A glance at the spring breeze

From the moment Princess Yueyang entered the cave, the cave broke its airtight seal.After the flood stopped flowing, the accumulated water in it began to slowly recede.

When Chen Chuiling stumbled and fell from a high altitude, the water surface could only cover the height of a person's feet.

——So, the time of his death came along with the splashing water.

Princess Yueyang stepped on the water and fell beside Chen Chuiling, but she couldn't even hear Chen Chuiling's last farewell.

"A-Ling! A-Ling!" Princess Yueyang shouted involuntarily, pressing her hands on the other party's wound that kept gushing blood.

However, to no avail at all.

The gurgling blood melted into the surrounding water, and Chen Chuiling's face with closed eyes was rippling in the illusory and chaotic blood, gradually becoming blurred.

Princess Yueyang embraced Chen Chuiling's body, and just lay on top of him.But his shoulder bones and sternum were already shattered, and every broken bone in his body naturally fell down—so his body was tilted to one side, mixed with the dripping blood all over his body, and it became even more terrifying.

She stared at the front in a daze, her eyes intertwined with the blood red in front of her.And, the hands, the green skirt, and the husband's body... are all in such a disappointing color.

"A Ling...A Ling, you—you can't die, how could you abandon me."

She sobbed softly, crying so sadly, and then the crying became louder and louder... A sense of sadness and desolation gradually enveloped the wide stone cave, and the cries of death were like a series of cries. The shackles of each other's emotions seem to make everyone feel the taste of despair and desperation.

Chen Chuiling still had his eyes closed, and one arm was unnaturally tilted at the princess's waist, as if broken.

However, there was no trace of pain on his face.

"Qin'er..." Yin Jian stood behind Princess Yueyang, put his left hand on her shoulder, and comforted her in a low voice, "The son-in-law has already gone."

After Yin Jian finished speaking, the heart-wrenching cry was finally a little softer than before.

"A Ling..." she called out.

Princess Yueyang wiped away the tears from her face, and suddenly quickly took out a short dagger from her bosom, and stabbed it towards her heart!

With a sound of "thump", Yin Jian pulled out a hand knife and stunned Yin Qin'er who was about to commit suicide.

Eunuch Yu covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Yin Jian looked at Yin Qin'er in his arms - his relatives had already left one by one, and he didn't want to see his sister committing suicide for a cowardly and incompetent man again.

It's not worth it.

Yin Jian picked up the princess and winked at Manager Zhang.

Manager Zhang understood, leaned down to check Chen Chuiling's breath, and after confirming that the death was correct, he put his hand into Chen Chuiling's pocket to search.

"Your Majesty, the slave found a letter from the son-in-law."

Yin Jian said, "Open it and have a look."

"Yes."

Just when Manager Zhang was about to open the envelope, a blinding white light suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After that, Yin Jian lost consciousness.

******

The scenery in the autumn in the afternoon is the most pleasing to the eye.The wind blows red leaves all over the garden, lingering on the treetops, unwilling to leave; flipping and falling, falling to the ground.

"Yun Sheng." Yin Jian glanced at the maple leaf forest outside the window, and opened his mouth to call the servant's name.

At this time, he was finding a Buddhist scripture from the bookshelf, opened it and flipped through it.

The unique breath of the book suddenly rushed over.

Zhang Yunsheng heard Yin Jian's shout from outside the door, and hurried in: "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Yin Xun sat down at the table, arranged the Moyu paperweights on the desk neatly, and said, "Bring me a stack of rice paper. I want to copy the Diamond Sutra a few times and burn it to Feng Bizhi."

"Burn it to Feng Bizhi?" Zhang Yunsheng was puzzled.

Yin Jian let out an "Oh" and said, "You don't know about this matter, He Wei did it."

As a servant, it is inconvenient to ask more about the master.Zhang Yunsheng only responded, and was about to leave the room to get the rice paper for Yin Xian to copy Buddhist scriptures.

Unexpectedly, Yin Jian had nothing to hide in front of him, and said directly: "Yesterday, the emperor ordered Feng Bizhi to be executed. In fact, I tried every means to get rid of him in secret. He is not my disciple, but if Brother Huang follows the clues and seizes every clue to investigate, I believe it will not be long before he will know that I am going to kill Feng Bizhi."

