Royal Road

It is rare for Liang Rong to fidget. Today is the day when my father returned from Luoyang, but he couldn't see Afather for the first time. The county official came out and congratulated the prefect for being promoted to the governor. He is the only son, and it is not easy to disturb his father's official duties. But sitting in the back house makes people anxious and uneasy. My father didn't get well, so he rushed to Beijing, and he didn't know how he was doing. And as a governor, is he going to Jinyang, then can he follow?

Like a cat scratching in his heart, Liang Rong finally waited for the news that his father returned to the back house to rest, and immediately got up and went to see him.

"Father!" With more than ten steps away, Liang Rong couldn't help his red eyes, and ran all the way to Liang Feng. Father Guo is really thin! The complexion is not good! Are you tired?

Enduring the choking, Liang Rong said: "My father is exhausted during the journey, and the child is not filial for failing to serve him."

Looking at his son's red eyes and the little appearance who insisted on keeping his demeanor, Liang Feng smiled and stroked his head: "Rong'er is studying at home. If you don't let Afather worry about it, how can you be unfilial? Good, ah Father is hungry, how about eating with Afather?"

"Yeah!" Liang Rong sucked his nasal sound forcefully, and then carefully grasped Liang Feng's hand, as if to help him, and led people into the hall.

With such a caring baby by his side, what else is worth worrying about? Liang Feng smiled and followed the other side into the hall.

Sitting down in the banquet, the maid put on warm cloth towels and let the father and son clean their hands and wipe the noodles. Then the prepared meal was brought up. It was time for feeding, but Liang Feng still had no appetite. He just drank some miscellaneous bean porridge, used some side dishes, and put down the bowl of chopsticks.

However, as soon as he raised his head, he saw a pair of black eyes staring at him. Liang Rong said pitifully, "Father, you haven't eaten as much as Rong'er..."

Uh, after looking at his table, and then at his son's table, Liang Feng coughed: "Father, I'll use the bowl of goat milk."

In addition to addiction symptoms, heavy metal poisoning still needs to be considered. It is also good to eat more protein meals. Under the gaze of Supervisor Liang Rong, Liang Feng drank a small bowl of goat's milk before he breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating, he rinsed his mouth with water, Liang Feng smiled and said, "Rong'er looks a little taller. Can I practice archery and piano by staying at home these days?"

He doesn't worry about his studies. Liang Rong's self-consciousness is inherently high. With the teacher's careful guidance, he will definitely not be lazy, so it is better to ask others. There is no such thing as a grade examination certificate in this era. Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even riding and shooting are all about cultivating sentiment and improving the aristocratic education of accomplishment. Putting Liang Rong on this side, it is already regarded as entertainment.

Liang Rong nodded. Rarely, he didn't answer directly. Instead, he hesitated for a while and asked, "Father, is he going to Jinyang to take office?"

It seems that the little guy has also heard the news of his promotion to governor. Liang Feng said: "It is true. In two days, I will set off for my father and rush to Jinyang."

"Can Rong'er go with me then?" Liang Rong asked anxiously, even leaning forward a bit.

Hearing this, Liang Feng frowned. Entering Jinyang this time is not an easy task. After all, the city that has been under siege for a year, plus the wolves and tigers and leopards before and after, may not be able to guarantee safety. He could stay in the lonely city, but let Rong'er be in such a dangerous place, and he couldn't feel at ease.

But the little guy in front of him looked eager, and he couldn't wait to hang on his waist. Just saying it would make him sad.

Just thinking about it, Liang Feng made his face serious: "This time I go to Jinyang for my father. I don't know how much time will be delayed. Rong'er must stay in the Shangdang party and protect his homeland for his father."

There was solemnity in his tone. Liang Rong was taken aback for a moment, and his little mouth was immediately pursed. He can't go to Jinyang with his father, but this is also the first time his father has so solemnly entrusted him to him. Xiao Jinggan was almost pulled into a ball. Liang Rong opened his mouth several times before repliing in a low voice, "Father, is it dangerous to go to Jinyang?"

