Younger brother

It was pitch black in front of him, Shan Niantong couldn't see or hear anything, as if he had fallen into the dream that had haunted him for more than ten years, he had a vague feeling that he was trapped in a stone box completely isolated from the outside world inside.

Shan Niantong can't remember how he got into this stone box anymore, he only remembers that the mistress of the Shan family, Mrs. Cen, suddenly asked him to go to the west wing, and then he was knocked out just as he entered the door, and later, he vaguely heard A woman's voice.

The woman said, "Are you going to kill him? He won't come back?"

Then I heard a man say: "Stop rambling, it's the high priest's idea whether to kill him or not."

Shan Niantong's hands and feet were tied with ropes, and a black cloth bag was placed over his head. After an unknown amount of time, he heard the heavy friction sound of the stone box lid being pushed open, and a faint light came from outside the black cloth bag. cast over.

Shan Niantong felt that he was thrown out of the box and fell heavily on the cold and smooth ground. The fine texture of the floor tiles under his palm made him guess that he was in a certain palace.

Someone rudely pulled off the cloth bag on Shan Niantong's head. The sudden strong light made him unable to open his eyes for a while, even through the white silk. After he got used to the light, he could see clearly. , This is indeed in a certain palace.

In the center of the hall stood a tripod and an incense burner with sandalwood rising slowly. Shan Niantong was still tied with a rope, which made him have to curl up to barely see the person sitting on the couch behind the incense burner. man.

It was a man wearing a black gold priest's robe. His forehead was very high, so it looked a little too long. There were three flaming cinnabar spots between his brows, and a pair of willow leaves were slightly red. The thick lips under the sharp nose were dark purple.

He smiled at Shan Niantong, that smile was friendly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Seeing Shan Niantong wake up, he got up from the couch and approached Shan Niantong who was curled up on the ground step by step.

He bent down, stretched out his hand to lift Shan Niantong's slightly pointed chin, and smiled stiffly: "Like, it really looks like."

Shan Niantong didn't know what he was talking about, but noticed that he scratched his nails painfully, just like Shan Qiye, the roots were turning black.

Jin Ruocheng looked at the beautiful face of the young man in front of him, thought of Shan Qiye hugging such a person who looked like Shan Niantong to sleep every day, withdrew his hand, clenched his fist tightly, and let the sharp nails pierce his palm.

Jin Ruocheng turned around and walked to the side of the hall, drew out the decorative ancient sword, and approached Shan Niantong who was curled up on the ground step by step.

Seeing his sharp sword approaching step by step, Shan Niantong retreated instinctively, but he grabbed his neck.

"Since you are so like him, then go to hell with him." Jin Ruocheng's eyes turned red, and he stabbed Shan Niantong with his sword.

Just when the blade was less than half an inch away from Shan Niantong, he was sent flying by a long sword.

Shan Niantong opened his eyes and saw, by the door of the main hall, a man in green clothes came in, with a scabbard tied around his waist, the long sword just now was obviously from his hand.

Shan Niantong recognized this man in Tsing Yi, he was the one who stopped him outside the East Palace where Prince Sheng Wang held a wedding banquet eight years ago.

It's just that at that time he was wearing a dark green official gown with a white jade girdle. He was well-dressed and looked too cautious, but today he was wearing a plain blue gown with long hair and a crown. The only decoration was the scarf on his wrist. Hongying, on the other hand, seemed somewhat elegant.

"Zifu, what do you want to do?" Jin Ruocheng let go of Shan Niantong's pale and long neck, and said while looking at Li Fu.

Li Fu didn't answer him, but walked up to Shan Niantong, bent down, and untied the ropes on his hands and feet for him.

At this time, Shan Niantong noticed that what was tied around his wrist was not a red tassel, but something like a forehead wipe.

Being stared at by the boy in white gave Li Fu a feeling of being stared at by the former Shan Niantong. Li Fu couldn't help but reach out and stroke his face. It was still the stunning beauty of Shan Niantong when he was 16 years old. But he didn't have the arrogance of Shan Niantong.

"You are not him after all." Li Fu withdrew his hand, sighed softly, picked up his saber and wanted to leave.

"He's just a child molester of the Patriarch of the Shan family." Jin Ruocheng had already picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and pointed the blade at Shan Niantong.

Shan Niantong, who had never been confronted with swords like this for more than ten years, couldn't help but feel a little scared, and retreated tremblingly, subconsciously grabbed Li Fu's sleeve robe who was about to leave, and fell into his arms.

Li Fu hugged him subconsciously, but saw the face that looked like Shan Niantong, looking at him with panic and fear.

Facing this face, Li Fu's heart softened after all, and he said to Jin Ruocheng, "I took him away."