"Brother Huang did it—" Yin Jian paused here, as if he didn't want to tell what Yin Cheng had done, "I did it...heinous thing, he and Feng Bizhi killed many innocent people, I didn't expect them to leave a way out - if someone finds out, they will impose the crime on Ruan Lan and make Ruan Lan their victim of harming the people."

Although Zhang Yunsheng came to the palace to serve Yin Jian personally for only half a year, he could also tell that the third prince, His Royal Highness, Yin Jian, liked the young son of Ruan Shangshu, a confidant of his deadly rival.

Zhang Yunsheng couldn't help sighing in secret.

The study room is full of calligraphy and paintings of the young master, and even the fan on his body is all inscribed by the young master himself.

Yin Jian rubbed the ink jade paperweight on the table with his fingertips, his lowered eyes were as unfathomable as the ink jade in his hand: "He Wei told me that a distant relative in his clan is working for the second emperor brother I overheard the conversation between Brother Huang and Feng Bizhi... I wanted to tell my father about the crimes committed by Brother Huang and Feng Bizhi, but because there was no evidence, I had to settle for the next best thing and try to kill Feng Bizhi. "

"After all—" Yin Xian had a faintly fearful look in his eyes, and his tone became a little colder, "Only if Feng Bizhi became an abandoned son and let him die, the imperial brother would not regard Ruan Lan as an abandoned son." Son. In this way... Ruan Lan will be able to live on safe and sound."

The ungentle light in Yin Jian's eyes made Zhang Yunsheng tremble with fear.

"I believe Lord Ruan will understand some of the painstaking efforts of His Highness." Zhang Yunsheng bowed his head.

"I'm not afraid of the retribution from the heavens. If I get rid of Feng Bizhi for myself, I don't need to copy any Buddhist scriptures. I'm afraid that Feng Bizhi's ghost will linger and refuse to reincarnate, and come back to pester Ruan Lan—what I did, the retribution will be on Ruan Lan's head It’s not good. If you can use Buddhist scriptures to convert him, it will be considered a merit.”

Zhang Yunsheng listened fascinated.

I didn't expect His Royal Highness to be so infatuated.

"Go and get me some paper, I'm going to start copying."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Zhang Yunsheng left, Yin Jian opened the Diamond Sutra and read it with great interest.

Yin turned to a page.

He liked the four lines in front of him the most, so he recited in a low voice:

"If Israel sees me,

ask me with a voice,

is evil

Can not see Tathagata. "

……

More than a year later, in the outer suburbs of the capital.

Yin Jian, who has been named the King of Yu, should have stayed in the fief all the time, but this time, his father actually sent someone to send an imperial edict to tell him to come back.

On the first day back to Beijing, when he had an audience with his father, his father explained to him the reason for calling him back.

"I doubt—the prince has rebellion."

It is really strange that the newly established prince has a rebellious heart.

The benevolent father patted the dust on his shoulder, then pressed it against his ear, and said in an extremely relaxed tone: "If you can find convincing evidence, I will pass on the throne to you."

Yin Jian was so startled that he almost took a step back.

Yin Xian looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief. He respectfully said to his father, "Thank you for your kindness."

According to the etiquette, he also went to meet the prince, but he didn't find anything unusual about the prince in terms of words and deeds.Thinking of what his father said to him, in order to prevent the prince from being suspicious, he has been pretending not to do business for the next few days, rarely staying in the mansion in central Beijing, but hunting in the suburbs of Beijing every day, leaving early and returning late.

One evening, he hunted down a lot of hares and wild birds as usual, and planned to pick some dry branches to make open-air roasted game.

Zhang Yunsheng, who was following behind, was holding a pack full of prey, and said to Yin Jian, who was wearing a dark green robe in front of him: "Your Highness, you can wait here, and this servant will help you find some dry firewood."

"it is good."

Yin Xian lay comfortably on the wild grass, bathed in the evening sun that still had some residual warmth.After a whole day of riding and hunting in the countryside, a young man in his prime would naturally feel tired. Yin Zhan stretched out his sore arms, and was about to close his eyes and take a nap——

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", a feathered arrow landed at his feet.

Yin Jian's reaction was very quick, he leaped up from the ground with one turn, and picked up the saber on the ground.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he stared intently at the place where the feathered arrow flew.

The quiet air around was about to explode, and a group of assassins in black rushed up from that position.

The enemy was numerous and powerful, Yin Jian weighed it in his mind for a moment, and knew that if he fought recklessly, he would have no chance of winning.In this way, there is only one strategy left.

--escape!

