A lesson from the past, a teacher for the future. (Biqu Pavilion)

Cao Gongzi and Yuan Gongzi's courtyard, the empty and desolate scene of people going to the courtyard may be their tomorrow.

Suddenly, He Jing felt the Venus in front of him, the sky was spinning, his body shook, his eyes were dark, and he was almost planted on the ground. He reached out in time to hold the table, closed his eyes,

Before he could open his eyes, his body was hit by a strong body, his legs were weak, and he threw himself on the table, he lay on the table and gasped for a while, adjusting his emotions, and the Venus gathered in front of him gradually dissipated a little, and he barely opened his eyes.

Xiang Yang pointed to the east and west, and pointed imaginarily. One moment pointing directly at the table, the other pointing directly at the vase that the county lord had given him, he held the vase, crossed his eyes, dangled, and raised the vase.

He Jing's heart tightened for a while, and he stopped it loudly: "Son, no." ”

Xiang Yang played well, and simply ignored He Jing's stop, he raised the vase and threw it to the ground: "Hehe, it's fun, it's fun to throw hydrangeas." ”

I don't know what's going on, the drunken Xiangyang's brain flashed the scene of throwing hydrangeas, maybe this thing subconsciously stimulated him a lot, he didn't dare to show it in front of everyone, he was too deeply depressed, and took this opportunity to vent it together.

"It's over, Childe is done, it's useless to play, and I'm playing with the Peach Blossom Tribulation." This thought lingered in He Jing's mind for a moment, and he was quickly distracted by the situation in front of him. I saw the vase thrown into the air, and the mouth of the bottle fell down quickly: "The hydrangea flew!" The hydrangea is thrown out, and Childe catches it quickly. ”

He Jing's heart began to sink, he didn't have time to think about it, swept away the decadent situation just now, jumped up from the ground, his eyes were quick, he caught the vase from the air, and gently put it on the table: "Childe This is a vase, not a hydrangea, Childe's vase can't be smashed, the vase was rewarded to you by the county lord, you put it on the table, it is your proudest capital, how can you destroy the vase with your own hands?" This is disrespectful to the county lord, if someone with ulterior motives sees it and tells the county lord, the county lord will blame the childe. ”

"The county lord. Who is the county lord? You? Who are you? Xiang Yang's mind was confused again, he patted his head and couldn't remember who the county lord in He Jing's mouth was, who dared to buckle a big hat for him, he committed the crime of disrespect.

"Male... Childe, why did you even forget the county lord? "He Jing was dumbfounded, it doesn't matter if Gongzi forgets him, he is a minion, but how could Gongzi forget the county master? Childe is really drunk, so drunk that he doesn't recognize people.

"If you bring wine, you will be guilty of great disrespect. Believe it or not, I will punish you. Xiang Yang's face was red, his eyes were drunk, his eyes were squinting, and he pointed at He Jing's nose and scolded angrily.

Where does He Jing dare to take wine, the son may be distressed in his heart, many words cannot be spoken, he is depressed in his heart, and he borrows wine to drown his sorrows, and he is even more worried.

He was sober for a while, confused for a while, holding the empty wine jug and going crazy, and he didn't dare to step forward and snatch the empty wine jug from his hand, so he just held the empty wine jug and swayed around the room, full of nonsense, and had nothing to do to find his fault.

He Jing was secretly anxious: The things that don't have long eyes, and they don't send the sobering soup over, which makes the son melancholy, and he dares to rectify the subordinates in the courtyard tomorrow and teach them to learn to wait for a good son with long eyes.

Xiang Yang stalked his neck, and kicked over the tables and chairs that were in the way, and the room was like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and there were broken tables and chairs everywhere he passed.

He Jing was at a loss to follow Childe, accompanying Childe to go crazy, and when he walked through the window, a pair of murderous eyes shot at the subordinate who was still waiting outside the house to be called. Some of the men craned their necks and listened to the crackling of tables and chairs in the room.

As if sensing something, just at this time, a subordinate raised his head and bumped into a pair of bloody eyes, and he was startled. Hurriedly didn't wait for He Jing's instructions, turned around and ran towards the dining room.

As soon as he ran to the dining room, he saw the subordinate who had come to make the decanting soup before, and came out with the prepared decanting soup, and he immediately scolded: "The dog is grinding and scolding us, and we don't send the decanting soup, the son is making a lot of trouble, He Jing is so anxious that he is about to kill someone." ”

The hand holding the decanting soup trembled, the soup was sprinkled on the tray, his face turned pale, his lips trembled for a while, he muttered a few words, and he didn't know what to say, probably too frightened to speak. didn't explain anymore, and quickly ran away with a tray of smoke.

Coming to Childe's door, suddenly, all eyes were on him, and the decanting soup absorbed all the light sources and focused everyone's attention.

His hands shook even more, and he read the meaning of these gazes: sympathetic, disgruntled, gloating.

His heart was even more panicked, this bowl of soup carried everyone's emotions. Expect the decanting soup to seal a mouth of gibberish. Don't add a dose of catalyst to your fragile heart and make your irregular heart beat harder.

"What's the matter, the decanting soup is ready." He came to the door with a panicked expression with this bowl of sobering soup, his neck shrunk into his collar, and he called weakly.

