Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

The cover was moved away inch by inch, and several people in the vicinity surrounded it one after another, looking around, and the timid ones also retreated wisely.

Under the black wooden board, that handsome face gradually appeared.The eyebrows are like ink, and the eyelash feathers are like fans.The usual pair of fox eyes that shone with a strange light were sleeping under the eyelids, the soft lips were as pale as paper, the hair crown was disassembled, and three thousand black hairs were pressed under the body, soft as silk, but without a trace of life.

Zhang Liang stood at the front, still raised his chin, lowered his eyelids to look at him, aloof and cold.Like a white swan without wings and feathers, it can only talk and cannot sing.

"fake......"

Self-deception is also deceiving others.

His voice was as low as dust, his thin lips trembled pitifully, and the blood pit on his palm deepened a bit.

The person he pursued from Fanyin for thousands of miles is in front of him, the person he has been worrying about for a long time is in front of him, but there is no smile in his eyes, nor is he breathing.

Han Cheng couldn't bear it, and sighed, "Ovary, maybe it is cruel to you. I am still the same. I can't believe that Lao Jiu just left like this, but this is the truth."

"fake......"

The air stagnates, like a heavy bell, and the lungs are also squeezed, almost bursting.

Zhang Liang stared paranoidly at the piece of white silk on the roof, tears welled up in his clear eyes, and he closed his eyelids feebly for a long time.

The person he loved so deeply left without knowing why?

Didn't even say a word of parting?

Just leave in such a hurry?

A voice came out of his throat, half laughing or crying.

The backlog of emotions burst out suddenly, and he rushed towards the coffin like a madman, "Get up! Open your eyes! Did you say that you want to drink victory wine together? Is it a lie? Did you say that you promised me thousands of miles? What is true? Is the sentence true? Say it!"

His strength was so great that he almost knocked down the coffin, so Han Cheng asked someone to pull it.

Tears burst out of the embankment and gushed out like a spring.Zhang Liang pushed those people away, the open wound overflowed with blood, stained the red and blue clothes, smashed to the ground.

He stared at the person in the coffin, the internal organs were split into pieces.

Previously, Ruoli was afraid of Wei Zhong's death, so he cried until his heart broke.He went to comfort, saying that people are bound, and he would not just close his eyes willingly if he didn't hear what you said.

What about now?

The man he called "Brother Han" with tenderness all his life didn't leave a word, how could he die in such a grandiose manner?

Thousands of words piled up in my heart, and I wanted to spend my time together like a lover, but there was only scolding and begging.

"How can you not count what you swore to say? How can you not count! Get up... Zifang, please... get up..."

He was hoarse, the jade hairpin on his head fell off while pulling, and the white jade shattered.

Everyone in the world says that the most painful thing is that when time goes by and never returns, things change and people change.

Is it more painful than this, isn't even the token gone?

It was his seventh birthday when Han Fei gave him this hairpin.

That year, the pear blossoms bloomed very well, like the fine cotton snow in early winter, everything was so pure.Under the pear tree with fallen flowers, the man once said:

"The moon-white hosta is just right for a moonlight-like person like you."

From then on, the "Ninth Young Master" in Zhang Liang's mouth was replaced by "Brother Han".

Although they were separated for ten years during this period, they went around a lot, and the two came together again.Cherish it, keep it tenderly, the years are quiet and good, and people are also quiet and good.

But why can't the good times last long?

....................

The night before the burial, there must be a vigil.

Han Fei had no children and no descendants, so the mourning hall was empty and desolate, only Hong Lian huddled there.Princess Diaoman, who was usually chattering, suddenly calmed down, staring at the coffin in a daze, calling out "brother" from time to time.She was tired after shouting, so she complained and leaned on the coffin.

"Brother, why are you ignoring me..."

The girl who was as lively as a butterfly lost her life in an instant.

People who are not relatives are not allowed to enter, Zhang Liang and his party can only watch outside the door.

He vaguely heard Han Cheng and Zhang Kai talking about Ji Wuye, and there was a lot of worry in his words, so he said a few words along the way:

"Ji Wuye will definitely rebel tomorrow. If you want to bring him down, this is the best time."

After all, King Han meant that Ji Wuye would be interrogated after Han Fei was buried and the heroic soul rested in peace.Tomorrow, everyone's attention will be on Han Fei's side, and Ji Wuye just happens to be able to do it.

Han Cheng asked: "How do you say this?"

He has lived in the imperial court for many years, and he has cultivated into an old fox long ago.Asking this is not because he is really at a loss, but to see if Zhang Liang's thoughts are consistent with his.

Zhang Liang didn't bother to guess whether his question was sincere or false, he just thought of what to say:

"Ji Wuye murdered Brother Han. Firstly, there was no evidence, and secondly, there was no physical evidence. Didn't he deny it? Now, the crime on him is only the massacre of a thousand national troops. This crime will at most make him exiled to the frontier fortress. , cannot be cut in half.”

Ruthlessness flashed across his eyes, and he said again: "However, if you force the palace to rebel, you will definitely die."

Therefore, as long as Ji Wuye was captured when he forced the palace to rebel, he would have no chance of turning over.

