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Chapter 30 Chapter 34
After Shen Ce and Zhaozhao read these introductions, they left Duke Shen to reminisce with the guests. He and Zhaozhao walked side by side to the promenade.
Beside the promenade, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the shadows were on Zhaozhao's face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
"Brother? That person..." She was still thinking about the conversation just now, "Where did he go after my sister died?"
"Leave on the day of breaking the palace, nowhere to be found."
Zhaozhao always felt that something was wrong, something was missing.
It's okay for him to give up his personal ambitions, that kind of thing is his external fame. Just like when she took her uncle's class, Shen Zheng became a monk, it was a very personal matter, and it had nothing to do with others.
But it's not a personal thing to let go of a big job. He is a king, with subordinates, and people.
"A person who has guarded the southern border for more than ten years must love that land and people deeply," she guessed, "so even if he wants to die, he will definitely take care of the aftermath, because he has loved there for more than ten years, so he shouldn't leave it behind. "
If an ordinary person commits suicide, he will want to explain his fate, not to mention that he is a king. The troubles after handing over the entire army and killing the monarch can never be completed in a day or two. This is what she understands. Humans are not single-celled creatures. They have love for their sisters, and naturally they also have brotherhood for their subordinates, as well as compassion for their people. All wiped out in one day?
Can't explain.
People who can reach the stage of being a king have a very comparable vision. To be able to see fame and fame as dust, and to look down on life and death, means that the person's heart and mind are above ordinary people. Even if you want to die, you will be more calm and have no regrets. Why did he suddenly become a reckless man who left the army and the chaos that day and walked away?
Still can't explain it.
"After killing the king, something must have happened," she asserted.
He didn't answer unexpectedly. Zhaozhao understands human nature very well, and only a few words gave her a glimpse of Shen Ce in the past.
Later generations will never know what happened inside the palace gate that day...
"Why didn't you speak?" she asked.
"say what?"
"What happened after the king was murdered?"
He shook his head: "Can't check."
...
Zhaozhao wanted to say, how come I ask, it is all impossible to check.
However, she is not a person who likes to dig into the bull's horns. Seeing that Shen Ce said no, she is no longer persistent. After all, he is the ancestor of the Shen family, and there is always a chance to solve his doubts.
Uncle Shen has arrived at the airport. She and her uncle will have an opening ceremony together. There will be a business dinner from 6:00 to 8:00. You need to prepare in advance. She chose a water pavilion with a good view, leaned on the gooseneck chair by the water, and talked to the secretary about the process of the opening ceremony.
A personal hairdresser re-curled her hair ends and touched up her makeup by the way.
She turned the page to the end, went through Uncle Shen's manuscript again, marked a few words to be considered, and planned to see Uncle Shen for a discussion later.
He closed the document, crossed the water, and saw Shen Ce and his cousins โโchatting with each other in the distance.
She looked at Shen Ce, Shen Ce noticed it, and picked up the phone.
Text messages come in: Beauty is leaning on, beauty is leaning on.
She pursed her lips and smiled, rarely praised by him for her good looks.
Shen Ce is a strange person, sometimes serious, sometimes rambunctious, and sometimes reserved. never say love her, don't often praise her, keep words in heart. Today's text messages are rare.
"What are you laughing at?" the secretary chatted with her.
"It's nothing," she patted the gooseneck chair they were leaning against, and told the secretary casually, "this bench is also called 'beautiful lean'. Doesn't it sound good?"
The secretary has been in Hong Kong and Macau all the year round. When first heard this name and saw this long line on the water, saw Zhao Zhao again before eyes, and felt it fit.
She raised her eyes again, and Shen Ce was nowhere to be seen across the water.
At the end of the busy day's trip, it was nearly ten o'clock when returned to the Shen residence.
Zhaozhao got off at the gate and called Shen Ce, but no one answered. On the way back, she called her and asked her to wait at the entrance of Shen's house. Where did the half-hour effort go? After about ten minutes of standing, the phone dialed back.
"Where I was just now, the signal is not good," he said. "Would you like to come to me?"
She looked around: "You tell me how to go."
Shen Ce instructed on the phone, and she walked forward alone.
