Zhu Lan is dead

01

The green leaves are flourishing, and the atrium is full of shade.

It was cool summer, and the cicadas on the top of the tree kept calling, and the whole courtyard was quiet and noisy at the same time.

A green leaf fell from its head, and its white and tender little hand immediately grabbed it to eat it. Just as it was stuffed into its mouth, a small face suddenly wrinkled.

"Fool, is it delicious?"

There was a burst of laughter from the courtyard, and the child looked up, and saw a young man in a thin summer shirt walking towards him, with slender eyebrows and bright eyes, he was really good-looking.

The big eyes suddenly turned into a pair of crescent moons, and the child immediately stretched out his small hands towards the boy, as if he wanted to hug him.

"Tsk tsk, do you think I know you?"

The young man squatted down in front of him with frivolous eyebrows, and pinched his chubby face with his slender fingers, but the strength of the strike seemed to be lost, and a blush suddenly appeared on the immature skin.

The child's eyes were red immediately, and there was rain and mist in Lingxiu's eyes.

"Don't cry, or I don't want you!"

When the young man saw something bad, he immediately yelled to stop, so the child could only endure the grievance and swallowed, trying to put on a cute appearance and wait for the young man to coax him.

As if he could read the meaning of an adult, every time the boy threatened him not to let him go, he immediately endured all the grievances and said nothing. When the boy saw him like this, he felt a little interesting for a moment, and suddenly reached out and hugged him. over him.

And when the child saw that the boy was willing to reach out to hug him, he immediately giggled excitedly, stretched out his short hand to wrap his arms around the boy's neck, rubbed his mouth against the boy's neck, and wiped the saliva all over his face.

"..."

The boy almost threw him on the ground on the spot, resisting the sticky feeling and wiped all the saliva back onto the kid's newly sewn short jacket, which made his heart itch, and he giggled again.

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm not a fool." The boy looked at him and sighed speechlessly, and then put him on the rattan chair under the flower stand.

He took a piece of bamboo pole from nowhere, waved it around in the air with a gesture, and the top of the bamboo pole suddenly pointed at the child.

"Look out, little fool, I'll dance a sword for you today to show you what it means to be powerful!"

As he said that, he waved his sword posture, lifted the flip, and swung his body and swept it down with a long wind, setting off a thin cloud of dust on the ground. Several green leaves swirled and fell down one after another. Obviously there was no cold light or sharp edge, but they could produce a A sharp feeling of a three-foot green edge.

It’s just that children don’t seem to appreciate it, and they don’t have the ability to discern pearls. After giggling for a while, they grabbed the fallen green leaves and stuffed them into their mouths. happy.

Suddenly, a bamboo pole was placed around his neck, and the young man pointed at him with disdain and said: "You know how to eat the worthless things!"

The child smiled at him, seemed to understand the words, and immediately threw away the leaf in his hand.

The young man suddenly stepped forward and approached him and said, "You should learn from me, otherwise what should you do if you are bullied and have no power to fight back? Are you waiting to be slaughtered?"

The child tilted his head to look at him, showing that he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Forget it." The young man sighed and took back the bamboo pole, "Look at you being so stupid, you are only qualified to be bullied in the future, how could I have a child as stupid as you..."

"Father." The child suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him, and said inarticulately, "Father..."

"I'm not your father!" The young man poked him with his finger, but out of the corner of his eye he was biased against the figure walking towards them, stretched out his finger to the side, and smiled at the child: "That's your father, I'm not, listen clearly gone?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Guifu Yan walked over anxiously after hearing the words, and pushed the young man away, Wen Jun's brows and eyes were a little annoyed, "Don't teach him badly."

But Ciqingfang folded his arms indifferently, raised his eyebrows and watched Guifuyan pick up the child, "Look, you two get along so well, so what if you become his father?"

"Seniority is here, how can you let you talk nonsense?" Pulling his sleeve to wipe the saliva on the child's face, he returned to the house and looked at him, "You should look like a father, otherwise this child will be taken away by you sooner or later." bad."

"Since I'm afraid that I'll lead him into trouble, can't it be a good time for you to take him?" Ci Qingfang couldn't help chuckling, turned around and walked out with a bamboo pole.

Several times of spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by slowly, the child's stature gradually increased, a small mouth also learned to distinguish right from wrong, and began to distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong.

At this point, she gradually understood that Ciqingfang really didn't like him, and began to learn to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, but there was always a small hope in her heart.

That year, the snow in the capital was extremely heavy. He sat alone outside the yard, staring at the icy eaves in a daze, but his body trembled from the cold. It seemed that the sense of existence was too weak, and it was the midwinter season. The children of other families have had new sewn jackets to keep warm, but he is still a simple old padded jacket.

"Silly boy?" Suddenly there was a figure in front of him, he raised his head in a daze, and saw Ci Qingfang looking at him with a smile.

