Tyrant Whitewashing Plan [Transmigration Book]

"Hey hey..." Xiao Jining laughed dryly, spread out his hands a little embarrassedly, and handed back the corner of the black sleeve in his hand to Jing Yuan, "Brother Jing Yuan, I'm sorry, I tore your clothes to pieces .”

Jing Yuan looked at the corner of the sleeve that was handed into his palm with no expression on his face, and did not answer.

Now that Xiao Jining had no more sleeves to pull, he could only grab Jingyuan's clothes and lead him towards the direction of Miyagi.Xiao Jining didn't dare to turn around, so he could only ask Jing Yuan for help: "Brother Jing Yuan, help me see if that girl is still crying."

Hearing this, Jing Yuan turned his head slightly and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, looking at the girl in blue who they left but didn't catch up with, the silver hairpin that Xiao Jining handed to her was at the moment following the afterglow of the setting sun. The wind fluttered its wings, refracting the bright red glow, like a group of jumping fireflies.

Jing Yuan withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "No."

"That's good." Xiao Jining finally felt relieved, and stepped on the carriage back to the palace with Jing Yuan on Yuxia at dusk, "I hope she is not injured."

"She was not injured, and she got the silver hairpin and golden melon seeds of the ninth son. The nine sons gave away the golden melon seeds that are enough for ordinary people to eat for several years. It is really kind and generous." For some reason, Jing Yuan talked more than usual today. Some, even the tone was extraordinarily gentle and slow, and they were interested in joking with Xiao Jining, "It's just Jingyuan's clothes, but they are injured."

This is talking about being ripped off by Xiao Jining's sleeve.

In fact, Xiao Jining is also innocent. Jingyuan usually wears light-colored clothes of ivory color and tea-white color. The fabrics are all expensive and strong brocade. broken.

Xiao Jining turned his head and looked at Jing Yuan who was sitting beside him: "Brother Jing Yuan, I've never seen you wearing such dark clothes before, why did you suddenly wear them today?"

After Jing Yuan returned to the carriage, he began to look at the book he had been reading since the morning. The book was not too thick, it had a black cover, Xiao Jining asked him, and glanced at the name of the book—— "Sacrifice Collection".

What is a sacrificial oration?

Sacrifice texts are the articles that express mourning during sacrifices and sacrifices or are sung during prayers, and are used to commemorate and praise the dead, or to worship gods. "Jiwen Collection" is a collection of these articles.

But what does Jingyuan do reading the sacrificial text?Xiao Jining's eyes were full of doubts.

And Jingyuan turned another page of the book, and without raising his eyelashes, he answered his question: "It's because today is my mother's death day."

Xiao Jining was stunned after hearing his words.

That's right, he has been with Jingyuan for four years, and he has never heard Jingyuan mention his mother, but Jingyuan's father, Jingyue, is the general of the town, if his wife dies, it is impossible for the palace to No news at all.

The only possibility is that Jing Yuan's biological mother passed away a long time ago, and the current Mrs. Jing is the continuation of Jing Yue's later marriage.

Perhaps Xiao Jining's silence was a little sudden, Jing Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then he laughed and said in a brisk tone: "In the past, when my mother died, I went to the study to take a rest. Before Jing Yuan entered the palace, His Highness naturally I don't see me in black anymore."

Seeing Jing Yuan smile, Xiao Jining was even more at a loss, and apologized slowly: "...I'm sorry."

The smile on Jing Yuan's face did not fade, and he asked him: "Why did Your Highness apologize to me?"

Xiao Jining didn't pay attention to Jing Yuan's expression, lowered his head and frowned lightly: "Today is such a day, but I still pester you to take me out of the palace to buy Yingluo for the eldest sister..."

"Your Highness, you don't need to blame yourself. My mother passed away early, and she was tortured by many illnesses during her lifetime. She was lingering on the sick bed, and she died with a bright smile on her face. It is also a joy and mourning." Jing Yuan laughed again, and raised his voice, " Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, Jingyuan will go to the street to have fun, even if His Highness doesn't say anything today, Jingyuan will go to this long street to visit the night market after His Highness's class is over."

Xiao Jining suddenly raised his head. This happy funeral clearly means that the deceased was blessed with good fortune and health during his lifetime, free from disasters and illnesses, died without illness, and aged naturally, and must be seventy years old to be a happy funeral.If Jingyuan's mother was really as he said, she was young when she died and was suffering from illness, at best it could only be regarded as a relief, how could it be called joy and mourning?

And when Jing Yuan said these words, there was a smile on his face. Although the expression in his eyes was calm and he was not really smiling, he could not see a trace of grief and sadness, but was indifferent and alienated—on the anniversary of his birth mother's death. Day, he is really not sad at all.

Xiao Jining felt that he couldn't understand Jing Yuan more and more.

Perhaps Xiao Jining's gaze was too surprised, Jing Yuan suddenly turned his head to meet Xiao Jining's eyes, he was sitting by the horse window, the evening wind blew up a section of the car curtain, and sent in a few wisps of swaying street lights on the long street, illuminating On Jing Yuan's body, the edges and corners of the man's face were drawn deeper and more indifferent.

His eyes were silent, as silent as death, like an ancient well without waves, and nothing in the world could make waves in it. He opened his mouth and asked Xiao Jining in a soft voice: "If Empress Chunji is gone, Your Highness will mourn on the anniversary of her death every year." Crying and mourning?"

Xiao Jining's lips parted slightly, unable to answer.

How does this make him answer?

Yu Li, he should cry, because Chun Ji is his mother, but Yu Qing, he can't cry, because Chun Ji is not worthy to be called a mother at all.

