Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

Night, moon, circle.

The man floated away holding an oil-paper umbrella.Wet white clothes, handsome posture

The back is firm.

Without mud.

He said a lonely sentence under the oil-paper umbrella, "Zhao Yifeng, Jiang Yushu has no home."

——Sorrowful, mournful.

After guarding for so long, in the end, it is still gone.

At that time, he always wanted to ask him, "Have you ever hated?"

The words came to his lips and were unable to swallow.

That scene has always been in his mind, like poison, like a curse, and like a gu.

It haunts him, and I can't forget it. His lonely back and that stern sentence are always in my mind.

He should hate it, right?

Otherwise, why can't you even do bosom friend.

He should hate him for the draft, and hate him for getting involved.

The man smirked, thinking so.

Suddenly there was a scene in my mind, a large area of ​​red meandered, one after another, like the coquettishness of the other shore flower.

The elegant silhouette of the white-clothed man suddenly became menacing, "Zhao Yifeng, it was you who harmed the Jiang family, and you should pay for it."

"Qingyu, no, this hall never thought it would be like this." He took two steps back, in disbelief.

Resentful, chilling, murderous look flashed in the elegant man's eyes, he stabbed fiercely with his sword, and his moves were fierce.

He'd never seen him like this.

——Murderous aura, hostile aura, evil aura, blended concurrently.

"Qingyu!"

"Zhao Yifeng, look at the sword! You ruined the Jiang family, if it wasn't for you, why would the Jiang family be here today?"

Zhao Yifeng tried his best to avoid his sharp moves, "Qingyu, this palace did not expect this."

"Really? You and I are pawns, but I, Jiang Yushu, don't want to be calculated, and even lose the thing I care about the most. It's you!"

The sword scratched the ground, making slight noises.

The boy stepped back and restrained his moves.

"Qingyu, stop!"

"Don't think about it!!"

The moves are ruthless, without emotion, approaching him bit by bit.

His long eyelashes slowly became clear in his eyes.

But suddenly,

pain!

Excruciating pain!

He only felt a chill in his chest, and the pain spread like water.

Chest, a sword.On the other end of the sword was his slender, well-articulated hand.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, his palm was cut, and the blood dripped down in a winding path.

The man smiled miserably, "Qingyu, if I can die at your hands, I will give the Jiang family justice. This hall is worthy."

The elegant man sneered, "This is what you owe the Jiang family, and it's also what you owe Jiang."

The sword penetrated three inches into the chest.

The red blood spread on the ground, and the bright red Bana flowers were in pieces.

Red and fire.The color of life blooming.

The man smiled slightly, dispelling the coldness and hostility.

"Qingyu, how lucky is it to die under your sword?"

The man smiled, his teeth white.

Looking up to the sky and laughing loudly, one sound, one burst, ethereal and clear, ghostly and cold.

But suddenly, laughter came.

The man's eyes were slightly red, and he said coldly: "Jiang Yushu will help you!"

"Chi!"

The sword pierced through the body, sticking blood threads.

Reflecting the moonlight, the forest is cold and miserable.

He held the blade of the 'Phoenix Sword' tightly in his hand, pushing it little by little until the hilt reached his chest.Seeing his face up close, his outline is not what it was before.

"Qingyu, do you really hate me that much?"

The man slowly drew his sword little by little, and then stopped, "Jiang hates you, and also hates himself. I hate the fact that I can't change it."

Resentful words, unwilling expression.Floating in the air at night.

But he suddenly pulled out the "Phoenix Tail Sword" forcefully, the blood spattered three feet, staining the sky red.

The man clutched his chest, the sprayed blood melted into the black robe.

"Qingyu, look. The main hall has been returned." There was a trace of red at the corner of his mouth, and he tried his best to hold back the suffocating blood in his chest.Dingding looked at the person in front of him, "Qingyu, do you still hate me?"

