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When Zhou Lanmu walked into the dim Tongtian Temple, Feng Shuo was kneeling on the futon in a daze.

He seemed to be very confused, he didn't know what he was thinking, and when he heard the sound of someone walking in, he just opened his mouth weakly, and finally said only one sentence: "Are you coming to kill me?"

Zhou Lanmu shook his head, knelt down in front of him, tapped his fingers on the table, and made a "clang" sound: "I have something to ask you."

He took out the crumpled letter from his pocket and put it on the table.Feng Shuo took the letter suspiciously, and after reading only two lines, his complexion gradually turned pale.

He was so frightened that his hands began to tremble, his lips trembled, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence: "This... this..."

"Looking at your appearance, I knew that you probably don't want me to know about this." Zhou Lanmu raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, which was already cold, but he didn't care, "I don't know who to believe It was sent here, probably to tell me to come looking for you angrily, and I just ran into your trap."

He put down his teacup, and said with a smile: "Arranging such a situation, and also bribed the people around me, please forgive me, you have made a lot of progress."

Feng Shuo stammered and called him: "Huang...brother Huang."

Zhou Lanmu put a finger in front of his lips, and blinked at him: "Shh."

He sat lazily on the futon, and said very comfortably: "You let Su Furong believe that I sent her to kill her father, you made Parrot Wei believe that I was going to plot against you, and you made Chu Shao believe that I was going to kill him—who will tell you?" An idea?"

"I don't know either," Feng Shuo replied with his head down, "Since... the change in the Jinting Palace, Qi Lang died, this man has found me, and he has advised me in the dark every day. I couldn't find him either, so I could only find his letter from behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden. I... I have lived under other people's hands for so long, I don't want... I don't want to... Brother Huang, actually I don't want to..."

"I know all about this, so you don't have to put on an air in front of me," Zhou Lanmu said regretfully, throwing the letter in front of him, "I always thought...you were innocent. The emperor died of poisoning. Death, Mrs. Mei was buried, Mrs. Wei was enshrined in the harem by Wei Shuqing, your hands... are really cruel."

"I didn't know that mother and concubine would be buried," Feng Shuo said after being silent for a long time, "I don't want to do that either! But if I don't kill my father, how can I survive? If he lives, even if you die, it won't be your turn I will be a puppet. Wei Shuqing and Qi Lang refuse to bear the charge of regicide, so what if I sell them a favor? If not, how can I survive to this day?"

Zhou Lanmu lowered his eyes, but asked, "Excuse me, have you ever lived in Dianxing Temple?"

"I've been there, it's really cold and there's no light," Feng Shuo looked up, as if he was talking to him, and he seemed to be talking to himself, "The straw is damp, there are people from the past on the wall There was blood and moss, and I even heard the sound of mice. I have never lived in such a place since I was nine years old, and now I find it unbearable. How did you feel when you were here? He always Self-proclaimed noble and proud, falling into such a place, I don't know if life is worse than death, or is it filled with regret?"

"You hate me?" Zhou Lanmu turned around with a smile on his face.

"No," Feng Shuo shook his head, "I just envy you."

He flicked his sleeves and continued: "My father loves you, my mother and concubine dote on you, and everyone loves you. Although I am raised by their side, I don't have such a blessing."

Feng Shuo raised his head, stared at him firmly, and suddenly showed a sinister smile: "Don't you want to know? Let me tell you, during the Dingfeng Rebellion, Wei Shuqing and Qi Lang entered the palace and sent their father Both the emperor and I were imprisoned. I eavesdropped on their conversation. Qi Lang wanted to persuade Wei Shuqing to kill the father as soon as possible to avoid future troubles, but Wei Shuqing was very hesitant. Being a puppet, father is not popular with the people anyway, so it may not be easy to handle. I was terrified at the time. After all, I was just a faint decoration to father. He has no responsibility to be a father, so why should I Hurry up to be filial?"

"So..." Zhou Lanmu whispered.

"So I begged Qi Lang to find me the poison | medicine, and personally delivered it to my father," Feng Shuo said, "The second family doesn't want to be charged with murdering the king, so I will carry it for them in exchange for my life , but it counts."

"That's your biological father," Zhou Lanmu said calmly, "He raised you up, but is he half sorry for you?"

"No," Feng Shuo spread his hands innocently, "It's a pity that I am just one of many sons to him, how can I compare to you, I will die, I don't care."

Zhou Lanmu stood up and looked at him condescendingly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, he used to ask me to take good care of you. Before you trusted others to deal with me, I wanted you to be Emperor Ansheng for a few days. Now it seems that I Thinking about it..."

"It seems that you haven't trusted me either. You have already taken the parrot guard into your pocket in private. Whether it is the Xuanjian camp or the royal family's private soldiers, you have no plans." Feng Shuo knelt at his feet, "It's better to plan." I am a human being, and I believe in other people's instigation, and now I have lost to you, I have nothing to say."

"I won't kill you," Zhou Lanmu looked down at him. "If I kill you, what's the difference with you? You will spend the rest of your life repenting in Tongtian Temple. If you can't think about it one day, I won't stop you." Yours. The Ruyi Imperial Seal is on the table in the temple, give me back my things."

Feng Shuo suddenly laughed, he straightened up, and respectfully bowed to Zhou Lanmu: "Thank you."

