I am neither beautiful nor crazy

No one knew exactly what the emperor and Jiang Yu said that day, but two oral decrees were passed out.

First, the retrial of Ruoyang's case 17 years ago was mainly in charge of the crown prince and Xia Zhixing.

Second, if His Majesty dies, the Crown Prince will ascend the throne.

When Jiang Yu left the emperor's bedroom, it was already past the ugly hour, and the cold crescent moon hanging high was about to disappear, leaving only the dawn of dawn in the sky.

The first snow fell in Beijing.

Falling on the empty first floor on the ground, you can still glimpse the gorgeous vermilion of the palace wall between the gaps of the hexagonal flowers.

The moment Jiang Yu walked out of the warm room, he actually shivered.

The air mixed with clear snow was dry and cold, and it could be said that it rushed into the lungs cruelly and rudely, causing the whole chest to ache.

There was also some sourness for no reason.

Jiang Yu, on the other hand, took a sharp breath like masochistic, raised his eyes to look at the dark palace road, and then froze for a moment.

There is someone ahead.

waiting for him.

The man stood silently, as if he hadn't moved for a long time.His eyes were full of fluorescent white snow, and his black clothes were eye-catching at first glance.

If you get closer and look carefully, there is a faint layer of frost on the shoulders.

Jiang Yu walked towards him silently, and he deliberately walked very slowly for a short distance.

When his mind was in a mess, he had to separate his mind to think about the purpose of Xiao Xiangling's coming.

He wanted to ask about the situation of the emperor, the information about the prince, or the progress of Ruoyang's case... After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know which question was worth his time in this snowy night.

Seeing Jiang Yu coming out, Xiao Xiangling took a few steps forward to meet him.

He held a snow-white fur coat in his hand, shook off the snow that was flying around the neckline, and raised his hand to put it on Jiang Yu's body.

It wasn't until he took a step that Jiang Yu noticed that there were already a pair of not shallow footprints where he was standing just now.

The moment the warmth came from the fur coat, Jiang Yu was still slightly stunned, and didn't even have time to say "thank you".

Although after not returning to the mountain together, the relationship between the two has obviously eased a lot.But on the bright side, it doesn't mean that they appreciate each other and make friends with each other, and it doesn't mean that they will stand together and share a common hatred.

Sending fur clothes in the snow is not appropriate after all.

Jiang Yu casually glanced at the snow on the opponent's shoulder, suppressed his doubts, and asked lightly, "How long will you wait?"

"Not long." The other party said in a low voice.

"In the future, Gu Yuan will be able to do these things. Why should General Lao Xiao be there?" Jiang Yu seemed to be concerned, but in fact he was probing.

Xiao Xiangling turned his head and looked over.

Jiang Yu's body was so white that it almost blended into the wind and snow, except for her long, black hair.There was a little tide on the eyelashes, but the eyes were still reserved and deep without revealing sorrow or joy.

Xiao Xiangling glanced away, "Gu Yuan is decocting medicine for you. Your injuries are still not healed. It's cold, and someone always needs to bring clothes."

He said it casually, and smiled as if thinking of something, "Besides, as a 'Prince Accompanying Reader', there is nothing wrong with giving me a piece of clothing."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu had a slight smile in his eyes, but was melted away by the wind and snow in an instant.

There was still light in the Seventh Prince's dormitory, Xiao Xiangling sent the man to his place and just wanted to leave, but he didn't want to be caught by a corner of the fur coat suddenly.

Jiang Yu withdrew his hands with a somewhat unscrupulous smile, and Xiao Xiangling's gaze followed the plain white fingertips until they were hidden under the same white fur coat and could not be seen.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit down?"

According to Jiangyu's habit, there are three stoves in the room, not to mention wearing fur clothes, even wearing unlined clothes will feel hot.

Gu Yuan has long been used to it, and put a bowl of fried medicine on Jiang Yu's bedside.Then he watched Jiang Yu not only did not take off a piece of clothes, but leaned on the bed, covering his body with a quilt.

His Majesty the Seventh Highness - Gu Yuan is very clear about the problem of body cold.He also wanted to put away the clothes for Jiang Yu, but was driven away mercilessly by the other party.

"Go and rest first, I have something to talk to General Xiao about." Jiang Yu said softly.

The volume of Jiang Yu's speech has never been heavy, like fluffy catkins, but it is mixed with innate dignity and majesty, which cannot be ignored.

Gu Yuan stared in bewilderment at the two people who had just returned from the mountain of no return, they pushed open the door and retreated.

As soon as Gu Yuan left, Jiang Yu put the bowl of medicine on the wooden cabinet beside the bed, with a look of disgust.

"General Xiao, the past few days I've thought about the legend of the statue that the girl told me on the Mountain of No Return, and the more I think about it, the more I think it's wrong."

Xiao Xiangling raised his eyes suddenly.

Jiang Yu still had a somewhat lazy smile, "A few days ago, I saw a record about the Mountain of No Return in the picture book that Gu Yuan brought, which was similar to what the girl said--Hundred ghosts come out, The sorcerer burns it with fire."

Xiao Xiangling remained silent, waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

"But there is actually a sentence recorded in that volume." Jiang Yu said while staring at Xiao Xiangling's expression, "Warlock Burning, but there is one omission...he was rescued by someone."

Xiao Xiangling moved her fingers lightly, but she just raised her eyes and asked, "So?"

"So... I sent someone to check on you." Jiang Yu didn't show embarrassment at all, and said this very calmly, "Northern Xinjiang household registration is scarce, and no one related to you has been found. But there are people who don't return to the mountain. , what a coincidence, 300 years ago."

