Sheng Shi Merciful Light

These days, Mu Ci is really busy. He has been selected into the Martial Arts Temple and is busy with national affairs such as reopening the border trade. Fortunately, he is only in charge of the overall situation. The benefits of being a "hands-off shopkeeper" are obvious, and a bunch of people under him are in charge There is no problem with the specific implementation.Otherwise he will die of exhaustion.

At present, only the "peach blossoms" need to be solved one by one by him personally, so as to avoid people being jealous and not being able to "sleep in peace".

Mu Ci sent someone to the business district to tell Mei Rong: "I'll go and see Lian Shuang, and I'll make you jealous when I come back tonight!"

After Jin Yiwei, who passed on the rumor, recounted it verbatim...

Mei Rong: "..."

He is jealous now, but he still has to pretend to be magnanimous, knowing that he cannot interfere with Mu Ci's actions.Only in my heart, I gritted my teeth and thought about the night... how to pour the vinegar ordered by the king to make it feel good?

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When Mu Ci entered the cleaning house, Le Jing received the instruction first to see Wei Lianshuang, and when he saw Mu Ci coming, he shook his head at him and whispered: "His physical condition is poor, and he used tiger and wolf skills since he was a child. The drug kept its indistinguishable and beautiful appearance, and after another four years of that kind of life... the inside was hollowed out. Because of the two days of fear, I didn't eat normally, and I didn't have the will to survive. So I have no ability to let him live longer several years."

Listening to Le Jing's rare anger, Mu Ci rubbed his forehead: "I've been busy these days, so I didn't pay attention to him. It's my negligence." Naturally, the people below will not complain about a "dirty" and "out of favor" "The actor who got it and ran around.

As a doctor, Le Jing hates patients who don't want to live anymore, and said angrily, "Talk to him, not everyone is as strong as you."

Mu Ci nodded: "Go back, he has a heart disease, I'll talk to him."

I feel that I have become a professional chicken soup for the soul, but since I saved someone, Mu Ci still wants to save it to the end. After all, it is a human life, but from the perspective of human nature, it is impossible for Mu Ci to watch people die without being indifferent.

Mu Ci took the medicine bowl in and handed it to Wei Lianshuang.

"My lord?" Wei Lianshuang saw clearly that it was Mu Ci, her eyes bloomed with brilliance, but they disappeared in a flash. "I've seen the prince..." He forced himself to salute, his words were weak, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, not as soft and soft as before.

"Sit down! Drink up!" Mu Ci ordered.

Wei Lianshuang sat down, took the medicine bowl, was very obedient, and drank up every drop.

Mu Ci watched him finish drinking the medicine, then went into the bedroom, lay down on the big soft couch, patted the side of his head: "Come here and give me a pillow, rub your head, I'm really tired today."

Wei Lianshuang wished for some use, her heart was beating wildly, her face was red, her eyes greedily looked at Mu Ci for a moment, and her breath was uncertain: "My lord? You..."

Mu Ci closed her eyes, looking really tired.

Wei Lianshuang felt distressed, but she was careful not to move.

Mu Ci raised her eyes, pulled him to sit down, and rested her head on his lap unceremoniously: "You are the one who makes the most comfortable rubbing."

Wei Lianshuang carefully stretched out her hand, rubbed it gently, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised a smile that cleared the clouds.Both of them are super beauties, even though Wei Zhongsha's face is still haggard, this picture is so beautiful that it doesn't look like a human scene.

The Jin Yiwei guarding the door did not look sideways, although the heart of gossip was burning...

Mu Ci asked in a soft voice: "Lian Shuang, you are ruining your body. You have been fighting against fate until now, but suddenly gave up, are you willing?"

Naturally, I am not reconciled!

Wei Lianshuang's smile disappeared, she bit her lips and said nothing for a while, and finally said: "My lord... can I make a request first?"

"you say!"

"Call me Chongsha, please? That's my name, Wei Chongsha."

Lian Shuang was just a stage name given by the theater troupe, which reminded him of all those disgusting things.

"Heavy sand, a lot of sand?" Mu Ci asked.

