Kunning

It is quite normal for a little girl to love cats.

Yan Lin saw it and couldn't help but look at her and smile.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Jiang Xuening, but almost no one noticed Xie Wei's stiffness at that moment. When they turned their eyes again, Xie Wei's whole body was flawless.

Shen Zhiyi looked at Xie Wei curiously: "Is Mr. Xie going to Chengqing Hall?"

Xie Wei didn't speak.

The housekeeper bowed to Shen Zhiyi and explained with a smile: "That's right, it's rare for a distinguished guest like Master Xie to visit, Master Hou specially invites Master Master Xie to come over and talk."

No wonder.

Everyone in the government and the public knew that Xie Wei was easy to get along with, but it was rarely heard that he had a close relationship with anyone and had a good relationship. It has always been others who want to curry favor with him and visit him, but I haven't heard of anyone he visited on his own initiative.

Knowing that the coronation ceremony would be held soon, no one dared to waste his time by talking too much.

Of course, Xie Weiyuan was their husband, and Ben didn't have much to say.

So after exchanging a few greetings, the butler led Xie Wei, walked through the corridor, walked around the hanging flower gate at the rear, and headed towards Chengqing Hall.

Seeing his figure go away, Jiang Xuening finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My heart relaxed, and the strength in my hand also loosened.

Seeing the opportunity, the restless little cat jumped out of her arms with a kick of its legs, called out "meow", jumped up the railing, and disappeared into the rockery stacked by the water.

Only then did she feel a thin tingling sensation from her wrist.

Looking down, there was a bloodstain on his wrist at some point.

At a glance, it was obvious that the cat was scratched by its flopping paws while holding the cat.

It's just that she was too focused just now, and she didn't pay attention to it at all, so she only felt any pain, and she didn't feel pain until her spirit relaxed at this time.

Shen Zhiyi was still looking at the direction in which Xie Wei disappeared, and couldn't help but poke Yan Lin with his arm, and began to tease: "You are a son of nobles in the capital, from now on, you, Yan Lin, will be the one with the greatest face, unexpectedly you can invite Mr. Xie Come to pick up characters for you, but I don’t know how many people I will envy.”

Yan Lin also looked away at this moment.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "It's mostly because of father's face."

King Yanping didn't care so much, he just booed from the sidelines, saying: "No matter what, it's always a good thing. Seeing that it will take a long time to hold the crown ceremony, everyone is a guest today, Yan Lin, you are the master, the master Do whatever you want. We finally came here, so you have to entertain us, right?"

Yan Lin looked at him with a smile: "What do you want to do?"

King Yanping was still young, looked around, as if he was afraid of being discovered by someone, then blinked and said: "Is there any wine?"

Everyone laughed together when they heard it.

Although it was proposed by King Yanping, it was rare for everyone to get together like this, and even Shen Zhiyi agreed.

Yan Lin couldn't help it, so he asked Qingfeng and his servants to fetch some wine and put it under the cherry tree, and sat down with everyone to play and drink.

The butler stopped in front of Chengqing Hall, and only knocked on the door lightly: "Master Xie, Master Xie has arrived."

There was a coughing sound from inside, and it seemed that he got up eagerly, and there were some emotions hidden in some old voices that others could not fathom: "Please come in quickly."

So the butler pushed the door open.

Xie Wei stood in front of this door for a while before walking in.

The sky in winter is not as bright as in summer. Most of the windows in the house were covered, and the lights were not lit, so it looked a little dark.

There is a faint bitter smell of medicine in the air.

On the bed with the curtain hung on the golden hook, the courageous and resolute Hou Yanmu has grown old in a short period of time, and his temples are stained with a little frost, but his eyes are already as sharp as lightning, and he fell on the one who walked in from the outside. on the person.

The restraint of the whole body is full of the aura of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, calm and heavy.

High mountains and seas, singing and picking weeds, like a saint or a hermit.

The long eyebrows are indifferent, and the eyes are deep and quiet.

Yan Mu stared at his facial features carefully, as if he wanted to see some familiar shadows from the unfamiliar outline, but no matter how he searched his memory, twenty years had passed.

No matter how clear the face was, it was eroded by the years.

What's more, it's just a child of six or seven years old. It's really a fantasy to find the outline of the past from the face of a mature young man. Not everyone grows up and looks like a child.

It's just that when people feel like it in their hearts, they look like it no matter how they look.

Yan Mu coughed twice again, and waved his hand lightly: "Young Master Xie, please sit down. Yan is sick, and he doesn't go out these days. Please forgive me for treating you so slowly. Mr. is willing to come, which really makes our house prosperous. Hui."

Xie Wei silently sat on the brocade bench next to him.

Yan Mu said: "The dog is stubborn, thanks to His Majesty's grace, he was selected into the palace to study in the Wenyuan Pavilion, and I heard that Mr. has to take care of him. Didn't he cause trouble for Mr.?"

Xie Wei said: "Your Majesty is not naughty, he is very sensible, and he was rarely worried when he entered Wenyuan Pavilion. Lord Hou's family has a deep family background, and the discipline is also very strict. Just restrict one or two."

younger generation.

Calculated by age, Xie Wei is indeed a junior. But being an official in the court, even the Xiao family will give him three points of favor, and he has never heard of him calling himself a "junior" in front of Duke Ding Xiao Yuan.

Yan Mu's heart tightened a little.

