Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

Chapter 8

King Pingnan put on a look of interest, and called Yan Chunxi to his room that night.

Guan Junchen said that his body was still weak, and after returning to Liufang Pavilion, he didn't eat or go into the room to rest, and just sat at the stone table in the courtyard of Liufang Pavilion.

There was poured apricot blossom wine on the table, but he didn't drink a glass.

This night, the moonlight was surprisingly white and bright, and it shone coldly on the hem of Guan Junchen's white shirt. With his right hand resting on his forehead, his noble and long phoenix eyes were closed. He was silent for a long time, and finally wearily Open your mouth in a low voice.

"Honestly, go and check the brocade book for me."

"Yes." Wang Jinzhi replied, looking at Guan Junchen's back, he said with some concern, "My lord, you have taken the medicine after all, it's not a lie that you're not in good health, you should rest earlier, it's not good to have a wind here. Yan Young master... he is extremely intelligent, and he must be able to overcome this hurdle."

"Sincerely, my head hurts, and I'm very tired." Guan Junchen closed his eyes, and he said slowly: "But you know what I was thinking just now? I sat here, thinking a lot, and I wanted to send someone Leaked all the broken things about King Pingnan in my hands to Xia Baimei, and wanted to find someone to directly kill Xia Baimei in Jinling."

"My lord...!" Wang Jinzhi knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a trembling voice, "My lord, you know the relationship between Master Xia and the emperor, and this matter cannot be done."

"You don't have to panic." Guan Junchen twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a cold smile: "I've thought about it so much, but I'm still sitting here. I can do nothing but blow the night breeze and admire the moon. Do."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "After I left, he cried a lot, didn't he?"

Wang Jinzhi knew that Guan Junchen was talking about Yan Chunxi, so he lowered his head and did not answer.

Guan Junchen didn't ask any more questions, he just waved his hand to signal Wang Jinzhi to back down.

He is really tired.

……

The next morning, Xia Baimei came to play chess with Guan Junchen early.

Although he was the person who secretly led the matter, but he didn't mention anything about Yan Chunxi at all, Guan Junchen naturally had to deal with him as carefully as before.

"Prince Ning, this step seems to be inappropriate."

Xia Baimei's slender fingers held a white ball, and smiled slightly.

"Your majesty's chess skills are rare in this world. Master Xia is a master apprentice trained by the emperor, so it is naturally difficult for me to deal with it."

Guan Junchen didn't take it seriously, and calmly took a sip of his tea.

Many years ago, he had played many times against the present-day sage, who was still His Royal Highness, but he had never won.

Governing the country is also like playing chess. Emperor Ying of Zhou stood in a high and open place, overlooking the entire country of Zhou.It is often the opponent who just broke free from one round, only to find out that he has been in another, more sinister trap.After so many years, King Xiang's entire family has been destroyed, King Pingnan is on the verge of collapse, and Prince Ning's high position is on the verge of tottering—who can beat Emperor Ying of Zhou among current chess players?

"Brother Seventh Emperor—!"

Suddenly, King Pingnan's shout came from outside the hall, following behind him was Yan Chunxi who was supported by two attendants.

The young man's face was pale and bloodless, his originally round and bright almond eyes were completely devoid of energy at this moment, after he walked in, he knelt down in front of the hall, without saying a word, clearly looking half-dead.

Guan Junchen's expression turned cold, but he quickly restrained himself, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Didn't he serve King Pingnan well?"

"What did King Pingnan do to make a lively and charming guy in Prince Ning's mansion into this?" Xia Baimei stood up and gave a salute. He glanced at Yan Chunxi and said with concern.

"I'm really wronged, Brother Huang." King Pingnan was even more annoyed, he frowned, and quickly said: "I haven't done anything yet, but as soon as I entered the room at night, I saw that Mr. Yan had already bitten you." The tongue was dead on the ground. When I saw blood in my mouth and clothes, I was shocked."

"what?"

Guan Junchen was startled, he raised his head and stared at Yan Chunxi, who was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, and his heart ached for a moment.

Although biting the tongue is not easy to die, but it is really painful.

He really didn't expect that this seemingly weak and weak guy would do such a tragic thing.

"Brother Huang, you have to trust me. I didn't even touch him." Prince Pingnan shook his head helplessly, "Fortunately, the bite was not severe, and he didn't hurt his life. He just fainted from the pain. I sent him overnight. I asked the accompanying doctor to take good care of him, the doctor said, only a few months of speech disturbance, nothing else. I thought it would be inconvenient to disturb the emperor in the middle of the night, so I brought him here at this time."

"It seems that this young master of the Yan family really has a lot of affection for the prince." Xia Baimei sat down again, glanced at Yan Chunxi with a half-smile, then turned his gaze to Guan Junchen, expressing his intentions.

