Chapter 90

It's normal for a little girl to love cats.

Yan Lin looks at her and smiles.

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 had no flaws.

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, "exactly. It's rare for such a distinguished guest as young master Xie to come here. The Marquis specially invited young master to come and talk."

No wonder.

Both the government and the public know that Xie Wei is easy to get along with, but they seldom hear about who he is close to and has a good relationship with. It's always someone else who wants to flatter him and visit him. I haven't heard of who he's going to visit.

Knowing that he was going to be crowned in a short time, no one dared to delay his time.

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

After a few words of greeting, the housekeeper led Xie Wei through the cloister to Chengqing hall.

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

When the heart is relaxed, the strength of the hand is also relaxed.

The restless kitten got the chance and immediately stepped out of her arms with two legs. With a "meow" cry, she jumped on the railing and disappeared into the rockery stacked by the water.

Only then did she feel a slight tingle coming from her wrist.

Drooping eyes a look, wrist don't know when unexpectedly delimited a bloodstain.

At a glance, I knew that I was scratched by the cat's paws when I was holding the cat.

Just now, her mind was too concentrated and her attention was not on it at all. So she felt nothing but pain until her spirit relaxed.

Shen Zhiyi also looked at the direction of Xie Wei's disappearance. She couldn't help poking Yan Lin with her arm and joked: "you are the son of Xun GUI in the capital. Yan Lin has the biggest face in the future. You can ask Mr. Xie to write for you, but I don't know how many people to envy."

Yan Lin also at this time to withdraw his eyes.

Drooping eyes: "his father's face is half."

However, the king of Yanping did not care so much. He coaxed and said, "no matter what, it's a good thing. It's going to be an hour before the coronation ceremony will be held. Today, we are all guests. Yan Lin, you are the Lord. The Lord is with the guests. We've had a hard time coming. You'll have to entertain us, won't you

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

The king of Yanping was still young. He looked left and right, as if he was afraid of being discovered. Then he blinked and said, "do you have any wine?"

When they heard this, they all laughed together.

Although it was proposed by Yanping king, it was rare for people to get together like this. Even Shen Zhiyi agreed.

Yan Lin couldn't help it, so he had to ask Qingfeng and the next people to take some wine and put it under the cherry tree. He sat down with them to have fun and drink.

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the housekeeper stops in front of Chengqing hall and just knocks on the door: "master Hou, young master Xie is here."

There was a cough, but it seemed to be a little anxious to get up. In some old voices, there were some emotions that others could not guess: "come on in."

So the housekeeper pushed the door.

Xie Wei stood in front of the door for a moment before he went in.

The light 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 was a little dim.

There was a faint bitter smell in the air.

On the bed with the curtain hanging on the golden hook, Hou yanmu, brave and resolute, had added a lot of old manners in a short period of time. His temples were stained with a little frost white, but his eyes were as sharp as electricity, and fell on the person who came in from the outside.

His self-restraint is full of the spirit of profundity, steadiness and a bit of massiness.

Mountains and seas, singing and picking Wei, like saints, like hermits.

Long eyebrow indifferent, two eyes deep quiet.

Yan Mu stares at his facial features carefully, and seems to want to see some familiar shadow from the unfamiliar outline. However, no matter how he searches for his memory, twenty years have passed.

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

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

It's just that when people feel like it in their hearts, how they look like it.

Yan Mu coughed twice again and waved his hand gently: "young master Xie, please sit down. Yan is ill and can't go out these days. Please excuse me, sir. My husband's willingness to come really makes my house shine. "

Xie Wei sat quietly on the brocade stool beside him.

Yan Mu said: "dog son is stubborn. Thanks to the grace of the emperor, he was called to the palace to study in Wenyuan Pavilion. I heard that Mr. Duoduo took care of him. He didn't trouble your husband, did heXie Wei said: "Shizi is not stubborn. He is very sensible. When he entered Wenyuan Pavilion, there were few worrying times. Lord Hou has a deep family background and strict discipline. Younger generation There is only a little bit of restraint. "

Junior.

According to the chronology, Xie Wei is indeed a junior. But when he was an official in the court, the Xiao family wanted to give him three thin noodles, and he never heard that he called himself "junior" in front of Xiao Yuan, the Duke of Ding.

Yan Mu's heart tightened a little.

