Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that Du Lingchun's banquet would definitely be full of guests, but in fact, the other party seemed to have only invited him.
There are gauze curtains hanging around the Huxin Pavilion, and from a distance, it looks a little hazy inside. A full moon is reflected in the water, the shadows are sparsely slanted, and the fragrance is floating. Du Lingchun was sitting inside.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu murmured to himself, he walked over to give a salute, then knelt down opposite Du Lingchun, looked around, and found that there were only the two of them besides the maid guards: "Didn't the company invite anyone else? ?"
"Who else are you referring to?" Du Lingchun actually poured him a glass of wine himself, and asked with a half-smile, "Is it Su Daofu?"
In Du Lingchun's opinion, Gongsun Zhuoyu was the only one in the entire Jiangzhou city that was worth his efforts to win over, and others were not worth seeing.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took the wine glass and heard his dislike of Su Daofu in his words, so he didn't mention it again, but just smiled: "Thank you company."
That man's clothes were always vermilion purple, but today he was rarely wearing a white shirt, and his long black hair was tied up with a hosta. Below that inconspicuous Adam's apple, a little cinnabar mole is quite striking.
Du Lingchun is not a kind person, whether it is in the court or in the public, it is passed down like this.
Therefore, Gongsun Zhuoyu became more and more curious about why he helped him in his last life, was it because he was a relative? He wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only slap on the side and talk nonsense: "Xiaguan felt kind in his heart when he saw the adults, and vaguely remembered that there was a distant relative who was also surnamed Du, so I can't say that they were relatives a hundred years ago."
Du Lingchun drank a glass of wine and looked up at him: "Who told you that our company's surname is Du?"
Most of the servants who came to serve in the palace were poor, and even had no parents. They were wild children who grew up in beggars' dens. The Du sisters and brothers were often criticized by the courtiers because of their humble background.
Du Lingchun shook the wine glass, and the finely crafted embossed brilliance circulated on it: "My sister chose this surname."
elder sister? That was the imperial concubine Du Qiuwan.
When they entered the palace at the beginning of their childhood, they didn't even have a surname. When the eunuch in charge asked them, Du Qiuwan casually chose the word "Du" as their surname. Naturally, it is impossible for Gongsun Zhuoyu to be relatives.
After Du Lingchun said, as if remembering something from the old year, he shook his sleeves and robes: "Things are different, and Jiangzhou is not what it used to be."
Gongsun Zhuoyu heard some overtones: "Has the company ever been here before?"
Being alone in the middle of the night is always easy to let people off their guard. Du Lingchun propped his chin, and hummed indifferently: "I came here once in the past twenty years."
But at that time he was not as good as he is now. At that time, during the war and famine, he and Du Qiuwan were just two little beggars who were hungry.
Although it has been many years and many years ago, the hunger is like a gangrene, firmly entrenched in my heart. What's more, the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month made people feel cold all over the body. In the white snow, there were not only stones but also corpses.
Du Lingchun and Du Qiuwan were dressed in rags, the snow was blowing, and their clothes were scanty. They were young and frail and could not compete with other beggars for food, so they could only starve. Fortunately, there was a lady with a kind heart who served porridge at the door of the house to help the poor people.
"Brother, eat quickly!"
Du Qiuwan brought a bowl of hot porridge and fed it to Du Lingchun. In the cold and windy day, he didn't know what to taste, but he felt it was hot, and it burned into his stomach. The two huddled in the corner, you sip, I sip, and quickly finish the bowl of porridge.
There was a family behind them, and the door suddenly opened with a creak, and a 30-year-old gentleman walked out from inside. He was holding a young son in his arms, wrapped tightly and cleanly, completely different from the dirty refugees outside.
The lady who made the porridge saw them and stepped forward and said, "Why did your husband come out? Your cold has not healed yet, come in quickly."
"It's okay," Master Ruya put the little boy in his arms on the ground and sighed while looking at the whiteness in front of him, "This year's snow is so heavy..."
The little boy ran out cheerfully. Although he was smart, he looked a little heartless: "It's really fun to snow."
Master Ruya picked him up again, and took two steps down the stone steps, surrounded by stinking beggars and homeless people, and there were even two and a half children huddled in the corner, with disheveled hair, sharing a bowl of gruel.
How lowly you want to be, how lowly you need to be, as low as the dust.
The elegant master bowed his head and said to the young master: "Zhaoyu, you must study hard in the future, be a good official, and don't let these people have no food, clothing, food and clothing, and no shelter from the wind and rain."
Although the young master is young, he is very mature. He nodded and said, "My child knows."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to see that the two little beggars were pitiful, so he got down from his father's arms and took two steamed buns and handed them to them. It was steaming hot, and it was inexplicably hot in his hands.
Du Lingchun was so hungry that he devoured it. The little boy stood not far away and looked at them before turning around and leaving after a while.
Occasionally, people came to thank them for porridge, knelt on the ground, and called the elegant master "Master Gongsun".
Jiangzhou is a good place, and the surname Gongsun is rare. It's a pity that the Lord Gongsun passed away early, and the young master also forgot what he said when he was a child, and the oath he took.
After all, it's all causal reincarnation...
