The blood marriage of Liao Zhai

"Well, how could I forget."

...A lot of things don't need to be said. After knowing each other for so many years, how could they not know each other's thoughts.It is not as passionate as the mountains and rivers, but I only hope that the king's heart is like my heart.

It was getting dark gradually, and the two staggered back home somehow, and were escorted into the room by the guards at the door.Xu was drunk and confused, Ziqin looked at Zhuoyu, his handsome face had already revealed sharp edges and corners.To think it was so unreal, since we have known each other for more than ten years, we already know each other well.In the past two years, they have connected with each other even more. At first, Ziqin just thought that Zhuoyu might be interested, so he had a good time with him.Those sweet words were just coaxing him, but they never thought that the relationship between the two of them is getting stronger now, if they separate now, wouldn't it be that his flesh and blood would be separated, which would be unspeakably miserable.

"Ziqin..." Zhuoyu looked at Ziqin staring at him obsessively, unable to see what he was thinking, so he could only call him.

Ziqin suddenly wrapped his arms around Zhuoyu's neck, and leaned forward to kiss his lips.In front of a beauty, Zhuoyu couldn't do Liu Xiahui, so hugging Ziqin deepened the kiss.Lips and teeth depend on each other.Zhuoyu was happy in his heart, but he was unspeakably uneasy. His Ziqin, like a little old man, had always been well-behaved. The two of them had been together for so long and had always exchanged love and stopped greeting. Most of the time, he was the one who made a lot of rogues, brazenly pestering Ziqin, and at most he got a young man's red cheeks and a word of shamelessness.Never been closer than today.I never expected his Ziqin to be so active today, how could he not be distracted, how could he not be happy.Ziqin is like a Gu implanted in his body, from time to time his status is lowered by emotion, and he can only sink and float in it.

"Crack" The porcelain cup made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.It woke up two people who were drunk and dreaming.

The two turned their heads to see the shocked Crown Princess standing at the gate tower.Really jumped, "You...Nizi..." The concubine panicked, raised her hand and took the riding whip on the side, and whipped it at Ziqin.Ziqin didn't hide, and most of the wine was sober.Called "Sister..." The princess couldn't hear his voice at all, her dignified and virtuous look was gone, and she looked at Ziqin with disgust.His subordinates showed no mercy at all, they lashed at Ziqin's body with a whip, as if they wanted to beat Ziqin to death.

"Where did you learn all the sage books... Where did you lose all the etiquette, righteousness and shame?" The princess seemed a little hysterical, and her expression was even more ugly, as if she was looking at an enemy.

Ziqin knelt there straight and didn't hide, and didn't intend to clarify, so he straightened up and didn't move at all.Let her say "I don't regret it" with an invisible resoluteness on her face, and an emotion of seeing death as home.Zhuoyu has always known that Ziqin is stubborn, and he thought that the two of them could fool the princess by pretending to fool her, but he never thought that Ziqin was going to admit it. He had never felt that Ziqin's thin body had such great determination. .Zhuoyu didn't expect that the Crown Princess would really be cruel, like an enemy, and before she could be suspicious, she rushed forward to block Ziqin's whip.The whip fell on him, and he hissed in pain. He was doted on in every possible way since childhood, even if he tore the emperor's book, he was only scolded lightly. It was the first time in my life that I was beaten.He couldn't even imagine how a woman could have such great strength in her body, but Ziqin didn't even say a word, but just bit his lips tightly, enduring the pain, maybe when he didn't know, his Ziqin Already used to this.

Seeing the whip falling on Zhuoyu, the princess seemed to calm down a little, stopped, her face was very ugly, after all she knew the other party's noble status, she didn't dare to strike again, so she said, "Young Lord, I will deal with it." Little brother, please go back. My whip doesn’t have eyes, it’s not good if it breaks your rich body.” There was an irresistible sarcasm in his tone.

