Zhang Zhenggang forgot how he got back to his house, and how he got to his study. When he came back to his senses www.biquge.info it was getting late, and a black cloud hung in front of his window. I don't know when and who lit the candle on the table, who sent the cup of tea that was already cold, and who did the dim sum that was missing a gap? Looking at the book in his hand, crawling on it full of finger marks, and the dregs of the dim sum, looking at his white fingers that were as pale as paper, and looking at the palm of the hand that had just dried up, Zhang Zhenggang slowly recalled, recalling the memories that he had forgotten...

Li Muqi's last words, slowly hovering in Zhang Zhenggang's ears, listening to Li Muqi's words that seemed to be whispering softly, and like mockery, Zhang Zhenggang only felt weak, breathing unbearable, as if he was in a lake at this time, about to drown, trying hard, trying to seek a chance to survive from the water, but suddenly found that the harder he struggled, the more violent the fall became, and he wanted to stop, but suddenly found that his body was no longer under his control at this time, and he could only slowly immerse himself in the lake with the waves in the lake, until his body was completely submerged, only the mouth and nose linger on the surface of the lake... (Note: The lake in front of Zhang Zhenggang is just a portrayal of his inner desires.) )

While Zhang Zhenggang was struggling, Li Shuheng was also looking at a piece of paper full of ink-colored handwriting in his hand, holding a pen and outlining a line of words on it with cinnabar. The movements were slow and delicate, as if he was doing something that he enjoyed and was a little difficult to make up his mind. The pen stroked heavily, with a little difficulty, a little hesitation...

After a long time, Li Shuheng put the piece of paper painted by cinnabar on the table, covered it heavily with his hand, exhaled a heavy breath in his snort, and let out a deep sigh in his mouth, and stared at the corner of his eye for a long time, before he moved his gaze with some difficulty, and couldn't help but feel a cold sense of loneliness in his heart, and a low voice whispered in his heart: Standing in a high position, you can only be lonely. If there are too many worries in the heart, if there are too many emotions, you can only fall from that high position.

Li Shuheng once inadvertently said this sentence to Han Shiling, but Han Shiling also kept this sentence firmly in his heart.

Although Li Muqi had never seen Zhang Zhenggang's appearance at this time, he could imagine that Zhang Zhenggang's face at this time would be very painful and full of struggle. His hatred for Zhang Zhenggang is not very deep, he actually doesn't hate Zhang Zhenggang in his heart, nor does he hate Zhang Fengniang. His hatred has turned into pity in his heart, and they are all a group of poor people - pitiful to the point of loneliness, without a trace of family affection, without a trace of humanity, only the desires of their hearts, they have been dominated and enslaved by the desires of their hearts. The good in their hearts has been buried and expelled by the desires in their hearts, and only evil is accompanied by desires - as if there will always be evil around their desires, and if there is good in their hearts, how can they realize the desires in their hearts. Lust always drives people to do evil.

They may never have had good in their hearts, Li Muqi can't help but think: from the time they were born, there was only evil in their hearts, and there was never a trace of good. If this were not the case, how could they not have pity on those innocent people, and how could Zhang Zhenggang say, "There are no innocent people in the world at all." There are only two kinds of people in the world: one is your enemy, and the other is not your friend, but someone you can take advantage of." Although Zhang Zhenggang never said that if one day they were no longer useful to him, he could only discard them, and he could only leave them where they should go, but Li Muqi knew that this was what Zhang Zhenggang did not say in his heart, and he did the same. He didn't say this sentence, just because Zhang Zhenggang knew in his heart: even if he didn't say it, Li Muqi would definitely understand.

There are already such people in the world, and there are more and more such people, and they can be seen everywhere. If you don't, you'll become a "fool" in their eyes. Li Muqi is a "fool", and almost all of him are such "fools". They are willing to be such fools, willing to be such fools, just because they want to keep their original intentions, they don't want to lose themselves, they don't want to lose themselves, they don't want to become a person they dare not face, and they don't want to feel fear and fear in the occasional memories.

The sun climbed in front of the window at some point, worked hard for a long time, and finally put its own light through the thin window paper, directly into the room, and fell on the cup lid poured on the side of the completely cold tea zhong, reflecting the sun, shining with an intoxicating brilliance. Looking at that halo, it seems that I am in another world, not in the world...

Zhang Zhenggang was awakened by that ray of sunshine, if it weren't for that ray of light, Zhang Zhenggang would still be immersed in his dreams, and he would still enjoy that beautiful and happy time in his dreams. It seems that at this moment, for Zhang Zhenggang, only the scene in his dream will be the happiest moment in his life, once he wakes up, the pain in his heart will instantly fall on his heart...

