sweetheart.
Although Gu Yuanbai didn't speak, the corners of his eyes showed a happy mood. The monarch of Daheng liked the love words that Xue Yuan said, Xue Yuan was encouraged, and more whispers continued in Gu Yuanbai's ears.
With fiery and beautiful affection, while telling his love, he kept leaning over.
San Yuyan outside the door saw that the Sage had not made a sound for a long time, and could not help but wonder again: "Sacred?"
"Wait outside," Gu Yuanbai frowned, "No one is allowed to come without my order."
Chang Yuyan saluted subconsciously: "Yes."
Immediately he got up and walked away. I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that there was a bit of impatience in the tone of the saint. He was so frightened when he heard it that he didn't dare to say another word.
The people outside the room left, and Xue Yuan couldn't help but kissed Gu Yuanbai's eyelids several times, how happy he was, and muttered, "Sage is so overbearing."
Gu Yuanbai suppressed the raised corner of his mouth, "It's useless to please me, how did the wound on your face come from?"
"This?" Xue Yuan touched the wound on his face and said lightly, "The branch was scratched."
Xue Yuan came running around day and night, but stopped before seeing the saint. He went up the mountain, borrowed someone's house and slept well all night. After his face recovered, he woke up before dawn, shaved, took a bath, washed several times up and down, put on elegant robes, and thought about it. I want to tell Gu Yuanbai: Look, I came back calmly.
All the good news on the envelopes are not bad news, they just want Gu Yuanbai to see his good side and let Gu Yuanbai know that he is mature and reliable.
All the embarrassment and sloppy, do not want the sweetheart to know.
Gu Yuanbai naturally didn't believe it, he ripped open Xue Yuan's shirt directly. The deep white scar on his chest is obviously not the old scar from three years ago, but a new wound that has broken repeatedly over the years.
Xue Yuan held his chest open and didn't pay attention to himself. He hurriedly lowered his hands on Gu Yuanbai's body, "Sir, let me take another look at my baby."
His hands were too fast, and he couldn't move his eyes after seeing it, "It's still the way I like it."
Xue Yuan fondly touched his baby, then hugged Gu Yuanbai and kissed him uncontrollably. Gu Yuanbai's clothes and hair had just been straightened by him, but now they are messed up again. The fine beads of sweat ran from the scalp to the tip of the nose. The lips and teeth were missed, and when the tongue was intertwined, it was missed. Gu Yuanbai held his face and responded enthusiastically, biting Xue Yuan's lips and competing with him.
The impetuousness turned into emotion, and the three years of missing were all known to the other party at this moment. Gu Yuanbai's fingers touched the word "white" formed by the scar, and Xue Yuan couldn't resist it.
"Holy," Tian Fusheng's voice trembled outside, "Luan Jia is still waiting at the foot of the mountain."
Gu Yuanbai abruptly left Xue Yuan's lips, and Xue Yuan's hand had already drilled into his shirt. His sweat dripped down, and Xue Yuan was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Gu Yuanbai touched the sweat on the top of his head and said hoarsely, "I'll take care of you tonight."
After speaking, he stepped back, picked up the cold pot beside the bed, and sipped herbal tea at the mouth of the pot.
When Xue Yuan took a sniff, the smell of Gu Yuanbai was on his lips. He smiled while wrapped in this smell, and stepped forward to grab the cold water from the corner of Sheng Shang's lips.
When he came out, Tian Fusheng said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, all the adults are waiting outside."
Gu Yuanbai nodded casually, took two steps forward, suddenly stopped and turned his head, stared at Xue Yuan and said, "Follow me."
"Yes," Xue Yuan muttered to himself, "I will never leave you a step again."
The bamboo house that Xue Yuan borrowed was exactly the purpose of the group. Outside, Chu Wei had finished talking with the Confucian scholar, and when he saw the sage come forward, he smiled and said, "Sir, the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" you wanted earlier..."
The words stopped abruptly when they saw Xue Yuan, and after a while, they continued: "The remaining fragments, the authentic works should be with Mr.