Ziqin raised his head with a pale face, and there was still a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth, "Zhuoyu, you go first." Ziqin's tone was mild, but a little weak.Seeing Ziqin like this, how could Zhuoyu abandon him at this time, although he is usually out of tune in Zhuoyu, but he also knows what a gentleman can do and what he can't do.Seeing that the young master was about to hang on here, the princess called the servant girl and asked her to go to the palace to explain the ins and outs of the matter in person. After a while, some soldiers carried Zhuoyu back to the palace and let him do whatever he wanted. Hoarse, no matter how much he struggled, he never stopped walking away.There was a lot of commotion, all the women in the palace were standing in the hall, and the person sitting in the upper place was his prince, who could be seen across the hall with his face full of anger, sitting on the hall with a stick, majestic like It is to try criminals.The concubine looked at Zhuoyu and really hated iron for being weak.Before he could speak, tears fell, and he wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

The mother on the side was afraid that the knife and stick would not have eyes and hurt her little ancestor, so she hurriedly persuaded Zhuoyu, "Little ancestor, don't be stubborn with your father, that stick has no eyes, just admit your mistake."

Zhuoyu, standing in the hall, unyielding, he thought that he had never stood in front of the old man so straightly in his life, "I want to beat...I want to punish me, but I want to see Ziqin." At this moment, he was determined. His tone of voice reflected a bit of the aura of a man who is upright and upright.

The prince saw that he had no intention of repentance, and couldn't bear the woman in the inner house to stop him from doing it. He was so angry that he could only lock Zhuoyu into the room and let the soldiers guard him day and night.Let Zhuoyu play around in the room. This time, he wanted him to have a long memory. He looked at the crying woman beside him, a loving mother with many failures.

That night, the noise from the Prince's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion never stopped.This night, the lights of the two mansions were not turned off, and they were lit all night.

For so many days, Zhuoyu was locked in the room and was not allowed to go out. His old man let the soldiers guard him as if he was watching the kidnappers.Every day and every night, he wondered if his Ziqin was okay. At the beginning, he was clamoring to go out, but he didn't get a response for a long time, but he was weak and helpless.Gradually, it also became quiet, only occasionally standing by the table, writing something over and over again.The weak candlelight jumped up and down, as if the soul was dancing out of his life.The whole room was quiet, only Zhuoyu sitting there with stubble on his face.He didn't seem to be angry, just sat there, motionless. When the prince and the princess came in, there was a white paper on the floor, which was covered with the word Ziqin. When the prince walked in, he didn't even move his eyelids. shell.Wang Hao, a woman who has never experienced any major events, shed tears when she saw Zhuo Yu like this. Her son, who was favored by Rong since childhood, is now in a state of embarrassment like a walking dead.After all, the prince has seen the big world, he knows that Zhuoyu is silently resisting, and he also sees a trace of persistence from his son, but he doesn't know whether it is joy or sorrow.In the past, I only knew that he and Ziqin were good friends, and I also wondered how they could get along because they were so different, but I never thought that the two of them deviated from the scriptures and had feelings for each other. If Ziqin is a daughter of a good family, He would definitely come to propose marriage without saying a word, but he absolutely shouldn't, how can a man be tolerated in the world when he is in love.Glancing at Zhuoyu, he said, "I've fixed a lady from the Xia family for you...we'll get married in two months." Zhuoyu still didn't move his eyelids.I don't know whether I heard it or not.

"Even if you marry a flirtatious woman, I don't care about you. Why do you want to provoke Ziqin, that child... hey" The prince was angry and angry. After all, he was only a son, and he sighed deeply for a moment.

Zhuoyu seemed to have heard something, stood up, pulled his old man's skirt and asked, "Ziqin, how is he..."

When the princess heard that Zhuoyu still didn't give up, she shed tears even more fiercely. "This is given to you by Ziqin, you can do it yourself!" The prince walked out helplessly.Zhuoyu took the letter with trembling hands,

"Zhuoyu, estimate and in an instant, we should never, never should, men fall in love, but there is no result.Don't think about me anymore, give your heart to me and give it to others.We don't go to hell and don't meet each other, we cherish each other.

