Chapter 537

The boy lit incense, and a long white line curled up in the spring sun, emitting a faint elegant fragrance.

This fragrance was made by Cheng Jia in Lingjia village.

At that time, there was a shortage of spices in the Zhou Dynasty. A little frankincense would cost tens of Liang silver, but in her place, even Bai Duzheng was casually thrown into the warehouse.

Xu is old. Recently, I often think of that year and the time when I was young.

Last night, I dreamed again, as if I had returned to the first time I saw her that year. Her face was hidden in the sunlight. Only the bright smile at the corners of her mouth and the hairpin on her bun were extremely eye-catching in the sun.

I knew it was a dream, because when I first saw her, she was standing in the shop, and the sun couldn't shine in at all. Moreover, the hairpin was not on her head, but on the counter, and then it was taken away by her sister's servant girl.

I think what I dream about is just my thoughts. If brother Zhao didn't forcibly rob the hairpin at the beginning, if I went in and saw her and knew her, would our story be different

Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, but unforgettable

This word was read by her occasionally once. At that time, Su Hexiang and I were discussing political affairs with her. We couldn't argue. She didn't make a sound, just looked at the sharp lotus horn on the waterside pavilion, and then murmured it out.

I know who she misses. From Yan San to Ye Xi, she misses many people, but there will be no me.

Now, ten years have passed, but I understand her mood every day.

Ten years of life and death are endless, not thinking about it, but unforgettable.

Every night I dream without trace, and I wake up with only a thousand tears.

Sometimes I often think, if I was like Cheng Jia, would she also accept me and fall in love with me, but then I only have a wry smile, I can't do the same as Cheng Jia, I can't understand her like Cheng Jia, Cheng Jia knows her to solve her, so as to love her and protect her, and finally even life can be given.

I can't make it.

Although I also like her, I also like her, and I can't be attracted to other women anymore.

However, I can't really understand her, accept her, and accept her all without hesitation.

My education, my family and my position make me unable to accept her.

She is too deviant.

Her behavior, her ideas and her actions are very different and strange. I can't understand or agree with them. Even, I hate it. I hate her being so light-hearted and good to servants. I hate her tone of speaking. The irony in that remark often hurts me. I hate that she is clearly just a lowly businesswoman. Even if she has money, how can she look so confident and proud that she is the first in the world.

And that night, I despised her from the bottom of my heart, so shameless, so willing and cheap, although that night, she made me get such happiness for the first time, and let me expect to get more happiness from her while shouting that I would kill her.

In fact, I didn't know that at that time, she had a special position in my heart.

I am the second son of the Wang family. My father is Xiangye, and my aunt is a concubine. Although the Wang family is only a rising star in the Zhou Dynasty, after the painstaking management of my grandfather to my father, the Wang family is also a powerful family that can compete with the Cao family in Bianjing.

Unlike other brothers and sisters in my family, I have been fond of reading since childhood. I like quiet temperament and what she called cleanliness. Cheng Jia and I studied under the then great Confucian hehuaishan. We two people, I like white clothes, he likes green clothes, I like running calligraphy, he likes painting, I like Xiao, he likes piano. In fact, we have many differences, but we have become best friends.

We are all the same, but Cheng Jia often wears a warm spring breeze smile on his face, and others treat him as close. In fact, he is the one who refuses people thousands of miles away. He can smile and talk with everyone, but he is not close to anyone. It is like a person standing outside the world looking at the intrigues in the world of mortals.

I always think so of him. Cheng Jia, who is incomparable in style and talent, is actually a person with a cold temper.

I have known him for ten years, but I don't understand him as well as a new acquaintance.

When we chatted later, that person said, Cheng Jia, looking cold, in fact, his heart is hot. He is a person who really has this world in his heart and still keeps his original heart in the rotten mud.

Looking cold, he could turn a blind eye to the first brothel prostitute in the world. In fact, his heart was warm. Once he really fell in love with that person, he would go through fire and water.

The Cheng family has been famous for a hundred years, and it has been unbeaten from the previous dynasty to the present. It is conceivable that it is smooth in its handling. However, the national policies written by Cheng Jia, who grew up in such a family and education, amazed me.

When I saw the national policy, I knew where Cheng jiachai and I were.

Only then did she understand why she could accept Cheng Jia and had been thinking about it for so many years.

The boy came in and looked at me quietly, twisted the quilt corner for me, and then quietly retreated out. He thought I was still confused.

Yes, I've been confused for some time, but today, I'm awake, awake, thinking of the past so many years ago.

Brother Zhao and I have been friends since childhood. We met brother Zhao even earlier than Cheng Jia.

Although the Wang family has been in business for many years, it didn't really show its head until her aunt became a concubine. In order to win over the Zhao family, her father asked her mother to make friends with Mrs. Zhao and often took us to the Zhao family.

auzw. Brother Zhao is only two years older than me. Compared with the friendship between brother Zhao and brother Zhao, our friendship is much purer. Brother Zhao looks simple and straightforward, and does things without thinking. In fact, he is smart. His father came from an embarrassing background. His father rarely came back at the border. His mother in law wanted him to die, and old Zhao doesn't like him. A son of the government, he doesn't even have a boy, and does everything by himself, But even in that case, he still let his real mother and Mr. Zhao let him come out to meet guests, not only to play with us, but also to get acquainted with the children of other aristocratic families.

Of course, his reputation also rose at that time. He was tall, and he was vicious and vicious when fighting. Children older than him couldn't beat him. At that time, we most often heard that Zhao Sanlang beat up another childe, and then went back to be punished by Zhao Laozi.

I really made friends with brother Zhao after he saved my sister.

My sister, who was vain since childhood, wanted to compete for everything. It happened that the girl who met the Cao family was also a shrewd girl. That time, he made a plan to stroll her sister to the mountain and fell into the previously dug hole. Brother Zhao happened to pass by and saved her. For this reason, he was also seriously injured on his own body.

At that time, my sister was still young and kept a little innocence. Seeing that brother Zhao was good-looking, she asked brother Zhao to promise to marry her in front of me. Brother Zhao didn't promise, so she cried and screamed, and finally brother Zhao nodded his head.

Zhao Sange has kept this promise for more than ten years, but her sister has long forgotten that in her heart, she only has the wealth and power, only the position of the first woman in the world. How can Zhao Sange's bastard with such an embarrassing position see it in her eyes.

She's so stupid. She can still meet a second man like brother Zhao, who values love and righteousness.

If brother Zhao falls in love with someone, he can even take out his heart and give it to her.

Not only did my sister misjudge him, Zhao Mingliang, Zhao Laozi, my father, but almost everyone misjudged him, thinking he was rash and impulsive and easy to control, but Zhao Sange started as a small soldier in the military camp at the age of ten. Like Yang Zhao, he never lost so many battles.

He doesn't know how to plan and play tricks. He just disdains it.

But I really didn't expect that he would fall in love with her. After he robbed her hairpin that time, I persuaded him several times to make friends with the Ling family, and he laughed it off every time. However, when I saw him again in Bianjing, looking at the figure of that person, his eyes were full of love, and said to me, do you know the feeling of liking a person in his bones and blood?

That's what Cheng Jia said to me.

After he said that, I left Bianjing. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be our last face.

He went to the scaffold for her sake.

And when brother Zhao said this to me, it was also our last side.

He died in front of tens of thousands of people for her.

I don't know the story between brother Zhao and her, but between Cheng Jia and her, I see them one by one.

Because, in fact, I'm also in their story.

We experienced Jiangling flood plague together, and we went to Lingjia village together. When we were in Lingjia village, Cheng Jia and I looked at her in the same eyes.

I can see Cheng Jia's mind, and Cheng Jia can also see my mind.

However, no matter how much we were moved, or even moved to marry her as a wife, at that time, no matter how much we flattered, we couldn't compare with that man's smile.

The man named Yan San.

In fact, Cheng Jia and I had already distinguished ourselves at that time.

I envy, I disdain, I despise her, I deliberately trouble her, I think she chose Yan San stupid, willing to humble, ashamed of my mind.

But Cheng Jia praised Yan San with admiration, looked at them with envy, and then hid her deep in the bottom of her heart, letting the love precipitate and ferment.

In the case of Yang Zhao, he excused him for running around and tried every means to make those people in Bianjing change their outlook on Yang Zhao, but I took a look on attitude.

I think it's ok if I don't say something about Lingjia village, and I deserve her help.

Although I know what Cheng Jia said is right.

At that time, the national strength of the Zhou Dynasty was weak, and the old habits were difficult to change. There were many disadvantages. No matter how cheap the generals were, they would inevitably lead to serious consequences. Yang Zhao had no intention of disobedience at all. If there was, there was Lingjia village, what could they not do?

Afterwards, it was confirmed that as long as she wanted to do it, the world was in her bag.

Yang Zhao died in the war. When she arrived in Bianjing, Cheng Jia and I knew that she was in danger. She could not come and go deep into the danger alone, for fear of having another purpose.

The Wang family dealt with her again and again. At that time, I occasionally heard the conversation between my father and my eldest brother, and knew that Yang Zhao died under their joint conspiracy. My heart was completely cold.

I don't know what to do. Seeing her silence seems to have completely changed her personal appearance, my heart is as painful as it is, but I can't do what Cheng Jia did. I can't even abandon my self-esteem, let alone my identity.

I deluded myself that even if I put it on my face, she wouldn't care, because I'm from the Wang family, and she hates the Wang family to the bone.

I escaped, and I avoided the battlefield far away. I hid my ears and thought, I won't intervene. Whether it's my father or her, I won't betray anyone or help anyone.

However, until many years later, when I stood in front of the small courtyard and the sun slanted down, making her plain smile warm, my eyes were wet.

At that time, I realized that I had already lost my heart.