Seeing that the heavy rain was coming, Long Zhu and the two did not dare to delay, entered Los Angeles, and parted to say goodbye.

Long Shaoyang rode his horse back to Xiao Mansion at the moment, and handed the rope bridle to the family at hand, when he heard a heavy thunder in the distance, booming, and resounding. Raised his feet and entered the house, but found that it was quiet and no one was silent.

Without the consent of Xiao Di, the owner of Xiao Mansion, Ding Mai is not allowed to enter and leave the Zhu House without authorization, and stay for several months, this rule Long Shaoyang naturally already knew. At that moment, he was not surprised, through the corridor and courtyard, straight to the main hall, and saw that the door was closed and the window paper was yellow.

When I got closer, I pushed open the door, and saw that the candles in the room were burning, the light was abnormal, and there were a few small dishes on the table in the middle, a pot of wine, and one person was sitting sideways - it was Cheng Bo, an old servant of the Xiao Mansion.

Seeing Long Shaoyang coming in, Cheng Bo picked up the wine jug, poured the wine, and said with a smile: "Young Master Long, you want rain in the evening, can you drink a glass?"

Long Shaoyang said with a smile: "Listen to the rain on the lamp, how fast it is for the two of them to drink! I've been staying in the house for a few months, and tonight is the first time—I'm already drumming with hunger! He sat down with a grin.

Cheng Bo frowned, and said: "It's a shame that the son can still laugh, this glass of water and wine is specially designed for the son to suppress the shock-the matter of today's Guiyun Pavilion, the old slave has already heard about it!"

Long Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, then looked calm, and said with a smile: "I really responded to that sentence, 'Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles'." After saying that, he said "please", raised his glass and drank, and said, "I can't imagine that your old information is so well-informed?"

Cheng Bo also drank the wine in front of the table, and said leisurely: "Not long after the son's front foot arrived at Guiyun Pavilion, the old slave arrived on the back foot, but the old slave has been in the lobby downstairs. ”

Long Shaoyang was taken aback, staring at Cheng Bo in dismay, but saw him frowning with a low head and a deep wrinkle on his face. Xin said: "Wei Guifei and herself were drinking on the second floor of Guiyun Pavilion, how did Cheng Bo get the information and come so quickly? Could it be that he got the information from Brother Xiao Di, and if so, where did Brother Xiao's message come from? Later, he and Zhu Xibing went downstairs and left the store, and they didn't pay attention to the diners downstairs, I don't know if Cheng Bo was still there at that time. ”

Then he thought: "If Uncle Cheng wants to tell, naturally there is no need to ask; if Uncle Cheng doesn't want to tell, I take the initiative to ask, but it seems abrupt." The plan in his heart was set, so he said: "I am worried about Cheng Bo." As he spoke, he detailed how he received an invitation from a servant, how he fell into the trap of Wei Guifei, and how he was rescued by Zhu Xibing, but deliberately omitted the section on talking alone with Zhu Xibing.

Cheng Bo has been listening intently, a pair of old eyes are blazing, shining in the light, waiting for Long Shaoyang to finish speaking, he groaned for a while, sighed, and said: "The heart of the machine, hidden in the chest, pure white and pure, incomplete morality, people's hearts are like this, it is really terrifying!"

Long Shaoyang smiled and said, "Concubine Wei is so scheming, but I didn't expect it, after this catastrophe, I have to be more careful when acting in Los Angeles in the future." Lift the flask and fill the two glasses.

Cheng Bo nodded and said, "Childe, you are now on an errand in the East Palace, and you are in the limelight, and it is inevitable that many people will calculate against you." Although the son is both civil and military, he is still young after all, and he does not know that the people in the temples and rivers are sinister. This time he did not fall into the traitor's technique, although it was a fluke, it was also a wake-up call for the son. ”

At this moment, a "rumbling" thunder came, and as soon as the sound stopped, I heard the doors and windows "crackle", and the storm came quickly, and the heaven and earth were already ringing.

Cheng Bo continued: "As the saying goes, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings. Just like tonight, before the heavy rain came, the small courtyard was full of strong winds, the branches swayed, and the leaves flew. This is actually telling people that the heavy rain is coming, those who should take shelter from the rain should take shelter from the rain, and those who should pack up their things should pack their things. A leaf falls and autumn is known, which is also said to be the truth. But the human heart is not like this, seeing nothing, touching it invisible, and suddenly, it can hurt people and kill people, making people unguardable, not to mention those who have honey-bellied swords......"

He raised his wine glass, took a sip, hung the wine glass in the air, did not put it down, and continued: "Childe, the eldest husband stands between heaven and earth, so he naturally wants to live an open-minded and upright life, but he has to guard against all kinds of darkness and filth. I invited you to have a drink tonight, not on the orders of the eldest young master, but on the old slave's own initiative - just to remind the son that Los Angeles is no better than other places, even if it is 10,000 careful, it is not too much!"

Long Shaoyang looked and listened in a daze, the old servant in front of him didn't talk much on weekdays, and when he had nothing to do, he liked to squat on the root of the pillar alone to bask in the sun and smoke dry cigarettes, but he didn't expect to be very happy tonight, and he said so many words in his heart at once, he couldn't help but feel hot in his chest, so moved.

