half life slave

Rong Yu had a dream. In the dream, the clouds and mountains were misty and the mist was dark.He climbed up the steps in a gentle mist, and there was his little Taoyuan in the mountains, and there were people waiting for him to return home behind the door.Knock on the chaimen lightly, and the door opens slowly. The heroic face is the same as 20 years ago, with infinite charm on the corners of the eyes and lips.He stared at him for a long time, unable to move his eyes away, and suddenly his smile faded away, and there was a sense of pity in his gaze, as if telling himself that the vow could not be fulfilled, I am really sorry...

He stretched out his hand in a panic, only to catch a wisp of cloud and smoke, and fumbled around in horror, but he was the only one in the vast world.

20 years of waiting, 20 years of anticipation, half a lifetime, a lifetime of nostalgia, and finally all come to naught.In the end, he could only be alone, facing Jian Jia in the sky.

Opening his eyes suddenly, there was a drop of warm tears beside the pillow, he turned his head, and met Yu's mournful eyes above.

"Are... do you feel better? You vomited so much blood...Rong Yu," she stroked his face, "Don't be so hard on yourself, that person is gone..."

With a sharp pain in his chest, he woke up instantly, struggled to sit up, and quickly stood up under her surprised gaze.He didn't know where the strength came from, he rushed out, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, and that nightmare wouldn't haunt him for so long.

The moment I opened the door, I saw paleness all over the sky, Qiongyao everywhere. In Yuyu's clarified world, there are pale lanterns hanging high under the eaves, which are very inconsistent with the joyful New Year's festival in the world at this time. Its existence is to Remind him that that dream is real, and so is the warm green blood gushing from his chest.

His legs softened, and he supported the door and slowly knelt down on the ground. It would be great if the pain on his knees could be more intense, so that he might be able to ignore the pain and despair in his heart.

"Rong Yu, don't be like this, don't scare me..." Fang Yu tried to help him up, "Go back and lie down first, you need to rest. We will talk about everything after you recover..."

What more can I say?He has only been away from him for two years, and in two years, a powerful life just disappeared into the world without warning. What kind of emperor's hegemony, the achievements of thousands of years, are just a fleeting glance in the passing of time, and the final victory is only time, which will never disappear , never stop, like the great river rushing eastward, taking away all grievances and friendship, leaving no trace.

But the embers in his heart were still there, and he was unwilling to accept fate, even though he had been manipulated by it for two lifetimes.He endured it for so long, but in the end what he got in return was that the vast expanse of white land is really clean?I'm afraid it's not that easy.He calmed down and thought calmly. Shen Yu's letter of request to return to Beijing fell into Shen Yu's hands, or rather it was the fuse. If he really had a second hand, he would have to liquidate himself sooner or later. He couldn't just sit here and wait. The new emperor sent people to lock him back.

Looking at Fang Yu, he said calmly, "Go find a car, pack it up carefully, and let's leave the city immediately."

"No! How can you walk so far with your current body? The snow is so heavy outside that the official roads are closed..."

She was still talking, Rong Yu had stood up and walked towards the door, she grabbed him, angry and hated, "You, is it useful for you to go back now? No one is here, not to mention you have no will... "

She would make a mistake, let him break free, and explain while continuing to move forward.

"Wait!" She called out sadly, making Rongyu stop, she stepped forward, took his arm, and said in a mournful voice, "Even if you want to leave, I will accompany you. But...you can't go out like this , you have to... change into mourning clothes."

His eyes turned to her, the pale mass hurt people's eyes, Rong Yu turned his head away from it, and only nodded silently to her.

The last time he wore mourning clothes was 22 years ago, and that was for Emperor Shengping.Rong Yu suddenly remembered that before he died, he pointed at his finger tremblingly, which was his last hatred... In fact, he should have died 20 years ago. Shen Hui deceived his father, saved his life, and left After 22 years, and then, leave him again, leaving him with endless memories for half his life.

"What day is it today?" he asked.

Fang Yu understood what he meant, and sighed, "It's the seventh day, and you've been in a coma for five days, so you can only feed you some soup. Look at yourself, you're almost out of shape."

Rong Yu didn't want to look at it, but couldn't lift it up in one breath, feeling weak all over.Thinking about it rationally, even if you want to run, you can't be so weak. He said to Fang Yu, "I want to eat something, please get something simple."

Fang Yu frowned and listened, and smiled for a while, dispelling a trace of resentment and a little sadness on his face, and felt relieved that he could cheer up quickly.

