Desire for shadows
Chapter 49 The relationship between father and son
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"Am I already dead?" Duanmu opened his eyes with difficulty, and the place where he entered his eyes was filled with smoke, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
It was like having a dream, and Duanmuxuan felt unreal.
Another dreamlike scene slowly emerged in his mind, where there was a man in a silver robe, with silver hair and cold eyes, where he called him "Father King".However, he clearly knew that that man was not his deceased father, so who was he?
Duanmu's thinking is very chaotic, he is almost confused with reality and illusion.
Duanmu rubbed his temples, put all the chaos behind his head, and stopped thinking about it.
Duanmuxuan slowly propped it up with his hands, Duanmuxiu sat up, looked around, but still didn't know where he was.
There was silence all around, as if he was the only one in the real world.
"Hehe!" Duanmu smiled self-deprecatingly: What does it matter if he is really dead?
"Are you awake?" A familiar voice sounded out of thin air.
A very familiar voice, but who is it?Is it a shadow?Shame?Or—father?
No, it's not Ying'er, Ying'er's voice is soft and coquettish, so it's Shang?That's right, that cold and indifferent voice was Shang, but another voice reminded him that it was his father.
Duanmu's words were swallowed again, he didn't know whether he should be called "Shang" or "Father Wang".
"Why, have nothing to say?" The voice was getting closer and closer, with a hint of imperceptible anger.
"I—" Duanmu opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.
"Have your tongue been bitten by a cat? You are really getting better and better!" The calm voice made people feel overwhelming anger.
"Father!" A barely audible voice came out of Duanmu's mouth, but Duanmu was taken aback by what he said: why, why did he call out?
"Remember?" The voice raised slightly with some doubts.
"No." Duanmuxi replied subconsciously, "I just have some impressions." It seemed that the answer was too concise, so he made some additions.
"Oh?" The owner of the voice finally appeared in front of Duan Muxi.It was Shang, but he was colder and more arrogant than ordinary Shang, and his facial features were much more refined.
"Shang?" Duanmu was completely dumbfounded.But Shang just looked at him and didn't speak any more.
"Am I not dead?" Duanmuxi lowered his head and asked himself in a muffled voice.
"Do you really want to die?" No matter how small the voice was, it was hard to escape Shang's ears.
"No, I just want--think--" Duanmuxi couldn't help feeling weak in front of Shang.
"Think? What are you thinking about?" Shang stood in front of Duanmuxi, condescendingly looking down at Duanmuxi who was sitting on the ground.
"I just want to experience Ying'er's feeling for myself." Duanmuxi felt the inexplicable pressure coming, but he didn't dare to raise his head again, looking at the opening of his clothes.
"And then?" Shang stared closely at the top of Duanmu's head, "After feeling it?" Shang pressed on step by step.
"Then? Then~~~~~~" Duanmuyi himself didn't know what to do after this: then what?Ying'er is dead, I can only do this, what else is there to do?
"Since there is no future, go back to your Qiankun Palace immediately!" Shang suddenly became stern.
Immediately, the smoke filled the air again, Shang lost his figure again, and Duanmu was gradually buried by the smoke, losing consciousness.
After waking up again, Duanmu found that he had reappeared in Qiankun Palace.Surrounded by bright yellow, Duanmu's consciousness gradually returned.
"Father! You are awake." Duanmu Tuo, who had been guarding the Qiankun Palace, was pleasantly surprised to find that Duanmu's eyes had been opened.
"Tuo'er!" Duanmu's voice was a little hoarse due to the long period of coma.
"Father!" Duanmu Tuo helped Duanmuxi up and leaned against the head of the bed, turned around and poured a cup of tea for Duanmuxie to moisten his throat.
"Go down and rest first!" Duanmu swallowed a small mouthful, "I am as quiet as a person."
"The minister will go back there first, and please take care of your father." Duanmu Tuo is still very worried about Duanmu Tuo's health. Although he is concerned, he knows that their relationship is not an ordinary father-son relationship, but more of a relationship between a king and a son. Minister, he cannot exceed the distance.
Duanmu Tuo will support Duanmulu to lie down on the dragon bed again, then walk out of Qiankun Palace softly, and tell the eunuch to take good care of his father, and not let too many people disturb Duanmulu's rest.
After Duanmu Tuo left, Duanmu Tuo lay quietly on the bed alone thinking about the dreamlike scene: Is it a dream?But why is it so real?If it wasn't a dream, why didn't Tuo'er notice my disappearance at all?
Due to excessive blood loss, Duanmu had just woken up, and his physical strength had not yet recovered. At this time, his confused thoughts made him even more dizzy.
Shang - Duanmulu suddenly remembered: Go to Youying Pavilion, go to Youying Pavilion, and you will know whether you are dreaming or not.
