"Ahem!" Zhou Shenzhi coughed violently.
Xiao Luolan hurriedly patted Shuqi and asked Shuqi to see if the medicine in Shuyan was ready. She turned around to pour the water. Suddenly, her cuffs tightened. Xiao Luolan turned around and found that Shenzhi was pulling her sleeves, which were burning hot. His face was filled with pain, unwillingness, and confusion. He did not speak, but gently leaned his forehead against his sleeves, curling up quietly and fragilely.
Xiao Luolan watched this scene and stayed until Shen Zhi finished drinking the medicine and fell asleep completely.
Moving her numb arms, Xiao Luolan gently took out her sleeves.
It was raining lightly, and it started to rain again at some point outside. It was still sunny in the morning, and Xiao Luolan stood by the door, reaching out to catch a few drops of rainwater, feeling inexplicably melancholy.
She had read a sentence in a book before, saying that people will be trapped by the things they can't get for their entire lives.
That's what happened to Shen Zhi, what about Sect Master Zhou? Xiao Luolan looked at Sect Master Zhou who came out of the rain, and her thoughts were a little divergent, because she couldn't think of anything that this man could not achieve when he was young.
I always feel like I have to snatch it away at the next moment.
When he got closer, Xiao Luolan discovered that Sect Leader Zhou actually held a terrifying black giant sword in his hand.
"The giant tower refined by the Gongsun family." Zhou Xu stood with his sword in hand. Under the gloomy sky, his smile contained a ferocious and bloody murderous intent.
"The late emperor once gave me the gift of praise and worship without being famous. When I enter the court, I will not follow you, but I can go to the palace with swords and shoes."
"This time it's just right to take with you to the court."
Chapter 186
Deep green tile eaves, vermilion pillars, rain-beaten banana trees in the corners.
The rainwater flows down along the ridge of the roof, dripping and gathering into a series of beads. Some of it splashes on the giant sword, and flows along the tip of the sword to the bottom of the steps. Through the lantern under the eaves, the giant sword reflects like gurgling water. The color of the sword was like a stream of blood, except that the color was black and red, as if blood was flowing. The simple and thick giant sword had not yet been opened, but Xiao Luolan looked at the terrifying height and thickness of the giant sword, and doubted whether the giant sword could be opened or not. Does not affect its lethality.
This thing looks very heavy at first glance. It doesn't look like a sword, but looks like a hammer in the hands of Sect Master Zhou. It can knock down a large number of people when swung.
Xiao Luolan gathered her cloak and said, "Who messed with you again?" It probably wasn't Shen Zhi, he was already ill in bed, and the quarrel between father and son really got into trouble.
Zhou Xu exerted slight force on his palm, and the head of the jade tiger-patterned sword felt cold in his hand. There were several circles of brown burlap strips wrapped around the grid of the giant sword, and there was a faint smell of old blood. Zhou Xu smelled the familiar smell and grinned. : "Maybe it's God, the thief."
Xiao Luolan felt a little scared in her heart when she looked at the horrifying look of Sect Leader Zhou, who was smiling but not smiling.
"Why are you here, Madam?" Zhou Xu twisted his wrist, and the giant sword stopped at his side. He stood in front of Madam, blocking the early spring chill from the drizzle and slanting wind.
Xiao Luolan gently opened the study door: "Shen Zhi is sick. I came over to check on him. He has just finished drinking medicine and fell asleep. Please be gentle when you come in."
"Are you sick?" Zhou Xu frowned and followed his wife into the study. Weren't you fine yesterday?
The room was warmly heated, and a rare charcoal basin was lit and placed in a corner of the room. Xiao Luolan opened the roller blinds, entered the study room, opened the window a little, and let in some fresh air. Then he sat on the embroidery stool beside the bed and found that Shen Zhi's fever hasn't subsided yet.
Xiao Luolan couldn't help but feel worried. She reached out and touched Shen Zhi's forehead, which was still hot.
Why doesn't this medicine work? Xiao Luolan frowned and stood up to ask Shuqi to invite Dr. Li over for a closer look. She found that outside the study, Sect Leader Zhou had not even stepped into the inner room. Instead, he was standing in front of the desk, flipping through a book on the desk. Stacks of books.
Xiao Luolan was annoyed: "Shen Zhi is sick, why don't you go see him."
Zhou Xu put the giant sword on the desk, then sat on the chair, looking at the anxious look of his wife, his heart softened: "Didn't you drink the medicine already? Let's just stay here for a while." He picked up a Zhang looked at the copybook and commented: "Literati often say that when you use your pen with your heart in mind, your pen will be correct if your heart is straight. I think Shen Zhi's character is too strong and sharp, and he has not learned the charm of his teacher's hidden clumsiness and sharp edge."
Xiao Luolan was annoyed: "Your own handwriting is so flying that you can't even see it, and you said you should be careful about it." She turned around and walked out the door.
