Red Mansion: He Doesn't Want to Bend

When the new emperor ascends the throne, there are naturally many things to deal with.It is not necessary to explain clearly what the purpose of calling people over every day to ask for the peace pulse.

Lin Jue didn't move her brows, her eyes were cold, and there was a kind of indifference from inside.There is no disgust, but it is so calm that it is cruel, and it is indifferent to disdain.He was originally born very well, but now he puts on such a dismissive appearance, but there is a kind of sharp beauty of slanting swords.It's like a knife carved from fine jade, the warmth is not lost, but it adds sharpness and makes it even more frightening.

The world has been turned upside down overnight, and everything has changed.

Lin Jue remained silent for a long time, his tender heart felt anxious. These days, his thoughts have become more and more unpredictable.Or he was originally such a person who couldn't show his emotions, but he was just buried under his gentleness.Now this gentleness is gone, even if it is half a vain, it is gone.

Gentle hesitated again and again, and called out: "Master?"

Lin Jue came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "I'm in good health now, so why bother to waste my time by asking others to go back and forth again."

Between the words, it means that he refuses to see the doctor Wang.

Rou Rou saw that he had made up his mind, so she had no choice but to respond, and turned around to spread the word.Fortunately, the doctor Wang still had a smile on his face, and there was nothing wrong with it.It is only a good thing to say that the body is in good health.

Asking someone to send Wang Taiyi out, Ruan Wen entered the room and was pouring a cup of tea to eat.Before the entrance, I saw someone coming out of the curtain, saying: "Sister, the uncle is calling you."

Rourou took two bites in a hurry, and hurried inside.

I saw Lin Jue was still sitting behind the desk, taking out a wolf brush, and was about to write.Seeing Wen Rou come in, she coughed slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Research ink."

Step forward gently, take one side of the ink stick, and grind it finely.

Lin Jue always dips in the ink when he draws, he is clearly determined in his heart, but he doesn't write for a long time.The light from the outside came in through the window, and fell on his side face in pieces, making him even more pale and weak.

After a while, he sighed: "That's all..." He raised his elbow slightly, and the tip of his pen fell lightly, and there was a short poem in his eyes.

Lin Jue has a good handwriting, imitating Yan style and small script, which is neat and meticulous.Scanning the past, the name of the plaque on it reads "Shuangtian Xiaojiao".

The tip of the pen wanders, and I will write after a while.Lin Jue seemed to be exhausted, his hands trembled slightly, and he casually threw the wolf hair on the table.Stretching out his hand, Yaoyao touched the paper.The ink was still wet, and as soon as it was touched, the fingertips were stained.

Gentlely said: "The servant will fetch another piece of paper."

But Lin Jue shook his head and said, "No need." He took a deep look at the que word again, it seemed that there were thousands of words in it, but in the end it was only condensed into these few short lines.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the small octagonal box of huanghuali wood and carved asparagus bamboo, and slowly pressed it on the paper.

When you were happy that day, have you ever thought about this day?Lin Jue thought about it, but didn't expect it to come so fast.

He closed his eyes, only to feel that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs had been plucked and destroyed, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly speak.

"Send it to Prince He Rui's mansion. I'll wait for your prince in the Juepin building. Whether he comes or not, it's up to him..." After finishing speaking, he staggered up as if he could no longer support himself, walked to the window, Throwing the window wide open.Whispering: "Autumn is over... let's go... it's time..."

Wenrou took the words and the small box together, walked to the curtain, but stopped again, turned her head and asked: "Master... quietly?"

"Quietly?" Lin Jue couldn't help laughing, the corners of his lips were full of sarcasm, and finally turned into nothingness. "Let's go in an open and aboveboard manner. At this time, who do you want to hide from?"

There was a turmoil outside, Prince He Rui's mansion looked the same as before, but inside it had changed a lot.Wenrou came all the way in from the outside, feeling gloomy and gloomy.There are still people taking care of the flowers and plants, and in my eyes, there is a kind of barrenness.

After all, it is not as good as before, even if the prince is as good as today, I am afraid that now, that friendship is over.

Murong Zhizhi was shooting arrows in the backyard, when he heard Xing Ji say Wen Rou was coming, he quickly stopped, without waiting for a change of clothes, he just washed his hands and came out.

Seeing Wen Rou, he hurriedly asked her, "What does Zijing want you to say?"

He hadn't seen Lin Jue for more than half a month, his heart was burning like fire, and he couldn't really care about etiquette anymore.

Rourou greeted him, and said: "If you go back to the prince, the uncle asked the servant to deliver a letter and bring a small octagonal box over. The uncle said that he is waiting for the prince in the Juepin building."

Murong Zhizhi sat down on his seat, his bushy eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he stretched out his hand in a hurry: "Let me see."

Gentle handed over the things in her hands, without saying much, and stepped back to the side.What does the small word Que mean? Although Wen Rou looked at it, she didn't understand the meaning inside.There is also the small octagonal box. I only know that Lin Jue has been fascinated by it recently, what is in it, and he has nothing to do.

Murong Zhizhi opened the letter first, and after scanning it, it was indeed Lin Jue's handwriting.Upon closer inspection, his heart was pierced like a knife, his eyes were about to burst, and he couldn't believe it at all.Lin Jue wrote a poem "Frost Sky and Xiaojiao", and what I saw in it was:

Good bamboo is suitable for the wind, and often passes through the quiet courtyard.The branches are proud and the frost is proud everywhere, every rainy day, the dawn of the sky.Even if there is none, it will be late.Wine has a thousand meanings.Take a few pots and bottles all by yourself, and the solitary glow is dyed, waiting to be inscribed.