The body is like a dead leaf, swaying and falling, icy cold.But suddenly, the warmth is lightly overlaid, and the cold fragrance floats.

He only felt that he was falling into a warm chest, and the warm voice was repeated in his ears.

"Zhao Yifeng, you can't die. If you dare to die, I will definitely destroy the sky. Lives are burned, the flames of war are smoked, and blood flows like rivers. Let you and the whole world accompany the Jiang family."

He smiled, wryly.

The sword was stained with blood, lying alone on the ground.

I was tired, my eyes were strained, and the heaviness came slowly.

"Zhao Yifeng, Zhao Yifeng..." The voice was vaguely heard.

The last gleam of light in his eyes caught the graceful arc of a man in white holding a sword towards his neck.

In an instant, the blood flowed on the white clothes and faded away.Like red plums in snow.

He could only hear him murmuring, "Zhao Yifeng, Jiang Yushu is so lonely without you."

Qingya smiled and fell down lightly.

"No!!! Qingyu..."

He sat up abruptly, dripping with cold sweat.

Flying into the eyes, the tent gauze, the jade pen and the vermilion painting, and the sandalwood are curling up.

"Your Majesty, you are awake. Are you having a nightmare again?"

The man remained silent, looking down at the empty bed.

His side without him.

"yes……"

The exhausted voice seemed like the picture in a dream was still in front of my eyes.That is his pure jade!

On the table, "Jade Calligraphy Transcripts" is draped with that branch of cherry blossoms.

The words are clear and the Mo Feng is vigorous.

——Cherry blossoms sent by the post, fish pass the ruler, high mountains and flowing water, may you be safe.

"Qingyu..." murmured.

Pick up Scarlet and turn the page.The past is vivid.

Only now did he know that he hated himself at that time.

Poor, young and frivolous, what is love?All I know is that when we fall in love, we want to be together.

But I don't know, the price is too high.

"Your Majesty, the prime minister is here." The palace man reported back in due course.

"Ah."

Shen Shen's voice, as everyone knows, this voice is only a little different from that man.

"His Majesty."

He collected his expression and looked at the person in front of him fixedly, "Prime Minister, do you think I was wrong at the beginning?"

"What's wrong with His Majesty? The young master understands."

"If it wasn't for my obsession at that time, Qingyu might not be alone. It's been more than a year, and I didn't see him until more than a year later. But I don't know if he hates him?"

The prime minister comforted: "Your Majesty, the matter of feelings cannot be done by human beings."

Zhao Yifeng smiled slightly, "That's right, it can't be done by humans!"

"He is the only one who can understand me in this world, and he is the only one."

The prime minister stared at the man in front of him, handsome and tall with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

But at this time, helpless like a child.

"Your Majesty, you are busy with national affairs, so rest early."

"No, I'll go to the tower for a walk."

On the city tower, the wind is blowing.

The Xuanyi flapped, making loud noises.

The banners waved and the faces swaggered.

There are thousands of lights in the distance, and the sadness in the near.

On the tower, there is only a lonely him, on the huge tower, he is alone.

The moonlight seems to be training, cold and bright.

In a trance, he seemed to see a figure dressed in white walking slowly towards him.

"Qingyu..."

He reached out, grabbed, trying to leave something behind.Grasp it firmly, tightly, with all your strength.

But there was nothing, "Qingyu, come back. Zhao Yifeng is here."

The only response to him was the air, and the whistling wind seemed to be mocking him.

I saw him in the mist, the brows were cherry red, and the white clothes were elegant.

A lonely voice rang in my ears: Zhao Yifeng, Jiang Yushu has no home.

My thoughts burst in an instant, and I went back to that year.

***

four years

Since Jiang Yushu left, Zhao Yifeng asked for an order to go to the western region to practice on the battlefield and avoid fighting.

This year, there is no shadow of Jiang Yushu in the world, but there are legends about him.

