那是一幅画。                                                                                                                                    那更像一具尸体的画。                                                                                                                                    画上明阁丽毯，阔榻华帐，一男子浅笑合眸懒卧榻间，墨发如云泻于榻沿儿，意懒之态，如仙高眠。榻脚香炉生暖烟，袅袅其后，男子衣带尽褪，胸膛玉润，楚腰长腿，明肌如华。                                                                                                                                    那腰身肌线如流水，一眼便似望见一段风流事，偏偏那最是风流处覆着大红华袍，半遮半掩，不想看，偏扎眼。                                                                                                                                    整幅画作于雪娟之上，晕色泛黄，旧如古卷，男子似在画里睡了千年，那大红华袍暗沉如血，其色诡异颓然，其境靡靡艳华，好似人已故，画尸入卷。                                                                                                                                    最让暮青不能忍的是此画如同人高，画里的明阁丽毯、阔榻华帐、美艳男尸，甚至是榻脚的香炉都与实物一般大，她把雪绢凌空一展，仿佛衣衫尽褪的步惜欢带着他那奢华的屋子一同向她压来，活似男尸压顶，金屋要塌！                                                                                                                                    暮青过于意外，要躲已晚，那巨幅雪绢当头落下——                                                                                                                                    哗！                                                                                                                                    她整个被罩在画下，远望如头顶一床白被单。                                                                                                                                    骆成抱着肚子蹲在地上，不敢笑出声来，直憋得肚子都疼。                                                                                                                                    暮青在“被单”底下静静立着，许久未动。骆成笑着笑着，抱着肚子乖乖起身，憋出内伤来也不敢再笑了，觉得姑娘这反应绝对是暴风雨前的宁静。                                                                                                                                    主子自求多福吧！                                                                                                                                    但“被单”被暮青扯下来时，骆成预料之中的暴风雨却没有来，暮青面色如常，淡声道：“你家主子尸体扮得不错。”                                                                                                                                    啊？                                                                                                                                    夸奖？                                                                                                                                    不可能吧？                                                                                                                                    “不过，有破绽。”暮青面冷声冷，转身之时耳根却泛着可疑的粉红，她把那幅绢画往行军床上一展，道，“画上尸体横陈于榻，面色含春，衣袍尽褪，很像是作过死的，也就是房事猝死。因其面色含春，故推测猝死时正在行房亦或刚行完房，所以，此处即便有衣裳遮着，也应该撑着帐篷！”                                                                                                                                    帐篷？                                                                                                                                    啥叫帐篷？营帐？                                                                                                                                    骆成正不解，见暮青一指画上某处！                                                                                                                                    那处正是画中人唯一被衣袍遮着的地方，而衣袍之下就是……咳咳！                                                                                                                                    “作过死者，精气耗尽而脱死，阳却不衰！因此，此处即便盖着衣袍，也该是撑起来的。”                                                                                                                                    撑起来的……                                                                                                                                    撑帐篷！                                                                                                                                    骆成瞬间懂了，却再也忍不住，抱着肚子就蹲在地上笑。                                                                                                                                    姑娘哎！您真不是一般的姑娘！                                                                                                                                    暮青冷淡地看了他一眼，道：“告诉你家主子，下回扮尸体，扮得像一些。”                                                                                                                                    骆成笑岔了气，说不出话来，只好点头——转告！一定转告！                                                                                                                                    “把这些图纸拿去，找城中最好的铁匠铺子打造，按我所说的要求，半个月内造好！”暮青走到桌案旁将昨晚画好的图纸递给骆成。                                                                                                                                    骆成接到手中一看，目露精光。                                                                                                                                    “速办！”暮青撵人。                                                                                                                                    “是！”唯有办正事时，少年嘻嘻哈哈的模样才见收敛些。                                                                                                                                    骆成转身就往外走，走到帐子门口，忽听身后道：“等等！”                                                                                                                                    骆成回身听候吩咐，暮青却久未言语，直到骆成露出不解的神色，才见她往行军床上瞥了一眼，有些不自在地问道：“那画是哪个画师画的？”                                                                                                                                    “盛京城里三代画春宫图的画师，家传！写实！意境了得！长春院里的春宫图都是此人画的，盛京城里的公子哥儿们想请求一画，那可是要白银千两的！”人是骆成亲自找的，说起来自然沾沾自喜，他可是眼尖地瞧见姑娘耳根子红了的，想必嘴上不说，心里对此画甚是满意。                                                                                                                                    暮青却冷哼一声，“行笔之风春意撩人，难登大雅之堂，二流！”                                                                                                                                    啊？                                                                                                                                    骆成愣了。                                                                                                                                    “春宫图本来就难登大雅之堂……”他随口咕哝，还没咕哝完，便忙捂嘴！                                                                                                                                    若鬼影在此，必定会提醒他，他又说错话了。                                                                                                                                    骆成偷偷瞄了暮青一眼，果见她面冷如霜，于是忙把脑袋一耷拉，心中默念——春宫图难登大雅之堂，但主子的春宫图是雅物！雅物！雅物！                                                                                                                                    “拿去！”正当骆成低头默念之时，暮青自案头扔来一物！                                                                                                                                    骆成耷拉着脑袋，头顶却似长着眼，抬手便将那飞来之物接住，抬头一看，竟是封信。那信已装在了信封里，想必是他刚刚低头反省时，姑娘写的。                                                                                                                                    “回去交给你家主子，告诉他，那画师不入流，换了！”                                                                                                                                    “哎！”                                                                                                                                    骆成说错了话，便不敢再贫嘴了，上回他骂步惜尘兔爷时把主子也骂了进去，这账主子还没跟他算呢，今儿的话若是再传进主子耳朵里，他不死也得扒层皮。                                                                                                                                    “走吧！”暮青一摆手，再不留人了。                                                                                                                                    *                                                                                                                                    骆成走后，暮青在桌案后正襟危坐，竖着耳朵听见马车声远了，才瞄了眼行军床上。                                                                                                                                    只见那绢画平铺在榻上，画中男子似躺在她中军大帐的行军床上一般，衣衫尽褪，面色含春，艳情撩人！                                                                                                                                    暮青不由抿唇如刀，有些人该不会是想让她夜里把这绢画当床单铺着，与他同眠吧？                                                                                                                                    该死的步惜欢！                                                                                                                                    少女心里骂着，走过来将画收起，唇边却渐渐扬起浅浅的弧度，眸光难得霜化似水。她说她有恋尸癖，他竟当真了，那回她不是说了是开玩笑的吗？                                                                                                                                    这绢画暮青当然不可能当床单铺着，她仔细收了起来，压在了收放束胸带的私箱底下，那私箱并非普通箱子，外表看甚是平常，里头却做了暗层，她的私物放在暗层里。                                                                                                                                    暮青把那绢画和自己的贴身私物收在一起，特意把束胸带压在绢画之上，仿佛如此就能出口气。                                                                                                                                    她把老多杰的人头也收进了箱子里，不过是放在暗层之上的明层处，她不需要人头镇着中军大帐，但它可以帮她镇守这只藏着秘密的箱子。                                                                                                                                    一切收拾妥当，锁好箱子，暮青才去了沙场。                                                                                                                                    *                                                                                                                                    今天的特训科目和昨天一样，在新的特训器材做好之前，特训科目不变，但暮青对各训练科目的完成时间有要求。                                                                                                                                    昨天的特训，她只是让特训营初步了解科目，今天才是真正的特训！                                                                                                                                    所有项目规定时间，完不成加罚！                                                                                                                                    全营分成两队比赛，输了的加罚！                                                                                                                                    特训营全体咬着牙，想起昨天听过的话，想起点将台上较量的差距，没人抱怨，宁愿跑死喘死也绝不休假！                                                                                                                                    而休假的大军依旧在沙场周围观练，心急火燎也没人再敢要求参加特训——军人以服从军令为天职，这是都督说的，今儿是特训的第二天，离他们放假结束还有二十九天！                                                                                                                                    西北军的都尉们昨天守在医帐外，听说了水师的特训之法后，今日特来观练。                                                                                                                                    一看之下，人皆惊住！                                                                                                                                    “娘咧……”                                                                                                                                    “这他娘的是啥练兵之法？老子看着都累！”                                                                                                                                    “这练兵之法一天两天的看不出啥来，要是常年这样练下去，孬兵都能练成铁！”                                                                                                                                    “娘的！要是再早几年，咱们西北军里也这样练兵，五胡会不会早就灭了？”                                                                                                                                    “咱们……还能回去西北吗？”                                                                                                                                    不知哪个问了一句，都尉们都沉默了。                                                                                                                                    昨天，大将军说了，若是周二蛋那小子不要他们，西北军中也不会再要他们。他们从军多年，半生热血洒在了西北，洒在了大漠，心有留恋不想换将，却犯了军人的大忌。                                                                                                                                    昨天，他们得知都督救了大将军一命，本想来找他认错领罪，可……没脸来，所以就借口躲到医帐去了。他们跟着大将军在边关杀敌，命悬弯刀下也从未怕过，如今却怕了，怕都督记恨他们，水师留不下，西北回不去。                                                                                                                                    戎马半生，以为能死在边关死在战马上，要走了才知道这辈子离不开军营了。                                                                                                                                    这天，众都尉也跟着大军在沙场外观战了一日，晚上特训散了以后，暮青回到中军大帐时，见众都尉侯在帐外。                                                                                                                                    “都督……”众人瞄了眼暮青，不服的气焰已不复见。                                                                                                                                    “我累了，有事特训结束后再谈。”暮青甚是冷淡，说罢就进了中军大帐。                                                                                                                                    “都督！”众人只在帐外喊，却不敢擅自进帐，他们一是怕惹恼了暮青，二是真有些服气了。                                                                                                                                    西北军已练兵严苛闻名于世，论练兵之法，他们在边关军营里待了那么多年，个个都是操练新兵的好手。原以为都督军功赫赫也不过是个人之功，论睿智论勇猛，他是新军第一，可论练兵，他一个新兵蛋子，懂个啥？可是才一两日的工夫，全军就士气高涨，今日他们看了一天特训营的操练，虽不知那些操练之法是咋想出来的，但他们是老将了，有用没用自然看得出来。                                                                                                                                    