Younger brother

The winter wind from Ao country finally reached the continent of Ling country, even the imperial capital located in the south was bitingly cold.The natural disaster three years ago caused a shortage of food in Lingguo. Even if there is plenty of rain in the years after the blood sacrifice, it still cannot solve the problem of food shortage.

Even in states and counties close to the imperial capital, you can often see the bones of people who died of hunger and cold, exposed in the countryside.

The cold wind with the stench of corpses blows across the vast barren fields, past the pavilions and pavilions of the imperial capital, but cannot blow into the warm pavilion under the golden glazed tiles.

The cold wind slammed into the vermilion lacquered gates of the extravagant palace with the people's grievances, but was dispelled by the burning orchids in the center of the warm pavilion.

Li Fu sat in the warm warm pavilion, and before he picked up the small case, the golden cup had been warmed by the maid.

"□□Fucking sour weather, I'm about to freeze to death!" Dong Rui came in from the palace gate, threw off his wolf fur cloak that was wet in the winter rain, and directly grabbed the warmth from Li Fu's hand. The wine drank in one gulp.

King Sheng, who has been established as the prince, Chen Xianyu wore a golden python robe, sat sideways on the main seat in the Nuan Pavilion, and jokingly said to the sixth prince, King Xiao, "Master Dong Rui, you look like a rambunctious mangy dog ​​like this!" He came in like a description, but he was not stopped by the imperial brother's guards, should it be better to say that Dong Rui's eldest son is extraordinarily handsome, or that the dog in the palace of the imperial brother, you, is tired and lazy?"

Before King Xiao could speak, Jin Ruocheng, the High Priest of Ling Kingdom, interjected, "I'm afraid Dong Rui's son visits so often that even the dogs in King Xiao's palace recognize the smell of excrement on his body."

The implication is that Dong Rui has a close relationship with the sixth prince, King Xiao.

The prince Chen Xianyu, who was already very thoughtful, couldn't understand what Jin Ruocheng said, but he just played with the jade brave in his hand, and pretended not to hear it, humming and laughing twice.

Dong Rui, who has always been arrogant and domineering, never heard such insults. He kicked over the food and drink at Jin Ruocheng's table, pulled out the saber from his waist, and laid it on Jin Ruocheng's neck: "You bastard of the Jin family, Are you worthy of scolding this son?"

Jin Ruocheng also realized that he was quick to talk for a while. No matter how vulgar Dong Rui is, he is also the eldest son of the Dong family. Sheng Wang Chen Xianyu is already the prince, so he naturally scolded Dong Rui, and the Jin family is just a small clan. It's just a high priest without real power, how can he be compared with them.

Li Fu looked at Jin Ruocheng who was pale from fright or anger, and couldn't bear it, so he stopped him and said: "Dong Rui, you are enough, His Royal Highness and King Xiao are here, don't be too presumptuous .”

Dong Rui put away the knife, looked back at Li Fu coldly and said, "Stop pretending to be a gentleman here."

"Shan Niantong died a long time ago, who are you acting for now?"

Dong Rui's vicious words pierced Li Fu's heart like a knife.

"Speaking of it, I really should thank Mr. Li. If you hadn't sent the pure yin heart of the youngest son of the Shan family to save the life of the father, how could the father live like this now." Prince Chen Xianyu smiled. said.

But in fact, Chen Xianyu hated Li Fu for saving the emperor.

If not, he would have already ascended the throne at this moment.

His mindless sixth younger brother, King Xiao, who is covetous about the throne, should have been imprisoned long ago. How can he be as he is now, obedient on the surface, fighting for power behind his back, buying people's hearts, and colluding with bureaucrats.

Crown Prince Chen Xianyu walked up to Li Fu and said, "Speaking of which, after my sister married into the Li family, will she still be virtuous and virtuous?"

The imperial sister that Chen Xianyu spoke of was naturally the one bestowed by the emperor, Princess Yanhua.

Li Fu replied respectfully: "Return to Your Highness, everything is fine."

Three years ago, there was a great wasteland in Ling country, and the border war with Ao country was tense. Emperor Cheng Xi was seriously ill. It is said that the heart of the son of pure yin has the power to save people in the dying days.

And Shan Niantong, the third son of the single family concubine, was born with the horoscope of pure yin, born in Zhongyuan, with a body of evil spirits, so he was given the blood sacrifice of Zhongyuan by Emperor Cheng Xi, so that there would be no shortage in the coming year, and his heart was given by Li. Fu dedicated to the emperor.

The emperor once promised him that as long as he could save his life, he would marry Princess Yanhua to him.

"He can even deceive the young master of the Shan family. If he gives him his heart, he will naturally be able to coax the princess into submission." Dong Rui didn't want to make it easier for Li Fu, so he said with a smile on purpose, "Mr. Li This set of sanctimonious, when can you teach me?"

Li Fu didn't say a word, just sat there expressionless, staring blankly at the red tasseled lotus pattern on his hand and wiping his forehead.

