The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

Jiang Chaoyun hasn't talked to Lin Yuerong for a while, it's not that he doesn't want to talk, but Lin Yuerong ignores him.

If it wasn't for Lin Yuerong's insistence on coming out with him, Jiang Chaoyun would have thought she was extremely disappointed in him and would not want him.

They should not bring many people with them on this trip, so they only brought Bi Xin and a nursing home.

The place where Jiang Chaoyun is now is a village called Tuozi Village. The folk customs of this village are relatively simple and not very xenophobic. After all, their village was originally refugees who fled from the north, and they gathered together to open up wasteland. - a village.

This village has all kinds of surnames, and there are many ancestors who were famous and wealthy in the past, so this village is considered to be rich, with more rich people, Jiang Chaoyun, the pedestrian's attire, is not conspicuous.

Nuyuan and Lizheng explained the situation, rented a house from him, and came to settle Jiang Chaoyun's luggage and so on.

It's not the first time for Jiang Chaoyun to come to such a remote mountain village. When he was a child, he was occasionally taken to the village by Lin Yuerong to escape the summer heat, so he is quite familiar with some things in the village.

Lin Yuerong's face was always gloomy and unhappy, Jiang Chaoyun didn't even smile when she saw Jiang Chaoyun, Jiang Chaoyun was careful with her, and went outside to pick a cluster of wild flowers to send her.

Lin Yuerong looked a little better when she saw the flowers, "You can pick these wild flowers randomly, if there are insects crawling on you and biting you, it's up to you what to do."

Jiang Chaoyun—listen, and looked carefully—and sure enough, he saw black bugs walking through the small yellow and purple flowers. He was a little embarrassed, "I don't know, I just think it's pretty, and I want to show my mother."

Lin Yuerong said: "Since you picked it back, you can plug it in and wash your hands."

Jiang Chaoyun heard the looseness in her tone, and quickly found a vase to put the flowers in, and sprayed some water into the flower clusters to make them more delicate.

It is not very convenient to wash hands in the village, but fortunately, there is a well outside the house rented by the nursing home, so it is very convenient to get water, so Jiang Chaoyun didn't complain.

After washing his hands, Jiang Chaoyun dried them with a handkerchief, sat down obediently beside Lin Yuerong, and called, "Mother."

Lin Yuerong glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Jiang Chaoyun stretched out his hand, carefully tugged at her sleeve, and whispered: "Mother, don't be angry, okay?"

Lin Yuerong said: "Mother won't be angry if you break up with the third prince."

Jiang Chaoyun paused, and after a while, said: "I told him, he won't marry me."

Lin Yuerong took a deep breath, and her voice softened, "Yun'er, the most ruthless emperor's family, if, I said if, he becomes the emperor, you marry him, he is willing to make you a queen - this is of course supreme However, he has a high status, and it is impossible for you to be the only one in the future, and he will accept more concubines to give birth to an heir for him, so what will you become by then?"

"A woman and a man marry each other because of love, and there may not be good results. Like your mother and I, we also loved your father at the beginning, and your father... At the beginning, he also swore to me forever and never changed until death, but the result?"

There was sadness in Lin Yuerong's eyes, "You have a pure personality. As a man, you shouldn't make the girl's family sad, but if you marry a man as a wife as a man, if he betrays you, you will have no way out."

"If you were like this, I might as well have had a daughter in the first place. Anyway, you like that surnamed Han. If you can bear a son and a half for him, at least you won't suffer too much, and you won't be too miserable when you get old."

"Men in this world like the new and dislike the old after all. If he likes your color, when you are old and the color is no longer there, he will turn around and like other people with a good color. What can you do then?"

Jiang Chaoyun couldn't refute what she said, but if she thought about it carefully, what she said was indeed very reasonable.

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Maybe it's because he subconsciously has this kind of cognition, that's why he dislikes Han Jiangmu talking about marriage so much.

He's not a child either, he's past the age of dreaming, and he doesn't think he can go far with Han Jiangmu, that's why he escaped - plunged into the circle that only talks about love and doesn't want to talk about marriage.

Hearing what Lin Yuerong said now, even if he didn't want to admit it, deep down in his heart, he probably agreed with it to some extent.

In a way, he is also sober.

Going back to my room - the village is too small after all, even though the nursing home has worked hard to find a spacious and big house, but every room is too small, Jiang Chaoyun's current room is only a quarter of the previous one - The size, even the glove box can't fit it.

Jiang Chaoyun took out the pen and paper and began to practice calligraphy. After writing for a while, he felt tired and fell asleep on the table for a while.

This—falling asleep made him dream of Han Jiangmu again.

This was the first time he dreamed of Han Jiangmu not at night.

The Han Jiangmu in the dream has obviously sat on the dragon chair. He is tall, and even because of years of riding and shooting, his figure has become much thicker. Compared with the handsome boy Jiang Chaoyun can see now With a strong masculinity, his facial features are more handsome, and his cold white skin has not changed.

This is Jiang Chaoyun's first dream of Han Jiangmu, Han Jiangmu who has become the emperor, even standing there, there is a kind of cold aura that makes people feel hard to breathe.

Jiang Chaoyun didn't dare to approach him, the initial fear and awe returned to him, making him dare not approach him, only dared to lean on the pillar behind him and watch him secretly.

Han Jiangmu was wearing a black robe at this time, with a jade crown on his head, and his back was as straight as a pine tree. He was standing behind a painter, lowering his head slightly, watching the painter draw.

From Jiang Chaoyun's peeking angle, it is not clear what the artist is painting, but he can see the artist's shaking wrist, which seems to be painting under extreme anxiety and fear.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chaoyun heard Han Jiangmu's voice, "Yanjing No. [-] painter, is this your skill?"

