Zhu Lan is dead

The sound of the orchestra is endless, the indoor music should be full, and some people are drunk for a long time, and they are unconscious people who get drunk with a glass of wine.

He walked past the window and stood at the door quietly for a long while, finally pushed the door open because of the scrutinizing eyes of the attendants around him.

The room was very dark, and the breath of alcohol and powder touched by the tip of his nose slowly spread, and he carefully avoided the scattered debris on the ground, and only when he got close to the seat could he see the man's hazy drunken state.

"What are you doing here?" Liang Ke squinted his eyes and looked at him with a frivolous expression.

He stood up straight with his robe sleeves in his arms, "You shouldn't be like this if you are too indulgent. It's been three days, you should wake up."

But Liang Ke acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and hugged the woman next to him tightly with one hand, changed his posture and continued to indulge in his dream.

There was silence for a while, and the flickering candle kept beating. Zhou Huaiqi stood there without moving, but not long after, the fallen man opened his eyes again and looked at him impatiently, "Why haven't you roll?"

"You're not awake yet..."

But Liang Ke couldn't help smiling, looking at his words with a slight sarcasm, "Why did you take the wrong medicine today, and you have to come to me to find a sense of existence? Do you want me to collect your body for you after you die?"

He lowered his eyelashes, pinched his finger bones, hesitated and swallowed all he wanted to say, "It's my fault, so let's say goodbye..."

"stop!"

Looking at the back of his turn, he couldn't help but look dark, "You all get out of here!"

He yelled angrily for no reason, and the musicians around him and Mei Ji, who was drunk in his arms, immediately got up and backed out.

"Come and drink with me." She raised her eyebrows and reclined lazily on the seat, but patted her thigh with one hand, and looked at the back with a dark expression.

He stood there unmoved.

"I told you to come here, didn't you hear?"

The voice sounded again, implying oppression. He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. This was the last time, the last time, and the last time to indulge him.

He turned around and walked over. Before he got close to the man, the latter reached out and grabbed him, pulling him to sit on his body.

Liang Ke reached out and took the wine glass on the side and put it to his mouth, "Drink it."

"..." He sat stiffly in his arms.

"Why, are you still afraid of me taking medicine?"

As soon as the words fell, Liang Ke suddenly reached out and squeezed his chin, and poured all the wine into it.

"You..." He covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed a few times in a muffled voice. The spicy wine burned his throat, but it was unspeakably bitter.

However, Liang Ke suddenly turned over and pushed him down on the chair, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. He watched the man lean over and press him up, opened his mouth and bit his lower lip, and rubbed him slowly until the man came out. A layer of blood.

A charming breath flowed all over his body, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, and passed along the bridge of his nose, he curled up his fingers, his hands and feet were cold and tight.

The man buried his head in his neck, hugged his waist and suddenly stopped moving, let out a long breath, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the back of his neck, just when he was about to reach out to push him, the skin between his neck suddenly touched How cold is it.

"..."

Drop by drop, it slid down the skirt of his clothes, and he was sad because he was obviously cold but inexplicably hot. He hesitated and reached out to hug him, stroking his temples with his fingers.

After waiting like this for a long time, he heard the faint sound of that person, thinking that he was really fast asleep, so he carefully pushed him away, took off his robe and covered him.

Wiping the tears from the corners of the man's eyes with his fingers, he watched him for a long time before walking out slowly and softly.

"grown ups……"

A servant walked up to him, he smiled, "Is the person here already?"

The attendant lowered his head and said, "It will arrive around sunset at dusk today..."

Hearing this, he looked up at the thin sun hanging in the sky, counting the time in his heart, and then slowly said: "Those things... Are you ready?"

"Already prepared."

With a smile in his eyes, he touched the red blood-dripping rhododendron on the branch with his fingers, "Thank you very much."

Evening sunset, sunset cloud return.

The rhododendrons at the foot of the mountain are blooming in abundance, one cluster after another, the green is sparse and gorgeous, and the bloom is boundless.

It is worthy of being called Azalea, and the mountains and plains reflect the sunset glow, which is so beautiful that people will nostalgia.

He was still drunk and fell unconscious on the back of the chair. He just sat there for two hours, but the door was suddenly opened, and a panicked attendant ran in, panting, "Master, those People have reached the foot of the mountain... Now, what should we do?"

He closed his eyes and didn't look up, but said in a muffled voice, "How many people are here?"

The attendant looked anxious, and made a hand gesture but didn't know how to describe it, "I don't know, but the foot of the mountain is already covered in darkness, about five or six thousand people..."

Is this to conquer him?

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"..."

The attendant was already impatient, he waited for a long time and didn't see him say a word, so he couldn't help but boldly stepped forward, when he was about to check the situation, he suddenly found that the person in front of him was already wet with tears.

