Younger brother

The end of the Li Jin Dynasty was in the late spring, a season when the pear blossoms were all in decline. Sheng Wang Chen Xianyu led a strong army of volunteers to start an uprising in Yinzhou, swept across most of the territory of Ling State, and respected Hou Xiaofeng in Fengjingping. With the help of Ling Dajun, he invaded the imperial capital.

Shan Qiye led his army of ghosts and undead, and surrounded the entire palace. When he was wearing a black gold battle robe, blood was not stained, and after slaughtering all the forbidden troops, he finally entered the main hall, but only saw Jin Ruocheng. One person stood on the Panlong stone steps.

Jin Ruocheng was wearing a luxurious black gold dragon dress, but his long hair, which was always tied up, was hanging loose on his shoulders. Looking at the man who looked like a Rakshasa god of death, his hands were covered with blood, and he was walking towards him step by step. It was smiling at him.

"Where is he?" Shan Qiye just asked this question.

Jin Ruocheng naturally knew who Shan Qiye was referring to, and the smile on his face froze slightly, but soon returned to the original smile: "Jiye, you really don't care about Nian, the same family back then, did you have any friendship? ?”

Shan Qiye said coldly: "I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with you, where did he go?"

Jin Ruocheng smiled slightly: "Brother, you will never have the chance to know."

I saw that Jin Ruocheng reached out and untied his girdle, and opened his robe, revealing his blackened and rotten chest. He personally cut a cross on his chest with a dagger, and blood-red lines ran along his chest. It has been all over his body.

Jin Ruocheng's whole body seemed to be torn apart, turning dark red, his fingers sharpened into sharp claws, and his human teeth elongated into fangs, which broke his mouth. During these drastic changes, his body The whites of the eyes gradually disappeared, becoming a monster with all black eyes.

Shan Qiye just smiled contemptuously: "Do you think you can kill me by turning yourself into a blood corpse?"

Jin Ruocheng's tongue had been smashed by sharp fangs, and he could only make a sound. He wanted to say to Shan Qiye, "I just want to die under your Soul Eater Sword and accompany you forever."

Any undead who died in Shan Qiye's soul-eating sword will have their souls swallowed by the sword and become sword spirits, and they will never be reborn.

But Shan Qiye didn't do what he wanted, he didn't even pull out the sword at his waist, he just threw out a few paper figurines made of gold leaf, listed the little ghost killing array in the hall, then turned and left the hall , never even looked back.

The gold paper figurines left by him in the hall stood up one by one, barely touched the ground, and then turned into the size of a human being. They walked around the hall as if they were alive, but their hands and feet flashed like sharp blades. With a metallic luminescence.

Jin Ruocheng had just chased a few steps before his feet were cut off by those paper figurines. Jin Ruocheng's fangs and sharp claws were cut into pieces like leaves under a knife in front of those blade-like puppets, and then he was dragged towards In the formation in the center of the hall.

Before being devoured by the little ghost killing array, Jin Ruocheng's blackened eyes revealed despair: that man, the senior brother he had called for seven years, was actually the soul sword spirit he wished to be under his sword, accompanying him by his side, Are you unwilling to agree to such a humble last pleading?

The once glorious Li Mansion was also besieged by layers of soldiers. Li Fu watched the sunset fall from the last pear blossom tree in Li Mansion, and Li Fu knew that his end had finally come.

At dusk, Li Fu strolled round and round around the Li Mansion where he grew up.

For this deep and extravagant mansion, Li Fu is already familiar with it, and he can walk in it without turning on the lights.

This mansion carried his abundant but barren life.

He remembered that when he was young, his father, the prime minister of Ling country, would often teach him how to read and write in the study filled with the holy books of the sages. His father often said to him that if he brought power and status to the Li family, he would be It is the meaning of his life.

And under the last withered pear tree, his mother's bones were buried.

His mother was an extremely gentle and virtuous woman, and it was his mother who took the name of Li Fu.

However, he offended the majesty of the emperor because the same word was tabooed in the name of the former emperor Chengxi, so he was not reused by the former emperor. A ninth-rank petty official who is not allowed to enter.

In a rage, his father killed his mother.

Li Fu's mother was just a woman with a small surname, and her family background was not considered noble, so even if she died, her natal family would not come to find trouble.In order to deceive others, his father ordered someone to bury his mother directly under the pear tree in the courtyard.

Li Fu was only 17 years old when his mother died.

