Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Han Fei raised a bowl of water, tilted his head, and smiled with a hint of sadness, "Is there a way to drink cold water in the forbidden room?"

Zhang Liang shook his head, and continued: "No. It is you who asked someone to ask Donghuang Shi to testify. This method, Zi Fang thinks it is correct."

Han Fei's eyes dimmed, "But it doesn't help."

Zhang Liang thought about it and said: "Eastern Emperor Shi is the only witness besides me. You and I are close personal friends. What I say is not important in front of the king, but Donghuang Shi stays away from the court all the year round. If he is willing to Come forward and testify, and you will definitely be innocent."

Han Fei said: "But he is aloof and he refuses to step into the palace."

Zhang Liang asked, "Did Brother Han invite you in person?"

Han Fei shook his head helplessly, "I sent two followers."

Zhang Liangming understood in his heart, "Eastern Emperor Shi is indifferent to fame and fortune. Although he does not get involved in the power struggle, he is indeed a hero. A celebrity and a refined scholar have a noble heart. If Brother Han wants to sincerely ask him, how can ordinary servants Go to the door?"

"Zifang is right." Han Fei slowly turned a chopstick on his fingers, dropped it and picked it up, dropped it, picked it up again, and twirled persistently, "It's just that my father is afraid that I will be in collusion with him to frame Ji Ji. Wu Ye, therefore, forbid me to meet him privately."

Zhang Liang thought for a while, straightened his clothes, sat up straight, twitched his lips, and asked, "What do you think of the ovary, Brother Han?"

The chopsticks in Han Fei's hand fell to the ground. He didn't pick it up this time, but just looked at Zhang Liang in astonishment, "...what do you mean?"

Zhang Liang got up slowly, following his movements, the material of his outer robe rubbed against each other making a "rustling" sound, and a few strands of black hair hanging from his forehead fluttered slightly.Standing still, he smiled and looked at Han Fei cautiously, and said, "Zifang is willing to give it a try."

The spiders in the corner of the window shed weave a web, shining brightly in the warm sun.

Han Fei was very grateful, and bowed to Zhang Liangzhen. The seven-foot-long man suddenly didn't know how to speak, and could only say "thank you" over and over again.Later, worried that the trip would be dangerous, he sent Wei Qi to protect him along the way.

After the two left, Han Fei lazily sat back on the mat. He looked at the bowl of clear water in front of him with great emotion, and his eyes were quite proud. "Look, Zifang still cares about me."

Outside the Nine Bell Tower, Zhang Liang and Wei Qi got off their horses.But from Xiaomo, he learned that Donghuang Shi went to another place to escape the summer heat.

The transportation in ancient times was very inconvenient. If Dong Huang Shi came back from the summer vacation, Han Fei's time limit would probably be full.At that time, everyone believed that he was an arrogant dude, who would ask the truth again?

Fortunately, Xiao Mo has a warm heart, and because he hit it off with Zhang Liang before, he privately revealed Donghuang Shi's whereabouts.

And the place where Donghuangshi escaped from the summer heat was not elsewhere, but Cangshan, which was only two days away from Xinzheng.

At present, April is not over yet, the temperature of the sun is not very hot, and the leaves of the maple trees are still green, and there is no sense of beauty.Donghuang Shi was really a weirdo who chose to go to the cold Cangshan Mountain to escape the summer heat at this time.

Or is this just an excuse for him not wanting to meet people?

The more you get to the top of the South Mountain, the more rugged the mountain road is, and when you reach the Evil Stone Forest, there are sudden and strange boulders everywhere, and the horses can no longer walk.Zhang Liang and Wei Qi simply tied their horses to a tree and walked up there on foot.

Along the way, the two didn't speak a word.Zhang Liang glanced sideways at Wei Qi from time to time, but he didn't look sideways and remained silent.

Do you not like to talk, or are you afraid to speak?

Walking to a small stream, Zhang Liang stopped and quenched his thirst with a few mouthfuls of stream water.Wei Qi was afraid to take off his mask, so he didn't drink.

Zhang Liang looked at him, "Why don't you look at people with their true colors?"

Wei Qi's voice was still as rough as a whetstone, "It's ugly, I'm afraid it will scare others."

Zhang Liang tilted his head, and the black hair on his temples fluttered, "That's not what you said that day."

Wei Qi was taken aback and raised his head.

Zhang Liang smiled slightly, and said again: "You said back then that the skin is not a big deal. Why do you value your appearance now, and you are afraid of scaring me?"

Wei Qi retracted his chin and didn't make a sound.

Zhang Liang didn't continue to ask, took another sip of water, and said, "We've been here since noon, you must be thirsty too." Turning his back to him, he compromised and said, "Drink it, I won't look at it." .”

Hearing the sound of him putting the mask on the stone and drinking water, Zhang Liang's lips twitched.

The stream of water in the mountains has a long history, and it makes a small flowing sound. Occasionally, two flying birds pass by, and their cries are clear and crisp.

Zhang Liang looked at the woody flowers blooming not far away, and his thoughts became distant, "Have you ever been to Cangshan Mountain?"

"No."

"Then have you seen Cang Lingzi?"

"I have seen."

Zhang Liang smiled, "You have never been to Cangshan, but you have seen Cang Lingzi?"

Wei Qi put on his mask and continued to walk forward, "I was lucky enough to meet you outside before."

Zhang Liang followed his footsteps, his voice became softer, "Your figure is very similar to an old friend of mine. When he walked, he also held a sword in one hand and lowered the other hand, never swinging."

Wei Qidao: "There are many similar people in the world."

Zhang Liang's eyes sparkled, "But I never misunderstood him."

Wei Qi was still cold, "That's because you know few people."

Zhang Liang's eyes dimmed little by little, and he asked again: "Your swordsmanship is also very similar to his, where did you learn the sword?"