The palace door closed slowly behind him, cutting off the smog. Zhou Lanmu held the imperial seal in one hand, thinking faintly that he had knelt on this futon many times, but those illusory times were like fragrant mist, It disappeared without a trace.

Shen Amber was kneeling outside the hall. When she saw him coming out, she knelt down, and the soldiers behind him knelt in a large area: "Your highness is welcome to return to court. The country cannot live without a king. Your highness, please take the throne."

Feng Lu stood beside Shen Amber, and she didn't show any expression after hearing the words, she just asked, "Where are you going now?"

Zhou Lanmu said: "Go back to the General's Mansion and settle the last matter."

Feng Lu said: "I saw the letter on the case in your study, you don't need to do this, after all, are you torturing him or yourself?"

"How did I survive those three years, you know very well," Zhou Lanmu walked down the long steps with her, "If I don't do this, what should I do with him? Interrupt Muscles and bones, locked by my side, watching him suffer and regret every day? He is not me, maybe he will be happy, but how can I feel better seeing him like this? There are some things I don’t want to understand, I don’t want to let myself I understand, but I know very well in my heart that he has done everything he can do, and it is I who will not forgive him."

He smiled and seemed to be very happy: "I can't forgive him, otherwise I will only be left with myself to blame, wouldn't it be too miserable."

"Brother Huang has learned to lie in the past few years. Others look at the truth, but I don't believe a word." Feng Lu said coldly, "Don't regret it. With him by your side, you can live a few more years. He if……"

"Ru Xue," Zhou Lanmu suddenly stopped and looked back, the tall golden eaves of the Tongtian Temple were reflected in his pupils, but he couldn't see his expression clearly. He was silent for a long time, but finally he simply said, "Go stop."

The guards around the general's mansion were all transferred back. Seeing him coming back, Fang Ziyu quickly saluted, but he hesitated to speak, but finally only said, "Master Xiao Yifeng has been here."

Zhou Lanmu nodded inaudibly, walked towards the secret room, and closed the door behind his back.The candles in the secret room were burnt out, and it was pitch black. He was holding the candlestick, and just as he closed the door, he heard some nervous panting in the darkness.

He approached with the candlestick, only to find that Chu Shao was sitting slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the cup of wine in front of him.

It was the one brought by Feng Shuo in the Chaoming Palace.

He took the letter and entered the palace, Feng Shuo then sent people to search the entire Zhou mansion, this wine was stored in his study, in order to prevent his heart from softening, he even wrote a Xuelang note to remind himself.

The parrot guard once asked him if he wanted to stop this wine from being sent to the palace.

He didn't stop.

In the end, he was not afraid that Chu Shao would see such a thing, it was meant to be given to him, and it was a good thing to see it in advance.

It's just that she didn't want Chu Shao to choose to believe him when she knew he was going to kill herself.

Zhou Lanmu reached out to lift the jug, brushed his fingers over the dark red agate beads inlaid on the top of the jug, and poured him a glass of wine.The black liquor dripped out and filled up quickly.

Chu Shao saw him pouring wine, but his eyes were red and frightening. His voice was extremely hoarse, and he was still angry. If he didn't get closer, he couldn't hear what he was saying: "...you want to kill me, just say a word. Well, why bother to calculate and trouble yourself."

Zhou Lanmu fiddled with the agate bead on the top of the pot, not answering his words: "When you and I met again, because of this agate bead broke a case, we got closer, and now it's a beginning and an end."

Chu Shao stared at his face, tears dripped down his cheeks, and fell on his hands. He has been a crying child since he was a child: "I am willing to die for you, live for you, cut my heart out and kneel I just beg you to take a look in front of you, do you really understand?"

Zhou Lanmu raised the wine glass in front of him, brushed the tears on his hands with his eyes, and asked softly, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

"The pot is a white jade pot, the cup is a white jade cup, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot...I love it." Chu Shao didn't continue, took the cup in his hand happily, raised his hand slightly, and even put the glass of wine He drank it all down, "To die in your hands is really a good thing that I couldn't even dream of."

Zhou Lanmu lowered his eyes, and stood up suddenly. He almost fell because he got up too quickly. He hurried out, as if he was being chased by something. Chu Shao stared at his back, and could only see a circle due to the blurred tears. White halo: "Even before you die, you refuse to look at me again?"

Zhou Lanmu stopped in front of the door, his hands trembling under his wide sleeves, and the wine glass fell to the ground. He heard the clear and crisp sound of jade shattering behind him, followed by a heavy muffled sound, as if someone struggled and fell down, towards him. Climbed a few steps in the direction.

Breathing gradually became more rapid, and finally it was reduced to a cold dead silence.

All sound is gone.

Zhou Lanmu was holding on to his red turquoise bracelet, and accidentally snapped the chain. The turquoise fell to the ground with a crackling sound, which was so crisp and heartbreaking.

"Dreams falling in the pool last night, poor Chun Ban didn't return home..." Zhou Lanmu muttered to himself, feeling his eyes were wet with salt, but after a slight pause, he lifted his feet and continued to walk out, from beginning to end Never looked back.

"Farewell... Ah Shao."

The author has something to say: ——End of the full text

Okay, the last sentence is nonsense, please don't beat me to death to fill in the hole! !

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Note:

Last night the dream of Xiantan fell, and Poor Chun didn't return home.

——Zhang Ruoxu, "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye"