You remember son

Li Chenglin rushed up to him: "What if I'm not the prince? Jiang Yulou, as long as you promise me, I don't have to be the prince. I'll tell my father that I won't be the prince!"

Blocked by him, Jiang Yulou stood on the steps in front of the house, stunned for a long time.

In fact, from that moment on, hesitation, helplessness, struggle, and resistance were all no match for the vowed sentence, as long as you are willing, I don't have to be the prince.

At that moment, all Jiang Yulou's stubbornness and resistance were lost to Li Chenglin at that moment.

The surface of the water was dizzy from the rain that fell down, and the lake was full of waves. Looking from a distance, there were little waves, which was very impressive.

Murong Jiu turned to Jiang Yulou again, "Then what happened after that?"

The boatman turned his head back for the third time and looked at him strangely. Murong Jiu finally returned his glance—Master Jiu, I like to talk to the air, what's wrong?

Murong Jiu told Jiang Yulou that it was already the seventh day, and after two more days, he asked Xiao Hei to find his bones.

I don't know if this little black can be found?

Murong Jiu couldn't help but asked Jiang Yulou worriedly, what would happen if he couldn't find it?Because he felt that what he said was not unreasonable, and he was afraid that someone deliberately hid his bones in order to prevent him from being reborn forever.

Jiang Yulou smiled, no, he never offended anyone before his death.

Murong Jiu asked him how he died, and he just said indifferently: "It's quite embarrassing."

"After all, you are also the sixth son of the Jiang family. Why did you die in such an embarrassing way? And there is no way to bury him?"

Jiang Yulou suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, his figure flickered a few times, and suddenly disappeared.

It turned out that it wasn't that he, the sixth son of the Jiang family, was in a mess, but that his entire Jiang family was in a mess and ransacked the house.It is true that things are impermanent, and prosperity turns to desolation.

Later, Murong Jiu asked the senior storyteller in the teahouse, and finally dug up the details of that period 300 years ago.

After the bearded and white bearded old man collected ten taels of silver, he just stroked his beard and opened his mouth: "The reason why I took such a heavy amount of silver from the young master is that I rarely talk about it in this paragraph. It's been a long time, and things are different. , Few people listen to it, and the other storytellers should be almost forgotten, but this old man has a complete collection of mysteries and a long history, and there are all kinds of absurd stories and remote allusions. If you listen well, you can learn more in the future. Pass it on to others, come to me, I will give you free listening for three days..."

"Mr. Don't do publicity, why don't you talk about it?" Murong Jiu interrupted him impatiently, and he didn't want to spend money and energy to listen to the advertisement.

The old man chuckled, and then he spoke.

Nearly 300 years ago, the Jiang family was brilliant for several generations. The ancestors laid down half of the country for the king. Above the court, the ministers and ministers were divided into civil and military sides.

In the generation of Jiang Yulou's father, although the old general Jiang is old and retired, the five sons of the Jiang family are all responsible for lifting weights, not to mention that Jiang Han is responsible for the safety of the entire palace, but the eldest son Jiang Yi, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, holds the number of troops. One hundred thousand in the north, supporting their own self-respect, guarding and defending one side of the territory, and moving half of the mountains and rivers.

This kind of Jiang family has been the general for generations, loyalty is the pillar of the country, and rebellion is the scourge of the king.

The previous emperors inherited the ease of the country, so there were no disasters and no troubles, resulting in mediocrity, but it was not the case in the generation of Li Chenglin's father.

Li Chenglin's father, Li Chongze, although he was born with a weak body and was sickly due to hard work, he was different from the previous emperor, and he was by no means a vegetarian. Compared with his father, Li Chongze, the emperor had The suspicion that all kings often have, and the vigilance that all kings should have, he always keeps an eye on the Jiang family that stands tall and holds great power in the five dynasties, and guards against Jiang Yi, who is self-respecting.

He kept staring, staring until he was seriously ill, and refused to close his eyes. Finally, the Jiang family really made a secret move, and the man who did the fighting was Jiang Yi, who was guarding the north with 30 soldiers.