……

Ziqin falls. '

The letter paper fell with the wind, and under the light, Zhuo Yu's embarrassed face showed some hopeless smiles. "Hahahahahahaha..." He laughed at himself for struggling and became a joke in the eyes of others, but his Ziqin wanted to break up with him, and let you be a passerby from now on.He felt a piece of his heart was deeply taken away, and he gasped for breath due to the pain.He doesn't hate Ziqin's determination, he hates Ziqin's cowardice, what's the use of his own struggle, he fights hard, but Ziqin abandons him at this moment. "Hahaha..." He suddenly laughed and rushed out the door, "Okay, you want to be a stranger to me, as you wish" He shouted into the night sky, the resistance for so long, the heart and body Exhausted, he went straight to the yard, had a high fever all night and all night, and said some unknown nonsense, the woman in the first room was in a hurry, and the prince just sat in the lobby all night and sighed, He has been a soldier all his life and only has one son, so how can he not feel sorry for him.But the concubine is a woman who only knows how to care for her husband and teach her children, and has never encountered any major events. Her son has been suffering from pain in his heart since he was a child, but he has become like this now. Has.

That night, some light snow fell one after another, so sparse that it couldn't accumulate on the ground.But the weather is really getting colder, people shivering from the cold, some people are looking for winter clothes in a hurry, the clothes that haven't been dried in time carry the musty smell of last year, I just hope there won't be any root causes.Winter seems to have come earlier this year.

Later, Zhuoyu seemed to have returned to those days of drunkenness and dreaming. Everything went back to the beginning. Today, I invite friends to go out in the snow to find flowers, and tomorrow I will push Pai Gow at someone’s house. Eight out of ten days, I will be carried home by the servants. Yes, with the smell of dust and powder on his body, he shouted drunkenly: "Hey, come, drink again..." None of those people mentioned that Ziqin who was separated by a wall, as if there had never been such a person.

In the winter, in order to let the two children meet, the princess invited the children of various families, which was considered a small gathering.In the days of freezing human bones, the snow turned from light snow to heavy snow, and layers of snow were accumulated on the road.Occasionally, pedestrians rushing home for the New Year stepped on the snow and sand, making a creaking sound.There were also sounds of children coming out to play in the snow and being scolded by their families to go back, but otherwise it was quiet.The palace was full of excitement, and the hanging lanterns lit up half of the sky.There was a heavy sound of stinging at the door, and it hit people's hearts one after another, making the sheet feel heavy.Then someone came to open the door, and the young man was waiting at the door, "My master said, let the young master please come back." The young man's thin body seemed to be trembling non-stop.

"Let me see Zhuoyu, please." The young man knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and the guard really couldn't bear it, so he went in to ask again.It's just that this time it's still like this, "Our young master said, please go back, son. He won't see you"

"Are you sure it was your young master who said it?" the young man asked in disbelief.

"Our master asked me to ask the young master personally, and it was indeed the young master who said he didn't want to see him."

The young man turned around stupidly, as if he had been hit by something, he no longer persisted in asking questions, and left the luxurious mansion step by step in a daze, unable to see the expression on his face, dragging his thin body, walking In the snow, whispering something in my mouth

"We're going to make a lamp bigger than this one and hang it at the door..."

"When I am weak, I will take you out of the house..."

"I want to be with you for as long as I want..."

The road I walked made a crackling sound, and deep footprints were left, which were covered by falling snow again.No one saw that the boy's feet without shoes turned purple in the winter.Like a walking dead, it disappeared into the wind and snow little by little until it disappeared.People return on a snowy night, and there are still women who stay with guests, but some people can't wait for the guarding lights to come on.

Occasionally, there were quarrels in the distance, and it was quiet after a while.In the end it was peaceful.

