Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

April, Qingming.

Drepung Monastery

The apricot blossoms are just blooming, and the cherry red has not faded.

The fragrance and mist curl up, enshrouding the past.

At that time, he and he came to worship the ancestors for the founding of the mansion.

Now, he is the only one who comes again.

Things are, but people are not.

The man squinted at the fragrant mist in front of the case, and fell into deep thought.

Abbot Liaoyuan saw the bright man squinting his eyes and meditating, smiled and shook his head.

The man was surprised when the fragrance entered his eyes.

Liao Yuan said kindly, "Benefactor, since you are here, let's burn incense sticks."

The man stared at the abbot in front of him for a moment, finally took the incense and bowed three times.

Liao Yuan took the sandalwood and said with a smile: "Benefactor, I see that you are frowning tightly, you have something to worry about."

His eyes tightened, and he went straight into it.

The man turned his head for a moment, with a chilling breath, "Did the abbot ask too many questions?"

Liao Yuan shook his head and smiled, "The benefactor, the world of mortals is troubled. Why don't you take refuge and get rid of the fate of the world, and be free and easy."

The man's black clothes were like ink, his sword eyebrows frowned, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm not interested in Buddhism, master should stop persuading me."

"Young man, why bother to fall into ten feet of soft red. All living beings are a sea of ​​suffering."

The man stood upright and looked at the Buddha, "The Buddha is too lonely, I don't like being lonely."

Knowing that he had nothing to say, he turned the prayer beads in his hand.

The two were silent.

But suddenly, a burst of unvoiced sounds entered the ears, the lingering sound lingered, and the birds flew agilely.

Zhao Yifeng was surprised, "Who is playing the flute here?"

Liao Yuan stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Young Master Qingyu."

Qingyu!

He is back.

The man stood there for a moment.

Liao Yuan continued: "Mr. Qing Yu is talented and famous, and he is familiar with the five elements of war. The tea art and flute sound are all first-class. This time, I am going out here to pay respects to the ancestors. The benefactor can introduce it."

Borders closed, news blocked.

He had heard of his fame and thought it was a legend.

Now, everything is true.

He became famous and brilliant.

"Abbot, please lead the way." He restrained his coldness, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Liao Yuan smiled and led the way.

After half a cup of tea.

Walking to a courtyard gate, he stopped at the edge.

"Benefactor, Mr. Qingyu is in the back mountain. The benefactor is of the generation of martial arts, and the young master is a talent of Wentao. You will definitely have a good talk. The old monk will lead the way here, so don't disturb."

Liao Yuan clasped his hands together, bowed and retreated.

Zhao Yifeng nodded in response.

He suppressed trembling, excitement, joy, and the urge to see him.

Step by step to the back of the mountain.

I never knew that the mountain behind Drepung Monastery is a paradise, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

The cherry blossoms all over the mountains and plains, one after another, crimson for ten miles, rolling up and down.

The man looked at the whiteness in the cherry red from a distance.

Under the cherry tree, the young man in white clothes wins the snow, with a jade flute, and the music is sad.Cherry blossoms fluttered and fell on his blue hair, and the skirt of his clothes was lonely and red.

——Intoxicated people's hearts, fascinated by the fleeting years, and confused the crimson.

Zhao Yifeng watched quietly and obsessively behind the banyan tree in the distance.He was like a mortal who broke into a fairyland, afraid that if he didn't check, he would desecrate the white shadow.

Or rather, he had never seen Jiang Yushu like this before.

——Lingling is fragrant, and her white clothes are not dusty.

"Crack." There was a sound of dead branches breaking.

Zhao Yi held his breath and kicked the dead branch.

"Who?" asked a voice.

Zhao Yifeng didn't speak.

Since he dared to leave at that time, he definitely didn't want to see him.

At this time, goodbye, I am afraid there is nothing to say.

"Who? Eavesdropping is not done by a gentleman!"

With a warm voice and cold words, the cold came.

Zhao Yifeng still held his breath, watching from afar, not wanting to take a step closer.

Those ever-existing, throbbing, bone-chilling scenes are swaying in his mind.If he goes out and sees him again, will he hate it?

"Come out! Come out for me." The elegant man seemed to be attacked and became uneasy.

I saw a long blue shadow swaying past, with a strong momentum, pointing directly at the eyes.The man retreated to the back of the banyan tree cleverly, and looked sideways for a moment.The jade flute went straight into the banyan tree three inches.Such a deep force, if it is in the eyes, I am afraid that I will be blind.

Before he could react, the young man's sharp move quickly struck again.

"Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here? If you don't tell me again, don't blame Jiang Yuxiao for being ruthless."

Zhao Yifeng was probably really annoyed when he saw his aggressive moves without emotion.He was about to speak immediately, but his throat seemed to be blocked.Mu Mu could not utter a word.

The young man doesn't want to let it go, he listens to the sound to identify the position, and the style goes straight to the point.Zhao Yifeng tried his best to dodge it, but he still lost to his ruthless Xiao Fa.