Fortunately, Zhang Zhenggang was not completely awake at this time. With hazy sleepy eyes, I looked at the halo, thinking that I was still in a dream, still in that period of happiness. Until Zhang Zhenggang stretched out his hand, wanting to grasp the halo in front of him, he worked hard for a long time, but it was still fruitless. It wasn't until the sunlight shifted and stabbed into Zhang Zhenggang's eyes again that Zhang Zhenggang finally discovered that the halo in front of him was not his dream, but reality. But at this time, the reality is like a dream.

Where is the reality, and where is the dream? The things in the world are dreams, and the scenes in the dreams will be reality.

Maybe there is no reality at all, only dreams, and only dreams. No matter what it is, after all, it is just a passing cloud, and it will eventually pass by your side, and all that will always be with you is emptiness, nothingness, and emptiness.

Zhang Zhenggang drank the cup of herbal tea in front of him in one go, and the cold tea instantly flowed in his abdomen, stimulating every inch of Zhang Zhenggang's flesh and skin, making him tremble unnaturally and his mind instantly clear. At that moment, Zhang Zhenggang's mind instantly flowed out of those painful memories, causing him to fall heavily on the hard wooden chair he had just risen.

Zhang Zhenggang didn't know why he fell asleep on such a chair, which was a reminder, a stimulus, and something to keep him awake. I don't want Zhang Zhenggang to sleep soundly in such a very uncomfortable chair and sleep all night, and he would actually have such a sweet dream on such a chair. Is this just a mockery, a ruthless blow to Zhang Zhenggang, and a hint at his future?

Future. Zhang Zhenggang had always believed that the future was completely in his own hands, in his own hands, and at this moment, he couldn't help but ask himself in his heart: Where is his future? In whose hands is his future at this time? Could it be that his future has never been in his own hands, but has always been in the hands of the person who is high above and holds great power? Is he just a chess piece and a plaything in his hands? Was it just an illusion of his own at that moment? It was just an illusion?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhenggang couldn't help but let out a long sigh from his mouth. The fists clenched because of excitement suddenly hung down weakly at this moment, one fell on the table in front of him, and the other hung down; even Zhang Zhenggang's head leaned weakly on the back of the chair, his face flashed with pain, and he closed his eyes weakly, not daring to open his eyes, facing everything in front of him...

Zhang Zhenggang did not go to the morning court today, and the housekeeper was in front of the window, and when he saw Zhang Zhenggang who was sleeping, he didn't dare to wake him up, knowing in his heart that Zhang Zhenggang must have no intention of going to the morning court before he would sleep for an hour. This is not a precedent, and the steward knows how to deal with it.

Zhang Zhenggang did not participate in today's early dynasty, which is also his luck: if Zhang Zhenggang appeared in today's early dynasty and saw everything that happened in the court, although there would not be any pain on his face, his heart would be like a sharp knife slowly cutting over his heart, slowly crossing. It was a wordless pain, wordless, just because it hurt to the extreme.

Only with a bright smile on his face will the pain that flows through his heart be the most painful moment.

Escaping is an excellent means - not seeing the painful picture of yourself. However, not seeing him does not mean that it will not happen, and it cannot stop him from happening. Escaping is just one of the best means to deceive yourself and comfort yourself. However, escaping can only be avoided for a while, but not for a lifetime, and after all, you still have to face those painful pictures...

The butler's panicked footsteps sounded rapidly above the corridor, shattering the original tranquility and stirring up a commotion. However, such a noisy sound did not stir up a ripple in Zhang Zhenggang's heart, as if the sound of footsteps outside the window was not in Zhang Zhenggang's ears, and the housekeeper's panicked appearance had nothing to do with him, he was no longer in the world, and already existed in other spaces.

But no matter how much Zhang Zhenggang wants to escape and escape, he still can't escape after all, he is destined to face it. Being in it, you have long lost all retreats.

"Master, the big thing is not good, the big thing is not good. After all, the housekeeper's anxious words came into his ears through the window next to Zhang Zhenggang, so that Zhang Zhenggang had to open his eyes.

Looking at the butler's face at this time, seeing the butler's open lips, Zhang Zhenggang hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, not telling him to continue speaking, but Zhang Zhenggang was still a little late after all, and the butler's mouth still drew a few words "The Ministry of Works..." However, these words are enough to make Zhang Zhenggang imagine and explain the facts. Although there are still some discrepancies between what Zhang Zhenggang thinks and the facts, the results are completely consistent. It seems that last night, Zhang Zhenggang had seen today's early dynasty and today's results...

The butler's footsteps sounded outside the window again. But. At this time, the footsteps of the housekeeper were only a few heavy, but not as violent as just now, but it was enough to ring in Zhang Zhenggang's ears: step by step, slow and heavy, it seemed to be sandwiched with many words, and it seemed to reflect the housekeeper's state of mind at this time, as if it was also Zhang Zhenggang's state of mind at this time. Although Zhang Zhenggang didn't want to admit it at this time, this state of mind was still completely reflected on his cheeks and reflected in the bright sunlight...