Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Wang Xun suddenly grinned, the smile made Jiang Bin's hair stand on end. He seemed to be able to see through Wang Xun's eyes hidden in the night, seeing the mountains and rivers drifting away, the surname changed to another generation, and the people's lives were in dire straits.This was the last thing Emperor Zhengde wanted to see, and it was Wang Xun's way of avenging his brother's death. He wanted the entire Ming Dynasty to be buried with his brother, and gradually fell apart from within.

Jiang Bin shivered and was pulled back. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still coiled on the half-worn futon, as if it was just a dream.But this dream is too real, so real that it is within reach.

Just when he was wondering, he heard a little eunuch laughing and scolding: "You can see how miserable Wang Shangshu was when he died! Take the dead man's things, don't run into him halfway!"

Jiang Bin's heart was shocked, and he turned around to look, and saw the little eunuch who was up at night hastily took out the fan bag hidden in his coat and locked it in the cabinet: "I don't believe in evil! If you throw this thing, you will throw it away. I will pick it up." Come back, I should be thankful! And it’s already past March [-], and I’ve already reincarnated!”

Jiang Bin recognized this fan bag. It turned out that Emperor Zhengde tore off half of the "broken sleeve" and stuffed it here for him to carry. Later, he lost it after going back and forth. For some reason, it ended up at Wang Xun's place. He was the one who hid it on his body as Jiang Bin's relic...

The discarded eggshell lamp in the corner lingered on Zhongqiu's joy, and the little eunuchs talked about the details that Zhongqiu liked to talk about that day.

That night, a lantern festival was held in the palace, and all the ministers were invited to enjoy it. Drinking orders, guessing lantern riddles, and watching a hundred operas were very lively.Wang Xun, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, who doesn't like to pull factions on weekdays, drank too much that day, got excited, and sang a Jiangnan tune by Qu Yingjing, which aroused the booing of the officials.After toasting several times, the "Emperor Zhengde" invited Wang Xun and several important ministers to go to Xiyuan Leopard Room to enjoy the lanterns collected by the people. The eyes and footsteps swayed slightly with the lantern.It wasn't until another round of playing, playing and singing that the accompanying courtiers realized that Wang Xun had disappeared.

Everyone said that he might have passed out because of drunkenness, and went to rest somewhere, but "Emperor Zhengde" felt something was wrong and ordered people to search around.After searching for more than half an hour, the little eunuchs were so tired that they were sweating profusely. They wiped it off and looked up at the moon, only to see a bloody human head hanging in the lantern. ,

This shock was no small matter, and the "Emperor Zhengde" ordered to seal off the entrances and exits of the Leopard Room and interrogated them one by one.After working hard all night, a body that had been stabbed into a hornet's nest was finally fished out from the lake.The horrific wound seemed to have just chopped off Wang Xun's head, and he was still afraid that he would come back to life. At this time, the little eunuch who shared the room with Jiang Bin secretly picked up this unknowingly dropped thing at that time. Fan bag, hide it, tuck it in, and use it as a talking point in the future.

Hearing them talk about Wang Xun's death, Jiang Bin finally understood the meaning of the dream he just had.That was probably the scene that Wang Xun had really experienced when he visited his grave before his death.Even though there was no Jiang Bin's body in the tomb, Wang Xun's sincerity still summoned Jiang Bin's soul, and he regretted hearing his dying words.

Wang Xun was buried in the same place as Wang Ji. The old locust tree that had accompanied the two brothers when they were children died soon after, as if they were buried as a sacrificial sacrifice.

Jiang Bin couldn't fall asleep after hearing these pieced together stories.He got out of the eunuchs' room, and sneaked to the place where Wu Jie was lying in the leopard room while the maid was not paying attention.

At the second moment of the ugly hour, Wu Jie, who had long since stopped going to court, woke up. He was sitting in front of the bed with a winged crown and a round collar robe, staring straight at the lamp leak that looked like a huge palace lantern, as if the dragon's mouth was opening and closing, What is he talking about.When the bell rang three quarters after the lamp leaked, Fang Fang came back to his senses, stood up abruptly and walked out.The maids at the gate hurriedly raised the lamps and walked ahead, the face-faced little eunuchs lowered their heads as if they hadn't seen it, not to mention that no one felt disobedient to the holy will, and dared to tell Zhang Yong.Jiang Bin quietly followed behind. The Leopard Room, the place where he met and became acquainted with Emperor Zhengde, now looks cold and gloomy under the cover of night, like a dissected snake, twisting and twisting its corpse in this isolated area. peacefully.But only Jiang Bin knows that the people here hide their strengths and bide their time.

But after all, he can't fight the immortals, these immortals who have been enchanted.

Going around, Wu Jie finally stopped at the place where musicians and actors usually rehearse.It was a yard with a stage set up, filled with various musical instruments, and some props for a variety of operas.Wu Jie glanced at the maids, and the maids backed away as if they were pardoned, not daring to look up.

Wu Jie stepped into the courtyard, took down a three-sided drum with dragon patterns, and tapped it lightly as if tentatively, and then, one after another, it became more and more compact, just like someone's footsteps, stepping closer.

When the drumbeat stopped abruptly, there was a figure behind Wu Jie.

Wu Jie put down the drum, stroked the dragon pattern on it and said calmly: "Wang Xun is dead."

The man said "hmm", and pulled back the cloak and hat, revealing his original appearance. He took a few steps forward, and also looked at the dragon patterns on the three drums.