Liang Feng didn’t want to conceal this point: “Jinyang was surrounded for a year, and it was once again governed by the state. It was naturally dangerous. But the emperor’s fate was with him. A father must go and sit in town to resolve the rebellious Huns and save them. A state is stable. There will be hardships and dangers, and hardships may not be less. I really don’t have the energy to take care of the mansion. Rong'er will have a total role next year, and he has also learned a lot of poetry and calculations, so he can share the worries for A father.

This responsibility seemed to be too heavy for Liang Feng, but Liang Rong's eyes were always red, but tears were firmly captured. After a long time, he nodded vigorously: "Father, don't worry, Rong'er will take care of the house and don't worry about him."

Looking at the appearance of the little guy, Liang Feng couldn't help but sighed, and put his son in his arms sideways: "Usually you will stay in Lucheng and go to school. If something happens in the mansion, write to Jinyang as soon as possible. But. I will let Chao Yu arrange everything. When the academy is on vacation, you will go back to live in your house. And you, Mr. Cui, will also stay in the Shangdang. If you have something, you can ask him more questions."

This is actually not a perfunctory deception. Liang's mansion has only his father and son. If they both leave the Shangdang, it will inevitably make the subordinates feel uneasy. But Liang Rong stayed, it was different. This is his only son and the future master of Liang Mansion. As long as Liang Rong is there, the people below will not relax. And the little guy staying in the rear of the Shangdang party made him feel more at ease.

It's really heartbreaking that the child is only eight years old and has to be separated from himself.

Holding on to his father's robe tightly, Liang Rong buried his little head in the bosom that exuded the fragrance of medicine. The body is much weaker again, and it's a bit skinny. But my father still supported a mansion, a county, and even a state, protecting himself and more people under his wings. He has reached the age of the total horn, and he can no longer cause trouble for his father just for himself as he did when he was young.

He just kept tears firmly in his mouth, and finally couldn't help but get out of his eye sockets and wet a small piece of clothes.

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Yi Yan did not stay in the prefect's residence for a long time. After briefing Duan Qin about Qixian County, he left the government office. Like other civil servants and generals, Yi Yan now has his own official residence in Lucheng, but the layout is too simple, not to mention that it is a maid of Kazu, even the servants who serve are pitiful. On the contrary, there are soldiers who come in and out, and there are orders to prohibit them. It was like moving another military camp to the city.

When he arrived at home, he first handled some remaining official duties, then got up and performed the necessary daily exercises. A set of swordsmanship, a set of marksmanship, and techniques learned from the lord, such as leapfrog, push-ups, and pull-ups. The heat in July has not disappeared, and even if he is wearing thin clothes, his sweat is like dripping water. But Yi Yan didn't say a word, but silently completed each movement according to the standard. The whole body was like a tight bowstring, full of strength and hidden murderous intent.

After all the training was completed, the sky was already dark. After taking a shower, he put on a single shirt at random and came to the study. The food has been set up, as always, there is meat and cakes, and it is no different from the food in the army. After eating, he fetched a military book, read it and memorized it, and started to learn it.

If someone said that the captain of the upper party and the head of the Liang's mansion, they spend their leisure time like this every day, some people will definitely be unbelievable. Not to mention that a family like Linghu Kuang, a military man like Wu Ling, had to drink and have fun and relax when there was no war. People who lick blood with their knife-edges are on the battlefield, and they tend to be more indulgent than others. Just because no one knows better than them what precariousness is. Just a cold arrow can kill oneself. In exchange for official rewards, what else can you do if you don’t eat, drink and have fun?

However, Yi Yan has never been like this. From recognition to the present, it has only been three short years. In his study, there are still too many military books and history books that have not been read. The lord told him to read the things in these books. If these things can give him more survivors, he is willing to read a few more volumes.

The pen is rustling, falling on the yellowish linen paper. The handwriting is somewhat like Liang Feng's handwriting. But there is no other party's ease and ease, but a bit more sharp, silver hook and iron painting, seem to be able to enter the woods.