Da Ru, whose surname is Xin, is dressed in coarse cloth, with straw sandals on the soles of his feet and a circle of mud. He looked at the crowd with a smile, and he seemed neither humble nor arrogant, but when he saw Gu Yuanbai, he was very excited, and he opened his mouth with a lot of praise.
When he found out that Gu Yuanbai was interested in "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he became even more excited, and took the initiative to dedicate this half-volume painting to the Holy Spirit, so that the upper and lower volumes could be combined into one.
Most of the hermits were arrogant. After the punctuation marks came out, these great Confucians had a more complicated sense of Gu Yuanbai. There were words of praise and slander. They didn't want to scold Gu Yuanbai. the emperor.
These old-fashioned old-fashioned people would rather their descendants never enter the court and become officials again than touch punctuation marks. With such an attitude, they firmly expressed their hostility to punctuation marks. But it doesn't matter, Gu Yuanbai doesn't care about them, he won't hold these great Confucian hermits in the palm of his hand, it's your own loss that you don't want to become an official, it's none of my business
Gu Yuanbai didn't care about these unpleasant voices at all. His ignoring attitude made those old-fashioned old-fashioned people with high spirits almost vomit blood. I don't know how many people have been lying in bed trembling and scolding sadly. : "Wow! Heaven wants to destroy my Daheng! Heaven wants to destroy my saint's way!"
Gu Yuanbai smiled at this, and asked the "Daheng Guobao" to no longer include articles that did not use punctuation marks.
When the punctuation marks first appeared, the relationship between Gu Yuanbai and some great scholars was very tense. But in the past five years, with the popularization of punctuation marks and the use of civil examinations in the two dynasties, students have become accustomed to such symbols. The poor people can even transcribe the punctuation-marked articles in the official government, which saves them a lot of effort and allows them to spend more time studying knowledge. All things used by human beings are always evolving from the complex to the simple. After they are really implemented, they realize their role and future influence, and most of the great Confucians have turned their backs on Gu Yuanbai.
Gu Yuanbai has never lacked popularity from celebrities over the years. He smiled calmly and followed Xin Daru to see the painting.
After reading the second half of the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he suddenly remembered that Chu Wei was tricked into buying a fake, and joked: "Chu Qing, do you feel bad after seeing this painting?"
Chu Wei sighed, "I once visited my husband during my study tour, and my husband took me to see Tibetan paintings. If I had been more careful at that time and knew that the original works belonged to my husband, I would not have to be deceived by this. already."
When Xin Daru knew the reason, he couldn't help but say in surprise, "You actually have a day when you were deceived by other people's calligraphy and painting?"
Chu Wei was noncommittal, "It's just to make the sage laugh."
"What's this?" Gu Yuanbai smiled, "Whether it's a genuine work or a fake, it's an excellent work."
Chu Wei looked at the way the sage was comforting him, lowered his eyes, and while spurning his sinister intentions, he faintly rejoiced: "The sage is right."
After leaving the bamboo house, when going down the mountain, Xue Yuan squatted in front of Gu Yuanbai, Gu Yuanbai laughed, he leaned forward, Xue Yuan whispered: "Master Bai, sit still!"
He firmly held Gu Yuanbai's legs, stood up and walked down the gentle mountain road steadily.
The officials behind him walked slowly, talking to each other about the few masterpieces they had just seen, and never felt that anything was wrong.
"And Zhanfengduo didn't take it down." Gu Yuanbai reminded.
"Okay, go get Zhanfeng Duo," Xue Yuan shook him up, the wind was calm, and there were faint bells hidden in the wind, waiting for them to pick them up, "I didn't notice when the saint went to the future, Looking at it now, it's really a beautiful place."
Gu Yuanbai said: "The mountains and rivers of Zhejiang and Zhejiang will not be less."
Xue Yuan smiled, and said a few words in the next moment he wanted to hear, "I haven't seen it before, so I have to ask the sage to take me with me to take a look."
The corners of Gu Yuanbai's mouth twitched, "Yes."
Gu Yuanbai had a lot of things he wanted to ask. He asked him how the rest of the people were now, how did he transfer to Jiangnan, and how would he know where he was going. But the atmosphere at the moment was too peaceful, and the road down the mountain seemed to have no end. He suddenly didn't want to ask these words at this moment.