"When did you let him touch this skin?" Wu Jie turned his head and looked at the gentle and jade-like man under the moonlight.All these years, he still looks like an exiled immortal. Time has not dared to leave any trace on this hard-hearted man, but only wiped away the dust from his heart, making him reflect the demons of others like a bright mirror.

"When the other party defected to you." The man replied unhurriedly, as if he was just playing chess with Wu Jie and took one of his pawns.

"Heh... As expected of Wenqu Xingjun, he has great plans and meticulous thoughts." Wu Jie smiled self-deprecatingly, "I thought I had known you for a long time, but it turned out that the friendship was shallow. I didn't realize your love for Wuqu Obsessiveness, you tricked me into losing my intuition, and even became obsessed. But even so, you can only be treated as a pawn, and you can really count on all your tricks, and you can live up to your ten thousand years of cultivation."

Yang Tinghe glanced at Wu Jie indifferently. Over the years, no one has understood his mind, and no one needs to understand his mind.

He still remembers that once he planted a plant of grass, it was just the most inconspicuous appearance in the eyes of others, but he felt that its dew-filled mist was as bright as a sun star, and he worked tirelessly every day to dig the soil and fertilize it, and never left it. , With care in my heart, I don't feel that the days in the sky are boring and long, and I know that loneliness is due to the love of love.Finally, I hoped that the grass would produce flower buds, but unexpectedly, someone picked them inadvertently.He hated the stupidity of the grass, and even more the overstepping of the pickers. The loneliness he was accustomed to now turned into a biting cold in the ice and snow. His body was gradually frozen and unable to move, leaving only one heart, thumping Jumping on the ground, longing for the stupid grass that is close at hand, can use the nectar left on its leaves for whom it is unknown to reflect the connected feelings and warm him up.

But no, not once.That grass is a grass after all, and its occasional swaying is not because of remembering his waiting, but just because of the wind.Whoever it throws the dew to, he can only watch silently, watching, hating, and he becomes a nightmare, a demon, an obsession that haunts him forever, and a perverse despair.

"I'm just afraid that you will forget the date, so I use this skin to remind you." Yang Tinghe plucked the strings and said, "You can rest assured that this skin will not be released until the date you and I agreed. After Zhengde's lifespan is exhausted, and he returns to the Heavenly Court, are you afraid that you won't be able to find his soul with your immortal power?"

"How do I know if you're cheating on me?" It's hard to guard against backstabbing, Wu Jie has suffered a lot, and now he is just a ghost living on the skin.

"Didn't you see him? In Poyang Lake." Yang Tinghe smiled meaningfully.

Wu Jie was taken aback, and then he understood why the dream that was stripped out of his memory was so real.

The half-truth and half-false scene, like a comet, streaked across the sky, dragged its bright tail, and swept across his brows.The sorrow between his brows was ignited by the pain of longing, burning his internal organs with burning pain.

He hit the three drums with one fist, and let out a dull sound that disturbed the night.

"Is it you? You locked his soul at the bottom of the lake?"

No wonder he couldn't find King Ning even after exhausting his mana. It turned out that his soul never left the place where he drowned.

"You can be at ease, water is the medium, there is no disturbance in the world, and no one can disturb his sleep." Yang Tinghe glanced at the three drums, and its broken face was like a rounded terrified eye. Before the catastrophe is over, you won’t be able to shed your skin, and you won’t be able to return to the Heavenly Court, but just be a favor for me. When the dust settles, I will return the soul-locking rhinoceros to you, and you will live together with him.”

"If it's so easy, why did you cheat it from me?" Wu Jie couldn't believe those sweet words.

"I can't wait." When Yang Tinghe said this, he was still as calm as Poyang Lake in winter. He was just fishing on the ice. .”

Wu Jie suddenly understood that Yang Tinghe might have been waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for thousands of years, and he would spare no effort to be sure.

"You have summoning nanmu? Your chessboard is summoning nanmu?" Wu Jie finally figured out the reason, "Yinghuo Xingjun's soul is locked in your summoning nanmu. The soul of the emperor needs to be locked in that nanmu." It takes three years to temporarily forget the past... Are you counting the day when the door of hell will be opened in three years? You want him to become a lonely ghost, and after returning to the heaven, he will completely forget all about Wu Qu?"

Seeing that Yang Tinghe didn't answer, Wu Jie was even more sure of his guess. He was like a bird that finally saw the right time and pecked at the clam meat that had just opened a crack. The sharp beak refused to let go: "So you Want to escape the six realms of reincarnation? You would rather abandon your fairyland and become a ghost for the sake of Wuqu?"

Yang Tinghe still ignored Wu Jie who was poking at his weakness, he just put on his hood again and glanced at the vastness of the world that he once overlooked.

That night in late autumn, he held Jiang Bin, who was still young, and told him those folk stories.

"Wu Qu is dull by nature, in the Heavenly Court, only Wen Qu often seeks him out to play chess, as a companion when he is free..."

At that time, the little Jiang Bin looked at the stars all over the sky in puzzlement and said, "Wu Qu is so dull, why is Wen Qu still close to him?"

"An unremarkable grass, once a proud plum, holds a dew." He gently supported Jiang Bin's hair, and said something he couldn't understand at the moment, "The dew reflects Wen Qu's heart." Demon, he knows he can't escape this doom..."

Just one tear for him.