He bit his fingers and didn't dare to make a sound, but Ci Qingfang suddenly took off the cloak he was wearing and put it on him.

"Father." The child was a little moved in his heart, but his nose was flushed from the cold, but he still grinned.

"Hush—" Ci Qingfang smiled at him, "Keep your voice down, I'll take you somewhere." Then he reached out and picked him up, and walked out of the yard.

The child immediately put his arms around his neck, leaning his little face under the warm fox fur, but he smelled a familiar smell at the tip of his nose. When he raised his eyes, he saw a blush by Ciqingfang's ear, and couldn't help but inhale carefully. He sniffed, checked again and again, and finally realized that his father seemed to have drunk again.

My heart suddenly felt bad.

Ciqingfang carried him all the way out of the mansion to the street, and suddenly stopped in a corner of a street, leaned over and put him down, stretched out his hands to pinch that soft face, and said with a smile: "You are obedient Wait for me here, I'll go out and buy you something to eat, and I'll be back in a while..."

After speaking, he immediately let go and ran out. The child felt a little lost when he saw his back going away, and seemed to realize something in his heart.

He just stood there not daring to move, watching the streets where people used to come and go gradually become sparsely populated, the floor under his feet was gradually covered with snow and dust, he huddled in the corner alone, the hope in his eyes vanished , I finally confirmed it, and I seemed to be abandoned again...

When the child was carried back to the house the next day, he was almost frozen into a popsicle, and his life was almost at risk, but he didn't know if he was born with a hard life, but he survived after several struggles.

Until the man died at a young age, he was still alive. That year, the snow was so heavy that it covered the thin sun. I don’t know who spread the bad news. The dead soldiers were carried by their relatives. The heavy coffin returned to his hometown.

He finally couldn't help but darken his brows and eyes when he saw the plain appearance of the city, and ran out of the house alone, wandering aimlessly in the street.

I didn't know where I was going, or how long I had been walking, but I just counted the sounds of hunger from my stomach and followed the burial team out of the city step by step.

It was snowing heavily, and he stood alone on the outskirts of the city and finally felt a little lonely. He hugged his knees and found a shelter from the wind and rain and sat down to wait for death.

It's just that maybe I was really desperate, and when I was dying, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of my eyes.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a handsome young man standing in front of him.

"Whose family's child is this?" He looked at the boy and questioned, but turned a blind eye to the hand stretched out in front of him.

"Would you like to come with me?" The young man said again, his eyes were clear, pure like the stars in the night sky, but his legs and feet seemed to be somewhat inconvenient, and his face began to turn blue after standing in the wind and snow with a bamboo stick for too long stand up.

"Let's go, what does he do?"

The boy was followed by a man, dressed in a black robe, with a strange and cold face, but his brows and eyes were playful, but he always gave people a look of malicious intentions.

The young man looked at him hesitating for a while, as if he really wanted to take him away, but the man beside him became more and more impatient. Just as he was about to pull the young man away, a servant suddenly caught up behind him. The man murmured a few words in his ears, and glanced back and forth at him with scrutinizing eyes from time to time.

Finally, with the man's consent, the boy took him away. So far, it was as if the scorching sun pierced the cloudy sky and finally brought a ray of light to his life, but the boy always shook his head and smiled at him: " I never thought I could save anyone, because I was just waiting to be redeemed."

02

"I have a younger brother." The boy sitting on the steps stared at the afterglow of the sky and said in a daze.

Not far away, the towering palaces and high-rises formed mountains, and the broken gold of the setting sun scattered on the smooth glazed tiles, coating the imperial city with a layer of brilliance.

"No." The boy frowned in confusion, then turned his head to look at him and said, "He is your brother."

What a mess of seniority, the child sitting next to him couldn't help but glance at him, hugged his knees and continued to squat on the ground to count sparrows.

"What kind of person do you think your brother is?" the boy said, reaching out to touch the broken hair on his forehead. Just as the boy was about to reach out and open him, he glanced at the man in the uniform of the emperor, thinking that it shouldn't be a big deal. So provocative, he withdrew his hand in fear, bit his mouth and said, "He's not my brother."

"How can you say that?" The boy looked at him and frowned, "No matter how bad he is, it's you..."

"Then why did you drive him out?" the little child questioned him, with a hint of childishness in his brows and eyes.

"..." The boy suddenly hesitated to speak, and the child continued, "Seeing how you like him so much, why do you want to drive him out?"

As if remembering what happened in the palace not long ago, the servants of the Sprinkling Palace accidentally talked about it, the child frowned, and continued to speak childishly: "You are so cruel, it's too much."

The young man watched him withdraw his hand, his heart twitched.

At first, everyone thought that when the boy brought the child back to the palace, it was just a whim and he just wanted to keep a pet for fun.