The Shen family's ancestral house is located in a remote location, which has an advantage. There are familiar neighbors nearby, and there will be no outsiders coming in and out, so there will be no major danger. The last time came back, the bridge was not repaired, and the road was not easy to walk after it rained. In the past ten years, the road and bridge have been rebuilt. The newly installed street lights by the water are short, and they form an infinitely long shadow in the swirling tree shadows. , lighted the way for her.
After a long circle, we stopped in front of a yard.
Shen Ce asked her to enter the yard directly, locked it by the way, and hung up the phone.
She looked up, no plaque.
She had seen this place ten years ago. The two courtyards were deserted, with gray walls and dead trees, and it was quite desolate in the rain... Now it has been rebuilt and it has become a new house.
With some anticipation, she pushed the door lightly.
I thought it was a peaceful and stable house like the Shen residence, with a lively outside and a constant flow of people inside. Unexpectedly, it was like a private house isolated from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
She locked the door and walked in the first place amid the rustling of the bamboo forests on both sides.
Going around the screen, the Chinese-style clogs are arranged in a row, each pair is a female style, it is her size, the clogs have different lacquer paintings, and different colored ropes, as if saying: pick your favorite.
Zhaozhao carefully picked out the double-tie multicolored rope, and left the sandals in the first entry.
In the midsummer pond, a tail of golden koi was playing in the shallow pond. Zhaozhao watched the koi carefully in the movement of the clogs, thinking that the owner of this house really put a lot of effort into choosing the fish of the same style as possible.
At the end, after a turn, the eyes suddenly become clear, this is entering the backyard.
Shen Ce placed a table of wine in the empty waterside pavilion, waiting for her. He drank a lot by pouring himself into the water, listening to the sound of the clogs, raising his eyes slightly, his black eyes filled with the light of water when he was slightly drunk. Thin lips pressed against the mouth of the cup, standing still, watching her walk towards him.
Zhaozhao left the clogs outside, went barefoot, knelt down beside him and sat down: "I'm not used to wearing clogs."
He grabbed her ankle, put it on his leg, and checked her toes to see if they were red.
"Isn't it too dirty?" Zhaozhao looked for disinfectant wipes everywhere and wiped his hands.
"I don't mind." He whispered.
She sniffed his chin, it smelled so good. When others drink, she can't hide the smell of alcohol, and she finds it unpleasant. Shen Ce drinks, like a beauty brewed from wine, with a sweet fragrance inside and out.
"Brother," she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lower lip, "Happy birthday."
He also kissed her and slowly tasted her lips: "What gift do you want?"
"Your birthday, why ask me?"
"It's my birthday, of course I'll give it to you."
What a lie.
Zhaozhao kissed his eyes: "You."
Shen Ce nodded. She put her hands on the shirts, one by one, until the third one, and she quickly held his hand: "The person serving the food will come and be scared to death by you."
"No one served, they all left." He just frightened her, picked up the jug, and poured wine for her.
"You packed here?"
"This house is yours."
She was surprised: "...you bought it?"
"Yes. It took four years to repair, and it was completed last year."
Zhaozhao looked around, ponds, rockeries, and waterside pavilions, shadows of trees, and summer flowers next to the water. This water pavilion is not like the traditional style, except for the rain shelter supported by the four-corner log pillars, there is no shelter around it, and the log floor is covered. She looked to the edge of the water, and if she wasn't careful, the corner of her skirt would slide down into the water...
He hurried back to celebrate his birthday, but he prepared a big gift for him.
"How did you come up with this cover?"
"Didn't you say, let me build a house for you?" He handed her the cup.
"Obviously not, what I said was to build one for you."
"Really?" he was confused. "Am I wrong?"
Zhao Zhao saw his faint smile, knowing that he was deliberately pretending to be stupid, so he couldn't help but look around.
There were a few small dishes on the table, for drinking, and there were bean sprouts with wine and fragrant beans, which he personally fried for her. Shen Ce didn't let her move his chopsticks, let her enjoy the scenery, fed her a sip of vegetables, and poured a few sips of wine. Before she was too old, she succeeded in getting her who was extremely poor in alcohol drunk.
She propped her chin and looked at him drunkenly at the low table, sliding her hand along the edge of the table to the back of his hand, like a disciple: "Enter the room? Still here?"
"As you like." He held back a smile.
Taking advantage of him when he is drunk cannot be corrected.