Zhou Xu looked at the word "filial piety" hanging on the book wall. The raindrops outside the window and the house was silent.
After a while, he entered the inner room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhou Xu looked at Zhou Shenzhi's unconscious state due to fever, and suddenly laughed angrily: "You little bastard is quite angry."
Zhou Shenzhi was sleeping heavily, and his father's voice seemed to be heard in his ears. It was near and far away, and he couldn't hear it clearly. He tried to open his heavy eyelids and found his father wearing black light armor sitting on the edge of his bed. For a moment , Zhou Shenzhi thought he was back when he was a child.
His eyes were dazed for a moment.
"You haven't practiced your calligraphy well these days. You need to practice more when you get better." Zhou Xu said, not caring about his son's silence.
Zhou Shenzhi gritted his teeth and refused to look at his father. He was holding back his anger, his eyes were burning scarlet, and his whole body was trembling. He said word by word: "I won't practice!"
Zhou Xu's face immediately darkened.
Zhou Shenzhi held up his head and raised his head, his chapped lips filled with blood, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Since I'm not like you, why should a useless person practice calligraphy?"
Zhou Xu looked at his son coldly, while Zhou Shenzhi looked back with his neck stiffened, his lips trembling slightly and his eyes red.
"If you don't want to practice calligraphy, then go back to the Lu family." Zhou Xu smiled coldly, dropped a sentence, and then stood up.
The string in Zhou Shenzhi's head collapsed in an instant. He gasped for breath, turned over and got off the bed with his bare feet, blocking his father's way. His blood surged, and even his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He said angrily: "You are You don’t want to give me away again, do you?”
"I knew you just didn't want me!" Zhou Shenzhi's emotions that had been suppressed for many years completely exploded, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "But I am your son! I am!"
Xiao Luolan looked at Shen Zhi and found that his face was full of tears and he was slightly startled. In her impression, Shen Zhi had always been calm, self-restrained and respectful. This was the first time she had seen him lose control like this.
Zhou Xu walked straight to the outside of the study.
Zhou Shenzhi stood there, looking pale.
When Xiao Luolan saw Sect Master Zhou taking the giant sword and leaving, he actually ignored it. His eyes were slightly startled, and he lifted up her skirt and stepped forward to hold Sect Master Zhou's hand: "What's going on? If you have anything to say, please tell me."
Zhou Xu's cheek muscles twitched, and the joints holding the sword crackled. He tried his best to hold back the violence in his heart and sat back on the main seat.
Xiao Luolan looked at Shen Zhi again and found that he was only wearing single clothes. She handed him the cloak on a clothes rack and said warmly: "Put on your clothes. Don't catch a cold."
Zhou Shenzhi took the cloak and thanked her in a muffled voice before putting it on his mother's back. He was a man who valued etiquette and would never let himself be disheveled in front of his mother.
Xiao Luolan asked Shen Zhi to sit on the study chair.
Neither father nor son spoke.
"Drink some water." Xiao Luolan started the topic from Shen Zhi. At least when he was stubborn, Shen Zhi was easier to talk to than Zhou Zong.
Zhou Shenzhi tried his best to smile at his mother, looking haggard.
"Why are you quarreling?" Xiao Luolan glanced at Sect Master Zhou and found that the man was looking at the giant sword with squinted eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Father wants me to return to the Lu family." Zhou Shenzhi said.
"If you don't want to practice calligraphy or seek advancement, and the Zhou family doesn't support idle people, where else can he go except the Lu family." Zhou Xu's voice has been cold and cold, and he tapped the blade of the giant sword with his fingers, and the sword buzzed. Rui, he looked at the sword carefully, looked at the patterns on it, and felt a little nostalgic.
After Zhou Shenzhi heard the heart-piercing words, he suddenly looked up at his father, his hand holding the armchair turned frighteningly white.
"Shen Zhi is sick. Of course he is recuperating at his own home." Xiao Luolan stopped Zhou Zongzhu's heartbreaking words and took a break: "And today is a day off for bathing. It is a day of rest. When he is not taking a bath, he will be resting every day." I have to go to the government office and have no free time. What you said makes no sense."
“It’s not too late to practice calligraphy in a hurry. It’s not too late to practice again after you recover from your illness.”
Zhou Xu looked away from the giant sword and looked at Zhou Shenzhi. After a while, he said, "What do you want?"
It was a serious question of "What do you want?" instead of the condescending, cold and ruthless "What do you think?" After Zhou Shenzhi heard his father's words, the tall young man bent slightly, his face hidden. In the brown cloak, nothing could be seen clearly, only the young man's hoarse voice with inaudible pleading came vaguely, and he repeated paranoidly.
"...I just want you to take back those words."
"Take that back."
This little brat keeps making trouble just because of what he said more than half a month ago? Zhou Xu rubbed the center of his brows and let out a heavy breath. According to his temperament when he was young, if he heard his father say anything unfair about him, he would definitely sneer at him. people.