Since the disappearance of Shan Niantong, the Shan family has been turned on their backs. The head of the Shan family was furious and tortured a group of servants who had served Shan Niantong. Finally, he learned from a small servant that before Shan Niantong disappeared, Someone saw him go to the west wing.

When the Shan family's mistress Cen saw Shan Qiye's sinister expression, she fell down on the couch in fright, but forced a smile and said, "Master, why do you have time to see Erniang today?"

"I heard that the old lady in the West Wing is very dishonest, so I will loosen Er Niang's skin today." Just as Shan Qiye finished speaking, someone threw a brown bloody skin at Cen's On the table on the couch.

Cen almost fainted when she saw it, it was the bloody human skin that was peeled off alive by the old nun who had been serving her all the year round.

Cen fell to her knees and cried, "Patriarch, please spare me, Patriarch, please spare me!"

Shan Qiye looked at her coldly and said, "Tell me, where did Tong'er go?"

"I don't know, I really don't know!" Cen cried out in horror.

Shan Qiye smiled sullenly, and said to her: "Do you want to loosen your skin too?"

Cen didn't dare to look at the bloody human skin on the table, and immediately cried: "It's the high priest, it was the high priest who asked me to knock the young master unconscious and send him out of the house, I really don't know about the rest. "

Shan Qiye instructed Chen Fugui: "Before finding Tong'er, peel off her skin one by one. If Tong'er is safe, then let her live. If...then throw her into the corpse den." , to be buried with Tonger."

Cen was so frightened that she fell off the couch and knocked over the bloody bird's nest on the table. When she was dragged down by her servants, she cursed viciously: "Shan Qiye, don't think that no one knows, Tong'er looks so beautiful. Like who, a beast, an actor raised by a mother, a little bastard born to an actor, when he dies, you find someone who is exactly like him, brothers are paradoxical, you will die!"

Shan Qiye frowned and said, "Pull out her tongue."

When Shan Qiye walked to the Dongyuan lobby, Xiao Feng had already been sitting there waiting for him for a long time.

Xiao Feng said to Shan Qiye: "Jiye, didn't you say earlier that you were only asking about the royal palace?"

Shan Qiye smiled coldly and said, "However, I feel now that the surname of Ling Kingdom is still Chen, and he will come in peace."

Xiao Feng said: "Right now, King Sheng has made a comeback, gathered a large number of rebels, and surrounded the city of Yinzhou. The hearts of the people, the invasion of the imperial capital, is just around the corner, but the rebels are no match for the orthodox troops like the Li Family Army and the Forbidden Army. If you want to break through the palace gate , I'm afraid it's...reluctantly difficult."

Shan Qiye said: "What if you add your Shenling army and my undead army?"

Xiao Feng said with a smile: "That means another Li family army will come, and they won't be able to guard the palace gate anymore."

"Then let them feel the fear coming." Shan Qiye looked at the eastern sky outside the window, and could see the highest Nuan Pavilion in the palace.

On the other side, Shan Yuyan and Mafuya Yantiti, after traveling all over the five lakes and three rivers of Qianluzhou for seven years, seeing all kinds of mountains and rivers, and after seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, they finally decided to return to the imperial capital of Ling Kingdom, and it was worthy of leaving the continent. As soon as he opened his mouth, he listened to the transport guy on the wharf talk about the change of ownership of the country of Ling.

I heard from the guy that although Chen Xiankuan is still in power in Lingguo, Li Jin is already in power.

Shan Yuyan sighed endlessly: "It's only been seven years, how can the world change so quickly."

Ma Fuya Yan Titi smiled and said: "Embarrassing? How many seven years can your life last?"

Shan Yuyan smiled and said: "Not too many, not too many, after breaking off about ten fingers, I will go."

Ma Fuya Yan Titi didn't quarrel with him as usual this day, she just walked from one end of the ferry to the other, looking at the waters of Lingguo getting closer and closer. She is 29 years old, for a woman , age is clearly a fatal injury.

But Ma Fuya Yan Titi is not worried about her appearance getting old. In her eyes, appearance has never been a bargaining chip in love. She waited for Shan Yuyan for seven years, but he never responded. She began to be afraid, until she died. Can't know, she wants the answer.

Shan Yuyan walked to her side, and asked with a smile: "My lord, what trouble do you have?"

Ma Fuya Yan Titi just glanced at him with those still cold Danfeng eyes, those deep purple eyes seemed to be blurred like mist, Shan Yuyan would always be intoxicated by her eyes, and would involuntarily want to get close to her, Shan Yuyan thought, maybe this is also the reason why he and Mafuya Yantiti have been entangled for so many years, but they have never really separated completely.

Mafuya Yantiti asked: "Jiyan, if I die, will you plant a sage orchid on my grave?"

Shan Yuyan was stunned for a moment, and then complained: "It's so good, how can anyone curse themselves like that."