After watching the fire candle for a short time, Yi Yan put down the pen and rubbed his eyes. This is also for the bishop. You should not study for too long, and you can't keep it all at night, so as not to hurt your eyes. He relies on his eyes to eat. If he has poor eyesight, how can he steer the horse?

If they are still with the lord's side today, they will probably play a few games of chess or take out the piano, one to play and the other to listen. Even talk about military books, talk about ancient events, and deduct those famous battles from the annals of the year against the sand table. Or do nothing, just burn incense and drink tea, stealing for half a day.

The well-defined hand dropped. Yi Yan opened his gray-blue eyes and looked to his side. The room is full of loneliness.

How long has he not been with that person naturally?

The night breeze shook the edge of the window and made a light hum. Yi Yan got up, went to the other side of the study, took out the chisel from the wooden box, and continued the unfinished work. What he engraved was a jade medallion. Yu is the best suet white, and it cost him a lot of salary. Every pattern on the above was carved by himself.

His father was a famous Buddhist carver in the village. He also learned some crafts. It's just not superb. First comes the flowers and plants, then the animals, then the ghosts and gods, and the gods and Buddhas can only be placed when the skills are achieved. This is the rule uploaded by Zu.

His craftsmanship is not exquisite, but at this moment, it is carved as a Buddha. The pleats are fluttering, the eyebrows are stretched, and in addition to the dignity, it is more graceful and feminine. Just like the person in the dream, falling on the white jade.

This is the **** and Buddha in his heart, and the only way to suppress those restlessness and anxiety. It seems that as long as you stay calm, you can get a little closer to what you are thinking. Maybe one day, the vivid Buddha statue can hang around that person's neck.

With a ding, gold and jade touched each other. Yi Yan seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, quietly carving and worshiping, this little jade Buddha.

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The next day, Liang Feng woke up and devoted himself to busy official duties. After all, he has been away from the Shangdang for so long and is about to start, there are still many things waiting for him to decide. However, from morning to night, when he was finally able to sit in the study and catch his breath, Liang Feng's heart became irritable again.

It is not his habit to put things there and pretend to be blind. In a few days, I will take up my post and can't delay it any longer.

"Lieutenant Huan Yi came to see me." In the end, Liang Feng told the opening. It's time to clarify this mess again.

However, when the order was passed down, people came a little slow. After drinking two cups of tea and approving a lot of paperwork, the footsteps outside the door were late. Liang Feng couldn't help putting down the pen in his hand, sitting in a precarious manner. After a while, the door of the house was pushed open, and the tall figure walked into the study.

The visitor had sweat on his forehead and dirt on his body, obviously coming all the way. After Liang Feng realized it, he might have gone to Ma Ying outside the city. But everyone called over and said it was useless. After clearing his throat, Liang Feng said to the maid beside him: "Cang Lan, order everyone to retreat."

Cang Lan saluted silently as before, and then exited the door. Yi Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he knelt down in front of Liang Feng. He has encountered such a situation once. The lord took the initiative to summon, and then backed away. It was not difficult to guess what to say to him.

Seeing Yi Yan's extremely persistent and determined gaze, Liang Feng sighed softly: "Bo Yuan, in two days, we will go north to Jinyang. This time, your mission is really not light. Fight against the Xiongnu together with the Jinyang people, and may even have to deal with the Ningbei General sent by the court..."

Liang Feng paused before continuing: "...It's about the survival of the state, so don't treat it lightly."

"I will know at the end." Yi Yan replied in a deep voice.

His expression was too calm, so Liang Feng couldn't help frowning: "In that case, you should stop thinking about..."

On the word "random thought", Liang Feng's voice couldn't help being softened. However, before he could finish speaking, Yi Yan stopped the conversation: "The lord can be at ease. In the end, the general has never delayed official affairs because of selfishness. At this point, the general will still understand."

Hearing this, Liang Feng was also a little speechless. Because of such a long time, he had never noticed that Yi Yan had other thoughts in his heart. Even if it suddenly became colder and estranged, he was able to conceal his emotions very well. Not to mention delaying business affairs, even the one who gets along day and night, has not even noticed it.

Damn it, how could he not notice it? !

