On the second day of the seventh month, the western suburbs of Luojing folded the willow pavilion, and the sky was as clear as it was at dawn when it rained for a while.

The showers are resting, the weather is clear, it is advisable to go on the road, and it is also advisable to say goodbye.

The hexagonal pavilion is not large, surrounded by the crowd of people on the inner and outer three floors, and can only see the green tiles and cornices from a distance, and the residual tears are dotted.

Inside and outside the pavilion, both old and young, all the green clothes and plain robes, solemn and solemn, although there is no vermilion, but still according to the grade, natural and orderly.

Everyone saw off Zhou Xian, the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, but there were already a few plainclothes officials in the crowd who paid attention to ancient etiquette and changed their names to Zhou Guolao.

From June 25, Zhou Xian was summoned for several days in a row by the present bixia, who had been seriously ill and had dropped out of the dynasty for a long time. Although the retiring chamberlain couldn't really hear what the two of them talked about together, the emperor cried at Zhou Xian several times, and several intimate actions of stroking his back and holding hands, giving clothes and food were rumored, which was enough to make a group of noble ministers have a consensus in their hearts.

Just yesterday, the holy decree was issued to Zhou Xian's temporary residence after being released from prison, and Zhou Xian's Zhishi was granted, and he was allowed to participate in court affairs and state affairs......

Zhou Xian's fifth son, Zhou Zhe, who was still white, also got the virtual official title of six-rank Fengyilang. Even if Zhou Song, the son of the Zhou family, is still in prison and is not free, Zhou Xian solemnly begged for his son to be punished impartially under national law, but the face of the cell head and jailer finally changed from winter to summer.

If there were no regrets half a month ago, a return to his hometown like Zhou Xian could be regarded as a graceful retirement.

Several old men drank the farewell wine in the cup, bowed to Zhou Xian, and couldn't help but have a few tears floating in the corners of their eyes.

Zhou Xian, who was surrounded in the center of the pavilion, no longer saw the reunion face that was like a smiling Buddha a few months ago, and the sudden weight loss that he had suffered from in prison made his cheeks collapse, and there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead, and what was even more dazzling was that he was covered with silver frost in a few days.

The hair is like snow, like the white silk cloth covered by the mantle in the pavilion on the black pottery bone altar.

Parents of the body's hair and skin. Although the Chen Dynasty said that he paid attention to stopping the spirit for three months and entering the earth for peace, Zhou Xian washed his children after being released from prison, and implored the monks of the Great Ci'en Temple to do the rituals, and when Zhou Zhe's head passed on the seventh day, he would be cremated.

Although some people secretly criticized Zhou Xian, who was in charge of the original ceremonial department, for not paying too much attention to his son's funeral, but after all, he was thinking of his pain of losing his child, and everyone was silent about it.

Zhou Xian, who was sympathized, lowered his eyes, revealing peace, quietly stared at the child who was saluting in front of Zhou Zheling.

Different from the previous brother's high performance, the young head of Gao Wei Ji bowed, upright and solemn, and with a flowing rhyme, very solemn.

"Xiao Gao Wei has studied painting from the fifth brother of the Zhou family for two years, although he has no teacher's name, he has a teacher." , Gao Gong explained to the people around him, whispering quietly, but it did not prevent it from spreading to all sides like a ripple, and even a few serious elders nodded in approval.

Gao Ji was courteous to the deceased uncle, but Gao Wei's gift was more merciful.

Zhou Xian obviously also liked Gao Wei more, and when he got up after the salute, he pulled the little man in front of him, and his big hand with a few hazel spots clenched a small hand, and his voice whispered, "Good boy!" ”

Looking at Gao Gong who was standing on the side again, Zhou Xian's face had a hint of sadness, and said, "Changde! Gao Zhou's two families, the friendship of the world, and the in-laws, the old man wondered if he could make the two families ......"

Da! Da! Da ...... A frenzied sound of horses' hooves shattered, breaking the tranquility of the Ten Mile Pavilion and swallowing up Zhou Xian's unfinished words.

"I said why is it so lively! It turns out that you all came here to the small pilgrimage! The flow of people piled up in front of the pavilion separated, and Zhou Xian raised his eyes, but he faced Xiao Rui, the prince of Jingguo, who was riding on a horse.

Xiao Rui is in the prime of life, although everyone knows that because he is the only seedling of the Xiao family, he has been doted on by the Empress Dowager Xiao and the queen since he was a child, and he has become a gentleman who does not learn and has no skills, and he is not like his father and ancestor at all. But he couldn't stand the foundation of the Xiao family that had been passed down from generation to generation, so he put on a very good-looking shell, which was golden and shiny.

At this moment, he was arrogantly in front of the horse pavilion, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, ape arms and bee waist, and he still looked quite powerful and strong.

