Sha Po Lang
Buddha.
Old man's birthday is a big deal. It's called having a life. The kid's birthday is lively. It's not easy to grow up a year later. My parents are relieved.
Gu Zheng is neither old nor young. Grandma doesn't care about her uncle and doesn't love him. If he happens to be at home, the old butler can still remember to take his place. But most of the time, he is not home. He himself has forgotten the busy day of New Year's Eve 16.
To be honest, there is nothing to celebrate. The workshop talks about "the first mother-in-law 15 official”. It is good to say that the first boy 15 is a girl. He could have been born on a rich and noble New Year's Eve. He would have dragged more hours in his mother's stomach. It can be seen that it is a natural fate.
Not only did Lady Cao dress herself up, she also dragged the sword puppet out to ravage/tear it apart together with Changg and others.
They painted two simple red-faced faces on the night god, and somehow they got some old satin and tied their iron arms together.
The Samurai sword puppet, with a bowl of face in the hands of the firewood and silver flower, stumbled against Gu Zheng's face. There seemed to be unspeakable grievances on the black face.
Gu Jiao scolded: “Son of a bitch, is this how the Sword Puppet makes you play? ”
"Master Hou, the red-faced maid wiped her face. I made the noodle fire, and the egg in there was from my brother! ”
Gu Zheng was a little cautious for a moment, but he didn't even know Hou Fu after years of cooling down.
Chang Gg: “Father, eat the noodles before entering the door. ”
Gu Xiao: “Okay. ”
He picked up the bowl, looked at the long egg, deliberately picked out the egg and ate it first, the first bite bit a crunchy egg shell, he didn't say a word, even the shell chewed and swallowed the egg together, as if he had never eaten in eight lifetimes, just swept a bowl of noodles and drank the soup clean.
Since ancient Wenzhou Township was a hero's tomb, Gu Zheng has only once left Kyoto to go unrelated.
Probably because it's always "back” to the frontier, only this time away from home.
Unfortunately, don't say this gentle, even if the liver and intestines are broken, don't try to stop the tranquillity.
The next day, Gu Zheng, dressed up like no one else, didn't say hello to Changg, went to the north camp and looked back at the direction of the capital.
Unfortunately, from such a distance, he could only see enough of a skyscraper.
Shen Yi snuck up to him and asked: "Handsome, did your conscience find out? ”
Gu Xiao sighed: “Maybe next time you come back, you won't recognize me. Alas, my father-in-law's title is always shaking... let's go. ”
The barracks of Xuanxian Iron Battalion were opened and the army looked neat, as if it had been a black cyclone, and all of them had had to retreat.
They will escort the Sirius prince north, then head west, kill the bandits in the west, and ensure the safe and unobstructed passage of Gusteau Road.
The next day after they left, Chang Gu got up early as usual and remembered that Gu Qian was not home, but he still couldn't help but take the iron puppet to his empty courtyard. One person and the iron puppet practiced sword tricks and another used up his breakfast.
Leaving, he looked up and saw the blossoms in the courtyard.
Just a day ago, it snowed, the petal was tied with a clear layer of condensation. The longer I looked at it, the more I felt like it, I couldn't help but fold two of them. His first reaction was always to keep Gu Xiao, even though I knew that my father-in-law would not necessarily come back within three or five days, or I whistled the frost and snow of the branches carefully. I wanted to find a vase to put in Gu Xiao's room.
Unfortunately, Gu Zheng's big room was cleaner than his face. He searched for a circle and didn't even find a bottle of wine with tea in it.
Changg pushed open the window and shouted to the old housekeeper: "Uncle Wang, do you have a vase? ”
The old butler answered and went looking for him. He pinched two plum blossoms and looked to his right in Gu Qiu's room.
Suddenly, he glanced at Gu Jiao's bed and stunned - the fox joe that made the entire bedroom look worthwhile was gone.
