The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran didn't speak, and after a long time, he smiled brightly.

"What a pavilion and only one owner. What a good story."

Shi Shiran stepped on the cold stone surface with bare toes and neatly trimmed feet, and the veins on the back of his feet were indistinct, and he stopped in front of Song Qiutong.

Then Mo Ran raised one foot, and with the tip of his toe, he touched Song Qiutong's chin, making her look up at him.

"These words, have you held them back for a long time in your heart?"

He looked at her panicked face, and smiled: "Queen Song, I haven't asked you about many things in the past. Since you have said something heartfelt to me today, why don't we Come on, let me talk to you."

"Let's start with the recent things. On the day I went to the Snow Palace, I obviously locked Chu Wanning in the bedroom. Tell me, why did he appear in Kunlun Mountain? Who lifted the ban for him, let He came to find me?"

Song Qiutong trembled suddenly and said, "I don't know!"

She was too eager to argue, and even forgot to mention the concubine's identity, but used "I".

The ink burned and laughed, and he said: "Okay, if you don't know this one, then I will ask you the next one. That year I sealed you as the empress and asked you to assist the peak of death and life. Later, I went to the Yinshan Mountain for something. At that time, because Chu Wanning was disobedient, I was imprisoned in the water prison to reflect..."

When he mentioned this matter, Song Qiutong couldn't help turning pale, and his lips couldn't help trembling.

"You went to visit him by exploring the prison. But you were despised by him..."

"Yes, yes." Song Qiutong hurriedly said, "But Your Majesty...Ah Ran, I told you about this all those years ago. Master Chu told me to get out of the prison, and there were many insults in his words. He not only scolded me I, and His Majesty scolded me together, I was so angry at the time...I..."

"I know." Mo Ran smiled slightly, "You were too angry at the time, but Chu Wanning was a felony, and he could not be punished without the permission of this seat. So you punished and ordered people to live Ten of his nails were pulled out, and a thorn was nailed into each of his fingertips."

Song Qiutong's eyes were full of panic, and he argued: "Your Majesty, when you came back, you praised me for a good job!"

Mo Ran smiled: "Oh... is it?"

"You... you said that people who speak dirty words should be treated like this. You told my concubine at that time that the punishment would be lighter. If he speaks rudely again next time, you can...you can stop it His ten fingers..." The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she looked at Mo Ran's creepy smile, and fell limply on the ground, with tears in her eyes, "Ah Ran..."

Mo Ran sighed softly, he smiled and said: "Qiu Tong, the days have passed for too long, what I said back then, what I didn't say, I have forgotten."

"..." The woman clearly guessed Mo Ran's thoughts from just now, but when she heard this sentence, her body still trembled violently.

"I've always been dreaming these days. I dreamed that day, I came back from the Yin Mountain and went into the dungeon. I saw his hands were festered and full of blood..." Mo Ran said slowly, and at the end, the voice suddenly Tighten it tightly, with a cold light in his eyes, "I am not happy."

Song Qiutong said at a loss: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...No, Ah Ran...you listen to me...you calm down and listen to me..."

"This seat is not happy."

Mo Ran didn't seem to hear anything, and lowered his face expressionlessly, looking coldly at the woman curled up on the ground.

"You coax me, okay?"

With his frosty expression, coupled with such a proud begging, even though Song Qiutong has been with the king and the tiger for so many years, he can't help getting goose bumps all over his body, and even his scalp is numb.She smelled the wind and rain, raised her dark brown eyes, and looked up at him in a small crouch. She crawled over and lay on Mo Ran's ankle.

"Okay, whatever Ah Ran says is fine, what Ah Ran wants me to do will make her happy? I must do it well... do it well..."

Mo Ran leaned over, pinched her chin, and raised her face.

He smiled, very cute and innocent.

It was as if when he first saw her at Confucianism Gate, he revealed two deep dimples sweetly, pulled her sleeves and said, "Little Junior Sister, what's your name?... Oh, don't be afraid, I don't want you to be afraid." Hurt you, you talk to me, okay?"

shudder.

After many years, he almost used the same expression, the same tone, but said something different.

He said sweetly and gently: "Qiu Tong, I know that you are sincere, and I am willing to do anything to make me happy..."

His fingertips stroked her soft lips.

Her entire face was very similar to Shi Mingjing.

Mo Ran's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked at the two flower-like lips calmly, and finally said: "Then you, go to Huangquan Road and wait for me first."

"!"

He asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Song Qiutong's tears overflowed his eyes in an instant, not because of sadness, but because of fear.She knew that Mo Ran would never end well when she mentioned that she had abused Chu Wanning back then, but at most she could only think of rod punishment and demotion. She exhausted all her courage and could not think of Mo Ran. Burning will...