Yin Jian used the trees in the outskirts as cover, and ran towards the bushes like a cheetah nimbly, but at the moment when he was about to get into the dense bushes, an assassin shot a bow and arrow and flew straight at him. Come.

"Whoosh-"

Yin Jian suddenly turned his body, his feet that were already on the ground suddenly jumped onto the tree trunk, avoiding the danger of being pierced by the arrow.However, the back was still scratched by the extremely sharp arrows.

Another arrow shot towards him at high speed, Yin Jian hurriedly turned his body, and the arrow brushed past him.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, I saw a black shadow descending from the sky - it turned out that one of the assassins rushed up while he was dodging the random arrows. To chop at his chest.

"Your Highness!" Fortunately, Zhang Yunsheng arrived in time, jumped out from behind the assassin, kicked the assassin's arm, and the iron knife fell to the ground, Yin Jian raised his hand and cut through the assassin's arm. The throat of the assassin in front of him.

Yin Jian's dark green robe was immediately stained with warm blood.

Zhang Yunsheng roared: "The two of us are single and weak, and we are not their opponents at all! Your subordinates will stop for a while, and your highness will go first!"

"But--"

Zhang Yunsheng naturally knew that Yin Jian was not the kind of master who would easily abandon him because he was greedy for life and fear of death, so he lifted Yin Jian into the bushes.

"Your Highness! Run!"

In this way, Yin Jian fell into a dense bush that was more than half the height of a person. Just as he was about to bend over and stand up, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his back.

It was the tingling pain from the wound where the feather arrow pierced the skin, mixed with a feeling of spasm and paralysis, and quickly spread throughout the entire spine.

Not good - there was poison on that arrow just now!

Enduring the discomfort, Yin Jian bowed his body and ran forward recklessly. Behind him, he heard the sound of Zhang Yunsheng fighting with the assassin getting farther and farther away until it disappeared.After running for about half a stick of incense, he suddenly couldn't feel the pain in his back.

He was stunned, and raised his hand to touch behind him.

Where the fingertips touched was a piece of extremely rough and wet flesh, it didn't look like his back, this feeling was more like stroking a piece of rotten pork chop.

It hurts, but not too much.

The densely incomplete back seems to be still bleeding pus and blood.

It seems that there is no consciousness behind it.

Yin Xian finally ran out of the woods, and lay down by the stream in the suburbs exhausted.At this time, the setting sun had already fallen into the sky, leaving only a layer of dim and desolate afterglow.

He looked at the bloody sky, finally unable to support his open eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.In the half-dream and half-awake state, he seemed to hear someone laughing and saying: "This little poison, you—you can't die."

……who is it?

It seemed that he still had half an inch of sanity left and hadn't fallen into a deep sleep.

He heard the voice say: "Yin Cheng has lost all dragon energy, and I let you win the throne for nothing."

"It's only fair that I have to take something equally important from you."

...what is fair?

"Let me see, what should I take away from you?..."

It seemed that something had penetrated into Yin Jian's head.

"Just this..."

……

Yin Jian, who was in a coma, was finally found by officers and soldiers, and he only woke up after recuperating for many days.

A three-inch long wound was cut on Mr. Zhang's arm, which was completely wrapped in white gauze.

Standing beside Yin Xian's bed, he bowed and said, "Your Highness, this servant failed to protect you well. Please punish me, Your Highness." Yin Xian looked at his pale lips with his head turned, and knew in his heart that Yun Sheng suffered for him that day. Wounds all over his body.

He looked up at the top of the bed-mast, and said calmly: "I can survive the siege of a group of assassins, which is enough to show Yun Sheng's dedication."

Yin Xian sat up from the bed with his arms propped up, and suddenly an inexplicable feeling rushed from his spine to his head.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you." Zhang Yunsheng noticed Yin Jian's strangeness, and rushed to the bedside to support him.

Yin Jian shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

He lifted the quilt and was helped up from the bed by Zhang Yunsheng.

There is a fan and a Buddhist scripture on the table next to it.

His eyes just swept across the table.

Afterwards, looking at the clear blue sky with clouds and clouds outside the window, he said, "Yun Sheng, don't tell others."

"Some things, I don't seem to remember clearly."

After Zhang Yunsheng heard it, he felt that the situation was not good, but looking at the leisurely and content expression of His Royal Highness in front of him, it was really not strange at all.

That's all, I hope His Highness can always be well, so he has nothing else to ask for.