Master Qingyu's jade flute is moving, and a song with a clear tone makes all the flowers feel ashamed.It is known as "the master of jade flute".All the banquets of the royal family and nobles came to add to the fun.

It is also said that Qingyu's son, Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, has dabbled in poetry and tea.

Some people even said that Mr. Qingyu has rejuvenated his hands and has excellent medical skills.

Others said that Mr. Qingyu was familiar with the art of war and the organs of the five elements.

There are different opinions, only hear everything about Jiang Yushu, but never see anyone.All of a sudden, he became famous.There is an endless stream of people who want to witness Fanghua with their own eyes.

Jiang Yushu has nothing to do with the royal family anymore. He is an elegant man, alone, and now he has a great reputation. Of course, women from all walks of life will not miss this opportunity.As long as there are banquets from aristocratic families, they will all dress up and go out, looking forward to seeing the elegant demeanor.

What?Legends are just legends.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.

March of the Sixth Year of the Tianqing Calendar

It has been a year and a half since Jiang Yushu left Imperial Power.

This year, Jiang Yushu heard various legends about himself every day, and he smiled when he heard about it.

Gone in a blink of an eye, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

"My lord, I heard that there is a hydrangea ball thrown in the imperial city to invite relatives, my lord, shall we go and see?" Xie Yiya's joyful and eager voice came.

"Isn't it good to be here? There are too many people, so stay here." The man responded lightly.

"My lord, we've all lived in this deep mountain for more than a year. If we don't go down the mountain, we'll be bored. Just come with me, lord."

Jiang Yushu sat quietly, holding a cup of tea, and said calmly, "I don't want to go."

There are too many memories of him in the imperial city, painful, helpless, and unbearable.

He doesn't want to go back, the mountains are at ease, secluded from the world, without the noise of the world, how can he relax?

"Young master, I'll just go once. You haven't gone down the mountain for a long time. Just once, go and have a look." Xie Yiya opened his eyes wide, pleading pitifully.

Jiang Yushu touched Yuxiao, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Then I'll clean it up, son, wait for me for a while."

Hearing his excited voice, Jiang Yushu couldn't help but smile.

Xie Yiya is an orphan taken in by Jiang Yushu. He is still childish and has a childlike temperament.When Chun Nong came of age, Jiang Yushu decided on his own, pointing out the marriage.

This year, with Xie Yiya whispering in his ears, he was not so lonely.The two of them lived in seclusion in the mountains, but they lived comfortably. Jiang Yushu himself was fine, but he couldn't stop the children's love for excitement.Xie Yiya babbled for a long time, but this time Jiang Yushu agreed, he was very excited.

"My lord, it's packed. Let's go!" After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Yu Xiao, and led Jiang Yushu down the mountain.

"Yi Ya, once you enter the city, don't wander around."

Xie Yiya looked at the person in front of him, three petals of cherry blossoms were red between his eyebrows, his eyebrows were long and distant, his face was clear and fair, and he was so handsome that it was only shocking if he was gorgeous.But those eyes lost their clear light and were dull and lifeless.

He is blind!can not see.

Xie Yiya shook his head, not thinking about what Jiang Yushu was missing.

"Young Master, Yi Ya knows. Young Master hold the jade flute, let's go down the mountain."

He only felt that the child at the other end of the jade flute was walking carefully, taking every step firmly, for fear of stumbling.

I only heard Xie Yiya's voice back and forth in the vast and deep mountains.

"My lord, there are weeds ahead."

"Young master, there is a boulder at your left foot."

"My lord, there is a locust tree at the bottom of the right hand."

……

Xie Yiya gave instructions all the way, and Jiang Yushu listened all the way with a smile.It is also very lively to have this child around.

"Yi Ya, remember, don't run around." He reminded gently.

"Yi Ya knows, don't worry, my lord." Xie Yiya responded sweetly.

But Jiang Yushu couldn't see the smug and cunning light in the child's eyes, which disappeared in an instant with a sweet smile.