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Chapter 101 The Dream of Rain
Zi Yuan presented the envelope and the gift list to Yan Xi, and said: "The meal is ready in the side hall, Mr. Zhou's medicine is also fried, and the master will be ready to eat in a while."
Yan Xi held the gift list and said nothing, Zi Yuan withdrew wisely and closed the door behind her.
Wei Chifeng was waiting outside the door, saw Zi Yuan coming out, and asked, "Are we going to be a family from now on?"
"Did you realize it just now?" Zi Yuan raised her eyebrows and said with a sideways glance, "We have changed our tune here, aren't we dull?"
Wei Chifeng rubbed his head, he followed Yan Xi every day, as if he didn't miss anything, but also seemed to miss a lot.
If his guard continues to be so slow, he will be completely replaced by Zi Yuan. He slapped his thigh and chased after him and asked: "My dear sister, since we are all a family, please give me some advice in the future.".”
Yan Xi first looked at the gift list, which listed in detail the shops corresponding to each key, the transactions corresponding to each account, the origins of the principals of each hall, and even the stakes that can be determined.
Song Beiming gave Yan Xi his entire family fortune.
He even gave Yan Xi the lifeblood of Beiyuan.
If these things were handed over, it would be impossible for Beiyuan to rebel against Donggong.
Song Beiming gave Yan Xi the master key, but Yan Xi refused to take it.If the mountain is not just me, I will be the mountain. Song Beiming simply moved all his things to the Western Region.
In Song Beiming's eyes, gold, jade, and silver are not enough, and all his wealth and life must be given to Yan Xi.
This does not follow the rules of employment at all.
How could anyone be hired like this?!
How can this be rejected?All of Beiyuan's family background was exposed to him, and Yan Xi went back just because he got a bargain and acted like a good boy, and he stabbed Song Beiming in the heart.
Yan Xi pinched the gift list, his fingertips became hot, his heart was pounding, and there seemed to be Song Beiming's passionate whisper in his ears: "Yan Weiyu, I love you so much."
Yan Xi thought: He loves me so much.
He really loves me.
Yan Xi started to cry, he took out the envelope, and saw Song Beiming's extremely correct handwriting, he could imagine that when Song Beiming wrote, he looked at the words like pearls and jade.
The smell of "dry" on the letter paper seems to be absent, and there is a sultry aroma on the tip of his nose. Yan Xi was bewitched and moved, his throat was blocked, and his voice trembled: "I have a wife who is young, and I love you.The family will hire him. First, I wish my wife always be in good health; second, I wish my wife a smile; third, I wish that the rain will make my dream field brighter, and I will see you again every year.”
Yan Xi pressed the letter paper to her chest, and slowly squatted down.
At this moment, his heart seemed to be broken into two pieces, his heart was about to be upset, and his blood vessels were all twisted together.
How could anyone be so stupid that he would lose his entire family if he loved someone.
Isn't he afraid that I will lie to him?
Aren't you afraid that if I cheat him out of his family wealth and power, the country will be mine in the end, and then I will use up all the birds, hide the rabbits and kill the dogs, and beat the Song family, which has made great achievements, forever?
I'm the prince, doesn't he know that the most ruthless emperor's family?
Yan Xi knew that Song Beiming was deep in thought, like a scheming and tireless hunter, building walls around him layer by layer.But this hunter, at the end of the trick, crouched in the wall by himself and gave him the key instead.
Yan Xi didn't know when tears were streaming down his face, he murmured to himself in agony: "You don't know, I'm going home..."
The food in the side hall had been reheated once, Zhou Ci stopped outside the main house, and Yan Xi knew it.
He put away the letter and the gift list, and calmed down before going out.There was still redness in the corners of his eyes, Zhou Ci saw him and thought he was happy.
People on both sides of this matter were happy, Zhou Ci smiled and said: "If Your Highness doesn't leave the meeting, I will invite you."
Yan Xi said clearly: "Sir, did you urge Zi Yuan to call me? I see that you are all in collusion."
"They are all close to His Highness." Zhou Ci said without changing his face, "People on both sides regard His Highness's health as the first, and they are of one mind."
