Chiwuxing

Chapter Ninety-seventh - Mengmei in Juezhong is ecstasy, and Liniang Moshang is sad

The starlight fell into the embroidered window, and was hitting the softly whimpering woman.

The woman suddenly had a headache, stopped crying, looked up, and at some time there was a man standing by the door with familiar features.

Turning tears into laughter, the woman staggered up and ran over, her brows beaming with joy: "You're here..."

Her expression was shy and shy, if she knew that her clothes were disheveled, her hair was disheveled, and the bad makeup from the corners of her eyes had already flowed onto her cheeks, she would be the first to be stunned half of her soul by this painted face.

The woman's eyes couldn't stop sweeping at him, trying to adjust a proper expression, but she couldn't stop the wind and dust from her delicate clothes.

"Mother." The man didn't feel disgusted, but his expression was plain.

"...Son," the woman was taken aback for a moment, then held the man's cheek in her hands, and said in a daze, "You are not...you are my son..."

"Yes."

"My son..." The woman smiled more and more, she held his lapel and did not let go, looked left and right, "My son... when did you grow up so big...you are so handsome...not like your father... ...Your father, listen to your mother, go to your father quickly, go!"

The unusual light in the woman's eyes scattered, as if the night star just now popped out of the eye sockets.

Without moving, the man slowly raised his hand to caress a blood scab on the back of the woman's head: "Does it hurt?"

"Go... go find your father..." the woman kept urging, moving her hands forward and pulling the arms above her head away, "good boy... go... go..."

"where to?"

"Go and find your father... Hurry up..." The woman panicked.

"Where is he?"

"Turn to the main road at the end of the alley...the most magnificent gate house is..."

The man said: "There is no one there, you remember wrongly."

"...How could it be? You go...you go and see..."

The woman became more hasty when she heard the words, and pushed forward with a little impatience, but she didn't know that the man's body was extremely hard, and she just bounced herself to the ground with such force.

The man stepped forward and knelt down, put his hand on the back of her head again, touched the scab that was bleeding again, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt." The woman's eyes were out of focus, and she lay on the ground in a daze, looking at the red tulle dangling above.

The man grabbed her loose hair and lifted her head up from her neck: "...does it hurt?"

"It hurts!...It hurts...it hurts..." The woman grabbed his wrist with both hands and cried, "It hurts...it hurts..."

The man let go slowly, and the woman rolled on the ground, covering her head with both hands, holding a defensive posture.

The man watched her rolling back and forth on the ground from where he was, and after a while, he threw himself on her to prevent her from turning around.

The woman held her head and twisted back and forth, and the man pushed her hands away with his arms, looking into her eyes full of water, he said: "I did it when I died."

The woman's eyes froze, and she groaned in pain with a "wow": "It hurts... my hand... hurts..."

"Where is my dad?"

"Father..." Seeming to be on a nerve again, the woman subconsciously grabbed the man's sleeve again, "Your father... hurry to find your father..."

"Where?"

"At the end of the alley...Gaofu Gate..."

The man stared at her for a long time, and finally squeezed out a little smile.

He got up, walked to the window, reached out and tore off a large piece of red cloth embroidered curtain.Rolled and twisted into a long and narrow silk cloth, bowed and knelt down, stuffed the cloth strip from the side neck of the dazed woman on the ground, then took it out from the other side, and wrapped the silk head loosely. knot, being tied on the other long side.

Here, hook the neck and tie it on yourself according to the same knot.

Looking down at the woman, she said softly: "...Mother, take me to find my father."

"Okay..." The woman nodded blankly, she looked at the bright red under her eyes, and suddenly laughed silly, "It's so beautiful...you are here..."

As if he hadn't heard of it, the man gently lifted him from the ground and whispered, "Mother, let's go."

The woman seemed to be bewitched, she lifted her dress and ran out the door.

The man took a deep look at the back of the woman, turned around and drew his sword, knelt down for a moment, and nailed the blade to the ground through the back of his hand.

