Chapter 678

"Oh," Chen Qingxuan turned over again, a leg on the wall of the carriage, and reached out to touch the messy hair. He was not a man of many words, but when he got drunk, he stopped to talk. "I I don't have any hobbies. I just like reading. I like reading since I was a child. I don't have a father or a mother There is only one big cabinet of books. As soon as I put down the books, I feel so lonely. In fact, I don't like reading much, just don't know that except for reading, I What else can I do? I'm a sour scholar. Kong and Kong Wenmin are right! I'm a sour scholar who can't pick up his shoulder or his hand! I I can't do all the work I do. I can't do grandma's work I am ashamed, and Also afraid, afraid I'm afraid I'll lose my grandma later How can I live? I really want to meet someone who can and can accompany me, let me not be afraid, let me feel secure... "

When Kong Wenmin heard him say it off and on, he was more and more upset. He felt that Chen Qingxuan was not talking about himself, but about him.

Yeah, it's really about him.

He lost his parents when he was young. Isn't he afraid or sad? But he can't, even if he's afraid and sad, he can't show it. There's a younger brother under him. Without his parents, he's the only support of his brother. He's his brother's father and mother. How many years, how many storms, from a penniless farmer's son, he's now a respected and even cowardly character. There are countless hardships.

Many times, he is lonely. Facing his younger brother, who is more clear and frank than him, he feels gratified and especially lonely. That's not the loneliness that Kong Wenjie can understand and solve for him. Moreover, he is tired of his vicissitudes, and he never wants to let Kong Wenjie know, but is it when he has no weakness? Don't you want to find someone to talk to or rely on?

Of course, it's just Never met that man.

……

"Home," the carriage stopped steadily at the door of Chen Qingxuan's house. Kong Wenmin jumped out of the carriage and leaned into the carriage. He saw Chen Qingxuan was sleeping soundly. Maybe it was too hot. He was sweating all over his face. His face was steaming with sweat. His mouth was slightly dry and slightly open. There was a sound of snoring and a line of snoring The bright saliva came, and Kong Wenmin looked at him like this, and couldn't help laughing. "I only think that the readers are very well dressed, but I didn't expect that it's also a virtue to drink too much."

Kong Wenmin takes out his pad and wipes Chen Qingxuan's face. Then he goes to call for the door. Only then can he find that the door is locked. Kong Wenmin looks at the lock on the door and looks back at the sleeping man in the carriage. After a pause, he turns around and gets on the carriage again. Then he drives the carriage away slowly.

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Jiasheng, August 10, 2003.

Capital.

Royal study.

After the early Dynasty, Zhong Zhiheng left the left and the right together, and the imperial dining room prepared the morning meal, and Zhong Zhiheng gave them both a meal.

"Long live, the king of Pingxi returned to Beijing this time. Within a few days, something important happened in the south of Xinjiang. Moreover, the king of Pingxi had made preparations early in the morning and sent 100000 troops to wait at the top of qinghainan. Long live, is there something strange here?" Zhao Changrong, right, took a sip of the honey bean and Lily porridge and asked Zhong Zhiheng carefully.

"Right phase means that King Pingxi didn't come back to Beijing for the Empress Dowager's birthday, but for Xu Chengjin?" Zhong Zhiheng looks at Zhao Changrong and slowly eats fish slices with ginger sauce, while wiping his mouth with a pad.

"Yes, wechat officials do have this worry," Zhao Changrong looked at Zhong Zhiheng's face and carefully worded, "in the end, King Pingxi is not an ordinary subject, holding 300000 northwest army. If King Pingxi easily mobilizes 100000 or even hundreds of thousands of army due to his own personal interests, does he not care about the security of the border area? Long live and learn. "

"What self-interest?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong and said lightly, "is Xu Chengjin wronged? Or did the king force him to swallow eleven tribes? "

Zhao Changrong suddenly said "clucking" in his heart. He was so busy that he got up and knelt down on his knees and said, "yes, what long live said is very true. It's because Weichen is not thoughtful."

"It's not entirely your fault. This time, it's rare for Pingxi king to be so enthusiastic about Southern Xinjiang," said Zhong Zhiheng in a slow voice, looking at the left side at the same time. "What do you think of Pingxi King's action this time, left side?"