Li Fu stretched out his hand and stroked every inch of the railing of the promenade in the mansion, whether concave or convex, with traces of wind and rain.

It can be said that this century-old mansion bears every bit of Li Fu's growth, his innocence and joy when he was young, the pain of growing up when he was young, his first ignorance in his youth, his ambition when he was young, and At this moment, he was desolately desperate.

Li Fu once thought that his life was fulfilling, he was named on the gold list, entered the court as an official, got married and married, everything was ready.

But at this time, Li Fu felt that his life was wasted.

When he was young, he thought about wandering the rivers and lakes, escaping from the family surnamed Li, and living a life like a wild crane like the clouds and wild cranes as said in the drama scripts, but he never even took a step.Later he entered Qingshan Academy and met Shan Niantong whom he admired when he was young, but he failed to protect him and even buried him with his own hands.

Later, for the sake of family power, Li Fu married Princess Yanhua, but at that time, he was so numb that he didn't know how to love another person. On the wedding night, he didn't touch her at all, but she was pregnant child.

Li Fu finally understood why Emperor Chengxi agreed to marry Princess Yanhua to him. He almost hated the emperor.Finally, three years ago, Li Fu colluded with Jin Ruocheng and urged Chen Xianchuan to kill the emperor.To be killed by his own son, this is the best ending for that foolish king who lives on idly and doesn't care about the people.

After the death of Emperor Xian, Princess Yanhua, who learned the truth, wanted to kill Li Fu to avenge her father, but was killed by Li Fu.Just like his father back then, Li Fu buried his nominal wife under the pear tree in the side courtyard.

Walking under the pear tree in the side courtyard, Li Fu felt desperate. He couldn't help but feel that maybe the sadness started from his birth.To be born in a family surnamed Li who was born outside the golden catkins and ruined catkins was the greatest sorrow in his life.

In the middle of the night, Li Fu walked into the bedroom in the courtyard, and the boy in white fell asleep peacefully on the couch.

Under the light of the evergreen lamp, the boy's complexion is pale, but his thin lips are unnaturally red, and the long crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a little shadow on his eyelids, and his picturesque facial features look extremely beautiful and handsome .

Standing in front of the boy's bed, Li Fu delicately and tenderly stroked his face which was identical to Shan Niantong's.Now Li Fu is 30 years old, but the boy on the bed is still 16 years old and gorgeous.

Li Fu thought about it a long time ago, maybe until he died, he would not know whether this young man was Shan Niantong or not, but he was willing to wait for ten years, thirty years, fifty years, but he hadn't thought of it yet. The deadline was so short.

Li Fu will never have the chance to know whether Tong'er is the dead Shan Niantong.

From the dark compartment under the bookcase, Li Fu took out a red robe embroidered with begonia flowers with gold silk, held it in front of his eyes, and gently stroked his face, showing a warm smile on his emaciated face. , he murmured: "Only boy, only boy."

Li Fu sat in front of the case holding the red dress all night, and he didn't walk out of the room until Dongfang vomited.

It was already the next morning, Li Fu walked to the pear tree in the side courtyard, and his mother and his wife were buried under their feet.

Facing the bright morning light, he pulled out the saber at his waist, removed the red-tasseled lotus pattern on his wrist and wiped his forehead, and wiped the long sword inch by inch until the sword could reflect his own. Shuangrui phoenix eyes.

Li Fu held the blade of the sword, pointed at his chest, and stabbed hard.

When the sword pierced through his heart, he felt severe suffocating pain, a mouthful of blood flowed from his lungs into his mouth, the blood he spouted reddened the falling pear blossoms under his feet, and the corners of his lips were With a smile, tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Li Fu finally knew that the heart-wrenching pain that Shan Niantong had endured was such a pain.

Before dying, Li Fu once again recalled the seven years of lingering youth with Shan Niantong.

Li Fu recalled the first time he saw Shan Niantong, he wanted to get close but was turned away by him.

When the children of the aristocratic family headed by Dong Rui and Shangguan Xie bullied him, Li Fu tried his best to protect him, but he was beaten into a mess together with him. Li Fu still remembered that Shan Niantong said indifferently at that time: " Meddle in your own business, who wants you to save me."

On a breezy spring day, Li Fu took Shan Niantong's hand and walked on a country path full of spring flowers. At that time, Shan Niantong said to him: "Do you know that flowers bloom without remembering the year? Spring flowers bloom every year, but Next time, it won't be the flowers this time."

