"Then I don't dare to give it if you say that." Chen Zhijie said that he was about to pick up the wine on the table: "Don't you dare to disobey the holy decree." ”

"How can you disobey the holy decree?" Wei Chi Jingde went over with a straight face and pulled the wine from Chen Zhijie's hand: "The emperor only said that I was not allowed to drink, and he didn't say that you were not allowed to send me wine." ”

Without waiting for Chen Zhijie to speak, he tore off the wine stopper and poured it into his big mouth, smashing his mouth and praising it again and again.

"All down." Chen Zhijie looked at Yu Chi Jingde, raised his head and took another sip, and sat down with his robe.

The servants and servants serving next to them listened to Chen Zhijie's instructions, and did not retreat immediately, but glanced at Wei Chi Jingde, and saw that their master did not speak, so they rushed out and retreated.

After a while, only Chen Zhijie and Wei Chi Jingde were left in the huge tent.

Wei Chi Jingde also sat down, threw the military book he was holding in his other hand into the bamboo basket next to him, replaced the hand with the wine, and continued to grab the elbow meat in the bowl with his empty hand and stuff it into his mouth. hummed with satisfaction while eating, and did not forget to signal Chen Zhijie: "Eat, Yizhen, this is freshly roasted, and it tastes fragrant." ”

Chen Zhijie didn't answer or eat meat, only looked up at Wei Chi Jingde and said, "Jingde, you said that the emperor knew that I disobeyed the holy decree and sent you wine, but he would punish me?" ”

Wei Chi Jingde waved his hand indifferently: "What do you want?" How could the emperor punish us old men who fought with him for such a trivial matter? ”

After Wei Chi Jingde finished speaking, he found that no one answered for a while, and when he noticed something unusual, he looked up at Chen Zhijie, who was sitting in front of him. Only then did he find that Chen Zhijie looked at him with a serious and sharp face.

Wei Chi Jingde's heart moved, and he slowly put down the wine in his hand. I was trying to comfort the wine that it wasn't that big of a deal, so I didn't need to be so vigilant. After thinking about it, I knew that the best friend in front of me would never do this for a pot of wine. And they put it in order.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Wei Chi Jingde asked tentatively.

"Jingde, after so many years, do you really respect him as the only master?" Chen Zhijie said, his voice was extremely low.

Wei Chi Jingde was stunned at first, and then he knew who Chen Zhijie was talking about. Suddenly solemn: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Just want to know what the hell you think?" Chen Zhijie still didn't say, only asked.

Wei Chi Jingde looked at Chen Zhijie's face. Just wait for him to continue.

The atmosphere in the tent was eerily quiet.

After a while, I only heard Chen Zhijie say in a deep voice: "Jingde, do you still remember the incident on September 29 of the sixth year of Joan of Arc?" ”

Hearing this, Wei Chi Jingde pursed his lips and looked at Chen Zhijie gloomily.

On September 29, the sixth year of Joan of Arc, he held a banquet today, when he was already the assassin of the same state, and he also returned to Beijing for the banquet.

During the meal, he saw that there was a man sitting above him, and he was furious and asked the man, "What credit do you have for sitting on my seat?" ”

Li Daozong, the king of Rencheng, sat on his lower seat and explained to him that the man was only a Beijing official, and he did not understand the etiquette of the banquet in the palace for the first time. When asked about Li Daozong's words, he was furious, feeling that Li Daozong was provoking himself and beating Li Daozong. Li Daozong was caught off guard, and one eye was almost blinded.

The emperor was very unhappy, and the words of persuasion are still in his ears.

"When I read the Book of Han, I found that the heroes of Han Gaozu were able to save themselves, and I often blamed Gaozu in my heart. After ascending the throne, he always wanted to protect the heroes and let their children and grandchildren be safe. But after you became a high-ranking official, you kept violating the law of the country, and only then did you understand that the killing of Han Xin and Peng Yue was not the fault of Han Gaozu.

The only important thing in governing the country is rewards and punishments. Don't give too much extra favor, be strict with yourself, and don't do things that you regret. (Note 1)

After listening to this earnest remark at that time, he hurriedly kowtowed and apologized, and from then on he restrained himself, never exceeded the rules, and abided by his duty, which was praised by many people in the future.

"I thought that after Jingde came here, he served His Majesty wholeheartedly and never had two hearts." Chen Zhijie spoke slowly, interrupting Wei Chi Jingde's memories.

Wei Chi Jingde's rough brows furrowed: "I, Wei Chi Rong, have never had two hearts for the emperor. ”

He spoke in a firm tone. Chen Zhijie, who was observing his expression, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Really?" Chen Zhijie was relieved in his heart, and his tone was still half-believing and asked again.

"There are no two hearts." Wei Chi Jingde once again spoke firmly.

Chen Zhijie pondered for a moment, and the room became quiet again.

"Yizhen, you and I have been in love for many years, but I have something to say." Wei Chi Jingde looked at Chen Zhijie's silent appearance and spoke.

Chen Zhijie stretched out his hand, picked up the wine on the table, took a sip, and then slowly spoke: "When I was drinking with Mao Gong, I heard something from his mouth. ”

"What's the matter?" Wei Chi Jingde hurriedly asked. Li Maogong's kid is now the secretary of the military department, and this time he escorted the emperor to Luoyang Palace, and he was also responsible for the protection of the holy car along the way.

Most of what Chen Zhijie can know about him is about the protection of the holy driver. Although he hadn't listened to Chen Zhijie's words, Wei Chi Jingde had a little sense in his heart that it was not a good thing.

Sure enough, I heard Chen Zhijie ask, "Do you know about last night's movements?" ”

They lived next to the emperor's residence, and after nightfall last night, they all heard the noise outside. But because he was not summoned by the emperor, he didn't dare to listen at will.

Wei Chi Jingde nodded: "I heard the movement, but I don't know why?" ”

Chen Zhijie didn't speak, just looked at Wei Chi Jingde's face and didn't say a word. Wei Chi Jingde, who was watching, was a little puzzled and a little embarrassed, and touched his black and red cheeks.

Seeing that Wei Chi Jingde's face was not dodging or flustered, Chen Zhijie put down the wine jug in his hand: "Last night, there was a lot of noise in the East Courtyard. He didn't tell me what the hell was going on, and I didn't ask him. But when he was drinking with me, he said, "

Chen Zhijie's voice stopped abruptly at this point, and he looked up at Wei Chi Jingde, who was looking at him with a strained face, and said: "Mao Gong said that some of his subordinates saw your Erlang leaving in a hurry from the East Courtyard to hide his identity at the beginning of the child. ”

Wei Chi Jingde's eyes narrowed, and he quickly opened and looked at Chen Zhijie: "How could he be in the East Courtyard?" ”

Hearing Wei Chi Jingde's question and the hesitation and anger on his face, Chen Zhijie's heart finally let go. He grabbed the slices of meat on the plate on the table and stuffed them into his mouth: "I still want to ask you." That's your own son, how could he go to the East Courtyard in the middle of the night. ”

"You ask me, how do I know?" Yu Chi Jingde made an upright body, his fists clenched on his thighs, and his green tendons were exposed.

Chen Zhijie took another piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and looked at Yu Chi Jingde with a slanted eye.

"Although he was born by Lao Tzu, but his two legs are not on Lao Tzu, how can Lao Tzu know where he is?" Wei Chi Jingde looked at Chen Zhijie's gloomy appearance, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became: "What do you have to say, Lao Tzu listens to you in a hurry!" "I didn't get to the point for a long time.