Huafa Luoyang

While talking, he rolled up the imperial edict and put it away, stretched out his hand to take the tea next to him, took out a bag of powder from his arms, and sprinkled it in.

The people on the dragon couch were completely speechless and could only stare at his every move in shock and panic.

"I'll let her see it tomorrow. Even if my third brother is dead, he is still a legitimate king of a country." Xiao Yue shook the tea in her hand, her tone full of malice, "And she and the guards The bastards born from sexual intercourse will always be only bastards."

He brought the tea to Xiao Yuan's mouth, and said with a sad smile: "Even if I want to protect this country for my third brother, I must let the world know that this country belongs to him and can only be his."

The tea bowl touched Xiao Yuan's pimple lips, Xiao Yuan shook his head desperately, but Xiao Yue grabbed his chin.

The moment the tea was about to be poured in, there was a loud shout from outside the thick couch curtain: "Xiao Yue!"

The movements of Xiao Yue's hands froze suddenly, the smile froze on his face, and Xiao Yuan's struggle on the couch also disappeared.Footsteps sounded on the left, from far to near, and someone stopped behind him.

He turned his head away with difficulty.

The moment he saw the person coming, the smile on his face was so perfect that it was almost like a ghost, and suddenly, it peeled off like a crack in the mask.

This handsome man showed some fragility, he remained numb for a long time, and finally his eyes widened in disbelief.

Without waiting for his reaction, Zhuang Jiuyao strode forward, snatched the tea bowl from his hand, and smashed it on the ground, making a piercing and crisp sound.

He looked at him, and there was unconcealable anger in his voice: "You are crazy!"

Xiao Yue didn't speak, just looked at him like that, the expression on his face changed several times, showing the heartbreaking pain.

He opened and closed his lips a few times, and made a difficult sound: "Third Brother..."

"Don't call me third brother." Zhuang Jiuyao said coldly, with no expression on his face.

Xiao Yue was shocked when she heard the words, knowing that he already knew everything.

He didn't want to leave the Valley of the Medicine King, so he cooperated with the people from Tianmen and forced him to leave the valley with broken Yin.He doesn't want to fight with others, so he borrows Mei Ji's hand to let him return to court.

In the past two years, I have worked hard to figure out some things that happened 30 years ago. I want to clear the rivers and lakes for him, clarify the court for him, and reshuffle the gate of heaven for him. What's more, I want to be quiet. put him on the throne.

Now there will be nothing.The idea to support his wish to come back to life, like the teacup just now, was taken away from him by him and shattered with his own hands.

I can no longer drink his tea, can no longer see him sitting under the locust tree, and can no longer listen to him play the piano.

With a hoarse voice and no expression on his face, he just stretched out his hand blindly, trying to grab Zhuang Jiuyao's sleeve: "Third brother! I... listen to me!"

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't speak, just looked at him with indifference.

Xiao Yue was pinned in place by his eyes, trembled all over, and gradually let go of his hand, but suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Third brother is not dead! Xiao Jin is not dead! My third brother is not dead!"

He frantically wiped his face, wiped away the tears that gushed out of his face at unknown times, and kept repeating in a hoarse voice: "Third Brother, Third Brother..."

Has anyone in the world experienced the pain of being torn apart like him?

Everyone can know that Xiao Yue is a bastard, a lunatic, a beast who killed his father and mother, and a scheming traitor!He doesn't care!

But only this person can't!

Only Xiao Jin can't!

But how indifferently he looked at himself, as if he was looking at a monster.

Yes, I am a monster, the scariest monster in the world is me.

Come hate me, come hate me.

Come hate me.

"Third brother!" A shrill roar erupted from his chest, almost inhuman.

The resentment in Zhuang Jiuyao's eyes showed in places he couldn't see, Xiao Yuan stared blankly at everything in front of him on the couch, his face was covered with muddy old tears.

Heart-piercing cries echoed throughout the Tai Chi Hall, mixed with occasional stern laughter, and then the voice gradually became quieter, until finally there was nothing left.

Just like a person's life, no matter how you choose, no matter whether you cry or laugh, there will be nothing left in the end.

A blank, a silence, like the moment.

Zhuang Jiuyao felt that he was almost drowning in the pitch-black silence, the candlelight in the hall was dim, and there were ghosts and ghosts everywhere.

