[Qianguang] Edict of Guilt

1.

After lunch, before departure, Ling Guang took another look at the endgame.

The wind is strong in the deep winter, and the flowers and leaves have already left their positions, scattered inside and outside the chessboard.

The minister still remembers this.If the king wants to resume the order, the minister can do it for him.Gongsun Qian is in the side road.

OK.Ling Guang had no obsession with this, so he responded casually.

He squatted down again and fiddled with a piece of white plum petals.

This king's chess was taught by the prime minister.

Seeing that he had no intention of getting up for a while, Gongsun Qian took a step towards where the wind was coming from to shield him from the cold.

At that time, the king was still young, just playing around, insisting on placing the chess pieces in the squares.Ling Guang recalled.The prime minister didn't say it was wrong.He just said, playing like this is not Go.

Whatever the king wants to do is naturally right.Gongsun Qian said.

Ling Guang raised his head.

... The minister said, thinking about it, there is indeed a special meaning to this statement.The rules are determined by people, and right and wrong are judged by people. The chess game is all-encompassing, and it can only be explained.

The prime minister teaches chess, but he is not constrained by the way of chess. He is a man of great wisdom.Only then did Ling Guang raise his eyebrows.Although you are already in a high position, you still have to learn from him.

The king made a point.The minister must keep in mind that he will live up to the entrustment of the king and the prime minister.

Ling Guang held his chin and said, what the prime minister entrusted to you, let me hear it.

Gongsun Qian stretched out his hand to him.

Ling Guang smiled, handed over his hand, and let him pull himself up.

The two chatted a few gossips and walked towards the carriage.

2.

It took more than ten days to travel, and the closer you are to the royal city, the colder it will be.

It was originally the last two days of the trip, but it was delayed due to the sudden heavy snow.Before reaching the town, it was already dark.

The carriage gradually slowed down, Ling Guang lifted the curtains, shrank his neck from the cold wind, but still couldn't help looking outside.

The jade dust is rustling, the moonlight is snowy, the upper and lower sides are silvery white, and the cold light of heaven and earth melts into one place.

The shadows of the trees beside the road are dark and criss-crossed, like a tempting dream, and the depth is bottomless.

Beware of catching a cold.Gongsun Qian said.

Ling Guang looked again, wanting to be obedient, so he lowered the curtains.However, a lieutenant came forward immediately, Your Majesty, the last general miscalculated and did not expect this celestial phenomenon... Now I am afraid that I will not be able to make it to the town, so I can only camp in the wild.

It doesn't matter to the king, it's just hard work for the soldiers.Ling Guangdao, tents and quilts and other cold-proof things are still enough.

He asked about the important point, the lieutenant hesitated for a moment, and said, the marching supplies are limited, in such weather, two or three people have to share a set at night, and squeeze each other to keep warm.

Gongsun Qian had a vague premonition, and said, is there a way to arrange the king's tent?If it doesn't work, I can spend the night in the carriage.

The lieutenant hurriedly said, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid you can't stand it in this cold weather.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, Your Majesty, can you take Vice Prime Minister Gongsun in for a night.

……

Gongsun Qian didn't know why the deputy general didn't feel so embarrassed.

Although he himself wished for it.

The lieutenant general actually thought very simply, Lord Gongsun was the only one who had stayed in the carriage with the king, and if he wanted to sleep in a tent, he was the only one.

Ling Guang turned his head and glanced at Gongsun Qian, and said to the window without changing his face, he should act in a hurry, so let's do it this way.

3.

So they camped there.

More fun in the snow.After dinner, Ling Guang insisted on leaving the fire and went to find a snowfield.

When he found it, he was reluctant to touch it, so he said to Gongsun Qian, since you can carve, you can be inspired when you see this clear and white.

Gongsun Qiandao said that the minister thought that the most beautiful thing is to carve and decorate naturally.

This king asked you seriously, but you were lazy.

I sincerely think that ordinary craftsmanship is not worthy of this natural good fortune.

Ling Guang didn't let him go.Didn't you ever build a snowman when you were a child?

Gongsun Qian smiled.Innocent when young, closer to nature.Now I know that I have too many distracting thoughts, and I dare not act like I used to.

But he picked up a branch, shook off the snow powder, and began to write on the ground stroke by stroke.

The branches were already sharper than the snow, which gave him a bit of sword intent in his steady movements.

The seal script written by the pen is tough at the straight and soft at the bend.

Now the only thing that can get rid of distracting thoughts is these two words.Gongsun Qian said.

Ling Guang watched his surname gradually appear on the snow.

Although it is useful, I still feel that he is being lazy.

Therefore, when Gongsun Qian was about to write again, the back of his hand was slightly cold, and Ling Guang had already held it.

Turning his head to look, he was smiling under the moonlight, his eyes brightened by the snow.

His expression was habitually calm, but mischievous and self-willed in the hazy night.

Now, do you still have no distractions?the king asked him.

Gongsun Qian only smiled slightly.

Then it depends on the king's advice.

Let him hold hands and write down.

Originally, although Ling Guang's brushwork was different from Gongsun Qian's, it had its own strength and arrogance.

Now the palms and the backs of the palms, the warm lines are close to each other, and the figures overlap.The fabric rustled and wrinkled.

But there is no need to fight for that momentum.

There are only a few light words, like water flowing through the clouds in a fairyland, forming more slowly and gently.

Gongsun Qian didn't need to worry about writing anymore, before he knew it, he had already turned his eyes to look at him.

Talk about distracting thoughts.The mind has been occupied, so how can I have time to think about it.