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In the evening, Minghua hosted a banquet for Tak Khan.It was supposed to be a luxurious meal, but Jing'er said that she just wanted to have a normal family dinner for siblings.So there is no pomp and no delicacies.It's just Jing'er and his wife, and Minghua and I, four people at a table.Although the feast is not so simple, it can be simple.And I will attend, no matter who it is, it is more or less unexpected.What's even more surprising is that I, who have always talked less, chatted with Tak Khan like a thousand cups of wine with a bosom friend.

We talked about their country's humanistic beliefs, folk customs.Also talked about the scenery flowers and birds.He also talked about the origin of their country, and their past and present.It also talked about which hero was made and whose life was destroyed in the battle of their country.Regarding this, Tak Khan admired: "Master You, did you pay attention to our country?"

I said: "I just glanced at the history books when I have nothing to do." To be honest, the records in the history books are not all that I have seen.

Probably because the conversation with me was too speculative. For the next ten days, Tak Khan came to chat with me almost every day.Then we went from the rough talk at the beginning to the in-depth talk of toasting under the moon.We not only talked about the country of Tak, but also about other countries, and we also talked about the world situation.And the last day we talked about me.

Under the moon, in the garden of Minghua, Tak Khan drank a cup with pride. He was a little drunk and then a little sober: "The world only said that Du Hongyuan was born with absolute beauty, but no one said that he was talented. Can beat the emperor!"

He has a glass of wine with pride, and I drink a pot of tea lightly.He laughed and said: "People in the world only think that Tak Khan's qualifications are mediocre, and it is difficult to be a king. In fact, he is a rare genius from the perspective of the past and the present!" So jealous, and married Jing'er, whom he loved in every way, to him.

After drinking another glass of wine, he said lightly: "Then if you and I join forces, wouldn't we be invincible?" I remained silent, staring at the moon.Seeing that I am silent, Tak Khan is not talking either.But before leaving, he asked me: "Young Master You, after this friendship, can you and I be considered bosom friends?"

I replied: "You are the confidant I rarely seek in this life."

He asked again: "Then if I have something to ask in the future, Mr. You will help me?" Then there was silence again, and in the silence, he waited for my answer.

I don't know when the tea cools down, it's even colder than the night breeze.In front of you is a fairyland of autumn chrysanthemums full of good wishes.These flowers were specially planted by Minghua for me in the spring of this year, and they withered a lot at that time, so I thought they would not bloom this year, and I never thought they would bloom unexpectedly.I looked at it, and wanted to say that Random Flowers and Graduating Desires are charming eyes.But what I saw was the desolate and desperate intention of the remnants of flowers and willows.Stretching out my palm and picking off a white and tender petal, I can see how my wood-gray shirt blooms with cold light under the moon, and how I hold the cold light in my hand, becoming a sharp blade that hurts Minghua.I said lightly: "Since you are a confidant, you should help me with all your strength." After hearing my words, Tak Khan left happily.

"I didn't expect you to be Du Hongyuan..." When Minghua and I sent Jing'er and his wife away the next day, Jing'er, who hadn't talked to me for more than ten days, stood beside me and said.The bitter words contained her stupidity back then.Later she told me that at that time, she only felt that she was forcing death without knowing it, like a clown, and Minghua and I were spectators watching her juggling.Otherwise, how could she turn a blind eye to what Tak Khan did.

I didn't look up at her, and I could only say: "I'm sorry..." In this life, I owe her, owe her love, and owe her love.

After sending Jing'er away, Minghua pushed me back to the courtyard.Parents happened to be away, Xiang'er Ning'er saw the situation and walked away wisely.So of course only me and Minghua are left in the courtyard.I want to say that the timing is good, the scenery is also good, it is the most suitable for romance, but I said in a bad way: "Hongyuan's turbid tea is not good for hospitality, and the emperor is busy with state affairs, so there will not be more emperors here... " Then he sent Minghua back to his Yaoqing Palace.That dark blue shirt is elegant and desolate, lonely.I saw nothing but pleasure and irony.When Ning'er came back, she sighed: "Master Du, what happened to you and the emperor? You were so affectionate back then..."

I touched my pair of useless legs without saying a word.Maybe the love back then was real, but now these useless legs are also real.

At night, I dreamed again.In the dream, there were peach blossoms scattered all over the world. I saw my peach-pink shirt standing beside the peach tree with tears in my eyes, watching a man leave heroically, and I heard him say to me: "Wait for me!" , I can't see his face clearly.But this time, he looked back with a sweet smile, and I could clearly see the warmth between his brows and eyes. It was a taste that I couldn't explain clearly, familiar and strange at the same time.She wanted to get closer and see his face more clearly, but as soon as she took a step, he disappeared into thin air.

