[Xianze] Danbo Bookstore Jiangnan Branch

*Mount Huangling

Fan Xian and Li Chengze walked down the valley for three days, and stayed at the Luyu Inn. If they couldn't find a place to rest, they simply ate dry food and stayed overnight in the carriage.Although Li Chengze used to be the second prince of Nanqing, he had no complaints about eating and sleeping in the open, and even found it a novelty.Fan Xian especially admired his casualness that wasn't too fastidious.

Fan Xian can be called a fine person, the leader of eating, drinking and having fun.Unexpectedly, Li Chengze was also well aware of court elegance, and when the two combined left and right, they could always come up with some fresh tricks for fun, which was a great joy.

The horseshoe drove south out of the outskirts of the valley, and came to the densely populated town at the bottom of Huangling Mountain.The weather is getting warmer, but Li Chengze spends more time in a daze. He always looks at the Huangling Mountain in the distance, without saying a word.

This mountain is gloomy, with a solitary green mountain standing on the top of the clouds, followed by a dozen silent hills, there is really nothing to see.But a new chess player was buried inside. He started with ruthless moves, set up two chess pieces, Li Chengze and Fan Xian, on the chessboard in the capital, and played with them as he wished.

Until he died, he could still see the scars and marks left on others.One remained in Fan Xian's heart, and the other remained in Li Chengze.

But they have allowed Emperor Qing to play with them like string puppets for the first half of their lives, and they still want to leave the scars used to nail the puppet strings to ache in the second half of the night?

Anyway, it was Fan Xian who absolutely refused to suffer from this old devil.

So on the afternoon of the third day, they caught a few crucian carp from the stream and referred to a nearby inn to cook crucian carp tofu soup.While Li Chengze was happily drinking the soup, Fan Xianfa asked:

"Tomorrow, let's take an extra trip, how about going to Huangling Mountain?"

Li Chengze's hand holding the spoon froze, but he still lowered his head and sucked the fragrant soup into his mouth without saying a word.

Fan Xian didn't rush, just chewed the steamed buns with shredded potatoes.Li Chengze was still sipping the crucian carp soup without any expression on his face.The two ate their dinner in silence, the only sound left on the table was the sound of bowls and chopsticks.Li Chengze finally sniffed and said, "Okay."

He put the chopsticks down on the table half-heavily, flung off his sleeves and went back into the room.

Fan Xian also drank his portion of soup.After the meal, he went for a walk around the small town outside the inn by himself, and delivered a letter from Feige to Hangzhou. When he got back to his residence, the light in Li Chengze's room had long been turned off, and there was no sound in the room.

The people in the room seemed to be asleep, but Fan Xian still bent his fingers and knocked on the door, saying, "Quick sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."

He went back to his room, put his head on his hands and looked at the top of the bed.But he also listened to the wind rising at night and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Although there are ordinary people resting and farming at the foot of the Huangling Mountain, the road to the halfway up the mountain has been filled with mud and irrigated into an expensive stone road, which is strictly guarded by the Royal Guards. Officials below grades are open.As for weekdays, any intervention outside the royal family is strictly prohibited, and officials above the seventh rank need to have a royal token to enter temporarily.Such strict security is to reflect the noble body of the royal family, which is still feared and respected by the world after entering the coffin.

A not-so-fancy buggy drove across the mud, leaving two wet ruts on the white flagstone.Sitting in the front of the car was a young man who couldn't see clearly, and slowly drove towards the heavily armed guards.

Under the signal of the leading guard, the carriage gently stopped in front of the imperial army holding red-tasseled guns.The soldiers shouted: "The Forbidden Army of the Imperial Mausoleum is directly under His Majesty. If there is any abnormality, cut it first and then play it."

The man driving the carriage jumped out of the carriage very cooperatively, put his hands behind his back habitually, and showed his face to the leader of the imperial army openly.When the leader saw the appearance of the person coming, his expression immediately changed, and he respectfully led the soldiers behind him to salute.

Two rows of soldiers stretching neatly on the snow-white stone road unloaded their guns and saluted one by one. The scene was so spectacular that those who didn't know it thought His Majesty was there in person.

"Lord Xiao Fan." The leader said respectfully.

