Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

On the day of the emperor's birthday, the flames in the cold palace had long been extinguished, but thick smoke rose from the Hall of Mental Cultivation and Jingren Palace at the same time.

The man was still dressed in simple black clothes, standing tall and thin in front of the palace gate, looking deeply at the half of the palace gate that was smashed by the Uya rebels who forced the palace in front of him, with a hint of sarcasm spreading from the corner of his lips With a smile on his face, the person following him was still the fake guard, and he was still wearing the same guard uniform at this time, but his face was a little more sure of winning.

"My lord, there is already chaos inside. The forbidden army is temporarily blocked by the dead soldiers, but they are so numerous that they may not be able to hold back for too long. But after a while, the people of the Wuya clan should go, which is just right for them to fight against each other. .”

Hearing this, the man in Xuanyi glanced across the huge gilded plaque above his head, and his voice became colder: "Where are the hidden guards kept by the emperor?"

"Returning to the Lord, some of those hidden guards were killed by the queen, and some of the rest were bought by the Wu Ya clan. The other small part is probably not enough to protect the emperor in front of so many people."

"Since that's the case, according to the plan, let those imperial guards mutiny, take advantage of the chaos and kill the queen, and then blame Nan Jinglong." After the man in Xuanyi said this, his eyes moved slightly, and his pale and thin fingers tapped on the hand stove , his face looked pale and blue in the morning light, "The little prince from the Wu Ya clan?"

Hearing this, the person dressed as a fake guard immediately took a step forward, with a faintly visible complexion on his face, and lowered his voice to report in a low voice: "Although we didn't do anything, that little prince was already killed by a man when he was in the palace. The unfavored concubine secretly strangled to death."

"I haven't really started a fight yet, but I can't wait to start biting dogs." The man in Xuanyi saw the subtle expression changes on his face, but his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see clearly, and an abnormal bright red suddenly flashed across his pale face. , an uncontrollable cough sounded immediately, "Since that's the case, then...cough cough..."

"Lord!"

"It's nothing." Pushing away the hand of the subordinates around him who wanted to help, the man in black couldn't stop coughing lowly in his throat, but his eyes were as cold as sharpened sharp edges, and his voice was even hoarse and deep, "What is this in the palace?" There was chaos at the time, and the imperial guards are not here, it is a good time to start, don't worry about me!"

Hearing the words, the fake guard immediately took a step back, and after bowing to the man in Xuanyi with several dead men behind him, he quickly walked towards the palace gate, and disappeared in a short while, with thick smoke and bloody smell spreading. in the palace wall.

Blood and fire, hatred and hatred, greed and desire, pain and death, or—betrayal and deep love.

Jiang Luoyu had been standing quietly beside him until the fake guard left, and his eyes flicked past the pillars in front of him that were emitting black smoke.He no longer wanted to watch those ridiculous and pitiful scenes. His eyes fell to his side and he tried to hold back the hoarse cough in his throat. The person who slowly straightened up subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to help him, but he always stretched When he shot through that thin body, he could only clenched his teeth tightly to prevent the same wailing from his throat.

retribution.

He must suffer, suffer, suffer—

This is the previous life, and he paid his retribution.

The chaos in the palace continued, and the sound of fighting was repeated again and again. The white marble slab under the feet was completely stained dark red with blood, and the black clothes were soaked in a strong bloody smell. I don't know how much time passed , the fragrance of plum blossoms came faintly from the wall, and when he came back to his senses, his footsteps had followed the figure and left the imperial palace paved with blood and bones.

Palace, back to the small courtyard of Murong Mansion full of blooming flowers and fragrant gardens.

The courtyard is still so quiet, the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall are gradually blooming, and the faint fragrance pours into the nose, washing away the blood that dyed half the sky red, and all the chaos outside the wall is far away from here, as if a lifetime has passed.

Jiang Luoyu stopped slowly, showing a faint smile, and when his finger touched the man's calm face, he heard the fake guard who turned back report: "My lord, the empress is dead, and the Wuya branch has pulsed." Get up, one of the two descendants of the Wuya clan who were rushing back from the border, one of them was assassinated and died, and the other was seriously injured and stopped halfway, and will not be able to reach the imperial capital in a short time." "Since one of them is dead , the other one will not live long, and Da Jin will be caught in the flames of war again. Xiao Shi is the only one who still has power. I think he will take this opportunity to destroy the Wu Ya clan's branch. I owe him my life. Just pay it back, and from then on, the two will be cleared..."

The man in black who was sitting there still couldn't see him, but suddenly his expression moved slightly, and the fingers on his knees stretched forward. Jiang Luoyu saw his movement, and moved forward again, resting his cheek on the On the back of his hand, he gently closed his black jade-like pupils, but the cold voice in his ear was already ringing.

"The most important thing is that Murong's hatred, the hatred of mother and father, has finally been fully repaid."

"Master, after that..."

The man in black looked at the empty place beside him, as if in a daze, and he came back to his senses after a long time, closed his glass-colored eyes, and sighed heavily: "Go down."

Hearing the footsteps of Murong's people going away, Jiang Luoyu couldn't help but looked up at those eyes that were slightly squinted, but still moving under the sun, and she knelt beside the man and wanted to kiss the pale eyes. lips, the person who was surrounded by him but didn't know it suddenly stood up while supporting the table, and walked towards the deep and long corridor step by step.

Jiang Luoyu followed behind him step by step, watching him coughing in a low voice while walking in the dark corridor while holding on to the pillars beside him, until he finally stopped in front of a small room hung with red silk.