But after that, a little desolate came out and sighed: "if Mr. Xie is not talented and has little knowledge, there will be no scholar in the world. You think it's good to look at Yan Lin's naughty appearance of falling out. It's because you haven't seen a really clever child. In the past, Yan Lin had a cousin. He read and learned from the book. He was very clever and liked. Except for playing the piano, I'm willing to practice hard. It's hard for such a small child to know how to bear hardships. My sister often took him back to the house from Xiao's side to play. When I saw him, I thought if my child could be born like this in the future. It's a pity that the king of Pingnan and Tianjiao rebelled against the party. Once they were surrounded by heavy troops, before Yan Lin was born, the child disappeared... "

“……”

Xie Wei lowered his eyes, but his fingers on his knees trembled, slowly clenched his fist, and then he sat down.

Yan Mu's eyes turned red and he leaned back on his bed. His eyes were a little empty. In his voice of vicissitudes, there was the blame and pain for the difficult and dangerous world: "such a small child is more than six years old and less than seven years old. On a very cold day, the snow covered and froze together. His mother stumbled out of the palace like crazy, pulled away those who stopped her, and went to the front of the snow piled high palace. She dug with her hands. If she couldn't dig, she went to grab the swords of the soldiers nearby, snatched the iron rods in their hands, and hit them one by one. The ice and snow is too hard, too thick, and even the blood is frozen together. When the iron rod is knocked on, it makes people feel numb, and the skin is also soaked with blood. I found a child. He was five or six years old, but the skin was covered with ice and snow. I couldn't see who it was. It was only when the family cried that they brought her back... "

Xie Wei sat motionless, like a statue.

Yan Mu looked at him with tears in his eyes, and his voice poured out the unbearable sadness: "he's just a little old. He hasn't even been out of the capital. That winter, it was so cold. I don't know if there was a light or a fire in the palace, and if someone would cover him at night. What a heartless man is willing to push him out? If God has eyes and is merciful, he still asks the child to live in the world. What should he look like? "

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

He wanted to smile at Yan mu.

However, the corners of his lips were too heavy to bend, so he could only stand with a face and murmured: "a lucky man has a natural appearance. Since God is in pity, he should be asked to rob the whole world and think about it."

"Good, good..."

Yan Mu actually began to laugh. Although he burst into tears, he felt that the depression of the past 20 years had gushed out of his heart, and he was full of pride!

"It's about going through all kinds of calamities, it's about making a weapon out of thinking!"

His younger sister was so angry that she left home, but she didn't want to believe that the child was buried in the tomb of three hundred righteous children. It's a pity that the world is so big that I haven't heard from you, but I'm just a little child. No matter how smart I am, how can I escape the siege?

After all, I can't find it.

All people think that it's just that mothers don't believe that their children have gone. Half a year ago, when Wang Yudang of Pingnan was caught by their people, he claimed that when they slaughtered the capital with Tianjiao, it must be that Shizi was not among the three hundred righteous children, but was taken away by the head of Tianjiao.

Yan Mu doesn't dare to think about it. If what these people say is true, what kind of life would the children who came from two big families and had noble blood fall into the hands of those vicious gangsters, and how much pain they have experienced

As long as you think about it, you will feel as if you are burning inside and you can't be stable!

At the moment, he only held out his hand to the young man in front of him.

Xie Wei got up and went to the edge of his collapse. When he reached out his hand, he was tightly held by Yan mu. The strength was so strong that it hurt.

Then lift eyes, on is Yan Mu a pair of open full of bloodshot eyes!

It is full of monstrous hatred and fierce hatred!

Finally, it turned into deep sorrow.

In his hoarse voice, he looked at him: "when you come here, there should be a cherry tree in front of Qingyu hall, which has been planted for twenty-three years. When it was just planted, it didn't bear much fruit. The child sat on the steps under the eaves, reading books and looking at the trees, looking forward to the cherry ripening day by day. Now grow tall, Mao, a summer, under a piece of green leaves, are hanging red fruit. It's better to taste the sweetness of summer than many years ago

Xie Wei choked in his throat. After a long time, he was so low that he couldn't hear him. He said, "good."

Yan Mu was a little tired when he finished speaking.He never asked, if the child is still alive, still in this world, why not come early to recognize his relatives.

Xie Wei retreated from the house.

The sky on the corridor was so bright that it penetrated into his eyes and his heart. There was a burning pain in his chest, which made him raise his hand and press his heart hard. He staggered for two steps and held the pillar with one hand. His nails sank into the column, leaving traces, so he didn't fall down.

Frowning, a white face.

The housekeeper, who was not far from the door, was startled and came to help him.

But Xie Wei stood firm by himself.

The housekeeper was shocked and worried: "are you ok?"

Xie Wei slowly released his hand, and the bottom of his eyes was clear and angry. But at this moment, he was deeply pressed into the overlapping mask. When he raised his eyes again, he was so calm, just as quiet as dead water: "it doesn't matter, it's just some cold and palpitating problems."

It's OK to write poems at the poetry contest. It's OK to write oil poems well.