Guan Junchen lowered his eyes, and Danfeng looked down again as if nothing had happened, and then said lightly: "This king has already said that he has no temper. Since he is disobedient—"

"Sincerely," Guan Junchen took a sip of his tea, never taking his eyes off the chess game: "Take it down for me and play."

And Yan Chunxi was kneeling on the ground, with his head down, staring at the green bricks on the ground, neither crying nor begging for mercy.

……

Guan Junchen anxiously paced back and forth in the room until late at night when his servants came to report that Guan Shanyue, the son of Prince Gong's mansion, had arrived.

Guan Shanyue acted quite deviantly, she didn't even bring any entourage, she rode a horse to the palace alone, and came in through the back door.

As soon as he arrived at Liufang Pavilion, he was dragged into the room by Guan Junchen.

"Why are you coming so slowly?" Guan Junchen was not polite at all when getting along with Guan Shanyue, a good friend who grew up together, and frowned, "Could it be that you're riding a donkey?"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Guan Shanyue looks a bit girly, but has a strong temper: "The eunuch Xia Baimei is here, I want to avoid him, and I specially wait until night to enter the mansion, can't I?"

"It took you so long to remember the shit about Chen Zhima and rotten millet? Besides, you are not as skilled as others, so can you blame Xia Baimei for living well?"

Guan Junchen raised his eyebrows, and mocked unceremoniously: "Besides, any of the eight southern guards in the three fireworks alleys in Chang'an City would not want to have a spring night with Xia Baimei and taste Master Xia's ecstasy. You and Xia Baimei If you are jealous, don't you send yourself up and beat someone in the face?"

When Guan Shanyue raised her delicate eyebrows, she was about to get angry.

Back then, he was only in his early twenties, with a dissolute personality, and he was a wealthy son of the royal family, so he often lingered in the Fireworks and Willow Lane. When he was young, he was once obsessed with a young lady.

He is good-looking, and he is bold in his actions. He is the most attractive kind of benefactor, but he did not expect that the young man was just perfunctory with him, but kept clinging to him. He was not the commander of Wuyixiang at that time. Make Xia Baimei.

The conflict of youthful spirits suddenly ignited the flames of war.

Guan Shanyue is so vulgar and elegant, and when she came together, she lost her daughter and made poems and paintings, but the young lady was not tempted.

To put it bluntly, he just couldn't sleep with Xia Baimei.

Can't sleep with a eunuch.

The thin skin of Guan Shanyue's flirtatious son was swollen from the beating. This grudge was remembered for six or seven years, and he has not forgotten it until today.

Guan Junchen didn't have time to deal with Guan Shanyue's anger, so he said directly: "You stay in Liufang Pavilion, don't go anywhere, everyone said that you are talking to me at night while holding a candle, I have something to go out."

"Oh, you..." Before Guan Shanyue could finish speaking, Guan Junchen turned around and went out.

He touched his chin, and looked meaningfully at Guan Junchen's hurried back.

This friend he grew up with since he was a child has always been deep and steady, and it seems that he has rarely been so absent-minded and impatient. Although he doesn't know anything yet, he already feels a little subtle.

……

Guan Junchen walked very fast, and Wang Jinzhi also stepped up to follow, while quickly reporting: "My lord, you have hit a total of fifty boards, don't worry—these are all superficial skills, no bones are hurt, it just looks miserable. Point. But with this appearance, I will definitely not be able to get out of bed for half a month, and there is no need to worry about King Pingnan asking Mr. Yan to accompany me again. I also asked the doctor to show him that Mr. Yan can still talk, but his tongue is injured. There will be some slurred words."

Guan Junchen couldn't help but stop, fifty strokes... no matter how lightly he hit him, his skin would be torn apart.

That little thing had a lot of scars on his back, but now there are so many more for no reason. In this day alone, he was biting his tongue and being beaten, he really suffered too much.

He was silent for a while, and then said to Wang Jinzhi in a low voice: "You are doing well." After thinking about it, he added: "Go ask the kitchen to make some lotus seed and white fungus porridge, he likes it."

When he opened the door and walked into Yan Chunxi's room, Guan Junchen suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

The warm emotion like spring water slowly flowed from his chest to his limbs, he barely recognized this feeling, vaguely like joy.

He hadn't felt like this in a long time.

It's like a hibernating snake waking up in spring, looking at the peach blossoms outside the cave, happy...but panicked.

Being sent to someone else's bed by his own hands, Yan Chunxi should have felt terribly wronged, even if he served King Pingnan meekly, Guan Junchen would feel sorry for him.