In the summer with the sound of cicadas chirping, Li Fu shook his fan to drive away the heat from Shan Niantong who was sleeping lightly. Looking at Shan Niantong's beautiful face on the couch, Li Fu couldn't help kissing him, but was awakened by Shan Niantong who woke up. Nian Tong raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

In the autumn when the crabapple blossoms were in full bloom, Shan Niantong was lying on a flower bed full of crabapple flowers and reading. Every time he saw something wonderful, he folded the pages of the book and sandwiched them with crabapple flowers. Li Fu wanted to persuade him to cherish the book, but he heard He said: "Loving books is not to put them on the shelf, but to have a thoughtful conversation with the person who wrote the book, and to praise his articles with fragrant flowers."

In the cold and windy winter, Li Fu wrapped Shan Niantong in a mink velvet cloak, held his hand, and walked through the snow to find plum blossoms. In the plum blossom alley, Shan Niantong smelled wintersweet and said, "It is said that plum blossoms are fragrant and beautiful." , the crabapple has no fragrance, but I feel that the fragrance of the crabapple is more comfortable than the plum fragrance."

In the end, Li Fu, whose consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, saw Shan Niantong walking towards him in the sunlight, wearing a red dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with begonia flowers, as if he had been in a lifetime.

At the last moment of death, he heard a clear call from the darkness: "Zifu."

In the early morning, when Shan Qiye led the forbidden army into Li's residence, in the backyard of Li's house, he saw Li Fu who committed suicide under the pear tree and a young man in red holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The sun shone on Li Fu's blood-spattered face, pale and handsome, the blood stained his Tsing Yi red, a long sword was held in his hand, pierced his chest, the branches of snow-white pear blossoms kept falling, leisurely Floating, falling into the pool of blood on the ground, stained with blood.

And the young man in red standing in front of Li Fu had a pale complexion, dark eyes, thin red lips, and a gorgeous appearance.

Shan Qiye walked up to them, looking at Shan Nian's childish and white profile, he began to feel faintly uneasy.

However, what he feared most happened.

I don't know if it's the reason of the evergreen lantern, or Li Fu's obsession, Shan Niantong finally remembered everything.

"Shan Qiye." When Shan Niantong called his name with such a clear voice, Shan Qiye knew that he was no longer his Tong'er.

"Have you remembered everything?" It was obviously a question, but when it came to Shan Qiye, it turned into a statement.

"I remember." Shan Niantong's voice was clear and distant.

Dressed in a red dress, Shan Niantong walked up to Shan Qiye, raised his hand and slapped him, his unnaturally red lips were slightly parted, his voice was arrogant and indifferent, just like the one he had 13 years ago. He: "You are not worthy to be my big brother."

Looking at the back of Shan Niantong leaving, Shan Qiye stood in place for a while, unable to reach out to keep him.

Shan Qiye only felt dull pain coming from his empty chest, and he stretched out his hand to cover his heartless chest.Shan Qiye couldn't figure out why his heart still hurts even though he lost his heart.

For Shan Niantong, he did all the evil things and tried all the dirty methods, but he still couldn't keep his younger brother.

Suddenly lightning flashed in the clear sky, thunder rumbled in the sky, followed by pouring rain.

The rain washed away the blood stains on Li Fu under the pear tree, but spread the blood more and more, staining the whole white pear blossoms under the tree red.

In the rain, Shan Qiye let the rain drench his whole body, looking at Li Fu who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Is this God's punishment for you?" Shan Qiye said to Li Fu, "Or his punishment for me?"

Li Fu fell silently in the rain, and the muddy water washed away by the rain splashed on him. His pale and cold face stained his blue robe, and the red-tasseled lotus pattern on his forehead that he cherished had long since fallen off. In the dirt, soiled by the dirt.

Shan Qiye walked out of the gate of Li's house in a cold black gold shirt. The rain had already washed away the blood on his shirt and his hands. He suddenly felt warm liquid flow out of his eye sockets. When he stretched out his hand to caress his face, But it was stained with blood again.

Xiao Feng, who was guarding outside the door, was shocked when he saw Shan Qiye crying blood: "Jiye, did your eyes hurt?"

Shan Qiye replied: "It's not the eyes, it's the heart."

Shan Qiye discovered that he didn't have a heart that would bleed, so his eyes bleed for his heart.