And Zhuoyu in the palace was restless at the moment. When the servant came to inform Ziqin to look for him, his calm heart had already stirred up a lot of ripples, but his pride made him unable to forgive Ziqin all at once. But now the irritability in his heart is lingering, and it seems to tell him that he is losing something.He forced himself to rest, but when he closed his eyes, it was full of Ziqin's appearance, his eyebrows, his lips and teeth, and his smile.Finally fell asleep, but there was blood all over the place, his Ziqin lay there, covered in blood, cried "Zhuoyu, save me" and then woke up again.In such a cold winter night, he broke out in sweat. He didn't dare to sleep anymore, and opened his eyes until dawn.Can't wait to go to the prince's mansion next door, "Ziqin, Ziqin...you come out" he rushed in to look for Ziqin, but no matter how much he shouted, no one answered.The servant rushed to stop him, but he couldn't stop him.No study, no garden, no behind the willow tree... There is no Ziqin anywhere.

"Where is Ziqin..." He grabbed the servant's clothes and asked

The servant answered tremblingly, for fear that the proud son of heaven would end his life if he was not satisfied, "Master, he...he didn't come back after going out the day before yesterday..."

"Tell me clearly, what do you mean by not coming back?"

"That's right, it's just missing. The Crown Princess has already sent someone to look for it, but so far there is no result. I'm afraid it's..." The man said hesitantly.

"Afraid of what... say"

"I'm afraid there will be more bad luck than good luck."

"It's more bad than good..." Zhuoyu tried hard to figure out the meaning of this sentence, but it was impossible, last night, Ziqin was still at their door, how could he disappear the day before yesterday, something is wrong.Zhuoyu clutched his heart, the pain hit him all of a sudden, the ridiculous thing is that he only knew what he had lost at this moment, his damned pride.

It snowed all night before it began to clear up. The eaves and bridges were covered with white snow all night, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. Occasionally, some people wanted to take advantage of the snow to earn some money to support their families. During the Chinese New Year, some people are willing to sit at a sparse stall and drink a bowl of hot ginger soup and bean curd.

"Did you see it? It's true. I don't know what it is. It's such a big mess. Could it be human blood?" The people drinking morning tea said vividly and exaggeratedly.Suddenly attracted many people to participate in this topic.

Someone also said, "Who knows? It snowed so heavily yesterday. No one saw it. Maybe it's a ghost in the mountains that sucks human blood..." The person said it vividly, scaring the children beside him to cry, which aroused The bystanders roared with laughter.

Rumors spread everywhere, and occasionally a woman talked about the horrors of ghosts in the mountains in order to frighten the children who did not return home.Then he led his son home, muttering "Don't run too far in the future"

Many people, from the palace and the government, were dispatched to search every day and night.Those people were also exhausted, and they were very reluctant to go out again.Nanshan is the place where he has found the most. If there is no place here, then he is really powerless.How could such a good person disappear out of thin air?Even if he leaves, there will be some clues left behind, so there should be no news, unless...unless he is dead.Zhuoyu didn't want to think about this point, nor did he dare to think about it.

"Zhuoyu..." A familiar voice came from behind, and Zhuoyu almost turned around with trembling hands.Under the moonlight, the man was wearing a red dress, like someone who was going to marry, shining unparalleled.The slender figure, the thin body, seems to be able to see the faintly exposed collarbone, and then up is the familiar mouth, familiar eyes, familiar face, much paler than before, and the whole person is also much thinner .These are not important, what is important is that he finds that person.

Seeing this real person suddenly appearing in front of him, Zhuoyu choked up his voice and called out the name that he had been thinking about day and night, "Ziqin..." and ran up to grab that person, rubbing that person Tensioned, it seemed to be embedded in the flesh and blood.The man didn't respond either, he just let him hug him blankly.

During this time, Zhuoyu misses him like crazy, and misses the feeling of holding him in his arms. "Where have you been……"

"I..." Ziqin didn't know what to say.Can only let him hold.