But the little guy who usually has no temper was so stubborn, he bit his tongue without saying a word.

Tongue-biting pain, heart-piercing, otherwise how could he pass out from the pain, in order to leave his body only to him, that little guy can make such a determination.

Yan Chunxi, who had to fight so hard to come back, was supposed to be hugged as a baby in his arms, but in order to guard against Xia Baimei, he still had the heart to get someone to beat him fifty times.

Guan Junchen took a deep breath, he knew that he had really wronged Yan Chunxi.

But he will spoil him well, just like what he said before, far better than before.

……

……

There was a pungent smell of medicine in Yan Chunxi's room. After Guan Junchen came in, he waved his hand to let the two servants who were tidying up back out, and then walked over to sit by Yan Chunxi's bed.

Yan Chunxi's thin brocade quilt covered his head all the way, and he huddled under the quilt. Although he knew that Guan Junchen was sitting next to him, he didn't seem to intend to poke his head out.

"Xi'er, let me see."

Guan Junchen knew that Yan Chunxi must be unhappy, so he didn't feel annoyed that he ignored people, but just gently lifted the quilt.

Under the brocade quilt, the upper body of the lying young boy was not wearing any clothes, and there was almost no intact part on his bare white back, and his skin was ripped apart from the beating.Although the medicine had been applied, there was still blood oozing faintly from the white cotton cloth.

Guan Junchen understood that it was thanks to Wang Jinzhi that Yan Chunxi didn't lose half of his life at this time. Although it looked bloody and bloody, it was a flesh wound after all.

But his heart still couldn't help but ache. The little guy had such a lovable figure, soft shoulders and thin waist, and the well-proportioned butterfly bones that protruded slightly when he knelt under him for joy... But this The first and second blows were severe, it was as if a piece of flawless jade had been dropped on the ground, and I don't know how long it will take for the scar to fade away.

Yan Chunxi was lying on the pillow, only facing Guan Junchen with the back of his head, his body trembling slightly, but he just refused to turn his head.

"Are you going to stop talking to me?"

Guan Junchen smiled, stretched out his hand to gather Yan Chunxi's loose black hair to the back of his neck, and then turned the boy's head around.

He exerted himself very carefully, because he was afraid of shocking Yan Chunxi's chin, and causing his injured tongue to hurt again. Fortunately, Yan Chunxi didn't twist too hard. When he turned his head, a pair of round almond eyes looked over. It must be because I cried too much last night, and it is still a little red and swollen.

Guan Junchen stroked the young man's smooth cheek and asked softly, "But does it hurt so much?"

As soon as he said this, he knew that it was too much to ask. Fortunately, Wang Jinzhi brought in the freshly cooked lotus seed and white fungus porridge. It came to Yan Chunxi's mouth.

Although Yan Chunxi didn't speak, he took a bite cautiously, but then couldn't help raising his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "It hurts..."

His tongue was injured, even if he uttered this word at this moment, he could not hear clearly.

He liked sweetness at first, Guan Junchen fed him the same way the first night he hugged him, the same porridge, the same handsome young man, that night when he was in Guan Junchen's arms, he kissed him coquettishly like a kitten after one bite, But now, even taking a sip of porridge, it hurts so much that I want to cry.

Guan Junchen was silent for a while, he knew that he was secretly happy that his Xi'er had never been touched by anyone after all, but he felt unspeakable irritability in his heart, and suddenly said: "Why are you so stupid."

Thinking that if this little guy really bites his tongue off, he will never have a chance to look at those amorous and bright almond eyes, so he was afraid for a while, stirred the white fungus in the bowl, and said in a low voice: "Why not?" Do you want to bite your tongue? You didn’t kill yourself when the nine-section whip beat you like that before, but now you’re getting stronger?”

Yan Chunxi was listless at first, but after hearing this sentence, the look in his eyes suddenly became stubborn: "I don't, I didn't commit suicide..." Yan Chunxi was struggling to speak, he raised his head and continued: "I just don't want others to touch me --nausea."

With just this intermittent and vague sentence, his face turned pale from the pain, but he looked at Guan Junchen, but insisted and said in a soft voice: "I did something wrong before, and you always thought I was dirty and brooding in your heart. , I really don't want to make you hate me any more; but...you asked me to serve others this time, don't you feel dirty this time?"

Guan Junchen was speechless for a moment, although he never realized how big a deal it is to give away his pets, none of the princes and nobles in the entire Zhou Dynasty had ever done such a thing.

But facing Yan Chunxi, he still softened his heart. Even though the young man's questioning at this time was very unreasonable, he still said softly: "Xi'er, I have already said, I know that you have been wronged this time, and I will love you even more in the future. Your tongue There are still injuries, so I really shouldn't talk so much. Have some porridge to fill your stomach, okay?"