Duanmu wanted to do it by himself, but when he propped his hand on the bed, a stabbing pain came from his left hand.Looking at the thickly bandaged wrist, Duanmu smiled wryly: now he is almost a useless person.
Because the left hand could not use too much force, Duanmu had no choice but to support himself with his right hand, but he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.The whole right hand was shaking, but Duanmu still gritted his teeth, trying to struggle to sit up.
"Father!" Duanmu Ze was taken aback by Duanmu's appearance as soon as he entered the inner hall of Qiankun Palace.Hastily walked to Duanmu's bed two steps at a time, and helped Duanmu to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to the Shadow Pavilion!" Duanmu Ze looked at Duanmu Ze firmly even though he was weak.He knew that Duanmu Ze would definitely help him go to the Shadow Pavilion.
"Father!" Duan Muze clearly disagreed, "Father, can't you go when you are in better health?"
"I'm going now!" Duanmuxi insisted.
"Royal Father!!!" Duanmu Ze's stubbornness is no less than that of Duanmu Zhe.
"Based on your current physical condition, you won't be able to reach the Shadow Pavilion at all." Duan Muze stood in front of Duan Mu's bed without any intention of helping.
Duanmuze just looked straight into Duanmuze's eyes, even though he was sitting, he was still imposing.
"Okay, my son will help you!" Duanmuze compromised, and after serving Duanmuzi to get dressed, he used his left hand to prop up Duanmulu's back, continuously conveying internal force, and his right hand held Duanmulu's right hand, just like Duanmulu It's like gently leaning your hand on Duan Muze's body.On the way to Youying Pavilion, you will meet many court ladies, guards and eunuchs. Duanmu is the king of a country, even when he is the weakest, he must maintain the majesty and majesty of a king.
Relying on the internal force conveyed by Duanmu Ze and his own will, Duan Muzhen finally reached the Shadow Pavilion. Due to the internal energy consumption along the way, Duan Mu Ze was obviously a little bit overwhelmed and a bit weak.
"Shang'er!" Duanmuxi was a little out of breath.
The strong light on the enchantment flashed past, and Duanmu and Duanmu Ze couldn't help closing their eyes because of the strong light. When they opened it again, they were already in the Shadow Pavilion. The difference was that Duanmu was in the wing room where he had been lying Inside, to be precise, on the bed in the wing room.But Duanmuze was on the imperial concubine chair in the gazebo in the courtyard.
Both of them were in a daze, and some didn't understand why they suddenly appeared here from outside the Youying Pavilion, but they quickly felt relieved when they thought of Shang.Shang's ability is beyond the reach of the two of them. For Shang, they believe that all unreasonable things will be normal.
At this moment, Shang appeared out of thin air in the midair of the room, suspended, and then slowly descended until his feet touched the ground.
"Shang'er!" A weak but pleasant voice sounded.
"You're here to prove it." The affirmative tone without the slightest doubt.
"Yes, I want to know if everything before is an illusion." Duanmuxi was persistent in not figuring it out.
"Everything is true." Shang gave the answer happily.
"Then - what is our relationship?" This is what Duanmuxi wants to know the most.
"Father and son." Simple but vague answer.Who is the father?Who is the Son? "I was your father in the last life, but you are my father in this life." Duan Mulu was clearly dissatisfied with this answer, Shang rarely added.
But Duanmu became more and more confused the more he listened.
"What do you want to do? The king of a country? Or the son of this palace?" Shang asked back, with a kind of complete tolerance, which was a gesture and tone of an elder.So everything lies in Duanmu's own choice, and Shang will not force Duanmu and the others to do what they are not willing to do.Even when they fell in love with mortals and wanted to become mortals, they agreed.
"I - I - I want to be the king of a country." Duanmuxuan finally chose the dragon chair after he said the words several times.
"Okay, then remember, you are the Ninth Five-Year Supreme of the Duanmu Dynasty." Shang finished his sentence, but added, "But I am not just your son."
"Yes!" Duanmuxi still couldn't show the aura of a monarch in front of Shang, just like a child obediently listening to his father's lectures. .
"Did you save me?" Duanmuxi remembered that he had cut his wrists outside the Youying Pavilion, but woke up in an illusion, and intuitively thought that it was Shang who rescued him.
"Yes, is there a problem?" Shang is no longer the coldness of the past, and has more affection for Duanmu.
"Why, why did you save me? To Ying'er—" Duanmu didn't understand why he called himself Ying'er's last life, and he still saved himself when he knew that he had hurt Ying'er. Forgive me, don't you?"
"Since you know what you did to Ying, why don't you take practical actions to win Bengong's forgiveness? Do you think that just talking about it can erase all the stupid things you did before?" Shang was a little angry: Why did this guy do some stupid things after he became a mortal, first he used himself as a blood bank, and when he regretted it, he slashed himself, how could he have such a stupid son.
