Huamo

As he murmured, his eyes kept wandering over the ashes.

"No more, no more, no more..."

He and Dao Xin looked around, but saw a parrot jumping on the ruins of Lihong Pavilion.

Li Jinsha was shocked. It was Yang Hong's pet that he and Gongsun Lu saw on Chang'an Street a few days ago.

"Scared me to death, where did the parrot come from?" Dao Xin's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to drive him away.

The parrot was very responsive, as if it had already sensed that he was coming, it flew out of the non-existent Lihong Pavilion with its flapping wings, and headed towards the alley to the west.

Seeing this, Dao Xin lowered his head and continued to search, while Li Jinsha stared fixedly at the entrance of the alley.After a while, a woman in light yellow clothes suddenly appeared in the field of vision, looking at him at the corner of the street.

That face was the woman disguised as "Chen Yunmo" sent by Yang Hong's subordinates.

"... Dao Xin, you go back first, I'll check."

"Ah?" Dao Xin was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he flew away obediently.

Li Jinsha stared closely at the woman in yellow, for fear that she would disappear in the next moment.He strode closer to the other party, but the other party still looked at him calmly.

People were coming and going on the street, beside the ruined Lihong Pavilion, it was still bustling and bustling, no one noticed these two people at all.And the parrot came back at some point, and landed lightly on the shoulder of the woman in yellow.

"Chen Yunmo."

"Little girl's real name is Duo'er, Admiral Li please." The woman in yellow clasped her fists in salute.

The two of them walked through the intersection of Xiejie Street and came to a small tea house, but saw that the shop was opened in a residential area, and the owner was a deaf old man.Duo'er spoke dumb words to him, and he enthusiastically invited the two into the small room in the shop.

At this time, during the afternoon break, there was no one in the store, so Duo'er asked Li Jinsha to sit inside, and then closed the door tightly.

After confirming that the partition wall had no ears, Li Jinsha immediately opened his mouth and asked eagerly, "Yang Hong saved Gongsun Lu?"

"It wasn't Sister Hong who saved her, and the little girl doesn't know the specific situation, but Sister Hong asked me to send you a message saying that Prince Lu is fine, and today's beheading is no more than a substitute. Please rest assured, Admiral Li."

"Where is he now?" Li Jinsha's voice trembled.

"I only know that I should be heading northwest. I don't know the specific little girl. I think I will write after Sister Hong settles down."

"Yang Hong asked you to tell me?"

"Yes, Sister Hong and Duo'er have agreed a secret sign. If the prince escapes successfully, he can light an open fire in the southwest suburbs. Duo'er can burn down the Lihong Pavilion when he sees the open fire." Duo'er said.

"Yang Hong, is she going to bring Gongsun Lu back to the Huns?" Li Jinsha asked hesitantly.

"We will definitely go back to the Xiongnu in the end, but the current situation is turbulent, so we won't do it yet." Duo'er said, "Sister Hong also said that I will let you know as soon as I settle down, and you can also see Prince Lu."

Li Jinsha's eyes moved, then he fell down sadly, and smiled stiffly: "Thank you for her kindness, but I'm afraid Mr. Lu doesn't want to see me."

Duo'er was puzzled, but said: "Duo'er is only following Sister Hong's orders, it's okay if Admiral Li doesn't want to hear about Prince Lu."

"No, I don't have that intention." Li Jinsha said: "When they settle down, please tell me."

"Of course, if Sister Hong comes with a letter, Duo'er will let it be brought to you." Duo'er stroked the well-behaved parrot on his shoulder and said.

"Thank you."

"Duo'er still has something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

The door was closed again, but Li Jinsha sat on the spot, looking at the untouched tea, but seeing his pale face reflected in it, he didn't know whether it was happiness or worry, or he didn't know his emotions for a long time.

When he stood up, he felt dizzy suddenly. He thought he had been hungry for almost two days, and his whole body was weak. He walked out of the tea house step by step, looking at the blue sky at the entrance of the alley, reflecting the clear sky that had remained unchanged for 500 years.

The world is so big, but it cannot tolerate such a sea-like desolation and loneliness.

The ninth day of April in Tianchang

Have you ever remembered that when Suxin wintersweet was in full bloom, the blood was stained with white snow.

In the middle of winter 18 years ago, snow covered the entire Bian Mausoleum, and rivers of blood flowed on the guillotine.

——"Following the emperor's imperial edict, it is said: Ye Yushan rebelled against the country, copied and beheaded all over the family, and killed without pardon. This is my honor."

An Xuansu walked slowly up the Meridian Gate high platform with a sullen expression. He couldn't tell how many times he stepped on the jade steps and saw all the dead souls of Gongsun in hell.

"The prisoner brought—"

An Xuansu calmly looked at the Gongsun Jing family who were kneeling on the guillotine in embarrassment: "Come here, proclaim the imperial edict."

"Following the emperor's decree, it is said: Gongsun Jing colluded with the Xiongnu, treasoned the country, disturbed the government, and framed Zhongliang. This evil deed is obvious. The whole family is sentenced to copy and beheaded. There is no pardon for killing. I admire this."

The sharp voice of reading is like the last chapter of this tragic song in troubled times.