A crack was split on the wooden floor, he gritted his teeth and pressed down two parts, like a blooming red plum blooming in the palm of his hand, he insisted on not changing his face.

Suddenly there was a suffocating feeling from the neck, and it became more and more intense. At first, the pair of peach blossom eyes were cold as expected for a moment, then flashed with pain, and finally completely darkened.

"Go to your father... to find... to my father..."

The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and coughed a few times, which made Fu Chen subconsciously palpitate, so he let go of his hand and took two steps back.

Tang Lan's throat tightened, and he was in a trance for a while. He raised his left hand and looked at it for a while, then he came back to his senses, turned his head to a person standing beside him: "Is it you?"

"Heh," Fu Chen's surprised expression faded away, he stood with his arms crossed, raised his lips and sneered, "You don't want to see me?"

"Obvious."

"why?"

"There's no reason," Tang Lan frowned, confused, "...you just wanted to kill me?"

Fu Chen was disdainful: "I want to kill you, do you still have time to talk to me at this time?"

Tang Lan ignored his words and only said: "...how about her?"

"died."

"I'm asking... Ni Chengxin."

"I'm talking about her." Fu Chen still looked at him and repeated, "Dead."

The feeling of suffocation that was strangled just now seemed to spread from the neck to the throat again, Tang Lan opened his dry mouth, and said for a long time, "How did you die?"

Fu Chen said coldly: "Don't you know?"

Tang Lan struggled to sit up, raised his eyes to glance at his expression, and then restrained his anger and said: "...this kind of thing...can be used as a joke?"

"This word can come out of your mouth..." Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's really fresh."

Tang Lan was silent for a moment, and finally said: "...you still hold a grudge."

"I'm not as calm as you," Fu Chen pointedly said, "...and I'm not as cruel as you."

"You think I'm cruel?" Tang Lan said, "If this was your intention, how could you have been fooled by Ni Congwen?"

Fu Chen's expression faded, and he said: "No matter what I do, I will never turn my blade against someone who treats me sincerely."

"Speaking grandly," Tang Lan said, "How can a person who can be cruel to himself treat those around him kindly? Could it be that you are now working with King Yu, and you are not betraying the former Chijia old army? If you say You don't have much affection in it, but King Yu has led the army for so many years, and now he is still ruthless... In the end, everyone is the same, and it's ridiculous to care about who you are with me... "

"Thousands of Chijia personal guards were completely replaced by Ni Congwen, how can they still be the same as King Yu's former personal guards?"

"What about the Yiwei barracks in the subordinate cities? What about the city defenses guarding the border? What about the generals who have been sent to various places?" Tang Lan said, "How come you have learned to make excuses, I thought, you have always admitted it frankly. .”

"Because you're wrong," Fu Chen calmed down a bit, and said again in a deep voice, "I'm not you...Someone will be an exception."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," Tang Lan shook her head lightly, she just woke up from a coma, and still had some headaches, "If you want to have a sudden kindness when you are about to die, it's up to you to be a good person and a saint. Don't expect me to give you a testimony, it's not enough to impress people."

"It doesn't matter which of the two of us will die first," Fu Chen sneered, "I don't want to take care of your business either, I'm afraid that one day you will regret it and let innocent people suffer in vain."

"You underestimated her."

Feeling uninterested, Fu Chen turned around and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Fu Zijie."

Tang Lan called him later.

Fu Chen turned his head.

"How about a favor and a gift?"

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Just tell me what you want me to do, and we'll talk about the rest."

"Find me a piece of red silk seven feet long."

Fu Chen's eyelids twitched quietly, and then he said calmly: "You yourself have long arms and legs, you managed to escape from death, and now you want me to run errands for you?"

"Yes," Tang Lan said confidently, "I want you to do it."

"Okay, I can do it if you want... Anyway, you used to run back and forth to deliver 'medicine and food' for me," Fu Chen said sarcastically, "As for the gift, forget it, you keep it." Give it to someone else."

There was a strange creaking sound when the dilapidated door frame was slammed shut, and most of the light was blocked, as if an old monster that had emerged from the ground was taking advantage of the crowd and going wild.

