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He Zhinian lay on him and sucked the quilt, enjoying the gentle touch from the man above his head, buried in the quilt, and said in a somewhat vague voice: "Two days and five hours. Now it's the time."

This is the longest sleep he has had since he suffered from lethargy, and he does not feel hungry when he wakes up. He is expected to be taken care of by the young man lying on his body crying out of breath, and said: "Zhi Nian, Thanks a lot."

He Zhinian only cared about himself crying, Wang Bing looked at the brocade tent, he thought, this time he must stay longer, and he must not sleep until Cen Li came to see him in his busy schedule.

He Zhinian was considered a fledgling half-doctor, forced himself to control his emotions and raised his head, felt Wang Bing's forehead and pulse, and poured a bowl of water for him to feed.With a strong nasal voice, he said: "My lord, today is the beginning of autumn, the time has passed, shall we go to enjoy the phoenix trees later?"

Wang Bing thought that he really felt that he hadn't gone out for a long time, and that he was very bored, but before walking on the ground, He Zhinian brought him a bowl of medicinal porridge, and let him go out after eating.

There is a good saying, "Phoenix is ​​not a sycamore tree." The sycamore tree is very pleasing to the eye just standing there. The leaves and seeds can be used as medicine, and the trunk can also make a good piano. In short, it is full of treasures.After entering autumn, the leaves of this tree fall early, so in the palace, every year on the day of the beginning of autumn, someone will move the sycamore tree into a pot and then move it to the palace. When the time comes, the Taishiguan will shout " Autumn is coming", the phoenix tree dropped its leaves in response, like swallows heralding the spring, and the leaves of the phoenix tree herald the autumn.

Many sycamore trees are planted in this elegant courtyard. In early autumn, other trees are still as vigorous as summer, and many leaves of sycamore trees have fallen, so there is a saying that "when a leaf of sycamore falls, the world knows autumn".

Wang Bing wanted to sit by the pool, but He Zhinian refused to let him, saying it was too dangerous, so he just brought a mat from the house and put it under the sycamore tree for him to sit on, and also moved out the table and the small stove, Busy up and down making tea.

Wang Bing picked up a fallen leaf with a sad look on his face.Like these fallen leaves, he is about to come to the end of his life, but the fallen leaves can return to their roots, but he cannot return to his homeland.

The rustling of leaves was accompanied by the sound of He Zhinian smashing tea leaves, the small yard was like a peach garden.

"Young Master?" He Zhinian called him, blew the brewed tea to cool down, and brought it in front of him, the soft eyebrows under the sunlight sifted by the leaves were particularly beautiful, and it actually calmed He Zhinian's irritability for the past few days Feeling.

Wang Bing took it, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Good tea."

He Zhinian looked at his face, and blurted out: "'Sit and drink the Lingling water, watching the decoction rustle away. I have no reason to hold a bowl and send it to tea lovers'."

"Bai Letian's poems." Wang Bing put down his bowl, watched the leaves swirling and falling on the water, and said, "'Who knows what it feels like if you don't see Yang Muchao', he just misses his wife and uncle Yang Muchao."

He Zhinian sat opposite Wang Bing, heard the words, crawled over with hands and feet together, sat beside Wang Bing in a regular manner, and said: "My lord, tea is different from wine, ordinary people drink more, drinking tea is the only way to maintain health."

"You are taking things out of context..." Wang Bing moved to the side uncomfortably, and shouted in a less dignified way: "Zhi Nian!"

He Zhinian was sitting upright, but his hands were dishonest, touching his chest, looking at his posture, he wanted to take off his jacket even with his belt. "A king doesn't teach with words. My son, you haven't taught me martial arts, you only learned the art of war. If I meet someone with thick arms, won't I be hanged and beaten?"

"Teach me, teach me." He made Wang Bing feel uncomfortable all over, and He Zhinian seemed to be a different person again, greasy and crooked, and crawled into him whenever there was a gap.

"Practice martial arts first, you have to be beaten. How about I teach you?"

He Zhinian: "..."

Wang Bing and He Zhinian moved their gazes to the gate of the courtyard at the same time, and saw Cen Lizheng in a black Hu suit walking in. The expression on his face was not sure whether it was excitement or anger, maybe both, and he walked quickly to Wang Bing .

Wang Bing looked up at him, under the sycamore tree, dappled sunlight shone on him, those eyes almost sucked Wang Bing's soul.

A sycamore leaf fell from the tree, slipped over Cen Li's shoulder, and fell into Wang Bing's lapel.

A day is like a year, and the pain of longing is like climbing the Taihang Mountains on foot.

He Zhinian is skin-to-skin, and he, who has devoted himself to academics for a while, knows that he should leave the stage.

Cen Li bent down and brushed away a few strands of hair from Wang Bing's forehead, and the sunlight shone into those pure black eyes.

Cen Li said: "This is not a dream, is it?"

Wang Bing said softly: "It's real, not a dream."

Cen Li landed on his knees, hugged him slowly but tightly, choked up and said, "This isn't farewell...is it?"

"No." Wang Bing smiled and shed tears, and his eyes began to flicker in black and white.Suddenly the wind blows, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are colorful, like thousands of butterflies surrounding them.He said: "Hua Xin, can I ask you one thing? After I die, don't bury me in the cold soil, burn the body, and trouble you to carry the ashes with you. I only have this extravagant wish."