"Ziqin, you are so cold..." Zhuoyu tried hard to take the body temperature to warm Ziqin, but he couldn't get warm no matter what.The body in my arms is so cold.

The longing and fear accumulated for many days finally broke out, and he Zhuoyu finally knew what Ziqin meant to him. The drops cannot be peeled off at all.For several days, he was afraid that he would finally have to admit that Ziqin might be dead, killed by a ghost in the mountains.He didn't even dare to pass through those streets and alleys, for fear of hearing the story of some ghost eating the young prince.Now that Ziqin was in front of him, he laughed and cried, "Fortunately, you're still alive." But he didn't see the person in front of him hesitating to speak.That day, the desire came so strongly.Zhuoyu kissed him fiercely, and the words that Ziqin had no time to refuse were swallowed by Zhuoyu. The young man seemed to have lost his mind, desperately trying to rub him into his body.The overlapping figures in the tent of the red building and the moans one after another are a lively dream.I don't know that the opera singer there is singing, "Advise you to cherish your concubine's love, and make a feast of phoenixes at night, don't abandon your concubine..." Such a melodious voice drifted into the depths of the alley, so charming.

The sun shone into the room, cast shadows all over the ground, and then shone on Zhuoyu's face, making it warm. Zhuoyu rubbed his eyes, trying to feel something, but there was nothing. Wherever his hand went, it was cold , how can anyone's breath.Where did Ziqin go?If it weren't for the charming smell and the messy sheets in the room, Zhuoyu would have thought that she was crazy about missing her and had a dream all night.Afraid of losing it again, he immediately sat up and looked for the person he was thinking of. Then Zhuoyu carefully looked at this small courtyard. Was there a house like this at the foot of Nanshan before?Why didn't I find out.While he was thinking, someone pushed the door open, and Zhuoyu saw Ziqin put away the umbrella in his hand and came in with fruits in his hands. "Is it raining outside?" Zhuoyu looked around curiously.What I saw was a sunny day.

Ziqin put down the things in his hand, and then said, "I'm afraid of snow." Zhuoyu looked at his white face that was almost transparent, and seemed to be unable to understand, feeling strange in his heart, but he couldn't say it was strange. "I picked some fruits, you eat..." He put the fruits in front of Zhuoyu, and Zhuoyu gave him a suspicious look, he really couldn't imagine Ziqin climbing a tree to pick melon seeds. "Zhuoyu...I will stay here all the time and won't go back, and you too...don't tell others that I'm here."

Zhuoyu froze for a moment when he bit the fruit, and then thought that maybe Ziqin ran out on purpose, "Well, I won't go back. I'll be with you." He didn't want Ziqin to go back again, they seem to live in seclusion in the mountains like this. That's right, let them get married and make trouble, he just wants to stay with Ziqin now.

Zhuoyu got up, hugged Ziqin from behind, put her head on his shoulder, and tried hard to let herself feel this truth.When did his Ziqin start to be so cold, there was no temperature at all, could it be that the weather has been too cold recently.Then coaxed dotingly, "Ziqin, let's go for a walk..." But he felt the person in his arms stiffen.

"I'm a little tired, I want to sleep, go out by yourself!" Now that Xiao Biesheng is newly married, Zhuoyu sees that he doesn't want to go out, so he can only obey him, and the two of them pushed into the inner room.Ziqin lay on the bed and seemed to be asleep, and could not hear the sound of breathing.He was still wearing the bright red robe, which had not been changed and was not dirty.Occasionally, Ziqin's collarbone can be seen from the neckline.The hickey on the neck spread all the way to the collarbone and then to the underwear.Zhuoyu suddenly felt a hot current rushing to his lower abdomen, hurriedly washed his face with cold water, calmed down, and then secretly scolded himself for being worthless.

