The blood marriage of Liao Zhai

He took a deep breath and said "absurd..."

Hearing the furious Zhuoyu, the kitchen and guard felt that his life was in danger, and immediately begged for mercy, hoping that the little prince would not take his life in a fit of anger.I only want to ask for money so that I can go home and marry a wife, but I don't want to lose my life.

"Young Master... I have something to report to you." Lin Hu, who was standing aside, put his hands behind his back.

Zhuoyu felt that he had to take on the big things now, "Say..."

"General Sima loves men, and loves to keep young men. And when Lord Hou came back last night, General Sima died suddenly on the bed at home. It seemed... that he died of fright. The spies reported that he was already dead when the servant found out. He was terrified, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to have seen... a terrible thing. This matter has been handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for handling," Lin Hu said.

Some clues were connected little by little, telling the truth, the truth slowly surfaced, Zhuoyu's eyes widened, suddenly he seemed to lose his footing, and fell on the stool.What exactly happened to his Ziqin during those days, Zhuoyu closed his eyes, as if unwilling to use his eyes to see the truth clearly, the closer he was to the truth, the less willing he was to accept it.The sad face of that cold young man enlarged and approached in his mind, his lips opened and closed, and he said, "Zhuoyu, you still despise me after all." No, Ziqin, I didn't.

He wanted to see Ziqin, and desperately wanted to see that young man. He had to listen to him speak some words. He rode a fast horse and galloped out, ignoring the obstruction of his servants and Lin Hu, approaching the small courtyard at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. inside.

"Ziqin..." almost fell off the horse, shouting, and occasionally a voice could be heard echoing from a distance.Eager to meet each other, think of putting that person by my side, want to feel his presence.But there was no sign of Ziqin in the small courtyard, neither inside nor outside, Zhuoyu suddenly lost his strength, only then realized that if Ziqin didn't show up, he couldn't find him at all.

Someone once said that the reason why Duanchang Bridge is called Duanchang Bridge is because a woman waits here every day for her husband who is a soldier, and when she comes back, the Yiren does not return, but what she waits for is the news that her husband died in battle, and the woman She jumped off the bridge and lost her life. They said that the soul of the woman is still waiting for her husband on the bridge every day, looking forward to seeing each other by the bridge of Naihe forever.Under the cold moonlight, the young man was wearing a red wedding dress and holding a black oil umbrella, standing by the Broken Heart Bridge, looking cold, thin and independent.Just like that woman, waiting for the late Yi Ren.

Zhuoyu looked at Ziqin who hadn't seen him for a few days, and Ziqin lost a lot, "Tell me, Ziqin, what happened?"

The boy didn't move, just stood there, looking at him, "Didn't you already have the answer. Why ask me again." Perhaps the truth of some things is far more cruel than false lies.

"No, I don't know, I... Ziqin, you are still you, right." Zhuoyu seemed to be trying to convince herself, but couldn't make a sentence.Maybe he knew it a long time ago, in a night full of nightmares, amidst those rumors, when he saw Ziqin, when the two lived together.However, I don't want to believe it...

The young man shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and sighed, "Zhuoyu, think about it carefully, I...I'm already dead, have you forgotten?" Ziqin choked up and told the cruel truth.

As if he had heard an unbelievable fact, or something he didn't want to believe became a fact, Zhuoyu staggered back a few steps, shaking his head, "No, no...it won't..." "That Sima... …" Zhuoyu asked almost tremblingly.

A trace of hostility flashed across Ziqin's face, and he really looked like a ghost, "I killed him, he deserves to die"

Zhuoyu had never seen Ziqin like this before, it seemed that he hated that person and gritted his teeth, what a big deal it was that made such a kind-hearted young man not hesitate to smear his blood.No, Ziqin is not like this: "I don't believe it, who are you? Where is Ziqin?" He stumbled and ran to the street, lost his mind, the weather that had just warmed up seemed to turn bad all of a sudden. The snow fell, and the cold winter day was the same as that day. The snow-like snow fell on the ground, a piece of snow-white snow.The fiery red figure was printed in front of my eyes, like a bride in a wedding gown, but that person's eyes were always so sad that it seemed to drown Zhuoyu.He said, "Zhuoyu, have you forgotten? I'm already dead." No, how could it be, how could I die?His Ziqin still looked the same, with a handsome face and fair skin... How could he believe that it was a dead soul who was lingering with him every day during this time.Where did his son go?where? ... "Ah!" He knelt on the ground, that kind of coldness spread over his heart inch by inch, froze his blood, and he was in excruciating pain.