At this time, Uncle Wang walked in with this ceramic vase and smiled at Chang Gwen: “Your Highness, will you look at this? Where do you want it? ”
"Uncle Wang, why did you put that fox joe away so early? ”
Uncle Wang had a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes, some unnaturally replied: “I thought you were going out with the Emperor, so I thought I'd take it. ”
His heart sank slowly.
On New Year's Eve, the eagle who followed Gu Xiao told him that the handsome never wore winter clothes in the capital and only occasionally took them out after encountering the white fur wind.
He felt a little strange on New Year's Eve. If Gu Xiao wasn't wearing winter clothes, why did he hang a fox joe outside? What are you going to do? But the soldier was in a mess, he had nightmares, his mind was not very clear, and he didn't even think about it.
Turning his head around, his voice dried like a tight string: "Uncle Wang, where the hell is he? Don't lie to me I don't like to go out, then I also know that Xiangshan is not far from the North Camp yet. ”
Uncle Wang held up a vase and stood there helplessly.
Gu Jinnai's handshake cabinet walked cleanly on its own, and left it alone. The old butler had expected this sooner or later, but he didn't expect it so soon.
Changg took a deep breath and lowered his voice: “Has he left Beijing to go to the frontier? North or west? ”
The old butler gave a smile: “This, military affairs, the old slave doesn't understand... Your Highness, I don't think Master Hou wants you to worry...”
“Click" in Changg's hand, breaking the branches, saying word for word: "He is not afraid of my heart, he is afraid that I will have to follow him alive. ”
The old butler shut up.
Although he is nominally the adopted son of Gu, no one will see him anymore. After all, he is also a Lee, and will be a county king at least. The old butler felt bitter in his heart, feeling that his unkind owner was standing back, throwing the hot potato to himself, ready to suffer a seizure.
But after a long wait, he didn't say a word.
The loud noises and yells that arise in the midst of a long, grumpy mood.
It was more than just Gu Xiao's sudden farewell. Anyway, he was used to being in Gu Xiao Jing more than once. He deserved to be treated peacefully.
But this time, the anxiety and anxiety that he had been accumulating since entering the capital finally came out.
In his heart, Changg was like a mirror. He had always known that his existence was redundant for everyone. He had no intention of being involved. He was destined to be an irrelevant piece of chess. He would be rolled away as if he were in the dark river where the geese returned to town.
Instead, he was blinded by the joy and joy of being too peaceful with powder these days, creating greed, trying to catch something, deceiving people and refusing to think about the future.
“What do you want?” Ask yourself, “he thought too much. ”
But in the face of the old butler with white hair and pale face, he didn't say anything.
”'Your Highness..." asked the old butler, fearfully.
Chang Gu silently removed the vase from his hand, carefully trimmed the branches broken by him, and placed it on Gu Zheng's head after placing it, whispering: “Thank you. ”
Then he turned around and went out.
After leaving Gu Hu's room, Chang Gu couldn't help but run away. He threw down the puppets of the Waiter Sword.
Fatty grabbed a purple gold box that had been removed from somewhere. She was walking out of the house. She slipped past Long G and wondered: "Hey, big brother...”
Without smelling it, a gust of wind rolled over, rushed into his room and locked the door with his hands back.
Just like Gu Li's favorite point, Long Gg is a natural benevolent man, with great anger, he can not vent on irrelevant people. In this regard, Xiu Ma can not fail, her daily abuse for more than a decade practiced his astonishing patience.
At the same time, the urchin, buried in the juvenile body since childhood, is also like a plant that needs poisonous water pouring, gradually flowering with a gloomy face.
Long g began to catch his breath, his chest seemed pressed by a boulder, his muscles stretched into a rusty iron and his calves trembled voluntarily.
His ears buzzed and he discovered with horror a strange feeling of brutality East/Suddenly slipped out of his chest by mistake, and he inadvertently squeezed his fingers "roaring” and, for the first time in his sobriety, tasted this nightmare.
Long g clearly felt like he had an invisible hand in his heart and was scrubbing away all the warm feelings in his heart.
