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Song Ci came to Beijing with Liang Bing when he was sixteen years old, and his books for more than ten years were not read in vain. At the age of eighteen, he participated in the imperial examinations and was ranked first in the rankings. An official post from Sanpin was located in the Ministry of Criminal Affairs.

Liang Bing was asked by the emperor for this position. The emperor originally wanted Song to be full of elegance and wanted to arrange for the ceremony. However, Liang Bing felt that his son couldn't carry the sword with both hands. He should exercise more, so he asked for a place in the department.

However, it did not achieve the desired effect of Liang Bing. People in the Ministry of Criminal Affairs knew that he was the Liang family and the new leader. He hurriedly stubbed and assigned to him all the effortless errands. He touched fish every day in muddy water. Be happy.

Song Ci felt that it would be good to continue this way. It would be better if he could find a proper and considerate wife in Beijing.

But Liang Yanbei came to interrupt the beginning of his stable life.

On the New Year's Eve, the emperor held an annual banquet in the palace. Officials who ordered more than three grades in Beijing went to participate. Both Song Ci and Liang Yanbei wore formal clothes and entered the palace together.

Liang Yanbei entered the palace for the first time. Song Cisheng was afraid that he would provoke a basket and stared at him tightly, but he was like a loach. If he didn't stare for a while, people would disappear. Song Ci was frightened, and he was looking for it, but he was At the door of the banquet, I met His Highness Nine Your Zen.

Song Ci hasn't seen him for a while. As soon as he saw someone, he immediately left Liang Yanbei behind his head and walked over to say hello to Wen Zen.

Among the princes, Song Ci's favorite and best friend is Wen Zen. He has a gentle temperament and is not very young next year, but he is not in a hurry. Sometimes when the two are together, they are not. Speaking for an hour or two also made Song Ci feel comfortable.

But this time, Wen Zhan's smile made him feel alienated, and it was Liang Gongzi who opened his mouth, which made Song Ci unable to bear it.

Wen Chan made good friends with him, and everyone in Beijing knew that every time he met, Wen Zen would call him Brother Shu Hong. This time, the son of Liang, directly separated the distance between the two.

Song Ci hid some lonely thoughts, and after a few words of shame with him, he turned his head and went to Liang Yanbei again. In this annual banquet, Song Ci has been absent-minded from time to time. Just halfway through, Wen Zen quietly left the table.

Immediately after Liang Yanbei left the table, Song Ci left his heart, and after the two left, they followed.

Behind the banquet venue, there is a large forest. Under the winter, the leaves have fallen and become bare. The moon at night is white and bright, inexplicably gloomy.

Wen Chan encountered assassins in this forest, and Song Ci was frightened. Fortunately, Liang Yanbei was rescued, and Wen Zen was safe.

What the two said in front, Song Ci was hiding behind, an inexplicable emotion seemed to be hitting the thick seal at the bottom of the heart, almost breaking through the overflow, Song Ci took a deep breath, forcibly put the share The outburst was subdued, and before the two found out, they quietly returned to the banquet.

After the banquet was dismissed, Song Ci sent away Liang Yanbei. He took a special slow step. Thinking that these days are lively, it is necessary to make an appointment for Wen Zen to turn around. Otherwise, Wen Zen will be in the palace. Can only be stuffed in the palace-he has always been close to other emperors.

Who knew that after everyone had astigmatized, Song Ci did not wait for Wen Chan to come out, and after asking, he knew that he had already returned to the palace, and finally had to leave the palace in a cold wind and return home.

Song Ci is also very busy at home. Liang Yanbei repeatedly wanted to go out with him, but when Song Ci saw him with Xie's son, he was too lazy to blend in. He was a few years older than them.

And in these days, Wen Chan would send a letter to ask him to go out, so Song Ci wanted to wait for a letter at home, and just waited until the Shangyuan Festival.

"You're not too young, go out and see if you can meet the girl you like. Dad will help you." Liang Bingru said.

Song Ci didn't show much interest in the girl. Instead, he was always concerned about why Wen Chan didn't send the letter. He was worried about what happened to him in the palace, so he took You Wen to the palace as soon as he went out.

After arriving at the inner palace, he could not ride in a carriage. Song resigned, and the carriage was wrapped in a thick coat, with one foot and one snow footprint.