Wei Qi walked away and dropped two words: "Broken Temple."

Of course Zhang Liang would not believe it.

Although Ximen Yan has been away for more than two years, the tall and straight figure covered in ink has never been erased from his mind.In the past when they practiced swords in Cangshan Mountain, Cang Lingzi thought that their awareness was high, so he asked them to go to a small waterfall to practice alone.Whether it's the beginning or the end, Ximen Yan likes to go ahead, and he follows behind.

Zhang Liang looked steadily at Wei Qi who was walking away, feeling extremely certain in his heart.Even though people in the world have similarities, but Ximen Yan's back view, he can't admit his mistake.

But, why does Ximen hate pretending to be a stranger?

The sun sets in the west, and the white moon rises in the east.

By the time they found Donghuangshi's summer house, night had already fallen, and the premature summer insects were singing lonely among the grass.

"My master has already rested, you two please come back tomorrow."

The doorman had a cold face, and he didn't like to see these two uninvited guests very much.The servants acted according to the face of the master, and the door boy dared to show an arrogant posture in front of strangers, of course he was instructed by Donghuang Shi.

Zhang Liang took a step forward and asked, "Then, my brother, when will you get up tomorrow?"

"Brother? You look older than me, don't you?" The doorman raised his head to stare at him, and said in a sharp voice, "I can't tell what the master's daily life is. Sometimes he wakes up at dawn, and sometimes he sleeps late at night. on."

Zhang Liang let out a sigh, and cupped his hands, "Thank you." Looking up at the night sky again, his face became a bit more embarrassed, "It's getting late today, could you please let us stay overnight?"

The doorman had a grim expression, "My master has said that no outsiders will be kept."

Before Zhang Liang could say anything, he slammed the door shut tightly.

Facing the heavy wooden door, Zhang Liang frowned—the rules of the Eastern Royal Family are really strict.

Helpless, he turned around and shrugged at Wei Qi, "It seems that we can only find a cave."

Dong Huang Shi didn't really want to avoid the summer heat, nor did he have irregular living hours, but he just found an excuse that he was inconvenient to meet guests, so as to avoid Zhang Liang.

Han Fei is a member of the royal family, and Zhang Liang is also from a family of Xiangguo, behind him are unfathomable palaces and temples.Donghuang Shi's eyes are poisonous and his nose is also good. Zhang Liang came to visit Han Fei just after he was convicted. How could he not know the purpose?Furthermore, he has been away from the royal power for a long time, so if he is asked to go to the palace to testify, he will naturally not be willing.

Zhang Liang could still understand this point.But now that Han Fei is in prison, Donghuangshi's path is the only way, and he can't give up.

In the cave, it was damp and cold.Wei Qi built a big fire, and the flames flickered, driving all the cold air out of the cave.

Zhang Liang stretched out his hands to keep warm, his slender fingers were dyed a warm yellow color by the flames.He stared at the dancing flames in a daze, and murmured, "What kind of character is Dong Huangshi...?"

Wei Qi leaned against the stone wall with his sword in his arms, and said in a low voice, "A man who counts on himself to be noble."

"A noble person...Usually this type of person spends his whole life looking for a bosom friend." Zhang Liang picked up a small wooden stick, drew circles on the ground, and said:

"In ancient times, Boya broke the strings and stopped playing the qin because of Zhong Ziqi's death, leaving a good story about mountains and rivers. On that day, Donghuang Shi and Brother Han talked for two hours in the wing room. What did they say in detail? I don't know, but since he is willing to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword to Brother Han, he must really appreciate it. Thinking about it this way, in his heart, Brother Han can be regarded as half a bosom friend. Now that his bosom friend is in trouble, how can he retreat and avoid it? Of?"

Wei Qi saw things clearly, "Han Fei is not important enough for him to come forward."

Zhang Liang paused, then looked back at him, "Why do you think he doesn't want to show up?"

"Afraid of getting angry."

Zhang Liang frowned, "But the power behind him is very huge. He sits on the nine rare treasures, which are placed in the Nine Bell Tower, but no one dares to move them. Ji Wuye's power has already turned the clouds and rains in South Korea, but he covets Xuanyuan. Swords, only dare to fight outside the Nine Bell Tower. From this, it can be seen that the power of the Eastern Emperor Shi should not be underestimated."

Wei Qi pondered for a moment, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Liang wrote "Quan" squarely on the ground, and then crossed it, "I think there should be someone in the palace who can threaten him, but he doesn't want to face them. And this 'threat' is not about power." .”

The writing hand moved to the side and drew a gossip, "East Emperor Shi's mask is also very suspicious, except for the complete gossip pattern, there is nothing else. This shows that he is very likely to be a Taoist. In the palace, who is it?" What about Taoism..." After pondering for a while, then looking at Wei Qi, "Or, why do you think he wears a mask?"

Wei Qi closed his eyes, straightened his back and meditated, "I'm not interested in his mask."

Zhang Liang smiled, calmed down, "Yes. After all, you don't want me to be interested in your mask, do you?"

Wei Qi was silent.

Zhang Liang threw the wooden stick, stood up, stretched his waist, and lay down on a relatively flat huge stone, "Forget it, I'm going to rest, whether you are practicing or resting your mind, please do what you want."

Needles can be heard in the cave.

After a while, the long breath sounded, Wei Qi, who had been meditating all the time, finally opened his eyes, walked to the huge "stone bed", looked at Zhang Liang who was curled up in a ball because of the cold, took off his outer robe, and lightly Cover him lightly.Then he found a large pile of firewood from outside, and lit a fire beside the stone bed.

Zhang Liang, who was facing the stone wall, slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there were three parts of sadness and seven parts of doubt—brother, why do you pretend you don't know me?

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