"Well, my uncle gave me the name, hoping that I would be like the gravel in my hand, small, ordinary, and very soft to hold. In fact, each grain has its own hardness. Even if it is tempered and trampled underfoot, I will not Lose that hardness." He sighed, "I failed him."

Mu Ci didn't bother to comfort others with che roulu words, she just said: "You let me down too."

Wei Chongsha froze for a moment, full of apology: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't let the prince worry about state affairs, but also worry about me."

"Well, this is sensible. Can you tell me why you are so sad? From your heart."

Wei Chongsha hesitated, but he knew that Mu Ci's time was precious, and it was rare to come to see him, so he had to be sensible.Moreover, if I don't say something, maybe I won't have a chance to say it.

He said what was in his heart: "I... am afraid!"

"afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid I'll be rejected by you." Wei Chongsha's voice was soft, but no one knew that his heart would bleed when he said these five words one by one.

"I said I wouldn't drive you away, so stay at ease." Mu Ci said.

"I know that you will keep your promise, but... I... I..." Wei Chongsha opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word of love.A person like him who is filthy from the inside out, what right does he have to wish for such a person?

Even saying I love you is a kind of blasphemy, isn't it?

"Find something to do. It's easy to think too much when you stay there every day. Go to Master Xi's music theory class tomorrow. You have talent, so don't let it bury you." Mu Ci said.

Wei Chongsha finally understood that the king of Chu didn’t dislike him, and asked him to go outside to listen to that kind of class so that he could see his identity clearly, and he was a little self-aware——Master Xi’s class must be attended by powerful and powerful people, and with his previous identity, he would definitely bump into many "acquaintance".It was a humiliation for him to stand there.

Wei Chongsha shook his head: "People like me... still won't go."

He also didn't want to cause trouble for Mu Ci. Mu Ci was very defensive, and it wasn't worthwhile to have conflicts with others because of him.

"What kind of person are you?" Mu Ci patted Wei Chongsha's hand, "Whether you are Lian Shuang or Chongsha, I say you can go if you can!"

"But……"

"Don't be! Do you want to go? Tell the truth!" Mu Ci asked.

"……think!"

"Then go! I'll go there tomorrow too!" Mu Ci made a decision.

Wei Chongsha's mind, which had been swaying for two or three days, finally settled down, and he showed a relieved smile, but he quickly suppressed the smile, still at a loss: "I'll go, Xi everyone knows, will you... be angry?"

"No, your third uncle, Wei Yitang, was once Master Xi's most proud disciple. He became famous in the capital for his piano art. Everyone knows that Wei Yitang enlightened you on the piano art, so we also want to meet you," Mu Ci said.He was also afraid that everyone Xi would have a worldly view, so he had already sent someone to contact him.Mu Ci has always respected these artists and cultural figures.

"Third Uncle?" Wei Lianshuang didn't feel excited, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and rubbed his hands... "Well, it's a pity that everyone Xi couldn't save your Third Uncle.It seems that your third uncle is a character...can you tell me about him? " Mu Ci asked.

"My third uncle, he..." Wei Chongsha hesitated.

"If you don't want to say it, you can't force it." Mu Ci replied lazily.

"There is nothing you can't say to the prince." Wei Chongsha knew that Mu Ci must have obtained the most detailed investigation report on the people and affairs of the Wei family, so it's okay to tell him.Besides, he was proud of the third uncle, and he never felt that there was anything difficult to say about the experience of the third uncle.

Wei Chongsha lowered his head to look at Mu Ci, and smiled charmingly. Because of his sincere joy, water mist shimmered in his eyes, and a trace of anger gradually appeared on his face.

Mu Ci sensed the gaze, opened his eyes, and was immediately sucked by the puddle of water in his eyes.

Lian Shuang said softly: "The third uncle is really powerful and knows many things. What happened before he was in the Wei family...I don't know very well, I will only say a few things that I know."

"Ok!"

"The third uncle was sold. There was a good friend who got through the joints and wanted to secretly let him escape by feigning death, but my mother was also sold into the theater troupe. No matter how powerful the third uncle's friends were, there was no way to save the two. The third uncle refused the friend. , stayed in the theater troupe. He didn’t know at the time...the theater troupe actually..."

