Playing chess with Zhao Zheng in the evening, Zhao Gao looked at the sky and wanted to send him back to the palace several times, but Zhao Zheng blocked him every time with the words he had said earlier, "You can sit here as long as you want." In the end, he couldn't do anything. Make up your mind. 【Fast update&nbp;&nbp;Please search //ia/u///】
It wasn't until late in the night that Zhao Zheng finally clapped his hands, threw the chess pieces back carelessly, and said quietly: "Hey, I lost this game."
Zhao Gao thought to himself: Should he leave now? As a result... just after he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng suddenly yawned, looked at him pitifully and said, "I'm sleepy." Then he swaggered into the inner room, sat on the couch, patted the quilt and asked him, "Will you be ready when it gets dark?" There will be a morning meeting, the teacher won’t sleep?"
Ignoring his question, Zhao Gao glanced at him, then looked outside and said politely: "Go to sleep in the carriage."
Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng suddenly smiled with a pure smile on his face: "They couldn't wait for me. They took the carriage back long ago. They probably won't come until the hour in the morning. You want me to walk back to the palace in the middle of the night?" At the end, he raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao's mouth twitched slightly, knowing that he must be determined not to leave tonight, and he was already very sleepy at this time, so he had no intention of spending time with him, so he turned around and walked out of the cabinet silently. She took a brand-new handkerchief and threw it into his arms. She said lightly, "Wash it before talking." Then she went to the side to wash up.
Zhao Gao traveled all day and went directly to the Salt Service Department without resting. Later, he unknowingly walked to the palace gate before turning back. Even after he came back and finished eating, he couldn't relax at all. Being hugged by him, playing chess with him, and any other thoughts about Zhao Zheng had basically been exhausted by now. , almost falling asleep on the bed.
But this hurt Zhao Zheng beside him. He hadn't had a chance to sleep with Zhao Gao for a long time. Unexpectedly, after struggling for a long time, he finally got what he wanted, but now he felt even more restless.
After tossing Zhao Gao Gao against the wall that day, Zhao Zheng simply knew how to control him now that he was so close.
Being entangled by his long breathing made him feel unbearably itchy, but he couldn't touch or touch it. It was really difficult for Zhao Zheng to endure it, and he was afraid that he would notice it, so he didn't dare to say anything or move. After this torment, he almost stayed up all night. .
In the morning, in order to rush back to the palace in advance to change clothes and prepare for the court meeting, Zhao Zheng got up very early. Seeing that Zhao Gao was sleeping deeply, he did not disturb him and gently rolled out of bed. Although he didn't want to put on his clothes, he still startled people.
Knowing that Zhao Zheng was going to get up early, Zhao Gaolin deliberately left the light on before going to bed. At this moment, Zhao Zheng used the weak candlelight to see clearly how he slowly opened his eyes. Unconsciously, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, suppressing the anger in his heart that had been suppressed with great difficulty all night. Now he could not control it. His lower abdomen was moving wildly. Fortunately, he was alert and managed to calm down a little by slowing down his dressing movements.
Turning around, he happened to see Zhao Gao stretching his body lazily.
The skirt of his clothes opened as he moved sideways, revealing his unparalleled collarbones and a small piece of his chest. His eyes were full of hazy sleep, and the whole person was obviously still half asleep and half awake.
Thinking that he had been miserable all night, but he slept so comfortably, Zhao Zheng suddenly thought something about it. He immediately bent down and looked at him closely, shook his head and smiled mischievously: "Beauty can harm the country."
As soon as the words "You have to leave" came to Zhao Gao's lips, he was forced back by Zhao Zheng's five words, and the sleepiness on his body was instantly gone.
Looking at the stunned Zhao Gao, Zhao Zheng was in a good mood. Finally, he put on the belt around his waist, said "Good morning, teacher, I'll leave first" and disappeared from Zhao Gao's sight.
"You never thought that I would take such a joke seriously?" Zhao Gao looked at his disappearing back and murmured helplessly and lostly.
Due to lack of sleep, Zhao Zheng's haggard appearance when he went to court really shocked the ministers. After the court meeting, all the ministers presented memorials one after another, basically asking him to take good care of his health for Qin, and to be diligent no matter how hard he worked.