Jing Yuan didn't really want to hear Xiao Jining's answer either, before he could wait for Xiao Jining to reply, he chuckled suddenly: "Look what I'm asking."

"Miss Chunji is in good health, and she looks blessed and has a long life, so how could she have left so early like my mother?"

Xiao Jining didn't speak, but just raised his head and looked at Jing Yuan quietly.

The sound of hooves outside the car kept clattering, but the inside of the car was silent for no reason. Jing Yuan met Xiao Jining's eyes and looked at him for a moment, but finally moved his eyes away first, and he looked at the bustling long-distance bustle outside the car window. Street, said slowly: "Your Highness, the dead are dead, and the living should be like this."

"Jingyuan never mourns the death of those close to him. Instead, he wants to live happily and happily. Those who have passed away will not feel peaceful for the tears of the living. They only want to see the joy and joy of the living. .”

"Your Highness." Jing Yuan suddenly turned around again, looking at Xiao Jining, "If one day someone close to you passes away, you should do the same."

After finishing speaking, he smiled lowly, lowered his eyes and said, "Does Your Highness think that I am too ruthless?"

Xiao Jining said truthfully: "No."

He really doesn't think how ruthless Jing Yuan is. He doesn't know what kind of person Jing Yuan's biological mother is, so he won't make rash comments after listening to Jing Yuan's few words. Besides, what Jing Yuan said is actually unreasonable. Sickness and death are the normal state of human beings, no matter who they are, they will die eventually, and the living should not be immersed in grief all the time, but should get out of grief and continue to live well. This is what the dead want to see.

It's just that Xiao Jining still has a doubt that hasn't been resolved. Today is the anniversary of Jingyuan's mother's death, so what does he do with the sacrificial anthology?This collection of sacrificial essays cannot be written about his mother.

And when the horse farm was fast-paced to the palace gate, the back of the evening clock telling the time in Yunshan Temple rang. Jingyuan looked sideways at the cloud-shrouded peak of Yunshan, and murmured in a low voice: "It's just that I've been happy for a long time, so I don't know What is pain? A life without knowing what pain is is also sad..."

His voice was too soft, before it reached Xiao Jining's ears, it disappeared in the sound of the evening bell, and there was no trace of what had passed away.

Everything in the palace was as usual, Mu Kui waited at the gate of Fuyun Palace, he was relieved to see Jingyuan sent Xiao Jining back safely.

Xiao Jining was previously given a few days off by Emperor Xiao because of drinking milk and diarrhea, and he did not study with the princes in the morning, and in the afternoon, the princes in the martial arts field did not know that Xiao Jining was able to come to class after recovering from illness, so there was no one He was found skipping class.

"Your Highness—" Mu Kui trotted up to Xiao Jining, bent down and asked him, "Have you picked out the necklace you bought for the eldest princess?"

Xiao Jining shook the gift box in his hand: "I've already picked it out, here it is."

Mu Kui smiled and said, "That's good."

Jing Yuan pursed his lips and said: "Since His Highness has returned to Yusheng Residence safely, Jing Yuan also bid farewell."

"Hey, Jing Budu, you go slowly." Mu Kui said, "Your Highness, I'll just take him back to his room."

Jing Yuan didn't speak, but just nodded, holding the "Journal of Sacrifice" with his hands behind his back, and walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Xiao Jining watched his black figure gradually disappear, and felt in his heart that although he still couldn't understand Jing Yuan, for some reason, he felt that he was getting closer to Jing Yuan.

At night, he curled up under the blanket and talked to Xiaodan: "Jingyuan's mother...has she passed away long ago?"

Xiaodan replied to him: "Didn't he already tell you today?"

Xiao Jining frowned: "But she should be very young."

"Normal." Xiaodan said, "In ancient times, there were frequent wars and the average life expectancy was very low, especially for women. It's fine if you were born during the heyday of the dynasty, but if you were born during the period when the country was about to collapse, it would be a kind of death to die early." Liberation. According to what Jingyuan said, his mother has been sick all year round, and although she was born in a wealthy family, it is still a torture for her to hang her illness with expensive medicinal materials."

Xiao Jining understands this kind of feeling more or less. For example, in his previous life, after waking up from a car accident, he found that his legs were useless, and he was relieved and relaxed. In fact, he was more sad, because he couldn't walk with his legs, so he felt so relieved. It means that he doesn't have to go to the competition anymore.

"Oh, I'm just..." Xiao Jining sighed, "I always thought that he should be quite favored in the Jing family."

"He is Jingyue's only son." Xiaodan said to Xiao Jining, "It's not like you don't understand how important offspring are to these aristocratic families. Jingyuan is still the only son, so he should be favored no matter what."

Xiao Jining was silent, looking thoughtful.

Xiaodan began to tease Xiao Jining again: "Instead of thinking about him, you should think about yourself. Do you think that your place is much better than his? If you don't seize the position, you will die."

"I think I'm pretty good now." Xiao Jining thought about it, and said honestly, "I don't have to worry about food and clothing. The most tiring thing every day is going to class and doing homework. My father and my brothers and sisters love me so much. OK."

"If you really think so, then there is nothing wrong with Jing Yuan, except that he has no brother above him, he is no different from you, and he even lives happier than you." Xiaodan snorted, "Besides, You are too salty to do nothing, but he will be the emperor in 13 years, what will he want then? And when you arrive at that time...huh."

Xiao Jining pursed her lips: "That's right, but I don't think he is happier than me. I am so salty, and he is not salty. Salty fish is the real happiness."

He obediently pulled up the quilt: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night little egg."

Tomorrow is also a day for salted fish!

Xiaodan: "..."

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