Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Wearing Wu Qu's clothes, he hugged Wen Qu from behind, watching him vigorously and freely write the couplet "Plum blossoms spit out pistils for peace".

Wen Qu put down his pen, but caught a glimpse of Wu Qu quietly inserting a flying goose made of gold leaf paper into his hair, and he didn't know he didn't know.Wenqu has never worn this popularly known "noisy noise".Wu Qu is an immortal who ascended from a mortal body. When he was in the heavenly court, he often mentioned some customs in the mortal world, but Wen Qu didn't take it seriously. Once he ascended to immortality, why should he know these details? What's more, it's not him who thinks about Fan.But now, Wen Qu was touched by fireworks for the first time, and Fan's heart was also moved.

The body temperature coming through the clothes exudes the aftertaste of tenderness and sweetness. Wen Quxiang is pure-hearted and ascetic, but just now he was drunk and dreamed to death. I don’t know what year it is or where I am. Layers of bed curtains were removed, but the waist was hooked and fell back into spring. In the dream.Pushed to the shore in a trance, he staggered a few steps, but the sky suddenly became dark, the thick black was like a lifeless tomb, locking the soul of a person, as soon as Wen Qu lowered his head, he saw a familiar face melting at his feet , a bloodshot eye stranded on his boot, staring straight at him...

"Zitong?"

Wen Qu came back to his senses in shock, stared blankly at Wu Qu for a while, put down his pen and said, "How do you remember?"

Wu Qu didn't expect Wen Qu to mention this, and put his cold hand in his arms: "I always dream about some past events, but I can't remember clearly when I wake up. That day, I was so drunk that I passed out, and you and I put my palms together, somehow I remember..."

Wen Qu smiled wryly and withdrew his hand: "You injected your soul into the chessboard to teach it to recognize its master. Even if you were reincarnated into a mortal body, that soul would always point to all kinds of things in the heavens. When you gave me this chessboard, it was not You only want to protect me, but if you consume immortal power like this and suffer from being separated from your soul, if there is anything, isn't it a self-made sin?"

"It's so good, how do you talk about this?" Wu Qu looked away guiltily, "The fairy said it to you?"

Wen Qu shuddered at the thought of the melted skin in the nightmare just now. His cultivation base was much higher than Wu Qu's, and what he saw with his heavenly eyes was definitely not an illusion.

Wu Qu also knows that Wen Qu is by no means an unfounded worrying temperament, and what can make Wen Qu, who has always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted, come to his heart must not be innocuous.But there was a secret joy in his heart, even if he really disappeared one day, with Wen Qu thinking about him like this, it would not be in vain for him to be infatuated.

Wen Qu saw that Wu Qu didn't know what to think, and there was a smile on his lips, so he was a little annoyed: "What are you thinking? Am I joking with you?"

Only then did Wu Qu realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled Wen Qu's hand again and said: "If you give it to you, it is yours. If you really forget, what is the use of Qionglou Jinque and jade plate delicacies? Ordinary people always envy the days of gods, but I just want to find an uninhabited place with you and be an ordinary couple."

Wen Qu was taken aback, he almost forgot Wu Qu's ass temper, even if the two love each other, they can't change this stubborn temper.If these words came from someone else's mouth, he could have ignored them in vain, but what Wu Qu said was to break the boat.Wu Qu is a rock, if you don't ask Wen Qu to promise him anything, you will definitely guard him until the sea dries up.It's not that Wenqu doesn't believe in Wuqu, it's just that in the millennium in the mortal world, how many lives and deaths have turned into strangers at the flick of a finger, and how much love has turned into incompatibility in an instant?Even if we are harmonious now, how can we protect the future Yan couple Yingchou. The word "love" is the same for humans and immortals, but each has twists and turns.

Wen Qu turned his head and looked into Wu Qu's eyes. In those eyes, there was an abyss of feeble water and a mountain of flames, which melted his immortal body and melted his immortal bones, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Is it up to you? There are tens of thousands of ways to teach today's obsession that it will become ignorance in the future..."

"Even without that soul, I can still remember..." Wu Qu buried his chin in Wen Qu's shoulder and interrupted in a muffled voice, "every word you write, every word you say will be branded in my heart."

