Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Jiang Bin hid in the dark, listening to Wu Jie and Yang Tinghe playing charades, he seemed to understand a little bit, but also seemed more confused.

Sure enough, the soul of Emperor Zhengde was locked in the missing corner of the chessboard. Yang Tinghe, or Jiang Ziqing, three years ago calculated the day when the gate of hell would open, and made Emperor Zhengde's soul wander with lonely ghosts. Forget the past and return to heaven.

When it comes to Tianting, Jiang Bin becomes confused again.Wuqu, Wenqu, Yinghuo Xingjun... This Arabian Nights is actually a past that he has no memory of until now?No wonder Jiang Ziqing always told fairy stories, no wonder Yang Tinghe took him to teahouses to listen to books, no wonder he always avoided talking about these strange things, or as a martial artist, he was reluctant to recall the past. Li Yabei, or as Jiang Bin, is now reluctant to admit that in the end it is nothing but a dream.

The jokes in the storyteller's mouth, when the words are stopped, the conclusion is drawn.After all, he can't escape the good fortune of God's will, and he can't escape the elusiveness of love.Those two immortals in mortal skins, the chaotic words of you coming and going obscured the vision, and the only face that called him "the courtier" became clearer.Before the calamity is over, his soul still wanders somewhere, can he just watch Wenqu get his wish?

Thinking in this way, Jiang Bin made up his mind to go back with Yang Tinghe. If he didn't go into the tiger's den, he would catch a tiger's cub. Since everything was set up by this Wenqu, some clues should be left behind.Coincidentally, the two people who were not talking to each other had dispersed at this time. Seeing Wu Jie walking towards this place, Jiang Bin used the cover of night to quietly approach the figure that once made him worry.

A few steps away, there was only a faintly visible side face, which suddenly caused someone's pain. After a while, it seemed as if the soul was separated. Jiang Bin recalled that year when he returned to Beijing with Zhengde. Elegant and indifferent, but full of color, with a flick of my heart, I lifted the curtain behind the superficial glimpse. Since then, he is no longer just a little-known general, who knows that all this is just a trick to invite you into the urn?Sadness hits my heart, his only relative in this world is just a skin, he is just a leaf whose root cannot be found, falling in someone's samsara, trapped in someone's love.If he could write it off with a single stroke, he would rather not achieve fame or fame, not be infatuated, not know how to leave and hate, not think about the past, not ask about the next life, and just guard the old locust tree in Xuanfu and the impoverished family.

But now, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Sadness welled up in my heart, and I was caught off guard by someone from behind.Shocked, he raised his head and met Wu Jie's piercing eyes.Jiang Bin's heart was shocked, but Wu Jie had already looked away, looking at the skirt of the court lady who was walking tremblingly holding a lantern and bowing her head, walking silently.

After returning to the Nuan Pavilion of the Leopard Room, after changing clothes, Wu Jie ordered everyone to retreat, and leaned on the couch to look down at the incense burner carved into lotus flowers.The incense mist lingered between him and Jiang Bin, and they clearly didn't move at all. The shadow cast on the Persian blanket was twisted into a trembling nothingness by the incense mist.

"Zhu Houyi asked me to engrave those coffin texts in the tomb. I expected Wenqu to make a big fuss in that tomb, so I carved some spells to break his magic circle and make your soul return to its place." I was able to escape from birth and pass through three years to be attached to this beast that has a close relationship with you. In these three years, he will not be able to find you, but since you have come, it will not be difficult for him to find you .”

Jiang Bin was coiled on the futon, and his eyes fell on the vermilion brush on the table.Although he had a faint feeling before that there must be someone helping him in his current situation, he just didn't expect it to be Wu Jie's hands and feet.

"Your soul is not in place, he can't use the magic weapon, so he always comes to test me, but I failed his wish." Wu Jie narrowed his eyes when he said this, like a snake staring at its prey, "Now, Zhu Houyi's lifespan is nearing the end of his life, and after three days, you and I will have to go back to the Heavenly Court to return to life... I guess, he will soon lose his temper."

Jiang Bin was not surprised by such intrigues. Wu Jie could go against the sky for Zhu Chenhao. He had calculated him, but Jiang Bin didn't hate him as much as he hated Yang Tinghe. Therefore, he has more indulgence and sympathy, but I don't know what his plan is now.

"Well, how about I find Zhu Houyi for you, and you get back the chessboard and Soul Locker Rhinoceros for me?" Wu Jie got up, walked up to Jiang Bin, leaned down to look into his dark eyes, "I know you are afraid that I will plot again You...you might as well meet him for a while in person."

This sentence was like an evening bell, ringing in Jiang Bin's ears continuously, and it took a long time to recover. I felt that there was something strange in Wu Jie's words.Since it was said that he wanted to let him see Emperor Zhengde, it must have been found, why did he say that he was found for him?

Knowing that Jiang Bin was full of suspicion, Wu Jie only looked at the dark night and said: "A dog's eyes can see Yin and Yang, before dawn, go to Kangling Lingxing Gate."

Kangling?

Jiang Bin remembered that Emperor Zhengde had allowed him to wait for him in the tomb, then turned his head and ran out the door.

