The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

In December, the weather is getting colder.Jingzhou City is not as cold as Longcheng in the north, but it is very humid. This kind of damp and cold seems to penetrate into the bones of people. Changsheng is not used to it, so he often hugs Mrs. Tang in his arms.As the Spring Festival is approaching, Chang Sheng's studies are gradually relaxed, and Murong Zhaohui gives him a holiday when the year is approaching.While Changsheng was rejoicing, he remembered that he hadn't traveled for a long time, so he asked Murong Zhaohui what he meant by insinuating while eating.Seeing that the government affairs were almost done, Murong Zhaohui agreed to the trip.

In the early morning, the roofs and mountains in the distance are shrouded in thin morning mist, and there are occasional birdsong on the top of the trees.The two rode out of the city gate to an ancient temple on the outskirts of Jingzhou, and the attendants followed them from a distance with interest, and did not step forward to disturb the interest of the King of Chu.The incense of this ancient temple is not strong, and the mottled moss and cracks on the walls can tell that the temple has not been repaired for a long time.The reason for Murong Zhaohui to stop was simple, a plum blossom out of the wall.

Plum blossoms are rare in Longcheng, but much more common in Chu.

In such a cold season, the plum blossoms are so gorgeous that they don't compete with peaches and plums for spring, so they deserve to be called a gentleman among flowers.Murong Zhaohui had heard of plum blossoms in Chu, but this was the first time he saw plum blossoms in full bloom here.

"Changsheng, let's go in and have a look." Murong Zhaohui got off his horse and said to Changsheng beside him.

This time, Murong Zhaohui made an appointment with Changsheng and did not reveal his identity. If someone asked, he would only say that he was the son of a wealthy businessman.

At this time, he was only dressed in an ordinary way, wearing a royal blue satin long jacket, and a snow-white cloak. He tied up his untied hair and tied it with a white jade hairpin.Murong Zhaohui, with his hair tied up, looks more energetic than usual, and looks even more gentle and jade-like.At this time, he was more energetic than he was in the Dragon City Palace, making Changsheng unable to take his eyes off him.

Chang Sheng was wearing a black jacket with a white lotus pattern embroidered on the collar.Black is the common color of clothing for the hidden guards in the Chu Palace. Chang Sheng likes black very much. He used to wear black clothes in the comic books he read.More importantly, black is resistant to dirt. He wields knives and sticks all day long, and light-colored clothes get dirty too easily.He got off his horse, tied their horses to a crooked tree next to the ancient temple, and entered the temple gate together.

The smoke from the incense burner slowly rises, and the whole temple is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.Several believers who came to pray for blessings clasped their hands and murmured words of prayer.A young monk in Tsing Yi, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, saw someone coming, so he took the initiative to ask: "Are the two benefactors here to burn incense and worship Buddha, or to ask for a fortune teller?" Murong Zhaohui said bluntly: "The two of us are not here. To burn incense and pray to the Buddha, asking for a fortune teller, I just want to see the plum blossoms in your monastery."

The little monk was not surprised to hear this unexpected answer, and replied: "There are indeed many plum trees in the temple, and now they are all in bloom. If the benefactor is interested in enjoying the flowers, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you so much, little master."

There are red plums, white plums, and wintersweet in the temple. The red and white plums are more beautiful in shape, and the fragrance is richer in wintersweet.Changsheng had never seen plum blossoms before, and he was only curious how this delicate flower could bloom in such a cold season, with such a clear fragrance.Seeing this scene, Murong Zhaohui couldn't help chanting softly: "There are many trees in the courtyard, but Meizi is the only one. I ask you why you are alone? I think that flowers can be made in frost, and fruit can be made in dew..." Changsheng listened to the poem, Looking at the few red plums on the wall, she was slightly dazed.

"Both benefactors, if you want to see plum blossoms, there is a large plum forest behind the temple, you can go and have a look." The young monk just came over, and after speaking, he carried water and went to the other side.

Chang Sheng and Murong Zhaohui strolled around the temple, where the Buddha statues told the story of the time in the ancient temple, moss and other parasitic grasses grew on the tiles.When we arrived at the back door of the temple, we pushed the wooden door open, and there was indeed a large plum grove, in which several kinds of plum blossoms bloomed at the same time, as beautiful as a fairyland.Changsheng looked at so many plum blossoms, and was stunned for a while.Murong Zhaohui sighed: "Plum blossoms blooming alone in Linghan, it really is a gentleman among flowers. Although there are green trees in the palace of Chu Palace in winter, there are no flowers to set it off. It's a pity. After returning home, let's get some plum blossoms and plant them in the palace. "

After returning to the Chu Palace this time, Murong Zhaohui really ordered people to plant a large number of red plums, white plums and wintersweets in the Chu Palace. The whole palace was filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms, which was refreshing.Murong Zhaohui seemed to be obsessed with this kind of flower all of a sudden, and most of his paintings and poems were related to it, and he often asked the actors and musicians in the palace of Chu to play the song "Plum Blossoms Falling".Changsheng's flute was learned at this time.