I only heard Cheng Bo say again: "Son, old slave...... The old slave is enjoying himself tonight, and there is one more sentence, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

Long Shaoyang saw that he hesitated, and his speech was a little slurred, so he smiled and said: "Uncle Cheng, since the day I lived in the Zhu House, I have to take care of my diet and daily life. In this Los Angeles, the people who treat me sincerely, except for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Brother Xiao Di, are you-you can just say what you have to say. ”

Cheng Bo was speechless, stood up and paced to the window, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, for a long time, sighed, turned around, and said: "Childe, it stands to reason that you and I are not relatives, these words should not have been said by me, but the old slave and the son have been getting along for a long time, and they treat you like a child in their hearts...... Hey, as the saying goes, heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, Miss Zhujia is naturally beautiful and beautiful, and she rescued you in Guiyun Pavilion today, it is indeed a good match, but her father ...... The son of public affairs and private affairs must be clearly distinguished, and in the future, in the critical places of the joints, he must be able to control it. ”

Long Shaoyang listened, and the hand holding the wine glass continued to tighten, only to feel that the whole person seemed to have fallen into a bottomless ice cellar, cold all around, soaked in bone marrow, and his body kept sinking, but he could not reach the end. Cheng Bo's words came too suddenly, and he was a little panicked - perhaps it was the deepest worry in his heart.

"Since ancient times, there have been many disasters and many heroes, trapped in beauty, and finally ended up ruined and ruined, and regretted for life, which can be described as an endless book in history. Lessons from the past, the son must not ignore it, and must not repeat the mistakes of the past. Cheng Bo said and walked over and sat down next to the table.

At this time, his wine was surging, his dark and wrinkled skin was glowing red in the faint yellow candlelight, seeing Long Shaoyang sitting silent, his face was complicated and uncertain, as if his heart was moved, and continued, "The old slave is a person who has come over, and he has also been young, so he can naturally understand a thing, and he can't help himself, and he can't extricate himself. However, the old slave knew that the son had a pure heart, and he would never be confused by external objects, let alone forget his original intention. ”

Long Shaoyang listened to Cheng Bo's words, and knew that although he was a kind word, his heart was mixed, and he agreed, distressed, and sad, and was stunned for a moment, and said with some bitterness: "Cheng Bo's good words, out of sincerity, the younger generation should keep it in mind." He picked up a glass of wine, tilted his neck and drank it, hiding the bitterness on his face.

The two sat opposite each other, ate food for a while, and were speechless for a while, only listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the house.

After a long time, Cheng Bo smiled and said: "Childe, you listen to the sound of the wind and rain outside this house, remember that when the old slave was as old as Childe, his head was full of the sound of wind and rain, and the sound was in his ears, family affairs and state affairs, everything was concerned, and he was bent on showing his talents. Later, as I grew older, I suddenly felt that the wind was always blown away by the rain and wind, and now I am dying, and I feel that it is a great joy in life to be able to bask in the sun and smoke dry tobacco every day...... Childe, isn't it strange that you say this person? I don't know if you understand, what is the mystery of this?"

Long Shaoyang groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "The depth of people's gains is due to the depth of experience, just like peeking at the moon in the gap of a teenager, looking at the moon in the court of middle age, and playing with the moon on the stage of the elderly." ”

Cheng Bo's eyes flashed, and he said happily: "Gongzi is a smart person in the end, he is quick-witted, and when he spits out his embroidery, he is a poem." When the old slave was young, he used to like a chivalrous poem very much, and often chanted it alone, and remembered that it was written like this. Saying that, Man Sheng groaned: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles—"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, frowned deeply, and after a while, he smiled to himself, and sighed: "The old slave is really old, when he was young, he was ripe and ripe, and he recited it like a stream, but now he can't remember the following, old man, it is really useless! The son is a civil and military all-rounder, I don't know if you can remember, what is the next sentence of this poem?"

Long Shaoyang's heart tightened, and he said slowly: "After the matter, go to the clothes, hide your body and name." ”

"Yes, that's it. The old slave loved this sentence the most, this is also the wisdom of this chivalrous man, indifferent to fame and fortune, successful and retired, coming like flowing water and going like the wind, this realm is really desirable!" Cheng Bo praised with his palm, raised his glass, and said with a smile, "Come, son, let's have a drink for this chivalrous guest!"

Long Shaoyang only felt that the heat in his body was churning up and down, and a thousand words came to his mouth, but he seemed to be speechless, so he raised his wine glass with a smile and drank silently.

Cheng Bo put down the wine glass, fell on the table and coughed violently, his bent back shaking up and down.

Long Shaoyang was about to get up and soothe his back, but Cheng Bo had already raised his head, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "The old slave's kung fu in wine is far worse than that in dry tobacco - it makes the son laugh." The hour is not early, the son should rest, and the old slave will go back. He stood up, took out a long cigarette pot from his waist, filled it with tobacco leaves, lit the candle on the table, took a puff, and turned away.

Long Shaoyang hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Uncle Cheng go slowly, the juniors will receive the teachings tonight." ”

Cheng Bo didn't look back, pushed open the door, the smoke ring was still spinning on his head, and said leisurely: "Childe is a smart person, lying in bed at night and pondering, he understands everything." ”

He stood there, looked up at the night sky where the rain was dwindling, and said, "This rain comes and goes as fast as it goes—tomorrow must be a fine sunny day." ”

After that, he walked along the corridor and slowly went.