Wei Chongsha couldn't control his emotions, it wasn't pain, the pain in his heart had long been numb, he just felt inexplicably uncomfortable, he held his chest and hunched his back for a while.

Mu Ci sat up, put her hands on Wei Chongsha's back, and patted him.

Wei Chongsha felt that the warm hand on his back dispelled the indescribable sadness and injected strength into his body and soul.

He was much better, so he picked up his mood and continued: "The third uncle once naively thought that as long as he was obedient and sang well, he could get a shelter from the wind and rain. He was already 14 years old at that time, his muscles and bones had grown hard, and he was not He is suitable for singing and has suffered a lot. Fortunately, he can play the piano, so he became a piano teacher. He has a good face, how can the conscientious leader let go of such a cash cow? In addition, the third uncle was originally the son of the Wei family, and Tianjing has many ...just name him and ask him to go...to...sing..."

What did you actually encounter during the singing session?

Wei Chongsha has experienced it countless times, and the first impression is the deepest. He is still too young and ignorant, but he still deeply remembers the fear, despair, and... endless pain at that time.

Betrayed by the whole world!

Wei Chongsha himself, who lived in a troupe since he was a child, didn't have too good expectations for his future, and there was no gap. In fact, it wasn't too miserable.The worst is his third uncle.

He couldn't imagine his third uncle, a noble son who used to be famous in the capital, unattainable, and who could only be looked up to at the height of the white clouds, became an actor and was treated like that... A play that everyone can play.

Such a huge gap will take away everything from a person—dignity, hope, and life!

Mu Ci gently stroked Wei Chongsha's back to comfort him.

Wei Chongsha smiled wryly, and continued: "The third uncle didn't escape in the end... how could he endure such pain and humiliation, and planned to swallow a charcoal to commit suicide. At that time, my mother was less than four years old, and she almost died of illness due to shock and discomfort. In the end, the third uncle was called back by my mother's cry. He took pity on my mother's helplessness, so he struggled to survive and endured everything..."

Mu Ci held Wei Chongsha in his arms.

Leaning in Mu Ci's arms, Wei Chongsha continued, almost masochistically: "My third uncle was so cruel that he scalded the scar on my mother's forehead, and negotiated with the theater troupe master, agreeing to the 'party' arranged by him, on the condition that I can’t touch a single hair of my mother, let her grow up carefree, otherwise, he will die with my mother. There are three uncles who are against it. My mother doesn’t know the world. She met and fell in love with a Jiangnan child and planned to elope. Of course...it was of no consequence. The son left after being defeated, but my mother was pregnant with me. The troupe master was afraid that my birth would offend the palace, so it was my third uncle who saved me. I was actually raised by my third uncle , he taught me carefully, and saw that I had a talent for playing the piano, so he taught me to learn the piano. Seeing that I was born well, the third uncle knew that he could not protect me for the rest of his life, so he forced me to learn...to learn kung fu and...to play. Those who are in that place...serve Fazi."

Wei Chongsha choked up for a moment, the words he said were all words, but he didn't know that each word was followed by tears of blood.

Mu Ci comforted softly: "It's all over..."

Wei Chongsha boldly said, "My lord, can I hold your hand?"

Mu Ci let go of him, turned his palm upwards and reached out to Wei Chongsha.Wei Chongsha timidly put his palm in, and Mu Ci immediately held his soft hand.

Wei Chongsha wanted to imitate Mei Rong's interlocking fingers with the prince. After all, he knew his identity, but he didn't dare to do that... It was enough for him to draw strength from the warmth of his hands, took a deep breath and said, "When I was young... I hated the third uncle, hated him and looked down on me, taught me how to please a man, how to be happy under a man. Now I understand his painstaking efforts, if he hadn't taught me this since I was a child, I have... Maybe not survive at all."

"Yes, I know."