……

one year later.

It was late summer and it was raining heavily.The fief where Yin Jian lived was hit by a rare flood in a century. All the crops were flooded, half a year of hard work by the people disappeared overnight, and the residence was washed away by the flood.

Immediately, there were complaints everywhere in Yudi, and it was not uncommon to see children and women being sold on the streets.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Zhang Yunsheng ran over in a hurry, just as he saw Yin Jian tidying up his clothes and pushing out the door.

"Did the flood burst in the west of the city?" Yin Jian asked.

Zhang Yunsheng nodded: "That's right." His Highness Xindao really predicted things like a god.

"Follow me out of the mansion to have a look."

Director Zhang hurriedly said: "But the censor sent by His Majesty is coming soon, His Highness should greet you here..."

Yin Jian asked: "The censor is more important than the common people? Let him wait!"

"……Yes."

After getting out of the mansion and getting into the carriage, Yin Jian thought of asking one more question: "Which minister did the emperor send here?"

"Yes...it is Master Ruan Lan."

The unhappiness in Yin Jian's eyes deepened in an instant, he snorted contemptuously, and then said: "Why is it him, not He Wei? The emperor's people are here to make trouble, right?" Accustomed to His Highness's estrangement and disgust towards Lord Ruan, His Highness even gave Lord He Wei all the paintings and calligraphy made by Lord Ruan in the study.

Yin Xian thought to himself, I don't know what tricks Ruan Lan used before to make the emperor's brother even abandon Feng Bizhi's important trick. .

The two went out for a long time to check the flood situation. Together with the government, they opened a granary to distribute grain and grass for the people, and distributed the broken silver they carried with them to the displaced people in the local area, so that they could temporarily survive this difficult time.

It was already late at night when the two returned to Yuwang's mansion.At this time, the rain was much lighter than in the daytime. Zhang Yunsheng held an umbrella for Yin Jian and met Ruan Lan who was also walking around the mansion.

The raindrops fell on the ground with a patter, and everything in the palace was as usual, except for the "uninvited guest" in front of him.

Ruan Lan was also holding a paper umbrella at this time, her brows were lowered, her lips were pursed, as if she was thinking about something bothering her.

Yin Xiandao immediately said: "This, isn't this the censor Ruan sent by His Majesty?"

Ruan Lan recovered from her thoughts when she heard the sound, and when she looked up, she saw His Royal Highness Prince Yu who had just returned from outside the mansion. He hurriedly bowed: "I am here to help King Yu manage the flood in the Yellow River by the order of His Majesty. After arriving at the Palace in the afternoon, I heard that King Yu personally went to take care of the flood victims and the refugees were not in the mansion, so he went to the eastern suburbs to investigate the local flood situation, and came back at night, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Thank you, Master Ruan, for your painstaking efforts." But the expression on his face was nothing like thanking the other party for his "hard work". Yin Jian didn't look at Ruan Lan directly, but casually looked at the phoenix tree beside him with some green leaves. "In the dead of night, why didn't Sir Ruan even take any of his servants with him? It's raining now, and the road is slippery. If your lord bumps into His Majesty's palace, Father will blame me."

Ruan Lan smiled faintly, as if she didn't hear the disdain in Yin Jian's tone at all.

"I have asked my servants to rest first. After all, the night is getting dark, and I came back too late."

Yin Jian looked at Ruan Lan's face and was lost in thought for a moment.

Between Ruan Lan's gentle and beautiful eyebrows, it was as satisfying as if she had captured the softest and purest moonlight in the sky.

The elegant, hazy moonlight and the handsome man in front of him seemed to blend together flawlessly.

"Your Highness..." Zhang Yunsheng called from the side.

Yin Zhen paused for a moment, came back to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe just now, and said casually: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..."

Ruan Lan was puzzled, and frowned slightly: "The moon tonight has been covered by dark clouds, where does the moonlight come from?"

Yin Jian opened his eyes wide and looked up.

Isn't it... It has been raining for several days.

How could he forget.

How did he forget...

Ruan Lan said: "Since this is the case, I will go to rest first. If Your Highness has any orders, just call the minister to come."

Yin Jian didn't seem to get out of the stupefaction just now, and said in a soft tone: "Okay."

Seeing Ruan Lan's figure disappear around the corner, he said to Zhang Yunsheng in a complicated mood, "Let's go."

……

The next day, early morning.

"What did you say?!"