Opening my eyes, I mocked myself in the dream, wondering if the person in the dream was Ming Hua.So what if you want to say yes?so what?None of it matters now.Perhaps because of thinking like this, I have never had this disturbing dream since then.

Half a year later, in the warm spring of March, a snow-white pigeon landed in my lonely courtyard.Xiang'er picked it up and said, "This pigeon is so beautiful, Mr. Du, how about we keep it?" I drank tea and said nothing, acquiescing.Xiang'er happily put it in the cage, and Ning'er teased Xiang'er that she would roast the pigeon and give it to my parents to eat.Xiang'er replied to her: "Inhumane!" Ning'er laughed heartily.

When the night was quiet, I took the pigeon out, spread its wings, found the feather I wanted, and plucked it.From the slender quill, he pulled out a small note.I have to admit that Tak Khan is cautious. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid no one would find this note in my life.

"I want to make a great fortune, can you help me achieve this great cause?" The meaning of a line on the note is clear and straightforward.I want to say that these words are as I wish, and even more as my heart, so I wrote back, "I will follow my confidant".So, from then on, at midnight on the first day of every month, a white dove would land in front of my window.In this way, in my plan with Tak Khan, it was another year of silence.But there is no impenetrable wall in the world, I vaguely feel that Minghua knows about it.

This day is my father's birthday, Minghua sent someone to the small courtyard, saying that he would celebrate my father's birthday.My father wanted to decline, but the sacred will cannot be violated, he had no choice but to bow down and thank you, dressed in formal attire with my mother, and took me to see Minghua.I understood very well in my heart that Ming Hua wanted to find a chance to meet me.

Then, there are rich delicacies on the small dinner table.Minghua was wearing the same dark blue shirt as when we first met, and he talked with my father about state affairs, from internal affairs to foreign affairs, with a full smile.Happy to talk, so happy to drink.And because my father is getting old, after two jugs of wine, my father became very drunk.After belching, the old man said: "The old minister heard that the Tak Kingdom is secretly gathering troops in the Su Ling area, intending to plot evil against our country?"

Minghua nodded: "In the early years, the Taco Kingdom had been eyeing Daxie. I thought that marrying Jing'er far away would at least appease them for ten or twenty years. I didn't expect it to be three or five years, and they will... "Before he finished speaking, he sighed.

Looking up at a glass of wine, my father said: "The old minister is puzzled, it doesn't make sense. Although he has been peeping at our country for a long time, the scuffle among the countries more than ten years ago hurt his vitality. Are you in such a hurry to devour our country?" The chaotic war among the nations more than ten years ago can be regarded as the most chaotic in hundreds of years.It can be said that none of them won, and all the countries ended in disastrous defeats.And the worst one is his country of Tucker.Originally, the most miserable one should be counted as the big brother, but the big brother who was defeated by the neighboring country Xiwan suddenly turned defeat into victory under the leadership of the then prince Minghua.Although no benefits were obtained, it was guaranteed that Daxie Jiangshan would not lose an inch of land.Looking back and thinking about it, it was the year when Ming Hua was 17 years old and usurped the throne.I remember that my father was still sighing at home at that time, saying that Minghua was still young and impulsively seized the throne.I really don't know how this country can be taken care of by his brat.At that time, I replied, "I don't think that Emperor Jiawu ascended the throne at a young age? Didn't he manage the country well?" My father said, "How many times have I told you? That is Emperor Jiawen, Not Emperor Jiawu! Didn't Jiawu pass away after just one year in office?" I didn't bother to explain to my father, so I kept silent.

Now more than ten years have passed, not only my father, but even I have to admit that Minghua is indeed a good emperor, and in just over ten years, he has ruled the horrific Dahou at that time to the level he is now. It is said that it has been prosperous and prosperous since ancient times.It can be said that he is a rare talent in governing the country.

"I also think it doesn't make sense, and I can't figure it out..." While talking, Minghua looked at me and asked, "Why does Du Aiqing think this is?"

Indifferent like me, drinking tea calmly, I said: "Hong Yuan is stupid, how can Hong Yuan think of things that even the emperor can't guess?" I knew that things were more or less exposed.I thought that Minghua would continue to question, but he just looked at me without saying a word.

And my parents who were sitting by the side thought that I treated him badly, so they kept apologizing, for fear that Minghua would get angry.Ming Hua was kind and loving, and said: "No problem, no problem!" My father felt relieved when he saw that Ming Hua really didn't care.After all, it was not easy for the son to come back from the dead, and if there were any mistakes, the two elders would not be able to bear it.

I felt that it was difficult for him to be old.So since then, because of my parents, I have been more or less indifferent to Ming Hua on the face.Even the things that Minghua sometimes sends to my small courtyard, or supplements, or warmth when it's cold, I also accept them.But what should be eaten is still not eaten, and what should be worn is still not worn.Except for the bloody red that must be drunk every day.