But, it's not that difficult.

Han Chengdao: "Ji Wuye has [-] soldiers. If they all go to force the palace, the imperial guards of the palace may not be able to bear it."

Zhang Liang fought with Han Fei for several months, and it was almost easy to think about the countermeasures, "Two steps."

Han Chengdao: "I would like to hear the details."

Zhang Liang lowered his head, his eyes were buried in the blue hair, and his voice was low: "One, Ji Wuye must have brought all his cronies with him on this trip. He has a nephew named Ji Ran. He is very trusted by Ji Wuye and will definitely lead him. Heavy soldiers. But this person is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no opinions. His Highness persuaded him to abandon the dark and turn to the bright with the excuse of not investigating the incident afterwards, and he will agree. Second, these soldiers who followed Ji Wuye's rebellion witnessed the massacre in Zhongyungang At that time, a deputy general Wei Zhong rolled down the valley with several arrows in his body. Everyone thought he was dead, but he was not. He recovered from his injuries and arrived in Xinzheng yesterday. His Highness took him and stood on the palace gate. Seeing Ji Wuye and his party, the morale of the army must be in turmoil...Even if there are a hundred Ji Wuye in such an army, they will not be able to do anything."

Han Cheng pondered for a long while, then praised, "It's a clever plan, it's really a clever plan!"

Zhang Liang was silent for a long while. Usually at this time, when he eloquently articulated a set of strategies, Han Fei would reply: Zifang is as careful as a hair, I really picked up a treasure.

Then add a few more to complete this set of plans.It not only took care of his face, but also made the strategy more complete.

Sure enough, no matter when, where, or whoever you talk to, the image of that person will always appear in your mind.

Zhang Liang trembled, and laughed at himself: "It's not as good as Brother Han."

Looking towards the mourning hall, he said quietly, "If he is still there, there must be a better way."

Seeing him so sad with Zhang Kai, he pretended to be exhausted and asked Zhang Liang to accompany him back home.

After all, out of sight, out of mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Liang helped him back.

What is he keeping it for?

They can neither wear linen and filial piety nor mourn at mourning.

Besides, he will be buried tomorrow.What are you going to do?

He couldn't see the moment when he was buried in the ground, but he could barely comfort himself that he might still be alive.

.....The dividing line of Huifu......

Zhang Liang wasn't worried at all about Ji Wuye's forcing the palace, it could be remedied by manpower.He even thought crazily that if Ji Wuye could bring Han Fei back to life, he could even let the past go and find another way to let him live.

But things are impermanent, and you can't always do what you want, right?

I couldn't eat dinner, so I went to bed early.

A person is curled up in a thick quilt, listening to the crackle of the charcoal basin from time to time, his eyes are cut off by the hanging bed curtain, his vision is limited by the empty box-like bed, isolated from the world, the night seems to be a little quieter .

Everything is quiet.

When he first met Han Fei, it happened to be snowing heavily.Holding a palm-sized paper umbrella, he said to Han Fei, "My name is Zhang Liang, and also Zhang Zifang. Liang is my name, and Zifang is my character."

At that time, Han Fei was at a low ebb, he didn't talk much, and he didn't laugh.He has endured too many hardships at a young age, and he is very different from his peers.After seeing him a few times, he actually began to smile at him with infinite tenderness.

It should be said that Han Fei doted on him very much since he was a child. In winter, he always held his little hand in his palm, and rubbed it after a while, "The hands with such a beautiful ovary can't get chilblain, otherwise, my brother will have a cold sore." It hurts."

He was only six or seven years old then, right?At an age that doesn't understand anything, I just feel that this person is very warm and makes him feel at ease, like a real brother.

When did Han Fei fall in love with him?

Before leaving Xinzheng, or after returning?

...When did he get tempted?

Was it the poisoning where he sucked out the poison for himself?Or the dimly lit night, that unknown kiss?Or came out of the palace, the promise of "I will be hired by thousands of miles"?

Unknowingly, he and Han Fei had so much in common.Silently, he actually hid this man in his heart.

There are so many memories, but not enough for him to recall for a lifetime.How could he spend the rest of his life alone?

Closing his eyes, it seemed that Han Fei's crooked fox eyes were right in front of him, revealing wisdom and cunning, rubbing hands with him, speaking tender and boundless love words.

His eyes were so sore that a drop of clear tear flowed down the corner of his eye.

"Brother Han...you once said that everything you said to me is true...why did you lie this time?"

They clearly made an appointment to have a drink and chat at the city gate, but why did they see each other in one coffin when they saw each other again?

The voice was low and muffled, barely audible under the quilt.

The night slipped away without a sound, Zhang Liang was half asleep, half awake, half dizzy, and half awake, but he also stayed up until dawn.

I vaguely feel that someone is lifting the bed curtain, which is completely different from the warm atmosphere in the room.He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a figure standing between the opened bed curtains in the cloud and mist.

The figure was very blurry, and the boundary could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Liang is very familiar with him, but he shouldn't be here.

He felt that his eyes must be dazzled, so he turned over to face the wall and buried himself in the quilt for a while.

Until a voice came from behind my ear:

"ovary."

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