After waiting for a few hours, Zhao Gao was fine. Thinking of the five words Zhao Zheng left early in the morning, he felt his teeth itching with hatred. He tried to respond to his thoughts and pretended to follow along with a memorial. Go, the content is basically the same as others, and I also ask him to take care of himself.
This memorial was delivered relatively smoothly, so Zhao Gao quickly received Zhao Zheng's approval.
To say that this memorial is not a secret memorial, several people in the palace handed it over, and no one saw anything wrong with it. However, when the newly appointed Zhao Neishi took it in his hand and took a look, not only did his hands shake, but his smile also changed. Stiff. The plain white cuffs were stained by a fallen pen, which was dark and particularly eye-catching.
It is said that the subordinate officer who was standing behind him glanced at the memorial and then looked away in disappointment. Because there is nothing else on it, there is only a four-word annotation - it will not harm the country.
The internal history advised the king to take a good rest, and the king promised him that he would not be exhausted and delay national affairs. How can it be surprising that the king and his ministers cherish each other so much, and that the master and disciple have such a deep relationship? How could he, who was always calm and composed, show such an expression?
In the past, Zhao Gao often came to report his work to Bai Heng. Most of the people who were responsible for the internal history of Su knew him or at least met him. Everyone knows that he is usually a person who has nothing major to do except the collapse of the sky and always has some leisure in his eyes. Now, he is uncharacteristically acting strangely.
Not long after Zhao Gao sat down after returning from work in the afternoon, he heard his daughter running over and saying that Mr. Zhang, who claimed to be an old friend, had come to visit. He had already come in with his family, and he was probably in the yard now. Zhao Gao thought of someone and immediately put down the book in his hand and went out to greet him.
The two met in the corridor. This man with a white face and beard is not Zhang Cang, but who is he? Zhao Gao folded his hands and leaned forward with a smile, "You are really my brother. When did you come to Xianyang? Please come in quickly."
At the same time, Zhang Cang also looked at Zhao Gao and couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he saw that Zhao Gao was as elegant as before. He was a dignified man. He stood upright and cupped his hands before saying, "It's been more than a month."
Zhao Gao was a little surprised at first when he heard that it had been more than a month, but he was relieved after thinking about his consistent gentlemanly style. Although Zhang Cang knew that he was in Xianyang, he would definitely not come to reminisce with his brother unless everything was settled.
"Where is your brother staying now?" Zhao Gao asked warmly while leading Zhang Cang inside. He knew that Zhang Cang did this not only because he didn't regard him as a friend, but because he cherished their brotherhood and was thinking about him, so he didn't mind.
During the conversation, Zhao Gao lowered his head and said something to his daughter, who nodded emphatically and took the housekeeper to do the work.
Zhang Cang also knew that Zhao Gao understood him, so he didn't explain much and replied calmly: "Yu Shifu."
His answer was simple, but the amount of information was quite large. When Zhao Gao heard this, he knew that his brother must be living in his house as a guest of Yushi Feng Jie's family, and he was afraid that he had already taken up some position in Yushi Mansion.
When he came to Qin, he didn't find his senior brother Li Si, and he didn't find his close friend Zhao Gao. Instead, he went to the censor Feng Jie, whom he had never met and had no relationship with. This shows that he is really an upright gentleman.
Everyone in the world knew that he was Xun Qing's disciple. Based on this alone, it didn't matter which country he wanted to serve as an official. Zhao Gao knew that with his status, Feng Jie would not treat him badly. The Yushi Mansion was a good place and there was no need to worry about him.
"It's a good place. I would like to congratulate you first." After a pause, Zhao Gao continued: "Since you're here, brother, don't leave in a hurry. I've already sent someone to prepare food for you."
It's true that their brothers haven't talked about the past for a long time. Although Zhang Cang looked cold on the outside, he was also affectionate. He nodded and agreed without thinking: "Okay."