Tang Lan let out a breath of insignificance, half sneering and half laughing.

Fu Chen moved quickly, and within an hour, he delivered the things.It's just that he didn't come in person, Tang Lan asked the boy about the situation, the latter only vaguely replied that he was going out on business.He thought to himself that this person was so perfunctory that he didn't even want to think of a reason seriously, and he sighed with a smile and at the same time told the boy to remind him to accept the gift in time when he came back in the evening.

Ni Chengxin got the letter after lunch break, and rushed directly from the room without saying a word.

Tang Lanshang was still sitting on the edge of the bed wiping the scabbard, and was startled for a moment by her sudden movement.Standing up slowly, the dizziness persisted.

There was a distance of several feet between the two, and their eyes met, neither of them said a word.

Tang Lan just lowered his eyes, and saw the shape of her waist and abdomen, and felt some inexplicable confusion in his heart, and he couldn't speak more.

Ni Chengxin took the lead, walked up to Tang Lan with a straight waist, and raised her hand to slap her.

A red mark suddenly appeared on his face, Tang Lan stared at him unchanged, and said softly, "Come again."

"Snapped!"

Ni Chengxin was not polite, and slapped him again.

"Come again."

"Snapped!"

"...come again."

"Snapped!"

When the seventh slap came, Tang Lan suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed her wrist, and clasped her thin, plain hand in the palm of his hand.

"Does it hurt?"

Before she could speak, Tang Lan slapped the other side of the face with his right hand and stood still.But in the end, it was the way of martial arts, the right half of his face was covered with bruises, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

Ni Chengxin stared at him, pulled his hand out of his palm, his eyes were flushed: "...how do you know I don't hurt?"

"...but I can't feel it," Tang Lan shook her head, and now her face was much more sinister with a smile on her face, "I can't even feel my own pain."

"So... all of this is my own fault, and I deserve it?"

Every word was gnashing her teeth, and the woman's tone trembled.

"I've never thought about it that way," Tang Lan said seriously, "I don't want to treat you that way either."

Ni Chengxin has her own answer in her heart, and also does not allow others to make random remarks.

Tang Lang stepped forward and gathered his collar, and said softly: "Go change into thicker clothes, I'll take you out, let's talk for a while."

"……where to?"

"A place you like." Tang Lan raised his head and swept across the empty rooms of the prime minister's mansion, vaguely seeing the old glory from the gold dust accumulated on the edge of the table, "You don't like this place, and I don't like it either. I'll go Bring the carriage, let's go outside...to get some fresh air."

After a stick of incense, the gate of Xiangfu was opened by people on both sides.

Since the crown prince ordered the house to be confiscated, most of the servants and servants in the mansion have been cleaned up. At this time, there are no guests, and it is as desolate as an ordinary alley.

The maid walked out with the help of the notorious noble lady of the high mansion in Beijing in the past.

Tang Lan stood alone beside the horse's head, and at a glance from the side, she recognized that it was the red dress worn by the girl when she got married under the candles in Yutang that day.It's just that the hem of the shirt has been changed to a wider style, which looks even more awe-inspiring in the thin winter sunlight.

Ni Chengxin walked towards him step by step.

Tang Lan didn't take his eyes off, and he walked slowly to the front, Fang took off the dark fox fur covering his body, and carefully fastened the buckle belt: "It's cold, be careful of catching cold."

Ni Chengxin watched him finish his movements with downcast eyes, and said, "...can we go?"

Mu Lan, the maid supporting her, looked at her master's pale face, and couldn't help but stop her: "Miss..."

"I know it in my heart." Ni Chengxin stopped her, not knowing who to listen to.

Tang Lan pursed her lips and led her to the sedan chair of the carriage.

Mu Lan looked the carriage up and down, and said hesitantly, "Isn't there... a horse stool for getting on the carriage?"

Tang Lan let go of his hand, took a single step forward, and knelt down on the ground, a section of the spine arched on the back was faintly exposed through the crow green military shirt.

"I am willing to make a sedan chair for you."

