With the banners and flags hanging, everyone entered the city together. Gu Hongying originally wanted to invite Gu Chengye to ride back in the carriage, but then she thought of Chu Shou who came with her, and thought to herself that she had got carried away, so she swallowed it too
When he was in his stomach, he was allowed to ride with Chu Shou on horseback.
"The little princess of Emperor Yong, I have long heard that she has an out-of-touch personality and why she is so invisible. If she says she has contracted some cold, I don't believe it."
Chu Shou slightly raised his voice, which was also muffled outside. Gu Chengye smiled softly and said: "I can't control her. I had to come to Kyoto early last night. I said I wanted to walk around more freely. Now,
Probably at the entrance of the palace."
After everyone entered the city gate, the gate was closed heavily. Today, there are distinguished guests coming, so the city gate is closed.
Gu Chengye got off his horse and strolled towards the tall and gorgeous sedan in front. Under the layers of gauze curtains, was the charming face of Concubine Rong. Beside him, Song Yanqing, with her head high on the horse, straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and her eyes were clear and clear.
, neither sad nor happy, his eyes passed through Gu Chengye, looking left and right at the solid carriage.
"My lord, Gu Chengye, pays homage to the noble concubine."
A woman stepped out of the carriage behind her. She was Princess Chengxuan's old servant. She stepped forward to salute and said respectfully: "Princess Chengxuan was tired from traveling on the road. Unfortunately, she caught the wind and cold, so she couldn't get out of the car to pay homage to the empress in person.
Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine."
"It's okay, let's go back to the palace."
Concubine Rong spoke softly, her mood not fluctuating.
Gu Chengye took advantage of the gap between the two of them to raise his eyes, looked at the man on the horse, and secretly laughed. The white jade Bodhisattva-like heavenly official written in Chu Shou's letter was indeed true - handsome and handsome, as quiet as an orchid, but his face was serious.
They were still as tight as ever, but even when Chu Shou spoke extra seriously, they were especially cute.
Gu Chengye stood up with Concubine Rong raising his hand, then turned slightly sideways to Song Yanqing, straightened the corners of his mouth, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, and slowly said: "I have met Mr. Du Yushi, and I have admired his name for a long time. Now that I see him, Mr. Song is really
Young talents are extraordinary."
Song Yanqing turned her eyes when she heard the sound, her eyelashes flickered, and she looked at Gu Chengye, her brows relaxed, she held the rein tightly in her hand, nodded slightly towards Gu Chengye, then pulled the rein and turned forward.
The people on both sides of the street lowered their heads and whispered, watching the excitement.
"I thought you were terminally ill and your life was over."
Gu Chengye pulled the horse closer to Chu Shou's carriage and whispered softly.
Chu Shou lowered his eyes and chuckled, and replied: "If I don't say it more seriously in the letter, how can I call you back?"
Gu Chengye casually fiddled with the pure white tassels on the carriage, "You can't pretend to be so similar, right? The carriage is covered so tightly that you can't hear the words clearly."
Chu Shou let out a long sigh and said feebly: "There is nothing wrong with my body for the time being, but my mind is so depressed that I can't get interested in doing anything, and I don't have much energy."
"Huh? If you know the disease, why don't you treat it?"
"There is no cure."
This time it was Gu Chengye's turn to sigh, and he said: "You are still like this, conceited and pessimistic. You have determined that you are destined to be hard to win, and you don't want to struggle for a moment. Wuji witnessed the death of his family one by one at that time, and his heart felt like this.
As ashes, even though you know that the murderer who killed your loved ones is in the deep palace, aren't you persuaded to accept the name of your ancestors and live in this Kyoto?"
"Ah - and that Heavenly Official, I heard that he is now the famous Imperial Censor in Kyoto. Because of you, he is alive and well and does not have to suffer the evil eyes of the witch clan. As for me, my family is scattered.
You pointed out a clear path for me and joined the army. Now I have earned a good reputation and worked hard for the people of Mingqi. It is a great honor."
Gu Chengye continued to sigh:
"Why do you only persuade others to be positive, but are so ruthless to yourself? You don't even have the courage to reach out and help yourself. It's a pity."
"If I can't survive on my own, that's because I don't even have the capital to live. As for you, I can count on accumulating merit. I will be one step ahead of others in this life, so I can reincarnate as early as possible. In the next life, I have to live to be a hundred years old."
Chu Shou's tone became lighter, wondering if he was happy to see his old friend.
After hearing this, Gu Chengye's eyes became serious, he looked sideways at the carriage, and pretended to be relaxed:
"The curse of the Witch Clan? It's actually true? But isn't Concubine Rong still alive and well?"
He knew the situation of the Wu clan, and also knew that Chu Shou's mother-in-law and the concubine Xiaorong in the palace would have difficulty surviving beyond the age of eighteen. He was originally very worried about this close friend, even if he went to the north
On the border, in the windy sand and cold moon, I was thinking about her in my heart, counting and counting on my fingers. Finally, after I received Chu Shou's first handwritten letter since his eighteenth birthday, I felt relieved.
Looking at the messy autographed letter and some trivial things in it, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Holding it in my arms, I felt like she was right in front of me, but now...
Have you changed your mind?
"How do you know that the person in front of you must be the person in the painting?"
Chu Shou's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"I won't hide it from you anymore. Now I can live on the lifespan of others. If I survive for three or four years, it will be just one death. There is no need to harm others and myself."
"other people?"
Without thinking about it, Gu Chengye picked up some words that floated into his ears and replied.
"The heart of the Heavenly Official."
Chu Shou's voice sounded a little depressed, "It turns out that Wuji got seriously ill when he was seventeen years old. He took Ah Zhi's heart blood for me and saved me. I originally guessed a little bit, but"
"It's just that you can't believe it, can you?"
"Yes, you know how much I respect him and respect him. You also know how difficult it was for him because of the witch clan when he was young. I once swore that I would never let him fall into such a difficult situation again, but I broke the vow first.
, I should have woken up long ago, shouldn’t I?”
Gu Chengye lowered his eyes, tightened his grip on the reins, then smiled comfortably and said, "Whatever you want to do, I will fully cooperate with you."
"no--"
When Chu Shou heard this, he frowned and raised his hand to lift the curtains of the carriage. The warmth in the carriage turned into mist when it met the cold armor, but he heard Chu Shou curse loudly: "Gu Chengye, is there something wrong with you? I
I'm warning you, don't talk to me in this tone."
The world always feels spring and autumn. It is a pity that some people die young, and others become less stingy when their time is approaching, but that's it. In the face of life and death, you and I are all in the same boat.
"Don't look at me like that."
Chu Shou reached out and gestured with the intention of blinding his pitiful eyes, but he lost his temper again and said to him: "Now I finally know what the look in Zhao Wuji's eyes when he woke up meant."
Gu Chengye looked at her and smiled softly, and took out a polished and extremely rounded wooden hairpin from his arms. It had no delicate shape, just like a pointed willow leaf. He took advantage of Chu Shou to open the curtain,
The hairpin was still in her arms, "The best hairpin is priceless and unique."
Chu Shou held it in his hand and played with it, looking at it carefully from side to side, and murmured in a low voice: "The wood is really good wood."
"People are also good people, very good people."
Chu Shou let out a sigh, lowered the curtain, and retracted into the carriage.