Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 55
The flags fluttered, and everyone entered the city together. Gu Hongying originally wanted to invite Gu Chengye to return in a carriage, but then remembered Chu Shou who came with her, and thought in her heart that she had lost her head, so she swallowed it too. In the belly, he was left to his riding companion and Chu Shou to be around.

"Emperor Yong's little princess, I've heard that she has an out-of-the-way personality, so she doesn't see people. I don't believe it if she has some kind of cold."

Chu Shou slightly raised his voice, but it was muffled when he heard it outside. Gu Chengye smiled lightly and said, "I can't control her, I insisted on coming to Kyoto earlier last night, and I said I should take a stroll around, now, Probably at the gate of the palace."

When they all entered the city gate, the gate was closed heavily. Today, there are distinguished guests, and the city gate is closed.

Gu Chengye got off his horse and walked towards the tall and gorgeous sedan chair in front of him. Under the layers of gauze curtains, there was the delicate and beautiful face of Concubine Rong. On the side of the tall horse, Song Yanqing straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were clear and clear. , without sadness or joy, looked across Gu Chengye, looking left and right at the solid carriage.

"Chen, Gu Chengye, pay my respects to the imperial concubine."

Behind the carriage came a woman who was an old servant of Princess Chengxuan. She stepped forward to salute and said respectfully: "Princess Chengxuan was exhausted on the road, unfortunately caught wind and cold, so I couldn't get out of the carriage to pay respects to your mother. I also ask the imperial concubine to forgive me."

"It's okay, let's go back to the palace."

Concubine Rong opened her mouth softly, her mood did not fluctuate in any way.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them talking, Gu Chengye raised his eyes, looked at the man on horseback, and secretly smiled. The white jade Bodhisattva-like celestial official written in Chu Shou's letter is indeed true--clear and handsome, as quiet as orchid, but his face is serious The tension is the same, but Chu Shou's words are extraordinarily serious and extraordinarily cute.

Gu Chengye followed Concubine Rong raised his hand and stood up, turned slightly sideways to Song Yanqing, hooked the corners of his mouth, with a little provocation in his eyes, and said slowly: "I have seen Mr. Du Yushi, and I have admired his name for a long time. Now that I see you, Mr. Song is really Young talents are extraordinary."

Song Yanqing turned his eyes when he heard the sound, his eyelashes flickered slightly, and looked at Gu Chengye, his eyebrows stretched out, holding the rein tightly in his hand, he nodded slightly at Gu Chengye, then pulled the rein, and turned to go forward.

The people on both sides of the road lowered their heads and whispered, watching the excitement.

"I thought you were terminally ill and your life was over."

Gu Chengye pulled the horse and got closer to Chu Shou's carriage, and said softly.

Chu Shou lowered his eyes and chuckled, and replied: "If you don't say something more serious in the letter, how can I call you back?"

Gu Chengye casually fiddled with the pure white tassels on the carriage, "It's not like it's pretending to be like this, is it? The carriage is covered so tightly that I can't hear clearly."

Chu Shou let out a long sigh, and said weakly: "There is nothing wrong with the body for the time being, it's just that the mind is stagnant, and I can't get excited about doing anything, and I don't have much energy."

"Yo? Knowing the disease, why not cure it?"

"There is no cure."

This time it was Gu Chengye's turn to sigh, and he said: "You are still like this, conceited and pessimistic, determined that you will not be able to overcome your destiny, so you don't want to struggle for a while. At that time, Wuji witnessed the death of his family members one by one, and he felt ashamed. Ashes, knowing that the murderer who murdered your relatives is in the deep palace, didn't you persuade you to be willing to take over the name of your ancestors and live in this capital?"

"Ah——and that heavenly official, I heard that the censor, who is also famous in Kyoto now, is living well because of you, so he doesn't have to suffer from the white eyes of the witch clan. As for me, my family is scattered, You showed me a clear path, joined the army, and now you have earned a good reputation, and it is very honorable to work for the people of Ming Qi."

Gu Chengye continued to sigh:
"Why do you only persuade others to look up to the sun, but you are ruthless to yourself? You don't even have the courage to reach out to yourself, what a pity."

"I can't get across by myself. That's because I don't even have the capital to live. For you, it's also my accumulation of merit. In this life, I'm one step faster and reincarnated earlier. In the next life, I have to live to be a hundred years old."

Chu Shou's tone lightened up, wondering if it was because he was happy to see his old friend.

Gu Chengye listened, his eyes became serious, he turned his head to look at the carriage, pretending to be relaxed and said:
"The curse of the witch clan? It's actually true? But... isn't Concubine Rong living well?"

He knew the situation of the Wu Clan, and he also knew about the catastrophe that Chu Shou's own mother and the little concubine Rong in the palace had suffered. He was very worried about this close friend, even if he went far to the northern border, In the windy, sandy and cold moon, she was also thinking about her in my heart, counting on my fingers, and finally received the first letter from Chu Shou since his birthday, and my hanging heart was relieved.

Looking at the messy autographed letter, and some small and small things complained in the letter, I couldn't help laughing, and felt that she was right in front of me when I held it in my arms, but. Have you changed your mind?
"How do you know that the person in front of you must be the person in the painting?"

Chu Shou's voice interrupted his recollection.

"I'm not going to hide it from you anymore. Now I'm living in this world on the basis of other people's lives. If I last three or four years, it's just one death. There's no need to harm others or myself."

"other people?"

Without thinking about it, Gu Chengye picked up some words that floated into his ears and replied.

"Heavenly official's heart and blood."

Chu Shou's voice sounded a little depressed and upset, "I had a serious illness when I was seventeen, Wuji. He took Ah Zhi's heart and soul for me and saved me. I guessed a little bit, but"

"It's just that you can't believe it, can you?"

"Yes, you know how much I respect him, and how difficult it was for him when he was young because of the witch clan. I swore that I would never let him fall into such a difficult situation again, but I broke the precept first. , I should have woken up earlier, didn't I?"

Gu Chengye lowered his eyes, tightened his grip on the reins, and then smiled comfortably: "Whatever you want to do, I will definitely cooperate with all my strength."

"no--"

Hearing this, Chu Shou frowned, and raised his hand to lift the curtains of the carriage. The heat inside the carriage turned into mist when it met the cold armor, but Chu Shou yelled: "Gu Chengye, is there something wrong with you? I warn you, don't talk to me in this tone."

People in the world always feel that spring hurts autumn, but it is a pity that some die young, and others become less stingy when their time is approaching.

"Don't look at me that way."

Chu Shou stretched out his hand and gestured to poke his compassionate eyes blind, but he was discouraged again, and said to him: "Now I finally know what Zhao Wou-ki looked at me when I woke up."

Gu Chengye looked at her with a slight smile, and took out a very round and polished wooden hairpin from his arms. It had no delicate shape, just like a sharp willow leaf. He took advantage of the gap when Chu Shou opened the curtain, Keeping the hairpin in her arms, "A good hairpin is priceless and unique."

Chu Shou played with it in his hand, looked carefully from left to right, and murmured in a low voice: "Wood is good wood."

"People are also good people, big good people."

Chu Shou snorted, lowered the curtain, and retreated into the carriage again.

(End of this chapter)