Chapter 889 Going to See Xinyang (First Update)
Xiao Heng looked at him and asked in confusion, "Brother, why aren't you saying anything? Did Aheng do something wrong? Then Aheng doesn't want these things."
Are you kidding me?
Once something is given away, it's like spilled water—can you take it back?
Where does this leave the dignity of the Ghost King?
Shangguan Qing swallowed his anger and felt incredibly aggrieved.
On the way back, he didn't want to say a word to Xiao Heng.
The carriage stopped as it passed a shop selling dried meat.
Shangguan Qing asked irritably, "What?"
Xiao Heng said, "I bought some dried meat at this shop when I entered the city this morning. It wasn't cooked properly then, so they told me to come back in an hour. It should be almost done now."
Shangguan Qing raised an eyebrow: "How did you know I like dried meat?"
Xiao Heng was taken aback: "Ah, I didn't know, I bought it for Jiao Jiao."
I was caught off guard and fed another mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Shangguan Qing's face darkened, and he decided that he would never speak to this younger brother again for the rest of his life!
Xiao Heng went to the shop to get the dried meat, but he would have to wait a little while longer.
It was stuffy inside the carriage, so Shangguan Qing decided to get out and get some fresh air.
He stood at the shop entrance for a while.
The aroma of the dried meat was tempting, but he hadn't had much of an appetite lately. Customers kept passing by, and he would move aside slightly to let them pass.
When there was no other way to negotiate, they had no choice but to go into the shop.
This shop sells dried meat as well as other snacks; customers can take away or dine in.
There were many people around, and the lobby was crowded. Xiao Heng didn't like lively scenes, so he went to the backyard to wait alone.
Shangguan Qing looked at Xiao Heng, who was poised and self-possessed, with indifference, but the evil thoughts he had suppressed in his heart resurfaced.
He subtly approached Xiao Heng from behind, and when Xiao Heng turned around to get the dried meat, he mischievously tripped him with his foot.
The courtyard was covered in thick snow, so falling in wouldn't hurt; at most, it would just embarrass Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng was indeed unaware that Shangguan Qing had come to cause trouble.
This move should have succeeded in theory, but Shangguan Qing took too big a step, lost his footing, slipped, and fell forward.
"oops--"
He screamed.
Xiao Heng turned around abruptly and almost instinctively reached out to grab Shangguan Qing.
The momentum was too great, and they couldn't grab on; the two brothers fell to the ground in the snow.
Just then, the brothel madam across the street swayed gracefully as she entered through the back door to buy dried meat. As soon as she entered the backyard, two young men fell at her feet.
Madam: "???"
Shangguan Qing: "???"
Xiao Heng: "???"
The madam was taken aback at first, then she trembled with excitement, her makeup smearing off her face. With one hand on her plump hip and the other holding a handkerchief, she pointed at the two men and said through gritted teeth, "Where did these scoundrels come from! Daring to take advantage of me in broad daylight! You have no manners! Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
As she spoke, she bent down and was about to pull the ears of the two brothers.
The two brothers exchanged a glance.
Shangguan Qing: "Run!"
The two brothers quickly stood up from the snow, and Shangguan Qing grabbed Xiao Heng's wrist and rushed out the back door in one breath!
"You took advantage of me and tried to run? You stop right there!"
"I told you to stop right there! Didn't you hear me?!"
"Guards! Arrest those two lads!"
The two brothers felt a chill run down their spines and ran forward with the speed of reincarnation.
“Over there!” Xiao Heng said, pointing to the alley on the right.
"No! To the left! I'm the older brother! Listen to me!" Shangguan Qing decisively pulled his younger brother into the alley on the left.
As it turned out, Shangguan Qing had not led the wrong way.
The two ran for an unknown amount of time, until they were sure that the people from Chunhualou were not chasing them, before they leaned against the fence and gasped for breath.
This used to be a cloth dyeing workshop. After the war, the people in the workshop left, and everything inside was moved out, leaving only an empty courtyard.
Shangguan Qing had no strength left and lay down on the snow.
Xiao Heng glanced at him and lay down beside him.
"How did you know to turn left?" he asked. "Have you walked this route?"
“I’ve never been there before, it’s just my intuition,” Shangguan Qing said.
Xiao Heng pondered for a moment and felt that it was probably not intuition, but experience.
Shangguan Qing was not a child who grew up confined to a mansion. He did not like studying, but that did not mean that he lacked knowledge.
There's a saying that goes, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."
This phrase perfectly describes Shangguan Qing.
"What brothers met for the first time and then 'flirted' with a brothel girl together..." Shangguan Qing habitually wanted to say "girl," but when he remembered the madam's appearance, he decisively changed his words to "madam."
Hearing him say that, Xiao Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yeah, what brothers are like them?
They met and engaged in a battle of wits, ultimately managing to trick both of them.
Looking at the azure sky dotted with white clouds, Shangguan Qing said, "Hey, shouldn't scholars be honest? Or is being a top scholar different from being an ordinary scholar?"
"What?" Xiao Heng didn't understand for a moment. He also looked at the sky, feeling very strange.
Shangguan Qing said casually, "You stole my purse, didn't you? And those antiques, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Without giving Xiao Heng a chance to argue, he snorted to himself, "I thought you were really a bookworm!"