She cooks all bland food, anyway Rong Yu can only eat these at the moment.Cleaned up and changed into that mourning dress, Fang Yu had already hired a car, "I'll pack up a little and leave."

After the words fell, there was a sound of knocking on the door from a distance, and Fang Yu's eyes suddenly filled with panic.Rong Yu's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect the worries to come so quickly.

The moment the door opened, a group of guards in white armor rushed in and quickly surrounded the entire courtyard. Deng Tuo, the chief internal servant who had previously reported to the palace, stepped forward and said to him expressionlessly, "There is a decree, accept the decree." stop."

Rong and Tiyi, knelt down indifferently, and listened to him read the imperial edict in a cold voice-Lin Rong and bullying the king and the country have committed serious crimes, and they deserve to be killed.Nian was entrusted by the emperor's examination and served for a long time, so he was resigned from his imperial post, and the supervisor of ceremonies escorted him back to Beijing for further interrogation, and all his property was confiscated...

The liquidation was done in such a timely manner that he didn't even give him time to escape, which shows that it was planned for a long time.

Rong Yu laughed silently. Seeing Deng Tuo waving his hand to signal the guards to check quickly, he looked coldly and said, "Please, the horses and chariots are already waiting for you outside the door."

Turning to look at Fang Yu again, her face was covered with tears.Gently wiped away the tears for her, Rong Yu said, "Let's go, pack your things, go to Ah Sheng, he will settle you down. You can go back to your hometown, or you can find a stable life in a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. From now on, you are free."

"I won't go, I said I would accompany you, I will go back with you..." She was crying so hard that it sounded heartbreaking.

Deng Tuo glanced impatiently, stepped forward two steps and stretched out his hand to pull her away, angrily said, "There is no end, delaying the imperial decree, can you afford it? If you want to go, go together, save trouble and trouble Catch you once."

Rong Yu brushed his hand away, and held Fang Yu behind him, "The imperial decree only said to take me, and not to involve others. There are high mountains and high waters along the way, Deng Gong must not want to make any mistakes, so please don't embarrass me. Man, let her go."

Deng Tuo's heart tightened, he thought about the threat he meant, and then thought about the emperor's order to take Lin Rong and return to Beijing, he felt timid, but this person is no longer the high-ranking deputy master of the inner court. Why should I be so afraid!Just as he was about to reprimand, he suddenly looked past Rong Yu and looked behind him, with a sinister smile on his face, he raised his voice to the guards in the courtyard and said, "Go prepare a brazier and burn all those things on the spot I can't leave a single thing."

Rong Yu frowned, turned his head to look behind him, and saw a group of guards holding a stack of paper scrolls, throwing them on the ground and piled them together. Someone had already found a copper basin and was about to light it and burn it.

Those were the poems he had written, the pictures he had drawn, the articles he had written, the copybooks he had written... He suddenly turned his head, with a look of anger on his brows.

Deng Tuo looked at his expression almost admiringly, and said with a sneer, "As ordered by the Lord Long Live, you can't leave a single word or shadow of anything you write or draw, and everything must be cleaned up."

Qi and blood surged, Rong Yu gritted his teeth and sneered, trembling all over his body.

"Okay, let's go. Do you really want to watch those things burn to ashes?"

Taking a deep breath, the cold air irritated his throat and lungs, making Rong Yu tremble even more.Can't look back, can't look at the pen and ink in the flame.That used to be his longing, the only proof that he had existed in the world.

Looking up at the sky, the universe is boundless.Life is self-illusioning, and it will eventually return to nothingness.This body is forever extinguished, and the solitary lamp is forever silent, so the things outside the body will eventually go with the wind sooner or later.

Withdrawing his arm from Fang Yu's arms, Rong Yu brushed her tear-stained cheeks, and smiled at her, "Go ahead, live a good life. Forget about me. What I owe you, I can't pay it back in this life. In the next life, I will pay it off." Do your best."

Taking a last look, he deeply remembered that this woman who had been with him for two years, and the sad smile on her face, her life was not filled with endless sorrow.

The road is long and the mountains are thousands of miles away, but he still has to go back to the forbidden city that deeply locks his soul, take a look, and settle all grievances.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was shrouded in plain white, and looked a little strange.Rong Yu stepped in with his weak legs, and bowed to salute the face dimly lit by the lights.

He is the emperor now, and it is time to bow five times and kowtow three times to him, and Rong Yu will do it one by one without any flaws, and then wait with his eyes down.