"Am I already dead?" Duanmu opened his eyes with difficulty, and the place where he entered his eyes was filled with smoke, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
It was like having a dream, and Duanmuxuan felt unreal.
Another dreamlike scene slowly emerged in his mind, where there was a man in a silver robe, with silver hair and cold eyes, where he called him "Father King".However, he clearly knew that that man was not his deceased father, so who was he?
Duanmu's thinking is very chaotic, he is almost confused with reality and illusion.
Duanmu rubbed his temples, put all the chaos behind his head, and stopped thinking about it.
Duanmuxuan slowly propped it up with his hands, Duanmuxiu sat up, looked around, but still didn't know where he was.
There was silence all around, as if he was the only one in the real world.
"Hehe!" Duanmu smiled self-deprecatingly: What does it matter if he is really dead?
"Are you awake?" A familiar voice sounded out of thin air.
A very familiar voice, but who is it?Is it a shadow?Shame?Or—father?
No, it's not Ying'er, Ying'er's voice is soft and coquettish, so it's Shang?That's right, that cold and indifferent voice was Shang, but another voice reminded him that it was his father.
Duanmu's words were swallowed again, he didn't know whether he should be called "Shang" or "Father Wang".
"Why, have nothing to say?" The voice was getting closer and closer, with a hint of imperceptible anger.
"I—" Duanmu opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.
"Have your tongue been bitten by a cat? You are really getting better and better!" The calm voice made people feel overwhelming anger.
"Father!" A barely audible voice came out of Duanmu's mouth, but Duanmu was taken aback by what he said: why, why did he call out?
"Remember?" The voice raised slightly with some doubts.
"No." Duanmuxi replied subconsciously, "I just have some impressions." It seemed that the answer was too concise, so he made some additions.
"Oh?" The owner of the voice finally appeared in front of Duan Muxi.It was Shang, but he was colder and more arrogant than ordinary Shang, and his facial features were much more refined.
"Shang?" Duanmu was completely dumbfounded.But Shang just looked at him and didn't speak any more.
"Am I not dead?" Duanmuxi lowered his head and asked himself in a muffled voice.
"Do you really want to die?" No matter how small the voice was, it was hard to escape Shang's ears.
"No, I just want--think--" Duanmuxi couldn't help feeling weak in front of Shang.
"Think? What are you thinking about?" Shang stood in front of Duanmuxi, condescendingly looking down at Duanmuxi who was sitting on the ground.
"I just want to experience Ying'er's feeling for myself." Duanmuxi felt the inexplicable pressure coming, but he didn't dare to raise his head again, looking at the opening of his clothes.
"And then?" Shang stared closely at the top of Duanmu's head, "After feeling it?" Shang pressed on step by step.
"Then? Then~~~~~~" Duanmuyi himself didn't know what to do after this: then what?Ying'er is dead, I can only do this, what else is there to do?
"Since there is no future, go back to your Qiankun Palace immediately!" Shang suddenly became stern.
Immediately, the smoke filled the air again, Shang lost his figure again, and Duanmu was gradually buried by the smoke, losing consciousness.
After waking up again, Duanmu found that he had reappeared in Qiankun Palace.Surrounded by bright yellow, Duanmu's consciousness gradually returned.
"Father! You are awake." Duanmu Tuo, who had been guarding the Qiankun Palace, was pleasantly surprised to find that Duanmu's eyes had been opened.
"Tuo'er!" Duanmu's voice was a little hoarse due to the long period of coma.
"Father!" Duanmu Tuo helped Duanmuxi up and leaned against the head of the bed, turned around and poured a cup of tea for Duanmuxie to moisten his throat.
"Go down and rest first!" Duanmu swallowed a small mouthful, "I am as quiet as a person."
"The minister will go back there first, and please take care of your father." Duanmu Tuo is still very worried about Duanmu Tuo's health. Although he is concerned, he knows that their relationship is not an ordinary father-son relationship, but more of a relationship between a king and a son. Minister, he cannot exceed the distance.
Duanmu Tuo will support Duanmulu to lie down on the dragon bed again, then walk out of Qiankun Palace softly, and tell the eunuch to take good care of his father, and not let too many people disturb Duanmulu's rest.
After Duanmu Tuo left, Duanmu Tuo lay quietly on the bed alone thinking about the dreamlike scene: Is it a dream?But why is it so real?If it wasn't a dream, why didn't Tuo'er notice my disappearance at all?
Due to excessive blood loss, Duanmu had just woken up, and his physical strength had not yet recovered. At this time, his confused thoughts made him even more dizzy.
Shang - Duanmulu suddenly remembered: Go to Youying Pavilion, go to Youying Pavilion, and you will know whether you are dreaming or not.
