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Chapter 463

Zhao Pingdao: "Do you feel that Fang Xian is seeking defeat on purpose?"

Fang Xian's reaction was too calm, and the withdrawal was too straightforward, without a trace of resignation.

In other words, he never felt that he could take Mu Dianke away from Huairentang from the very beginning.

Then why is he making a move again?

"It seems that the life of Fang Rong's family is not easy now." An Tiru said.

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A pure white carrier pigeon flew in the thick drizzle of Jiankang City, through the wind and rain, and flew into the famous Ink Lane in the south of the city.

Ink Lane is famous not only because it is different from other streets and alleys, but it is paved with ink stones.It is also because the two most powerful families in the imperial city live here - the Rong family of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Fang Family of the Duke's Mansion.

Probably tired from flying too long, the carrier pigeon stopped on the high wall, turned its head and combed its slightly damp feathers with its hard red beak.

Inside the high walls, there are thick tiles and heavy eaves, winding corridors, and carved beams and painted buildings. If you look at it, you don't know how deep it is.

The carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and flew towards the depths of the bustling and lush compound.

In May, the new lotus in the pond grows, green and round, floating on the water one by one, forming a pool full of vitality.

Rong Yi wore a thin crimson gown, his hair was pinned up with a simple white jade hairpin, his skin was white and bright, he looked like an orchid orchid and a jade tree, and he had a leisurely mountain and forest hermit style, holding a rose in one hand The red carved lacquer bowl is leisurely leaning against the railing beside the flower pond to feed the fish.

His expression was indifferent, and he didn't see a trace of depression that should be due to being forced to be idle.

"My lord, Ah Xian has sent a letter from Chuzhou."

Holding the bamboo tube just removed from the carrier pigeon's leg, Hong Bo stood still behind Rong Yi, because he was walking on the road in a hurry, and his breath was still a little unsteady.

"What did you say?"

Rong Yi carelessly twirled the fish food, sprinkled it in the flower pond, it fell with a tinkling sound, and fine ripples appeared in the pond water.Red, red, yellow and yellow koi shuttle around for food under the lotus leaves, which is very lively.

Rong Yi's expression suddenly became a little lonely.

With Rong Yi's permission, Hong Bo unwrapped the wax-sealed bamboo tube, removed the wax on the seal of the letterhead, and unfolded it against the wind.His eyes swept across the paper, and he said:

"Ah Xian said that he found Mu Si in Huairentang, and led troops to arrest him, but was seriously injured by Liang Qing.

Also, Mu Si had a deep-rooted love for Chang Qian Buddha, and was instigated by him to turn against Jin Yanchen.At present, it seems that not participating in the civil uprising in Chuzhou is not only innocent, but also meritorious. "

Rong Yi already knew more than half of the contents of the letter.The reason why I have to pass it on again is to show it to those who are interested.

The letter was still the original letter, but the wax and sealing wax had been scraped off and repainted countless times.

In the imperial family and Ning Yu's prime minister's mansion, there are a large number of strange people and strangers who specialize in these methods.

"Looking at these fish, you feel so at ease. What they want all their lives is just one bite of food. If you ask less, your heart will be relaxed and you will be at ease."

Rong Yi looked at the colorful carps wagging their tails under his feet, and said softly.

"It's also uncomfortable." Hong Bo said, "It's very pitiful to be trapped in a narrow flower pond all its life, without knowing the river."

Rong Yi smiled faintly, turned around, raised his hand slightly, and a boy in Tsing Yi who was standing under the moon gate ran over to pick up the food bowl and washed it.

"Hong Bo is still so good at comforting people."

He said with a light smile, he took the scroll from Hong Bo's hand and read it.

Fang Xian was much more careful than before. It was a long letter, without any clues to arrest him. It took a lot of thought to refine the words and sentences.

"It's hard for him. He was slashed by Liang Qing. I'm afraid he will have to rest for a while."

"Ah Xian has grown up, he is no longer the child he used to be." Hong Bo said with emotion.

Rong Yi still smiled.

What's so good about growing up?He only said so in his heart.

Fang Xian's aunt Fang Huiyi married his cousin Rong Hui, and his two aunts married Fang Xian's uncle and uncle respectively. According to seniority, Fang Xian should call him uncle.

But he is not a few years older than Fang Xian, and playing together since childhood, Fang Xian regarded him as a brother, calling "A Yi" and "A Yi", never treating him as an elder.

He used to be like this too.

It's just that later, he took up the burden of the two families, and no matter what he did, he would consider it from the perspective of a big patriarch. Slowly, he naturally treated Fang Xian as a junior.

Fang Xian is upright and strong, and doesn't get sand in his eyes.This is good and bad.

Rong Yi thought, anyway, it is enough to have him in the court, Fang Yan and Fang Lian in the army, and Qingyan in the harem.Just let him live on his own terms.

A person, for a lifetime, can act according to his own mood and likes and dislikes, not being bound by the world, and rounding his mind, what a happy thing that is.

He couldn't do it anymore, he hoped that Fang Xian could live his life like this.

The fact is still not possible.

After the Battle of the Wasteland, Fang Xian's words and deeds have obviously changed a lot.

Rong Yi didn't know how long it took him to force himself to accept the insidiousness and obscenity under the glamor behind closed doors.

In short, Fang Xian disappeared for a while, and when he reappeared, he was no longer the upright general who only acted according to his own will and principles.

He learned to make trade-offs and compromises, and was willing to do things that he would never have done before.As Humber said, from a child to an adult.

Children are simple, right is right, wrong is wrong, adults always have a lot of helplessness.

Children are sincere, adults are hypocritical.

He said: Ah Yi, so your heart is so bitter.

Is he suffering?Rong Yi didn't know.

The most painful thing for him is that he has dreamed of countless weddings, but the one who holds hands into the bridal chamber is not the woman he loves, and he still laughs so that everyone thinks he is happy; the most painful thing is that he stands alone. There was a cold wind blowing on the north wall, reading the last line she wrote to him: A Yi, I am getting married.You are well, come back alive.

He came back alive, only to see the grass on her grave.

How did you feel at that time?Thousands of arrows piercing the heart is nothing more than that, Coptis chinensis will not be more bitter than the heart.It's just that it's been so long that he doesn't remember much.

After all, he still couldn't protect Ah Xian for the rest of his life.He was a little lost thinking.He raised his hand to dust off the dust on the thin shirt, and walked towards the study.

Carved and decorated with curved railings, the light and shadow turn bright and dark again.

Outside the red fence is drizzle and flowers, like spring; he walked silently in the turbulent corridor, but there was a kind of autumn-like bleakness.It's like stepping on time and years, going back step by step, and going through this life to the end.

There are piles of papers in the study.

Two whole rows of black and red lacquered bookcases of jujube wood stand against the wall, and the books are densely packed on them. At a glance, they are full of thick spines.

The wall on the left hand side is covered with a grid of blue bricks, and the entire wall is covered with grids, where all kinds of rare books and classics he has collected over the years are arranged, including those made of sheepskin, silk, and bamboo slips, which are broken and yellowed, with a sense of old age. The old sadness, tidy up, lying quietly in the dark shadows.

　The past two days have been so busy that my brain has crashed, and I frequently enter an unconscious state of emptying out, asking my soul "who am I and what am I going to do?"It's a miracle that I still remember who Rong Yi is.For the story of Rong Yi and Miss Liu Qingwu, see Volume 1, Chapter 123, On the Qingwu Embankment by the River, Volume 2, Chapter 51, Where Do You Want to Go? I can only think of so much for the time being...

　　
　
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