“haha！ My father remembered, old man Zhou, you also returned to your hometown today. Jing Guogong, who saw the farewell situation clearly, did not get off the horse, but only condescendingly pointed at Zhou Xian with the whip and said with a smile: "It turns out that you old man also has today!" ”

This opening caused an uproar in the full pavilion again.

Twelve years ago, Donggong died, and Xiao Rui, the uncle of the country who rushed back to Luojing from Yunzhou, made a big fuss from top to bottom, leading people to beat the imperial doctor and the officials involved in the investigation of the prince's death, including Zhou Xian. Ten years ago, Zhou Xian, who was relegated to Yanzhou, participated in the impeachment of Xiao Rui for leaving the fiefdom of Yunzhou without permission and secretly returning to the land of Youyan run by the old Jingguo Gong...... On closer examination, the hatchback has some unresolved grievances.

But at this time, the pavilion was still offering the spirit of Zhou Zhe, and Jing Guogong was so rude that it caused the public anger of the officials who saw him off for a while. Even if it is a foreign relative lord, who dares to provoke the eunuchs and nobles like this, he is such a fool.

Looking at Xiao Yushi, who was dragging the horse's head with his sleeves and insisting on getting off the horse to make amends, Xiao Rui sneered and said, "Impeachment? Just go! It's better to force the father to stay and ask for the guilt, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't want to leave Luojing! If it weren't for your villain, the emperor's brother-in-law would not have pressed his sister's last order and forced his father to take the boys back to the ghost place in Yunzhou where birds don't......"

Several members of the crowd, who were also indignant, were persuaded by their companions. It is also the will of Bixia to leave Beijing before the first day of the seventh month, and this plague god who refuses to leave has been dragged to the time limit of Zuihou, if he finds an excuse and forces him to stay at this time, then he will be punished as a raft.

"Thank you Zhou for your kindness." , Zhou Xian let go of Gao Wei's little hand, walked out of the pavilion slowly, smiled and took out the reins of the horse from the hand of the red-faced little Yushi and put it aside.

Then, Zhou Xian's shriveled old face looked up lightly, peaceful, bowed his hand, and said: "Return to the hometown and Lu Yao, please go well!" ”。

With a cold snort, Xiao Rui pulled back the horse's head and walked away proudly, and the few horsemen behind him were silent, and the small accusations in the crowd seemed to be unheard.

I don't know if that sentence suddenly pierced into my ears, and the first rider who was already moving forward suddenly stopped again, took a few steps back, and suddenly inside and outside the pavilion, there was a calm.

I saw the horse's head pulled back to the north, but a man shouted and scolded in annoyance, "Bah! Lao Tzu raised a few of you little rabbit cubs to use a ghost! Get the hell over one! Our Xiao family is not rude! ”

The horse team behind Jing Guogong stopped, and several ponies hesitated. Then, one of the riders, a child with a bun and a haircut, turned over and dismounted, and stood hesitantly holding the leash for a while, before running briskly at the urging of his brother.

The officials who thought that it should be Xiao Ze, the son of the world, came to make amends on behalf of their father, there was a little disdain in the corners of their eyes, and then after being taken aback, the ridicule became even stronger.

The one who came to salute was an eight or nine-year-old child, wearing a silver and white brocade robe lined with a small face elegant and clean, and the etiquette was also very standard.

"It's over!" , Gao Wei, who was standing next to his father, peeked at the boy who should be the same age as him out of the corner of his eye, and secretly felt a faint indignation in his heart, inexplicably, but he felt that his special was half taken away.

In the midst of high-dimensional thoughts, the small body kneeling in front of the spirit had already stood up, turned his head and strode straight forward, as if he had just completed a task that had to be completed.

Two pairs of equally transparent and clean eyes met in the air, and then separated in an instant, without a trace.

"Who is he......", the sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away, brushing away the questions that had sprung up in the hearts of the two boys.

Looking at the Jingguo bus convoy that started later from Yusui Garden to the north, Zhou Xian also circled around and said goodbye to everyone.

The gray-haired old man waved away the servant beside him and held the clay pot on the stone table in the pavilion in his arms.

"Zhe'er! It's time for the two of us to set off. Father...... Daddy takes you home! ”

The old man's slightly rickety back walked towards the carriage not far away step by step, quietly around, only to hear the footsteps slowly rising and falling, but Gao Wei, who was standing silently on the side of the pavilion, felt that his little heart was beating like a drum.

He suddenly shook off the hand he was holding with his brother, rushed out in stride, and shouted at the carriage that was about to leave, "Grandpa Zhou! Grandfather! ”

Gao Wei raised his arms vigorously and shook his little hands, and he suddenly thought that the unfinished words that Zhou Xian wanted to say to his father in front of everyone just now should be closely related to himself.