The white robe of the man holding Xiao was rolled up, and the jade flute passed by, causing a crimson crimson fragment.Crimson hovered in the air, and the two fought for a long time.Jiang Yushu still didn't let it go, "There is no need for Jiang to be merciful to the villain's behavior." After speaking, he held Xiao, tried his best, turned his hands over, and his clothes were light.The jade flute poured out and struck fiercely.

Zhao Yifeng never expected that he would be so cruel and ruthless in his moves, so he immediately stretched out his right hand to block and avoid it.

The expected pain did not come.

Chest, a pain.

Excruciating pain!

A piece of emerald jade reaches straight to the chest, three inches into the heart.

Zhao Yifeng couldn't believe it, he actually hurt himself.

Without emotion, without leaving room for it.

"Don't you tell me? Who are you? Yushu in Xiajiang, a native of Shanye, I don't want to have any enmity with you. Please let me know."

The jade flute went straight into the heart of the man.The blood "tick" and "tick" fell on the broken cherry blossoms, fueling the enchantment of blood.

The man tried his best and whispered softly, "Qingyu..."

The boy paused, and pulled out the jade flute neatly.With a sneer, "It was the eldest prince Zhao, Jiang did not know that the eldest prince likes to eavesdrop on his back? Jiang must have offended."

"Qingyu..." He called him tremblingly.

"My surname is Jiang and my name is Yushu. The eldest prince still only calls Jiang by a certain name."

The warm voice he spoke was full of alienation.

Zhao Yifeng held his chest with his left hand, and the blood spread bit by bit between his palms.

Jiang Yushu couldn't see that Zhao Yifeng's right hand was weak, and he used his left hand to deal with all the moves.

He didn't know that the man had crippled his right hand for him.

Now, he even ate a jade flute from him.

Zhao Yifeng laughed miserably, "Qingyu, do you hate me?"

The man holding the Xiao stood still, restraining his hostility, "Whether Jiang hates it or not, this jade flute should be returned. You and I have never had a relationship. Jiang doesn't want to have anything to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he stood quietly under Yinghong.Calmly wiping the blood on the jade flute.

Wipe gently, carefully.

Until the jade flute is clear and the blood is gone.

Zhao Yifeng was in pain, but still refused to leave.

Even if the two are relatively silent.

The shadow of his white clothes reminded him of the loneliness he left in the rain that day, and the white jade glass hairpin that was broken on the ground.

The cherry red fades, the glass is shattered, the hosta is destroyed, and the past is the past.

——One thought flies to ashes.

The white-clothed man's sleeves are light, and the jade flute is in his hand.

The long eyelashes sometimes droop and sometimes move slightly.What surprised Zhao Yifeng even more was his eyes.

— dim and lifeless, out of focus.

He is blind!

Surprised, do not believe.

"Qingyu...your eyes..."

The man said coldly, "Is the eldest prince watching Jiang's joke?"

"No, this hall doesn't mean that." He explained.

"Then what does your Highness mean?" He asked coldly.

"This hall is just curious about your eyes..."

The man touched the jade flute lightly and bowed his head for a moment.

red,

fuchsia,

His eyebrows are red!

"Qingyu, your forehead..."

"Huh?" He turned around, and Yu Xiao wanted to pour out again.

Zhao Yifeng endured the pain and looked at his eyebrows again.

Three-petal cherry blossom red embellishment, on fair complexion.

- Coquettish, miserable.

"It's not your Highness's turn to inquire about Jiang." He spoke warmly, but his words were cold.

Zhao Yifeng saw that he had changed a lot.

I used to think that he was amazing and talented, but I didn't want to be a blind person.

The five flavors are mixed, and the heart is like a mess.

Zhao Yifeng couldn't express his feelings, too much happened this year.

It never occurred to him that he was blind.

How about talent?How to see the bustling beauty and the prosperity of the world?

"My lord..." Xie Yiya's voice came.

"Master, it's windy, let's go back. I picked a lot of cherry blossoms and went back to make wine."

Seeing Zhao Yifeng, Xie Yiya stared angrily.Looking at the wound on his chest again, he rolled his eyes.

"Young master, let's go."

"Yi Ya, you are rude. This is the First Prince, you came to see him." He said in a gentle voice.

Xie Yiya didn't like Zhao Yifeng, so he stuck out his tongue and saluted.

Zhao Yifeng ignored him with a gloomy face.

"Qingyu, your eyes..."

The man said calmly, "It's all in the past, Your Highness don't ask any more questions. Yi Ya. Let's go back."

"Yes."

The jade flute comes out and the child holds it.

One white, one black; one standing still, one going away.

Freeze into a beautiful picture of spring flowers in the crimson sky...

At that time, if the two hadn't met each other for many years

If it wasn't for the astonishment that the white clothes win the snow,

perhaps.In the end, they will not be entangled until death, and they will be displaced.

——Let’s not bury a thousand-year-old legend under the cherry blossom tree.