"I'm sorry to bother you." Yan Xi's voice hadn't slowed down yet, he coughed lightly, and said calmly, "You guys get along well."
Although Zhou Ci is not good at human relationships, he is surprisingly accurate in judging people's emotions.With Yan Xi's position, others would hear the meaning of fear in the words just now, but for Zhou Ci, it meant the literal meaning.
Zhou Ci never overcomplicated Yan Xi, his highness was only Tang Yaoxue's child, so he replied as a matter of course: "It's all because of the third master's urging."
"Did you discuss to change your words together?" Yan Xi heard something beside him, picked up the medicinal soup and drank half a bowl, and said, "Meng Ze has been holding my body tightly, but what do you know?"
"The two families mix together all day long, regardless of priorities, and they want to be famous. It's the most convenient way to call it that." Zhou Ci knew that if Yan Xi was interested in something, he would never be able to hide it, but heI can't do all of them, I can only pick half of them and say: "After all, the third master is dry, so he can guess some."
Yan Xi turned his face away, holding up his chopsticks for a moment.
Zhou Ci's own little bit of love has been hidden for eight hundred years, and he really has no experience in this area. He doesn't know how to release Yan Xi, so he just quietly serves Yan Xi.
Yan Xi ate carefully, even drank the remaining half bowl of medicinal soup.
Zhou Ci was still picking up vegetables.
Yan Xi pressed down her chopsticks, feeling tired in the middle of the day, "Mr. Meng Ze wants to watch me eat?"
"If the third master doesn't say anything, I'll keep an eye on it." Seeing Yan Xi's refusal to eat, Zhou Ci stopped, and said solemnly, "I'm here to take care of His Highness. Take care of His Highness.Now, I have the face to speak."
Yan Xi is a very tolerant person.He had injuries and pains, and they were all hidden tightly, so that no one could see the slightest clue, even Zhou Ci was kept in the dark by him.
But at this time, he thought of the sentence in Song Beiming's "Letter of Employment" that we will meet each other every year, and finally he was relieved. He could no longer be invulnerable, and said half frankly: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to eat."
Zhou Ci's expression tightened, and he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if you eat too much?"
"Yes." Yan Xi said, swallowed hard, and swallowed the stuff that blocked his throat, "I tried to eat more, but if I swallowed too much, I had to spit it out when I turned around.Nice."
Hearing this, Zhou Ci felt a sharp pain in his heart. He tried his best to put on a calm face like a genius doctor, not to make Yan Xi think too much, and said: "These are medicinal diets, which can relieve the discomfort in the stomach. YouTry to eat one more bite every day, and the amount will come up slowly. Rong consumes too much, if you eat less, I am afraid that His Highness will not be able to bear it even more."
"Sir," Yan Xi held up his chopsticks, shallowly picked up a piece of tofu boiled with medicinal herbs, chewed for a long time and swallowed it, "Wei Yu would like to follow the doctor's advice."
Zhou Ci didn't know how difficult it was for Yanxi to eat, but he knew that with stomach discomfort and anorexia, eating must be unpleasant.He couldn't see that Yan Xi was suffering, and his hands hurt so much, he only hated himself for not being good at learning.
The maid removed the dishes, Zhou Ci listened to Yan Xi's pulse again, and recorded Yan Xi's condition after the meal.
The wind blew the clouds away, the sun outside was dazzlingly bright, and the autumn wind blew the bamboo forest rustling.Zhou Ci listened to the rumors of getting sick, and told Yan Xi not to eat raw or cold food recently, and be careful not to catch a cold.
After Yan Xi used Rong, she never got sick, and it was so hot in winter that she only wore single clothes, so it was impossible to catch cold.But he complied anyway.
Zhou Ci followed Yan Xi back to the main room, and watched Yan Xi drink the medicine. There was no defense between him and Yanxi, even when it was lunch break, it was not awkward to be in the same room together.
Yan Xi looked at the document for a while, thought of something, and asked Zhou Ci across the desk: "Sir, is Dong Zhengfu also the lamp holder?"
