Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

He looked at the emptiness in front of him.

Shocked and unbelievable.

That gentle voice and tone were so familiar to him, as if some dusty long-lost memory had been picked up, and it burst out as the gate opened.

But only for that moment.

So clear, yet so far away, it was like a mirror flower and water moon in the moment when he was awake.

Min Shao almost thought that he was hallucinating, and was standing there in a daze, when he suddenly heard a weak weeping sound from behind, he turned his head abruptly, and saw an extra tree growing out of a pale expanse without knowing when. A dead tree with no buds.

The tree was old and strong, but it was already withered. Under the tree, there was a group of courtiers in different clothes, leaning over and whispering, as if they were comforting someone softly.

The voices of the palace people reached Min Shao's ears, humming indistinctly like dream language. Those figures were too crowded, Min Shao walked over slowly, and did not see clearly who the people surrounded inside were until he got close to him. who.

It was a half-year-old child who was squatting under a tree covering his face and crying, as if he had just experienced something distraught. The exposed white jade-like neck was flushed from crying, and the cuffs were soaked with tears.

As soon as Min Shao approached, the palace people consciously took a few steps back to make way for him.

The child seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly raised his young, tender, weeping little face, stretched out his hand and tightly grabbed Min Shao's sleeve, as if a helpless person had finally caught up with help. Straw, black and pure eyes full of tears of sorrow.

With a broken voice, he raised his head almost in despair, and said to him, "Brother..."

"Our mother is gone."

Min Shao's eyes widened suddenly.

Min Yan! !

And it's Min Yan who looks like she's only in her early teens!

How... how? !

Min Shao froze in place as if struck by lightning.However, Min Yan was still clutching his sleeves tightly, her fragile white palms were clenched red, her young voice was pitiful, she looked up at him with those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, and kept crying sadly repeating:

"Uuuuuuuuuu, brother, what should I do?"

"Our mother is gone..."

"Our mother is gone..."

Those eyes looked at him in pain and weeping, so sad and helpless, exactly the same as the day their mother and concubine passed away eight years ago.

The young Min Yan held his hand, the only thing he had left in this world, tears streaming down his face, his hands were trembling, and his body was trembling too.

Their mother died, and since then, no one will cook green plum soup for them in the afternoon, no one will intercede for them in front of their father, no one will let them experience the pampering and love of their relatives.

The two teenagers who hadn't grown up even felt dazed and helpless at that moment.

How should they go in the future?Who should you rely on when you are sad?Where can you get comfort when you are in pain?

At that time, Min Shao's heart was also in extreme pain, and his eyes were red from holding back, but he knew what he was shouldering.He is the crown prince of a country, a genius who is born with brilliance in the eyes of the world, and an heir to power that his father will cultivate even though he is extremely strict and harsh.

He can't cry, and he can't be cowardly.

He was not even allowed to kneel and kowtow before the spirit of the concubine mother.

At that time, Min Yan held him tightly, sobbing with blurred eyes, and the words he said seemed to echo in his ears.

He said: "Brother...our mother is gone..."

"We don't have any more mothers."

In a trance, he let go of his hand, and something fell to the ground with Min Yan's pull.

Min Shao looked down, only to realize that it was his newly made clothes that the woman had stuffed into her arms just now.

The brand new silk surface, even the embroidered patterns are fine and dense, sewn on by hand stitch by stitch.

The expression on his face suddenly broke, revealing a trace of deep grief, and his usually cold eyes suddenly turned red.

He looked at Min Yan in front of him, his chest trembling uncontrollably, and was about to squat down to touch him, but Min Yan suddenly let go, stood up and ran straight in a certain direction behind him.

Min Shao hurriedly turned around, and saw that thin figure running into a large hall.Inside the tall and wide palace gate was pitch black, like a ferocious beast with its fangs baring, it devoured the last corner of the figure's clothes in a blink of an eye.

Min Shao panicked, and chased after him by accident. The moment he crossed the threshold, the darkness in front of him suddenly turned into bright whiteness.

The cold white silk hangs in the hall, surrounded by countless lamps for offering sacrifices to the spirit, making the whole hall feel cold and miserable.

Countless people in the palace knelt on the ground in mourning clothes, all of them looked mournful, whether true or false, they covered their faces and wept, or wailed loudly, bowed their heads to the coffin on the stone steps, and mourned endlessly.

Min Shao's blood faded immediately, and he looked at the scene in front of him with a pale face, unable to move an inch.

Everything that happened eight years ago reappeared vividly in front of his eyes. The memory of countless midnight dreams back then, finally buried in the depths of time in the passage of time...was once again dug out by the pain, dripping with blood, so cold and The truth is right in front of his eyes.

A low-pitched cry came from his ears, like countless sharp silver needles, piercing his heart and lungs, causing pain in his chest.

The flickering lamps for offering sacrifices to the spirit, the desolate and high-hanging white silks, and the nightmare-like intertwining of increasingly shrill and high-pitched weeping lingered in front of his eyes, forcing a tingling pain in his temples.

Just when his ears were buzzing, the low voices of several palace people suddenly came:

"Concubine Yun has been ill for so many years, and finally died. The number one beauty in Yuyang City, what a pity... After so many years of being married to the palace, since the birth of a child, the emperor has never seen her again. Even if she monopolizes her So what about the harem? Isn't it the same as living in the cold palace..."

"I heard that there was still a way to save Concubine Yun before she died, but because of the frequent wars in Yuyang recently and the tense affairs of the court, Your Majesty is not willing to allocate a manpower to find medicine for Concubine Yun. Besides, no one knows about Your Majesty's temperament." , it may not be possible to find that medicine, and I will definitely not distract Chaozhong's energy for a woman."

