The king and his political opponents are innocent!

King Rong lowered his head and smirked, drinking a glass of wine himself.

Gu Qinghou filled it up for him.

King Rong played with the wine glass and whispered: "Actually, I don't like "Yunxi Song", I just think it is precious and rare."

Gu Qinghou also played with the wine glass, and let out a casual "hmm".I don't know if it's false words to echo, or I also think so.

King Rong slammed his chin on his arms and said, "I don't like "Breaking Heaven" either, it's too sad."

Gu Qinghou responded slowly, "Yes".

King Rong said: "I don't like "Above the Sky" either, I'm too lonely."

Gu Qinghou said softly: "Yes."

King Rong raised his head and asked him with a smile, "Do you know which song I like the most by Old Man Songhe?"

Gu Qinghou looked at him, thought for a while, and said: "Singing to the Water?"

King Rong clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Why did you guess right!?"

Gu Qinghou sighed in his heart, because...he also loves this song the most.

King Rong had a drink and asked with a smile, "Do you know why I love it?"

Gu Qinghou felt powerless in his heart, but said without thinking, "It's all natural."

King Rong said loudly at the same time: "It's done in one go!"

Gu Qinghou looked at him, and he also looked at Gu Qinghou, he laughed out loud, Gu Qinghou laughed too, playing with his wine glass with his head down.

King Rong wished he could pat him on the shoulder across the table, and said with a smile, "I suspect you are my twin brother, otherwise how can you fit me so well."

Gu Qinghou smiled and filled him with wine.

King Rong drank a few more cups and was very happy. He lit the pear petals on the white stone table and asked: "This pear blossom has its own beauty alone, and there are clusters of beauty. There is a valley in Southwest Province, where there are many flowers. Plant thousands of old pear trees."

Gu Qinghou said casually: "Feiyingu."

King Rong looked at him and nodded sharply, "Yes, have you been there?"

Gu Qinghou said: "I've been there three times."

King Rong was very wronged, "Is it beautiful?"

Gu Qinghou raised his eyes and said, "Naturally, Luoying is in the middle of the road, like being in the rain——have you ever been there?"

King Rong was even more aggrieved, "Of course I haven't been there, I've only seen it in Yang Xiang's paintings."

Gu Qinghou didn't think much about it, "I'll take you there in the future." He has many friends, and he is often asked to go out with him, and he almost never refuses, such words come as soon as he opens his mouth.

King Rong's brows were filled with joy, his eyes were burning, "Is this true?"

Gu Qinghou felt a little regretful that he had made a promise, but he still said: "Really."

King Rong's eyes were crooked, and his drunkenness was already showing, "It's great not to be the prince, you can go wherever you want."

Gu Qinghou poured him another glass of wine, King Rong clinked glasses with him, "Why don't you drink?"

Gu Qinghou had no choice but to take a sip.

He watched King Rong drink it all in one gulp, and thought, "Drink with you, how dare I drink more?"

King Rong put down his wine glass, and he filled it silently.

Drink, drink more.

King Rong loved to chat with him more and more, "What books do you like to read on weekdays?"

Gu Qinghou replied: "Miscellaneous books."

King Rong asked, "What miscellaneous books?"

Gu Qinghou glanced at him, "Remember ancient books about mountains, rivers and hydrology."

"Oh?" King Rong tilted his head and asked him, "Have you read the Wanxu Sutra?"

Gu Qinghou sighed in his heart, could he not have seen it?This is a miscellaneous history book, mainly recording mountains and mountains, supplemented by various vegetation, birds and animals, customs and products, inscriptions on steles, folk songs and folk songs, and strange stories.

His favorite miscellaneous book, in the past at home, he pressed it under the pillow at any time, and often read it before going to bed.

Gu Qinghou said: "I have read it, my favorite book."

King Rong was really elated, "I love this book too! I read it hundreds of times, and it's still under my pillow. I can't sleep at night without reading it."

Gu Qinghou: "..."

He had seen the bookshelves in the cinema, there were countless ancient books describing the hydrology of mountains and rivers, and there was a whole row of various manuscripts of "The Classic of Wanxu".As soon as he glanced at it, he knew that he, I'm afraid, had the same reading taste as King Rong.

