow. He was also a person who experienced the pain of subjugation. He couldn't understand it before, but now he can empathize with it. Even his Ah Li has experienced far more than him. For the ministers who supported him, Tianquan always stood there, and Murongli, the country was really ruined and his family was destroyed, and his relatives died.

"Heh..." Zhi Ming smiled miserably, "The widow actually wanted him to laugh at that time..."

He must be crazy to make Murongli smile at him!

He didn't dare to think about how Murongli survived, "He..." Zhi Ming only felt his heart tremble again and again, he hesitated, "Has he also thought about... martyrdom?"

The old palace man was taken aback, silent for a moment, and nodded.

Sure enough... Zhiming endured the pain and closed his eyes, his clenched fists were painfully pierced by nails, and he said in a dazed way, "I almost never met you..."

The old palace man was startled when he heard the words, glanced at Zhiming cautiously, and then sighed, "Someone saved the king with his own life."

Zhi Ming's heart trembled, "Who?" There was a vague answer ready to come out, but he couldn't believe it.

The old palace man sighed, "The youngest son of the general, Mr. Xu."

Zhi Ming was stunned for a long time before he muttered, "Ah...Xu?"

"Your Majesty knows Mr. Xu?" the old palace man asked.

Zhiming paused, then asked back, "You said he was the son of a general? He saved Ah Li with his own life?"

The old palace man hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Yes, when Tianxuan attacked Yaoguang and cut the weeds and roots, how could he let the king go. It was Mr. Xu and the king who changed clothes and jumped off the tower to hide the truth."

Zhiming returned to Dongyuan in a trance, pushed open the door, there was still a faint smell of wine in the warm room, thinking of the man just now drinking with a gentle smile, his heart felt dull and painful, "Ah Li..." Zhiming murmured With a murmur, it dissipated into the dark night.

The old palace man later said a lot, saying that both Murongli and Axu were born in Liming, the late king named one "Li" and the other "Xu" when he was happy for a while, saying that the two grew up together since childhood , closer than siblings, said that that day, Axu died in front of Murongli...

If Yao Guang is still alive, his whole life should be about being close to him, looking at the world, and cherishing the mountains and rivers. Although he will not live without worries, if he encounters troubles, there will always be someone he is willing to talk to. ...

"A Li... that man gave you his life... what can the widow give you?"

In the dark hall, there was only one person in the black robe, sitting alone, asking himself in silence, the only answer he had was the silence in the night.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the cups and cups were all empty, and the person who was drinking alone was a little drunk, he shook his head, stood up, staggered a little, but smiled warmly, "Axu, this is Zhiming, you believe there are people in the world. Is he such a good person?" Murong Li smiled to himself, sweetly, "I didn't believe it before, but now... I believe him..." As he spoke, he smiled again, and murmured, "Zhi Ming... He clearly said that he would not betray me...hehe," Murong Li looked up at the lonely moon in the sky, his blurred eyes suddenly became clear, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said in a leisurely sentence, "Murong Li will not betray you either."