[Qianguang] Edict of Guilt

1.

After Wu Zhiyuan withdrew to Tianxuan, the southern border was stabilized, and the frontline battle finally had no worries.

It's just that for a long time, Su Su kept his strengths and bide his time, even though Tianji had Qi Zhikan's military fascination, the two armies were still at a stalemate.

Chaozhong was worried for more than ten days, and finally made it to the day of rest and bathing.Ling Guangshou was healed, and Gongsun Qian was able to have a normal holiday.

The autumn wind is cool, and the leaves of the catalpa tree are flexible and stretched, rustling the eaves outside the hall.During the autumn society, only the brave servants took off a few pieces to make hair accessories, and the crown of the tree is now as dense as spring and summer.

I still remember that in summer, the trees are full of bell-shaped flowers, and the white background is decorated with a layer of red pink, which is very dazzling.Sometimes when walking and talking under the tree, the whole flower would fall down and hit the sleeve of the man's blue shirt lightly.

And he was gentle even in the movement of wiping off the residual red.

Ling Guang slowly came back to his senses, took the unimportant memorials accumulated the day before yesterday, and continued to review.

The last book is about how to deal with Yaoguang rumor spreaders.

Ling Guang paused for a moment.

If in the past, he only approved a dead word.If you spare these two people, Murong Li will spare him the hatred of exterminating his clan.

But Gongsun Qian probably doesn't like killing people without explanation.

Moreover, the less Murong Li hated himself, the more likely it would reassure him.

Ling Guang criticized himself for not being confused by his favorite ministers, and wrote that he would interrogate the reason for the rumors again.If revenge for chaos, kill.If you have the heart to care about the people, send them to northern Xinjiang to help the Yaoguang survivors reclaim wasteland.

2.

After the papers owed have been approved, I don't know what to do.Ling Guang took an idle book and came to his bed curtain, leaned his back against the bed, and sat down on the ground.

When he was a child, he also liked to sit in a low place, because in this way, the world would be wider, and the shadows of the four trees seemed to be able to surround people.Even indoors, it can make the space in the room no longer look narrow.

Now the state of mind is no longer limited by the field of vision, but this has become a habit.

Before I read two lines, I saw Gongsun Qian come in to say hello.

Ling Guang put down the book, still sitting on the ground.It's rare to have a rest, why are you here?Is there another urgent report?

Gongsun Qian said, there is indeed something important, but it is not urgent.The minister just thought that there is nothing wrong with him, so he might as well come and report to the king.

Ling Guang patted the ground beside him.

Don't be too polite, just sit down.

Gongsun Qian couldn't help laughing when he remembered the scene of the first acquaintance, said that he was rude, and sat down next to him.

Why does the king always like to sit in a low place?

Ling Guang turned a page of the book.you guess.

Gongsun Qian looked at the carved window lattice on the opposite side.

The subject ventured to guess, maybe it was because the king was always looked up to, but he wanted someone to stand by his side.

It's obviously a wild guess, but it's heart-wrenching to put it this way.

The sky light came in through the window, and Ling Guang raised his eyes to see his square silhouette.

The black hair hung down her shoulders obediently, with a slightly wet light.

Ling Guang stretched out his hand to caress.Palms are cool.

Gongsun Qian gave way subconsciously, but still did not hide.

Just finished bathing?Ling Guang asked.

…yes.

Then why rush over here, beware of catching a cold.

Thank you, the king, for your concern. It doesn't matter, my minister.

Gongsun Qian just felt that if what he played would be very exciting, he couldn't hold his breath, and couldn't wait to talk to him.

Today, I received a secret letter from Zhong Kunyi, saying that Dao Tianshu's war horse was transported to Tianji for some reason.

……

Tianshu didn't even want to give away horses for the sake of keeping a low profile.Ling Guang propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, took a cloth towel, and rubbed the end of his hair for him.

——Your Majesty, this...

Talk about business.Ling Guang pressed his shoulder with one hand.

…yes.Gongsun Qian had no choice but to put away his flattery, and said, this matter was also beyond Zhong Kunyi's expectation.

So what's his plan?

He intends to try to send the horse to Xun Su.

Ling Guang laughed lightly.

Then what did he ask you to do when he sent you a letter?

He asked Tianxuan if there was a way to make the warhorse of Xun Su not acclimatized.

This man is really interesting.Through the cloth towel, Ling Guang held a strand of his hair in his palm and wiped it gently.We just opened the medical center, so let him figure it out.

Doctor Zhong is indeed thoughtful.

You really never speak ill of people.Ling Guang was bored.In your opinion, what is wrong with this king?

There is nothing wrong with the king, Gongsun Qian thought about how to deal with this problem,... but, as a king, he is too sentimental.

The movement behind him stopped for a moment.

Gongsun Qian walked around in front of him with one hand, found his hand behind his neck, and took it.But if it weren't for this, I wouldn't be sitting here today.

Ling Guang didn't withdraw his hand, but smiled.Vice Chancellor Gongsun, is it possible that the misfortune of this country will be fulfilled by you alone?

Gongsun Qian tightened his hand and said silently in his heart, so even if it is his own luck, he must keep Tianxuan safe.

3.

The bickering of that day was finally settled.

Gongsun Qian then put down his hand, and after a while, his head tilted to the side.

Ling Guang quickly reached out to help him, and when his fingertips touched his closed eyelids, he realized that the man was asleep.

Seeing that he fights against the Confucians with the world in his mind every day, he knows that he is tired.

Ling Guang called him twice, but failed to wake him up, so he took off the brocade quilt on the bed and covered him up, and picked up the cloth towel that he had just wiped his hair.

In addition to the moisture, there are still a few strands of black hair left.

Ling Guang wanted to leave it to the servants to tidy up, but after thinking about it, he folded it up and put it next to his pillow for now.

He picked up the book just now, sat down next to the sleeping Gongsun Qian, and continued to read.