The days were just like this, and the two of them settled down in this small house as if they were passing through the days. After all, Zhuoyu was a young master, and he deliberately wanted to add something to this small house, which seemed interesting. He was more popular, but Ziqin didn't want to go out, no matter how hard he tried, Ziqin didn't agree to him as before.Instead, there were many excuses, saying that the sun was too high, and I didn't sleep well yesterday... Occasionally, I was willing to go out for a walk with Zhuoyu at night. Ziqin's body was still cold, but he was wearing very thin clothes, and I didn't see him complaining about being cold.Still wearing the bright red wedding dress, walking quietly like a ghost.You can also vaguely see the traces left by the love on the neck, looking at Zhuoyu's heart, I don't know where to go, I can only read silently, don't look at evil, don't look at evil.In exchange for Ziqin's chuckle.For some reason, Zhuoyu felt that there was something different about Ziqin, as if he had added a little style more intentionally than before.

Occasionally, I walked to the edge of the river embankment. I don’t know when, there were red medicines growing there, a large area, blooming enthusiastically in winter, reflecting the unmelted snow, and the sudden beauty of splitting.Ziqin doesn't seem to like red medicine anymore. Every time he walks to the red medicine, Zhuoyu will point it out to him, saying, don't you like red medicine the most? Do you want to go and have a look? Look, it grows so much all of a sudden What a red pill, could it be that someone secretly buried his lover's bones here, hahaha.Hearing Zhuoyu's joke, Ziqin seemed to turn pale and ugly all of a sudden, and then said he wanted to go back.Regardless of Zhuoyu's wishes, he escaped from that place by himself.

Ziqin would not let Zhuoyu touch him most of the time, at most he just leaned against Zhuoyu's arms, leaning quietly, motionless.I don't know the taste of food, and I know I'm addicted to it after trying it. Sometimes Zhuoyu secretly thinks that Ziqin is testing his willpower.As the weather gradually warmed up, Ziqin became more and more lazy, leaning against the back room and unwilling to come out, as lazy as a cat.Occasionally, Zhuoyu woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't see Ziqin, and then he stayed awake all night, looking at the roof until dawn.

The doubts in my heart deepened day by day.It's just that she didn't ask for a long time, "Ziqin, where did you go after that day?" "Why did you wear this red wedding dress every day?" "Why can't I seem to hear your heartbeat?" "Why...?" So many questions weighed on Zhuoyu's heart, he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to ask, the answer seemed to come out soon.In the end, the depression could only be vented on Ziqin, Zhuoyu bit Ziqin's earlobe fiercely, and all he got in return was moaning.Can't get an answer either.Even when the two of them were tossing and raining, Ziqin was still cold all over, except for the flush on his face, his body had no temperature at all.

This kind of depression and doubts will eventually come to a point. Finally, one day after the two had a big fight, Zhuoyu rushed out the door. When he went out, he still remembered Ziqin saying to him, "Are you tired of me in the end?" ?” The sadness in those eyes seemed to engulf Zhuoyu.Now that he was wandering aimlessly by the bridge without people, even if he regretted it, it would be useless.They have already run out, the proud young master is unwilling to admit his mistakes in such a hurry, not to mention, Ziqin has too many things to hide from him.It will take two days before I go back, I will go back to the palace first.

Some people say that ghosts will always linger in the place where they lived before they died on the day of reunion.Some people also said, ghost, I don't know I'm dead, so before Qiqi, I will stay in this world as usual, and I don't want to leave.Some people also said, ghost, you have not returned after Qiqi, and you have become a ghost.Before death, there was too much resentment or too deep attachment, and there was no way to get rid of it.This kind of ghost, there are things that you can't let go of.

In the wet and cold night, some dew dripped from the eaves sparsely, tick-tocking, so that the moonless night looked extraordinarily cold. Those who returned home found their place early, and the lanterns that illuminate pedestrians at the intersection could not stand the wet and cold night. down.Occasionally, lights appear in the alley, and the hurried footsteps seem to tell ulterior secrets.He was wearing a black cloak, occasionally under the light of the lantern, revealing a pair of black and white eyes, the man looked back from time to time, then stepped up, came to the heartbroken bridge leading to the outside of the city, and from behind I took out something and lit it with the fire of a lantern. When the fire met the ghost paper, it sprang up immediately, and the dark night was printed on it, swaying left and right like a will-o'-the-wisp, flowing strangely in the air.