"Come here." Zhou Xu said.
Zhou Shenzhi walked to his father's table and stood there. Zhou Xu looked at him and found that his eyes were red, his cheekbones were also red, and his whole body was burning and haggard. He said in a cold voice with slight disgust: "Go to the martial arts training ground to practice with me the day after tomorrow. Pass the move."
Zhou Shenzhi pursed her lips tightly and stubbornly refused to answer.
Zhou Xu tapped the giant tower with his finger and said, "I will use the giant tower then."
Zhou Shenzhi could no longer maintain his apparent calm, and his whole body burst into tears. He looked at his father and the giant sword in disbelief. If one strike of this giant sword struck someone, wouldn't it? !
Zhou Xu laughed, the little brat dared to make trouble with him.
"Why, you don't dare?" Zhou Xu said lightly.
Zhou Shenzhi knew that his father was deliberately provoking him, but he still couldn't help but reply: "Just go."
"Then it's settled." Zhou Xu smiled slightly.
Zhou Shenzhi gritted his teeth and responded. He didn't believe that his father could really beat him to death.
Zhou Xu put away a pile of books on the table and put them away. Seeing that his wife had been looking at them, he coughed lightly.
Zhou Shenzhi looked straight at his father.
Zhou Xu had a grimace.
Zhou Shenzhi coughed, anxious and angry, and stared at his father stubbornly.
"If you don't learn from the good, you will learn from the bad." Zhou Xu stood up, said nothing, and gave up his seat to Zhou Shenzhi.
Zhou Shenzhi sat on his seat. After his father and mother left, he loosened his hands and his eyes gradually became brighter.
After a long time, a head emerged from the back window.
Xie Deyong jumped in through the window with his hands holding no aristocratic grace. His clothes were covered with mud. He looked at his sick friend, sat opposite him, leaned forward and asked, "How about getting sick?"
Zhou Shenzhi tightly wrapped his cloak and showed no expression.
However, Xie Deyong felt that the depression and decadence that had lingered around his friend had been swept away, and his whole person had returned to his former restrained and proud self.
"Have we reconciled?" Xie Deyong smiled proudly: "I used to pretend to be sick to get my parents to care about me."
"As long as your father and mother love you, this trick will work every time. It works very well, but I didn't expect you to be really sick." Xie Deyong felt that his friend's body was so hot that it was scary, and his eyes looked wrong. He was really a person to himself. Cruel ruthless people.
Zhou Shenzhi took a sip of warm tea and seemed to be able to taste the sweetness of honey. He drank the tea happily and arranged the flowers in the vase on the desk. When he showed off in front of Shiliu in the morning, He was very careful not to let the hot tea splash on the flowers, so the flowers are still fragrant now.
"Shenzhi, why don't you say anything?" Xie Deyong was discouraged.
"I'm sick." Zhou Shenzhi picked up a book and read it.
"I saw Lord Jiedushi coming here from a distance just now. You don't know how scary your father's face was. He was so scared that I still feel cold all over my body. I broke out in a cold sweat for you." Xie Deyong thought of himself. said.
"Fortunately, your mother is here." Xie Deyong sincerely thanked his friend's stepmother.
Zhou Shenzhi thought of his mother's worried and anxious eyes, and all the troubles in the past were forgotten in his mind. He didn't want his mother to get involved. His mother was a wonderful person, with a gentle and kind temperament. She treated his stepson just like he treated his sister, but he didn't want her to get involved. good.
"Of course Aniang is good." It was the first time Zhou Shenzhi called his mother this way. Unfortunately, his voice was so soft that no one heard it. It's strange to say that I thought I would be unable to say it out loud, but I didn't expect that after I finished speaking, I felt so open-minded. No sluggishness.
Zhou Shenzhi was startled for a moment.
"By the way, my father sent me a message. His Majesty has a changeable temperament. Even the most favored Emperor Xi's concubine was ignored and he was drafted." Xie Deyong shook his folding fan and told his friends about Chang'an: "It is said that It’s because the Holy One dreamed of the goddess one night and wanted to find the goddess.”
"The minister of the Ministry of Industry was executed by the whole family of the Holy Emperor for forming a clique for personal gain, taking corruption and taking bribes. How pitiful, Minister Xu, who was an important minister in the two dynasties, has gray hair, and hundreds of descendants in the whole family. Their heads rolled to the ground, and no one was spared."
Zhou Shenzhi was not interested in the front. Nowadays, the saint's lust is not a matter of a day or two. There are already three thousand beauties in the harem. When he heard the latter news, he became interested. Langge imprisoned Wang An's family for colluding with foreign races. Wang An was a worker. The hidden secret of the Minister of Industry and Commerce, and now the Holy Lord has killed the Minister of Industry and Commerce, and he is going to die without any evidence.
Zhou Shenzhi sneered and decided to send more people to strictly guard Wang An's family tomorrow.
