"Wine, wine, wine, drunk and dreaming all day long, do you want to let everyone in the court and the opposition know how unsatisfactory and unhappy your life is as a concubine?" Zhao Xuan, the princess of Lin'an, sat in the hall, took the tea brought by the maid, took a sip, wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and raised her eyes coldly to Xiao Zhengyu, who had just returned to the house and was about to step into the threshold with a wine jug, raised her eyes coldly and asked sharply.

"The three armies can take the commander, but the horseman cannot take the wine." Xiao Zhengyu was not in a hurry and replied lightly.

"What, Piff? I, the dignified master of Lin'an Wangfu, actually laughed at myself for being a puffer!" Zhao Xuan brewed a good mood, his expression suddenly filled with anger, and he replied: "If you think that the two words of Piff are worthy of the reputation of your Xiao family's 'three generations of five scholars, seven branches and eight scholars', if you are so willing to fall, no one will be able to save you!"

Xiao Zhengyu looked at his wife who was accustomed to being aggressive in front of him, and there was a trace of pity, and he said calmly: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations. ”

"Joke, you were born in a famous family in Luoyang Yuzhong, and the people you befriend should be poetry and hairpins, you shouldn't be disdainful of being in the company of the market, but you compare the puppet with the scholar, you are really drunk and unconscious, and you have forgotten your ancestors!" Zhao Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he continued to count the falls.

"Wine, make daily life more comfortable and comfortable, less depressing, let time pass, is this answer satisfactory?" Xiao Zhengyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, his eyes lit up, and he asked rhetorically. With that, he drew away and prepared to go into the study, and at the same time expressed his weariness with the subject, and dropped the sentence, "Drink my wine, and let others talk about it." “

Zhao Xuan originally wanted to wait for her husband to come back and have a good talk, as long as they gave each other a step, both parties would not be embarrassed, but Xiao Zhengyu, who was usually gentle and submissive, did not give her this opportunity, she was stubborn and competitive, and naturally she did not dare to be lonely, and said in a deep voice: "Don't pretend with me that you live freely, your family business is not kept, you don't seek a career, you linger in the wine pond and meat forest all day long, and you don't want to forge ahead, do you think what you have lost is the face of the Zhao family of my Lin'an Palace, or the reputation of the Xiao family of your Wang clan in Yuzhong?"

"The golden white wall buys songs and laughs, and the moon is light and princely when drunk. Fame and fortune are all floating clouds for me, and the so-called family reputation will naturally be put down. The corners of Xiao Zhengyu's lips were slightly hooked, he sighed, and said calmly.

"It's really rotten wood that can't be carved!" Zhao Xuan was originally a woman with a strong temperament, she looked at Xiao Zhengyu who was absent-minded in front of her with a stunned expression, a trace of contempt was revealed between her willow eyebrows, and she left a summary, not wanting to argue about anything, time is not to make people forget heartache, but to make people accustomed to heartache.

The man in front of him has become stranger and more familiar.

What is strange is that Xiao Zhengyu was a teenager when he was a teenager, "there will be a time when the wind and waves will be longing, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea", which has been washed away by the years, this once full of infinite longing for the career of the list, eager to make a meritorious achievement, for the country and the people, now only know that all day long with wine, talk about the ups and downs of the world, without a trace of fighting spirit, but even happy, enjoy it, visit the strange mountains and rivers, scenic spots. She didn't know if Xiao Zhengyu still had that woman in mind, but she knew that he had given up his seemingly promising career.

is familiar with Xiao Zhengyu's groggy and ignorant appearance, and he has been around for many years. In the early years, Zhao Xuan asked him to strive for progress, chase fame and fortune, and display his ambitions, not only to inherit the traditional family style of "three generations of five scholars, seven departments and eight scholars", but also to take advantage of his Zhao royal bloodline, climb the dragon and attach the phoenix, and make further progress in politics, and strive to be in the left and right phases, making up for her regrets and grievances as a royal daughter who cannot participate in politics. The tough, resolute, and stubborn princess fails to turn her husband into what she thinks she wants to be, but she pushes him farther and farther away into what she hates, until she is exhausted. She had only spent twenty years weaving her dreams.

What's more, on the road of love, two people are good, but three people are too much.

For Xiao Zhengyu, perhaps when he reaches a certain age, he begins to learn that no one wants to please, there is no need to cater to anything, and he can live as comfortable as he feels. The ideals of life in the past of court debates and battlefield battles, including the worldly aspirations of the ups and downs of the staff, have died of more sorrow than heart. The display of "talent" and "love" Officialdom is a game field, whether it is a prince or a general, or an ordinary official, if you don't advance, you will retreat, slow is also retreat, when you sing the protagonist, the initiative is yours, but the initiative cannot always be yours, there is always a curtain call in the game competition, either you die or I die, just sooner or later, become the outcast of this chess game in the world, it is better to put all your desires away before the curtain call, forget all wins and losses, leave an inch of paradise, cut slowly, and live a good life without a chance to start over。

This is Xiao Zhengyu's attitude to life, regardless of secular words or the eyes of others. Maybe the mask has been worn for too long, and it can't be taken off, unless it hurts the muscles and bones and peels the skin, the flesh and blood will inevitably be blurred, so I simply get used to the look I used to hate the most, and be willing to turn the mask into my own face and let it be.

It turns out that when there is friction between husband and wife, it is better to look at each other and get used to silence than to talk and argue endlessly. In this way, even if they are upset with each other, at least their ears will not be noisy and their voices will not be loud.