Here, Chu Shou continued to bury her head, maintaining the posture of falling down. When she was about to get up, a corner of her robe suddenly broke into her sight...
"Senior sister? What are you doing? Hatching chicks?"
Chu Shou looked up and first saw a string of Buddhist beads hanging in front of her eyes, and then saw a pair of eyes full of doubts. Then he reached out to hold the man's outstretched hand and climbed up with the help of his strength.
"It's a good thing that everyone went downstairs to listen to the acacia wood. Otherwise, you would have been surrounded, and the storyteller would have had to talk for three days..."
"Why are you here?" Chu Shou patted the dust on his body and looked at the corridor over there to see if there were any figures. He met Wu Zhuo from the Punishment Department who had just arrived, nodded in greeting from afar, and asked in a muffled voice.
.
"I missed you so I came to find you..."
Seeing Chu Shou staring at him in disbelief, Zhao Wuji was a little dazed and helplessly shrugged, then rounded back and said, "Actually... um."
"It was you... who asked me to arrange everything. When I went to the General's Mansion, I met Mr. Prime Minister at the door. He asked me to tell you not to be playful and go home early."
"Just to talk about this?"
"Well, that's it." Zhao Wuji rubbed the Buddhist beads wrapped around his hand, leaned against the railing, and stubbornly turned his head away, leaving only the side of his face, not looking at her.
"Where is the medicine? How will your Majesty feel after taking it?"
"We have to wait and see tomorrow. If things get better tomorrow, maybe we can come back to our senses."
Chu Shou nodded and said solemnly: "Thank you."
Zhao Wuji raised the corner of his mouth and groaned twice, "I am doing this to save my life. There is no need to work hard to save my life. If senior sister feels that I am working hard..."
Before he finished speaking, a crisp voice came from behind, "Brother Wuji!"
A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came up from the stairs. She was wearing goose-yellow clothes. Her buns were dotted with yellow-green dogwood-shaped hairpins. She had an oval face and apricot eyes, curved eyebrows and long eyelashes. Her eyes were round and wide when she looked at them.
He jumped up and down as he walked, and the moon beads hanging on his ears dangled along with him, full of negative energy.
"Brother Wuji... is this?" Seeing Chu Shou standing aside, Su Li hesitated a little, holding his hand on the staircase railing, stopped, blinked his big eyes, and looked at Chu Shou alertly.
Behind her was a maid who was even smaller than her. Looking behind her, Xu Shi recognized her and whispered softly: Xu is the princess of Ruchuan.
Su Li listened carefully and recalled that brother Wuji said that the princess was a figure like white jade. From this point of view, he was not lying.
He immediately became respectful, bowed and said: "Su Li, the daughter of Su Huaiyu, the Minister of Rites, has met the Princess of Ruchuan and the King of Zhongshan."
Chu Shou looked at the lively and cute child with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He couldn't help but soften his tone, nodded quickly, raised his hand and said, "Please get up quickly..."
Ever since she was canonized as princess, she has not been able to adapt to this kind of etiquette for a day, and she always feels vaguely unworthy...
"Why do you have to go out on the street so late at night?" Zhao Wuji turned around lazily while leaning on the railing, holding on to the railing and going down a few steps. His broad shoulders blocked the young lady so tightly that Chu Shou could only eavesdrop on the corner of the wall.
Su Li was stunned for a moment when she was asked. She had been weak since she was a child. Later, her father specifically asked the King of Little Zhongshan to send her to Fodu Temple for recuperation and treatment. The asthma she was born with in her womb improved.
I feel chest tightness and shortness of breath after taking two steps. Now I can climb half of the mountain without any problem. I can’t say that I can walk like flying. It’s not a big problem if I take one step and two steps at the same time. Hehe.
"Didn't you say... that my health has improved and I can be allowed to go out for a few days?" Su Li replied timidly, with his head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.
"oh."
Zhao Wuji lowered his eyes and looked at the child's head, only responded and did not answer any more.
Su Li raised his head, smiled brightly, and said sweetly: "Brother Wuji, you said a few days ago that you wanted to find a skilled blacksmith. Today I asked my brother to find it for you. I asked him to go to the temple tomorrow..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji frowned and said coldly: "Didn't I tell you not to interfere in my affairs?"
"I... I just heard it mentioned by Abbot Huiyuan and thought that my brother would be more familiar with it, so I made my own decision. Brother Wuji, if you don't like it..." Su Li sniffed, becoming less and less confident as he spoke, and lowered his head again.
Zao Wuji went down a few more steps, and the beads wrapped around his wrists touched the handrails and made a soft sound. He likes to wear wide robes with long sleeves, with colors like ancient books, hanging down on his body, like the exorcism Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple.
Especially when looking up, it adds a bit of majesty and a sense of oppression, making people dare not raise their heads.
After standing still, he spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Well, I really don't like it, and... don't call me that in the future."
Su Li held the rabbit lantern bought on the street tightly in her hand, picking her fingers helplessly, biting her lips without any color, but she raised her head stubbornly and smiled bitterly: "Wuji... The prince doesn't like it.
, Suli will change it with heart."