Duanmu wanted to do it by himself, but when he propped his hand on the bed, a stabbing pain came from his left hand.Looking at the thickly bandaged wrist, Duanmu smiled wryly: now he is almost a useless person.
Because the left hand could not use too much force, Duanmu had no choice but to support himself with his right hand, but he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.The whole right hand was shaking, but Duanmu still gritted his teeth, trying to struggle to sit up.
"Father!" Duanmu Ze was taken aback by Duanmu's appearance as soon as he entered the inner hall of Qiankun Palace.Hastily walked to Duanmu's bed two steps at a time, and helped Duanmu to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to the Shadow Pavilion!" Duanmu Ze looked at Duanmu Ze firmly even though he was weak.He knew that Duanmu Ze would definitely help him go to the Shadow Pavilion.
"Father!" Duan Muze clearly disagreed, "Father, can't you go when you are in better health?"
"I'm going now!" Duanmuxi insisted.
"Royal Father!!!" Duanmu Ze's stubbornness is no less than that of Duanmu Zhe.
"Based on your current physical condition, you won't be able to reach the Shadow Pavilion at all." Duan Muze stood in front of Duan Mu's bed without any intention of helping.
Duanmuze just looked straight into Duanmuze's eyes, even though he was sitting, he was still imposing.
"Okay, my son will help you!" Duanmuze compromised, and after serving Duanmuzi to get dressed, he used his left hand to prop up Duanmulu's back, continuously conveying internal force, and his right hand held Duanmulu's right hand, just like Duanmulu It's like gently leaning your hand on Duan Muze's body.On the way to Youying Pavilion, you will meet many court ladies, guards and eunuchs. Duanmu is the king of a country, even when he is the weakest, he must maintain the majesty and majesty of a king.
Relying on the internal force conveyed by Duanmu Ze and his own will, Duan Muzhen finally reached the Shadow Pavilion. Due to the internal energy consumption along the way, Duan Mu Ze was obviously a little bit overwhelmed and a bit weak.
"Shang'er!" Duanmuxi was a little out of breath.
The strong light on the enchantment flashed past, and Duanmu and Duanmu Ze couldn't help closing their eyes because of the strong light. When they opened it again, they were already in the Shadow Pavilion. The difference was that Duanmu was in the wing room where he had been lying Inside, to be precise, on the bed in the wing room.But Duanmuze was on the imperial concubine chair in the gazebo in the courtyard.
Both of them were in a daze, and some didn't understand why they suddenly appeared here from outside the Youying Pavilion, but they quickly felt relieved when they thought of Shang.Shang's ability is beyond the reach of the two of them. For Shang, they believe that all unreasonable things will be normal.
At this moment, Shang appeared out of thin air in the midair of the room, suspended, and then slowly descended until his feet touched the ground.
"Shang'er!" A weak but pleasant voice sounded.
"You're here to prove it." The affirmative tone without the slightest doubt.
"Yes, I want to know if everything before is an illusion." Duanmuxi was persistent in not figuring it out.
"Everything is true." Shang gave the answer happily.
"Then - what is our relationship?" This is what Duanmuxi wants to know the most.
"Father and son." Simple but vague answer.Who is the father?Who is the Son? "I was your father in the last life, but you are my father in this life." Duan Mulu was clearly dissatisfied with this answer, Shang rarely added.
But Duanmu became more and more confused the more he listened.
"What do you want to do? The king of a country? Or the son of this palace?" Shang asked back, with a kind of complete tolerance, which was a gesture and tone of an elder.So everything lies in Duanmu's own choice, and Shang will not force Duanmu and the others to do what they are not willing to do.Even when they fell in love with mortals and wanted to become mortals, they agreed.
"I - I - I want to be the king of a country." Duanmuxuan finally chose the dragon chair after he said the words several times.
"Okay, then remember, you are the Ninth Five-Year Supreme of the Duanmu Dynasty." Shang finished his sentence, but added, "But I am not just your son."
"Yes!" Duanmuxi still couldn't show the aura of a monarch in front of Shang, just like a child obediently listening to his father's lectures. .
"Did you save me?" Duanmuxi remembered that he had cut his wrists outside the Youying Pavilion, but woke up in an illusion, and intuitively thought that it was Shang who rescued him.
"Yes, is there a problem?" Shang is no longer the coldness of the past, and has more affection for Duanmu.
"Why, why did you save me? To Ying'er—" Duanmu didn't understand why he called himself Ying'er's last life, and he still saved himself when he knew that he had hurt Ying'er. Forgive me, don't you?"
"Since you know what you did to Ying, why don't you take practical actions to win Bengong's forgiveness? Do you think that just talking about it can erase all the stupid things you did before?" Shang was a little angry: Why did this guy do some stupid things after he became a mortal, first he used himself as a blood bank, and when he regretted it, he slashed himself, how could he have such a stupid son.
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