The surroundings of the Wet Foam Pavilion are quiet and dark, and the lake under the pavilion is calm and without waves, Lin Chonghan lowered his head, and could only see a few fish swimming in the water.

"If you really want to," she said bitterly, "I'll support you." It's just that you almost died five years ago, and you have to pay more attention when you go to the south. ”

Gu Qingzhang stood with his hands in his hands, smiling and not speaking.

At this point in the conversation, they have nothing to say. Gu Qingzhang said that there was a road that could lead to the shore and invited Lin Chonghan to go with him.

The two walked side by side, and no one spoke again, but Lin Chonghan didn't feel embarrassed, but enjoyed the quiet moment a little - until they reached the end of the road and heard a trembling "Big brother?" ”

Gu Zhao just came out to sober up, he looked at the two people in front of him, vaguely felt that something was not right, and asked, "Big brother, ...... are you?" ”

Lin Chonghan's face was embarrassed, she wanted to find a reason to prevaricate casually, but Gu Qingzhang calmly said "um", and then continued to speak in that calm tone-

"As you can see, I'm interested in the heavy cold."

Gu Zhaoru was struck by lightning, he looked at Lin Chonghan, but the other party avoided his gaze.

She acquiesced.

"Gu Qingzhang," Gu Zhao gritted his teeth and said word by word, "This is your brother-in-law." ”

Gu Qingzhang sneered.

He was half a head taller than Gu Zhao, Gu Qingzhang stepped forward and looked down at him, his pupils were emotionless and cold.

"So what? Anyway, you're already reconciled. ”

Gu Zhao was so angry that his teeth trembled, and the bruises on his forehead were rising.

He remembered everything from childhood to adulthood, his parents were always partial to the eldest brother, and he didn't have to attack the title, even in the five years when Gu Qingzhang's life and death were unknown, his father never thought of letting him continue to attack the knighthood.

Now, even his wife, Gu Qingzhang, has to rob him.

Gu Zhao was furious for a while, this flame was mixed with the jealousy that he had suppressed for a long time, making him rush up and punch hard, Gu Qingzhang was defenseless and was beaten by him to the side.

Lin Chonghan was stunned by this sudden change, her shocked eyes swept over the two brothers, and she didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Gu Qingzhang spat out a mouthful of blood, he turned his head, and the bottom of his right eye was faintly golden.

After Gu Zhao made a move, he regretted it in his heart.

But when the brave meets on a narrow road, his cowardice is too obvious, and Gu Qingzhang sees through it at a glance.

"Why don't you fight?" He asked coldly, "What, regret it?" ”

Gu Zhao was forced to take a half step back by the bloodshed and brutality in his eyes.

"Aren't you curious about who Chonghan's "Hairpin Phoenix" was written for?"

Gu Qingzhang unexpectedly didn't move, but said: "I'm afraid of people asking questions, so I pretend to be happy with tears." Five years ago, I was in the South with no certainty, and she wrote this poem to me. ”

His tone was firm, so that Gu Zhao couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Chonghan. Gu Qingzhang moved half a step lightly, blocking his sight, and his protection of Lin Chonghan was almost on the surface, so that Gu Zhao had to believe it.

He was pinned to the spot by this fact, unable to move, and could only let his brother pass by his former wife.

Gu Zhao wanted to say something, but he could only open his mouth in vain. After a long time, his soul returned to his body, and Gu Zhao realized what he was muttering.

He was saying, "Heavy cold, don't go." ”

But Lin Chonghan never looked back at him from beginning to end.

*

Experiencing this suddenly, Gu Qingzhang and Lin Chonghan were both a little silent, they tacitly changed from side by side to one after the other, and just turned a corner, but heard a slight cry in front of them.

The fifteenth moon is as full as a jade plate, and the clear light of the moon and the palace lamps around it are enough for them to see the road under their feet. It's just that this is a palace after all, and there will be no fewer people who have died in the past, and this resentful cry made Lin Chonghan subconsciously lean next to Gu Qingzhang.

Gu Qingzhang smiled, his internal strength was deep, and he could hear only one person crying in front of him. But for some ulterior reason, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

When the two approached, Lin Chonghan saw the figure in front of him clearly, and said in surprise: "Second brother? ”

Lin Shijing sat on the stone bench with an impatient face, pinching the teacup and drinking tea, and there was a whole pot of tea on the table next to him. There was a man squatting on the ground, burning paper in a copper basin, whimpering as he burned.

The voice just now should have been made by him.

Seeing Lin Chonghan, Lin Shijing put down the teacup, and just wanted to speak, his eyes swept over Gu Qingzhang behind her, and he still chose not to ask more: "Chonghan, this is the third prince." ”

The one who cried while burning paper was the third prince? Lin Chonghan was a little surprised, but he still saluted in a proper manner.

"The county lord doesn't have to be polite," the third prince, Lian Yunquan, stood up, and wiped his nose and tears with his sleeve in Lin Shijing's murderous sight, "Your brother and I are good friends. ”

He also saw Gu Qingzhang behind Lin Chonghan, so he also said hello.

"Ah, it's Ning Anhou, what a coincidence."

Lin Shijing pulled back his sleeve from his hand, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, now that we have finished worshipping your nannan, can we go back to the banquet?" ”

Lin Chonghan watched the third prince neatly and skillfully pour out the ashes in the basin, pursed his lips and felt a little pity, the name of the little girl sounded like a little girl, maybe it was his daughter who died young.

Lin Shijing looked at his sister's expression, and knew that she was afraid that she had some misunderstanding, so he helplessly explained: "Nan Nan is a pot of flowers raised by His Royal Highness, and it just died today." ”

Lin Chonghan: ?

The third prince, Lian Yunquan, quickly eliminated the traces of the scene, and he was very angry at the disdain in Lin Shijing's tone, and argued: "There is also a flower god in the flowers, and you are still a talent, I don't know." ”

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, and there is no one to pity the red incense."

Lin Shijing: "...... Your Highness, this is the twenty-seventh pot of flowers you have buried in the fifteenth day of this month. If you really pity the god of flowers, don't raise flowers in the future, okay? ”

Lian Yunquan was very annoyed by this, and rolled up his sleeves to prepare to repair Lin Shijing.

The two left noisily, looking at Lian Yunquan's back, Lin Chonghan was quickly stunned, she turned her head to look at Gu Qingzhang, and there was doubt in her eyes.

Gu Qingzhang bowed slightly: "The third prince was born with a foot disease and has always been lame. ”

Lin Chonghan suddenly realized, no wonder his brother, who has always been cautious, would be friendly with Lian Yunquan, because he didn't have that position at all.

When she returned to the banquet again, she unexpectedly found that the position next to the queen mother had been occupied by the flattering concubines and ladies.

Looking at the crowd vying for flattery, Lin Chonghan shook his head, and it happened that there was a seat at the head that had been vacant, so she simply sat down directly.

This Lantern Festival was tasteless, but fortunately, the palace dishes were very good, and the singing and dancing of the servants were also very outstanding, which made her feel very relieved.

After the banquet, on the carriage back, Lin Chonghan poured sobering tea for his drunk father and brother, and there were still some preserved fruits in the carriage drawer, she handed it to Lin Shijing: "Brother is not in good health, he shouldn't drink so much wine." ”

Lin Shijing lay crookedly, and he waved his hand: "Shangyuan Festival...... Drink something," he closed his eyes and counted the days, and said with some surprise, "Count the days, the autumn season has also arrived in Jiangnan, why haven't you replied?" ”