Afraid that he would say something even worse than the last sentence, Su Li picked up her skirt and turned around to go downstairs.
Fang turned around, tears streaming down his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe away the unsatisfactory tears. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to say goodbye. He turned around hastily and stepped over Zhao Wuji to salute Chu Shou. Nuo Nuo said: "
Princess, please forgive me, Su Li will retire first."
After that, he clattered downstairs like a frightened little rabbit.
Chu Shou folded his arms and sighed helplessly, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Wuji's back from top to bottom, and said: "I was very happy to see her come to you. I thought you had also improved. It seems..."
Zhao Wuji turned around to answer the question, looked at her with his head raised, his eyes were red for some reason, and his bloodless thin lips trembled slightly as he spoke: "It seems - I'm still the same, senior sister, shouldn't...
Are you in a hurry to let go?"
Chu Shou's heart twisted, his face darkened, he lowered his eyes and looked at his hand that was holding the beads tightly, and said: "Stop holding it, if it breaks, I will have to shamelessly ask Master Yuan for it."
The few strings left are gone."
Zao Wuji felt as if a tight string suddenly relaxed. He raised his hand to support the railing and panted heavily. His knuckled fingers tightly grasped the railing. Blue veins popped out. There were beads of sweat on his forehead.
The profile of the face hangs on the thin chin, which looks uncomfortable.
At this time, the door of the elegant room over there happened to open, and people inside filed out, saying goodbye one after another.
Song Yanqing finally walked out with his hands behind his back. There was no emotion on his face, and he nodded and said goodbye to the others.
From this angle... Chu Shou breathed a sigh of relief and finally saw his features clearly. Oh my God, it happened to be at this time...
Perhaps sensing Chu Shou's burning gaze, Song Yanqing looked over and saw clearly that she was standing on top, and there was a man below. His back looked familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it before.
"Sir, the carriage is waiting below..." Mu Huashu noticed his gaze and immediately reminded him softly, turning his head to look towards Chu Shou.
When Chu Shou saw this, he immediately came to his senses, hurriedly looked away, walked down the steps briskly, and struggled to hold up Zhao Wuji's arm, preparing to go downstairs with him.
Unexpectedly, the tight rope in Zhao Wuji's heart suddenly broke. Almost instantly, he had an unbearable headache, and bursts of pain came from him. His body went limp and he collapsed down the stairs.
Seeing that he was really in pain, she immediately straightened herself up to prevent him from sliding down. She took off the hairpin from her head with her backhand, held it tightly, and stabbed it towards his shoulder without the slightest hesitation.
It's not an acupuncture point, it's just pain like this that can make Zhao Wuji wake up and fight poison with poison. It's painful but useful...
He groaned, leaning on the steps and tilting his head back. A thin layer of sweat had already accumulated on his neck.
Chu Shou looked at him and his eyes refocused, seeming to relax, and again without any hesitation, he pulled out the hairpin stuck in his shoulder.
The hairpin was stained with blood, so he took hold of Zhao Wuji's sleeves and wiped away the blood color, and then inserted it back into his hair straightly.
The color on Zhao Wuji's lips was gone, his eyes were full of tiredness, his hair was a little messy, he frowned and said feebly: "Senior sister, take me home."
Just like the scene in the early years, Chu Shou felt sour in his heart. He pulled his arm around his shoulders and continued to lead him downstairs. As he walked, he said seriously: "I think that sister has excellent eyesight. Don't do it."
What nonsense are you talking about? It will ruin our relationship."
Zhao Wuji listened calmly. She was always afraid that he would reject other people's kindness because of her. Although he was a little confused, he really understood what he wanted. Where?
Reluctant to put most of his weight on her, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and endured it. Logically speaking, such severe pain made it difficult for him to control his emotions, and even his body could not function after being covered by emotions.
Sitting is not up to him, but there are always exceptions, such as in front of Chu Shou.
But at that time, anyone could actually pull him out of his fear and lend a helping hand to protect him, but he was very lucky that that person happened to be her.
So he pretended to be playful and replied: "Since senior sister doesn't like it, I won't do it anymore."
Chu Shou seemed to be very helpful and helped him nod: "Well, don't always reject others, you have to learn to accept... Do you understand acceptance? These words of forgiveness... Will the demon monk talk to you?"
At that time, the King of Zhongshan's family suffered a sudden change, and only Zhao Wuji was left. The grief and anger in his heart could not be resolved, and he became ill. In order to promote Buddhism, monk Huiyuan of Fodu Temple traveled around and once said what can be enlightened.
Mind, eliminate obsession... So Chu Shou resolutely sent Zhao Wuji up the mountain, firstly to protect him from being disturbed by the outside world, and secondly because he was in the mountains and had an empty ear to listen to the teachings.
, or whether you really take refuge in Buddhism, there will always be some healing effect.
Before leaving, she specifically asked Mr. Yuan for a string on the guqin and made him a string of white jade beads. She hoped that he would be unfazed by favors and humiliations, stay and go without any intention, let go of the obsessions in his heart, and wish him well, as well as herself, because at that time
She is also leaving Beijing.
