Hua San suddenly said: "Why doesn't Sister burn some paper money?" The libation is also too shabby. ”

Hua Er shook his head: "The person who came to lay the foundation for the great sin is no longer reasonable. And why bother with secular rules on the foundation products? ”

"The One of the Great Sins?" Hua San sneered, "It's just that the imperial power is eternal, referring to the deer as a horse, and the real guilt is only one-tenth." ”

Hua San paused, looked at the field to the east, and suddenly pouted in a low tone.

"For example, the Luo's case of that year, after five years of tossing, the unjust bones involved before and after, tens of thousands of tools! Tens of thousands! The entire eastern slope of Changqing Ridge is full of green mountains burying loyal bones! ”

"That's it! It's all about the past, and it's useless to talk about it. Hua Er interrupted him, "If you mention it again, you will complain about your father...... Your father is gone. ”

Hua San accentuated his tone and was angry: "Every slash is his Zhu Criticism!" Every single one! ”

"Don't say that about him. Your Father...... Your father...... He's a good guy. Hua Er glanced at Hua San, his fingertips clenched in his clothes.

“…… But not a good king!! ”

Hua San roared almost hoarsely and answered.

Immediately, silence fell between the two.

Hua San didn't look over, and some regretted yelling at Hua Er.

Hua Er didn't want to argue too much. There are some things she knows, she knows better than anyone else.

He's a good guy.

But he was not a good king.

Three years ago, under his protection, she was happy like a fool every day and didn't understand anything. Three years later, she faced the vicissitudes of life alone, and only then did she understand his original sin and pain.

However, he was gone.

She can only turn over her memories every night and night, torment herself, and toss and turn.

Hua Er poured another glass of wine and laid a mark himself, and the pine and cypress in front of him were swaying in the autumn wind.

Hua Eryi smiled.

Only now did she realize that perhaps she should be glad that there was still one person who understood him at that time.

"Ah Zhong." Hua Er's fingertips touched the pine and cypress, and called softly, "Perhaps, I should also call you Ah Zhong...... I've come to see you. ”

……

Li Zhong, the palace of the Western Zhou Emperor, the chief of the palace affairs.

People all over the world say how he has a green face and fangs, and his face is hateful, but she knows that Li Zhong is a slender and white person.

He was a showman before entering the palace. The family is poor, and he is bent on raising his head.

Unexpectedly, he was young and ignorant, and provoked the son of the county magistrate, and the son squeaked a letter to the above, canceled his quota for the imperial examination, and made all kinds of stumbling blocks.

Since then, Shiju Road has been cut off, the family is surrounded by walls, and the old mother and young sister have starved to death one after another.

He couldn't live anymore. As a last resort, he purified himself and entered the palace as a chamberlain. Then, because he knew how to read, understood etiquette, and was appreciated by the above, he achieved the position of the chief waiter step by step.

She and Li Zhong met when she was twelve years old.

As soon as she entered the palace, she saw that the chief waiter who was scolded as a "eunuch" outside actually had a face like white porcelain, and a natural cinnabar mole on his eyebrows, obviously in his twenties, but he was still born like a teenager.

"Wow, how long is the red mole on your eyebrows, so beautiful!" She stretched out her little short hand to scratch it.

Li Zhong took the initiative to squat down, just as tall as her, and let her little short hand pick at the mole very restlessly, laughing.

"The Bodhisattva's appearance, the eyes of heaven are unhindered, and the eyes of the Buddha are accessible. I am glad that the Buddha has a fate, and I am willing to transform all sentient beings. ”

The words spoken are also extremely clean and soft.

Then, her memories of Li Zhong are always connected with him.

As the chief of the inner chamberlain serving the emperor, Li Zhong always stood three steps behind him.

One day, she sneaked through the palace and entered a deserted hall and saw him crying.

He wasn't in good health. cried so much that his liver and gallbladder were about to vomit, and sprinkled a thin trace of wine on the ground in front of him to pay tribute to the deceased.

She froze.

In front of her, he always smiled, even if he was terminally ill, he couldn't open his eyes, and he tried his best to the corners of his mouth.

She had never seen him before, crying so helplessly, secretly, hiding in the corner and crying.

And Li Zhong quietly accompanied him. There are no curious questions, and there is no exhortation from the three outlines and five constants, just accompaniment.

Occasionally, when he couldn't cry anymore, Li Zhong stepped forward and patted him lightly on the back.

From beginning to end, he never said more than half a word, and the bottom of his eyes was absolute trust and gentleness.

That day, she later remembered that it was the death day of the Luo's case.

……

The pine and cypress stabbed her fingers and stomachs slightly, she withdrew her fingertips, the dew soaked the nails, and the coolness rushed to the bottom of her heart.

It's cool.

And the autumn in the imperial palace is always cooler than the side.

How did he, on a frozen autumn night, get up in his clothes and stay awake all night?

Li Zhong, how is it, every time he guesses in advance that he will get up, and he never sleeps thunderily.

The only time was when she ate too much glutinous rice and eight-treasure duck at dinner and didn't digest it, so she couldn't sleep and slipped out, so she bumped into this scene.

……

The three palaces and six courtyards are silent, and a round of autumn moon envelops the golden splendor in a layer of frost.

Li Zhongzheng took the glazed palace lamp alone, and burned the best green gang charcoal in the lamp to warm the bricks on the ground.

Some palace people came up to help him, but he always waved his hand and sent them to sleep.

Then I hunched my waist for several hours in a row, and warmed every brick floor, and in the big autumn, I could sweat tiredly.

After a while, the door of the temple creaked, and he walked out in a bright yellow nightgown, and he had not slept all night.

The feet that came out of the bed stepped on the brick floor, and they didn't feel cold at all. Warmth, not a night is missing.

"Ah Zhong, it's not your business, why bother." He looked at the chamberlain who was holding the palace lamp and shook his head.

Li Zhong stood respectfully three steps away after doing everything, without the slightest excess.

Only when he looked at him, he smiled, and the smile was restrained.

……

Hua Er exhaled a breath of turbidity, the waiter who remembered a little cinnabar mole in his eyebrows was always polite and modest.

She had known him for three years, and she couldn't remember that he had even the slightest excess.

However, she always believes that some things have long since passed silently.

It's just that this kind of "believing" is also a fool's dream three years later.

He and he are gone.

Her memory of Li Zhong ended the day before the April Palace Change.

……

As soon as dawn, the forces led by the right minister Zhao Yin rushed in and demanded Li Zhong in front of him.

The chamberlain with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows was wearing a yellow robe for him, unfazed, as if he had already guessed everything.

"Can the right minister allow the slave to better dress His Majesty?" He smiled, faintly.

Zhao Yin's face was complicated, but he still nodded and waited aside.

Li Zhong calmly stretched out his hand, and dressed him in layers of bright yellow shirts according to the complicated palace rules, not panicking or busy.

After everything was done as usual, he walked towards Zhao Yin, and the fierce soldiers immediately restrained him.

He turned around one last time and called out to the man in the bright yellow shirt.

"Your Majesty! Minions, please have one last word...... May the name be changed to bell. Lee, Chung ......"

He laughed. At that time, I didn't laugh at all.

An hour later, he was executed by Ling Chi in Dongshi.

"The eunuch is dead! God is open, good, good! The onlookers applauded.

Then, the next day, it was the April Palace Change.

The winds of change.

……