It will be dark, and the wind at night will be more freezing than the day, and soon his entire face will be reddish, and his nose will be frozen. Song Ci did not dare to stretch out his hand to wipe it, just a bit Sniffing.

Although Wen Chan was not a prince, he also lived alone in a Xiyang Palace. The position was a bit off. When Song Ci walked on, the cold wind soaked his big quilted cotton coat, his legs were frozen and his body was walking. Passionately, a layer of sweat permeated on his back.

Seeing that he was about to go, You Wen suddenly shouted Song Ci, "Master, look ... isn't that His Highness's carriage?"

Song Ci blinked his eyes hurt by the wind and looked in the direction pointed by You Wen. Sure enough, he saw a carriage going slowly, leaving a long rut on the white ground.

Wen Chan's carriage is particularly recognizable. There is a large "Zen" character on both sides of the carriage, which is the only one in Beijing.

Song Ci stopped for a moment, exhaling a white breath, his eyes straightened, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, You Wen lowered his voice and said, "The slaves will stop the carriage of His Highness Nine."

"Don't go." Song Ci said softly, "You can't stop the royal carriage in the palace, and you can't catch up with this distance."

"Let's ..."

"Go back." Song resigned and walked back along the footprints left when he came. When he walked back to the carriage, it was getting dark, his limbs were stiff, and he roasted for a while at the stove in the carriage. Get back your body consciousness.

I also lost the mood to visit the Shangyuan Club and returned directly to Liangfu.

Maybe he was weak in the weekdays, or maybe the cold wind was blowing badly. When Song resigned, he fell ill. Song Ci did not like to take medicine. He always drank a little, which caused his body to be hot for half a month. It was only after the first month that he was so good.

Beginning in February, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs allocated some scattered matters to him, and when he managed to relax, he heard some rumors in Beijing.

It is rumored that His Highness Nine forced the girl of the Zhao family to kneel because of a lotus lamp on the Yuan Festival, and later she was **** and banned by the emperor during the test. Song Ci naturally did not believe that Wen Zen was such a person. He sent many people Inquire, the answers are similar.

Considering that I haven't seen Wenchan for a while, he simply handed over the post and asked in person.

However, what Song Ci didn't expect is that Wen Zen avoided talking about these things. It seemed that he didn't want to talk to him more. He talked several times and was exposed by Wen Zen. Song Ci's eyes were hard to hide. He suddenly felt strange to the warmth in front of him.

The previous Wenchen was Wenchen in front of him, but the current Wenchen seems to have become His Highness Nine. There is a gap between the two and a ladder that cannot be climbed. Song Ci does not know if he can still be a friend to him now.

After Song Ci returned home after leaving the palace, he happened to meet Liang Yanbei as a guest, holding a stationery in his hand, and greeted him when he saw him. "Cousin, Zhou Lan said he wanted to come to Beijing for a few days."

Situ Zhoulan, a playmate who had grown up with Liang Yanbei since he was a child, had had a marriage contract, but then something happened to Liang Yanbei, and the marriage contract was pushed.

The Situ family has a great reputation in Jinling. It is known as the family of the Holy Medical Doctor. The relationship between the Situ family owner and Liang Jun is good, but he does not interact with Liang Bing.

Therefore, although Situ Zhoulan grew up with Liang Yanbei, Song Ci has only met a few times.

Song Ci was in a good mood at the moment, and said coldly, "Come and come, but I am not responsible for reception."

"That's fine, I don't have time to receive her." Liang Yanbei folded the letter and put it in her arms. When she raised her eyes, she saw that Song Ci, who had just entered the door, went out again, so he kept up. Where are you going? "

Song Ci ignored him, and he followed all the way to a small tavern. Lazy listen to books www.lanren9.com

There are no chairs in the pub, only three-foot low tables and soft futons. Each table has a screen partition, which is very lively but not disturbing each other.

Song Ci likes this kind of place most, especially when he comes alone. When he is in a bad mood, he can calm down between alcohol and noise.

Who knows that this time there was a small tail behind the buttocks, and Song Ci had just taken his seat. Liang Yanbei sat down opposite him and asked for an alcoholic drink. "Cousin, what's the point of drinking alone? I'm with you ! "

Song Ci raised his hand and made a shut up gesture, "Don't want me to drive you away and just be quiet."

Liang Yanbei obediently shut up and let Song Ci take a look at him unexpectedly. After the wine came up, Song Ci poured a glass. Right after the entrance, he was choked by the spicy taste of the wine, and he coughed a few times, his eyes were covered Misty water.