The air was quickly evacuated from the chest cavity, and the blood was highly poisoned.Cen Li buried his head on his thin shoulders, hugged him and wept bitterly, saying over and over again: "...OK..."

In fact, they have only seen each other for a few days, and their appearance has not changed, but their hearts have changed with each passing day.

In the daily recurring nightmare, there is always a ray of light breaking through the clouds, tearing the darkness and giving him the courage to open his eyes, and the light will shine, all for you.

Even if you are a prince admired by thousands of people, and everything you do is contrary to your sincerity, you still have to move forward because of you.

They both tried their best for each other, but they ended up like this.Cen Li didn't understand.

It's not bad luck, but fate is unfair.

How many people think that their fate is up to them, but in fact, the calamity is yet to come. Others can't tell the truth, and they only wake up because of their own struggles. In the end, they believe in fate and God but not themselves, which is ridiculous.

He Zhinian ran into the house in embarrassment from behind the pillars in the porch, closed the door with a "bang", put his back behind the door, stuffed his fists into his mouth, and tried not to cry out.

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The western suburbs of Jiankang.

All the officials were tired from standing, and the time for offering sacrifices had passed. Taichang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He stretched his neck and looked towards Putian, but there was no one in sight.Tianwei is like thunder, and only the prime minister dares to go to the fields against the order. All they can do is wait, each with their own thoughts.

In the white mist, Wang Hong looked up, it was still fog, Chen Huai went over to hold his hand, and said: "Ah Shao, I have heard that this Qimen Dunjia is the art of the emperor, it can predict the future, it is very evil. In ancient times Nine Heavens Xuannv was awarded to Emperor Xuanyuan, Emperor Xuanyuan used this technique to defeat Chi You, and later passed it on to the Prime Minister Fenghou, who were also proficient in this technique, Jiang Taigong of the Zhou Dynasty, and Zhang Zifang of the Han Dynasty, all of them are all-powerful figures."

"En." Wang Hong looked around again, bent down to pick up a stone and threw it out. The sound of the stone rolling was very clear. "There are no obstacles around here."

Chen Huai bit his lip and said, "If I don't run around after that guard dies, will we all go out?"

This is indeed the case, they all broke into the door of death, fortunately they were not killed by "Qi", and they can go out by walking in that direction.

"It's all my fault..." Chen Huai stared at Wang Hong's shoes, regretting endlessly. If he had resisted screaming at that time, Wang Hong would not have come to him.

Things can't be this bad.

"It's not impossible, Your Majesty. There are 12 guards who came in with me. Two of them sacrificed just now, and there are ten more in this formation. Hearing their screams before they died, we can roughly determine their positions. It’s ok. Those who recorded Wusheng Formation used this method to escape.” Wang Hong paused, then said: “It’s just that this method is very dangerous, let’s not say whether we can find each other in the mist, maybe we will leave the formation as soon as we leave. will be killed."

After hearing this, Chen Huai's face changed drastically, and he said, "No way! Don't do anything that might happen, and wait for support. I don't believe that the emperor hasn't shown up all day, and those people won't come here."

"The lifeless formation can only exist for an hour and a half, after which the formation will change and disappear on its own, killing the people inside it together. Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Chen Huai drew a horizontal line on the ground with his dragon boots, and said in an unsteady voice: "Ah Shao, make a mark here. If there are screams, I will go first. You stay here for now, and I will make marks along the way." , look at the mark..."

"No!" Wang Hong interrupted him immediately, "I said this method is too dangerous, and it's too difficult to tell the direction with only one voice, and the person who goes to find the way should also be a minister."

I saw that the prime minister, who was explaining Wu Sheng Formation calmly just now, changed his face in a blink of an eye.Chen Huai was taken aback by his sudden change. He didn't know why he was angry, so he hurried up and said nice things: "If you say you can't do it, then you don't want it, okay? Don't ignore me..."

Wang Hong turned around and ignored him, really annoyed.Chen Huai hurriedly went up to pull the hem of his clothes, as if a stray dog ​​begged for shelter.

Wang Hongxian couldn't bear it any longer, and stretched out his hand to tidy up the messy fur for him. He couldn't see the emperor's expression clearly through the crown.Said: "Your Majesty, you will go out safely, I guarantee it with my life."

Chen Huai said, "Are you angry?"

Wang Hong returned to his usual humiliating appearance, and said, "I dare not."

"You obviously have it, I can see it at a glance!"

"No." Wang Hong looked away, and his mouth was very stiff.

Chen Huai couldn't do anything about his appearance, thinking of giving him a lesson from Zhuang Zixiu after going out, changing his full concept of monarch and minister, and said: "Forget it, you are not good at all, you always set yourself in four In a square frame, but I also like you like this. So let's go together, and don't rush to open the way in front, huh? I am the Son of Heaven, how dare you resist the order?"

Wang Hong swallowed the words again, habitually wanting to bow down, but suddenly found that his hand was still being held by him, and he was a little embarrassed.

Seeing his inconsistency, Chen Huai completely forgot that he was in a dangerous situation, and was quite proud.

Wang Hongdao: "Your Majesty, after the death of your guard, did you see the body?"

"No..." After he said that, Chen Huai remembered that not only was there no corpse, there was not even a drop of blood on the ground!

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