"Ziqin...you take care of the money. Find a good firstborn." A soft female voice came out of that mouth. "Sister, it's a last resort"

A wind blew, and the woman's cloak and hat were blown off, revealing a plain face. It was Ziqin's eldest sister, the princess.The woman turned her head, trying to see what was nearby, and then turned around, only to find that the fire in front of her had been extinguished. Horror climbed up her face, as if something was approaching a little bit, and she tremblingly held the fire. Looking at the lantern, I hope that this faint light will give me some support and courage.But the next moment, the wind blew past, and even the only light source in his hand was extinguished.

The woman's face was pale, and her tone was a little trembling, "Who is it, come out. Don't play tricks." When people are frightened, their senses are always extra sensitive.The woman seemed to be able to feel what was behind her, and slowly climbed up from her back to her shoulders, the smell of blood permeated the entire nasal cavity, and the sound of heavy breathing came to her ears, she wanted to escape but couldn't move, like He stopped on the spot like a heavy weight, feeling the breath of that thing getting closer and closer, almost reaching the earlobe, the woman's eyes widened because of panic, and her pale face seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat in her chest to her throat , that thing was right next to my ear, softly saying "Sister...".Instinctively want to turn around, instinctively want to scream.Horror occupied all the senses of the woman, almost instantly, and she knew what was behind her.

Turning around in horror, "Ah...don't come here, don't blame me...go away..." The woman screamed, trying to erase what was in front of her eyes.He fell to the ground, waving his hands.

"What's wrong with you..." Zhuoyu just wanted to step forward to find out what she was doing.It seemed to frighten the person in front of him.

"Go away...go away...I didn't kill you..." the woman said something disorganized, looking a little crazy.

Zhuoyu grabbed her waving hand, "Hey..." Only then did he see the person in front of him, it was not the princess who was the concubine, "You are... Ziqin's elder sister" She seemed to recognize Zhuoyu, and heard Ziqin's face turned pale again, muttering "No, it's nothing..." He almost crawled to his feet, disregarding the slightest bit of etiquette, broke free from Zhuoyu's hand, and fled with a flustered expression.

Zhuoyu saw the unburned ghost paper and ashes beside him, and thought of what the princess said just now, and frowned, "Who is she paying homage to? Who... died?" It seemed that there was a certain face in memory. Together, he was taken aback by his own thoughts, secretly laughing at himself.But this kind of thought lingered again, as if reminding him that the truth was like this.He could only quicken his pace and rush back to the palace.

He didn't see the red shadow beside the Broken Heart Bridge after he left, looking at the ashes on the ground with endless sadness.

"Young master, the young master is back." Seeing Zhuoyu stepping in, the servant rushed to report.She ran in almost staggeringly, and then the concubine hurried out with a group of women from the inner house.Seeing the appearance of Zhuoyu who had disappeared for a few days, everyone seemed to weep with joy.

The princess touched Zhuoyu's face with almost trembling hands, with tears in her eyes, "My son! You are back."

"Master Hou, you know that the concubine doesn't think about food and drink these days, so many people have been sent to look for you, almost searching all over the imperial city, and you are finally back," said the nun beside her while wiping her tears.

Zhuoyu was very strange, he always thought that his family did not look for him, so there was no outside news.But now it seems that there is something wrong. With the power of the palace, he and Ziqin should be discovered soon. "I'm in the south..." No, just like when he was looking for Ziqin, no one seemed to know the small courtyard at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. If Ziqin hadn't come out by himself, he would never have been able to find him.What's so strange, I can't tell.The house seemed to emerge out of nowhere but was invisible to the outside world, Zhuoyu was taken aback by his own thoughts.

"What..." A large group of women seemed to be waiting for his explanation, but Zhuoyu shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm tired and want to go back to my room."