Wei Chongsha thought: How can a prince understand this kind of suffering?Emotionally, he believed it, and continued: "The third uncle is getting old, and he looks old and haggard, and he doesn't have any taboos. He can do whatever he wants, and he can let go. But men are cheap, and they feel that they are easy to handle. It’s not interesting, the people who bothered him gradually became less and less. But the place under him was broken long ago, he often bled profusely, had incontinence and uncontrollable, which slowly drained his vitality. After knowing the truth these years, my mother went crazy and died. The third uncle was even more hit and couldn't hold on, so he also went when I was 11 years old."

Mu Ci shook Wei Chongsha's hand.

Wei Chongsha sneered: "I'm not sad, I'm happy. The third uncle has lived a life of neither human nor ghost for more than 20 years. If it wasn't for my mother and me, he would have died cleanly. When he went, He also smiled, saying let me live well, and if I can't survive, I will go to find him below, he doesn't blame me, he has been waiting for me."

Wei Jiale's and Ji's registrations are not allowed to be changed. Without Mu Ci's intervention, Lian Shuang would die in a few years, and there would be no Wei Chongsha now.

So, when Mu Ci ordered Cui Yuanshi to take care of the place below Wei Chongsha, saying that he would be in trouble when he was old.Wei Chongsha was numb from the pain to the extreme, and the person who hadn't shed real tears for many years finally shed his own tears.

Not just crying because he was left in the palace.

Wei Zhongsha read Qian Fan thoroughly, and he couldn't understand more - what is love on the lips, and what is real care.

Mu Ci sighed and said, "Your third uncle is very respectable."

Wei Chongsha's eyes were wide open, his lips trembled a few times, and then tremblingly said: "My lord... you said..."

"I said, Wei Yitang is worthy of respect, he is a real man who is responsible and upright."

"My lord..." Wei Chongsha was shocked!

"Chong to your third uncle, you have to live well, straighten your back for me, hold your head up and live well, and live like a man." Mu Ci's tone was not too sonorous, but it was full of calm strength.

"But he is..."

"The whole world says he is guilty and dirty, what do you think? Wei Chongsha!" Mu Ci asked.

Wei Chongsha thought for a while, his eyes became firmer, and he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, the third uncle is not dirty. He is the cleanest person in the world and is worthy of respect. My surname is Wei, and Wei Chongsha cannot embarrass the third uncle."

"Okay, this is the right state! Do you have any relatives and friends you want to bring back, just go, I will greet you in the palace. Bring more money, if you don't have enough money, just withdraw it from the palace treasury, and bring more guards so you don't get hurt That's it."

"It's gone." Lian Shuang said.

"Then don't think about it anymore, and live the days to come."

"My lord... You are so... heavy sand, there is no repayment." The only thing Wei Chongsha has is his own body. "My lord, if you don't think I'm dirty, I... will give you a blowjob... You'll like it."

"Don't insult me, and don't insult yourself. I treat you well, not only because of pity for you, but also for Wei Yitang." Mu Ci sighed. If Wei Yitang hadn't become a victim of politics, I don't know how prominent he would be characters.

Now there is only a sigh left.

Wei Chongsha could no longer say the words of repaying with his body—indeed, this was a blasphemy against himself, Mu Ci, and even the third uncle.

But, what can he do for Mu Ci?

Mu Ci knew that the source of Wei Chongsha's uneasiness was because he "got it for nothing" and did not pay.This day seems to be picked up by stealing, and I can't feel at ease.

Mu Ci slapped Wei Chongsha hard: "You are the only one in this world who is so stupid if you don't know how to use Baoshan in the sky."

Wei Chongsha looked at Mu Ci in confusion.

Mu Ci's eyebrows were relaxed, and she said very gently: "Don't forget, you are now serving music in the palace of the king. You have inherited your third uncle's talent, and you will make great achievements in playing the piano. I hope you can study the piano skill thoroughly. It can be passed down to the world."

Although Wei Chongsha got a position, he didn't dare to take it seriously, let alone think that a person like him...

A song handed down?

"Go for it, I've never missed anyone. There are some isolated copies of music scores in the Wangfu Library, you can copy them out. In the future, you will become a master of piano art, so write down the music you play. I'll find someone It will be sorted out and repaired for you, and it will be published in a volume as "Wei's Music Score."