Fan Xian nodded and said, "Commander Xie, I want to go up the mountain, can you please let me go."

Leader Xie cupped his hands again and said, "Subordinates should know the identity of Master Xiao Fan, but to act impartially is really..."

"What is it?" Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, although he understood that the leader must show his official document or token, and then check the carriage behind him before letting him go.But he stood in front of the carriage with a half-smile, and after exerting enough pressure, he waved his hand back gracefully, lifted the curtain covering the interior of the carriage, and said, "Look."

Sitting alone in the car was a man wearing a black veiled hat, his face was covered by a thick black veil, only the thin figure of the visitor could be vaguely seen, and the gender could not be discerned for a while.

Fan Xian shook his head properly and sighed, and said distressedly: "To tell you the truth, Lao Xie, this is the ugly daughter-in-law that the old lady in Danzhou forcibly forced me into. The late emperor had a promise that before getting married, she would be shown to him, so he took the liberty of taking her to Huangling Mountain."

He pulled Lieutenant Xie aside again, and complained like a prodigal son deeply troubled by marriage: "The daughter-in-law chosen by this old lady is dark, thin and ugly. I really don't want her to see people, for fear of being laughed at." Ah." In the dark, Fan Xian quietly took out a token with a dragon pattern engraved on the surface, shook it quickly under the commander's nose, and said softly, "The token given by the Holy Majesty can come in and out freely, and cannot be blocked. Among them Relationship, you think about it yourself."

The two horses honked, and the carriage resumed its journey.The scenery on the road from halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain became more and more rigorous. Every few steps, court ladies and eunuchs holding lotus lanterns saluted and bowed, and a strong smell of smoke came from a distance.

"Ugly daughter-in-law?" the person in the car asked.That voice was deep and full of anger, big or small, and it could never be a woman.

Fan Xian took advantage of it and bluffed the commander of the mausoleum with another set of tricks. He changed the subject and said, "Hey, the air on this mountain is really nice."

"When did the third brother give you a pass token so that you can come and go freely?"

"Oh, this one," Fan Xian said as he tossed the well-crafted jet-black token around his waist, "I bought it at the grocery store down the mountain. Who doesn't know that I have an unusual relationship with the third child, so how can anyone dare to take a close look at it?" .”

Although this move was bad, it did allow the two of them to travel unimpeded all the way.In the past few days, Li Chengze was used to riding on the bumpy and muddy forest paths, and sometimes he was tossed by the shaking carriage so that his back ached.But walking silently on this flat and deadly white stone slab, he thought of the road when he entered the palace to meet his father in the past, which made his heart sink a little bit like an iron weight was tied.

Their feelings for Emperor Qing are very complicated, and it is difficult to sum it up in one word.The life was given by Emperor Qing, and the road was chosen by Emperor Qing. Emperor Qing never left them much choice.

So Li Chengze hated him mercilessly, and finally gave him the curse of "widowhood and loneliness".But even so, he was still his son—this was the most hateful thing.Because even though Emperor Qing died, he still existed on Li Chengze's body all the time.Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, he would suddenly see Emperor Qing's indifference from the eyes of the person in the mirror; sometimes when he was reading poems, he could hear the ruthlessness of Emperor Qing in his own voice.As long as he is alive, Emperor Qing is still alive.

The great fear is often not a moment, but the aftermath of layers when recalled in the future.

The carriage stopped.Li Chengze heard Fan Xian negotiate a few words with the guards at the entrance of the worship hall outside the car, and he probably used a token that did not exist to bluff others again.

Then someone knocked on the axle twice, and Fan Xian said to the inside: "Come out, I'll make them stay away."

When things came to an end, Li Chengze didn't want to twitch.As expected, the surrounding guards and eunuchs all bowed their heads silently and withdrew to the two sides, leaving only a few imperial guards waiting a hundred meters away from the main hall.

The main hall of worship is located at the top of Huangling Mountain, which is dedicated to the tablets of emperors and queens of the Nanqing Dynasty.Emperor Nanqing didn't believe in immortality, nor did he seek bliss after death, so he rarely built mausoleums, and they were all buried in the mountains behind Huangling Mountain.There are continuous apricot trees and maple trees planted on the mountain, and the view ahead is wide, and the greenery is lush in early summer.