Wen Qu sighed, knowing that it would be useless to talk more about Wu Qu, so he could only point to the Spring Festival couplets.Wu Qu didn't want to listen to Wen Qu's persuasion any more, so he lowered his head and kissed Wen Qu's earlobe, and obediently went to stick the Spring Festival couplets.

Wen Qu stood blankly behind Wu Qu for a while, a blush crept up from the ears to his cheeks.It is clear that she has done everything that would make her blush more red, but now, she is afraid of the most common sweetness.

Outside, Wu Qu happily pasted the couplet, rubbed his hands and shouted inside: "Zitong! Zitong!"

Wen Qu came out with his clothes on, feeling something faintly, turned his head to look at the old locust tree in the yard, the old locust tree was shaking tremblingly with its bare branches, Wen Qu stepped forward, covering the trunk with the palm of his hand and injecting the only trace of it. Xianli then walked towards the gate.

But when Fang went outside the door, he heard the sound of firecrackers and the sound of horseshoes from far to near.Those two eunuchs looked familiar, the leader stepped forward and reined in the reins, took a deep look at the two, and said to Wuqu with a drawn out voice: "Listen and enjoy."

The two knelt together, and after hearing the eunuch's instructions, Wu Qu accepted the reward, then stood up and watched the two eunuchs leave as fast as they could.

Slots, Tusu wine, cloud brocade... and the continuous sound of firecrackers, they were thrown on the hearts of the two of them.The only moment of joy was brought into the cold night by the sound of horseshoes, as if they had stolen it.Before, what Wen Qu didn't dare to ask, what Wu Qu didn't want to mention, became a gust of cold wind, shouting between the two of them, stretching the close distance into a world apart.

That night, Wu Qu hugged Wen Qu tightly, thinking over and over again: "When I return to heaven, I will always find a way to escape the six samsaras and stay with you forever... even if there is only a wisp of soul left Always come back here and wait for you..."

Wen Qu answered "Okay", turned his back to Wu Qu and pretended to fall asleep, but his heart was roasting on the fire, so hot that he couldn't even cover his chest, and melted together into burning oil in a lonely lamp, burning up in the solitary lamp. At dawn.

Since that day, Wen Qu has never seen Wu Qu again, he can only look at the towering old locust tree from afar, hoping that it will guard Wu Qu and keep him safe.

At the beginning of spring, Renzong bestowed a marriage, and the court lady Wei Shi, who was adopted as a righteous daughter, knelt in front of Wu Qu with red eyes. She was pregnant with a dragon son, and when she returned to the palace, she only had the word "death".Renzong knew very well that high walls could not trap Wu Qu, but his wife and children could make it hard for him to fly.

Wen Qu saw Wu Qu marrying a wife and having children, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only wait.

In the first year of Jiayou, Bianliang was flooded, and Wu Qu's family moved to Xiangguo Temple to live in the Buddha Hall.Wen Qu knew Wu Qu's mind, so he rushed to Chenzhou to meet.

The sky has never been so hot, the heat comes from the ground, and the horseshoes are hot.

Wu Qu's wife Wei tactfully took the noisy young son out, leaving the room silent.Wu Qu wore a mask again, but it was not a bronze ghost mask, but a thick piece of hemp he found at random, cut into a piece to cover his face, like a whole piece of human skin.But even so, it was difficult to hide the rancid stench mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Wen Qu, who was sitting by the bed, almost vomited, but was still trembling, and wanted to take off the mask.

Wu Qu grabbed his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't have much time."

This sentence, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, broke Wen Qu's heart.He is clearly an immortal who lives forever, but at this moment he is afraid of parting from life to death.

"Don't think too much about it. It's not worth anything. We can reunite when we return to Heaven. I'm just going to take a step first."

Wen Qu held Wu Qu's hand that was still cold in the scorching heat, and his heart also became cold, as if in the freezing cold, watching Wu Qu staggering away by himself.

Wu Qu said some comforting words intermittently, but Wen Qu just stared blankly, not listening to a single word.In front of his eyes, the plum blossoms were better than the snow, and the dark fragrance was floating. The rain from Bianliang flooded the way when he came, and soaked the "noisy" that was folded into the shape of a flying goose into scattered golden threads. It is entangled in the body, no matter how high it is...

