Yezhao Sandbar

"Axi, serve tea!"

"Axi, beat your back!"

"Axi, grind!"

"Axi, change the tea!"

"Axi, the tea is hot, give it to me!"

Ah Xi, who was too busy to occupy the bench, didn't move for a while, and Duan Qianmo knew the expression on the face of the person next to him without looking.

Raising her head, Ah Xi stood beside him sullenly, her lips pursed into a line.

Duan Qianmo looked at him and smiled, signaling him to come and serve the master quickly, but he saw that he picked up the tea that he had just sipped on the table, lifted the lid and smoked it in one breath, and after smoking the tea cup, he quickly wiped it with his sleeve. He opened his mouth, gritted his teeth and said: "Qicheng Wen!" It means that it will not burn your mouth.

Duan Qianmo still wanted to tease him, seeing that his expression was about to freeze, she thought to forget it, raised her chin, and motioned him to look at the stack of books on the table.

"Six Secret Teachings?" Ah Xi picked up one of the volumes.

Duan Qianmo was lazily leaning in the grand master's chair, looking at Axi with his hands on the pillow. This book is a classic of Huang Lao Taoism hundreds of years ago. It involves strategy and tactics. Even the common people of the Han Dynasty can't wait for this book.

Mingming was happy in her heart, but she wanted to pretend to be ignorant. It seemed that Ah Xi had also turned bad.

"Take it and read it. If you encounter a difficult word meaning or a rare Chinese character, you can consult me ​​at any time."

Ah Xi put the volume in her hand into her skirt with a smile on her face, looked hesitantly at the few volumes on the table, Duan Qianmo waved her hand, and he backed away with six volumes in his arms.

The scrolls spread out on the small table, the ink is light and fragrant, and the neat and square black seal script, each one is a key to knowledge.

The various ethnic groups outside the Great Wall compete for fertile land and a place to live and live. For many years, they have only been good at fighting against undeveloped culture and education.

The vagrants outside the Great Wall are the barbarians in the Han population, the people outside the Great Wall.

The people of the tribe didn't think so, thinking that the ways of governing the country and the strange art of war that have been handed down through the ages are just talking on paper, but Ah Xi didn't think so. It must be the unification of the world, incomparable.

If the world is really unified, can there be long-term peace and stability, no more disputes and prejudices, and everyone can have a full stomach?

Ah Xi shook her head mockingly, she thought it was a fool's dream, long-term peace and stability was impossible, and it was even more impossible for everyone to be equal, if one could live in a corner with a roof tile, it would be an artificiality of the clan.

Winter has already entered, and the winter in the northwest is bitterly cold. The north wind can be seen sweeping outside the window paper. Every year, the severe winter is like the gate of hell. I don’t know how many scattered people will freeze to death and starve to death this year.

Ah Xi closed the window leaves. This month, Qianmo didn't bother him, and he was able to study quietly. It's the end of the moon and the beginning of the moon. Seeing that the new year is approaching, the servants in the mansion light up the lanterns Jiecai, if he doesn't go out to help out, it won't make sense.

"Axi, come and help me see if the two lanterns are the same height!"

Duan Qianmo's master lived under the eaves of the large corridor, and Mao Jian stood on the big wooden ladder, rubbing his red face with his hands, and shouted for him to go and have a look.

The Yueshi’s big festival is also in winter. Ah Xi never celebrated the Yueshi’s big festival in the royal court, but she ate a few dumplings made by her mother during the Chinese New Year. They were sweet and glutinous. In the desert, all the New Year's festivals and so on are omitted, and I have never seen such a lively scene prepared by the palace years ago.

The people in the house were busy going in and out, and the unicycles were pushed into the kitchen one after another. The carts were full of unknown vegetables, which were expensive food for rich families in the northwest.

"Come on!" Mao Jian urged with a loud voice, slipped his foot inadvertently, and dangled back and forth on the ladder, "Ahhhhh..."