Zhou Ci was sitting at the round table in front of the door. He was grinding the powder in his hand, he paused slightly, without denying it, and asked, "How did Your Highness know?"
"Brother Wen was the one who led the student wave. This time he voted for the Western Region, and he was the leader again. What a coincidence." Yan Xi mused, "Even if he wasn't in the past, he probably is now."
The lamp holders perform their own duties, do not belong to each other, and do things according to their will.Only "Qingming" knew the information of each lamp holder, and because Zhou Ci was a doctor and was close to Shang Baiheng, he knew more.He said knowingly, "He's Gu Yu, a newcomer."
There was a small window open next to Yanxi's desk, and the wind was still getting stronger, blowing in from outside, almost blowing away the paper on the desk.Yan Xi suppressed it with a paperweight, and pondered, "Sir, it's actually not hard to recognize the lamp holders. What they do has a clear goal, and they go all out with all their heart. They are calm and calm, very different from ordinary people.".Have you ever thought about the risk of being exposed so easily?"
Zhou Ci poured the ground medicine powder into a porcelain bottle, turned around to test the temperature of the medicine in the food box, it was just right when it was hot or cold.He said with satisfaction: "The trend of the times is not waiting for me. If you don't seize this opportunity, there will be eternal night in the future. Why not give it a try?"
Yan Xi was slightly stunned, thinking: The lamp bearer is the energy hidden deep in this world, the growth of the system and the birth of the lamp bearer have always been synchronized.
Is there some kind of subtle connection between the lamp holder and the system?
Zhou Ci came over with a medicine bowl, seeing Yan Xi pondering, he only thought that Yan Xi was in a dilemma about how to get along with Dong Zhengfu, so he reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you want to tell him clearly?
After he finished speaking, he shook his head, and without waiting for Yan Xi to answer, he added: "The lamp holder is not an organization. We only share the same interests, so we don't need to be burdened with each other. If we treat them differently, it's not beautiful."
Yan Xi nodded, he repeatedly slurped the words of the lamp holder, vaguely conjectured, and said calmly: "I regard him as no different from others. If he does not do well, he will be punished as well.If he does well, he will be rewarded based on his merits. It is all in accordance with the rules and regulations."
In the outer court, after the political affairs were discussed in the council hall, everyone dispersed.
Mei Yun habitually stood on the eaves for a while, he had never entered the inner courtyard, and he could not hear the movement inside, but as long as there were no attendants coming out from inside, he could know that Yan Xi was eating or resting step by step.
He also noticed that Yan Xi was getting thinner day by day.But he has long since lost the right to care, so he can only watch from a distance, hopelessly hoping that Song Beiming can take good care of Yanxi.
This kind of helplessness made jealousy less hideous, Mei Yun was trying to calm herself to watch Song Beiming get along with Yan Xi.
He closed his eyes, turned around to see Zhou Xu lingering, and asked, "Master Zhou, is there any difficulty?"
Zhou Xu said worriedly: "The battle at Yu Guan has not yet settled, so I can't let it go."
Mei Yun said calmly: "Young Lord will go to rescue him personally, nothing will happen. It's been more than half a day, and it's time to march to Yu Guan. In half a day at most, there should be good news."
"Good news?" Zhou Xu asked anxiously and nervously, "Why is Mei Futai so determined?"
Mei Yun looked in the direction of the inner courtyard, took a deep breath and said, "After all, it was Song Beiming who went."
The good news of Yu Guan came at dusk.
Hai Dongqing landed in the inner courtyard, Zi Yuan picked up the letter box, took out two letters inside, and presented it to Yan Xi.
In the above letter, Song Beiming's letter was concise and to the point: "Great victory at Yuguan, kill Di Jie, Yu Guan guards killed 1,000 people, injured 2,000, and Du Xuan also died."
Yan Xi rolled up the battle report and held it in his palm.His joy at seeing the great victory was replaced by silence, and he said softly: "I haven't seen Du Xuan yet."
Zhou Ci was hesitating to speak, but finally smothered his voice.
Yan Xi opened the second letter and looked at the signature first. It was sent by Jin Yiwei, so Yan Xi knew that this letter was to explain Du Xuan's affairs.