When the emperor was critically ill, the important officials in charge of the army combined with the secret forces of the court officials to seize the throne.

For the first time, the monarch's suspicion showed practicality, and Li Chong had been preparing for a long time, just waiting for the general to enter the urn.

Just imagine what kind of bloodbath and turmoil it was?What kind of a royal wrath, ransacking the house and destroying the family!

The Jiang family has been loyal and accumulated virtues for generations, only this time they were completely defeated. Before the old general Jiang was copied, the old man had already sinned against his ancestors with the sword he had worn for many years.

The incident happened suddenly, Jiang Han hurried to the side courtyard, looking for Jiang Yulou.

Jiang Yulou put down his pen and laughed for a while.He didn't take advantage of the Jiang family's wind and thunder, and he couldn't avoid the disaster of destroying the family and ransacking the house. Outsiders didn't know that the Jiang family had an illegitimate sixth son, and they remembered him when they counted their heads with a knife.In this way, he is really a member of the Jiang family, but everyone will get to know him later on the guillotine.

Jiang Han came to rescue him, but Jiang Yulou didn't bother to go out and run away in panic, so it was Li Chenglin who came to invite him, and Li Chenglin knocked him unconscious and took him away.

Ke Han can't leave anymore, he is the fifth son of the Jiang family, the commander of the imperial guards, who doesn't know him?But Jiang Yulou is not necessarily.

Before his death, Mr. Jiang confessed that the Jiang family committed crimes. If the Jiang family cut off the incense, then he would die without shame and go to the underground ancestors. Not many people know that Jiang Yulou is the sixth son of the Jiang family, and few people have seen it. Many, before the old man died, he killed all the people in the house who had met the sixth son, and told all the wives and sons not to mention Jiang Yulou before beheading.In this way, I don't know if we can protect the Jiang family's lineage.

The old man took a sip of tea, and sighed repeatedly when he said this.

Murong Jiu was half-believing, didn't he say that everyone who knew about it back then was silenced?Where did this old man make it up?

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Back then, the old general swept across the mansion with his sword, but there really was one who didn't die. Instead, he hid the tragedy of going to the guillotine and survived."

Master Jiu took a sip of tea and sprayed out a rainbow, all of these?It must be sung in the playbook.

The old man was dissatisfied with being questioned about his professionalism, so he glanced at him and said, "Otherwise, it won't spread all over the city of Chang'an in a short time. Although the old man's storytelling is exaggerated, it is not nonsense. Professional quality, don't make up random things. It was passed down by the old man's wife, wife, and grandfather."

"Since the identity of the sixth son of the Jiang family has to be kept secret, how can it be spread to the whole city?"

"Later, the new king came to the throne and pardoned the crimes of the Jiang family's bereaved son. From now on, everyone knows that the Jiang family still has a talented sixth son who is talented in calligraphy and painting. It's a pity..." The old man stroked his beard again, Shaking his head and sighing, "It's too late."

Saying goodbye to Mr. Storyteller, he got up and left the teahouse, but Murong Jiu felt a little sad in his heart. He had heard too many stories about Jiang Yulou these days, and he felt inexplicably desolate.

I hurried back to the mansion, but I didn't know what I was anxious about, and I closed the doors and windows as usual when I entered the house, and my heart just calmed down.Turning around, I saw Jiang Yulou standing in front of his desk, looking down at the painting on the desk, frowning.

Murong Jiu walked over, looked at the painting he was looking at, and asked himself, quite ashamed.

Jiang Yulou asked: "Is this the painting of the ninth son?"

Murong Jiu sighed with a smile: "Oh, I don't know why Li Chenglin relied on the sixth young master who is talented in calligraphy and painting just because of a painting, so I was also curious to find that thorn, but the paintbrush was so crude, I laughed at it."

Jiang Yulou just looked at the painting, smiled with low eyebrows, then brushed his sleeves and said, "Grind it for me."

Murong Jiu hastily rolled up his sleeves to rub the ink, Jiang Yulou dipped in the ink and picked up the brush, swaying and sketching on the Xuan, there was nothing in front of his eyes, but the Polygonum spruce had taken root in his heart, and in a moment it became concrete on the paper and ink.

