Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Jiang Bin was stunned for a while, then went to look at the ghost-masked man beside him.

The ghost has a ferocious face, like a clay statue, dead and cold, already ancient.But his silence was like a mighty army, and his heart was full of thunder and flames.

"I knew you would come here, so I left a small gift for you." "Emperor Zhengde" just finished speaking, and then he heard the sound of strings snapping. Something fell straight from the top of the stele pavilion to Jiang Bin. Two volumes of calligraphy and painting.

"Careful and deceitful!" Zhang Jin also couldn't understand the grievances and grievances between these people, only knowing that the wolf in the front and the tiger in the back are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Jiang Bin didn't listen to Zhang Jin's persuasion, and grabbed the calligraphy and painting into his arms.

Spread out one picture, it shows a scholar-bureaucrat.That majestic expression and well-proportioned attire were none other than Li Dongyang who was forced to abandon his official position by Emperor Zhengde.There is a line of inscriptions on the side, using Mei to be more noble than him, and the inscription is his disciple Yang Tinghe.Jiang Bin took another picture, untied the binding thread, and when he spread it out, he saw a pair of Spring Festival couplets pasted on the paper. Jiang Bin saw his uncle write it with his own eyes.The Spring Festival couplets are old, wrinkled, and yellow, but the word "plum" headed by the couplet on the left is overwhelming, as if it is about to jump out of the red background.

I still remember the compliments from the neighbors back then, but the fortune teller from the capital said that the couplet written in one move with his left hand was very similar to the pen and ink of the prince and grand master Yang Tinghe.After the crown prince became Yang Shoufu, he even invited Jiang Bin to go to the plum blossom room, broke branches and wrote the same word "plum".

The word plum is shockingly branded in the two calligraphy and paintings, silkworm head and swallow tail, flowing clouds and flowing water, the hand that put on his shoes, the hand that fed him fruit, the hand that ordered him to make a wrong move, the hand that warmed his palm...now, all It emerged from the faded red background, some tugged, some pushed, and asked him whether he recognized it or not.

How can you not recognize it?We get along day and night, but we are strangers.

The slightly trembling hand holding the scroll was suddenly held down.

Jiang Bin raised his head, facing Zhang Sensen's ghostly face.

Ah!Isn't it just a ghost wearing a mask?Today they look like this, and tomorrow they will change their skins again, playing them to no avail!

"Yang Shoufu is left-handed, but he is very jealous of others knowing." The voice of "Emperor Zhengde" came closer, as if whispering in his ear, "The skin can cover people's eyes and ears, but this word reveals the secret."

Those words passed by my ears, but they couldn't catch my heart, only the eyes in front of me were left, branded with a feeling of wanting to speak.

No wonder it feels familiar, so familiar.

"No wonder I have no father or mother, only your uncle...Yang Tinghe lived in the accompanying capital before coming to the capital, and before that, there is no trace to be found. The temporary residence recorded in the file, I sent people to look for it, and they said they had never lived there. ...According to the time, you moved back to the residence of the accompanying capital a few days after my uncle left, and you said you had lived in it for a few years, but to be honest, you lived there only once a year." Jiang Bin withdrew his hand, He said word by word, "Once a year, it is the day to go to the market. You will always go there for several days, and then bring back a lot of unusual medicinal materials, which are said to replenish my energy and blood."

Those eyes quietly watched Jiang Bin peel off his disguise layer by layer, but there was no response.

"I'm afraid I didn't follow you since I was a child. It's all a lie. You have been with me day and night, at most five years. During these five years, you taught me culture and martial arts, but you sent me to the court as the chief assistant. To the side of Emperor Zhengde?" Jiang Bin laughed at himself, "What do you want me to stay by his side? Bewitching the lord? Cholera super class? So as to seize his power with excuses? Or maybe you can take advantage of it, To pluck his skin, so that he will never be reborn?"

Hearing what Jiang Bin said, the ghost-masked man was still neither sad nor happy, as if he was an irrelevant outsider.

Jiang Bin sneered, and tugged at his sleeve: "You are a fairy in the world, turning clouds and rains, easy as flipping palms, and what am I? Your revenge pawn, or..." Pointing at Qiao Yu, "His dead Fox?"

Qiao Yu was taken aback for a moment, then murmured something with trembling lips.He couldn't hear it clearly, and he didn't intend to know that Jiang Bin just took the opportunity to snatch the knife from his hand, and pushed Meng Yu, who was being held hostage, to Zhang Jin.

Hearing Jiang Bin's words, Zhang Jin felt that he was in a fog. It wasn't until Meng Yu was pushed into his arms that he suddenly came to his senses. He drew his knife to protect Wu Ping'er and Meng Yu and ran to Wu Jie's place.

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Yong ordered someone to escort him, but Wu Jie signaled that he didn't need it. He gave Zhang Jin and Wu Ping'er a cold look, and carried the frightened Meng Yu to the horse.

Meng Yu still thought that Wu Jie was really the uncle who tried to murder his father, struggling, scratching and biting, refusing to stop, but Wu Jie didn't even frown, and wrapped him in his arms.

"Don't hurt Master Jiang!" Wu Ping'er shouted before being taken down, she was worried that Jiang Bin would not be able to get out of this situation set up by Wu Jie.

"Why should I hurt him?" Wu Jie smiled mockingly, "Sentencing him as Ling Chi is also to lure the snake out of the hole. Now, as long as the person next to him will return everything that was stolen from me, I will let go They have a way out."

"If you pay him back, you won't be able to find him." The ghost-masked man who hadn't moved for a long time suddenly said.

There was no pretense in those words, it really was Yang Tinghe's voice.