The breeze brushed past his temples, the finger bones holding the rein turned white, but his eyes were fixed on the front.

It was fiery red in front of him, a large area of ​​rhododendrons bloomed endlessly, and under the horseshoes was fresh green grass. It was the first time he saw the beautiful scenery in front of him, but it was a pity that after a while, this field would turn into residual flowers Fallen, trampled by countless iron hooves.

"Father, it's getting late..."

Zhou Xinqu and him drove side by side, watching the sky that was about to darken, he couldn't help but frowned, the time left was running out, if there was no result before dark, their trek for half a month would be very difficult. It may be defeated in the unfamiliar terrain around it.

Behind them are soldiers who have many years of hostile experience on the battlefield, and every battle must be carefully planned and deployed. This time, Zhou Lixiao is so reckless and forcibly conquered, he cannot help but feel worried.

The strong scent of flowers on the tip of his nose seemed to overwhelm the hostility of the armored soldiers. He suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and finally lowered his eyebrows, but when Fang was about to wave his hands to order, a figure appeared indistinctly in his sight not far away.

Walking slowly through the sea of ​​flowers in a light long dress, with a quiet smile on his brows and eyes, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun in the sky, just like the safe and comfortable look many years ago.

With his sleeves flicking leaves and flowers in his hands, he walked through the sea of ​​flowers step by step with his back straight, and stopped in front of his elder brother who had been separated for more than ten years.

He bowed his head slightly and smiled, looking at the swords and guns that were so close at hand, he was not afraid at all, and just saluted him respectfully, "I have seen my brother."

It was more than ten years late for this brother, and he became close and distant, and the face in front of him that he would dream of day and night was also gradually different from the appearance in his impression.

"Why are you alone?" He said slowly, sitting on the horse's back, looking down at him.

"Isn't elder brother here just for me?" Zhou Huaiqi raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face.

However, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, and swiped it towards his chin. The sword edge was sharp, and the cold light flashed, "I have been living on the edge for so many years, now you will easily surrender?"

"Brother, don't you believe me?" Zhou Huaiqi looked at him and smiled, with the same eyebrows and eyes as before, just like the boy who talked to him many years ago.

"..."

Consciously ignoring the sarcasm in Zhou Lixiao's eyes, he said calmly: "My younger brother is here alone to beg for one thing."

Suppressing the strong killing intent in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Say!"

"I am responsible for my own crimes, but I beg Your Majesty not to suffer bloody disasters and burn people."

"Hmph." He looked at his look of letting others slaughter him, and his eyes were sullen, "You can't escape your crime, but it would be worthless if I came here empty-handed!"

The meaning of this is already obvious.

He bowed his head in silence, and after a while, raised his head and smiled at him, "Then, can your majesty listen to me?"

He frowned and remained silent, while Zhou Xinqu looked anxiously at the sky in the distant mountains.

Zhou Huaiqi opened her mouth, showing the appearance of a storyteller in a teahouse. "The ancient state of Shu was a peaceful and prosperous country. The land was fertile, and the people had enough food and clothing. They were carefree. When they were full and warm, they thought about sex. They only cared about indulgence and pleasure. Soon, no one remembered the time to sow seeds... ..."

"What do you want to say?"

Zhou Huaiqi looked at him with a smile, and the expression in his eyes looked straight into his heart, "And their king is a diligent and responsible king. In order to prevent the people from being happy and forgetting their worries, he ran around every time it was time to plant seeds, urging the people Seize the spring to sow seeds."

His eyes moved, and he suddenly felt a little sad, "It's just that he became sick from overwork, and it became a habit for the people to sow seeds. The monarch also passed away prematurely, but because he cared about the people and couldn't forget it, he turned into a family after death. It’s a little bird, flying around every spring, singing, with blood dripping from its screaming beak.”

Stretching out his hands to hold the rhododendrons around his body, the fiery red color against the plain white skin was shockingly beautiful, "Then the blood dripped all over the mountains and fields, turning into these blossoming rhododendrons..."①

He raised his head again, looked at him and said, "Your Majesty is a diligent and responsible monarch just like this monarch Du Yu."

"So... the co-lord of the world, only you, deserve it."

"..."

His heart trembled suddenly, he frowned and asked in doubt, "What do you mean?"

After talking about this passage, I felt a little dry mouth. Zhou Huaiqi coughed a few times, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed by the weight on her lower limbs. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her knees and said, "Of course what I mean is, to praise you..."

"..."

He couldn't help sneering, but he didn't expect that the day he had been waiting for for more than ten years would be the result in front of him. The green blade in his hand moved forward, and he suddenly swung it, cutting off his chest. A few strands of blue silk hanging down.