He still remembered that many years ago, a young boy in red clothes with a forehead wiped, with a beautiful appearance, was riding on the old linden tree branch in Qingshan Academy, with a smile as bright as a red begonia in autumn, and asked: "Zifu, do you want to be a university student?" official?"

It is human nature for a man to seek fame and fortune.

However, because he repeated a word with Emperor Chengxi Chen Futian, he violated the emperor's name taboo, so even if he got the second place in the exam, Emperor Chengxi gave him a [-]th board under the pretext of being an excuse, and he was given a random one that even the court was not good at. A ninth-rank petty official who is not allowed to enter.

To him, who was born in the Li family, this was obviously a great shame and humiliation.

One day, Jin Ruocheng told him that Shan Niantong, the youngest son of the Shan family, was the son of pure Yin, and he could save the emperor with his heart.

So, he began to waver.

It was him who tricked Shan Niantong into planning with him to transfer his elder brother away from the imperial capital and take command of the border,

It was he who tricked Shan Niantong into drinking the drug and sent him to the Jiuying Altar with his own hands.

It was also he who personally dedicated the jade box containing Shan Niantong's bloody heart to the emperor.

But on the day of his wedding with Princess Yanhua, he was alone in the cold wine cellar, holding the red-tasseled lotus pattern he had given to Shan Niantong to wipe his forehead, and drank cold wine all night.

That night, he was drunk as soon as he got drunk, but he couldn't get drunk no matter what.

Dong Rui looked at Li Fu's heartbroken look, and sneered, "Tch, hypocrisy."

Li Fu didn't care about Dong Rui's ridicule, and drank another glass of wine, trying to let the alcohol dilute his memory of that person, and the person he recalled was sitting in a carriage heading for Fengjing, far away from him. farther and farther.

Shan Niantong stretched out his hand and pushed open a corner of the carriage window, and the cold wind outside rushed in.

Although Shan Qiye knew that he was not afraid of the cold, he still wrapped him more tightly with blankets.

"Does Tong'er feel that the car is stuffy?" Shan Qiye raised his hand to smooth the white silk straps in front of Dan Niantong's eyes that were blown by the cold wind.

Shan Niantong shook his head and said, "No, I can always hear someone shouting."

But Shan Qiye said softly: "The wind is so loud, Tong'er must have heard it wrong."

Even Shan Niantong could hear the voice, so it is impossible for Shan Qiye not to notice that they only brought a groom and two servants with them on this trip to Fengjing.Ah Fu was afraid of the cold, he was beaten to death and refused to go with him, but Nian Tong was soft-hearted, so he left him to guard the garden with Xiuzhu and Xing'er.

Apart from the two servants behind the carriage, there was a voice that kept shouting, who could it be if it was Cen Fuyu who insisted on going to Fengjing with him because he was begging for nothing.

It's just that Shan Qiye didn't like that he was always wandering in front of Shan Niantong, so he deliberately pretended not to hear the sound of him chasing and shouting outside the carriage, and even ordered the groom to speed up, just because he didn't want him to show up again In front of Shan Niantong.

On the way to Fengjing, there was a lot of rain, snow and wind and sand, and Cen Fuyu, who was chasing wildly by the imperial horse outside the carriage, suffered a lot.

Finally, after rushing for a whole day, Shan Qiye felt sorry for Shan Niantong's fatigue, so he stopped at an inn to rest.

Obviously, it was rainy and windy all the way, but when we arrived at the ancient city of Poyang, we could actually see the sunset.

Shan Qiye carefully wrapped Shan Niantong in his robe, and ordered someone to open an umbrella, carefully preventing him from being burned by the sun.

Shan Niantong saw from under the umbrella that the setting sun slanted on the weather-beaten walls of the ancient city, revealing a bit of vicissitudes of beauty.

As for the man who was holding him, although his deep brows were sullen, his movements revealed gentleness from time to time.

Shan Niantong saw the setting sun on his shoulders, dyeing his black robe golden, couldn't help reaching out, wanting to touch his handsome but cold face covered with golden light by the sun, but he was touching the golden When I touched my skin, I felt a piercing pain.

"Tong'er." Shan Qiye frowned deeply, and quickly walked into the inn with him in his arms.

The shop waiter with sharp eyes came up immediately: "Guest officer, do you want to stay at the shop?"

"Stay in the hotel, one room." Shan Qiye ordered.

"No, no, there are two rooms." Cen Fuyu, who had just rushed to the inn to fasten his horse, stretched out two fingers and said to the waiter in the inn.

"Go to another inn, don't let me see you." Shan Qiye said to Cen Fuyu coldly, looking at Shan Niantong's burned fingers that were even a little bit black.

"Cousin, you..." Cen Fuyu was interrupted by an old voice just halfway through his words.

"Young master, your physique looks very unusual." A trembling old man walked over from the dining table in the inn.

"Me? Haha, there is an old man who also said that the young master's bones are strange." Cen Fuyu took out a folding fan from nowhere, "But he is under the imperial capital and sells mahogany swords. As soon as I said I would not buy them, he would buy them." Said he was wrong."