Xue Yuan carried him on his back and walked under the trees. Occasionally, there was a place where Zhan Fengduo could easily lift the Sage. Gu Yuanbai stretched out his hand and untied them one by one.
They seem to be separated from the people behind them in two worlds. Whether it is the person who is carrying the person or the person who is being carried behind them, they all smile, and the several Feng Duo held in their hands collide with each other, playing softly like jade.
The people behind looked at it and lowered their eyes silently.
Xue Yuan occasionally said a few words in the Sage's ear, and the Sage was amused. The scorching sun on the horizon softened its halo, and the wind blew again and again. The Sage was on Xue Yuan's back, as if he was sure that he would not be hurt. , he... seems to trust Xue Yuan very much.
No one else can compare.
Wherever Gu Yuanbai pointed, Xue Yuan rushed. They had a good time, but Gu Yuanbai's unreliable pointing, successfully led the person to another mountain road, a stream deep to the waist blocked the way, and there was a thin single-plank bridge on the stream. It doesn't look very safe. Tian Fu gasped and persuaded by the side: "Sage, Sage, let's go back!"
"Mr. Tian, it's not worth taking a detour," Xue Yuan said. "If you cross the stream, you should be not far from the foot of the mountain."
Tian Fusheng wondered: "Master Xue, it's not that there are too many trivial matters, but this single-plank bridge is really dangerous to look at."
"Do you want to take a detour or cross the river?" Xue Yuan asked with a sideways face.
Gu Yuanbai said in a lazy tone, "Cross the river."
Xue Yuan showed such a smile as he expected, and he lifted his robe and stuffed it into his arms. He patted Gu Yuanbai's leg, "Clamp, don't fall into the water."
Gu Yuanbai tightened his legs subconsciously, and the next moment Xue Yuan jumped into the water with the exclamation of the palace attendant. He was tall, and the stream water was not even at his waist. As soon as the water splashed, he flew past quickly, and the two of them reached the other side in an instant.
Tian Fusheng said with a bitter face: "Sir, what about the little ones?"
"Either take a detour or cross the river," the saint said strangely, "what else can we do?"
The guards crossed the single-plank bridge like an enclave, following behind the saint. Tian Fusheng sighed, turned his head and led the adults who could not walk on the single-plank bridge back to the original road.
He took one last look before he left, and the saint smiled happily and looked very happy. Tian Fusheng turned his head to suppress his smile, and said politely, "Let's go, and invite all the adults to come along with the children."
*
On the way to Liangzhe, Xue Yuan finally explained the reason clearly.
When they returned to Xizhou, their remaining goods had been looted. Xue Yuan rushed back to Beijing, and happened to meet the officials sent by the Privy Council to take over in Henan. Seeing his eagerness, Jiang Jin asked the leading officials, and only then did he know that the sage had gone south.
Xue Yuan was silent, but that night, he rode a horse to Jiangnan with three days of food alone, and was informed of the saint's trace by the officials of the Supervision Department all the way on the way to the station.
He lived in the Great Confucian family, originally just wanted to find a place nearby to tidy up and then go to face the holy. Who would have thought that the Sage's Luan came from ten miles away, Xue Yuan moved in his heart and took out the Zhanfeng Duo he carved as a way to welcome the Sage up the mountain.
Gu Yuanbai scolded him for a bloody head, Xue Yuan listened, and after scolding, Gu Yuanbai took his hand again, "I haven't seen you for three years, I guess you will be anxious."
Xue Yuan shook his head and curled his lips against the wall of the carriage, "Sir, it's not three years, it's three years, six months and three days."
Gu Yuanbai was suddenly silent.
Xue Yuan hooked his fingers, went up to kiss his ear, and closed the carriage window, "My lord."
Clothes were stacked, and his long hair was entwined. Xue Yuan held Gu Yuanbai's hand on his chest, his heart pounding. One sound was one day. Gu Yuanbai quietly and attentively felt his heart beating in his hands, and it took three years, six months and three days to beat.
From the day we parted to today, it was filled up in a flash.