At first, the long-headed consciousness was clear and his heart was frightened and he thought, “Is this the Urbone? What's wrong with me? ”
Soon, even his fears disappeared, his consciousness blurred, he began to wonder where he was, the tide of thoughts in his head generally rose and fell, and the vague intent to kill was born from nowhere.
He thought of Gu Xiao for a moment and left him. It was like seeing Gu Xiao standing in front of him again. He mocked his powerlessness with no expression.
All the negative emotions in Long G's heart are magnified hundreds and thousands of times by the seized urchin.
At this moment, Gu Xiao seems no longer to be his little godfather who carelessly entrusts himself to his heart, but rather an enemy who he hates so much that he can't wait to grab in his hand and humiliate him so badly.
A knife hanging from his chest was grabbed to death, and his fingers were sharpened with a sharp knife to strangle blood alive.
This unusually clear pain in infinite numbness awakened Long Gg, who instinctively found a way out, grabbed his ten fingers hard into the flesh, and left a flesh-flapping wound on his arm.
By the time the urchin seizure had subsided, the day had begun to slip west.
Long g's clothes were broken through by cold sweat, his arms, hands, blood everywhere, he leaned exhaustedly against the door, finally taught the power of Urbone before he knew how naive the idea of Urbone was to make him have nightmares.
This time Xiu Ma did not show mercy to his men.
The old housekeeper waited a long time for him to come out and knock on the door. He was worried that he would not be able to make it. He wandered outside, calling him every other minute.
This popularity made Long G feel better, his eyelids twitched slightly, a drop of cold sweat rolled off his forehead and fell on his eyelashes, pressing his eyes hardly open: “I'm fine, let me stay for a while. ”
“You haven't eaten in a day," the old butler said. "If the Master were here, he wouldn't want to see His Majesty ruin his body like this - even if he drank a bowl of porridge, why don't he bring you in? ”
Long and tired, listening to him mention Gu Zheng, he said silently in his heart twice, beating the spirit: “It's okay Uncle Wang, if I am hungry, I will find a snack or night to eat myself at night, don't worry about me. ”
The old butler heard that his voice was weak, but orderly, and not good enough to persuade him anymore. He had to turn back to serve the elderly servant and probe Cao Lady and Ge Fat Xiaoshang his hands, each one of them scattered three times.
As soon as he sat against the door, he looked up and saw Gu Zheng hanging from the shoulder armor of his bed.
That thing was dark and cold, and it looked like it wasn't close, but the original master left it to disperse the nightmare.
After not knowing how long he sat, the fire pot in the room gradually warmed his cold body. After gaining a little strength, he climbed up and cleaned up his wolf. He changed his clothes and found the trauma medicine that Master had given him when he was wounded by a sword practice one day, washed the wound carefully, removed Gu Zheng's shoulder armor, held him in his arms, and dumped himself on the bed on his back.
He didn't cry.
It could be weak, or it could be because it just bled.
By choosing a bloody path, you can't usually shed tears either, because a person has so much moisture that they have to focus on one side.
Changgfang only handed back to the enemy who was destined to haunt him for the rest of his life, losing a mess and seeing each other's strength.
It's just that he's not strangely scared, like when the geese go back to town and he faces the barbarian wearing a heavy armor alone in his maid's room.
He was gentle, but nothing would make him give in.
Well... except for Gu Jiao.
"I hated Gu Xiao," she thought with impatience. ”
Then he tried to hang Gu's shoulder armor on himself. He didn't wear armor, didn't know if it fit, just thought it was heavier on him than he thought. He fell asleep with armor on his head, and there were thousands of hard obstacles waiting for him in his dream.
The next day, Changg announced that he was leaving for the door.
The whole Hou Fu was shocked - the scene of His Royal Highness being carried out of the gate by Commander Gu on New Year's Eve was still in sight.
Gu Zheng's original words: “Drag it for three or five days. By then, we'll all be in Beijiang after seven years. If he doesn't have anywhere to go, he'll be honest. ”
But it hasn't been three or five days. The old butler was afraid that Chang Gu was going to let him catch up with his horse. “Your Highness, the Xuan Iron Battalion is no faster than normal, the footsteps are very fast, and the Thousand Mile Spirit Jun can't catch up. Besides, there are no military stateless people left in the army. This is the rule passed down by the old master. Look..."