With a sullen face, he read the letter twice, with no trace of sadness on his face, pondering over the last sentence in the letter: "I, Du Xuan, have become the hero of the country, and I will be rewarded for my pride..."
Yan Xi is familiar with poetry and books, and the words are catchy, so he knows the source.
"Frost's fall is clear and the sky is quiet, and autumn events promote the west wind... Where is the heroism in your life? Who is the hero?" Yan Xi closed the letter, revealed the mystery of Du Xuan's words, looked at Zhou Ci and asked, "Du Xuan is Frost's?"
Zhou Ci nodded.
Yan Xi was silent for a long time, he didn't intend to show his heart to too many people, but the death of Du Xuan and the soldiers on the battlefield still made him uncomfortable.This is the first battle of the Western Region, and also the first battle of the Canglong Army.He is the chief officer, responsible for every life.
He breathed lightly, tried to suppress the palpitations, and made himself look calm: "I admire him very much, but I may not be a good monarch. Mr. Zhou, I can't take you for a long time, you know."
"My task, Zhou Beiye, is to take good care of His Highness, and I don't care about the others. Your Highness," Zhou Ci seldom spoke deep words, but at this moment he said sincerely, "You are not just Jingzhe to me and Daozhi. You are our Highness."
That night, the wind was suddenly strong, the north wind flattened the grass, and the cool wind invaded the Western Region.
Song Beiming was in Yu Guan, fighting for half a day, tidying up the battlefield and appeasing the people for another half day, he only had a moment of leisure, and when he returned to the tower, the wind was filled with a strong smell of blood, and he was fascinated by the night.
There was no one in charge of Yu Guan, and Fang Xunhe helped to count the personnel and armaments, and also took care of the security of the people and the collection and management of the prisoners. The affairs were complicated and he was too busy to touch the ground.
On the contrary, Li Meng, the deputy commander with the highest official position left in Yu Guan, held Du Xuan in his arms and cried for a long time, but he was free.
After Li Meng restrained Du Xuan, he came to the city wall with a dozen yellow papers in his arms.He didn't expect to meet Song Beiming here.
Song Beiming stood in a place out of the reach of the wind lamp, and his tall figure still gave people a strong sense of oppression from a distance.
Li Meng was very uncomfortable dealing with the chief, especially a senior official like Song Beiming. He could hardly walk when he saw that, and he would back off while speaking.
When Song Beiming heard the movement, he greeted first: "Come to burn paper for the brothers?"
Li Meng walked over with one hand and one foot, and said politely: "I have seen the little prince."
Song Beiming nodded and said, "Share some paper with me."
The tears on Li Meng's face were still wet, he passed the paper over nonchalantly, Song Beiming stared into the distance in the night wind.
Song Beiming was handsome, mostly when he wasn't smiling, and usually gave people a chilling look, but at this time his eyebrows were slightly gathered, and his eyes had a strong contrast between light and dark in the shaking wind lantern.Li Meng took a hasty look, only to feel as if he had encountered a ghost, and retreated abruptly.
Song Beiming knew that many people were afraid of him, so he sneered, and burned paper in the corner of the wall. The yellow paper burned quickly, and the burning paper was blown by the wind, and it scattered into fragmented sparks, curled and floated far away.
Song Beiming stared at Xingjin and began to sing softly.
Li Meng burned the paper, thinking of Mr. Du for a while, and all the brothers for a while, he cried so hard that he finally stopped his voice before he noticed Song Beiming's singing.
There is such a custom in the Northwest battlefield, singing a requiem at night to see off the comrades.
Song Beiming's singing voice is deep, like endless compassion, but also like endless blood, the tone rises and falls, and turns into a low cry at the end, leaving only mourning.
Li Meng heard that Song Beiming was singing "Song of the Heroes", and he thought blankly: So people like Song Beiming would also be sad.
Song Beiming noticed Li Meng's gaze, and said at the end of the song: "Du Xuan is a good official and a good general. He can write articles with a pen, and he can command the three armies from the army. He is all-rounder in civil and military affairs. It's a pity."
Li Meng's tears fell again.
The matter of Du Xuan made Song Beiming very uncomfortable.