With the sound of the door shaft turning, the door opened a crack, and a smell of wine rushed to his face, almost choking him with a wine burp, he pressed the sound insulation back in time, sealed the mouth that caused the trouble, and knew that the house was in chaos without looking, and the house was ruined.

At this moment, a pair of murderous eyes shot over, frightening his soul. His hands trembled uncontrollably, the bowl and lid made a slight touching sound, the upper and lower teeth fought, and he couldn't say a complete sentence: "What...... Soup...... Awake...... Soup ......"

He Jing couldn't wait to slap it over, transferring the grievances and fright he had just suffered to him, he held back the anger in his heart, and glared at him fiercely: "Hmph, settle accounts after the autumn." ”

A ray of sunlight outside the door shone in, casting on Childe's cloaked body, he sat on the ground, his back against the crooked table, one leg stretched long, one leg bent, holding a wine jug in his arms, one hand on the table leg, his heavy head turned outside with the bright light, the sun pierced his eyes from opening, he raised his hand to cover the sun, his eyes squinted outward: "Who, who is making trouble?" Who wants to harm me? ”

The lazy and confused voice quickly extinguished the anger that He Jing had just surged, He Jing controlled the rising anger, immediately took the sobering soup, covered the door, and blocked the dazzling sunlight outside the house, he turned around and put on a smile, and whispered to Gongzi: "Childe, the wine is here." ”

Suddenly, the sunlight disappeared in front of his eyes, bright for a while, dark for a while, his eyes had not recovered for a moment, quickly adapted to the changes in the contrast of the surrounding environment, and there was a ray of light in his mind that pierced his eyes and couldn't open them, this glimmer of light was mixed with the sword light and sword shadow, he gestured and continued to ask along the simple train of thought just now: "Who, who wanted to harm me just now?" ”

As soon as his hand was released, the wine jug rolled out of his arms and rolled to He Jing's feet, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked up the wine jug and put it under his armpit.

He Jing held the tray in one hand. Picked up a table with one hand, put the tray on the table, carried Childe on his back, blocked Childe's view, and poured the decanting soup into the wine jug, then he felt that his back was wet, and he was shocked to sweat at some point, and rolled up his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

turned around and pulled Childe up from the ground, and comforted Childe softly: "Childe, no one wants to harm you, what you saw just now was the sun." ”

"The sun, is it as round as a hydrangea?" The drunken son's deepest memory is the hydrangea, the hydrangea stimulates him too much, he tries his best to forget the hydrangea, but he can't forget it.

"Damn."

He Jing scolded secretly, pressed Gongzi to a chair and sat down, pointed to the wine jug and lured: "Gongzi drinks." ”

The word "drinking" thundered, opening up the remaining memories in his mind, Xiang Yang was overjoyed when he heard it, and suddenly jumped up from the chair, almost overturning He Jing, he hurriedly grabbed the corner of the table and slammed the table swaying.

Xiang Yang exerted too much force, lost his balance, his body that had just stood up was unstable, and his body slid under the table as soon as he was weak, He Jing quickly reached out and scooped Gongzi up from the ground, hugged Gongzi, pressed him on the chair and sat down, and leaned on his soft body.

Xiang Yang patted the chair, pointed at He Jing, and bared his tongue: "You also sit down, drink with me, and we will have a good drink together today." ”

He Jing's heart fluttered, Gongzi still has him in his heart, as the saying goes, the heart is drunk when drunk, Gongzi is very drunk, he still remembers himself at the critical moment, and his heart is full of gratitude to Gongzi.

He filled the decanting soup and raised his glass, whether Childe understood it or not, he said sincerely: "Childe, thank you for your trust, hand over a huge yard to me to take care of, and I will definitely live up to Childe's trust, and do my best to take care of the yard for Childe." ”

He Jing expressed his loyalty to him at this time, but he didn't understand, his brain was confused, his eyes were drunk, only the wine on the table, and his mouth was vague: "Brother, I'm not drunk, good wine, cheers." ”

He raised his cup and staggered to his feet, and the decanting soup was also spilled on the table, He Jing looked at Gongzi nervously, for fear that the decanting soup would be spilled.

Coaxed Childe to drink: "Childe, let's have a drink, I'll do it first as a respect." He raised his head and drank all the soup in the cup, and showed the bottom of the cup to Childe.

He Jing knew that what he was doing now was basically useless, and Gongzi was already drunk. However, he didn't dare to touch Childe's bottom line, and if Childe knew that he had taken his wine glass, he would turn his face.

Helpless, he could only coax Gongzi step by step, He Jing looked at Gongzi with blank eyes, and called in his mouth: "Childe, I've drunk it, now it's your turn to drink." ”

Xiang Yang's hand trembled, struggled, turned his head sideways and looked at He Jing, he didn't understand anything, he raised his glass and took a few sips: "Good wine." His tongue curled.

His head tilted, and he fell into his arms, snoring.

He Jing shook his head with a wry smile, dragged Xiang Yang to the bed half-dragged and half-hugged, and put him on the bed, and he fell headlong on the bed. Fall asleep.

He Jing brought a basin of hot water, cleaned it for his son, put it on the bed and slept well, covered it with a quilt, and stood by the bed and looked at his son blankly.

A bold plan was formed in the mind: to crack the Peach Blossom Tribulation

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