Seeing the red silk on the hut and the red happy characters pasted on it, Jiang Luoyu's whole body froze, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he knew where this place was almost instantly——

The carved door was pushed open with a creak, revealing the long table inside the house, the whole room covered with red silk, and the joint burial coffin placed in the center of the room, and the joint burial coffin seemed to be sleeping soundly. In fact, he had already stopped breathing, his skin had already turned blue-gray, but his face was extremely familiar to him.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the only person standing in the room immediately turned his head. When he saw that it was the man in Xuanyi who pushed the door open, he immediately knelt down on the ground, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't hold back. , that delicate face was lifted up, fingers tightly clenched on the ground, choked with sobs and said in a low voice.

"Lord!"

"You did a good job, Qi Ya." The man in Xuanyi raised his hand to signal her to stand up, his eyes circled around the room, and there seemed to be some satisfaction in his eyes, and finally stopped at her with tears streaming down her face. On his face, even his tone softened, his slender fingers brushed over the two sets of bright red clothes placed on the table, and finally a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Go out, you are not needed here."

When Qi Ya heard this sentence, her eyes slowly opened wide, as if she didn't dare to look again, she suddenly closed her eyes, knocked her head on the ground with a bang, and continued intermittently: "My lord... Qi Ya goodbye My lord! May my lord, my lord, and madam, have a...good journey!"

The man in black slowly walked past her, without looking down at her again, his pale and thin fingertips touched the jug on the table, and the goblet next to the jug, his expression was extraordinary. Unexpectedly quiet and peaceful, he said in a very soft voice: "Qiya, when I die, if you don't want to stay here anymore, leave quickly. There is nothing to be attached to in this place, go back to Miaojiang."

Jiang Luoyu leaned against the door, lowered his head, and clenched his teeth again. There was a buzzing and roaring in his ears. The dazzling red made him dare not raise his eyes, and he could hardly hear the sound of two people who were close at hand. human voice.

The woman from Miaojiang had already walked out of the room, holding back her sobs and closing the door tightly, but the man in Xuanyi didn't want to care about other things anymore, stroking his finger on the jug containing the poisoned wine, slowly straightened up and walked to the room. In front of the jet-black coffin decorated with red silk, a smiling face hung down, gently sticking to the pale gray skin, and murmured.

"How many years, Yu'er... I never thought that I could marry you before death in this life. God is not so cruel to me..."

Jiang Luoyu watched helplessly as the man lowered his head and kissed the person in the coffin, and spread the red dress on the table gently on the man, while he slowly took off the black robe and put on the prepared one. Dressed in red, the pale and ferocious face looked unexpectedly soft and handsome in such a bright color.

He clenched his fingers, watched him straighten up and walked to the table, filled two cups with the blue bitter wine in the jug, stared tenderly at the red thread under the cup for a while, Immediately, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the jug and several wine jars placed on the table towards the surroundings of the room. The aroma of wine spread in the room with the sound of cracking.

The man didn't look back, but slowly took out the torch from his sleeve and blew it on, then lightly threw it on the wine-soaked red gauze curtain, letting the flames attack and gradually devour the bright red color— —

"Zhaomin...Zhaomin...don't! Don't!"

Seeing that the thin fingers of the man in Xuanyi finally picked up the hexa cup filled with bitter wine, Jiang Luoyu stepped forward a few steps to grab his wrist, but once again watched helplessly as her hand slipped from him Passed by the side.

It's just a stone's throw away.

But never touch it.

"Don't drink...don't die..."

He could hear his own voice hoarse, almost silent, with sweet despair and pain.

do not die.

Don't die for me.

It's my fault... everything is my fault.

Kneeling staggeringly at the feet of the man in black, his whole body was trembling and unable to move, he could only be nailed to the spot, hanging down his fingers in vain, watching the man raise his glass to drink the poisoned wine, slowly aroused At the corner of his lips, the bright red curtain covered with red happy characters was ignited, and the soaring flames lit up the ferocious face of the man, but they could no longer conceal the flickering and thrilling tenderness in the dark eyes.

"Zhaomin..."

He murmured but no one could hear him, so he could only let the words disappear like the breeze with the faint fragrance of flowers.

The fundus of the eyes gradually began to blur, the pain like tearing in the bottom of the heart spread, the scorching breath was getting closer, the dark red blood slid down the corner of the lips, he watched the white jade cup in the man's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces , Shaking his hands with the last bit of strength, he broke off the hair on the sideburns by his ears, and gently placed it next to the ears of the corpse of his previous life, and lay down on his side.

The flames scorched the house, the wooden beams crackled horribly, sparks were everywhere, and only his body was completely intact.

The illusory, trembling fingers can't touch the cold skin of the beloved, and those beautiful eyes that can't help but kiss are like the last trembling spark before being extinguished.

The illusory soul has no tears, and can only open its eyes wide, watching the man lying quietly in the coffin, his hands and gently hugging the body of the previous life, the picturesque eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and he was about to lose his breath. In the moment before the vitality, it seemed that he had finally fallen into some kind of peaceful and beautiful dream, a tear slipped down the corner of the pale eye, and dripped on the other cheek that had long lost its vitality.The lips that should be thin red, but now black blood kept gushing out, opened and closed.

Looking at the person in his arms affectionately and tenderly, he said the last sentence silently.

See you in the afterlife.

Yu'er, see you in the next life.