以前，真是他们小瞧人了。                                                                                                                                    “你们何时能把我的话当成军令，何时再来。”帐中传来暮青的声音，众都尉一听，知道没得商量了，只好垂头丧气的走了。                                                                                                                                    暮青在桌案后坐着，许久没去床上躺下，她一看见那张床榻就想起一幅绢画铺在上头，仿佛坐下去屁股就能着火。                                                                                                                                    她盯着行军床不肯睡，而水师大营三十里外的都督府里，有人在阁楼里听回禀。                                                                                                                                    今夜的风比昨夜急，枝影摇如鬼手，男子听着回禀，喜怒不露，唯见眸光明灭。                                                                                                                                    “主子，一字不差！”血影跪在男子的影子里，今夜不必主子问就答了。                                                                                                                                    尸体扮得有破绽，作过死，撑帐篷，一字不差！                                                                                                                                    “嗯。”步惜欢负手立着，声音里听不出情绪，“她还说什么了？”                                                                                                                                    “还说画师不入流，要您换了。”                                                                                                                                    “嗯？”                                                                                                                                    “姑娘还给您带了封信！”血影这时才将信拿出来，呈过头顶时，那信已被人抽走。                                                                                                                                    那信里写了啥，他没敢偷看，但猜着应该是训斥主子的，姑娘当时看见绢画时，脸色可是很精彩的。                                                                                                                                    他忽然想往后挪，主子费尽心思，却挨了训斥，想必心情不会好。                                                                                                                                    阁楼里静了半晌，拆信的声音过后就没了声音。                                                                                                                                    血影缩了缩脖子，果然，他猜对了！那画师是他找来的，他要倒霉了……                                                                                                                                    窗前却忽然传来沉沉的笑声，血影一愣，斗胆瞄了眼，却见步惜欢低着头，脸就差没埋在信里，笑得既欢愉，又忍耐。                                                                                                                                    主子这般开怀，印象中可从未见过……                                                                                                                                    “跪安吧。”笑声渐歇，窗边传来的声音漫不经心，微凉如风，一如往常，仿佛刚才那笑意是血影幻听了。                                                                                                                                    “是！”血影起身退到楼梯口，没入黑暗中，身形如鬼魅般一晃，残影尚在，人已在楼下。                                                                                                                                    阁楼的桌子上放着一叠图纸，是血影呈上来的，步惜欢坐到桌边，将手中的信放到桌上，月光透窗洒来，落在信上，只见少女字迹清卓，一张纸上寥寥几字，只落着两句话。                                                                                                                                    “闻君有此癖，臣正有此技！”                                                                                                                                    步惜欢拿起那些图纸来，目光却仍落着那两句话上，笑意深沉。只是看着那两句话，他就仿佛看见她立在他面前，面冷声凉，说出的话却酸溜溜。                                                                                                                                    但笑着笑着，那笑便变得气哼哼的。                                                                                                                                    说要换画师，荐的却是自己，她还知道吃醋？                                                                                                                                    那画师又非女子，她看的那五百个屁股却都是男子的，他还没酸溜溜的，她倒先酸起来了。                                                                                                                                    但气着气着，步惜欢的眸中却又生了缱绻柔情。                                                                                                                                    这般不知是气恼还是欢愉的情绪，此生能品尝一遭，也算老天待他不薄。                                                                                                                                    将信收起，他贴身放入衣襟，这才低头细看那些图纸，一看之下，挑了挑眉。                                                                                                                                    这些图纸上画的是练兵之物，她的画向来写实，这些练兵之物，她分多角度画了出来，甚至画了拆分后的图，一应尺寸也都写得很清楚，一目了然。                                                                                                                                    她要的这些练兵之物看起来像是要人在上面跑跳攀爬，他练的是武林秘功，这些只锻炼人的敏捷和体力之物对他而言无甚用处，但两军交战，动辄数万大军，非武林门派之间的打杀可比，军中的兵勇大多只会些拳脚功夫，有的只比普通百姓健壮力大些。因此，她画的这些练兵之物，若用在军中，其效定然不错！                                                                                                                                    这两日，魏卓之和月杀都有将她组建特训营的事奏报给他，事无巨细，那些练兵之法与立竿见影的成效连他都好奇。                                                                                                                                    步惜欢一笑，将图纸放到桌上，“命血影明日按她所言，速办！”                                                                                                                                    他难得有沉不住气之时，等不及想瞧着了。                                                                                                                                    眼下已是二月中旬，今年夏天，他是不是该留在盛京，不去汴河行宫了？                                                                                                                                    －－－－－－题外话－－－－－－                                                                                                                                    陛下挺尸美不美？                                                                                                                                    小帐篷要不要看？                                                                                                                                    今天我的眼神应该是纯洁的吧？→。←                                                                                                                                    青青：你都斗鸡眼了。                                                                                                                                    陛下：画风真简易，朕喜欢写实的。                                                                                                                              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