There was no surprise in Wei Zhong's misty eyes, but he was in a panic: "I... a person like this... really... can I?"

"What kind of person?"

"An actor, a... plaything."

"Oh, I haven't told you about my past, have I?" Mu Ci said in a few words what the original Ninth Prince had encountered in the Leng Palace, "The former emperor suspected my blood and imprisoned me in the Leng Palace. Because of the tricks of the villain, he lured the former Prince Bao into the cold palace... and treated me as a prisoner. I was only 13 years old at that time. In the next three years, I was bruised all over my body and my foundation was damaged."

Wei Chongsha's brain seemed to be hit by a heavy fist, "hum..." He couldn't digest this kind of thing.

"What am I like now? Even if the whole world knows what happened to me, who would point to my nose and call me dirty and guilty?" Mu Ci calmly looked at Wei Wei with neither compassion nor joy. Chongsha, "I don't want to bring this up. I don't care about it. It's just a matter of the past. It's really meaningless to bring it up repeatedly. It's all in the past."

Wei Chongsha trembled all over, couldn't restrain himself, and couldn't speak: "My lord...I..." He felt sorry for Mu Ci, but because of himself, he forced this person who should have been standing in the clouds to expose himself. Scars from the past.

Wei Chongsha wanted to kill himself a thousand times.

"Hey, forget it, I said ten thousand times that I don't care, and no one thinks that I really don't care. In short, you live a good life, live a life that is more comfortable and happy than anyone else, and you are worthy of yourself and the people who love you."

Wei Zhongsha nodded sharply.

Mu Ci held Lian Shuang's small face and said seriously: "What happened in the past has already happened. We can't go back to the past and erase everything, but people must learn to look forward. Think about it, hundreds of years later, Tianjing will All the people who bullied you in the Second Ring Road are nothing but loess. The wealth and glory have passed away, submerged in time, and there is no trace to be found. But you can write "Wei's Music Manual" and pass it down. People will only remember you as Wei's son Wei Created by Chongsha, I sigh that you are an amazing talent and unique in the world. As for your background and what you have encountered, what does it matter? When people in later generations mention it, they will only spurn the cruel injuries of others and pity you. What happened to you, I admire your tenacity in adversity even more, just like your third uncle. This is history, and it is the most tolerant to the victor.”

Wei Chongsha held Mu Ci's hand tightly, weeping and howling until his heart broke, and he was no longer as beautiful as before.

"Why are you crying, you always cry so much." Mu Ci reached out to wipe his tears.

Wei Chongsha was still crying out of breath, these were his real tears, not acting.

The last time he cried like this was when he was seven years old when he finally got a ball and fell into the water.He was sobbing like this... watching the ball sink into the water, he wanted to wait for his omnipotent third uncle to come and help him retrieve it.

But he waited until the third uncle who was covered in bruises and was dying... Then he, who lost his shelter, coaxed him to a strange place with the troupe master, and was...

When he was bleeding profusely and was carried back sideways, his uncle was still unconscious, and the mother who learned the truth had gone mad.

That time was the last time he cried like this, and since then, no matter what happened, he never shed his real tears again.

The ball that sank into the icy water when he was young also became the beginning of his nightmare. He always dreamed that his soul was tied to the ball, wetted by the water, and dragged into the endless icy abyss...

Can't breathe, can't struggle!

To this day, someone, with gentle hands, finally helped him fish out the ball and his soul from the thick mud and entangled algae, and saw the sun again.

what!Wet and dirty!

Unrecognizable!

But so what?Yeah, so what?

There is no need to wash it off, you just need to put the mud and water on the surface of the ball under the sun, wait for the sun to shine, make the surface gradually harden, then carefully paint it with color, and after the calcination of the fire... it It will become a hard porcelain ball, covered with astonishingly beautiful patterns, and become a work of art that has been handed down for thousands of years and is a priceless treasure.

Just like Mu Ci, he has already become a priceless treasure with his strength and wisdom!

I love you!

Prince, it's no longer related to lingering love, it's just... I love you!

I am so, so in love with you!