He pronounced words very slowly, and there was a suffocating and frightening silence in his voice, under which there was a danger like a poisonous snake lurking.

The painter's wrist - shaking, the brush - crooked, completely ruined the painting.

Han Jiangmu raised his face and said in a low voice, "Come here, cut off his hand."

Several Golden Armored Guards came over and wanted to drag the painter away, but the painter was dripping with cold sweat and said, "Your Majesty..."

The golden armored guard covered his mouth and dragged him down regardless of his struggle.

Han Jiangmu sat on the painter's chair, seemingly in a daze.

Jiang Chaoyun also took a glimpse of the painting through this. It was a young boy with a pink face and peach cheeks, and a lovely aura. It was clearly his face.

Although Jiang Chaoyun knew in his heart that Han Jiangmu liked him, he did not expect him to be so infatuated.

He obviously didn't do anything in his previous life, so how could he be so obsessed with himself?

Jiang Chaoyun was at a loss and puzzled, but what happened next surprised him.

A fairly familiar figure appeared in front of Han Jiangmu. Jiang Chaoyun remembered who he was just by looking at his profile. It was the rather handsome coachman before. He lowered his head and said to Han Jiangmu: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xun is very ill. I'm afraid he won't survive tonight."

Han Jiangmu didn't make a sound.

Noon [-] hesitated for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xun asked me to bring you—in a word, he begged you to let Ma Wenfeng go with his family for the sake of his service for you all these years. reunion."

Only then did Han Jiangmu speak, "They have a deep relationship between master and apprentice."

At Noon Nine, he said awkwardly: "After all, Ma Wenfeng was also his proud disciple back then."

Han Jiang murmured: "Hey, the proud disciple who can't even tell the difference between Gu poison and cold syndrome."

Wu Jiuxin Dao is not Ma Wenfeng's fault. You were the one who found out that Jiang Zuoling had a concubine, and you were the one who ordered the killing of the concubine and the illegitimate son. Even if Ma Wenfeng found out that it was a poisonous poison, you cut off all hope .

However, this is absolutely unacceptable. Today's emperor is addicted to the object he loved when he was young. Now that he is the emperor, he is becoming more and more crazy. In fact, it is understandable. After all, the object he admired when he was young died indirectly in his own hands. How painful it would be to die , and the emperor's pain seemed to be dozens of times that of ordinary people, so that not only did he suffer, but he even angered countless innocent people.

It seemed that only by seeing blood could he calm down his hostility and resentment.

This is very wrong. Wujiu has served the emperor for more than ten years. He is the closest person to him, and he is also the one who can most feel his cruelty regardless of the object. There is a bit of friendship, and he is a hero worth following, but now it is somewhat chilling.

At [-]:[-] noon, neither did Han Jiangmu. The master and servant remained silent for a long time, and it was Han Jiangmu who spoke again: "A portrait is a portrait after all, not as real as a person."

After Wujiu heard this, he had a bad premonition in his heart. Sure enough, he heard Han Jiangmu say: "Wujiu, you have seen him, so you go to the folks to find a boy who is similar to him."

Wu Jiu said hoarsely: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Han Jiangmu said indifferently: "You can find as many as you can."

After a pause, he lowered his voice, almost whispering: "I want to see him again."

Wu Jiu wanted to say so what, after all, it wasn't him, but he didn't say anything, and retreated silently.

Jiang Chaoyun didn't know why, his nose was sore, he moved slowly, walked up to him, and whispered to him: "I don't understand why you like me."

He didn't notice that Han Jiangmu's shoulders suddenly stiffened, and he choked up and said, "Why are you like this, a man, how can you indulge in love and love, can't you be a good emperor? I'm very bad Yes, I have a bad temper, and I don't want to marry you yet, because I think it's shameful for a man to marry a man, and everyone will laugh at me, I'm so bad, don't like me."

Jiang Chaoyun knew in his heart that the Han Jiangmu in front of him was not the current Han Jiangmu, but the Han Jiangmu of his previous life, but because they couldn't hear him talking, Jiang Chaoyun didn't have any scruples, and said whatever came to mind, " If you continue like this, you will have to lose your country. Other emperors want the country and not the beauties, but you don’t even want the country. What’s the matter with you, sober up, okay? Don’t go crazy , if I were alive in this life, I would definitely like you too, and I definitely wouldn't want you to go crazy."

The more he talked, the more sad he became for no reason. Tears flowed down patter, hit the ground, and then disappeared quietly, as if they had never appeared before.

Han Jiangmu turned his head slowly, his gaze seemed to be elsewhere, or staring at Jiang Chaoyun.

Jiang Chaoyun raised his face with tears in his eyes, looked at him, was scared by his terrifying eyes and took a few steps back, his heart was suffocated, and he woke up from his dream.

He propped himself up on the table and sat up, still in a daze.

And the Han Jiangmu in his dream, watching Jiang Chaoyun disappear, stretched out his hand suddenly, only to touch a piece of air.

"Come here!" Han Jiangmu's cold and passionate voice sounded in the huge palace, "Hurry up and invite the eminent monk Fakong from Xiangguo Temple to come over!"

Han Jiangmu never believed in Buddhism, nor did he believe in ghosts and gods. He hated Buddhist temples and suppressed many temples in Yanjing until he couldn't breathe. But at this time, he hoped that there would be Buddhas and ghosts and gods.

He wanted to see Jiang Chaoyun, even if it was just a soul, he wanted to get up and be with him.

The author has something to say: Mr. Han in the previous life: I killed my crush by mistake, it hurts me so much, I don’t want to live anymore