Yin Jian, who has always been calm, lost control and dropped the celadon cup on the table.

The kneeling guard looked down at the shattered tiles on the ground, and tremblingly said: "Reporting to Your Highness...the granary in the eastern suburbs, indeed, did leak water and was burned."

The Yellow River suddenly flooded, and now is the time when food is urgently needed. How can such losses be allowed?

Yin Jian slowly paced back and forth twice in the room, and the anger from the inside seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.Just listen to that Zhang Yunsheng said: "Your Highness, you still remember... Master Ruan said yesterday..."

Yin Jian laughed, but there was no smile on his face.

"Remember, how could you not remember?"

When Ruan Lan met him yesterday, she clearly said that he went to the eastern suburbs alone while Yin Jian was away.

It seems that Ruan Lan was almost deceived by Ruan Lan's kind face last night.

Yin Cheng and Ruan Lan are indeed a nest of snakes and rats, even their malicious hearts are so similar.

Yin Jian had already got the news that the prince Yin Cheng was obsessed with the art of treacherous witchcraft, and was waiting for an opportunity to usurp the throne. If we start from Ruan Lan——

With his back to the light, he curled the corners of his lips behind the window.

"Go down, I will solve this matter myself and give Dongjiao an explanation."

"Yes, my subordinate Li Quanfeng is resigning."

Yin Jian secretly thought of a foolproof strategy in his heart.

A strategy of "Even if Ruan Lan is threatened, he will not dare to tell Yin Cheng openly".

Even if this strategy fails this time, it can be used again and again until the defensive zone in Ruan Lan's heart is finally disintegrated.

At that time, Ruan Lan will tell everything Yin Cheng has done without asking herself.

At this time, what Yin Xian was thinking about was Ruan Lan's face that concealed the bright moonlight last night.

He wanted to peel off Ruan Lan's seemingly kind and pure outer skin to see for himself how filthy it was inside.

The granary in the eastern suburbs burned down, and many innocent people would starve to death. Could it be that Ruan Lan didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt in her heart?

Why, Yin Cheng's confidant can't stand this little grievance?

Ruan Lan, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

This is all you asked for.

That night, Ruan Lan drank a bowl of sleep aid tea as usual.

As soon as the servants were dismissed, he felt dizzy, his limbs lost all strength, and he collapsed beside the bed.

"Squeak" sounded.

He saw a dark figure push the door and enter...

At that time... He wanted to open his eyes and see who it was.

But he couldn't wait--

Then he lost his mind.

*****

"Ruan Lan, can you do something for me?"

Ruan Lan will never forget that when he woke up that morning, he found himself leaning on Yin Jian's arms, and both of them were disheveled and ambiguous.

He felt sore in his waist and abdomen, and there was a shameful pain in a certain part.

As a normal man, even though he has never experienced love | incidents before, he can guess what happened last night.

What's more, he has heard a thing or two about the fact that dignitaries like to raise prostitutes.

Yin Jian's lips pressed against his neck, exhaled a warm and ambiguous breath, slowly kissed down his slender neck, and then said in a low voice: "Ruan Lan, you can do something for me, okay?" ?”

Ruan Lan saw some bruises on her naked arms.

The unruly and proud prince in front of him really knows what humiliation Ruan Lan fears most.

And that morning, of course he would not agree to Yin Jian's request.

Not to mention Yin Cheng will not be informed of what happened here.

He could only endure, remain silent, and secretly hated his filthy self.

In this way, what greeted him in the future was Yin Jian's intensified humiliation time and time again, until the crown prince passed away, Yin Jian could not let him go.

The peach blossoms on the tree outside He Yuxuan fell to the ground one after another, and he wasted year after year in the palace.

After he finally escaped from the palace, the sense of humiliation was finally relieved.

But now...

The truth will be revealed—

What is the truth?

……

"Ruan Lan, can you do something for me?"

The familiar yet creepy sentence rang in Ruan Lan's ears again.

Ruan Lan's body trembled and she opened her eyes.

His whole body was tied up with hemp rope, and two knots were tied on his hands and feet. He was really unable to move, and his arms and legs were sore and numb.

He looked up and saw a faceless man.

It's not that he has no face...but the facial features on his face seem to have been cut or burned.

"My lord..." the man called out to him, "Can you tell who I am?"

Ruan Lan stared straight at her eyes, her pale lips parted slightly.

This is--

He called softly: "Grandpa Yu..."