Who would have thought it would be a small glutinous rice ball with a thick skin and a generous amount of black sesame filling!
Even after being exposed, Xiao Heng didn't feel embarrassed at all.
This is not in line with his nature. He can be very shameless in front of outsiders, but he doesn't have that same level of sophistication when dealing with his own people.
So why do you get along so naturally with Shangguan Qing?
Is it because he's the older brother?
You can be yourself and be at ease, because you understand me, just as I understand you.
We are like each other's other selves in this world.
Xiao Heng rested his right arm behind his head and said calmly, "My skill is not as profound as yours."
Thick-skinned.
"I'm your brother, of course I'm better than you!" That's what he said, but he only really realized what he meant just now.
The moment I lay down on the snow, my mind suddenly opened up.
Without needing any evidence, it was more like a brotherly connection; he suddenly realized that the kid was playing a trick on him.
He said casually, "Hey, top scholar, recite a poem for me."
Now that the truth had been revealed, Xiao Heng stopped pretending to be the obedient little brother and coldly refused him: "I won't carry it."
"So you've shown your true colors, huh?" Shangguan Qing turned his head, glared coldly at Xiao Heng, and said mockingly, "You, as the younger brother, dare to disobey your older brother? Can't you have some self-awareness as a younger brother?"
"If you want to carry me, carry me yourself." Xiao Heng said calmly, then rolled over in the snow and slung his back over Shangguan Qing.
Shangguan Qing gritted his teeth in anger, his inner demons leaping up, and he swung his brat up and smashed him into the snow with a thud, so hard that he couldn't be dug out!
"snort!"
Shangguan Qing snorted, didn't turn over, but coldly closed his eyes.
Xiao Heng opened his eyes, feeling the heat on his body gradually dissipate, and quietly looked at the scenery in the distance.
The wind has stopped, and there are more pedestrians on the street.
Occasionally, passersby would notice them, give them a look as if they were idiots, and then hurry past.
The brothers' meeting was very sudden, and neither of them was prepared at all. Perhaps Shangguan Qing was a little prepared, but only a little.
Since they met, the two have avoided discussing certain topics.
For example, should I return your status as the eldest grandson of the emperor to you?
For example, if I took the antidote meant for you, would you be angry?
In truth, neither the young Marquis of Zhaodu nor the eldest grandson of the Great Yan Emperor had a smooth life, and it is difficult to say who suffered more.
Xiao Heng didn't die, but the young Marquis of Zhaodu died once.
Shangguan Qing is still alive, but his life is about to come to an end.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xiao Heng felt a chill.
"It's time to get up," he said. "Don't lie there, you'll catch a cold if you stay in bed any longer."
He sat up.
Shangguan Qing behind him did not react.
He looked at Shangguan Qing strangely.
Shangguan Qing's face turned pale, and his lips were completely bloodless.
When I saw him at the camp in the morning, his complexion was not as rosy as a normal person's, but he was not as weak as he is now.
"Shangguan Qing, what's wrong?" Xiao Heng raised his hand and touched his forehead.
It's not hot.
But his breathing was very weak.
Xiao Heng gently patted his shoulder: "Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Qing!"
Xiao Heng wasn't exactly a doctor through long illness, but he could still tell if someone was truly weak.
No wonder he hasn't moved since he lay down.
He wasn't too lazy to move; he simply couldn't move at all.
"Wake up!"
"Didn't you want to hear me recite poetry? I'll recite it for you!"
"Snow falls on the Tianshan Mountains in May, no flowers bloom, only cold remains. The sound of willows breaking is heard in the flute, but spring's beauty has yet to be seen. We fight at dawn to the sound of drums and gongs, and sleep at night embracing our jade saddles. I wish to draw the sword at my waist and slay Loulan!"
“…It’s really awful.” Shangguan Qing slowly lifted his heavy eyelids and glanced at Xiao Heng listlessly.
Xiao Heng corrected, "This poem isn't bad!"
"It's your voice." Shangguan Qing rolled his eyes and said, "How old are you?"
Xiao Heng's throat felt a little sore, and his voice unconsciously carried a slight sob that he himself did not realize it.
Xiao Heng let out a long breath; in just a short while, his back was already soaked through.
"He doesn't even call me 'brother' anymore," Shangguan Qing complained.
Xiao Heng chuckled and said, "Can you beat me in a fight or outsmart me? Why should I call you brother?"
Shangguan Qing grabbed the musket from the snow: "I'll shoot you dead."
"Brother." A wise person knows when to yield.
Shangguan Qing gave a satisfied hum.
The wind picked up, and Xiao Heng reached out his hand: "Let me help you up."
Shangguan Qing suddenly said, "I can't wait for the antidote."
Xiao Heng paused, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "No, Father will definitely bring back the antidote."
Shangguan Qing didn't reply, but instead looked up at the distant sky and asked, "Is she doing well?"
It doesn't specify which "she" it is; it could even be "he".
But Xiao Heng only paused for a moment before realizing who he was referring to as "she".
Before Xiao Heng could answer, Shangguan Qing said in a low voice, "Take me to see her. I want to see her one last time before I leave."
(End of this chapter)
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