However, this is not what we should say now. Liang Feng's expression became more severe: "Have you ever thought, I don't like men?"

Yi Yan's body trembled slightly: "The lord slapped Yan Ji's lunatic in front of me, I know it."

Not to mention, Liang Feng himself forgot. Yes, it was in this Shangdang Prefect’s Mansion that he killed Yan Prefect, who was dedicated to him, and took this position. On that day, Yi Yan was there.

Wait, is it then that Yiyan realized this abnormal love?

The headache was even worse than expected, Liang Feng paused and said, "If this is the case, take a step back, wouldn't it be better? I regard you as a disciple and confidant. It is a pity to ruin this?

Liang Feng regretted it as soon as he spoke. Because it was not Yi Yan who ruined this, but himself. If it hadn't had the poison upset his mind that day, Yi Yan would probably be able to bury these thoughts for a lifetime, and would not have passed the thunder pond half a step. It's a pity that by mistake, everything becomes in vain.

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and Yi Yan lowered his head and leaned in front of Liang Feng: "I can lie to the lord, but I can't deceive myself. The lord hates me and insults me, but I can't leave the lord."

His voice is not loud, but every word carries a heavy weight. The cold hair on the excited Liang Feng's back stood up: "If I am because of this, I must be far away from you?!"

Yi Yan raised his head abruptly, and a pair of hot eyes were fiercely printed on Liang Feng: "I will let the lord, not be able to abandon me!"

That look is offensive. If in later generations, if a girl encounters such a suitor, she is afraid that she will directly be afraid. Treat people as perverts and escape as far as possible. But Liang Feng is not a girl. He has talked about countless times of "love", all the routines and skills of deep humor, but he has never used such words and attitudes to initiate pursuit. This is no longer like a gentle show of love, but like hunting and fighting, endlessly dying!

But when he noticed this, his heartbeat actually went faster. "Fight or flight" is the inevitable nature of human beings, and Liang Feng has never chosen "flee".

The mind just flickered, and Liang Feng immediately stabilized himself. The clenched fist became tighter and tighter: "What is it that makes you obsessed? Because of this face? What if I find you a more handsome man?"

Yi Yan's expression seemed to twitch, not knowing whether it was suffering or pain. His lips trembled twice before he made a sound: "No one, it seems like the lord treats me like this."

Yeah, there won't be such a person again. Think of him as a real person, not a crude and ugly Hulu. From the first sight, the person's attitude has never changed. Not because of his appearance, not because of his identity. So, cherish it.

Yi Yan didn't know when he liked the person in front of him. Perhaps the moment when his eyes met, he was doomed to sink in his life.

Liang Feng was dumb. It is even more difficult to persuade a loved one not to love than to persuade a person who wants to die not to die. Because love is, after all, the most obsessive thing in the world, it can make people live or die.

However, Yi Yan didn't take advantage of this victory, but knelt down deeply again: "Don't worry, lord. You will have your own way."

What measure? Looking at the back that would only be broken for himself, Liang Feng even felt a little sympathy in his heart. This is really unfair to Yi Yan. But as a player in the game, what can he do?

After seeing the person in front of him for a long time, Yi Yan did not say much. Slowly stood up, like when he came, and walked out.

When the figure completely disappeared, Liang Feng exhaled the breath held in his chest. He has seen same-sex love, and even had a love-to-life partner when he was a child. They are also like lovers in the world, their love is sincere and timeless, and they have not been separated for more than ten years. This kind of love, Liang Feng does not discriminate. It's just that these affectionate-irrespective of gender-are never in Liang Feng's life plan.

He may be envious, he may sigh, but he does not want to touch it. Just because he knows that he is not the kind of person who can put his heart into it.

Until today.

A slight trembling came out again, just like the eve of the outbreak of addiction. Liang Feng pressed his knee hard, and also pressed the thing from deep inside his body. It has become such a scene, and there is no need for other things to add to the chaos. Since Yiyan said that he can restrain, let's follow another method. At any time, time is the best and the only antidote.

Just give them some more time to alleviate all this, it is enough.

Slightly tired, Liang Feng slowly closed his eyes.