"No, I want to say." Yan Chunxi shook his head stubbornly, and his expression suddenly became agitated: "Brother Cheng, you are unfair to me. I admired you when I was young, but later I met you again even though my family was ruined and my family was destroyed. Two words-although it has been repeated a thousand times, but I believe it.

"Since the day you hugged me, I have given you my whole heart, but you treat me like a dog, you can give it away, and when you like it, you can take it back and play with it twice? If you treat me I have no love and affection, and I don't care for your pet."

Yan Chunxi spoke so fiercely, perhaps because the speed of his speech was too fast after all, the wound on the base of his tongue cracked again, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the corner of Guan Junchen's clothes, almost gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Painful: "Brother Cheng, I don't make objects or dogs, I just want to be someone who is in love with you."

Guan Junchen was stunned for a moment. Although he and Yan Chunxi had been in love for a long time, he rarely heard such harsh and direct words from him.

This young man seemed to always be smiling, like the most genial wind in spring, with those two sweet dimples hanging on his face from time to time, even if Guan Junchen said harsh words to him for no reason, he would listen pitifully , and after a while Guan Junchen's anger dissipated, he came to put his arms around Guan Junchen's neck and beg for mercy.

Guan Junchen never knew that his obedient appearance also had such sharp thorns, such a stubborn temper, and such strong desires.

With his appearance, how could he be a Mr. Heyuan.

Guan Junchen slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl, pondered for a long time, and finally said calmly: "Yan Chunxi, there are some things that I would not be willing to tell you. I like you, even if you have come and gone in Crane Garden for so many years. Young master, you can be called the person who pleases me the most. But I didn’t expect that I spoiled you, spoiling you so much that you don’t know how high you are—today I will tell you, yes, you are, and can only be, mine A dog."

"You are an official slave whose family has been convicted, and you are the most humble status in the entire Zhou Dynasty. If you are not Mr. Heyuan now, you will either go to work as a hard labor to build rivers, relying on your thin body for three to five days. You were flogged to death and buried on the spot; or you could become a prostitute in the lowest third-class brothel, even King Pingnan could not serve you, but at that time, you would be raped by thirty men a day, and your body would eventually be raped. Consumed to death, rolled up with a broken mat and thrown out, to be a lonely ghost."

Guan Junchen watched the young man's face turn pale in an instant, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and continued word by word: "Given the difference between you and me, do you think being a dog of the palace has wronged you? Let me tell you , out of this Prince Ning's residence, your life is not as good as a dog in the prince's residence. You dare to talk about love with this king, talk about mutual gratification, who taught you? Who gave you the courage? Yan Chunxi——I tell you, You want too much."

It turned out that he actually thought so.

Cloud and mud, noble and humble, man and dog.

There is no more cruel divide in the world than this.

"If a person with low status is inferior to a dog..."

Yan Chunxi's complexion instantly withered, and it took a long, long time before he revealed a miserable smile, but his almond eyes looked straight at Guan Junchen without any retreat. There was some kind of keen insight hidden in his clear eyes, and he asked softly : "Brother Cheng, are you also such a dog in front of the emperor?"

"You are presumptuous!"

The sword mark between Guan Junchen's brows furrowed sharply in an instant, his face was as cold as a thin layer of ice, and the palm of his hand was too hard at that moment, crushing the entire porridge bowl with a "click" , the tile was embedded in his palm, and the blood slowly flowed to the hem of the brocade robe, forming a dark peach blossom.

He hadn't tasted such anger for a long time. He only felt that a small and cowardly self in his heart was suddenly pulled out by Yan Chunxi and exposed to the sun... He knew that there would be such a day.

One day, the little boy in front of him will understand that the once tall champion Hou has already knelt on the ground and never stood up again.

He was extremely annoyed, and even had murderous intentions at that moment.

But seeing Yan Chunxi's pale face and the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Guan Junchen finally raised the corner of his robe and stood up.

He looked down at the boy on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "I think you have been hurt and wronged, so I don't care about it. You should think about it for yourself during the time you are recuperating. When I come to see you again, if If you still can’t figure it out, I will never indulge you again.”

Yan Chunxi smiled and said softly: "Yes, my lord."

The moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly thought of Gusu 12 years ago. It was really a big snow... It was white and clean.

"My name is Tang Tang. You have to remember, it's not sweet-scented osmanthus candy. My mother said that candy is too sweet, and it's not appropriate for a boy... Champion Hou, what's your name?"

"My name is Guan Juncheng."

He would never call the man in front of him his brother again.

He has nothing left.

His elder brother Cheng, his cold moon in the sky.

Everything disappeared on this chilly spring night.