"Forget it, it's good to be back, go to rest, I'll ask Lan'er to bring you some food, Zhuoyu, you've lost a lot of weight!" The princess's gentle voice revealed infinite love, which made Zhuoyu suddenly Feeling guilty, she could only go back to the room in Shanshan.

After Zhuoyu washed himself, he stayed in the study for a long time, and his doubts became deeper and deeper. He wrote down almost all doubts on the paper. The strange Ziqin, the strange princess, after thinking for a long time, there is still one thing missing, Is there something wrong with "Lin Hu..."

"Hou Ye"

"Help me find someone to paint a few more pictures of this painting, and then distribute it. As long as there is something about this person, there will be a lot of rewards."

"Yes" Lin Hu took the paper handed over by his master Hou. On the paper was a man in a red wedding dress with delicate features, standing there with a faint smile, independent from the world.Really peerless.

Zhuoyu seemed to have something to say, and thought for a long time, "Also, especially the Prince's Mansion, find a way to let them see this painting"

Now all that is left is to wait for the news. His departure is not only because of anger, but also what Ziqin has not told him. He must find out.I just don’t know if Ziqin is still angry with him, rubbing the boy to sleep every day, but he couldn’t get used to it when he returned to the palace tonight. In the cold and humid night, Zhuoyu missed Ziqin, even if it was his body without temperature. , I also miss, most of them are his collarbone, his cheeks, everything, he misses everything, he laughs at himself that he can't live.In this way, he stayed up until dawn, but the shadows in front of him were a little darker.He looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Zhuoyu, you are finished."

The afternoon sun shone into the mansion, and just when Zhuoyu's thoughts were drifting away, Lin Hu came back, "Master Hou, I have some news, bring it in."

"Young Master..." The man knelt on the ground tremblingly, occasionally looking at Zhuoyu from the corner of his eye.

Zhuoyu felt that he looked familiar, so he asked him to look up, and only then did he know that it was the kitchen and guard of the Prince's Mansion. "Tell me everything you know, it will be in your own interest." Hearing this, the man seemed to be a bit greedy, and he was almost calculating the benefits he could get, "But if you lie to me, the consequences... I hope you can afford it." Hearing this, the man's face seemed to change a little, and he buried his head even lower.

"The little one knows everything. A while ago, it was when the young master and the young master were fighting in the mansion..." He sneaked a glance at that person, and then said cryptically.In fact, everyone knows about the matter between the young master and his young master.No matter how well you hide it, you can't hold back what others say. "The little one was originally helping in the kitchen, but after that day, the princess sent someone to deliver food to the darkroom every day. The young one didn't know that there was such a place in the palace, but one time, Mi'er, who was next to the princess, felt unwell. , I was afraid of being scolded by the princess, so I asked the little one to give it away secretly once, and made the little one swear not to tell. Little one, I saw Master Ziqin in that dark room."

Zhuoyu never expected that after he left, the Crown Princess would treat Ziqin like this, and he couldn't help hating that woman even more, "You said Ziqin was locked in a dark room."

"Yes, I don't dare to hide it." The hunchback of the kitchen and guard seemed to be buried in the soil. "Master Ziqin was imprisoned there. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

"What happened later!" Zhuoyu wanted to know what happened later, and couldn't wait.

"Later, someone said that they saw Young Master Ziqin in red and ran out. The little one didn't see it with his own eyes, but the Crown Princess went out with her maid and guards. That's all the little one knew... ...But..." The man hesitated to speak

"But what? Say..."

"But I also heard that Master Ziqin is very stubborn. The princess hates iron for being weak, and it's useless to keep it. She wants to dedicate Master Ziqin to General Sima. It is said that General Sima has taken a fancy to Master Ziqin, so Master Ziqin just escaped. I think it’s impossible. Master Ziqin is the princess’s younger brother after all, and he’s a man.” The man finished speaking in one breath, and Zhuoyu couldn’t help but hear him.