Seeing Li Meng crying like this, he thought of Yan Xi.I don't know if his Wei Yu showed sadness when he saw the battle report today. It would be fine if he could cry like Li Meng, but Wei Yu would probably hold back with a dull face.
Song Beiming couldn't go back, couldn't appease his sweetheart, his face became darker, and something deeper was added to his eyes.
The night wind became heavier, and it made his high locks of hair flutter. He was physically strong, and he didn't feel cold even in single clothes and light armor, but his face became more and more cold, and he said, "Du Xuan entrusts Yu Guan to you, youKeep it up."
Li Meng said: "I don't have the ability of Mr. Du, I'm afraid I can't do it well."
Tonight's wind suddenly turned cold, and as the night got heavier, the chill in the wind increased.If this kind of north wind blows all night, you have to add bedding at night, and you have to wear a thin jacket when you get up tomorrow.
Song Beiming doesn't like the wind tonight, he must be wearing a thin shirt in the light rain.
He looked under the tower, and there were still soldiers with lanterns carefully checking whether there were any living comrades.This kind of scene will happen after every battle.
Parting from life and death, being too hasty on the battlefield, this is the last thing a comrade can do to his comrades.
Song Beiming turned to look to the east, and said in a deep voice, "Du Xuan handed Yu Guan to you because he knew you could do it, so don't underestimate yourself. The governor will send someone for anything other than fighting. Don't worry."
Li Meng repeatedly said yes.When he heard the governor, he was stunned for a moment. The legendary man was really far away, but there seemed to be warmth between Song Beiming's lips and teeth, making him feel close to the governor just by listening.
He is a man of temperament, straight to the point, the high-ranking governor is too far away from him, and he can't make too many ripples, he doesn't pretend to be overly respectful, and he still thinks of Du Xuan in his heart.
When Du Xuan died, blood flowed all over the ground, which made him wipe away his tears every time he thought about it.Seeing that the paper was about to burn out, he began to cry mournfully again.
Song Beiming didn't persuade him, he found a leaf out of nowhere, and blew it in the night wind over and over again with the tune just now.
Li Meng burned all the paper and knew that he had to do something.
Du Xuan didn't settle down in the city, and he was strict with his subordinates on weekdays, and he didn't make many friends. After he left, although many subordinates saw him off, he was the only one who could be counted as relatives and friends.He is both a family member and a close friend. He bid farewell to Du Xuan as a filial piety, and he will take over Du Xuan's last wish and guard Yu Guan.
When he was about to leave, he saw Song Beiming picking up the leaves, thinking that Song Beiming was going to leave, so he stopped.
Song Beiming looked to the east, but had no intention of leaving.
Li Meng asked curiously: "What is the little prince looking at?"
Song Beiming said: "It's windy, my wife is at home alone, I'm afraid he won't sleep well at night."
Li Meng was stunned for a moment, and blushed at first, before persuading him: "Men are fighting outside, but women are very hard at home. When the battle is over, you will be free."
Song Beiming gave a "hmm" without explaining too much.
He looked in the direction of the Governor's Mansion, his handsome facial features became more intense in the suddenly cold night.
Song Beiming misses Yan Xi very much.
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Note ①: Adapted from (Five Dynasties) Feng Yansi's "Spring Banquet", the original text "Green wine is a cup of song once again. I will pay homage to Chen three wishes: one wish is a thousand years old, the second wish is a long life, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, a long lifeSee you."
Note ②: Quoted from (Song) Ye Mengde's "Water Melody Getou Frost's Fall and Bi Tianjing"
"Frost's fall, the sky is quiet, and autumn events promote the west wind. The cold sound is heard first, and the middle of the night enters the parasol tree. Looking back at the high city, there are thousands of miles of Guanhe, and one drunk is the same as the king. The drums make the dawn, and the flying horses attract the eagles.bow.
The year is getting late, the guests are laughing, and ask the old man: Where is the pride in your life?Who is the hero?Why is it like a tiger warrior at a banquet, where the sound of waving the strings, the two geese fall into the sky.I am really ashamed to be old, look back at the clouds."