mountain and river drinker

Reluctantly smiled, "If I had other thoughts about you, during those five years in Beijiang, you would definitely miss me the most, instead of thinking about Qin Rong."

Zheng Yan didn't know if what he said was right or not, he didn't even understand what he thought about Zhou Hanzhi.

He had also been to northern Xinjiang, but Zhou Hanzhi would not know about it.

I just think that Zhou Hanzhi was cute in every way when she was a child, with an innocence in her eyes that she didn't have, and I have been thinking about it for so many years.The little beauty who caught earthworms and sent him to him, and Zhou Hanzhi now, are not his after all.

"Facing a wisp of willow smoke, looking at the pear blossom moon, lying on a pillow of begonia wind...all are beautiful things." Zheng Yan closed his eyes and said every sentence in a very free and easy way, but there was water between the closed eyes mark.

"It's just that I like it very cleanly." He opened his eyes and smiled, a drop of water slid down the corner of his eyes into his temples, but he didn't feel sad at all.

You Mei

In the cong-shaped bottle with shrimp green glaze, black ink and young Xiangshan phoenix are inserted, the chrysanthemum petals are covered with dew, the golden bone powder and meat are white and tender, and the frost and silver are dark purple and dark.

Looking at the past through the flowers and the screen, it is a graceful and upright emperor standing alone on the tower of Danfeng Gate.

Gorgeous clothes and beautiful appearance, waiting for a sweetheart.

Immortals gamble with books and pour tea, and the sky will take on a light brown color.Last night, there was no autumn rain and the yellow leaves were beaten, the water vapor between the sky and the earth was moist, and the wind gently brushed the cheeks, but it left a little bit of reluctance.The ginkgo in the capital of the king is already yellow, and there are three or five fallen leaves from time to time even when there is no wind.The black tiles of ordinary people, the gray bricks in front of the Hanguang gate, the red walls of the imperial palace, the yellow leaves are scattered by the autumn wind, and the broom bearer can't bear to sweep them away. A thin layer of light gold is laid on the ground, and there is no sound when they step on it.

On the first day of autumn in the second year of Changzuo, the sun was mild and slightly cloudy, the sky was cool but not cold, and the wind was strong but not cold.

Zhou Hanzhi returned to the capital ahead of Liu Zhanfang and his party, and the capital was still peaceful and prosperous.

In September, Qin Ronggu should be able to come to pick him up in person, but he never saw his shadow.He followed Zhaoyu from Danfeng Gate to the palace step by step, and after he went, everything was almost eerily calm when he came back.

Passing Danfeng Gate, there was no one there except the guards, Zhou Hanzhi could hear the wind in his ears and his own footsteps.

Until he arrived at the Yumen Auditorium, Zhou Hanzhi stood in front of the Fengtian Gate, and saw Qin Ronggu standing alone on the stage of the Hall of Supreme Harmony from a distance, and he was the only one in his eyes, watching him walk down the steps at a leisurely pace towards him .

Zhou Hanzhi hesitantly took a step across the threshold, and froze on the stage for a moment, finally lifted his legs and walked down the steps.

"Farewell to April, and the emperor is well." Cheng Shu stood upright in the open space, and a dozen high-ranking ministers stood beside her, all looking at Zhou Hanzhi with gentle expressions. Zhou Hanzhi was speechless for a moment. .

"Cheng Suzheng..." His throat tightened, and he was almost speechless.

"Qing's character is like a mirror, every time it is polished, it becomes brighter and brighter. He is chaste in nature, sensitive to knowledge, not flashy, erudite historical biography, and there are many words of rectification. He deserves a special reward to show his respect. "Qin Ronggu came over to him and said, "Is the emperor safe? Is this gift good? I will not forget the promise I made, and Wang Qing will not feel that this gift is too light. Mountains and rivers hold hands, can you?" A jade card.

Zhou Hanzhi was stunned for a moment before accepting the jade plaque. He didn't care about what other people said, but only remembered Qin Ronggu's sentence "The mountains and rivers hold hands, can you?"

On the way back from Nora Gyoen, Qin Ronggu said that he would give him a good thing.This jade tablet will be placed in the ancestral temple for him a hundred years later, with Zhao Zhao on the left and Mu on the right. He is dead, but his name is still beside Qin Ronggu.He didn't dare to think about how much Qin Ronggu had spent on the jade card in his hand, and how he had persuaded all the ministers in this short period of four months.

Qin Ronggu's rightful position beside him, the unique position, is his true love.The name Zhou Hanzhi will accompany Qin Min in the ancestral temple in the future, even if time blurs the good old days, Qin Min will not be lonely anymore.

"How much thought did you spend?" Zhou Hanzhi asked Qin Ronggu while the adults were gone.

The front of the hall was empty, Qin Ronggu raised his eyebrows, and said in Zhou Hanzhi's ear: "Thinking is like a debt, you owe me a debt of lovesickness, and you only pay me one worry every day, but you forgot to pay back the three-cent lovesickness interest." Me. You said you’d only go for three months, and treat me as if I don’t know how to count? Ask me first when you come back. Hanzhi will say goodbye to April, and tell me how I should punish you, huh?”

"There are plums, but they are actually three. I beg you, a commoner, to bring them back today." Zhou Hanzhi handed Qin Ronggu a small ebony box with plums carved in jade, "Rong Gu looks beautiful today. Don't wait for me to say, you did this A lot..." After speaking, no one on the left and right smiled and kissed Qin Ronggu's lips.