Seeing the ladder's feet jerk a few times, Mao Jian screamed and fell straight down, and the people in the yard looked at this side dully, Ah Xi had no time to think, strode forward, and bent over.

Mao Jian fell on Ah Xi's back properly, moaning and yelling non-stop, "Ouch..."

After a few movements, she got up, and Ah Xi lay obediently on the ground without moving. She smiled and teased, "It's such a small fruit. You can pick it up with your hands, but it's going to bother your back..." Reaching out to touch Ah Xi's small earlobe, it immediately turned red, and the hair tip laughed out loud. He was stared coldly at Ah Xi, but he didn't dare to laugh again, so he pulled him up and looked at his red earlobe, like two crystal pomegranates, The more I look at it, the more I like it.

Ah Xi was uncomfortable being looked at by her, so she passed her and climbed up the ladder in two or three steps, "You watch from below, I'll hang it!"

Mao Jian gave an absent-minded "um", and looked up at Ah Xi thoughtfully. The blush stopped at the pinna of the ears, but there was no blush on his cheeks. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.

"The one with the left hand is a bit higher." Mao Jian stretched out his hand to direct, and said: "It's the New Year's Eve. In addition to the imperial wine rewarded by the emperor, the palace also sent the distribution of each prince. Our prince's distribution is extra. Some, my lord is not addicted to alcohol, so I rewarded our servants with those fine wines that are hard to find in the wilderness of the Northwest..."

Axi lowered her head and looked at her.

"The big guy is tired today, why not open a small stove and gather around the table?"

Ah Xi hesitated, this proposal sounded good.

Mao Jian smiled and said, "I'm going to prepare right now, call Yunwu and the others, and put them in the flower hall in the backyard!"

After all, he ran away in a hurry.

There is no fire wall in the flower hall, but four braziers are lit, and thick cotton curtains are hung on the front and rear doors, so it doesn't feel cold, but warm.

The short table is placed in the middle, and there are several small bamboo couches with warming stoves. The embroidered brocade cushions are spread on the bamboo couches, and the cold air can be relieved when sitting on them.

The girls in the prince's room were chatting and laughing, but Ah Xi didn't talk too much. His purpose was to taste the fine wine sent by the imperial city. The mouthfeel is mellow but weak, compared to that, he prefers burning knives, and the full force that goes straight to the heart in one sip is the appetizing wine for the old men.

Mao Jian poured wine for him with a jug. The girls looked delicate and pretty, but they also had a good capacity for alcohol. After drinking for three rounds, they talked more. Injury."

Mao Jian glared at her immediately, Yun Wu didn't take it seriously, and asked Ah Xi, "How old are you this year?"

A Xi said: "March will be seventeen next year."

Yunwu's eyes are very gentle, and even if she stays on Ah Xi's face all the time, she is not offensive. She said with a smile: "In our big family in the Central Plains, a 17-year-old is just a baby, a treasure in the hands of parents." Now, the eyes became far away, and the smile in the eyes seemed far-fetched, "But it's just a big family, how many children have to take care of housework when they are young, and earn money to subsidize the family."

The girls also quieted down, sipping their wine in silence.

A Xi asked: "Then what about you, you came to the palace to be a maid in order to subsidize the family?"

Yun Wu held back a smile, and said softly, "Even if you want to have a home and wait for subsidies, it's just wishful thinking."

Ah Xi knew she had asked the wrong question, so she lowered her head and ate the food, and said no more.

Yun Wu suddenly asked: "A Xi, where is your family?"

Mao Jian and her eyes met for another moment, Ah Xi lowered his head, not realizing it, he said indifferently: "My aunt is dead, other people don't want to talk about it."

Yun Wu smiled, not angry, and filled him a glass of wine, "It's very cold now, drink a few more glasses of warm wine to drive away the cold."

Ah Xi picked up the cup and smoked it, only now did she realize that there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the wine, although it was very light and thin, but there was a faint floral fragrance between her lips and teeth, and it seemed like she had been drunk for a long time with the fragrance of the wine.