How cold, and how unfeeling.

Murong Zhizhi never expected that after waiting for half a month, what he was waiting for was such a resolute speech!How not to destroy the heart?

The man who has never spoken of fear on the battlefield, who kills like hemp, is holding this letter at this moment, his hands are trembling.Unable to speak at all, he stretched out his hand to open the octagonal box following instinct.

At first glance, it was as if all the strength in the whole body had been taken away by someone, and the moment of pride and pride was in vain.He bent his back slumped, unable to hold on any longer, took out the contents with one hand, slapped the table with the other, and laughed out loud, unable to stop for a long time.

"Lin Zijing! You have never lived up to your name!"

Cutting everything off like this is exactly what he can do.

Murong Zhizhi had never lost his composure like this before, Wen Rou and Xing Ji looked at each other, both of them were shocked.Who would have expected that Lin Jue would do such a thing in half a month!But it caught people off guard.

After the long laugh, Murong Zhizhi just sat there, lost in thought on the objects in his hand, and didn't speak.Xing Ji bravely stepped forward and said, "My lord..."

But he stood up abruptly, put the object and the que into his arms, and said: "Change clothes and prepare the car! I'm going out..." He staggered a step, coughing loudly: "Go out to meet him..."

Peerless building.Wine has a thousand meanings.Lin Jue.

Sure enough, as long as there is a heart, everything can hurt people's hearts.

Murong Zhizhi came to Juepin Building, just after entering the door, Xiao Er came out to greet him, and said with a smile: "My lord, please, Mr. Lin is already waiting upstairs in the private room."

Xiao Er led Murong Zhizhi to the private room, and sure enough Lin Jue was already inside.He always likes to wear royal blue clothes, which makes him look like a crown jade, outstanding.Today, he was uncharacteristically, wearing a dark blue dress.I don't know if it's because he really hurt his body, or because of the heavy color of his clothes, which makes his complexion extremely pale.

This pallor made Murong worry, and just as he was worried, he felt a wave of hope.Seeing how weak he was, he must have had a bad day recently.Maybe what happened now was not his intention...

"The banquet is ready, my lord, please sit down." Lin Jue stretched out his hand to hold the wine pot. The wine pot tasted the moonlight. He held it in his hand, and the back of his hand was even more white under the quilt.

Lin Jue raised his head and looked over, after a long time no see, Murong Zhizhi also seemed to be haggard, originally high-spirited, but now he was a little dazed.Murong Zhizhi waved Xiao Er back, stepped forward, and sat beside him.

He was raising his hand to pour wine, when Murong Zhizhi stretched out his hand to stop him unexpectedly, saying: "You are in better health."

Pushing away his hand, Lin Jue poured the pot again, filling up the two people's wine cups.Finally put down the wine pot, picked up the wine cup, and said: "I'm not sick at all, but I just told this lie because I didn't want to see people."

Murong Zhizhi stretched out his hand to hold the wine cup in front of him tightly, knowing that the peace and tranquility now is false, but he refused to break it.It doesn't matter if it's late, or it's slow.I also want to hold this moment of emptiness in my hands.

Lin Jue had a smile on his face, but the smile was weak and pale, but his eyes were determined, as if he had to make a decision today.He slowly brought the wine cup to his lips. The wine cup was cold and stuck to his lips, making people shiver.He parted his lips slightly, revealing his fine white teeth.He closed his eyes, raised his head, and the cold wine entered his mouth and slowly entered his stomach along his throat.

This is extremely strong wine, but it is only half a cup, and it is like a fire, sweeping up from the belly and rising to the cheeks.Lin Jue's complexion was slightly pale, but at the moment it was a little bit crimson mixed with some extra color.

Murong Zhizhi watched his movements, raised his head and finished a cup of wine, and held his wrist with gritted teeth. "This wine is strong, you only need three glasses, and you should be drunk."

Lin Jue is a person who doesn't often drink alcohol.

Lin Jue looked back at him, only then did all the smiles fade away, and now there is only coolness and indifference left.His eyes were like a deep pool, he looked at Murong Zhizhi quietly, and said: "I really want to get drunk today."

Murong Zhizhi slowly let go of his hand, and did not stop him.He said in the mouth: "It's all bluffing words to solve a thousand worries once drunk."

The solution was never worry, but just coaxing myself.

Lin Jue ate the half cup of wine slowly, and said after a long time, "I heard that the prince is going back to the frontier after the next year, and I have to go back to my hometown for an exam, so I can't send you off. After that, there will be thousands of mountains and rivers, so let's talk about giving it in advance with this banquet."

"You clearly know that this is not what I want." Murong Yi held the empty wine cup in his hand tightly, "Zijing... that day in the carriage, maybe my words were not clear enough. Today I will ask you again... Are you willing to come with me? Although the frontier is suffering, it is free..."

The rest of the words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out another word.

He looked at Lin Jue shaking his head clearly, without any hesitation, and said his words so decisively, without leaving room for room: "I don't want to." After a pause, Lin Jue broke out into a smile.Put the wine cup on the table, and said in a slow voice: "My lord is going here, it should belong to the ends of the world. We have met once, so please forgive me for not being able to send us far away."

Murong Zhizhi tightly clasped his wrist, with a slight hatred in his eyes: "We have already agreed..."

"I didn't answer." He smiled slightly, but cruelly.Even though Murong suffered all kinds of pain and thousands of arrows pierced his heart, he still remained motionless. "However, how can the prince believe in it when he plays on every occasion?"