Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

This scene is like a nightmare.The ground under Jiang Bin's feet shook with the sound of the impact, causing his internal organs and spleen to twist into a pudgy pain.He had expected the bleakness of reuniting with someone he didn't know, but he didn't expect it to be such a heartbroken grief.

The soul belonging to Wangwei in his body suddenly barked for some reason, it kept squeezing Jiang Bin's weak soul, trying to regain control over him.Jiang Bin had no choice but to endure the rampant torture in his body, Bujiao Wangwei gained the upper hand, and approached the appalling wandering soul step by step.

One step is like a year, turning the memory back to the original barrenness.Jiang Bin staggered and lingered beside Emperor Zhengde, but he turned a blind eye to it, and only stubbornly bumped into the invisible door again and again.In the only white memory left, there was only a vague figure waiting for him in the tomb alone.He forgot his face, his figure, and their past. He only knew that the eternal light was about to go out, and if he didn't go, he might leave with others.Over time, he also forgot his face, his figure, and their past, and became a wandering soul exactly like him, wandering aimlessly in the world, this is complete death.

Faintly, it seemed that something was pulling his trousers, he couldn't hear or see, he waved his arm irritably, but forgot that there was still a masonry awl hanging on his arm, with this swing, he hit the fat-footed thing hard out.

Unprepared, Jiang Bin was hit on the ribs by the masonry awl, and flew out in an instant. The pain of splitting liver and gallbladder caused him to spray a mouthful of blood on the terrifying face of Emperor Zhengde, and then he hit the tree trunk and fell down.This blow made Jiang Bin lose consciousness in an instant. Fortunately, Wangwei in his body didn't take the opportunity to occupy his body.Jiang Bin struggled to stand up, but fell back and vomited blood all over the floor.Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of a rattlesnake wagging its tail rang out. Jiang Bin opened his blood-smeared eyes and saw through the dark red moonlight that the copper coins worn by Emperor Zhengde collided with each other. The movement was followed by the sound of the string breaking. In the silent night, the ink fountain line broke into pieces, twisted and fell to the ground, and turned into ashes as soon as it touched the soil.

Jiang Bin stared blankly at those scarred eyes and slowly opened a crack, only to realize that it might be because of the mouthful of blood he sprayed just now.

Those longing eyes opened, as if the clouds were clearing the clouds to see the sun, like the rainbow disappearing after the rain, Jiang Bin almost forgot the pain of splitting liver and gallbladder, and just stared blankly at the brilliance in those eyes.

Yet it is fleeting.

Emperor Zhengde stared at the strange Lingxing gate covered with talisman papers under the moonlight, bewildered, and did not move any more.His body seems to be sinking in the water, when he sticks out of the water, he sees the shadows of his predecessors, when he sinks into the water, only the blurred silence remains.Compared with the messy and chaotic past that disturbed his cleanliness, Emperor Zhengde, who had suffered enough, preferred this uniform darkness.The eyes that can see through the world are superfluous, and he would rather see them and ignore them.

Jiang Bin became even more flustered when he saw Emperor Zhengde just standing there like that. It seemed that the magic was not so easy to break, but now, he didn't even have the strength to climb to Emperor Zhengde.

Feeling dizzy for a while, Jiang Bin drooped his head and gasped for breath, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He knew that this physical body might not be able to hold on anymore.

At this moment, he heard Wu Jie's voice again, like a gust of wind, blowing past his ears, bringing a little chill.

"You have broken the art of Wenqu, he will come here soon... What are your plans?"

Wenqu...

Jiang Bin's heart was cut short again, just now, the moment he saw Emperor Zhengde, he already knew who did this murder, but he didn't dare to think about it.I don't know if it's intentional or not, Jiang Ziqing did it himself, and always avoided Jiang Bin. He was always lucky if he didn't see it, and it was clear that even the memory was forged by him, but he still couldn't help wanting to do it for his "uncle". absolve.

But Wu Jie's words ruthlessly pierced through the self-deception that was blinding him, and splashed Kang Lingli's words on his face, full of unexplained madness that made him sick.The unscrupulous hatred bred in his heart, drowned the only sliver of nostalgia, he wished he could cut off the past, wished he could turn the world around, wished he could avenge this deep hatred that humiliated his family with his own hands.

Close your eyes and say silently in your heart: "If I can save him, I will not regret dying."

The entrained selfish heart is full of seeds of hatred, sprouting branches and leaves, blooming and bearing fruit, taking a bite, holding it between his lips, waiting for him to take it unsuspectingly, swallowing this poisoned death will not rest in peace.

There was a chuckle in his ear, with a hint of coolness, as if a hand was caressing his forehead, and Jiang Bin fell into the darkness in such a daze.

When he woke up again, he was sitting in an all-too-familiar courtyard.

Huaxing Qiuyue, the night is as cool as water.The towering old locust tree, which is very old, actually bloomed clusters of bright moon-like flowers. When the wind blows, they fall like butterflies, falling on his shoulders, and entangled in his hair. The sweet fragrance is refreshing to the heart and spleen.