"Get out of the way, your account, I will settle it slowly when I go back!"

Zhou Huaiqi stood still, her body still straight, and the expression in her eyes became more and more determined, "If your majesty wants to go there, you should step on your younger brother first?"

"You think I don't dare?" He yelled angrily, suddenly feeling like he was powerless to fight back with his foot on the cotton. His younger brother was still the same as before. Mouth tell tales.

"That's how it is..." Zhou Huaiqi sighed suddenly, her face turned pale and feeble when she lowered her head, she reached out and groped around her waist, and suddenly took out a fire bag.

"Father, be careful!" Seeing something bad, Zhou Xinqu thought that he was going to do something bad, so he quickly pulled out a long whip from his waist, and swung it violently.

There was a sound of "pop", the fire fold in his hand was pinched well, but a wound suddenly opened on the white forehead, a burst of burning pain, blood burst instantly, and flowed down the clear eyebrows...

"bleeding……"

He reached out to touch it unconsciously, his fingertips were stained red, and his expression was slightly painful. Zhou Lixiao looked at him quietly, and suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Zhou Huaiqi looked up at him, her eyes were as clear and clean as ever, without resentment.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make out what he was saying, and then the fire folder in his hand was suddenly polished, and he threw it into the grass beside him.

A gust of cool wind swept past the fragrance of flowers, and the tip of his nose could faintly smell the smell of sex. He was startled suddenly, and before he could make a sound, he saw the cluster of flames bursting violently, carrying the whole place with him. The flowers and plants burned quickly.

"Retreat!! Retreat quickly!!"

Immediately, someone yelled and ordered the whole army to retreat. He watched helplessly as the man fell to the ground unsteadily, and his face was quickly blurred by the burning flames.

He subconsciously pulled the rein to try to pull him, but the horse under him suddenly refused to obey, and hurriedly stepped on the horse's hooves and retreated backwards.

"Father, let's go!"

Zhou Xinqu anxiously reached out and pulled his sleeves to lead the whole army back, but the flames were getting bigger and stronger under the momentum of the mountain wind.

The red glow was shining, and half the sky was red in an instant.

The priming medicine that had been carefully buried long ago grew bigger and bigger under his fanning the flames, but there was a smile in his eyes, and he stood up slowly with his palms on the ground, burning him without any scruples. He just looked quietly at the team that was forced away by the fire, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

The blood on his forehead continued to flow down, staining half of his face red. He raised his eyes to see the faint sunset in the sky, but turned around and returned back the same way little by little.

Surrounded by green hills and green water, only the land under his feet is burning hot.

The rhododendrons around him were reduced to ashes under the flames. The strong fragrance and smoke made him unable to see clearly. He suddenly breathed uncontrollably. With his fingertips, the skin was scorched little by little, until it was burned open to blood.

"Sorry……"

He looked at the mountain gate not far away so quietly, and suddenly felt that the hatred in the past disappeared at this moment.

The tears falling from the corners of his eyes were dried up by the fire, and he staggered forward, but he couldn't bear it in the end, and slowly knelt down on the ground with his legs, letting the fire engulf him completely.

The door was suddenly slammed open, and before he raised his head, the figure suddenly walked up to him, grabbing his clothes with one hand, "Didn't you say you wanted to protect him, what about others?!"

He raised his head slowly, the tears in the corners of his eyes had dried up, but he smiled wearily, "He wants to kill himself, how can I stop it."

Ye Fan looked at him, his brows flushed red, "Then can you just watch him die?"

"..."

"It's a foregone conclusion now, what can you do?" He stretched out his hand suddenly to shake off his restraint.

"He shouldn't be like this..." Suddenly stood up numbly, Ye Fan looked at him and said: "It shouldn't have ended like this..."

His eyes were ashen, but he chuckled, "But he asked for it."

"..."

But he got up slowly, looking out of the corner of the window at the already darkened sky, under the night wind blowing, he could clearly hear the burning sound at the foot of the mountain, and the night that reflected the red half of the sky.

"He's dead..." Tears rolled down his eyes again, he was stunned for a moment before suddenly turning around to look at Ye Fanji.

"You should go and bury him with him."

After finishing these words, Ye Fan felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to escape, but suddenly there was a figure behind him, and before he could react in the future, he suddenly twisted his back His arms forced his whole body down.

A familiar feeling hit his heart, and his heart was shocked. He gritted his teeth and said, "Liang Ke!"

After several struggles to no avail, the person in front of him slowly squatted down, smiled at him and said, "Aren't you the most loyal to him..." Those dark pupils suddenly became hot, as if reflecting firelight , revealing a bit ferocious and crazy, "Then why not accompany him on the road together."

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①The allusion of Rhododendron is quoted from Baidu Encyclopedia