Canghe

Before New Year's Eve, a silent purge began in the capital, and the biting wind seemed to have blades flying.There is a faint smell of blood in the court, there is dirty blood and clean blood, after washing away the filth, there will be some pain under the feet of stepping on the official ranks, there is a tingling pain and there is also a dull pain, a thorn in the heart, falling to the foot It has taken root, until the moment I close my eyes, I am afraid that there will be no peace.

Jin He hasn't gone out for two months, it seems that all the blood and pain are kept outside the door, but it's just like that.The huge Jin Mansion has stopped functioning since the day the news of Gongsun's death came, like a funeral.

Jin He stays behind closed doors, only Mi Zhu brings some meals in every day.Send it in and then out, send it in and then out.No one knew what Jin He did in the two months after Gongsun's death, but the snow in the capital was getting bigger and bigger, covering everything up, and the pain contained the salty taste of death, making people taste bitter.On the night of two days after Gongsun's death, Cang Lan handed You Zhu a piece of jade, which was still soaked with Cang Lan's uncongealed blood. Cang Lan looked at You Zhu without saying a word. After a long time, he smiled and moved out. A series of coughs, "You..." Mi Zhu was stunned, Cang Lan said: "Wash this jade and give it to the young master", Mi Zhu didn't know what to say, she nodded blankly, and was about to leave, Cang Lan said. Lan suddenly pressed his shoulder with such strength that Ni Zhu almost screamed, "Take care of him..." After saying that, she turned and left.The moonlight was not bright that night, and it was so bright that it was hard to see whether the traces of the road were sweat, blood or tears.

Ni Zhu looked down at the jade in his hand, feeling a little lost for a moment.He took out a handkerchief from his bosom, wiped it and stopped, and wrapped the jade into the handkerchief.

When Ni Zhu gave the jade to Jin He, he didn't dare to raise his head. He only said that Cang Lan stole it. Without his talking, Jin He naturally recognized that it was Gongsun's close-fitting warm jade.It's just that there's a little more red on it now.

Cang Lan suffered from a serious illness, and spent the past two months on the bed. Recovering from his illness made him very depressed, but after all, people in the royal family are not vegetarians, and even if he is excellent in martial arts, he still needs to recover slowly.

There are two masters and servants, one stays behind closed doors, the other sleeps on a couch, and they have a tacit understanding, but they both missed the most beautiful snow scene in the capital, and the elegant thing of making tea and enjoying the snow was missing.

This year, the snow in the capital is abnormally heavy. It seems that the entire capital is buried under a sheet of white snow. The quiet and resplendent, the quiet streets and alleys, the people walking on the street seem to be walking on thin ice, and what spreads is a kind of fear. , soaked from the walls of the tall and heavy mansions of the rich and powerful in the capital, and permeated the entire city.It's like the fear of a wild beast jumping out of the darkness without knowing when, shocking your soul invisibly.

Gongsun died.

Buried in the snow of mass graves, forever unruly souls and closed eyes.

Prime Minister Gongsun's hair was almost completely white, and the prime minister who had lost his son was finally unable to maintain his usual youthful appearance.The phase is vacant, but no one dares to think about it. The situation is tense right now.

The night before Cang Lan went to steal the jade, she saw Prime Minister Gongsun collecting the dead body for Gongsun silently with blank eyes. At this time, the white-haired person is going to send the black-haired person to taste the bitterest and saddest taste in the world. A cup of tea is brewing and brewing. The longer the time passes, the more bitter the taste will be. .Everyone in the world says that it is the most painful thing to want to support but not to be loved. However, there are thousands of painful things in this world, so how can we say which kind of pain is the most painful and which kind of injury is the most painful.Enlightenment, Enlightenment, all things are empty, except for a handful of loess, which is wiped out in ashes and smoke.

Cang Lan has already forgotten the concept of fatherly love, maybe it is because of the deep helplessness and fragility of Prime Minister Gongsun.Cang Lan stayed quietly in the dark for a while, and finally turned and left.For that person, he can even be a small boy, but the heat and light in his heart cannot be extinguished.

Cang Lan sighed secretly, and went to make good preparations to snatch the jade from the royal group tomorrow.After all, it was the last comfort of a grieving father.

The wind blows the snow, and how many people have sleepless nights before New Year's Eve.

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