Jiang Bin lowered his head in bewilderment, the scars pointing to his illustrious military exploits were gone, and the calluses on his fingers disappeared.He stood tall, but still looked like a childish boy.

If everything could be reversed like this, he would rather not have an afterlife.

"This is an illusion I set up. When Wen Qu stepped into Kangling, he entered the game I set up. Within a day, you have to follow what I said, and lure him to tell the location of the chessboard and the soul-locking rhinoceros." .”

Wu Jie's voice hovering above his head awakened Jiang Bin's Nanke Yimeng.Illusions are illusions after all, and things have come to this point, he has no time to lament that things are right and people are wrong, and he has to act out a scene of tenderness like water with a hard heart.

"coming."

Just as Wu Jie finished speaking, Chai Fei behind him was pushed away by a gust of wind.A pair of short leather boots came into view.

The imperial court forbade the common people to wear boots. Jiang Bin was afraid that Jiang Ziqing, who always had sores on his feet, would freeze, so he bought the leftover cowhide from another family, and sewed a pair of short boots for Jiang Ziqing. Wiping his mouth, the crooked stitches were so bad that he hated them. Jiang Bin struggled for a few days before quietly placing them beside Jiang Ziqing's bed.As expected, Jiang Ziqing reprimanded him, telling him not to do these useless things again. If he has the time, he might as well learn more.The boots were always hidden in the cabinet. Jiang Bin accidentally saw Jiang Ziqing sneaking through it once, walked back and forth in the room, stood there for a while, then took them off again, wrapped them up and put them back in the cabinet. Be careful.

Only then did Jiang Bin know that his uncle liked it, so he was secretly delighted for a long time.

But now, the pair of short boots that stepped into his field of vision seemed to be stepping on his face, arrogantly trampling on his respect, and rubbing off the dirty mud on the bottom of the boots.

Jiang Bin's expression became stiff because of this, and he didn't even dare to look up at the owner of the boots, for fear that a look would reveal his secrets.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" The pair of boots stopped within walking distance.

Wu Jie was still urging, so Jiang Bin had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I think of something."

The familiar breath came closer, and a few scattered strands of black hair hung down on Jiang Bin's chest, gently provoking his unbearable sadness.

"what?"

This sentence was sent to Jiang Bin's ears in a low voice, like a word of love, which made him shiver.

"It entrusted me with a dream." Guiltyly afraid of being caught out, he hurriedly followed Wu Jie's words, glanced at Lao Huai beside him, and said, "In the dream, you are an immortal, and I'm just a reckless man. ..."

There was no movement in front of him, as if the sentence just now had turned into a dagger, which stabilized his figure and gouged out his heart.

This dead silence made Jiang Bin's uneasiness intensify.

A pagoda tree flower fell between the two of them, and the sound of "Zitong" fluttered to the ear, but it disintegrated the heart defense built for thousands of years, and the surging emotion in the eyes drowned out the sudden look up. A peeping eye.

Jiang Bin was stunned there, he had never seen Jiang Ziqing who was so calm and relaxed showing such an expression.Like the sting of spring returning to the earth, a deep gully was opened on the surface of the ice like a mirror, and the ice successively collapsed into a pool of spring water, which flowed to Jiang Bin's feet, tearing at each other.

Jiang Bin was exhausted for a while, he thought that his hatred was like a thousand horses, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, but in the blink of an eye, he lost his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

He just stood there numbly, unable to listen to a single word Wu Jie suggested.

He has never seen Wen Qu's deep affection, he only knows that he is scheming and violent.But I don't know that the lingering desire to speak is better than the weeping and weeping reunion after a long absence.

Wenqu was originally moved by true feelings.

Jiang Bin thought in a trance, if his previous life was really Wuqu, this episode would be a complete disappointment.

Suddenly, a burst of coolness penetrated from the soles of his feet, occupying his physical body recklessly, he raised his hands involuntarily, hugged Wen Qu into his arms, and said one sentence after another involuntarily:

"You have suffered all these years because of me."

"Fortunately, you cast a spell before, and I was able to find this locust tree and come back with my soul."

"I said, even without this soul, I can still remember."

"You write a word, say a word, it will be branded in my heart."

"Zitong..."

"Zitong..."

"Can you answer me?"

This sentence, every sound, like a cuckoo crying blood, made my heart dizzy into madness of lovesickness.

For Wuqu, he endured loneliness and pain, but he couldn't bear the sudden loss and recovery.

He was almost insane, crazy, and dead.

After a while, Fang Hui hugged the person in front of him, closed his eyes and said, "I... had a dream."

A long dream.

In his dream, he personally sent Wu Qu to Yinghuo, who had devoted himself to the emperor, and watched them live together, just to make Wu Qu's soul return to its place.

Jiang Bin, whose body was controlled by Wu Jie, caressed his loose black hair, and said again: "Is it true that you said that you will stay together?"

Wen Qu slightly pushed Jiang Bin away and looked into his eyes: "Do you really want to escape the six realms of reincarnation with me and go to a place where no one lives?"

Jiang Bin nodded solemnly as if being held by invisible hands.

Wen Qu lowered his eyes and said "OK".

Just like back then, the understatement at the beginning of the origin