There was only one person lying on the ground in the middle, wearing a black robe, so that he could not be seen again when he merged into the night.

"Come on." He finally shouted two words softly.

It wasn't until Xiao Yue was taken away by someone, and Xiao Yuan settled down, that when he left the gate of the Tai Chi Hall, his face showed some deep-seated exhaustion and sadness.

Xiao Yue's last glance, mixed with emotion and pain, kept turning before her eyes without concealing it.

Since he found out that Xiao Yuan's imperial edict was missing, he had been in this palace for a whole day, he and Xiao Yuan had the same expectation, hoping that the person who took away the imperial edict was not Xiao Yue.

But King Yan and King Wei are not in the palace, who else could it be except Xiao Yue?

But it's really not Xiao Yue, he never expected that it's really not Xiao Yue.

It was his beautiful concubine mother, who would ridicule him when he mentioned it, and would laugh and say that he had poured ecstasy soup on the Holy One.His concubine, who he knew clearly, looked very similar to his mother.

He and her disdain each other and hate each other.

He only knew that Xiao Yue was very dependent on him, that Xiao Yue was not as innocent as he appeared on the surface, and that Xiao Yue had put his heart into many things that he shouldn't have.

But he really didn't know that would be the case.

Third brother, third brother, third brother.

One after another.He is always so happy when he sees himself, and the occasional sadness is also because of his poor health.

He jumped back and smiled at himself, when he hugged him and didn't let go, when he rubbed his shoulders, when he said wrongedly "Yue'er doesn't want to get married yet", what kind of heavy or unbearable emotions are hidden under every cry, and he never Not found.

When did the young man who has not reached the weak crown have such a twisted mind?

If the imperial concubine used her whole life to tell Xiao Yue that the throne is the best thing in the world, then what Xiao Yue is doing now is just to give herself the best thing?

How could this child be so stupid and stubborn, Zhuang Jiuyao couldn't figure it out.

The throne is not worth it, the throne is the greatest unworthiness in the world.

He hated his mother so much that he didn't know how to escape the biggest lie she had given him.

Zhuang Jiuyao took a few steps and stopped, holding on to the nearby temple door with one hand, his nails almost sank into the middle of the wood, and the red paint was mottled.

Stretching out his hand and tightening the front of the front, he looked up at the sky outside the hall.

I almost forgot, today is fifteen.

He tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, feeling the saltiness rising from his throat, mixed with the bitterness of the night wind.

He was a little dazed, and then his daze turned into boundless sadness.

My heart hurts, is the Gu worm wantonly biting that soft flesh again?

"Ah Xun." He murmured, then knelt down suddenly, his knee hit the ground heavily, making a clear muffled sound.

The hand holding the door did not let go, and the fingertips slid down, leaving a few bloodstains on the door frame.

It's just hidden in the vermilion lacquer, so you can't see it clearly.

Zhuang Jiuyao got up in the morning of the second day and couldn't see any clues from last night.

The news that the King of Shu is still alive has not yet been known to the people in Beijing, Xiao Yuan also intends to take advantage of this to see what the different minds in the court look like.

To the outside world, it is only said that King Qi is too worried and unable to act as an agent for the time being. It just so happens that the Holy One has recovered a little and can handle state affairs in person.

In the following days, Zhuang Jiuyao only cared about Xiao Yuan's body every day, he didn't read the papers presented, and pretended not to know the meaning of the Holy Majesty.

Xiao Yuan didn't say anything, he just handled it by himself.

In fact, he is not seriously ill, it was just that the imperial concubine put something in the medicine every day.

It's just that although he has been recuperated now, his spirit is really bad, and he can't compare with before.The whole person looked much older, showing some aura of sunset.

Half a month later, in the morning Zhuang Jiuyao was drinking tea and was about to enter the palace later, just as he put down the tea bowl, he saw Zhuang Ning'er rushing in in a hurry, hesitated to speak, and stared at him blankly .

Zhuang Jiuyao's eyebrows twitched, but he still smiled and asked, "What? Lost your soul?"

"My lord," Zhuang Ning'er had tears in his eyes, "the news came from the palace that His Royal Highness King Qi has died."