Xiao Xiangling's fingers in the dark clenched into fists, but he remained silent on the surface.

"In terms of time, it also overlaps with the legend about not returning to the mountain. And General Xiao seems to be very interested in the jade on my neck, so I took the liberty to ask, does the general know if there is any relationship between this?"

When Xiao Xiangling was investigated, the message Xia Zhixing brought back was: 300 years ago, there was a person with the same name and surname in northern Xinjiang.

At this time, Jiangyu did not mention northern Xinjiang, but said that he would not return to the mountain. He was calm on the surface, but in fact there were deceitful schemes.

He just thought that maybe Xiao Xiangling could know something deeper, about the piece of jade he was carrying, about the nightmare that haunted him for many years.

But I didn't think about it further, nor did I have much hope for it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiangling turned his head very seriously, with a very focused expression.

"I do know something."

300 years ago, no return to the mountains.

The drought has been going on for a long time, crops are not harvested, people are dying, the gate of ghosts is wide open, and ghosts are walking at night.

Warlocks use methods to catch ghosts, but in this way, the weather will be smooth and the residents will be peaceful.

So at that time, the residents of the whole mountain did nothing all day long, just shining the light on the method taught by the warlock to catch ghosts.

Along with the ghost, there is also a handsome fortune teller who pushes a small boxcar in the noisy market all day long, rushing to tell people's birthdays.But he doesn't need money, and he doesn't get annoyed when he is accused of being a liar. He always has a casual and relaxed smile on his face.

So everyone knows: there is an extremely beautiful young master from the mountain of no return, but unfortunately, he has some problems in his mind and is not very bright.

There was only a ragged child who followed him all day long, seldom spoke, and was as quiet as a mute.

But he doesn't have the good temper of this good-looking young man, if anyone speaks ill of him secretly, he will definitely stare back at him.The dark eyes are always a bit cruel, like a leopard that has just come out of its cage.

Probably in this world, only that good-tempered young man can bear him.

Later the sorcerer captured the little leopard, and people said, "No wonder it's so fierce. It turned out to be a grieving ghost. I've already seen that it's not a good thing."

The sorcerer tied the ghosts to wooden stakes with enchanted ropes, lit a fire, and muttered words.

Only the pure fire can deal with ghosts. It can not only burn their bodies to death, but also destroy their souls, so that they cannot be reborn forever.

That day, the mountains were full of flames, and wailing was everywhere.

It's just that things don't go well.

In the middle of the fire, the fire suddenly stopped without warning.

Only the body of the most yang can ignite this holy fire, and only the body of the most yin can extinguish it, and the fire that spread across the mountains and plains subsides instantly, and those who come will have boundless magic power, like enemies but not friends.

The crowd raised their weapons and stared nervously behind the flames.

Until the gray smoke in the sky gradually dissipated, a slightly pale face and a long blue-gray dress were revealed.

"Isn't this... the fortune teller, the one with a not so bright mind?"

"Isn't he the one who put out the fire? Could it be that he really has some skills?"

There was commotion in the crowd.

He opened his mouth.

There was no smile on the usually kind face, and there was a bit of sternness at the end of the uncurved eyes, and even suppressed anger.

Everyone has never seen such a river island.

"Bewitching words to confuse people and killing innocent people indiscriminately, why?" He asked, his tone was cold, without the slightest humility in the past.

"It's this group of ghosts that made the Lord of Heaven not want to rain, and we are almost starving to death!" the crowd shouted.

"What's the connection?" Jiang Yu sneered, "Praying for rain has its own way of praying for rain, and descending ghosts has its own way of descending ghosts. Besides, not all ghosts are malicious, but if they have no hatred, they must be burned and humiliated. What does this mean?"

The warlock remained silent, and no one in the crowd spoke.

Later, all the ghosts were released and returned to the place where they should go, but the young man who seemed to be out of his mind on weekdays just pinched his fingers and made a decision, and suddenly there was a drizzle of rain all over the sky.

People kowtowed and knelt down to thank them, without asking where the ghosts went.

Hundreds of ghosts returned to their positions, but only one did not return.

He watched everyone ecstatic, watching the rain seep into the ground, nourishing the dry and dead seedlings.

Looking at the light rain all over the sky, the man's slightly frowned eyebrows, white lips, and pinched fingers, the white clothes blowing in the wind are better than the snow, better than all the passing prosperity in this world.

It's the wind.

It's also exciting.

The snow fell silently outside the window, and the room was extremely silent. The fire seemed to be afraid of disturbing this rare peace, and even the crackling sound was suppressed to an extremely low level.

After Xiao Xiangling finished speaking, Jiang Yu didn't respond for a long time.

He was thinking about the authenticity of the information in Xiao Xiangling's story, and how well this legend fit with his dream.

Too bad I couldn't get in touch.

After a long time, Jiang Yu stretched his numb limbs, and the joints at his knees made a crisp sound as he moved.

Xiao Xiangling glanced at the cold medicine that Jiang Yu had placed on the bedside.

"I'll warm it up for you again." He got up.

"No need." Jiang Yu frowned helplessly, picked up the bowl of medicine, but was still reluctant to drink it into his mouth.

His eyes wandered between the medicine bowl and Xiao Xiangling for a long time, and finally he pinched his nose, frowned and poured the medicine in one gulp.

After that, apart from coughing twice, there was no more reaction.

"General Xiao, in the cave, I remember you said that when you met your old friend in the Mountain of No Return, you suffered severe burns."

Jiang Yu wiped away the water marks from the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "The ghost in this story, could it be you?"