The old man chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on Shan Niantong in Shan Qiye's arms.

"The old man is talking about him." The old man walked half a circle around Shan Niantong, "The one who is so afraid of the sun is probably not a stranger."

The old man suddenly leaned forward, and Shan Niantong, who was wrapped in a black robe, was immediately blocked by a palm-sized paper man thrown casually by Shan Qiye.

The old man drew out his mahogany sword, chopped up the paper figurines who seemed to have life, and said, "Puppet Shu, you are from the Shan family."

Shan Qiye looked at the old man sullenly, and said: "My younger brother is only congenitally hidden, why should you force him?"

The old man snorted coldly: "The art of guarding corpses is against the laws of heaven. When an old man sees a corpse, he must be punished."

"Corpse man?" Cen Fuyu was very surprised. Although he was born in Cen's family, he knew how powerful the Shan family's corpse man was.

Thinking of such an alluring beauty, Cen Fuyu couldn't believe that he was a dead corpse.Suddenly remembered that when he first met him, when he held his pale and slender fingers, the touch was warm, and Cen Fuyu immediately overturned this assumption.

Cen Fuyu said angrily: "You old man who sells wooden swords, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Shan Niantong finally stretched out a hand that was as white as a jade carving from the black robe, and lifted his cap, revealing a face that was equally as white but handsome, with unnaturally red lips. With a smile: "Why do you say that I am a corpse?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, not only him, but everyone in the inn was also stunned.

The difference is that the people around are looking for Shan Niantong's beautiful appearance, but the old man is looking for Shan Niantong's natural expression and words like a stranger. He has killed corpses for so many years. I have never seen anyone who can smile and speak like this.

"No mistake!" The old man slashed at Shan Niantong with his sword, but was blocked by Cen Fuyu with a folding fan.

"Old Guazi, if you insist on forcing me, my Shan family has no fear of becoming your enemy." Shan Qiye pulled out a black jade sword from his waist.

"You are the head of the Shan family?" The old man recognized the green sword, and his expression began to loosen.

"Brother, if he insists on thinking this way, then let him take a look." Shan Niantong reached out and pressed Shan Qiye's sword, and approached the old man step by step, "Am I a corpse?" .”

The old man actually started to feel a little scared, and even took a step back, but when he saw Shan Niantong who was approaching him step by step, pointing at the compass in his hand, he said firmly: "With the compass as evidence, you Still not admitting it?"

Shan Niantong reached out and took the old man's hand, placing it on his chest.

The original firm expression of the old man almost collapsed at that moment.

He felt Shan Niantong's warm hand and the beating of his heart under his warm chest.

"Young Master, I offended you. It's the old man who is blind." The old man apologized tremblingly.

"Old man, can you just say an apology and be done?" Cen Fuyu was unwilling to let go, "If your sword fell down just now, blood might splatter everywhere!"

The old man suddenly felt a little overwhelmed: "Then... what do you want to do?"

Cen Fuyu put his hands on his chest and said with a smile: "That's not easy, you take your wooden sword and poke a hole in your body, it's an apology."

Seeing that the old man was stunned for a moment, he really planned to poke a hole in his body with a sword, Shan Niantong smiled softly.

His laughter was clear, like the sound of a breeze blowing flowers and branches: "Forget it, don't embarrass the old man who is even blind, you are not afraid of losing your life, I am afraid of it."

Because of Shan Niantong's smile, someone in the inn has already spilled the wine in the glass and poured the tea in the bowl.

Seeing that the matter was over for the time being, Shan Qiye picked up Shan Niantong and went upstairs, followed by Cen Fuyu.

Not only does Shan Qiye dislike the way outsiders stare at Shan Niantong obsessively, he is even more worried about the burns on Shan Niantong's hands.

As soon as he entered the room, Shan Qiye immediately opened the accompanying medicine box, took out the ointment contained in a small box, carefully applied it on Shan Niantong, and wrapped his injured finger with fine silk.

"Do you know it hurts?" Shan Qiye was a little annoyed, obviously he was so careful, but still let Shan Niantong get hurt.

"I just want to know how my brother feels under the sun." Shan Niantong looked a little aggrieved.

Shan Qiye stretched out his arms to hug him and said, "Sunshine hurts, but it's very warm."

Shan Niantong put his face into Shan Qiye's arms, and said sullenly, "Then I won't touch it anymore."

Shan Qiye couldn't tell him that the sun was warm to him in the past, and it didn't burn him like this.

Once, his younger brother could roll freely in the crabapple bushes under the autumn sun, but now, he can't even touch a ray of sunshine.

Shan Qiye felt a little distressed in his heartless heart. He felt sorry for his younger brother, and he couldn't even do such ordinary things as bathing in the sun. From this in his heart, he felt sorry for the younger brother who personally sent him to the Jiuying altar. People, more and more resentment.

Shan Qiye reached out and stroked Shan Niantong's smooth black hair, and said softly: "Some people are destined to pay the price."

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