Who knew that in the eyes of everyone, the bloodthirsty and cruel boy was exceptionally gentle towards this child. Although he was still young and often caused troubles in the palace, the boy would always forgive him in a tolerant way.

At night, when the tired young man was about to undress and go to bed after approving the memorials, he suddenly realized that something was missing, and immediately called the maidservant who was in charge of the lantern to ask about the child's whereabouts.

"You don't know?" He looked at the timid maid and frowned impatiently, "Didn't I tell you to look at him?"

The palace maid was only twelve or thirteen years old, and she almost cried out of fright after being questioned several times by him.

But after a while, a small figure suddenly rushed in from outside the palace door, rushed to him, pulled his sleeve and said: "Don't scare her, your character is not very good, if you continue like this, in the future, except Who else dares to talk to you?"

The boy looked at his face with black lines, but suddenly his eyes touched the dirty mud and weeds on the boy's newly mended short shirt, and he pushed him away with some disgust, "Where did you go?"

The child smiled close to him, and slowly spread out his palm, on which were two small snails, their soft bodies wriggling non-stop.

He almost vomited out the dinner on the spot, the boy took the child in disgust and threw him into the soup pool and rinsed it back and forth a dozen times carefully.

Later, because of this matter, the child got into an awkward fight with him, and for half a month he resisted taking the initiative to speak to him, and finally coaxed him to play outside the palace, which was unbearable, and successfully made the child smile at him Welcome.

"Are you going out today?" The child approached him and asked, he was burying his head in drawing the Zhu Zhu, and he replied without raising his head, "I'm busy today, I'll go out tomorrow."

Already repeated the same sentence No.11 times.

The child pouted with a bit of anger, for a long while, it seemed that he was worried that the child was thinking too much, he just raised his head to comfort him, but the child ran away immediately without looking back.

He sighed helplessly, he was just thirsty at this moment, and when he picked up the teacup on the side and was about to take a sip, he lifted the lid and suddenly found two little snails crawling inside.

It's still a familiar technique, or a scene that seems familiar.

"..."

With a casual flick, the cup was thrown flying out, and the guard outside the palace couldn't help trembling when he heard the sound, a little terrified.

The next day the child was beaten as a matter of course.

It's just that he seems to have found an excuse to alienate him so far, and when the child grows up and gradually catches up with him in stature, he will run out of the palace every few days.

And because he is busy with government affairs, he no longer has the mind to control the children.

It's just that year after year, the child gradually grows into a teenager, and the originally immature facial features gradually become soft and beautiful, but the deviation from the person in his impression is getting farther and farther away.

The child is no longer another person, and his patience with him seems to be gradually exhausted, especially when he accidentally heard about the boy's deeds when he was having a good time outside one day, he was even more annoyed and irresistible.

"I ask you, who are you?"

Sweat ran down his cheeks, and his body had already been ripped apart from the whip. The boy clenched his fists and said, "I'm not him."

But he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and threatened him with a whip in his hand, "Say it again!"

The boy still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat, "I'm not him."

But he became more and more annoyed, stepped forward and grabbed his skirt, "I have raised you for so many years, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten." The young man looked up at him, the stubbornness and reluctance in his eyes were clearly reflected in his eyes, "But I am not him, if His Majesty insists on treating me as another person's substitute, you can drive me out of the palace. "

"Are you defying me?" He suddenly narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The boy looked at him with a look of reluctance.

"Okay, okay!" He smiled and stood up, but for a moment he seemed to recognize something, he frowned, stretched out his leg and kicked the boy's knee suddenly, pressing his shoulders and forcing him to kneel down, "Since you If you don't want to, I won't keep any kindness towards you from now on."

He raised his brows and said, "I do remember that you seem to have gotten very close to the man of Prime Minister Ye's family recently..."

"..."

After finishing speaking, looking at the boy's pale face, he couldn't help but smile, with a glint of gloom in his eyes, "It seems that you like him?"

The whip in his hand touched his chin, and he said sinisterly: "Could it be that you have forgotten what I hate the most, but relying on my trust in you..."

"Who taught you the skills to commit the following crimes!" He roared, and in a fit of anger he slapped the boy again until the boy collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up anymore, his knuckles were also bruised. Excessive force began to redden and swell, he threw away the long whip in his hand, turned around and ordered to the guard outside the door: "Come on, carry me out for him, treat him well!"

Because of this lesson, the young man began to fear him, and at the same time gradually alienated him, until that year a shocking event happened in Beijing, and countless lives were implicated.

Everything began to get out of track, and the original intention became far away. He really became a loner, no longer pouring all his emotions on anyone, just concentrating on being the king of a country, coordinating all his own prayers and plans.

It's just that every time he dreams back at midnight, he always dreams of that person standing under the palace wall and eaves, holding a pottery xun in his hand and blowing earnestly.