Gradually, when there was no movement, Wen Qu realized that Wu Qu had fallen asleep while talking.

Wen Qu hesitantly approached, and when his weak snort sprayed on his face, a hanging heart fell back to his chest, jumping and pushing out the sourness that had accumulated for a long time out of the eye sockets.

At this moment, he understood the sorrow of love, the hatred of parting, and the mourning of life and death.He held Wu Qu's hand back until his body temperature burned each other's bodies, and burned through the signboard of Miaoshou rejuvenation.

The "miracle doctor" from the palace kept shaking his head, letting Wei kowtow to him weeping bitterly.A day later, Wu Qu yelled "Zitong" a few times in a daze, and Wen Qu threw down the sentence "Prepare for the funeral" and rode away.

At this time, Wu Qu's mask had already been taken off, and the broken sores looked like eyes dripping with thick water, one by one, so crowded that the outlines of the facial features disappeared.

Wu Qu was born when he was ugly, and he was posthumously awarded the title of Zhongshu Ling and given the posthumous title "Wuxiang".Wen Qu said he was ill, but he didn't go to the funeral, but he heard that Renzong was seriously ill because of it.

In the five years after Wu Qu left, Wen Qu devoted himself to being his virtuous minister, standing firm, upright and honest.But every time when Wuqu died, he would go to the mansion where everything was changed.The dilapidated couplet pasted on the door and the dying old Huai in the yard all knew that he was infatuated and understood his lovesickness, but they remained silent.

After suffering, suffering, finally became terminally ill, the bronze ghost face hanging on the bed was like his face that did not change, guarding, waiting, saying that he would stay together until the end of his life.

That year, Renzong died, the whole country was in mourning, and the sky was dark.During Renzong's reign, the country was prosperous and the people were peaceful, and the world was peaceful. Later generations all said that he was a wise king and a god who came down to earth.

Wen Qu's soul left his body, and when he returned to Tianmen, several Xingjun who had been waiting for him greeted him one after another.

One day in the sky, one year on the ground, Wen Qu didn't bother to catch up with them, and asked Wu Qu where he was.Several Xingjun looked at each other and hesitated.A chill spread from his heart, and Wen Qu flew to the front of Kaiyang Palace in an instant, and walked in quickly.

Although it's only been five years, it seems like a lifetime away.When Wen Qu finally found the figure beside the stone table, his steps were a little vain.

"Hanchen..."

That's the name Wu Qu said to him, it's the first time Wen Qu called him that way.If it was in the past, Wu Qu would be so ecstatic, but at this moment, Wu Qu just squatted on the ground and didn't know what to do, turning a deaf ear to Wen Qu's words.

When Wen Qu got closer, he saw clearly that Wu Qu was holding a cut branch in his hand, and was writing stroke by stroke in the mud, with the word "Mei" on it.

"Hanchen..."

Wen Qu called out again, and the unconcealable agitation in this call finally caused Wu Qu to turn his head and stare at Wen Qu in a daze.

However, without waiting for Wen Qu to speak, Wu Qufu lowered his head again, imitating Wen Qu's vigorous and powerful strokes stroke by stroke.

"When King Yinghuo Xing was the emperor in the mortal world, he ordered the Taoist priests to practice the method, counted the death date of the martial arts, and set up a formation in his tomb, using the resentful spirits gathered by the flood in the capital to restrain his soul." I don't know when I stood behind the two. Lu Cun Xingjun sighed, "When the gate of the ghosts is wide open, the Taoist will make the martial arts go with the ghosts at night, and when they forget the past, put them on the chessboard. After a hundred years of Renzong, the two will be able to live together. Tomb, go to reincarnation together, twin life and double death..."

"Fortunately, I saw some clues and reported to the Jade Emperor early to recall the soul of Wuqu, but it was still a step too late..." Tanlang Xingjun also sighed at this point, "Who do you think the Taoist priest is? He is Your seemingly gentle doorman! What a bastard! You kindly saved him back then! He actually had delusional thoughts about you! He also stole this chessboard!"

After that, Wenqu can no longer be listened to.

He stared blankly at Wu Qu repeatedly writing the character "Mei" in the mud, just like in the past, he covered his ears and called his character amidst the sound of firecrackers.