Mu Lan was taken aback by this sudden gesture, turned her head to look at Ni Chengxin, and stepped on Ni Chengxin without saying a word.

The little servant girl saw that the people below were as stable as a rock, and did not move.

After Ni Chengxin got into the sedan chair, Tang Lan stood up and said to her, "You don't have to follow, I've ordered people to find another car at the back, and it won't be too late to pick you up later."

Mu Lan said carelessly: "Grandpa... after these incidents, miss, she hasn't even smiled all day long. Now that you're awake, you have to sort out your problems for miss..."

"Don't worry," Tang Lan said with a smile, "In the whole world, there is only one person who can make your young lady truly feel at ease, and he is standing in front of you now... Go back."

Mu Lan didn't dare to look at his bruised and swollen face at first, but now she glanced at him carefully, her spirit was still there, and she still looked good.Thinking about it, when the young lady chose her son-in-law, she was more or less confused by this man's appearance and lost her mind.It's just that the smile is bitter at this time, and still reveals some inexplicable weirdness.

It's a pity that the situation on the king's land is changing, and she can't explore anything, so she responded repeatedly: "...Yes, you walk slowly on the road."

Tang Lan waited until the people at the door had cleared up, and then she kicked the carriage and jumped into the carriage.

"do what?"

Ni Chengxin saw Tang Lan unfold a piece of red silk, and wrapped the pointed spun yarn around her eyes.

"Take you somewhere," Tang Lan whispered in his ear, "Naturally it would be interesting to leave some suspense."

Ni Chengxin smiled: "Okay, listen to you."

Tang Lan squeezed her hand tightly: "Trust me...Leave it to me."

After finishing speaking, just as she was about to lift the curtain to go out, her slender hand held his instead: "Don't let me go."

Tang Lan felt that a piece of hard carrion in her chest was being pulled hard, shrunk so painfully, he kissed her forehead: "Don't let go, you sit on the side, I'll be outside."

Tang Lan stuck half-stretched on the side of the car door and rode his horse. Considering that Ni Chengxin was unwell, he didn't dare to ride too fast, so he just strolled slowly on the road until the setting sun slanted into the gap, lightly half-leaning The curtains of the car are plated with a layer of gold, which is gorgeous and vivid.

"Do you want to dry it?" Tang Lan looked back and saw that the setting sun was shining on the red silk in front of the woman's eyes. Beauty is beautiful, but silk silk is useless. If you keep looking at it, it will hurt your eyes. "Why don't you move?" position to the other side?"

"It's okay," Ni Chengxin opened his eyes and said, "I'm closing them."

Tang Lan couldn't help but looked back for a second time. The shattered sunlight reflected the red wedding dress in different shades.Under the slow swaying of the carriage, it turned into flowing flowers, rolling and jumping in the waves.

He used to think that red should only have one form, which is the color that flows endlessly through the meridians of normal people.If you happen to meet someone with a dark color, you should have done all the evil things you did during your lifetime, and the feces and urine will be piled up in the flesh and blood, so you can practice.Occasionally, it is even more hateful to encounter a light color, such a clean and light blood color, no one is worthy of it.It is unbearable to put it on a person, and when he sees it, it is like using it to infuse the tender core of incense stamens and burn the fragrance of flowers.

"Do you know what I'm thinking of?" Tang Lan asked with narrowed eyes, pulling on the bridle of the horse.

"You think of the day when you and I got married."

Tang Lan laughed: "Is this a tacit understanding, or...you sometimes understand me to the point where I am even afraid."

"No matter how I know you, I haven't changed your mind at all."

"Why change?"

"No, I didn't think about that," Ni Chengxin said in the carriage, "I'm just speaking in all sincerity, you always make me full of ambition, because this kind of joy can't be controlled by myself, and because of this kind of joy, I do things that I never thought of. "

"It's the first time you've said that." Tang Lan's eyes paled, "You've never said that to me before."

"I used to be sentimental, thinking that you might realize it," Ni Chengxin's eyes blushed, "I later realized that it wasn't your fault, but you didn't want to stop, and you didn't want to think about it."

