[Comprehensive Qiong Yao] The collision of scum and scum

The Hungry Ghost Festival on July [-]th, also known as the Yulan Basin Festival, is not only a ghost festival, but also a festival to respect mothers. Although Qianlong, who claims to be the most filial son in the world, has a bit of a fight with Lafayette because of Yongzhang However, during this festival, the Yulan Taoist Temple was still extensively repaired. Since the [-]th, river lanterns have been put on, so that Xiao Neijian will burn candles in lotus leaves and list them on both sides of the river, with thousands of records.Thousands of lotus lanterns were made of colored glaze, which went up and down with the waves.Riding a dragon boat in the middle class, playing Sanskrit music, and doing Zen recitations are more grand than the Qixi Festival.

And on the night of July [-]th, plays such as "Mulian Saves Mother" will be staged on the stage, and luxurious Dharma boats will be lit to pray for Lafayette.

It was very lively on stage, and it was also very lively off stage, but the excitement did not belong to him.Sitting in his seat, Wang Yongzhang of Xun'an County still has a handsome appearance with a light cloud and a moonlight breeze, his phoenix eyes are slightly drooping, and the corners of his lips are slightly hooked. Buddha.

Qianlong swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixed on the curve of his slightly exposed neck, as if he could see the ambiguous red mark under the clothes.Ever since the thirteenth palace started to be lively and the river lanterns were released, Yongzhang would not let him touch it.

Such a noble and mysterious person under the light really makes people want to tear him off the clouds and possess him fiercely, leaving only his own figure in his sad and joyless eyes, and making him fall into the mortal world and never be able to again. leave.

Yongzhang turned a blind eye to his fiery and sharp gaze, of course because he was too accustomed to it.With a light snort, he spoke to Yongzhen, who was already the king of the pure county, and left the scene first.

No matter how long it took, he couldn't get into the excitement, even if he chose to stay, even if he overcame the shadow of his childhood.

People in ancient times believed in ghosts and gods, especially in places like the harem, where no one's hands were clean, and it was even more guilty in this kind of time when the gates of ghosts opened and the dead came out with many lonely souls and wild ghosts.For the reason of releasing river lanterns to worship ghosts, many corridors and yards in the palace were hung with glazed palace lanterns. Even at night, they were almost as bright as daytime.

These are the servants of Qianlong's concubines.

Quarrel.

Yongzhang, who didn't bring any servants, subconsciously avoided the crowd, left the corridor he often walks without knowing it, and wandered slowly to a deserted and lonely place with only a single lantern illuminating a corner.The walls of the courtyard had already been mottled to reveal the bricks under the paint, and weeds were overgrown beside the walls. One side of the courtyard door fell off, and the other door was crumbling.

Suddenly cold.

No matter how prosperous and splendid a place is, there are dark corners that cannot be illuminated. Yongzhang is not surprised that there is such a place in the Forbidden City, and it is even more unsurprising to see the blood-stained ancient well in the middle of the courtyard, where you can vaguely see some scratches.

Who knows how many dead bones there will be down there.

Yongzhang turned around and left.

Although the full moon was shining brightly in the sky, the moonlight was very bright, but it was not enough for him to see the blood stains clearly, and it was such bright blood red blood stains!

"Your Highness, you are finally back."

A petite young man wearing eunuch costumes walked out from behind the dead tree. Under the light willow eyebrows are charming peach blossom eyes. The slightly shallow pupils seem to be filled with the smoke of Jiangnan. Lip color is obviously too red.The belt stretched out her slender waist, if she were dressed in women's clothing, she would be a lovely girl.

Yongzhang watched him come out step by step, watched him salute respectfully and politely, got up respectfully and stood by the side with hands down, cautiously and secretly looking at him with admiration and desire.

Without the little eunuch introducing himself, Yongzhang can tell that this is a little eunuch who exists like a child molester.Whether it's the walking posture, the natural coquettish attitude when raising hands and feet, or the mentality of deliberately flattering, you can't be mistaken.

"The person you are waiting for will never come back."

Yongzhang vaguely remembered that the only one who could be called "His Royal Highness" was the prince, and as he knew, there were no princes in the Yongzheng and Qianlong dynasties after the Kangxi dynasty.No matter which prince the little eunuch is talking about, he should have been reincarnated long ago, so why would he return to this dilapidated cold palace?

"...!" The little eunuch held on to the dead tree, which was on the verge of falling. Tears welled up in his eyes. After enduring for a long time, they finally slid down his cheeks. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. The moonlight passed through his body and left A piece of silver frost, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

After hesitating for a while, even seeing the translucence of his body and the absence of any shadow under the moonlight, Yongzhang still walked over and knelt down, put his hand on his shoulder, and lowered his voice, "Don't wait any longer. It's not worth it..."

The ending sound dissipated in the scene that suddenly appeared in front of him, Yongzhang stared at the sudden day and the heavy snow in front of him, he was surprised and speechless.

Although the building under the daylight is a little deserted, it is still beautifully repaired. A charming little eunuch came under the daytime, but the little eunuch didn't have any smile on his face, only sincere worry and panic.

"Your Highness, Long Live has passed away." The little eunuch knelt in front of the screen, trembling and flustering uncontrollably in his thin voice.

"Cough, cough, cough...!"