An Xuansu's eyes flashed with hateful killing intent, he picked up the token and threw it on the ground with all his strength, with a bang, accompanied by his furious voice:

"cut!"

The blood on the tip of the knife stained his vision, and he will always remember this day, the sun was shining, the flowers were blooming on Moshang, and the swallows flew away.

The tenth day of April in Tianchang

The An mansion suddenly caught fire, and after the two princes were beheaded for treason, Zhong Shu ordered An Xuansu to be buried in the flames.

The horseshoe stepped on the barren ruins, and the desolation after the fire was endless. Chu Piao sat on the horseback, calmly looking at the mansion that was turned into ashes in an instant, and people around him came to express condolences one after another, and there were intermittent crying in his ears Condolences.

"An Xuansu... who are you..."

Chu Piao looked at the crumpled note in his hand, the handwriting on it was indeed from the Zhongshuling who had returned overnight, and there were only four words written on it.

"We can go back to the west."

"Do you want me to leave too?" Chu Piao frowned slightly, and set his eyes on the western sunset.

On April [-]th of the first year of Tianchang, Chu Piao, Minister of the Ministry of War, submitted his resignation, and rode his horse freely to return to his hometown.

The grass is green in the setting sun, and Bian Ling is red.

Three days later.

At noon, the sun is bright and soft, shining on every part of Lexian Pavilion, the spring flowers are in full bloom, the green grass is shaded, and everything in the world is so vibrant.

The one on the bed was so weak that he didn't seem to have the slightest vitality. His breathing was so light that it was almost non-existent. The plain white robe couldn't wrap up the growing sadness and loneliness.Suddenly, the beautiful eyebrows condensed, and his body convulsed and his meridians twitched. The throbbing pain as if his meridians had been picked off made him groan and curl up on his side. Thin cold sweat rose from his smooth forehead, which was already pale. His face turned blue with a "swish".

"Sir!" Mo Qiaozhi who was outside the door rushed in when he heard the voice, and saw Yunli struggling to endure the pain of the venom.

Yunli lied back on the bed in a flustered manner, panting heavily, his eyes staring blankly at the curtains on the top of the bed, he tried his best to say a few vague words: "The first... a few days..."

"It's already the fifth day." Mo Qiaozhi looked at Yunli worriedly.

"Prepare...car...to the Western Regions..." Yun Li struggled to get out of bed, tears poured down, soaking his pale face.

"But your body..." Mo Qiaozhi hurriedly helped Yunli back to the bed, embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"It's too late..." Yun Li opened his chapped lips, looked at Mo Qiaozhi sadly, and said with a sob, "Let me...see him for the last time..."

"Okay, okay, let's set off right away." Mo Qiaozhi wiped his red eyes with his sleeves, and immediately rushed out and shouted, "Come here!! Prepare the car!!"

Yun Li lay dying on the bed, even though his vision was blurred by tears, he was so weak that he couldn't make a cry anymore, he just struggled desperately to recall every bit of him and Lian Heng, for fear that he would forget even half of it.

Looking back at the bits and pieces, seeing the desolation and prosperity, tasting the sweetness and bitterness, hearing the golden sword swishing, when every drop of illusory in the world is intertwined, it is the coolness of reincarnation.

【Western Region】

The peace and tranquility of Prince Jing's Mansion in his memory was a powerful blessing, and it also gave him unparalleled happiness.

"Father, father, look—"

"Liul, what are you doing!"

"Father, look at Lu'er's knife!"

Snatching the knife from his hand, Gongsun Jing said sharply: "How many times have I said, don't play with this casually!"

He cried unscrupulously and unreasonably, and rolled on the ground screaming.

"Lu'er, don't cry, foster father will invite you a master to teach you martial arts, okay?"

"Lu'er has to learn very powerful martial arts!" He waved his fists, imitating the appearance of a hero: "Like this."

"What kind? Come on, hit the adoptive father."

"That's it, ho, bang!"

"Oh! Lu'er is so strong, and the adoptive father is in so much pain—"

"Hee hee, Lu'er wants the best master."

"Okay! Yifu will invite you the best master."

The scene in front of me is gradually blurred, time moves forward, and the blurred area is the fiery red of Dujuan Bay.Following his memory, he pushed aside the petals that were weeping blood, revealing a purple-clothed boy standing in front of the flower under the green shade, with handsome eyes and a little tear.

"Who are you?"

"Slaves, please refer to Prince Lu."

"Why do you look like a woman and talk like a woman? It turned out to be a human monster——hiss! How dare you beat the young master, is the dead human monster dead?!"

"Are you dumb? Talk!"

"Tch? Why do you look so angry?"

"Dead monster, I beg you, please don't be so serious." He stretched out his hand, and said to the cold-faced human: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you know each other, you will be friends."

Clasping hands together, the halo flowed, engulfing a piece of memory.

Under the stream of light, the chaotic and turbulent noise recalled, the roars, curses, whimpers and endless darkness surged up.

"The Tunes clan has been expelled from the grassland, and Chalan is a good pawn."

"For the sake of the throne, this king can still kill his wife, except for one Ye Yu back then.