"During the days when you were in a coma, I always recall those years when we first met. If you had [-]% to find your own affairs, I would be very selfish and delusional. At least until now, you and I can't get rid of the relationship."

Tang Lan tightened her hands and said, "You underestimate yourself."

He looked up at Liupo Mandao who was getting closer, and suddenly hoped that everything was true.

All the falsehoods that he once disdained, despised, shameless, and hated were all true. The arrogant and willful lady of the prime minister's family was true, and so was the poor Wuzi who was willing to marry him.The wits and beauties in the playbook are all true, and it is also true that they turn butterflies into birds and fly together.

If all this is true, who else is that false?

"Oh," Tang Lan's heart twitched, and he pulled the reins to stop the horse, squeezed the catkin in his palm, and said inwardly, "Here we are."

He got into the carriage, bowed to block his shoulders, passed his hand through the woman's knees, turned around and flew out of the carriage, and landed safely.

"There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, nothing can compare to a thousand gold in your arms," ​​Tang Lan said with lowered eyes, "...today I will understand the meaning of it."

Ni Chengxin clung to his hand and moved: "Put me down, I'll go by myself."

Tang Lan did as he said, and carefully straightened the red gauze at her temples, and even tied the two circles of silk cloth around her neck to tie a knot, and said: "At the beginning, the wedding ceremony of the Prime Minister's Mansion was simple, and here we are. , Quan should make an appointment with Heaven and Earth again, how about it?"

Ni Chengxin smiled, and took his words back to him: "Lucky concubine, sweet as sweet."

The two walked towards the slope garden hand in hand, the fragrant and piercing breath hit their faces, and Ni Chengxin roughly guessed where it was.

Tang Lan walked extremely slowly, as if deliberately visiting the location.But Ni Chengxin knew that he was looking at her, even through the red gauze, she couldn't resist the warmth and breath of his gaze.In fact, the tacit understanding between the two of them doesn't need the intervention and interference of others.It's just that the birth ceremony is over, and the funeral is still waiting.

Tang Lan stopped, and Ni Chengxin followed suit.

"Do you still remember the song you sneaked out of your house when you were seven years old and took me to the tiles to listen to it?" Tang Lan turned around and hugged her, and said softly.

"Remember." Ni Chengxin said while stuffed in his arms.

"You sang so many songs later, but you lost that one." Tang Lan rubbed her hair on the sideburns, smelling a delicate fragrance of flowers.

"Singing for others is all fake." Ni Chengxin closed his eyes and said.

"Then you sing it to me again?"

No one knew, Miss Ni's voice moistened her throat.Hongxiangge is cited as the success of the champagne geisha in the building, which may be as talented as it is.

Ni Chengxin sang in a low voice:

"Spring feast, sing a song with a glass of green wine."

Tang Lan recited in a low voice at the same time, and the two voices harmonized:

"Farewell to Meng Dong, Hong Ling's seven-foot song is still on."

The woman froze, and suddenly became hoarse, and the young man coaxed in a low voice: "...Go on, I want to hear it."

"Farewell to Chen Sanyuan—"

"Farewell to Chen Sanyuan—"

Sing and chant, one delicate and one deep.The setting sun and the moonlight reciprocate each other, and the river abandons the open source and rushes to Haibo.Winter snow does not complain, spring hides.

"I wish you a thousand years old."

"One wish for my lord to prolong his life."

"...Second wish, my concubine will always be healthy."

"Second wish wife and son Yan Ran."

Ni Chengxin raised her hand to get rid of the wet red cloth in front of her eyes, but Tang Lan pressed down her arm and pinched it habitually.

"The three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, and we will meet each other every year..."

"If you participate in the negotiation of the three vows, you will not be disabled after a lifetime."

The woman hid in his arms, biting her lower lip: "...Since you knew what I meant at the beginning, why use this to mock me at this time."

