Nanshan plugs the world, and the sun and moon are born on the stone. The peak night is left in the scene, and the deep valley is not clear during the day.

The people in the mountains are self-righteous, and the road is dangerous. The long wind drives the pines and cypresses, and the sound blows thousands of clear.

- Nameless

It is said that the weather on the mountainside of Namsan Mountain is different from the summit of the mountain.

Liu Yichen used to move a recliner at sunset, leaning on it comfortably, watching the sun set.

He took out the oil paper in his arms and opened it, took out a piece of peach crisp, and sighed, so happy.

A familiar ....... came to his ear

The weather is getting cooler, which is a good thing, there are no annoying mosquitoes, no hot and dry air.

The case of the disappearance of the young girl in Bianjing is over, and the one in the palace means not to act rashly, after all, there is no real evidence, and the Privy Council has existed since the founding of the country, and its power is huge, and its privy envoy enjoys the privilege of cutting first and then playing, if one is not careful, his life will not be saved.

The General's Mansion is not as calm as usual, and occasionally the maids walk by, but they are also in a hurry, and they are afraid that they will be punished by their aunts. Don't look at Zheng Heshan as a rough man who dances with knives and sticks, but in fact, he is not inferior to those literati.

Today is a major event in the General's Mansion, Zheng Heshan's wife's birthday, it is strange to say, although no one has seen the general's wife in the General's Mansion, but every eighth day of September, the old man in the mansion receives the order, the general will hold a big event, although no outsiders are invited, and everyone is busy with tiring work, but every night, there will be a housekeeper to give a reward, everyone shouts thank you to the general, and the housekeeper is to say, this is the meaning of Mrs.

Zheng Qiushui has also passed the jasper years, and he has never seen his biological mother for the past 17 years, and he has never heard his biological mother mention it on weekdays.

den

Zheng Heshan is lying on the desk, copying the words that are now prevalent one by one:

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

This was given by a man who begged him to do something, and somehow, he, who had never liked to receive gifts, made an exception, and his eyes never left the word. A name was muttered in his mouth, vague.

"Ahem, ahem. Looking at the bright red blood in his hands, Zheng Heshan sighed, although he knew that sooner or later there would be this day, but he always looked forward to this day coming later, and his left shoulder was also a faint pain, thinking that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he dared to ride into the enemy camp to cut the handsome flag, and now he thought about it recklessly, but if he didn't have the recklessness of the year, how could he meet that poet-like woman, and how could he have today's Zhenguo general.

"Daddy, Daddy. ”

Hearing Zheng Qiushui's voice, Zheng Heshan hurriedly woke up from his memories and put his hands behind his back, for fear of being seen.

Zheng Heshan showed the gentleness that only Zheng Qiushui can have, full of a loving father's appearance, "Xiang'er, today is your mother's birthday, why don't you come to this book to help?"

"Daddy," Zheng Qiushui shook Zheng Heshan's arm coquettishly, "Good Daddy, just tell me what kind of person my mother is, right?"

Zheng Heshan didn't answer, but asked, "Where did the bastard boy?"

Zheng Qiushui knew who this bastard boy was referring to in his father's mouth, "I asked Aunt Zhang to lead him to be a coolie." He smiled wickedly as he spoke.

Looking at the coquettish daughter beside him, Zheng Heshan pretended to be majestic and patted her on the head, "You, you are all married to a wife, and you are still messing around like this." Anyway, after so many years, you are also a wife, so it is time to talk to you. ”

"Your mother is a rare beauty. Zheng Heshan fell into the memory, and the corners of his mouth were curled with satisfaction that he had never felt before.

Listening to her father talk about the past that she didn't know, the father and daughter also laughed heartily from time to time.

Liu Yichen, who wanted to talk to Zheng Heshan about something, listened to it unconsciously, looking at the warm picture in front of him, how enviable.

On the contrary, Zheng Qiushui saw him first and said, "Xianggong." "Wake him up from his intoxication.

"Hmph. Zheng Heshan has never given Liu Yichen a good look, but he has been used to it these days, and he is a cold-hearted old man.

Liu Yichen said, "Father-in-law." ”

"You still remember my father-in-law, I thought that Lord Liu is now in full swing, and my general's temple is small, so I can't accommodate your big Buddha?"

"Daddy!"

Seeing Zheng Qiushui's face puffed up, like a little bun, Zheng Heshan was not too embarrassed Liu Yichen, "Okay, don't bend there, let's eat." ”

Zheng Heshan didn't like the restraints of literati, and he naturally spoke straightforwardly.

Looking at Zheng Qiushui, who had a slightly embarrassing atmosphere, she deliberately held Liu Yichen with one hand and Zheng Heshan with the other, after all, these are the two most important men in her life.

Although this birthday banquet was held in previous years, most of them just finished dinner and rested, but today they drank non-stop.

Zheng Qiushui was afraid that Zheng Heshan would get drunk, so he was busy and stopped, "Daddy, don't be greedy, later, you still have to go to the barracks." ”

"If you don't go today, Daddy wants to accompany you well, and accompany your mother well. Saying that, Zheng Heshan took another big sip, and didn't forget to say to Fang Xuan on the side, "You are drinking, why don't you give me face as a father-in-law?"

"No, no, no, how dare the son-in-law, it's just," Liu Yichen looked embarrassed, "It's just that I can't drink too much, otherwise I will accompany my father-in-law to have fun." ”

This is true, Liu Yichen really can't drink well, and he is not even as good as his sister, and he has been ridiculed more than once.

"A big man, how can he do it if he doesn't know how to drink?" So the sad Zhao was forcibly poured several sips of wine by Zheng Heshan, choking him and coughing.

Zheng Heshan scolded "waste" with a smile, one cup after another is not enjoyable, and he directly lifts the wine jar and pours it, like the sea bursting the embankment, like the rushing river.

For some reason, today's wine is very bitter.

In the fog, he seemed to see the poet-like woman again, wearing the Suzhou embroidered moire brocade yarn that he loved most on weekdays, walking towards him, and he muttered the name in his mouth, vaguely.

The night wind scattered a few circles of ripples, and the lights of thousands of homes warmed the autumn breeze, and the night passed quietly.

Postscript: According to the record of "Barbarian King Ce: Buchen Chapter", the powerful minister Liu Mou is good at drinking, but he can drink seven altars and half is not drunk, but he is afraid of the inside, and the name of this wine jar is also obscured.

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Author's Note: Tomorrow's welcome plus it's Black Wednesday, so you get the idea.