He would!He even had the heart!

He He……

madman.

crazy... crazy...

Mo Ran raised his head and laughed lowly. He laughed more and more presumptuously and arrogantly. He kicked open the door of the bedroom with a smile, and strode out of the palace with a smile.

He was so romantic that he crushed the lives of thousands of people, and now it was her turn.

Crazy... Crazy! !

Mo Weiyu is crazy!

Song Qiutong fell to her knees on the cold gold bricks and cold stones. The passion for being happy with Yan Er in the bedroom has not yet dissipated, and the flames of hell have already burned. .

Dawn came and the sky was blood red.

It made her eyes red.

She heard the ink burn far away, casually as if telling what to use for today's dinner.

"Come here, drag the queen out."

"Your Majesty—!" was the panicked reaction of the attendants outside, "Your Majesty, this..."

"Throw it into the cauldron, fry it and cook it alive."

Song Qiutong suddenly couldn't hear anything, his whole body seemed to sink into the ocean, and he couldn't hear anything.

"It's cooking, it's exciting, it's fun, haha...hahaha..."

As he walked farther and farther away, only laughter and shouts were like vultures, coiling around the peak of life and death, and would not leave for a long time.

Chaoyang dragged his shadow for a long time, leaving a solitary trace on the ground, and he walked slowly, slowly.

At first, it seemed that there were two phantoms of young fur horses standing beside him, and a tall and straight man in white clothes.

Later, those two phantoms disappeared, and only the white robe remained with him.

Going further back, the man in white also disappeared into the golden morning light.

The rising sun is pure and holy, and it takes away the same pure and holy people, leaving him alone in hell, in the sea of ​​blood, and sinking in demons and demons.

He was the only one left, and the more he walked, the more lonely he became, and the more he walked, the colder he became.

At the end, he suddenly felt as if he was dead, he was already dead...

The more you go, the crazier you get.

Mo Ran remembered that in the last year before he committed suicide, sometimes he looked at the bronze mirror, and he would not recognize what kind of monster was reflected in it.

He even remembered that the night before his death, he was leaning against the bamboo pavilion of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, with only one old slave by his side.

He asked the old slave, and said lazily, "Grand Liu, tell me what kind of person I was originally?"

Before the other party could answer, he looked at his reflection in the pool and said to himself.

"When I was young, I didn't seem to have braided my hair like this, and I have never even touched a beaded crown like this. Don't you think so?"

Liu Gong sighed and replied: "Your Majesty is right. The crown and braids were all given to you by Empress Song after you ascended the throne."

"Oh, you said Song Qiutong." Mo Ran sneered, raised his head and took a sip of Li Huabai, "Did I ever hear her instructions?"

Maybe it's because time is running out, and I'm not afraid that Jane is in the emperor's heart, and if he doesn't like it, he will kill himself, and the old man is telling the truth.

Liu Gong lowered his eyes and sleeves and said: "Yes, when Your Majesty first came to the throne, Empress Song was very favored. For a while, His Majesty would do what Her Majesty said. All these...Has Your Majesty forgotten?"

"Forget?" Mo Ran laughed, "I haven't forgotten, how could I forget..."

After I married Song Qiutong, someone leaked the news and told her that the reason why His Majesty favored her was because her appearance was [-]% similar to the deceased Shi Mingjing.

She is a clever person, so she is always inquiring about Shi Mei's behavior and behavior, revealing it faintly in the life of husband and wife, as if she is an old friend.

How could I forget it.

Mo Ran smiled sideways, and suddenly took off the crown on the bun, without looking at it, and threw it into the pool of water, startling a koi, and the figures in the lake became more and more crooked and hideous.

In this ferocious scene, he unbraided his hair and let his ink-like hair hang down, leaning sideways by the lake, letting the shimmering water reflect his face in a cloudy and uncertain way.

"Okay, the hair crown is lost, and the hair bun is also untied, Lao Liu, you can help me think about it again, what is missing, so that I can return to the appearance before I became the throne?"

"This……"

"Is it a hairband?" Mo Ran looked at the reflection and said, "The most common blue hairband for the disciples of the dead and alive. Is there any more in the palace?"

"Yes, in the first year of His Majesty's enthronement, when he took off the student uniform of the Peak of Death and Life, he told the old slave to put it away. If His Majesty wants it, the old slave will help you get it."

"Great, go ahead, get everything else besides the hairband."

Liu Gong went back and forth, holding a stack of old clothes in his hand, Mo Ran sat up, his fingertips touched the texture of cotton and linen, and the flickering past turned up, like dead leaves fell on a thousand sores Hundred holes in the heart.On a whim, he randomly picked up a robe and wanted to put it on his body.