"Chengxin, listen to me," Tang Lan closed her eyes, "... I was the one who messed up your life. It has nothing to do with your wishes. I can do whatever I want outside, but things are different for everyone. Everyone is like this, but it's messed up. The sky is biased, you... very good, you deserve that kind of life... this child... I don't deserve it. "

"……opinionated."

"No, I'm just a cold-blooded dirty bastard, and he followed me with me," Tang Lan reached out and untied the veil from the back of the woman's head, loosely tied it around her hair, and then laughed, "This is a made-up What kind of evil..."

"You want to die with me?"

"Dare you?"

"Among the origins, when did I 'dare not' to do anything about you?"

"Then you dare to answer me," Tang Lan said again slowly, "will you live well while I'm not around?"

Before Ni Chengxin could react, the warmth in front of him suddenly withdrew, and a gust of cold wind blew into his neck.She subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, and only touched a piece of silk that was slipping away quickly. The sky was shining brightly in front of her eyes, she was holding the silk tightly with both hands, and she was dragged forward two steps, only then did she realize that she was standing right now. On the edge of a high cliff, and a few steps away on the top of the cliff, stands the man with the red silk around his neck.

At this moment, the mysterious light of the bright red silk seemed to illuminate Tang Lan's peach blossom eyes that had fascinated her for so many nights. Time is loaded into it.

It's a pity that when an old friend returns, it is often a matter of regret and sorrow, not the joy of reunion.

Tang Lan stared at her with a smile, and portrayed her expression in her heart:

"Chengxin, look back."

"Don't look," Ni Chengxin's eyes were red and his lips trembled, but he still said firmly, "As soon as I turn around, you will run away."

"If you let go now, I will die if I go down; if you don't let go, I will die."

The blood-red silk scarf is frighteningly bright in the early winter mountain mist, just like the magpie bridge between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, forever telling the hopelessness of reunion through cruel separation.

Ni Chengxin's pale lips moved dryly, but he didn't speak.

"For so many years, I know that you have been trying to pull me up." Tang Lan's eyes turned red, as if she was being burned, "but what you did, to me, was just to make me change my way of death and end up with you." It's just a hand... But even so, I'm willing."

"You have to hold on tightly," Tang Lan bent her lips and smiled again. The green cypresses and misty clouds in the mountains and valleys are all concentrated in it. The most intense crimson is not as good as the two spots of lacquer in the quiet and distant eyes. ink.I saw that the young man turned his eyes a little bit, as if looking back through the woman's shoulder, "... Fu Zijie, my wife is inconvenient, so I need your help."

The young man appeared at some unknown time, Fu Chen approached two steps not far behind the woman, and stared at him silently with two black eyes.

Ni Chengxin clenched her palms tightly, the beads of water leaking from her fingertips happened to seep into the silk scarf, darkening the color.

The corners of the crow-blue robe bulged in the wind, and the cold air rolled in, enveloping the clouds, soil and sky.

Tang Lan widened her eyes, exhaled the air lifted in her chest inch by inch, relaxed her arms, and fell back gently.The world is spinning in front of my eyes, the beautiful scenery at this moment, this illusory take-off, must be followed by an expected and accelerated fall.

The seven-foot red silk quickly slid outwards, Ni Chengxin couldn't hold on, and suddenly limped forward, and the people behind pulled her back tightly——

With the weight to the end, the thin silk scarf was stretched into a fragile straight line.

But in an instant.

The weather is calm and the people have died.

Fu Chen tilted his head and asked the woman silently, Ni Chengxin's face was pale, but there was an uprightness that was not urged by the wind and rain.

It was quiet for a long time.

"Please, pull him up."

Ni Chengxin turned around and looked back.

As far as the eye can see, the red plums and Qiongzhi all over the mountains are opening their most colorful and proud appearance in this early winter season.The green hills do not hide their fierceness, but are willing to serve as a foil, and the dead trees cover their leaves to hide, and they are willing to bow down.

The four outstretched branches are full of red, but they are no more than ordinary branches begging for mercy.From the top of the peak to the foot of the mountain, two parties of madmen accompanied them, leaving a clean, dust-free stone road.

A drop of pistil leisurely fell on the woman's front.