King Narong talked endlessly about his thoughts and feelings about this book.

Gu Qinghou was listening most of the time, and occasionally couldn't help answering the words, which always attracted King Rong's happy and loud echo.The more the two chatted, the smoother they became, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

King Rong ignorantly drank half of the pot, and finally poured it on the white stone table, pointing his fingers restlessly, talking nonsense, "Gu Qing, did you and I know each other in the last life, and didn't say enough before dying?" Otherwise, why do I feel like I can never finish talking to you..."

Gu Qinghou turned the small wine glass in his hand, and when King Rong slowly closed his eyes, his eyes gradually turned cold.He threw the small wine glass in his hand onto the table, as if an invisible force had been relieved from his body, he leaned back, leaning his back loosely against the tree trunk.

The person lying on the white stone table was completely asleep, his long eyelashes were closed, and the skirt of his clothes was worn halfway, and the white jade-like skin could be vaguely seen inside.

Gu Qinghou stared at that place, but felt a little uncomfortable, turned his eyes away involuntarily, and reprimanded in his heart: "The so-called king of prostitution."

King Rong closed his eyes and let out a smirk, he was still chatting with someone in his dream, very unhappy.

He just took a nap after being slightly drunk, and within half an hour he was woken up by the freezing wind.

He raised his head, and Gu Qinghou was standing not far away, playing with the two dogs under his feet.

He rubbed his eyes, smiled and was confused, "Why did I fall asleep?"

Only then did Gu Qinghou slowly walk over, "Your Highness drank too much."

King Rong was still a little dizzy, he stood up with his hands on the stone table, and two pieces of yellow paper fell from his already loose arms.

Gu Qinghou had sharp eyes and quick hands, bent down to pick it up, but King Rong snatched it up before him, and hurriedly folded it into his arms.

Gu Qinghou couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

King Rong couldn't help showing some embarrassment on his face, he hesitated to answer.

Gu Qinghou understood in an instant, what could it be for a person like him who is so secretive for fear of being seen by others?

An unspeakable emotion welled up in his heart, looking at the person in front of him, he thought to himself, he has lost his good skin for nothing.

King Rong didn't know what he was thinking, he smoothed the skirt of his chest, lowered his head, and smiled awkwardly, "This is... an ominous thing."

Gu Qinghou couldn't tell good from bad on his face, he responded lightly: "Oh."

The two of them parted ways in the Lihuayuan, and Gu Qinghou went back to the theater alone, starting his lonely and long career as a "beauty".The "beauty" in the backyard is not able to see the prince every day, and Gu Qinghou has not seen him for four or five days since then.

It's strange to say that everyone knows that he is an idle prince who has nothing to do, but he always looks like he is so busy that he doesn't touch the ground.

Thinking of this, Gu Qinghou let out a hey.Then, he continued to bully Xiaohuang and tease Xiaobai with a small stick.

He lay down for half a day, feeling extremely bored, got out of the rocking chair and went out of the yard intending to walk around.He didn't know anyone acquainted in this mansion, and he didn't plan to get acquainted with anyone, and only went to the deep scenery.

After walking for half a day, the more he walked, the more he walked, the more he walked, the more he walked, the more he walked, the spring bushes covered his eyes, the short grass covered the slope, and further forward, it seemed like a wall, and the road under his feet came to an end. .

In this desolate place, when he heard crying suddenly, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

He thought he heard it wrong, so he listened intently for a while, and after a while, he laughed in horror.

The voice sounded like King Rong's!

The road under his feet had come to an end, he stepped on the weeds and mud, silently dodged the bushes and rocks, hid behind a rockery, and slowly leaned out.

At the end of the grassy slope, under the tall courtyard wall, King Rong was squatting there, with his back to the outside, burning something there, and black smoke billowed up.

Gu Qinghou listened carefully, and the King of Rong was muttering, "When you left, I only put on a single piece of clothing for you. You were buried under the loess soil, is it cold?" He couldn't help wiping his tears, "You Let me know what you want! I brought you the roast chicken you mentioned last time, as well as glutinous rice cakes, apples, and your favorite balls. You always lose them. I brought you two. Let's play slowly..."