But the clothes he wore when he was young were already too small, no matter how he fiddled with them, he couldn't put them back on.

Suddenly furious.

"Why can't you put it on! Why can't you go back!!"

He was like a caged animal circling in circles, with a crazy expression on his face and a frightening look in his eyes.

"This is my clothes! Is this my clothes??!! You have taken it by mistake! If it is my clothes, why can't you wear it!!! Why can't you wear it——!"

The old slave is used to seeing his master as a madman.

I used to think that Mo Ran was terrible, but today there is no reason, I feel that this man is very pitiful.

Where is he looking for clothes, he is clearly looking for the self who will never come back.

"Your Majesty." The old man sighed faintly, "Let it go, you are no longer the young man of yesterday."

"..." Mo Ran was originally furious, but he turned his head viciously when he heard the words, staring at the old man's face like a dead wood, but he seemed to be choked, unable to say anything, but the end of his eyes were red, and he couldn't help panting He was angry, and said after a long time, "It's no longer...?"

"Is no longer."

"……Can not go back?"

"Can not go back."

For the first time, the 32-year-old man's face showed a kind of bewilderment that he had when he was a child. He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and the old slave standing beside him thought that he would be violent when he opened his eyes. It exposed its molars and fangs, tearing everything in front of it.

But when Mo Ran opened his eyes again, his eye sockets were a little moist.

Perhaps it was this moisture that quenched the fire in his heart.

Mo Ran spoke, his voice was hoarse and tired: "Okay...ok...can't go back...can't go back..."

He put down his robe with infinite weariness, sat down at the stone table, and buried his face in his palm.

After a long time, he said, "Then tie a headband."

"...Your Majesty...why are you doing this..."

"My life should die. When I die, I don't want to be too lonely." When Mo Ran said this, he still didn't let go of his palm, no one could see the look on his face, "I want to change my outfit, but I don't think Accompanied by old friends."

Liu Gong sighed, "That's fake."

"Fake ones are fine."

Mo Ran said.

"Fake is better than nothing."

His long hair was bundled up and twisted again and again, and then he picked up a hair button with faded edges from the pile of old clothes. He wanted to button it on the side of his hair like when he was a boy, but looking at the reflection in the water, his hands The action stopped again.

Is it left or right?

I haven't used this hair button for a long time, and my memory has become so blurred. Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "Old Liu, do you know how I combed my hair back then?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, this old slave came to serve in the palace in the second year after you ascended the throne. I don't know."

Mo Ran said: "But I can't remember, I want someone to tell me."

"..."

"You said, where is there such a person, you can tell me." Mo Ran murmured, "Who can tell me, what I looked like..."

Old Liu Chang sighed, but couldn't tell anyone's name. In fact, Mo Ran knew in his heart that the old man had no answer to give him, so he held the black hair button in doubt, left, right, and finally buttoned it. on the left.

"It seems to be like this." Mo Ran said, "I'll ask him."

He walked to the depths of the water pavilion and came to the red lotus pond. Chu Wanning's body was lying there, and it was no different from falling asleep.

Mo Ran sat on the ground, he held his chin and said, "Master."

The wind sent the lotus fragrance, he looked at Manchi blushing in intoxication, the man with his eyes closed, suddenly felt that there was a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say.

For Chu Wanning, he always seems to have a very full emotion, but the emotion is too mixed, there are so many ups and downs in it, he can't taste whether he hates this person more, or has more other feelings, he really I don't know what to do with this person.

He once told himself that leaving Chu Wanning by his side was just to vent his hatred and satisfy his selfish desires, but later Chu Wanning died, but he left behind this body that could no longer be lingering with him, and the graves had already been erected Good, but not willing to bury.

In fact, what's the use of keeping this cold, motionless, and speechless corpse?

He probably doesn't know himself.

I have experienced too much, and the little clean things at the beginning have been completely submerged.

When Chu WanNing was alive, the two of them rarely had a peaceful time together.

Now that Chu Wanning is dead, there is some cruel gentleness between the dead and the living. Mo Ran often visits him, carrying a pot of Lihuabai, just watching, not talking much.

At this moment, with the rebel army encircling the mountain, he knew that his life span was about to expire, and Chu Wanning's body was the pinnacle of life and death, the only old man who had been with him forever.

Mo Ran suddenly wanted to have a good chat with this cold corpse. Anyway, Chu Wanning was already a corpse. He couldn't resist or scold him. No matter what he said, he had to listen obediently.

But he moved his mouth and his throat choked.

In the end, only one sentence was said.

"Master, please take care of me."

The author has something to say: madness 0.5, daily going crazy again, covering his face... who dragged this dog down to get a rabies vaccine 233333