He looked around and found that Zhao Gao's house was very interestingly decorated. There were a lot of flowers and plants, and they were well taken care of. No matter where he looked, he was full of life, and he enjoyed every place he looked at. , couldn't help praising in a deep voice: "You have never changed like this. No matter how ordinary things pass your hands, they must have an unexpected transformation."
Zhao Gao joked: "Brother said this, are you laughing at my little brother who has nothing to do all day long?" He has always been a person who knows how to live a good life. When he is not busy with official duties, he will never treat himself badly in any case. Seek expensiveness, but nothing does not pursue comfort.
Zhang Cang was not good at answering such teasing remarks, so he glanced at Zhao Gao and said nothing.
Zhao Gao led Zhang Cang to the ivy trellis with a smile but not a smile: "Brother, sit down."
When Zhang Cang just came in, there was nothing under the ivy trellis. At this time, a maid came up and set up two cushion-covered tables for each other. There was a small table on one side, and some strange-sized wine utensils on the small table. There is something hot on the small stove.
An old-fashioned girl was kneeling next to her and was helping her maid with the drinking utensils. When she saw them approaching, she stood up and saluted generously and said, "Ahan, I've met you sir."
Zhang Cang looked at Zhao Gao with a slightly surprised expression. Zhao Gao patted his daughter's head approvingly and explained to Zhang Cang: "This is my little girl, I call her Ahan."
"He is a well-behaved and sensible child." Zhang Cang nodded, and his expression softened a lot when he said this.
"Sir, sit down. Father, sit down too."
Zhang Cang was actually surprised just now. Zhao Gao clearly had a maid in his family, but his daughter was still busy with her at such a young age. As a father, Zhao Gao would not let her get close to the small stove, and she would voluntarily help the maid with other things, and Zhao Gao would not stop her in the slightest.
The two sat down separately, and everything was almost ready. Zhao Gao rubbed his daughter's head and said softly: "Ahan, be good, I'll make you buns later."
Little Ahan was very happy to hear his father's promise that he would not bring it with him this time, but make it. The steamed buns made by his father were much more delicious than those bought outside, but it was a pity that he was busy with work and didn't make them many times.
After receiving Zhao Gao's promise, she nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, bowed and said goodbye to Zhang Cang, and Le Youyou went to talk to her eldest mother.
Just when Zhao Gao saw that the water was boiling, he said to Zhang Cang, "Brother, please wait a moment."
Although Zhang Cang didn't know what he was going to do, he didn't ask any more questions and sat down quietly waiting for him.
From washing tea to brewing, sealing pots, dividing cups, and dividing pots, Zhao Gao did it all in one go. These are things Zhang Cang has never heard of or seen before.
Zhao Gao's movements were elegant and his expression was calm. Zhang Cang watched from the sidelines for a moment, always paying attention to the movements of his hands. Instead of being bored, he was quite amused by it.
Next came tea. Zhao Gao held a small cup and handed it to him. He came back to his senses and took it, feeling that he still had something to say.
Following Zhao Gao's example, he put the cup to his nose and smelled it, and immediately felt a fragrance lingering in his nose. The fragrance is refreshing and enters the lungs, very elegant.
Finally, it was time to drink tea. Zhao Gao raised his hand and said, "Brother, you might as well try it."
The soup is clear, slightly bitter in the mouth, but sweet in the aftertaste, and the fragrance still lingers on the teeth and cheeks after drinking for a long time. Unexpectedly, Zhang Cang was also aroused a little curious, and he actually asked: "This is..."
"Tea is also called tea. Some people in Shu call it 'Jia Meng'." Zhao Gao explained.
"It's tea?" Zhang Cang had drank this tea once before, but it was mostly filled with rotten leaves and stems. The soup was turbid and tasted bitter and astringent, not to mention it had no fragrance.
I heard that the land of Chu was quite prosperous for a while, and that after Qin took over Shu, it also received tribute from it from time to time. However, compared to Tu, Qin people still prefer wine that can be drunk freely, and are not very interested in drinking this.
That's all Zhang Cang's impression of this thing was, and most of it was bad. He didn't want to see it now in Zhao Gao's place. From brewing to smelling the fragrance, and finally putting it into his throat, it made him do something different. Elegant taste.