"Master Huiyuan's words are all true and reasonable. How can you be so indifferent as you?" Zhao Wuji softened a lot, trying hard to suppress the surge of inexplicable emotions, and pretended to be relaxed when he replied.
Chu Shou lowered his head and looked at the steps under his feet. He slowed down and stared at him as he walked, coaxing him like a child: "Then don't listen to a word he says to you."
Some of the diners who came and went recognized the two of them and bowed in low voices, and Chu Shou also returned one by one.
The music in the front hall continued, and bursts of cheers rose and fell. The ground was covered with gold paper that had just fallen from the sky. A few children gathered together, squatting on the ground to pick up the golden pieces of paper.
There are also mysteries, lantern riddles written in small characters for everyone’s entertainment.
The two walked in tacit understanding, and after a while of silence, Zhao Wuji said: "How about this, I will also build a temple in the north of the city, and you talk to me every day, okay..."
Chu Shou turned his eyes, raised his lips, smiled, and joked: "If the whole temple was made of green bricks and green tiles, I would consider it."
Zhao Wuji raised his lips and smiled, knowing that she was coaxing him again, and continued to scold: "I haven't been to the palace for five years. It's just that I was arrested a few days ago. Today you let me go to the main hall again. I
I've endured this for a long time, and it's all your fault."
"Well, so I didn't write the word "sorry" at the end of the letter early in the morning?" Chu Shou nodded and said it as it should.
He chuckled lightly, thinking that he was avoiding passers-by as an excuse, and quietly got closer. Chu Shou raised his hand to firmly grasp the clothes behind his back, and supported his forearm with one hand. He walked with him and spoke with great effort:
"Then I wrongly blamed you. Are you helping the emperor like this? Not only are you responsible for saving people, but you are also responsible for guarding the country for him? You really have the heart of a Bodhisattva."
"With His Majesty gone, I'm afraid that my title of princess will also be gone. I will be very sad if I have no power or influence."
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly. He said one sentence, and she responded ten thousand times. He replied harshly: "Vanity."
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The two of them walked in the wind, and their hair was flying. Soon they left Ganlinzhou. Ah Shui Sanqian had been waiting outside with a carriage early. When he saw Chu Shou coming out, he immediately greeted Chu Shou with a cloak and a big cloak on his forearm.
Come forward.
"Miss, just now Master Lin sent a letter saying that something happened in Yichunju tonight and he couldn't make it."
"Yichunju?" Chu Shou adjusted his hair that was weighed down by the cloak. The theater? She didn't want to think too much, "Just in time, this guy is in trouble again. Pull him back to fix the problem. Don't destroy the restaurant when he goes crazy.
."
"It doesn't have to be so detailed." Zhao Wuji bit his back molars, not to threaten, but to relieve the waves of stinging pain coming from his head.
Okay, that's a bit of a threat.
Turning around, he stood facing Chu Shou, looked at her with a smile, and lowered his head to signal. Chu Shou looked at the untied cloak sleeves, shook his head helplessly, and reached out to help tie it.
Suddenly, a carriage ran up from behind. There was a person sitting in the carriage, wearing a bamboo hat and mysterious clothes, carrying a pair of swords, and stopped behind them.
A group of people walked out from the brightly lit area at the entrance of the restaurant, led by a man in green and jade crown, whose dark eyes were as quiet as a flat lake.
The diners and passers-by who were coming and going couldn't help but slow down and cast their eyes on him, and Chu Shou was no exception.
Zhao Wuji glanced at him, chuckled, and looked intently at Chu Shou's little hand that had stopped moving. Then he raised his eyes and stared at his mouth and nose all the way to his eyes. His eyes moved, and he came closer and said softly: "Senior sister, it's not fastened yet."
."
Chu Shou turned his eyes and raised his eyes, smiled, tightened his grip on his hands, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Speak carefully..."
Zhao Wuji ignored her, but raised his hand and grabbed her hand, pulling Chu Shou straight towards Song Yanqing. Chu Shou struggled with his hands, but was firmly held, and could only let him drag her over.
"Well, I want to watch it all night long. I want to see it all." Zhao Wuji raised his chin and brought Chu Shou in front of him. He didn't know who he wanted to see it all.
"What's enough to see..." Chu Shou hid behind him and pulled her away, but the man held her tightly, as if he was determined to go against her.
Song Yanqing's eyes were calm, and he stood with his hands behind his hands, a meaningful smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
When Mu Huashu next to him saw this, his eyes swept across Chu Shou who was hiding behind the cloak, and said softly: "Sir, let's go, don't pull any strings here."
Song Yanqing ignored him and took a step forward. He seemed to be frozen in the wind. His ears were red, and his hanging black hair passed through the jade crown and swept across his neck. The part next to his robe was also slightly red, and his pure white skin stood out.
His lips were bright red, his black hair was flying and his green clothes were thick. His throat moved and he made a cold voice without a hint of emotion: "Long time no see, King of Zhongshan."
Zhao Wuji lowered his head and laughed, then raised his eyes and looked at him with a somewhat aggressive gaze. He held Chu Shou's hand tighter and said in deep thought: "Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time.
, I don’t know whether I should call you Master Du Yushi? Or—Master Tianguan?”