Less than a year after the death of the first emperor, the Holy One ordered eminent monks to chant scriptures day and night in the hall for salvation.After Fan Xian gave the order to evacuate with a false token, several rows of eminent monks holding scriptures and wearing cassocks also came out quietly from the red and blue painted hall, taking away the smell of incense.

The two of them went upstream, crossed the door into the hall, and passed various solemn golden Buddhist niches and guardian statues with small steps.Fan Xian recognized at a glance that the tablets and portraits enshrined on the orange-red main altar were none other than the former Emperor Qing.

He grabbed Li Chengze's hand and walked over slowly as if taking a walk. Li Chengze's hands didn't shake, and his steps were very steady, but his expression was unpredictable.

Looking up at the portrait of the late emperor, Fan Xian laughed: "Why doesn't it feel like it?"

Li Chengze also raised his head and looked at it for a moment. Emperor Qing was sitting in the middle of the portrait in court clothes, with two curls of hair hanging vividly on his temples.He looked down at Li Chengze, but the light in his eyes was benevolent.

Fan Xian's palm was very hot, slowly melting the weight that was sinking in Li Chengze's heart.He said: "Only the father is kind and kind, but the remaining nine parts are ruthless and cruel."

Fan Xian liked it, and then said loudly: "I came to see you, old man, how are you doing in the underworld?"

Li Chengze didn't know what to say for a moment, but he just looked at the hanging painting that didn't look very similar, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: who knew that Emperor Qing was lying on the ground one day, but he was standing here alive?

Of course he hated Emperor Qing mercilessly, but he couldn't help but think of the time when he was a child, before he lost all illusions about the role of emperor father, Emperor Qing would occasionally come to Concubine Shu's palace.

"It looks quite similar to me." Emperor Qing stroked his soft chin, as if he was teasing a thin bird.

But Li Chengze at that time didn't understand that in Emperor Qing's eyes, he was no different from a bird, a flower, a stone, or a chess piece.He thought the rough hand on his chin was a reward and a compliment.So he proudly puffed up his chest and told his father what books he had read and what stories he had heard.Emperor Qing listened casually, and asked him to read less idle books and read more about the ways of emperors.

The news of Emperor Qing's visit to Concubine Shu and the Second Prince would definitely spread to the East Palace within an hour. Li Chengqian, who was younger than him, would always stare at him fiercely. How could those eyes look like what brothers should have?

But Li Chengze didn't know.At that time he thought he had received his father's love.

Li Chengze took a deep breath, as if he wanted to exhale this entire gloomy childhood memory out of his body, never to remember it again.But the reason why he is Li Chengze is mostly because Emperor Qing shaped him.

Let's look at another clay figurine made by Emperor Qing—perhaps the most failed one.Fan Xian stood in front of him with broad shoulders, and was speaking some witty words without respect to Emperor Qing's portrait.It was precisely because he jumped off the chessboard that all the stories were reversed.

"Hey, I think you really belong to the category of curiosity that killed the cat. Uncle Wuzhu's blindfold is something normal people dare to take off?"

"I don't know if you were beaten up by my old lady and Uncle Chen."

"You said that you are a father, and none of your children dare to come to worship you (although you have killed several of them), will you fail?"

Li Chengze interjected, "Aren't we here?"

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and turned around, seeing that Li Chengze's expression became brighter, he smiled and said, "Who told you that we are here to worship—is he worthy?"

"I came here this time purely to protest against you." Fan Xian said, simply raising Li Chengze's hand and pointing to the portrait, "Have you seen this guy? Son, my second brother."

Li Chengze felt something new about Fan Xian's title of "Second Brother". He turned his head to the side, the candles and incense on the table were still covered with white mist, and Fan Xian's face was only open-minded.He said: "Old fox, you think you played a good game of chess, but the chess pieces are not chess pieces, they are people. No one's fate is decided by you."

The hourly bell rang in the distance, resounding loudly throughout the entire Huangling Mountain, and the silent woods stirred up a layer of birds.This continuous roar is like a whisper to comfort the undead, but it is also like an angry roar of the undead.But no matter which one, Fan Xian was not afraid.