This wine is actually on top!

The foreground objects seemed to fluctuate between the virtual and the real, the light in the flower hall gradually appeared gorgeous, circled halos in circles, and the faces of the few people on the short side flickered with illusory eyebrows and eyes, making it even more weird.

Fang Fang realized that there was a ghost in the wine, and it was too late, before he fell down, he felt a coolness sweeping past his ears in a trance.

"My lord just sent someone back to the mansion, and asked Ah Xi to take care of him in the Manyue Tower." The gatekeeper of the front courtyard opened the curtain and hurriedly sent a message, "The carriage is waiting outside the mansion, and I sent someone to go around the mansion." I didn’t find anyone after a few laps, so it turned out that I was secretly drinking here.”

Mao Jian gave a "tsk" and said angrily: "You can't spit out ivory with a dog's mouth, and the rest of us are guarding and cooking wine to talk about elegance, and you are the only ones who are tied to the waist of your trousers to control the wine secretly. A man can do it."

The gatekeeper smiled, and said again: "Hurry up, don't keep the prince waiting for a long time... Eh, Ah Xi is drunk?"

"Yes, I'm drunk from drinking." Mao Jian said, "You tell the person who sent the message to go back and report, and say that Ah Xi is drunk and can't go."

The gatekeeper cried and said repeatedly: "That's impossible, the prince can't wait for a long time, it is said that when he ordered the man to come back, his face was quite bad."

Mao Jian wanted to say something, but Yun Wu stopped her and said, "Then you get two people to come over and carry him into the carriage."

The gatekeeper stretched out his head to look at the drunk man, so he had no choice but to call someone over.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Mao Jian checked Ah Xi's face, frowning after looking at it for a while, "There is no film in front of the chin and the base of the ears."

Yun Wu said: "It doesn't look like it's Yi Rong, wait for the prince to return to the mansion and then we can make a long-term plan. The north wind looks like a knife outside. Put two heaters in his arms and send him to the carriage. Remember to add a big cloak."

Duan Qianmo came to the private room bought by Manyue Tower early today. While waiting, he didn't know the taste of the food and the wine was not right for him.

He purposely left Axi behind and came to the appointment, just to savor the rare solitude with Sima Qing.

If Sima Qing hadn't seen Ah Xi getting angry, it would be easy to deal with it, but he didn't want him to use the Confucian "benevolence", "propriety", and "righteousness" to insinuate and accuse him of being a majestic prince of a feudal town, a brother of the Holy Lord, abandoning shameful words and being untrustworthy , it seems that Sima Qing expected him to do this, and made sufficient preparations and thought out countermeasures before coming.

Duan Qianmo was already depressed, so when Ah Xi lifted the curtain and came in unhurriedly, seeing his drooping brows and eyes, she felt so weak that she couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"The Wangfu is only a quarter of an hour away from the Manyue Tower, and you actually let me be a prince, waiting for you for almost half an hour, how can you be a slave!?"

Ah Xi woke up in the car, and felt confused when she opened her eyes. After checking the intact disguise on her face, she was a little relieved. On the way, she kept thinking about Mao Jian and Yun Wu's motives for drugging him. Since they did this, they had a reason It seems that the palace cannot stay for a long time.

Leaving the palace is easy to say, just step out, no matter how Duan Qianmo covers the sky with his hands, he will never be able to find him who hides in the depths of the desert.

But how could Duan Qianmo bother to find him?

For him, the red thread that binds both ends?Or a fugitive slave with a contract?

The second reason is more far-fetched.

Thinking about it, I really can't find a reason to fetter each other.

To him, he is just a red line and a long-term worker, the relationship is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it will be broken at one point.

He stood at the door curtain, about ten steps away from Duan Qianmo who was on the mat, his mind was not fully awake and his vision was not clear, but the disgust in Duan Qianmo's eyes could be seen clearly and truly, You can't even ignore it.