No one paid attention to him, and there was no voice telling him to get up. This was expected by him, but the pain in his leg kept reminding him that even if the situation was so dire, he still hoped that the young emperor on the throne would show kindness once in a while. Get him out of this unbearable pain.

After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, he heard Sun Chuanxi coughing lightly, which was reminding the new emperor that there was still an unresolved hatred under Dan Chi that he needed to vent.

"Lin Rongyu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I have forgotten your appearance. You kneel so far away that I can't see clearly. Kneel closer and let me see your face." Shen Yu gestured at him. wave.

Gritting his teeth, Rong Yu dragged his numb legs and took a few steps forward on his knees, so that the lights in the hall could reflect on his face.

"Ah, you have turned into such an appearance." Shen Yu exclaimed, as if he was really shocked by his appearance, "This is simply, how thin you are like this... It seems that you have had a very unsatisfactory life these years .”

Rong Yu looked down at the ground, and said calmly, "The guilty minister begs, please allow the guilty minister to go to the Daxing Emperor's Mausoleum to mourn, in order to fulfill the righteousness of the minister. After that, the guilty minister is willing to obey the law of the country and let the emperor deal with it."

What responded to him was a long and thin jingle sound, Shen Yu shook the golden incense ball in his hand, and then a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus musk wafted through the air.Rong Yu thought inappropriately, but in terms of their preference for fragrances, their father and son have nothing in common.

Shen Yu turned his head and asked with a playful smile, "What he means is that he wants to subdue the country's laws. Sun Chuanxi, how should he be convicted according to the law?"

Chuanxi chuckled awkwardly, and replied, "This minister doesn't know either, the emperor should ask the judge."

"Oh, but he wants to die, but I don't want his life, that's so boring." Shen Yu smiled and raised his voice, "Emperor Daxing's coffin will be taken out from the Shouhuang Palace tomorrow to go to Zhaoling. But tonight, I don't want to let you go, you won't have a chance to see Huang Kao for the last time."

There is a faint sweetness in the throat, and some things really shouldn't be too persistent, since no one is there, it doesn't matter whether you see the last side or not.

Lifting his head slightly, Shen Yu was still playing with the incense ball in his hand in leisure time.Looking at his flickering face between the flickering of the candle, he was young and handsome, exuding vigor, but unfortunately, part of that vigor was the hatred that devoured people's hearts. Looking carefully, Rong Yu suddenly found that he was just His facial features resembled his father's, and his expression was probably exactly the same as his biological mother's.

He suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, and knew that Shen Yu must have countless tricks to torture people. If he got up now, the other party would definitely order the imperial guards to take him down. If he resisted, he might be killed on the spot—that's really true Happiest ending.

Putting his hands on the ground, trying to stand up, Chuanxi saw his intention and exclaimed, "Hey, what are you doing? Long live God didn't let you get up, you're crazy..."

That's right, he's crazy, and he doesn't care anymore, but even though he works so hard, he still can't even do such a simple action as getting up. Now he is no different from a useless person!

Shen Yu yelled, "Do you want to die? It's not that easy. Sun Chuanxi, tell him the will of Emperor Daxing."

His heart trembled violently. It turned out that Shen Hui had left a message for him... Kneeling on the ground, listening to Sun Chuanxi carefully asking, "Which one do you want to pass on? You have the holy decree..."

"Just pass the word of mouth." Shen Yu reprimanded shortly, interrupting Chuanxi's words.

"Yes. According to the late emperor's commandment, after returning to Beijing, Lin Ronghe must take good care of his body, and must not leave the palace without authorization, and must not kill himself, otherwise, it will be difficult for me to rest in peace under the Nine Springs."

In just one sentence, Rong Yu went from shock to astonishment, and then to confusion—how could Shen Hui leave such a sentence to him, let him live and endure the insults from his son, does he hate himself so much?

"Did you hear that? This is Huang Kao's last wish. I told you verbatim. As for whether you want to fulfill his wish, you can decide for yourself. Anyway, I don't have time to watch you. Suicide." Shen Yu looked contemptuous, as if he was still afraid of his disobedience, and added coldly, "This was specially explained by Huang Kaolin before he left."

He said with a smile, and at some point, a small piece of paper suddenly appeared in his hand, and he shook it gently, then brought the paper close to the candle flame, watching the flame gradually turn it into strands of scorched black, "Well, it's Huang Kao I wrote it to you, but I don't want to show it to you. Just remember that oral instruction." He smiled complacently, smacking Rong Yu's expression condescendingly.