His shoulders trembled slightly, his head was lowered, weeping in a low voice, and said: "Don't play too much, you think about me...I miss you! Don't worry, no one will forget you."

Gu Qinghou frowned, he was confused when he heard it, is this a sacrifice?Who should I pay homage to?

He thought about it, but couldn't understand it.

King Rong squatted alone, although his voice was not loud, but the appearance of drooping his head and wiping his tears revealed a sense of helplessness and unspoken grief.

Gu Qinghou watched for a while, then left silently.

He walked all the way back to Shu Cinema, lay down on the rocking chair, still thinking deeply in his heart.

He looked around the room, wanting to invite a maid to ask him, but he felt it was inappropriate.

Forget it, what does it matter to me?

He lay back on the chair, put his hands behind his head, and followed the rocking chair back and forth.

After half an hour, he clicked his tongue and stood up.

Kind of annoying.

He walked around the yard, walked up and down under the eaves a few times, looked at the plum tree for a while, and touched the white stone.By the pond, Xiaobai opened his mouth and bared his teeth, and rushed towards Xiaohuang. Xiaohuang jumped on all fours, holding his neck stiffly, and Xiaobai pressed against Xiaohuang's neck with a fierce face.The two puppies were extremely fierce, their necks intersected, each looked straight behind each other, whining loudly, and neither of them moved.

In the past, Gu Qinghou could watch it for half a day, but now he just felt tired, turned around, grabbed the plum branch, broke it into pieces, and threw it into the pool of water.

At night, Gu Qinghou was lying on the bed, flipping through the "Wanxu Jing" that he had read countless times.

He turned his head to the side, why there seemed to be music in the distance?

He turned over and got out of bed, put on a coat, and walked along the dark alley, the music was getting louder and louder.

Sure enough, he was standing outside the gate in Qunyu Courtyard.

The doors of Qunyu Courtyard were closed tightly, but there were bursts of pipa sounds, human voices, talking and laughing, and bantering in the courtyard.Through the wall, one can see a faint halo over the courtyard, and it seems that many candles are burning inside.

Holding the door knocker with both hands, he gently pushed open a small crack.

I saw that in the courtyard, the lights were brilliant, as bright as day, the ground was covered with incense crumbs, and red flowers were shining brightly.Several dancers in colorful clothes slenderly turned their waists, and their colorful ribbons fluttered. There were also players holding pipas playing and singing slowly. On the table, there were all kinds of delicacies, gold plates and jade cups, flying colors and streamers.King Rong sat cross-legged in front of the low table, his face was flushed, his eyes were full of stickiness, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.Surrounded by a few men and women around his table, they were passing him an amber cup full of fine wine across the table, and he took it and drank it slowly.

The men and women booed and applauded, King Rong smiled ambiguously.

He was very happy, how could there be a trace of loneliness and sadness?

Gu Qinghou got up, closed the door, and walked straight away.

He returned to Shu Cinema, entered the warm pavilion, threw his coat on the couch, lay flat on the bed, and was about to abandon his idle thoughts and go to bed immediately.

However, he did not fall asleep.

I remembered what was wrong, it turned out that I forgot to cover the quilt.He tore off the quilt and pressed it on his body.

Oh, so thick.

Lift it up and push the quilt aside.

The wind in the spring night is a bit cool.

He pulled back the quilt again, covered it, it was still too hot, and opened it again, repeated several times, finally sighed, turned over and hugged the quilt, half blowing the air and half covering the quilt.

He couldn't tell what it was like, he was a little disturbed, a little unhappy, a little confused...

After tossing and turning like this until midnight, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well, he seemed to have a lot of dreams, and for a moment he saw a solitary figure shrunk into a small ball, squatting there to burn paper, he spent a long time turning to the front of that person, it was indeed King Rong , was drooping his eyes, silently shedding tears.

For a while, he saw Huoshu Qihua again, the flowers and lights surrounded King Rong, he squinted his eyes and laughed, his clothes were loose, and he wanted to pull himself, Gu Qinghou was startled, and dodged to avoid it.