Although it was his intention to drink her wine, and he wanted to see the beauty drunk once on her birthday, he was not in a hurry to do anything. Zhaozhao touched his arm, put on the fabric of his shirt, and stroked on his arm: "I've been busy for a long time, and you don't miss me."
"think."
She pursed her mouth, and Shen Ce fed her a sip of wine.
She shook her head and pursed her lips.
Shen Ce was interested, took a sip, put his palm behind her head, and fed her the wine in his mouth.
"That dice..." As soon as she was drunk, her consciousness floated, and she could slip out of it for thousands of miles. Inexplicably, she thought of the dice that she first saw in Shuixie, "Why did you send me?"
Didn't wait for him to answer. She leaned over, and the breath she exhaled landed on Shen Ce's chin and neck, and kissed her carefully.
"Have you heard the story of Maweipo?"
She nibbled at his earlobe: "Yeah."
At that time, he had never seen Zhaozhao, and he did not know what happened in the past. Grandpa gave him the dice, and when he talked about why Siheyi was red, he naturally talked about Tang Xuanzong and Maweipo. This dice is a token of love between grandfather and grandma, and grandma asked him to give it to the person he likes. He said no. Grandpa asked, what does he like? He replied, don't know.
At the age of sixteen, he had no feelings for love and never imagined what his future girlfriend would look like. But he had a hunch that he would wait until one... Even if faced with the predicament of Maweipo, ten thousand horses besieged him alone, and asked him to choose between his own life and her, he would not hesitate to choose to keep the other's... girl .
"If it were me, in the face of Maweipo's predicament, I would choose you. This is the meaning of giving dice."
...
The two looked at each other.
She seemed to understand, but her consciousness was not in her body. She had long forgotten what she was asking. She held her chin and smiled softly at him, pointing to the eaves not far away: "Yuanyangwa."
She once wanted to build a house to send him, and the eaves were full of mandarin duck tiles.
He didn't care about her jumping thoughts, and was happy to gossip with her: "Yes, Yuanyangwa."
"I like Jiangnan." The beauty leans on, the mandarin duck tile, everything is wonderful.
"We live wherever you like," he replied.
She was delighted, nudging his lips to him, and he put the cup to her lips. She smelled it, suddenly changed her mind and didn't want to drink it, and pushed it away. Shen Ce smiled to himself, raised his head and drank, his eyes burning with her, she was the only one.
Zhaozhao stroked his fingers on the table, as if he was aggrieved.
"What do you want to tell my brother?" he asked softly, inducing her, "suddenly feel wronged?"
She squinted and slipped to the floor, complaining softly, "You never said you loved me."
He laughed.
It's not that don't want to say it, this is too thin and pale, and can't support feelings for her at all.
Seeing him only smiling but not talking, her eyes darkened.
"Put your face up."
She raised her face and looked at him. In his eyes, the light of the dark red lantern was like a wild fire falling from the sky, and the flames fell on the lake.
"I love you," he said, "Zhaozhao, I have never loved anyone, only you. Everything I do, good or bad, good or bad, is only for you. ."
She was delighted, her eyes were curved, she bit her lower lip, and her face turned red from the smile. Excited for no reason, she couldn't wait to sit in front of him, fumbling with her fingers on his shirt, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons.
The wine smashed a line of past and present life, and he seemed to return to the deep house at the foot of Qianshan, letting her take off her clothes. The two rubbed together for a while, and the rain was getting heavier. He was afraid that she would catch cold, so he covered her body with his shirt: "I will take you in."
"It's hot in the house." She insisted.
He gave up, wrapped her in his shirt, held her in his arms, and poured her tea.
In the rain and fog late at night, she nestled in his arms, looking up to see him in front of her, but she was confused and couldn't open her eyes. At this moment, it was like the night blindness of childhood, no faces, only silhouettes.
She put her face next to him: "kiss me."
The heat on her lips was as she wished.
When the kiss was deep, she couldn't help herself, and pressed him to the floor, the only thing she did was to take off the clothes that bound him. Soft lips ran over the bridge of his nose, eyes, and lips. Seeing that she was so comfortable, Shen Ce didn't want to disturb her interest.
The shadows of the two dragged extremely long on the log floor and slid into the water, undulating and undulating, faster than rain.