Wu Jie at the other end was silent for a long time, until his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"You can't call him back even if you summon his soul, because he died strangely. His soul is thin, and he can't bear the pain. If you want to know where he is, give me that jade ring! Give it to me , you can still get together, if you don't know how to behave, it will be a dead end."

"It really is you!" Wu Jie's eyes were sharp, and he slashed at the ghost-faced man with a knife, but he couldn't do anything to him, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I give it to you, do you think you can get your wish if the dove occupies the magpie's nest?"

"Why don't you bet on this game? If you really don't care about King Ning's soul, you can raze this place to the ground and hurt both sides."

Wu Jie held the rein and embedded it in his flesh, and after a long time, he tore off Yusi Nanpei from his waist and ordered someone to send it over.

The ghost-masked man picked it up, grabbed Jiang Bin by the arm and brought him to the monument, stuffed the Yusi Nanpei in his palm, searched for the hole on the west side in the dark, held Jiang Bin's hand and inserted the Yusi Nanpei into it. go.

The mechanism rumbled with the rotation of Yusi Nanpei, as if the movement of pushing the fort would blow up this annoying grievance to pieces in the next moment.

The revolving and open stone gate allows only one person to pass through, and the cold stone steps are hidden into the dark corridor, as if it is a trick to invite the king into the urn.Blowing on the fire book, but blowing out the extravagant hope in my heart.The stone door closed slowly, cutting off all kinds of guillotines from yesterday. Jiang Bin was a gecko that only cut off its tail to survive, slipping away in the gap, not daring to look back at the bloody past.

In front of him, there is only one bright star, like a flickering flame in a lantern that lures the soul, making the soul follow in a daze, not knowing where it is going.Jiang Bin suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, as if he had followed a lamp in a trance, and then fell into a body and woke up, as if he had experienced an absurd dream.This may be a memory from a previous life, or it may be a fragment of turning a fox into a human.Just now, he just made up a random sentence to distract Qiao Yu, but unexpectedly, Qiao Yu's expression seemed to be taken into consideration by him.

He really is Guanshan's fox wife, a chess player in Jiang Ziqing's hands!In this world, there is only one person waiting for him.

Jiang Bin suddenly remembered Wang Xun's words: "You can see him tomorrow."

where?Where can I see it?

Suddenly, he stopped.

The light of the ever-burning lamp made his eyes sour, and when he closed them, he opened them again, and saw three red coffins.

The apse, here is the place where Emperor Zhengde once brought him.

At that time, he and Emperor Zhengde stood on the surrounding ramp, looking down at the three red coffins.The four-fold coffin in the middle belonged to Emperor Zhengde, and the slightly smaller catalpa coffins on both sides belonged to Empress Xia and Jiang Bin.

The fire in his hand was taken away by the people behind him, and he stomped hard under his feet. The dying spark struggled for a moment, and finally went out.

Jiang Bin looked down at the soap boot, but the owner of the soap boot suddenly stood in front of him.

The mask has been taken off, but the face with the long burning lamp on its back is dark, it is the ashes after burning, and with a light blow, it will fly all over the sky and disperse cleanly.In the end, only a burnt heart remained, either buried in the Xuanfu or in the court hall.But it should never have happened, and it should have appeared in this mausoleum.

Jiang Bin smelled the sour smell from the vinegar-soaked wick, frowned slightly, but smiled again: "What do you want my nephew to do?"

The face was slightly turned to avoid Jiang Bin's aggressive gaze, revealing half of Yang Tinghe's face. It was a thick ink stroke that Jiang Bin had seen in the accompanying capital, and it was a cold glance at the city gate when he said goodbye to Emperor Zhengde.Now, he has become the uncle he misses so much.When he didn't take off the mask, there was still a wave in his eyes, but when he took off the mask, he couldn't find the slightest difference, as if he had put on another piece of human skin, wrapping the rock-like heart in layers, and he couldn't see it clearly .

He didn't answer, just walked down the ramp.Jiang Bin had no choice but to follow, secretly thinking about how many chances he would have if he made a move at this time.But before he figured out his deliberate purpose, Jiang Bin didn't dare to act rashly, he was afraid that this thoughtful fairy still held the power of life and death in the hands of the other side - the life and death of Emperor Zhengde was still uncertain.

Finally, he stopped in front of the coffin of Emperor Zhengde, flipped his sleeves, and conjured a chessboard out of thin air.The chessboard is all too familiar, Jiang Bin accidentally broke a corner when he was a child, but those memories are all false, like a castle in the air cast by the mirage by the sea, stepping on it, he will fall to pieces.

"Uncle has worked so hard to bring me here, is it possible that he just played a game of chess with me?"

Wu Jie's soldiers and horses were surrounded outside, but Yang Tinghe in front of him was holding the chessboard and remained silent.Jiang Bin suddenly remembered the game with Emperor Zhengde.Emperor Zhengde's chess game can be said to be well-organized, with strange and correct moves, isn't it taught by the people in front of him?But who would have expected that the two people who played the game back then were just pawns on the chessboard in front of them, at their mercy.

"You smashed the chessboard back then." He finally opened his mouth.

"Why did I smash it? Aren't those things arranged by 'Uncle'..."

"Before the calamity, because I said something wrong about him, you smashed it in a fit of anger."

Only then did Jiang Bin realize that what he told his predecessors was not about this world.Thinking of Jiang Ziqing talking about Wenqu and Wuqu with him earlier, and remembering the storytelling between Bao Zheng and Di Qing that Yang Tinghe took him to the teahouse to listen to, his heart suddenly trembled.

"He mistook you for me, but you were possessed by a demon." Yang Tinghe tore off the skirt of Jiang Bin, who was suddenly frozen and unable to move, and put a cold hand in, "And I—why not? ?”