"I don't want you to rest in peace. I hope you just open your eyes and look at the world, and see your chess pieces living here according to their own temperament, endlessly, with a long history."

Having said that, Fan Xian turned around and asked, "Is there anything else you want to add?"

Li Chengze took three sticks of incense from the niche, walked to Emperor Qing's tablet, and bowed deeply first.

"Royal Father." He still shouted, using this sound to thank Emperor Qing for his birth and "cultivation".It's hard to express their feelings for Emperor Qing with only one word of hatred. After all, the more they want to get rid of Emperor Qing's shadow, the more he will appear in their bodies.This is the horror of blood.

Li Chengze raised his head, looked into the eyes of Emperor Qing in the portrait, and said word by word: "You died well."

He planted three sticks of incense, and flicked his sleeves, he was about to walk out the door, but he couldn't hear Fan Xian behind him. Li Chengze asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Fan Xian raised his hand and took aim at Emperor Qing's head in the portrait. He closed one eye and raised his finger.

"Biu~" he said.

Li Chengze knew that he was crazy, but he actually thought that Fan Xian was so handsome.

Originally, they wanted to leave Huangling Mountain that day, but when they walked halfway up the mountain, they were stopped by General Xie, who was guarding the tomb, saying that it was getting late at night, so they respectfully invited them to stay in the mountain lodging for a night.Fan Xian was not afraid that they would find out that the token was fake - after all, the current emperor would not be able to do anything to him.After thinking about it, he agreed, and only asked that he should try not to arrange a maid.

"My ugly daughter-in-law doesn't like to be seen by outsiders." Fan Xian said with a smile, and felt a hand stretched out from the carriage, pinching his waist fiercely.

Huangling Mountain is visited by the royal family and nobles all the year round, and the Qingyuan where they stayed is naturally managed according to the royal family's standards.The commander of the mausoleum prepared two rooms for them, and the maids who served inside were all sent from the palace. They brought the meals well-trained and then hurriedly withdrew their heads.

Li Chengze looked at the exquisite and luxurious decoration in the room, thinking that he had returned to the imperial palace in Kyoto.As for the meals on the table, they are all served with high-quality silverware. In addition to a few common yams, okra, and shredded potatoes, there are also beef and nourishing soups that ordinary people cannot eat.

Li Chengze lost his appetite after moving his chopsticks a few times.He began to miss the beggar chicken and wild fruit that he ate with Fan Xian in the forest.Later they also tried grilling fish, but unfortunately, after putting the fish on the flame, he and Fan Xian hugged each other for a long time and didn't get over it.

Maybe he missed Fan Xian, even though he was in the next room.

Outside the window, the setting sun is gradually falling, and the imperial mausoleum hall on the top of the mountain can be seen from the dormitory on the mountainside.The red and blue worship palace stood in the dusk, gloomy and solemn, like the eyes of his father, watching him mockingly and indifferently all the time.

The palace seemed to say in the night: You are all my sons.My despicability is also your despicability, and my ruthlessness is also your ruthlessness. You think you have escaped my control, but this is still the fate I arranged for you.

When Fan Xian entered Li Chengze's room, he saw him lying barefoot on the beauty couch by the window, wearing a maroon robe, silently watching the ancestor sacrifice who was motionless in the night and moonlight. At the palace, an empty jug of rice wine was poured at his feet.

"So leisurely and elegant?" Fan Xian sat down beside him.

Li Chengze's eyes were foggy due to alcohol, but his mind was exceptionally clear.Fan Xian was wearing his favorite white robe, with an expression that somewhat understood Li Chengze's transparency. Under the moonlight, he looked like an exile from another world, as if he had come from another world and was about to arrive soon. Go to another country.

"You call me Second Brother in the main hall." Li Chengze mentioned.

"You were supposed to be my second brother, but you don't bark on weekdays, because you feel it's annoying." Fan Xian gestured while drinking, "In the 'Wonderland', it is illegal for close relatives to marry, and the children born are prone to orthopedics. Disease, referred to as orthopedics (he made up nonsense)."

Li Chengze raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want to give birth to me?"

The corner of Fan Xian's mouth twitched: "How did I give birth?"

Li Chengze deliberately looked at his abdomen, and said as if he had thought about it seriously: "It seems that I can't give birth either?"