Qin Ronggu hugged him, reluctant to let go, "Hanzhi, I don't want you to be wronged. You came back from Beijiang and said that you like me, and I want everyone to know that I like you. You and I are justified. There is no room for criticism from others. The emperor’s wrath caused rivers of blood and millions of dead bodies, and no one dares to despise my sweetheart. As for the canonization ceremony, after Meng Dong passes away, everyone will envy me for having Hanzhi by my side.”

Zhou Hanzhi buried her face on Qin Ronggu's shoulder and rubbed it, "I will compensate you, don't ask me to pay off the debt again."

"I can't wait for this good deal, so I naturally agree to exchange the lovesickness debt for a sweetheart. What's in the box?" Qin Rong Gu let go of the box and looked at it, Zhou Hanzhi hurriedly covered his eyes.

"I'll see it later, okay?"

"Hiss—the tentacles are soft and greasy, warm and fragrant. It seems that Hanzhi misses me very much, and also thinks about me." Qin Ronggu smiled jokingly, put the box away and put it in his sleeve, "The clothes giving on the [-]th False - there is a warm spring in Xianghe Palace, it is a good place, okay?"

"It's better if it's not Qingsi Lake." Zhou Hanzhi teased him, "Or I'm really afraid that I will push the current emperor into the water by mistake again."

"I see that you have lost a lot of weight, but you have gained courage." Qin Ronggu and Zhou Hanzhi walked towards Qingyin Hall, "It is true that you are more courageous, Hanzhi is the only one in the world who dares to write..." As they spoke, the two walked away Far.

The red leaves of the maple trees in the Crane Palace are like blood, and the birds are singing in the empty mountains.Hundreds of flowers bloom to kill the golden armor, the cold fragrance is everywhere, and the wine buried under the pine trees of Xiangsongyuan has a mellow aroma.The water in the warm spring was very hot, and the skin was stained with the shy redness of the first peach blossoms. Qin Ronggu pulled off Zhou Hanzhi's hairband and kissed the corners of his eyes.

It's interesting to say that Qin Ronggu asked someone to insert a rare full-length mirror into Xiangsongyuan a while ago, Zhou Hanzhi only took a picture once, and no one has seen this mirror again.

Extra Story of Zhao Geng: Stepping on the Grass

Next to the green water, beside the green hills, there are two hectares of fertile land and a house in the first district.

Zhao Rixin overturned the case for Reyihan and offended someone, but he overthrew the villain no matter what. He was happy without his official position, so he patted the dirt on his body and went back to Shenji Station lightly.He is valued by old scholars, and he earns some money by teaching in the school. Not to mention the meager salary, it is always better than nothing.

Reyihan has a younger brother, Erniva, who lives with his sick old father. Zhao Rixin and Reyihan are child relatives. Although the original father-in-law finally reneged on his promise and married his daughter to someone else, Zhao Rixin still can't help himself Come, come and see this father and son from time to time.

El Niva's eyes are like the best green opals, and his light blond hair reaches his shoulders. When he smiles, he feels ashamed of the sun in the sky. Of course, Zhao Rixin also loves the hearty attitude of the young man, and he is very fond of the old scholar. I begged for mercy and threw him in the Xiang school to follow the class.But Erniva is not a quiet master after all, he writes a small letter every day and stuffs it in the small box on the desk of the head teacher to complain, either he thinks this teacher has too many classes or that teacher doesn't change his clothes and teach him The old master was angry for a while, and threw him to Zhao Rixin, who taught the youngest student with a good temper.

El Niva is smart and talented, and Zhao Rixin also dotes on him, answering any questions with good words.El Niva admired Zhao Rixin more and more, and followed Zhao Rixin like a little tail, and could no longer see the mischievous appearance before.

This morning Zhao Rixin didn't see Erniva, and Yakufu sniffed his nose and handed Erniva's small note to Zhao Rixin, on which was written crookedly: "Master, I'm sick and dead, so I can't go. AI Erniva."

"Dead of illness?" Zhao Rixin read aloud, but didn't quite understand the meaning. If he died, he would definitely not be able to write the note.After finishing the three pages of "Shuowen", he was still worried, and went to El Niva's house after assigning homework.

As expected, Erniva was at home. Last night he went to the river to fetch water and accidentally slipped into the river and got cold. However, he hadn’t seen him all night. He had a fever and his cheeks were flushed. His father was coughing and making medicine for him. Lack of skills.

Zhao Rixin helped him up and fed him some water. Erniva opened his eyes and saw Zhao Rixin crying, "Brother, I'm sick and dead..."

"No, it's just a common fever. Erniva thinks too much, it's okay." Zhao Rixin persuaded him with a smile, Erniva cried and shook his head, turned his head and wiped away his tears on his lapel.

"It's very hot if it's dead hot, it's very hot if it's dead from illness, it's not dead, I don't want to die, huh—" He was still crying, Zhao Rixin finally came to his senses, and quickly persuaded him a few more words. Lai Yao watched Erniva drink and fall asleep before he dared to push away Erniva's hand holding his sleeve.

Erniva's father looked at his dilapidated house and let out a long sigh, then suddenly knelt down on the ground, and called Zhao Rixin with respectful titles such as Maihanmaiti and Yibrain, and begged Zhao Rixin to take care of Erniva in the future. I have to help the old man up quickly.

Not more than a year later, Erniva handed over a note again, and on the note was written crookedly, "Master, father died of illness, so you can't go. Erniva." The death this time is indeed the kind of death that can be buried in the ground. died.Zhao Rixin took care of his father's funeral for Erniva, kowtowed on the grave respectfully, and took Erniva to live with him.

Zhao Rixin's father was an official in the royal capital, and his family was not short of money, but Zhao Rixin didn't envy fame and fortune, and he insisted on going back to northern Xinjiang where he grew up, which was far from his father's expectations.