Thoughts slowly converged, they were still in the Lake Heart Pavilion. The wind is blowing from the water hall, the gauze curtain is light, and the table is full of delicious food, which is not the old season of the heavy snow in Jiangzhou.
Du Lingchun suddenly recalled the past events, his mood was tumbling, and he drank too much alcohol unconsciously. He frowned, feeling that the poor days of the past were buried in the bottom of his heart like dark thorns, embarrassing and annoying, his chest heaved for a moment, and suddenly stared at Gongsun Zhuoyu and said, "... Maybe, we have really met before. ."
Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't remember anymore, he just looked at the jug lying on the table, he hesitated: "Company, you have drunk too much..."
Du Lingchun didn't know if he drank too much, his mind was dizzy, he couldn't say he was confused, but he couldn't say he was sober. He staggered to his feet, barely holding onto the railing. Next to this is the lake. Gongsun Zhuoyu was afraid that someone would fall, so he quickly grabbed his arm: "Company..."
Du Lingchun was already a little drunk, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his breath. He rolled his eyes, looked at Gongsun Zhuoyu slowly, and said in a low voice, "Gongsun Zhuoyu..."
The voice was still as feminine, but a little more hoarse than usual.
When Gongsun Zhuoyu met his gaze, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he was at a loss as to what to do, and the conditioned reflex retracted his hand. However, in the next second, Du Lingchun staggered into his arms because he lost his support.
Done!
Gongsun Zhuoyu could only support him, looked around, but found that the maids were waiting in the distance, with a long corridor in the middle. I wanted to shout, but I felt that I was just drunk, so there was no need to make a fuss.
Du Lingchun was a eunuch, slender and softer than ordinary men. There was a faint scent of agarwood on the front of the clothes. The fabric is cool and smooth with the characteristic silk.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was inexplicably embarrassed, as if he was not holding a man, but a girl, his voice stuttered: "Si... Company, why don't you let the servants wait for you to go back to your room to rest?"
Du Lingchun shook his head, frowning tightly, he didn't like being served by others. Thinking of going back to Beijing tomorrow, he grabbed Gongsun Zhuoyu's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Would you like to work for me?"
The olive branch was thrown so fast that no one could hear it.
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Huh?"
Du Lingchun's slender eyes narrowed and he was drunk, but he repeated it in a low voice: "Gongsun Zhuoyu, if you follow me, he will be in the cabinet one day and rise to the sky. It's just a matter of my words."
As soon as he said this, to Gongsun Zhuoyu, it was like a golden pie falling from the sky, smashing the person into a dizzy dizziness, and he didn't respond for a long time. And Du Lingchun couldn't hear the answer for a long time, so he thought he was still hesitating, his eyes darkened for a moment: "Do you, like them, dislike me as a eunuch?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu subconsciously said, "How could it be."
He never discriminates.
Du Lingchun was silent, staring into his eyes without moving, as if trying to distinguish whether he was telling the truth or a lie, but Gongsun Zhuoyu's face was calm, it didn't look like he was lying.
"Gongsun Zhuoyu," Du Lingchun said firmly in the endless night, "The crane is born in Jiugao, the phoenix lives in the phoenix tree, I can give you the power and wealth that everyone in this world can't reach, you are a smart People, choose good branches to live in."
There are auspicious beast incense burners in the four corners of the pavilion, and a cloud of smoke rises from the mouth of the beast, but it is blown away by the evening wind after a while. Ripples appeared on the calm lake, shattering the cold moonlight, sparkling brightly.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's answer was...
"I am willing to serve the company and serve the dog and horse."
Hearing this, Du Lingchun squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. He seemed quite satisfied with the answer. He wanted to say something, but his vision was blurred and he was top-heavy, and fell directly into Gongsun Zhuoyu's arms.
His warm and soft lips inadvertently brushed the side of the other's face, and finally landed on the neck again. The slightly wet itch was only a short-lived lingering, but it made the person froze directly, and the ears instantly burned red.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was really about to call her a maid this time, her tongue was tied like a knot: "Hurry up, hurry up... Come on someone!"
Immediately, a maid trotted into the pavilion: "What is your order, Lord Gongsun?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu supported Du Lingchun as if he was picking up a hot potato: "The company is drunk, you should take him back to the room to rest."
Hearing this, the maid subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to help, but she didn't reach Du Lingchun's sleeve, she didn't know what to think, and she quickly shrank back: "Sorry, forgive me, the company doesn't like me waiting close to you, if I do anything wrong. Rules, I'm afraid that my life will not be guaranteed."
If Du Lingchun is a sound man, there is no way that a maid would take risks and seduce him to climb the bed. But the current situation is that helping Du Lingchun not only has no benefit, but may also lose his head.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was dumbfounded: "Then what should we do?"
The maid bit her lip and shook her head in embarrassment.
Gongsun Zhuoyu coaxed her: "The company is drunk now, you find two people to help him back, he won't know."
Seeing that he was supporting Du Lingchun, the maid said hesitantly, "Why don't you bother your lord and send the company back to the room to rest?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "..."
The heat on Gongsun Zhuoyu's ears had just subsided a little, but it started to burn again after hearing the words. But facing the sight of the maid, he could only bite the bullet and carry Du Lingchun on his back: "Let's lead the way, girl."
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