In the end, what he wrote was not Jiang Li, but the word "Yulou".

"This is the first time in my life that I signed the name." He gently put the quick pen on the pen holder, and said with a flat smile: "Give it to the ninth son."

Murong Jiu was overwhelmed by flattery, and asked again: "Why did you sign the name?"

He said clearly: "I have been wandering in this world for too long in my life, but it turned out... that there was no trace left. The world doesn't know Jiang Yulou, the sixth son of the Jiang family, or Jiang Li. Now, even I have searched for 300 years, but I have never found myself. If I really can’t find my bones,” he smiled wryly again: “Maybe it really can’t prove that I ever existed! So far, all that can be left in this life is this It’s a name on the paper, now, it’s better to let you keep it.”

"Why did you leave it to me?"

"Because... no one remembers me, and no one thinks of me." He looked a little lonely.

"If you can't find it, will you stay in this world?" Inexplicably, Murong Jiu seemed to be expecting something in his heart.

"It will be wiped out."

He was startled, and immediately said: "No, I will find it for you!"

Jiang Yulou shook his head and smiled: "It's already the eighth day."

"Tell me your story! There may be other leads."

Murong Jiu thought, no one knew his story 300 years ago or 300 years later, but at least from now on, there is someone who can listen to him and remember it for him.

When Jiang Yulou woke up, he was already in the palace, Li Chenglin was not at ease hiding him anywhere, so he simply kept him under his nose and temporarily hid him as a palace man.Although he knew it was not a long-term solution, he couldn't think of a place where he could feel at ease.

After the emperor quelled a big turmoil with his illness, he felt very chilled and exhausted, so he couldn't afford to be ill, but the matter of the Jiang family was over.

Jiang Yulou stayed in the palace for two months, no one knew that the palace man next to the prince, Jiang Li, was originally named Jiang Yulou, in fact, maybe no one knew that there was such a person as Jiang Yulou.

Seeing the emperor dying day by day, the empress stared at the prince even more closely, fearing that something would happen to the prince when he was about to take over the throne.For example, if one's morality is not correct and one is still stubborn, how can one inherit the great rule?

His father was seriously ill, Li Chenglin was no longer as stubborn and self-willed as before, and with Jiang Yulou in the palace, he never stepped out of the palace gate quietly.The queen was very satisfied, so one day she ordered someone to bring soup to comfort her.

Li Chenglin has obtained the imperial order to act as an agent of government affairs with the assistance of the Taifu.That night Li Chenglin was reading the memorial under the lamp, while Jiang Yulou was sitting by the side reading a book, his expression was focused under the lamp, the beautiful woman in front of him was really eye-catching and heart-warming.

Since the two lived together for two months, no, since the two met, Li Chenglin has only held Jiang Yulou's hand and ran across Dengye Changjie, seen the river and mountain scenery, and nothing else.

At this time, I was tired from reading the memorial, and my eyes were tired from the light of the lamp, but the person in front of me was looking more and more into his heart, his heart was tormented, and his heart itched unbearably.

Jiang Yulou noticed that the other side was staring at him, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes met. Li Chenglin's heart thumped, and he almost didn't jump out. Jiang Yulou withdrew his eyes lightly and continued to read.

Li Chenglin coughed twice, retreated the palace people, then glanced carefully at the opposite side, coughed twice again: "...Jiang Li, Your Highness... my mouth is dry, I want some tea."

Jiang Yulou glanced at him, then closed the book, came to serve tea, put the cup on the desk, and sat back again, when he turned around, Li Chenglin caught him.

Li Chenglin grabbed his waist and locked him in his arms from behind.

It was the first time for the two of them to hug each other like this, and it was really pure enough. In fact, Li Chenglin didn't want to be so pure a long time ago. The main reason was that Jiang Yulou had always been cold and cold, so that he dared not be impure every time he saw her.

Jiang Yulou glanced back at him in shock, and hastily pushed and shoved him. Li Chenglin was like a treasure in his arms at the moment, how could he let go, he just hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and he wanted to throw him directly on the bed, completely The bottom is a long-lasting lovesickness.