"……I know."

"In Nanqing, intermarriage of close relatives is not considered a glorious thing. But when you see the eldest princess, you will find that our Li family is basically crazy, and will unconsciously be attracted to people with the same blood. She is like this, Li Chengqian is like this," Li Chengze hooked Fan Xian's white robe with the back of his foot, and said softly, "I am no exception."

Fan Xian glanced at the imperial tomb that was still eye-catching in the night, guessed what he hadn't said, and said, "Do you think that this curse of blood love is part of the chess game set up by Emperor Qing and used by him? "

Li Chengze looked at him fixedly.Fan Xian held his right foot that was exposed outside the bay red robe. This was a pair of pampered nobles' feet, but it was cold, like a midnight nightmare.

Fan Xian squeezed his instep, leaned forward, kissed Li Chengze's cheek, and smelled the aroma of rice wine.

"Then he counted thousands of times, and he probably didn't count on the two of us. Because we are together, it's not that we have similarities with the Li family—it's because we are not similar."

Li Chengze embraced his neck with both hands, the maroon robe slipped off his shoulders, their lips stuck together, sucking the scent of wine left in each other's saliva.Fan Xian slowly put his whole weight on Li Chengze's body. He held Li Chengze's barefoot hand and slid it all the way up. When it touched his waist, Li Chengze trembled.

The wine jug fell to the side, and the beige wine dripped onto the floor.Outside the courtyard came the last stroke of midnight.Attracted by the bell that shook the earth, they all looked out of the window at the same time. The majestic ancestor hall was still looking at them coldly, as if they were cursing or roaring.

"It's better to be rebellious to the end and let Emperor Qing watch his chess game mess up." Fan Xian whispered in Li Chengze's ear, "What do you think, second brother?"

Only the Nanqing emperors of the past dynasties can be buried in the majestic and solemn Huangling Mountain. The mountains are full of incense and chanting all day long, so it is reasonable to refrain from pure desire.However, at the resting place on the mountainside, there are windows and doors open facing the top of the mountain. A pair of figures in red and white clothes are illuminated by the snow-white moonlight.

Li Chengze's back was pressed against the couch, and Fan Xian bit his neck back and forth, like a predator trimming the wings of his prey.Li Chengze could only grab the white gauze on his back, twisting his waist unconsciously, not knowing why the painful and itchy feeling around his own neck could make him so emotional.

Fan Xian slowly kissed his lips along his chest, grabbed one side of his chest and sucked repeatedly, making a humiliating water-stained sound that Li Chengze almost wanted to avoid.He had no choice but to force himself up, and touched the back of Fan Xian's hairy head with his hands, and said with a sigh, "What's so good about a man's breasts?"

Fan Xian then bit it lightly with his teeth, and Li Chengze felt an itch on his back as if a sharp sword had been cut across his throat. His waist was already arched upwards, and his feet unconsciously wrapped around Fan Xian's legs.

"The reaction is a bit big." Fan Xian said leisurely, and kept stroking Li Chengze's waist through the red robe with his hands, and found that the body underneath soon became limp as if it had no bones.While untying Li Chengze's belt, he looked at the other party, but saw Li Chengze biting his knuckles, with a shyness on his face that was rarely seen in 300 years.

Fan Xian moved his index finger and kissed the corner of Li Chengze's eye. They kissed each other's mouth tenderly, and the end of their breath carried nostalgia for every minute and every second of this moment.Li Chengze's belt slipped to the ground and was stained with fragrant wine. He raised his head, revealing a fair and fragile neck. His jet-black hair was scattered around in a mess, and it was almost entangled with Fan Xian's, no longer separated from each other. .

Fan Xian was still rubbing his hands under his body. Li Chengze wanted to stop him but also hoped that he would continue, frowning softly, and kept kissing Fan Xian's forehead.

When they are in love, they will boldly pour out the love words that are too sensational on weekdays, and the minds of the two of them become more and more chaotic, and they can only hear each other's clinging breath.

Fan Xian seemed to be calling him Qingqing, and he replied baby, but he didn't know how to call him next to express the tenderness in his heart.They could only kiss each other with their lips and tongues, hugging each other tightly, wishing to melt their flesh and blood together.Fan Xian pinched Li Chengze's legs to his sides, and coaxed him into his ear, "Little Chu, it might hurt a little."