Changg replied calmly: "Uncle Wang, I didn't want to chase past chaos. I'm not an ignorant child. ”
Old housekeeper: “So this is...”
Chang Guo: “I want to go to the Patron Temple to visit Master Lan. I had an agreement with him before. ”
The old butler's face is hard to say again.
The handsome will return to the temple in the future. When he was found out he was not home, His Royal Highness actually made a treason to the monk temple...
The old butler can't even imagine Gu Ying's face - can he still live like a green hat?
However, the immediate priority is to please Master Hou's son. The old housekeeper couldn't help but bite the back teeth and promised. Like the big enemy, he ordered a platoon of households to escort Changg to the guardian temple.
Horrible as a kick house.
The monk cooked the tea, and it was not surprising to see Long G, as if he had expected to come, and Yan Huai invited him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and asked Xiao Shamian to bring a paper pen and a burning basin for paper to set up a long talk.
Only half a month later, the monk discovered that the young frown in front of him was blinded and scorched away, bringing a little lush serenity and firmness to the whole person, like the butterfly worm free from the first layer of pupae.
Thanks, took the tea bowl and took a sip, choking it out.
The monk said last time to serve each other with good tea, daring to be purely kind, gave him a cup of something he didn't know, bitter tongue, no tea smell.
Long G: “What is this? ”
The monk smiled and wrote: “Bitter Ding, pure blood, can remove trouble sleeping aids. ”
Changg: “Isn't that Gualu? I drank it in Hou Fu, like..."
The taste is less disgusting.
Then: “That's the leaves, and this is the big leaf gualu. ”
Big Leaf sounds a bit awesome. Long Heg just wanted to brag along and saw the monk literally wrote: “Big Leaf is cheaper. ”
Long g: “…”
He carefully weighed the monk's tea bowl, which was a good bowl and was very clean to brush, but unfortunately it took too long and was inevitable to bump into, and several of them were already broken.
Monks: “The monastery is rude, Your Highness forgives me. ”
The whole of the capital gave him the impression of a paper drunken fan, as if everyone was rich, and the city was full of luxury entertainment. Westerners said that the floor tiles laid by Daliang Emperor were covered in gold, which was not exaggerated.
But somehow, the few people around Changg are poor ghosts, Shen Yi needless to say, a generation of poor farmers born poor face, as well as Ku Daxiang, sitting in a huge Hou Fu, the whole is an empty shell, can't wait to take Changg to the palace in the morning to find the Emperor to fight the autumn wind, now there is another monk with an open cup.
"" The Patron Temple is full of incense, but the master has settled in poverty. He was born to practise. ”
Smiling, he wrote: "The monk broke into the north. He got used to it and waited for his guests. ”
Changg asked: "I heard that the master has also traveled to Pan Bang in the West in order to preach Buddha's Law? ”
Absolutely: “I was too shallow to imitate the ancient cloud-traveling monks. I only went out to see the Quartet world and look at people. ”
Chang Gg had another bitter bite. The more bitter the taste, the less it returned, he swallowed with disappointment: “I grew up in a small town on the edge of my childhood, never left the town one acre and three cents, came to the capital, and rarely left Hou Fu, didn't □ □ in a corner? But I always feel that the joy and sorrow of the heavens is mostly the same, I look at others, there is still no place to put myself. ”
Absolutely: “With a corner of my heart, the great defilements of the house can only be squeezed into one corner. My heart is in all directions, and the great defilements of the mountains are nothing but a poppy. ”
Chang Gu heard that he was stunned for a long time and watched the monk fill the written paper into the fire basin and burn it clean.
“Master, you said to me the other day, 'Unknown bitterness, do not believe in God Buddha’, now that I know bitterness, come to teach God Buddha, can you please point out some confusion? ”