King Wei left the capital again. The weather had turned cold, and the first snow had fallen. It was not heavy. It fell for a while, and the branches were covered with a layer of pear blossom white.
The King of Wei was standing at the gate of the city with his horse, and the guard walked far in front. When he saw Yu Wenhao galloping towards him, he lowered his hat, breathed a sigh of relief, and puffed out white smoke from his mouth.
Yu Wenhao came to the city gate, got off his horse, took a jar of wine from his horse and handed it to him, "It's bitterly cold in Beijun, maybe the fine wine in the capital can dispel some of the cold."
King Wei smiled, his lips were chapped and bleeding, which made his smile look a little ferocious. He reached out to take it and tied it to the horse, "I can't keep such a small amount of wine in the Great Northern Country. I will have to drink it on the way."
Yu Wenhao looked at him, "When will you come back?"
"Aren't you angry with me anymore?" King Wei asked back.
"It's over." Yuwen Haoyun said lightly, "Brothers should not remember unpleasant things. Besides, you did me a big favor this time, and I should thank you."
"It was you who gave me a sigh of relief. You can handle this matter with anyone, not necessarily me. Lao Wu, let's wait two years and come back to drink with you and renew our brotherhood." King Wei said.
"A person is inevitably lonely, have you ever thought about finding someone else?" Yu Wenhao couldn't bear to see him like this. He shouldn't have mentioned this matter, but as a brother, he still hoped that he would have someone who knew him well.
Hot people.
"Not worthy!" Two words came out of the chapped lips, light and fluttering, but also heavy.
Yu Wenhao looked at him, inexplicably sad, "Is it really irreversible?"
King Wei smiled with a trace of bloodshot eyes, his eyes were as heavy as the lowering sky, "Even more unworthy!"
He turned around and mounted his horse, turned his back to Yu Wenhao, waved his hands, and felt the wind and frost filling his sleeves, "A person like me should die without a body, and his soul will never return to his hometown. Cherish the people around you and treat her better.
Use your best, otherwise you will regret it.”
The horse's hooves flew away in the dust, and a black shadow gradually disappeared on the official road, never to be seen again.
Yu Wenhao led the horse back slowly. Lao San's words made him feel a surge of pain in his chest, which he couldn't get rid of no matter what.
He did not go back to the Yamen, but went back to the mansion. He wanted to talk to Yuan Qingling, but Yuan Qingling went to the college and would not come back until evening.
He sat alone in the study for a while, feeling that sitting like this was boring, so he went to find some snacks to play with.
The dim sum people were in the south room, and Tang Yang taught them how to read. They sat upright and looked eager for knowledge. Tang Yang pointed to the words and asked one by one: "How to read?"
The dim sums answered fluently, and Tang Yang was very satisfied. He touched their heads and said appreciatively: "Guys are so smart."
Baozi chuckled, "Mr. Tang, we can also recite poems. Mom taught us to recite poems."
"Oh? What poem can you recite? Come and recite it and listen." Tang Yang became interested.
Baozi frowned and thought for a moment, "I don't remember the first part of Mo Mo Ji, but I only remember the last few sentences."
"How many more sentences can you remember? Hurry and memorize them!" Tang Yang said with a smile.
Baozi puffed up his chest and recited vigorously: "The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned after ten years to see the emperor. The emperor sat in the bright hall, carrying a male and a female rabbit, sharpening his knife against the pigs and sheep."
After hearing the first few sentences, Tang Yang suddenly felt admiration. Then he heard the last two sentences, which didn't feel right. "How can the emperor carry a male and female rabbit and then sharpen his knife against the pigs and sheep? Is this how he carries it?"
"That's it." Baozi said.
Tang Yang looked at the glutinous rice balls and glutinous rice, "Really? Is this what my mother taught me?"
Tangyuan couldn't remember it. As for Nuomi, it was always a yes man. It was whatever the elder brother said, so he nodded honestly, "That's it."
"The front is really majestic, but why are you so petty in the back and go back to kill pigs and sheep? Even if you want to kill, there is no reason for the emperor to sit in the hall and do it." Tang Yang muttered.
Yu Wenhao was listening outside. When he heard the words that a general died in a hundred battles and a soldier returned in ten years, he thought of King Wei and felt quite uncomfortable in his heart.
Just after hearing the last two sentences, he couldn't help but laugh, which relieved some of the sadness.
He pushed the door open and asked with a smile: "What? Are you still thinking about asking your imperial grandfather to kill pigs and sheep?"