Guided by the stars, accompanied by the bright moon, in the low-level field of vision, all the huge silhouettes are like beasts lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity, but they are all left behind by him one by one.From Leopard House to Kangling, even a good horse would have to run for half a day, not to mention Jiang Bin is just a short-limbed native dog.But at this moment, he was so impatient that he didn't care about these at all, and just ran wildly.

Di'anmen, Drum Tower, Deshengmen... through the long and narrow path, through the low caves, covered in mud and dust, full of anxiety.

The hotness that could not be relieved by sticking out his tongue, fermented into a churning discomfort in the bumps, and he was about to spit it out, but Jiang Bin didn't dare to rest for a while, he knew that the physical body couldn't stand the rush, once he stopped, The overwhelming exhaustion would overwhelm him, making him unable to move even half a step.

Three days, only three days left, he had to make a break.

Running wildly in the night, I can faintly see Tianshou Mountain, but no matter how I run, I still feel that it is out of reach.The sound of panting and heartbeat intertwined into a deafening thunder, this kind of soul-stirring seems to have been heard before, such a very concerned outline is outlined in the blurred vision, but it is not Zhengde.

At this moment, the bright moon lazily emerged from the clouds, lighting up the blurry black shadow in front of Jiang Bin's eyes.Wearing a shirt and half-life desolate, he carefully carried the exhausted Jiang Bin into his arms and got into the carriage.

During the turbulence, as if being coaxed by his mother in the swaddle, Jiang Bin was about to fall into a deep sleep, but the face of Emperor Zhengde was like a kite, rolling with the wind in the blurred night. Get up, float to his eyes, showing a cynical smile.

Jiang Bin opened his eyes suddenly, only then did he recognize who the person in front of him was.His temples have turned white with frost, and the corners of his mouth are pursed and calm, sinking into the bitterness of the mud, waiting for the dead wood to bloom in the dark.

It was clearly a matter of deep affection, but falling into Jiang Bin's eyes was a disaster for no reason.If Qiao Yu is here, then Yang Tinghe must know...

"He didn't teach me." Qiao Yu seemed to see through Jiang Bin's mind, and his eyes were a little erratic in the swaying carriage, "I'll take you to Kangling."

Jiang Bin's keen sense of smell suddenly noticed something strange, and then he noticed that Qiao Yu had a dark compass tied with a red string around his waist. Pointing to Jiang Bin.

Jiang Bin was startled, and after smelling it carefully, he realized that the thick layer of paint on the compass was not lacquer, but dried blood.On Qiao Yu's wrist, there was the same aura... He was actually feeding it with blood!I don't know what kind of sorcery it is!

"I have been looking for you for a long time, but there is no news." Qiao Yu's words were like a piece of snow, which melted into his eyes without paying attention, "I know he lied to me, but there is no other way... Wu Tai said, you just Repay my kindness for the rest of my life... I knew it earlier..."

If I had known this earlier, it would be better not to know?

Jiang Bin thought of the first time he met with the capital, the tomb of the co-sacrifice, the eyes of sitting on his bed watching him all night, the panicked face of Kang Ling when he blurted out... If everything is just a pillow in Huai'an, who will Don't hate, who doesn't complain?

Those haggard hands caressed his fur lightly, as if many years ago, when he was young, he stroked his black hair, saying that he went to the poor and fell to the underworld...

This period has finally become a passing moment, and this journey has also come to a helpless farewell.

The carriage stopped, and Qiao Yu got out of the car with Jiang Bin in his arms.The towering five peaks are like hibiscus petals, blooming into a cold beauty in the night.Now that Kangling is guarded, Qiao Yu can't get in, so he can only wait outside the gate of Yan'en.

Jiang Bin was carefully placed on the ground, and when he looked back, Qiao Yu was still standing there without saying a word, completely integrated with the pines and cypresses beside him.Jiang Bin didn't dare to look any further, turned his head and ran towards the mausoleum gate.

Qiao Yu stared blankly at Jiang Bin's leaving figure. His hands, due to excessive blood loss, had been frozen into a frightening purple color, but he didn't feel the cold.These hands, since they can't hold the fox who always says something wrong, they might as well give him a ride.

Jiang Bin bypassed the Yan'en Hall and ran all the way to the Lingxing Gate.On both sides of the archway-like wooden building, there are stone pillars that look like white marble.But the stone pillars were covered with yellow paper and vermilion characters densely, resembling snake scales.

Between those two weird stone pillars, there was a figure with drooping shoulders, bumping forward in a stiff posture, but was bounced back by the invisible barrier time and time again, and fell to the ground.But he didn't give up. After being quiet for a moment, he wriggled to the side of the pillar with difficulty, stood up crookedly with his back against the pillar, and slammed into the door again.

All this was done quietly, but Jiang Bin was heartbroken by the impacts that he refused to let go.

With a pair of canine eyes, he had already seen clearly the dried blood around his ears, the heavy masonry cones tied on both sides of his drooping arms, and the copper coins sewn on his mouth and eyes. Ink fountain line.

His eyes could not see, his ears could not hear, his mouth could not speak.

But still thinking about going back, if you want to die, you will share the same acupuncture point.