"Concubine Yun is such a gentle and virtuous woman. If she hadn't married the Lord back then, even if she died of illness, her life would be more secure and happy than living in the palace..."

What did those palace people say later, but Min Shao could no longer hear clearly.

His ears were covered by a huge buzzing sound, his brain was throbbing with pain, and his chest was filled with burning pain, his eyes were dyed scarlet, and the flaming ink-colored Dao seal glowed a coquettish red.

Enduring the severe pain, he knelt down very slowly towards the front, curled up on the ground with his head bowed in pain, his eyes turned black, and his forehead with bulging veins touched the cold ground.

It seemed that after a life that seemed like a dream but not a dream, finally, the belated kowtow before the soul fell.

His bluish-white hands clenched tightly, his arms trembled uncontrollably, his neck gradually turned red with veins, his limbs and bones seemed to be swept by the waves of the molten sea, and the heavy hot rock was pressed against his chest. All trembling.

The ruthless backlash finally broke out fiercely and completely again.

The sky was dim and the earth was dark before Min Shao's eyes, his consciousness and spiritual consciousness were completely engulfed by the burning pain.

This attack was more violent than any other in recent years.

He hasn't been in such pain for a long time.

Countless times, Min Shao thought that he would die in such pain, but he endured it every time, as if God must let him endure such teasing and torture, so that he would not want to die in the pain of his own choice. endlessly.

Or maybe he was meant to be.Born to be a tool for his father to continue his great career as a king for thousands of years, no matter how he struggles to live, he must fulfill the entrustment of that life.Unify the power and become an emperor.

Min Shao was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness, and he was wandering between confusion and fainting again. After suffering for an unknown amount of time, the pain on his body finally subsided a little.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the clothes all over his body were soaked, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. The sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes, and after a long time of relaxation, his consciousness was gradually pulled away. return.

He is still in pain, and Dao Yin's backlash has not completely subsided, but it is much more tolerable than before.

With a pale complexion, he raised his eyes and found that the sky outside the window was almost dusk.

The clouds are thin and red, and the setting sun is like blood.

Min Shao frowned and closed his eyes tightly, wanting to wait for the pain to pass completely, but he heard the creaking sound of the door being pushed open in his ear, followed by someone gasping for breath, and several quick footsteps. step towards him.

"Han'er!" A pair of strong palms hurriedly helped him sit up from the ground, grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse.

The familiar title and voice made Min Shao stupefied for a moment, he raised his deep and almost broken eyes to look over, and was facing a pair of regretful and caring eyes.

Suddenly stunned.

"Master..."

He looked around subconsciously, and finally realized where it was——

The house on the top of Tianyin Mountain.

He used to be alone, where he lived for four years.

A tangled and incomprehensible emotion surged into my heart instantly, and my eyes couldn't help trembling.

Back then, he personally prayed to his master to teach him the way of ruthlessness. From the first day of practicing, he locked himself in this narrow room.

At that time, he only wanted to cultivate, and he wanted to be strong. After experiencing the pain of bereavement, with a self-righteous youthful spirit, he wanted to use his own hands to protect the only remaining blood with him in this world. The younger brother who is thicker than water, not only that, he even wants to be a king who does not abandon morality and justice, and attaches equal importance to life and power. He hopes that one day he can protect all the people he wants to protect with his own hands.

He was still 16 years old that year.It was the age when the scales grew out, and he became a conceited and obstinate beast after being praised by the "shocking genius", so he really didn't know how to live or die, and he wanted to touch how many high-ranking immortals dared not try it lightly In the bottom of his heart, he even tried to compare with his unique master through the ages.

Looking back now, he was absolutely insane.

At that time, the master reminded him again and again that those who practice the ruthless way should not be afraid to kill, not to be intimidated by, not to hate, not to be obsessed with, and not to be emotional.

Otherwise there will be suffering.

But when he was young, he really overestimated his own character.

Even from the day when Dao Yin was formed, he realized that there were so many things hidden in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly, and he realized that his emotions and desires could be so simple.

He will be jealous, will resent, will hate, will be afraid.

Will also be... emotional.

He thought he was different from others, but in the end, he was just an ordinary person.

He even forgot that in his original intention at that time... it seemed that he wanted to be a kind and righteous person.

During the period when Dao Yin was first formed, even if he had no mood swings at all, he would still be tortured by backlash for ten hours a day.At that time, he regretted all the time, and all the time he didn't want to die.But the master comforted him, the ruthless way can be restrained and controlled by him, as long as he endures it for a longer time, longer...

But one or two years later, his condition has not eased much.

Patriarch Taixuan also felt puzzled at that time.In his opinion, Min Shao's aptitude is high enough, and his toughness is far beyond ordinary people. What's more, with him by his side, he has been supplemented by his cultivation base. .

Until that day, he suddenly thought of a possibility that he thought would never happen.

He thought that he knew his apprentice well enough, and this kind of mistake was almost impossible for Min Shao.With a sullen face and a cautious mind, he asked him tentatively, "Han'er."

"Could it be that you...are someone with a heart?"

"..."

How did Min Shao answer back then?

He already knew at that time that the ruthless way cannot be suppressed, but only emotion is the biggest "don't" in this way.

But he can't blame anyone, and he can't blame himself.

If it weren't for the ruthless way, he might not have noticed it either.

Who is he to...

to his who...

Moved that way.

At that time, Min Shao's eyes were suddenly red, and he was silent for a long time with his downcast eyes. It was not until Dao Yin was faintly red between his brows and his chest began to ache that he suppressed the choking in his throat, closed his eyes, and admitted with a hoarse voice. up:

"...I'm sorry, Master."

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