Li Chengze laughed into a handful of lake water under the moonlight. He rubbed Fan Xian's back with the back of his foot, bit Fan Xian's chin and panted, "Serve me comfortably, I will reward you."

Let's enjoy... for the rest of my life, the dream of embracing each other under the moon.

Fan Xian poked forward, like a dolphin jumping out of the sea.Li Chengze's insteps were arched, and a half-painful, half-itchy moan brewed in his throat.He felt something scorching hot, nailed into his body, and it would never leave.His heart was beating wildly, and his brain was one step faster than his body, feeling infinite satisfaction and pleasure.

Fan Xian waited for him to adapt for a while, crossed his legs, and straightened his waist.The wooden couch creaked.Li Chengze snorted softly, and he began to be confused whether the drunkenness welling up from the depths of his body was from the wine or from Fan Xian.He only felt that he was a small boat drifting in the Lingding Ocean, and only by holding onto Fan Xian's arms could he withstand the storm.

The tingling pleasure flowed down his back to his limbs, and Li Chengze was almost blinded by the moonlight and tears.But he couldn't bear to close his eyes, he couldn't bear to look into Fan Xian's eyes, the animal desire and wildness in those eyes were agitated because of him.All Li Chengze can do is to accept, accept happiness, accept the world, accept Fan Xian.

Their rhythm became faster and faster, and Li Chengze unconsciously twisted his waist in the rhythm of pleasure, shaking his head and chanting Fan Xian's name: "Fan Xian...well, good man, good man, huh...he's about to fall out. "The voice was almost crying, which made Fan Xian feel affectionate, and he only wished that he could turn Li Chengze upside down and lose everything.

Li Chengze carved three or four red scratches on Fan Xian's back. Fan Xian asked him to sit on his body, and rubbed upwards the connecting part of the two with his body strength.Li Chengze's nose and the corners of his eyes were red, and his body trembled intermittently, but he still hugged Fan Xian tightly, begging for forgiveness while swinging his waist, desperately grabbing for more pleasure.

Pleasure is accumulating generously, accumulating into explosives that captivate the mind, buried in the bones and waiting for the final burst.The hall outside the window was still looking at them angrily, but Li Chengze glanced over, but smiled in relief.

People are not sages, it is difficult to break the thread of love, this is a common thing, there is no need to hide it.He remembered the advice his mother had given him, who had seen them clearly.

Li Chengze tried his best to climb onto Fan Xian's shoulders, and when he was about to climax and was about to throw out the shout completely, he bit Fan Xian's ear, and intermittently conveyed his love in his ear.

"If you die, we will be buried together under the willows in the West Lake, okay?"

The muscles and bones of his whole body were tense, a violent and hot indulgence rose from his abdomen, and a provocative cry overflowed from his throat, as if he wanted to shout out his own life.A burst of fireworks and peonies floated in front of his eyes, and Li Chengze lost his strength and fell back. Fan Xian, who hadn't released yet, barely caught him and rubbed him in his arms.

They hugged each other tightly, Li Chengze closed his eyes and panted heavily, his eyelashes flickered weakly, and the aftertaste in his body was still pouring towards him like a tide.He found an unprecedented sense of security in Fan Xian's arms, which made him suddenly wish that this moment would be the end of his life.However, this is not the end, they will have many beginnings.

Fan Xian kissed the corner of his exhausted mouth, and interrupted, "Why do you always want to die, let's have sex under the West Lake first."

... The rare sensational atmosphere was destroyed.Li Chengze wanted to pinch Fan Xian's neck, but Fan Xian grabbed his hand.The two of them clasped their fingers together, and they really understood each other's intentions.

Fan Xian said, "It's too early for you to enjoy me, can I continue?"

Li Chengze hadn't even uttered the word "wait", his body had already been flipped over swiftly, and the pleasure he had just realized just now surged into his mind again following Fan Xian's advance.He feebly grasped the already messy robes scattered under his body, and thought in a daze amidst unstoppable groans: It's over, he was completely killed by Fan Xianke in this life.

TBC