The green cloth curtain was half-lifted, and the old man's brown spotted palm stretched out, swinging towards the place where the child's voice came from, and slowly retracted and pressed it on the top of the can in his arms.

Zhou Xian leaned his back against the gently swaying car wall, closed his old yellow eyes, and muttered, "It's okay!" One south and one north are finally separated by a little farther away. Zhe'er, when you get home, Dad will definitely plan well for Sister Yun...... Let's go home first......"

"Go home, go home ......"

The axles are softly singing, the old cars and old servants are with each other, and the road back to the south is long......

Compared with Zhou Xian's dull spirit guarding, the cavalry returning north to Yunzhou was flying freely.

Jing Guogong's team was divided into two parts early, one team swaggered through the state and county with a dozen or so concubines who Jing Guogong had been in Beijing for a year, and Jing Guogong, who was sexually fun, led the other team into the reckless mountains.

At dusk, they randomly found a place in the mountains and forests to set up camp, and the children played their favorite game of catching sheep again.

Xiao Rui, the prince of Jingguo, lazily lay on his side on a velvet blanket, half-closed eyes, while enjoying the plump breasts and buttocks of Yan Dijian's legs and feeding fruits, while listening to the eldest son Xiao Ze shouting and drinking the division of labor among his younger brothers.

"Dead old man! The Xiao family has enough men now, right? Listening to the lively calls of a group of boys, Xiao Rui looked at the crowd of people in the distance with misty eyes, and whispered a secret curse, "You...... There are also the ancestors of the Xiao family...... This kind of boring day, you come to live a day to try? Phew! As a grandson for you, Lao Tzu poured eight lifetimes of blood mold! ”

Qi Wei should be dying, right? Thinking of the sickly and haggard brother-in-law and the very capable nephew on the dragon chair, Jing Guogong was so happy that he let out a loud voice, stretched out his long arms, but hooked off the beautiful maid's head and bit his red lips.

Jing Guogong has always been absurd and lustful, even if the scene is more glamorous, both subordinates and children are used to seeing it, so they all turn a blind eye and are still busy.

"Left-wing tiger ben...... Right-wing wolf patrol ...... Eagle Fly, Hit! ”

With Xiao Ze's order, a feathered arrow simply shot into the neck of a yellow sheep.

It's just that the strength is not enough, and the strong ram rushes towards Xiao Ze and Xiao Hong, who are standing in one place, with red eyes and hooves, menacing.

Xiao Ze pulled his younger brother's back collar and dodged him to the side. When the sheep's body was slightly wrong, a short sword in Xiao Ze's hand was accurately inserted into the yellow sheep's abdomen, and the sheep didn't even have time to scream again, and it had already fallen to the ground.

The cavalry guards in the camp, who were good at barbecuing, stepped forward, skinned and deboned the sheep, put them in a pile with other prey, and began to prepare dinner.

Xiao Hong, who was holding a small bow with curved horns, hung his head a little dejectedly, and walked back to his father's side step by step. The arrow he shot just now was shot by him, but he was so tired that the eldest brother had to make up for it.

Xiao Rui, the prince of Jingguo, let go of the woman in his arms and got up and stepped forward, looking at his young son condescendingly, a rough horsewhip stretched out, and raised Xiao Hong's jaw, "Lack of strength?" Or are you unbearable? ”。

Xiao Hong's eyes seemed to be flickering, he bit his lip fiercely, and his little face, which was flushed, became more and more white and delicate, like a virgin.

"Xiao Ze! You get over here! Xiao Rui, who prides himself on being heroic, really couldn't look at it, and roared angrily at the eldest son who dared to stand aside and watch the joke. The horsewhip in his hand trembled, as if he was resisting the urge to draw directly to Xiao Hong, gritting his teeth, "Da Lang, take a look, take a look!" Let's see if this miscellaneous is Lao Tzu's seed! ”

Without waiting for Xiao Ze to respond, Xiao Rui had already whipped into his waist with a big hand, and slapped directly on the top of Xiao Hong's head, scolding loudly: "A little rabbit cub!" You, you have to be wiped by others every time? If Lao Tzu and your brother die one day, don't you want to live! ”

turned his head to face his eldest son again, and his face was even more ruthless, "Xiao Ze!" When you go back to Yunzhou, be smart, and throw this kid to Lao Tzu to feed the wolves in Montenegro! Lao Tzu was upset when he looked at him! ”

Be! Father! Xiao Ze smiled and hugged his younger brother, who had already had red eyes, and deserved it.

Xiao Yuan, a black-skinned boy, immediately leaned over when he heard the sound, and raised a black oily arm high, "And me!" I'm going too! ”。