Liang Yanbei said with a smile, "You drink slowly."

Song Ci had just wanted to respond, and suddenly he heard the voice of the conversation next door and mentioned him.

"Hey, have you noticed that His Highness Nine has had a lot less contact with Liang Gongzi these days?"

"Which Lianggong are you talking about? There are two in the capital today." There was something deliberately bad in this remark.

"Also, it's easy to get confused. I'm talking about the one from Liang's family."

"Oh, he." The other laughed, "Did you not find that His Highness Nine is close to the one in Liang's family? With this family, who is rare in that family?"

Song Ci held his hand tightly, and frowned with the words in these words, his face was full of suffocation.

"Don't look at His Highness Nine dumb and foolish just to play, but in the heart like a mirror, know how to choose between the line and the line."

Song Ci's breathing suddenly increased, and he looked up to see Liang Yanbei, but saw that he was proud and raised the smile of the victor. He blinked and shook his head. When he looked again, Liang Yanbei in front of him disappeared. .

"Remember?" Situ Zhoulan's voice sounded again. "Don't you always be like this?"

The previously depressed mood broke out, as if hovering in the bottom of the heart for a long time, like a thorny vine that dangled his heart.

He remembered that he was always the one who was not chosen.

In the capital that year, in a banquet hosted by the emperor, Song Ci first met the young Wenchen under a blooming pear tree. He was chatting with his brothers at the time, and his lips were white and clean like pear flowers.

Song Ci thought to himself that this must be a person with a gentle personality, and he would certainly not have a mundane and narrow vision like others.

So Song Ci took the initiative to greet Wen Zen awkwardly, and since then, he has been accompanied by friends in Beijing.

After every time playing with Wen Zen, Song Ci has to endure the malicious gossip in Beijing. Many people say that he intentionally stabbed His Highness Nine, but at least he never saw such an idea in Wen Zen, so he also Never mind.

Until now, he firmly believed that friendship was a laughing stock.

He has been persuading himself that Wen Zen is not such a person, and he will not do that, but the disappointment and loneliness again and again suppressed his self-comfort to the end, until at last he could not find any reason to support him.

It was noisy in the tavern, as if everyone was talking about it, and in a very disdainful tone, Song Ci stepped on and off again, turning each blade into a stab at his heart.

"Ben was the son of the prodigal son, and he was delusional about tying up the royal family. It was a daydream! Who knows how much water is included in the second place in him."

Song Ci smashed the wine glass in his hand, and the liquor flow was full. He turned the table over, and said angrily, "The second place is my own test!"

The original dark eyes were stained with a **** red, and the anger was infinitely amplified, infecting all his intellect. When Song retreated to God, the entire tavern was covered with horizontal and vertical corpses and blood on the ground, stained. Got his boots.

The red totem on his face faded.

Song Ci looked at the red blood in his hands, his whole body trembled and murmured, "Why? Why are you doing the same?"

The blood melted bit by bit during the passage of the scene. Song Ci looked at the scene in front from blur to clear, and suddenly a young voice came from behind him, "Sister Weier!"

Song Ci turned his head in panic, and saw the young immature himself trotting all the way, the street green willow instantly cleared with his footsteps, and the long-lasting memories of the years also lived with this cry.

The young Song Ci ran past him and stopped next to the girl in pink. "Sister Weier, this is the bracelet I bought on the street yesterday. Will it suit your heart?"

The girl turned around, but her pretty face was full of impatience. "I don't like these things, can't you always buy them for me? I don't know where to throw them!"

The young man Song Ci smiled halfway away, took back the hand that handed out the bracelet, and then laughed again, "Okay, I know, sister Weier, don't be angry."

Song Ci's heart was blunt and painful. He seemed to be a bit weak, and he wanted to sit down, but he wanted to escape from here, without looking at the things in front of him.

Because he knew that this girl in powder coat made him sad for a while.

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This chapter echoes the twelfth chapter of "Nine Highness Please Change Your Clothes" next door ~~ After a few days, I finally wrote another perspective.

Little angels don't ignore old friends because of new friends

These chapters are the home of Song Ci, Rong Bai will not appear for the time being.

Rong Bai: I have to sleep a little longer

Situ Zhoulan is not an important person, just a villain playing soy sauce ~~

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