Zhuang Jiuyao stared at her, as if he didn't understand, stood there in a daze for a while, then lowered his head after a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go, enter the palace."

Zhuang Ning'er didn't dare to say anything along the way, but when she saw Wang Quan at the gate of the palace, she asked Zhuang Jiuyao: "My lord, does the Holy One know?"

"Understood." Wang Quan shook his head, "How can I hide it from him."

Judging from this reaction, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Xiao Yuan has gone through so many ups and downs in his life, from being a pariah in the grass field to being the Ninth Five-Year Master, what has he not seen?Even though it was such an appalling thing, I shed tears that night, so all the shock should have flowed away.

Zhuang Jiuyao then nodded: "Please trouble Grandpa Wang to tell Father, I will go there later."

"Hey." Wang Quan responded, and when he was about to part ways, he said again, "My lord, my condolences!"

After entering King Qi's palace, he saw only a little girl and a young eunuch kneeling down. When he saw Zhuang Jiuyao coming, he kowtowed in a hurry.

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't look at the people on the couch, and asked, "Where are the others?"

"If you go back to His Highness the King of Shu, you have already been sent away by my Highness. Your Highness wanted to let us go too, but..." The little girl replied with tears.

The little eunuch next to her hurriedly abducted her with his hand, which meant that she should restrain herself and not lose her manners.

The girl didn't care and said: "But Your Highness treats the servants very well on weekdays, and those ungrateful ones only care about themselves, so I won't leave!"

"Hey!" The little eunuch had no choice but to remind again.

"Nothing." Zhuang Jiuyao lowered his voice, "Ning'er, take them down and arrange a good place for them. I will stay alone with Ah Yue for a while."

Zhuang Ning'er complied and took the people there.

Zhuang Jiuyao looked down at the ground, stood quietly for a while, and then took a few steps forward.After entering the palace, it was the first time that he cast his eyes on the person on the couch.

Xiao Yue on the couch had a calm face, showing a handsome face.If you don't look at the bloody neck, it looks like you are asleep.

Zhuang Jiuyao stared blankly at his face, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be an old scar on his neck under the incision.

Suddenly remembering the words of resentment he uttered in the palace, Zhuang Jiuyao was startled, and his heart beat wildly.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, he pulled open his skirt, and saw that it was a terrible scald, like when the whole fire hook was burning hot, it directly pressed on it.

His breathing stopped suddenly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Unbuttoning his outer robe and lifting his inner garment, Zhuang Jiuyao suddenly covered his face.

The area covered by his clothes was full of wounds, there was hardly a piece of good flesh all over his body, the old and new piled up in one place, knife wounds, burns, smashes, and so on.

Zhuang Jiuyao's body trembled a little. He had never seen a person with more injuries than Xun Luo. This was the first time that he could barely breathe at a glance.

Is the pain in my heart more terrifying than this physical thing?

Why have I never asked about his life for so many years?

Almost unable to restrain his emotions, Zhuang Jiuyao took a breath, raised his head and closed his eyes, but at that moment, he saw something beside his pillow.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a corner of the envelope.

Exhaling that long breath, Zhuang Jiuyao stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that the envelope was written in Xiao Yue's own handwriting, with two words: "Jin Qi."

Slowly unfolding the letter, there was only one sentence on the paper that was as light as nothing: "I have no other wish in my remaining life, I only hope for a tune of Chang'an."

Inscribed with the word "Yue".

It is a wish written down by myself, but I have to personally end the possibility of realizing this wish.

For these days, Zhuang Jiuyao has been waiting for him to send someone to find him, but he never did. In the end, he only waited for his body and these words.

This is Xiao Yue's last dignity and determination.

Sadness spread, and finally blurred his eyes.

Does a boy not flick his tears easily?Not to the point of sadness.

The entire hall, the entire palace, and the entire capital fell into dead silence.

In the end Zhuang Jiuyao shouted "Come here", Zhuang Ning'er ran in and looked at him, fearing that he might be breathing too heavily.He gently touched Xiao Yue's face, turned his head and said softly, "Bring my old Tongqin."

Chang'an's winter mood finally arrived as scheduled under Zhuang Jiuyao's trembling fingertips.

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There is a lot of work this week, so I pray for peace on Monday!