But afterward, there was a bit of desolation, and he sighed: "Mr. Xie, if he has little talent and little knowledge, there may be no learned people in this world. You think it's good to see Yan Lin's slapstick and mischievous appearance, then you probably haven't seen him." I had a really well-behaved child. In the past, Yanlin had a cousin. He read and studied literature, and he was always familiar with it. He was smart and lovable. Except that he was not good at playing the piano, he was willing to practice hard. Such a young child would know It's so rare to endure hardship. My sister often brought him back home from the Xiao family to play. When I saw him, I thought it would be great if my child was born like this in the future. It's a pity that King Pingnan and The Tianjiao rebelled against the party, once surrounded by heavy soldiers, the child was gone before Yan Lin was born..."

"..."

Xie Wei lowered his eyes, but the fingers that were lightly placed on his knee trembled, and slowly clenched into fists, before he sat still.

Yan Mu's eyes turned red, and he leaned back on the bed, his eyes were a little empty, but the censure and pain of facing the hardships and dangers of the world were hidden in his vicissitudes of life voice: "Such a young child is more than six years old and less than seven years old. On a very cold day, the snow was covered and frozen together. His mother stumbled out of the palace like crazy, tore away those who blocked her, and went to the gate of the palace where the snow was piled high. Digging, if you can't dig, then grab the swords of the soldiers nearby, **** the iron brazing in their hands, and smash them again and again. The ice and snow are too hard and thick, and the blood that drips out freezes together, and the iron brazing Knocking on it made people's hands numb, and the skin was worn out and bleeding. A child was dug up, five or six years old, but the ice and snow were stuck to the skin and flesh, and it was impossible to tell who it was. It was the family members who were crying. She pulled it back..."

Xie Wei sat without moving, like a statue.

Yan Mu looked at him again, with tears in his eyes, and the uncontrollable sadness poured out of his voice: "He is only so old, and he has never even been out of the capital. I don't know if the lamp is lit in the palace, if the fire is lit, and if someone will cover him with a quilt at night. What a cruel person, he is willing to push him out? If God has eyes and shows mercy, he will call this child Living in this world, I don’t know what to look like?”

Xie Wei finally closed his eyes slowly, his Adam's apple surged, and after a long, long time, he opened his eyes again as if something had been forced down.

He wanted to smile at Yan Mu.

However, the corners of his lips were too heavy and heavy to bend, so he could only put on a blank face, and said in a low voice: "Auspicious people have the appearance of heaven, since God has pity on them, we should let him go through all the kalpas and ponder them into a tool."

"well…"

Yan Mu actually laughed, even though he shed tears from the laughter, he felt that the stagnant energy of the past twenty years had spewed out from his chest, turning into a surge of pride!

"It should have gone through all the calamities, and it should have been refined!"

His younger sister returned home with Li in a fit of rage, but she still refused to believe that the child was buried in the tomb of Sanbaiyi Tong, endured the pain and humiliation, and searched for it. It's a pity that the world is so big, there is no news, but he is just a little child, no matter how smart he is, how can he escape the doom of the siege?

After all, I couldn't find it.

Everyone thought it was just a mother who didn't believe that the child had gone. Until more than half a year ago, when they were captured by their people, the Yu Party of King Pingnan claimed that when they slaughtered the capital with the Tianjiao, they were definitely not the sons of the world. He was not among the three hundred righteous boys, but was taken away by the leader of the Tianjiao.

Yan Mu didn't dare to think about it, if what these people said was true, what kind of life would a child from two noble families with noble blood fall into the hands of such vicious and vicious rebels, what kind of life would he live? How many pains people don't know...

As long as I think about it, I feel like my internal organs are on fire, and I can't be at peace!

At this moment, he only tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the young man in front of him.

Xie Wei got up, walked to his side, and when he stretched out his hand, Yan Mu grabbed it tightly, the strength was so strong that it was painful.

Looking up again, it was Yan Mu's wide open eyes covered with bloodshot eyes!

It is full of outrageous hatred and hate!

In the end, it turned into deep sorrow.

With a hoarse voice, he looked at him: "When you came, there should have been a cherry tree in front of the Qingyu Hall, which had been planted for twenty-two or three years. It had just been planted back then and it didn't bear much fruit. On the steps under the eaves, I read books and looked at the trees. I hoped that the cherries would be ripe. Now they grow taller and lusher. In summer, there are red fruits hanging under the green leaves. The next summer solstice, Mr. Xie You might as well pick it up and taste it, it’s much sweeter than it was many years ago..."

Xie Wei's throat was already choked, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "Okay."

After Yan Mu finished speaking, he felt a little tired.

He never asked, if the child was still alive and still in this world, why didn't he come to recognize his relatives earlier.

Xie Wei retreated from the house.

The sky on the porch was so bright that it pierced into his eyes and into his heart. There was a burning pain in his chest, so he couldn't help but raised his hand to press down on his heart, staggered two steps, and held onto the Clinging to the pillars, the nails sank into the pillars and left marks, so they did not fall down.

His brows were furrowed, and his face turned pale.

The housekeeper not far from the door was startled, and hurried over to help him.

Xie Wei stood firm by himself.

The butler was startled and worried: "Are you all right?"

Xie Wei let go of his hand slowly, the bottom of his eyes was clearly filled with hostility, but at this moment he was deeply pressed into the overlapping masks, and when he raised his eyes again, he was as calm as before, but it was so quiet that he was like Dead Water Wulan: "It doesn't matter, it's just that I have some chills and heart palpitations."