Changsheng sometimes misses the Sikong Mansion in Longcheng and his father, and playing the flute is undoubtedly a way to release his nostalgia.Changsheng's favorite tunes are "Plum Blossoms Falling" and "Folding Willows". When he blows them, he feels a lot more stable in his heart, as if releasing the feelings that have not been released for a long time.

Soon after, the Spring Festival came, and the Palace of the King of Chu was decorated with lanterns and festoons.A few days ago, Changsheng had asked someone to rush to send a letter to Longcheng's father, and now he is waiting for a letter from Longcheng.He was not allowed to do the festive decorations, so Chang Sheng was bored and wandered around the palace with Xiao Hong in his arms, sitting in front of the stove in a daze.Murong Zhaohui was still chatting with a group of staff, Changsheng ran out alone when he heard that he was bored, and didn't go until the New Year's Eve dinner.

In order to show that he treats everyone equally, Murong Zhaohui deliberately had a New Year's Eve dinner with the staff who have not returned home. Changsheng remembered that he had spent time with Murong Zhaohui's little Swallow or with his father in the past, and he missed his home in Longcheng , he was not in a good mood, and another staff member toasted him, so he drank a few more glasses, and blocked the wine for Murong Zhaohui several times, and soon became dizzy, with two red clouds appearing on his face.

When the time came, Xiao Shuangyan, Xiao Quanzi, and Xiao Lizi were busy setting off firecrackers and fireworks. Chang Sheng was startled for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that the New Year had arrived.After watching the fireworks, everyone left on their own, only Changsheng was hanging lazily on the railing beside the corridor, drunk as hell.Seeing his appearance, Murong Zhaohui couldn't help frowning slightly when he remembered that he had blocked a lot of wine for himself just now.

"Changsheng, are you okay? It's very cold outside, go inside quickly." Murong Zhaohui patted Changsheng on the back.

Changsheng opened his eyes drunkenly, glanced at Murong Zhaohui and closed them again, unmoved.Murong Zhaohui sighed and shook his head.

"His Royal Highness, please help the young master to rest." A servant in gray said.

"You go down first, I'll come." The servant in gray retreated, Murong Zhaohui patted Chang Sheng's back and helped him up.Chang Sheng's face was flushed, and he didn't know what happened because he was drunk, so he leaned on Murong Zhaohui.Murong Zhaohui brushed away a strand of messy hair from Chang Sheng's forehead, measured his figure, and thought: This kid has really grown taller. At the age of 15, it was the age for a boy to draw sticks. It was less than a year since the last hunt, and Changsheng had grown a lot taller, almost taller than him.

The plum blossoms that had just been transplanted in the palace were blooming, and the clear and delicate fragrance was overflowing. Murong Zhaohui walked with Chang Sheng on the way to the backyard, and one or two plum blossoms hit his shoulders from time to time.One of the fallen flowers was caught in Changsheng's hair, Murong Zhaohui brushed it away for him when he saw it, only to hear Changsheng say something vaguely: "I'm homesick..."

Murong Zhaohui froze in place for a while, realized that what Chang Sheng was talking about was drunk, so he didn't continue, thinking to himself, no wonder Chang Sheng is sometimes depressed recently, and he even learned to compose music and play the flute with the actors and musicians in the palace, the sound of the flute is so desolate of.Thinking of this, Murong Zhaohui felt very uncomfortable. After all, when Changsheng stayed in Longcheng, he would not miss his relatives in his hometown so much.

Pushing open the door of Changsheng's room and helping him to the side of the bed, he wanted to get away, but Changsheng refused to let go, and even pulled Murong Zhaohui onto the bed. "Changsheng, let go, I have to go back to my room." Murong Zhaohui gently pushed a few times. "Don't...don't go..." Changsheng said a few words in a daze, and felt the hands of the people around him want to struggle away, and the strength of their hands became stronger.Murong Zhaohui tried hard for a long time but still couldn't break free, so he had no choice but to give up, took off his coat for Chang Sheng, and prepared to go to bed.Murong Zhaohui said that the two of them hadn't washed yet, and wanted to call Xiao Shuang to come over with water, but then remembered that it was too late, Xiao Shuang would be too troublesome to come here, so he simply took off his clothes and fell asleep with Chang Sheng.

The weather in the south is damp and cold, and Murong Zhaohui is hard to get used to it, and he can't sleep warmly after winter.It was really cold a few days ago, so I warmed the bed with Mrs. Tang before going to bed, and it was much better.Today I shared the bed with Changsheng, and there was someone sleeping next to me, but I didn't feel cold anymore, and I fell into a deep sleep after a while.

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