Because he was in a happy mood, Shen Yu smiled and replied, "Although Huang Kao still remembers you, what's the use? He is going to Zhaoling tomorrow, and the person waiting for him there is the queen mother. In this life, he is destined to Live and die with the queen mother. As for you, it is just a poor joke, a shadow that can only be empty and dim under the sun."

Rong Yu didn't bother to look at him again, and lowered his eyes and said, "I would like to ask the emperor to hand over the matter to the three courts. I am very grateful."

All the pleasure of just now was shattered by this sentence. Shen Yu knew that he was fearless of death, but he did not expect that he would have no reaction to humiliation. All his actions seemed to be hit on the soft cotton wool. No reaction is like The greatest contempt, when one thinks about it, is infuriating.

The furious man grabbed the paperweight on the case and threw it towards Rongyu. The cold jade hit his forehead, and the warm liquid dripped down his face and dripped on the broken jasper, showing a bright and dripping appearance. color.

"Your majesty, no, you promised the late emperor..." Chuanxi said anxiously.

"Shut up!" Shen Yu yelled, and Rong Yu immediately understood that he should have made a promise to Shen Hui himself, similar to a promise that he would never hurt himself.

"Read this to him." Shen Yu took out a memorial and threw it to Sun Chuanxi, and said solemnly, "This is what the official historian wrote for you. You should listen to it carefully, and the world will see Lin Rongyu like this in the future." appearance."

Chuanxi's voice without emotion and ups and downs sounded immediately, "Tolerance and I don't know the book, I have a strong memory, guess and endure insidiousness, and I am very flattering. The emperor deeply trusts this person, and his tolerance and power are enhanced. He uses the officials and others as his wings. No one in the middle dares to disobey. The censor Zhao Xun, the servant Wang Yunwen, the censor Zhang Shigeng, and Cen Jin in the matter were all criticized for their successive efforts. Cen Jin in the matter was reprimanded and demoted. The emperor chose eunuchs, set up the inner study as internal exercises, and closely assisted his servant Wang Yue and others outside. He also harmed his colleagues and separated the monarch and his ministers..."

His thoughts drifted away to nowhere, Rong Yu didn't listen anymore, he only knew that the evaluation was eloquent and rich in words, it seems that the number of words he left in the history of Yin should be much more than other eunuchs.

"Lin Rongyu, what do you think of this article? In fact, it was written by someone you know quite well." Shen Yu paused, with a mean smile on the corner of his mouth, "You bought it so hard, Cen hibiscus."

"I'll tell you one more thing," he continued, "I have ordered people to erase all the words you wrote about the painting of the Riverside During the Qingming Festival, so I have to repair that painting. What a pity, your kindness." Calligraphy cannot be preserved after all, and from now on, no one will be able to see it again."

The warmth and sweetness in the throat surged up again, Rong Yu tried his best to restrain it, and finally did not let it gush out, but the mouthful of blood was contained in his mouth, and finally flowed down the corner of his mouth slowly.

Chuanxi couldn't bear it, and bowed to remind him, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, and tomorrow I will personally send Emperor Daxing to you, look..."

Shen Yu seemed to be tired of playing too. He stared at the blood on the corner of Rong and his mouth for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go down, stay well in Beisan Institute, don't let me see you again if you have nothing to do."

Pulling up his sleeves and wiping the corners of his mouth, Rong Yu put his hands on the ground, and it took him a long time to stand up, his body shaking uncontrollably.He didn't want to lose his final dignity in front of the new emperor, so he retreated with his hands down, and walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation as usual.

The new wind of the capital was still as hard and sharp as a knife on his face. He couldn't bear it any longer. He supported the stone wall in front of the hall to rest for a while. Suddenly, a piece of plain sleeve brushed in front of him, and his arm felt hot. He heard a soft voice. His voice whispered in his ear, "Dong Lin, I'll take you home."

Rong He raised his eyes, it was a familiar face, but the former delicate and naive had changed into a gentle face, it was Yu Ruorong, the maid in the Xinuang Pavilion.

Smiling gratefully at her, he pulled out his arm calmly, "Thank you, I can walk by myself."

Here and now, as a person who is deeply hated by the emperor, he should not cause trouble for anyone.

"Dong Lin," she said in a low voice, word by word behind him, "That's true, Emperor Daxing, he wants you to live well, you must do it."