Suddenly, there was a violent coughing sound and the sound of something being overturned and heavy objects falling to the ground from behind the screen. Yongzhang followed the little eunuch around to the screen, and saw a middle-aged man in his underwear covering his mouth with one hand on the ground beside the bed. Coughing in pain, a lot of blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the torn bedding red.

Although the man's sick face is dismal and disheveled, his tall phoenix eyes, perfect jawbone and delicate collarbone allow Yongzhang to guess how magnificent the man was when he was young.I just don't know why such a man, who should be pampered, is in this deserted courtyard, only a little eunuch is serving him personally.

"You, what are you talking about!" The man grabbed the little eunuch's arm, the veins on the back of his bony hands were bulging, and his eyes were red like crazy.

"Long Live Lord, Long Live Lord has passed away, Your Highness, Long Live Lord has passed away..." The frightened little eunuch kept repeating.

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it! How could that man, would... No, it's impossible!" The man wanted to stand up excitedly but fell to the ground weakly, pushing away the little eunuch who wanted to help , "I haven't seen him yet, how could he go first! How could...!"

The man who fell down again curled up in pain, coughing violently as if he wanted to cough up his lungs, and the bright red blood stained his sleeves, as if his life would die with this cough.

"My condolences, Your Highness, take care of your health, your health..." The little eunuch cried with tears all over his face, kowtowed repeatedly and clumsily comforted him.

"Take care of your body? What's the use of taking care of your body... He's gone, what's the use of taking care of your body..." The man looked at the blood on his hands, his lips trembled, his eyes were red, and tears rolled in his eyes Always stubborn and refused to slip, "Imperial father, imperial father, how could you leave Baocheng..."

"Imperial father, Baocheng made a mistake. Baocheng doesn't love you anymore, so I won't force you. Imperial father, don't leave..."

"Father, why didn't you let Bao Cheng see you for the last time..."

"Royal father, how can you be so cruel..."

"Royal father..."

The outstretched hand hangs down weakly, everything has been lost, and nothing is worth existing anymore.

The man with eyes full of grief and despair fell to the ground, and for a moment he even lost his breath.

The desperation at that moment clenched his heart, Yongzhang bent down in pain, his throat was full of rusty and bloody breath, and what he touched his lips with his hand was cold wetness.

Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

The memory of the little eunuch spanned several days and nights, but what remained unchanged was that the man staggered in the courtyard as if insane and reminiscing, talking to himself, crying and laughing at times, and the gloomy and dead air was still shrouded.

Until one day when the sun was setting, the little eunuch was horrified to see the comatose man getting up with a rosy face, and called him to comb his hair and change his clothes. The crown made of silk tassels is luxurious and magnificent.

He was the most dazzling crown prince in the Kangxi Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty. He was the crown prince who was personally taught and destroyed by Emperor Kangxi.

The man refused the little eunuch's support and follow, and under the terrified eyes of the palace people, he walked towards the resplendent palace as proudly and gracefully as he was back then.

Royal father, Baocheng is here.

Under the plaque of Qianqing Palace, the thin man in the golden nine-dragon robe tremblingly embraced the man whose heartbeat had stopped, crying bitterly.

It was snowing heavily, and two years ago they witnessed the passing of a generation of emperors, and two years later they sent away the emperor's favorite prince.

The little eunuch in the deserted courtyard can't wait to return to the crown prince.

"Your Highness won't come back again, it's okay, I'm guarding here, I'm not afraid to wait. But... Has Your Highness found the Long Live Lord? Just in case, just in case... At least the slave is still waiting here..."

Has the crown prince found his imperial father yet?

Yongzhang couldn't bear to speculate and didn't dare to think deeply, his lips trembled and finally smiled softly, "Ah, I found it..."

"They're together..."

"You don't have to wait any longer."

"Slave congratulates Your Highness." The little eunuch raised his face, a smile bloomed on his face covered with tears, delicate and bright like a flower, his body gradually dissipated into a spot of light in the moonlight.

In the end nothing will be left.

And with the departure of the little eunuch, the dilapidated and gloomy courtyard turned into a quiet and deserted house. The dead trees grew lush branches and leaves, but the moonlight was still hazy.

"This is Xian'an Palace, the place where the crown prince of the Kangxi Dynasty was banned for ten years, and later rebuilt into an official school for the disciples of the Three Banners." Yongzhang, who was kneeling on the ground, did not get up, did not turn his head, and there was no sadness in his voice. Hi, there is no temperature, "Actually, the prince didn't wait for his imperial father..."

"Dynasty changes, the person who was waiting can't come back, and no one will know that there are still people waiting for him to return."

"What is lost will never come back."

The man behind hugged him from behind, covered his eyes with one hand, found his lips and kissed lightly, "I will not lose you, and I will not let you go."

"Even if you want to go to hell, I will drag you along." The high-spirited fiery rushed into the tight secret, fiercely proving his existence and strong possession, "No one can escape."

Yongzhang raised his head to respond to his kiss, the inner wall shrinks and shrinks with his breath, enthusiastically catering to the deep giant, eagerly seeking his existence and temperature, just like the enthusiasm to melt the snow, "I I won't wait for you..."

If you go first, I will not wait for you, I will follow immediately.

If you leave, I will not wait for you, I will strangle you directly.

The author has something to say: Kang Tai and his son are indeed the cinnabar mole in the heart of salad dressing