Shan Yuyan didn't know that among the Mafuya Yan people in the Ao country, Ge Lanhua was a symbol of true love that would never change until death.

Ma Fuya Yan Titi hugged him and said: "If I die, you must plant a Gelan flower for me."

Shan Yuyan smiled and said, "Then what if I die first?"

Mafuya Yantiti let go of him, raised her chin proudly and said, "As long as I live, I won't let you die."

Shan Yuyan touched her nose a little shyly, and said: "I'm going back to Ling country soon, so don't say such depressing words soon."

Ma Fuya Yan Ti Ti narrowed her eyes and said: "This is the most sensual love story my Princess has ever said."

Shan Yuyan thought to herself, the love words of this Ao countryman are really special, either you die or I live, and after death they insist on arranging flowers on each other's graves, this kind of love words can be regarded as ingenious and unique, the level of sympathy words has always been amazing Cen Fuyu has everything.

After getting off the boat, Mafuya Yantiti and Shan Yuyan went up the sandy ridge very fast this time, but the sandy ridge is vast, and they just barely entered the border of Ao country before the sun set, and it took a long time to find a horse shop Hotel, take a break.

Shan Yuyan remembered that when he first entered the hotel in Qianluzhou, he accidentally offended the local customs. If Mafuya Yantiti hadn't been there, he would have been almost thrown into the frying pan by those barbarians.

So this time, Shan Yuyan seemed very cautious, for fear that he would accidentally offend some border customs that he didn't know, and cause trouble.But he never expected that this time it was not him who went to commit crimes, but people who came to commit crimes against him.

Shan Yuyan also recognized that person, it was Ling Xiaozi in flowered clothes and Shangguan Xie, the corpse man who had been tortured until he met seven years ago on the sandy ridge.

But what surprised him this time was that Shangguan Xie, who was neither human nor ghost, seemed to be resurrected from the dead, all the scars and corpse spots on his body disappeared, and he walked into the horse shop talking and laughing with the little boy in flower clothes hostel.

Although Shan Yuyan, who was born in a yin and yang family, also knows the recovery technique of corpses, and he has also seen a corpse that looks like a living person, his younger brother, but he is not a corpse after all, but a corpse with a soul , so he never imagined that the corpse man could do this too.

But when Ling Xiaozi took Shangguan Xie to the side of Shan Yuyan and Mafuya Yantiti, Shan Yuyan finally realized that it was not a corpse at all, but a lifelike paper figurine. He looks like Shangguan Xie, but he is not a stranger.

"I see you again, Brother Sour Ge." Ling Xiaozi smiled innocently and walked to their table.

If he hadn't seen Ling Xiaozi's cruelty when he put him to death, even Shan Yuyan would have believed that the little boy in flower clothes in front of him was just a pure young man.

"Why do you call him 'Brother Sour Song'?" Mafuya Yantiti was rarely interested in such trivial matters.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ling Xiaozi smacked his lips and said, "You don't know, when I saw him seven years ago, he drank alcohol and sang, and the lyrics...was so sour, I'm afraid he missed someone else. Eight-year-old little beauty."

Then Ling Xiaozi deliberately inspected Mafuya Yantiti from head to toe, provocatively said: "Anyway, it can't be a barbarian like you."

Ling Xiaozi purposely walked around Mafuya Yantiti and said, "Oh, look at you, you are quite old now, at such an old age, you still follow this out-of-the-ordinary kid all day long, I'm afraid no one would marry you at all. Bar?"

Mafuya Yantiti raised her Danfeng eyes coldly and glanced at Ling Xiaozi, and said hoarsely, "What does it have to do with you?"

Before Ling Xiaozi taunted him even more presumptuously, Mafuya Yantiti raised the knife and put it on his neck: "You can try to say one more word, this princess will let you know how it feels like your head is falling."

Ling Xiaozi stopped talking, took a step back, sat on the paper figure that looked like Shangguan Xie, and said to the paper figure: "Dead dog, run away."

The paper figurine actually carried him away from the horse shop hotel. Before leaving, he said to Shan Yuyan: "Next time we meet, maybe you will not be so lucky."

Just when Shan Yuyan wanted to enter the hotel room, she was pushed against the wall by Ma Fuya Yan Giti, and her hoarse voice sounded: "Who is she?"

Shan Yuyan was slightly taken aback, and then realized that the "she" she mentioned referred to the girl in the song.

Shan Yuyan smiled and said: "It's just a sour song, why are you so serious?"

Mafuya Yantiti was not reluctant: "Is it Taoyao from Wangxianglou in the imperial capital, or Ziyi from Huazhifang in Qianluzhou?"

Shan Yuyan felt distressed, so she said: "It's really not them."

"That's someone who the Princess has never been taught." Mafuya Yantiti approached his ear, "Tonight, you will explain to the Princess."