The coldness of the snowy night drifted into the alleys. In the alleys not far away, there were beggars shivering under the snow.While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.The little beggar huddled in the corner, seemed to be holding something in his hand, no matter how trembling his hand was, he lifted it up and looked at it carefully, looking so seriously.Zhuoyu seemed to have seen something familiar, ran over, and grabbed the thing in the little beggar's hand. This is, this is the bracelet he gave to Ziqin.Some kind of memory welled up in the depths, "Ziqin, if you wear my bracelet, you will be mine. Haha"

"No, take it off." The boy tried to take it off, but the bracelet seemed to recognize the owner, no matter how the boy pulled it, he couldn't get it off.The blood-red bracelet was printed on the fair skin of the young man, and it looked beautiful in no time.

"Don't take it. I finally dragged someone to bring it from the Western Regions. I have been looking for it for three months."

"This is obviously something a girl wears"

"Girls don't look as good as you..."

……

Now only two-thirds of the jade bracelet is left in fragments. Losing the owner's bracelet, it seems that he has also lost his soul, lying quietly in Zhuoyu's hand, like that person who lost his body early, just a wandering The ghost of the world.He could recognize the unique gemstone grown from the blood of mandarin ducks in the world, how could he not recognize it, he grabbed the little beggar and pulled his lapel, "Tell me, where did you get it?"

Misfortunes never come singly, the little beggar didn't know whether he was frozen or scared by Zhuoyu's aura... tremblingly replied, "I... I picked it up."

Zhuoyu's eyes widened, isn't this little beggar going to tell the truth?He took out an ingot of silver from his bosom and threw it to the little beggar, "Tell... where did it come from?"

The little beggar took the silver, put it to his mouth and took a bite, then with a greedy look in his eyes, he put the silver into his bosom, pressed it tightly against his skin, and then began to babble, "Master, I really picked it up. Could it be this Is the bracelet yours?" The little beggar asked fawningly, but saw the man's face was dark and ugly, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, "It was that day, ah, the weather was the same as today, it was cold. I thought I was going to freeze Dead. I just huddled in that corner, look, it’s there.” Zhuoyu looked in the direction of the little beggar, there was an inconspicuous shadow there, and it was hard to see if there was anyone there.It was pitch black. "On the street, there is not even a person. Oh, the snow is really heavy. Then, there is a young man in red, who ran over. I have never seen such a beautiful person in my life." The beggar seemed to be greedy for the day. Scenario, he said to himself.

"The young man was wearing a red dress in the snow. I thought he was the young master of that rich family, but I saw that he didn't wear shoes. You said I was so poor, and I was wearing straw sandals. He! He was naked. He’s not wearing anything on his feet. Tell me, how cold it must be for him to be barefoot in such a cold day.” The little beggar clicked his tongue regretfully. Believe it, if there is such a person, it must be a ghost.Then he burst out laughing, laughing at him as a beggar who didn't fit in, and didn't want to listen to this baseless big talk anymore.Hearing what he said, Zhuoyu's eyes showed unconcealable sadness, and he seemed to know from the first feeling that it must be his Ziqin.

"That young man, who is so thin, still ran over to knock on that door, and knocked it loudly. I guess, there is something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't come here to suffer from the cold in a snowy day." "Then he , I don’t know why, someone from that family came out, and then that person kowtowed over there, and the servant went in again, and later, the servant didn’t know what he said to him, you said, such a big family, Such a cold day... hey"

Zhuoyu's heart ached because he was inside that day, and he knew that Ziqin had come, but he was still angry and didn't come out to see him.he……

"Afterwards, that young master stopped running away. He was in a daze, like a ghost. He walked very slowly step by step, and then he was on that bridge, right there." The little beggar pointed to the snow-covered bridge, " A few people chased after them. It seemed to be arguing. There was also a woman, the beads on her head were shining in such a night. She took the son and left. I was too scared to come out, so I could only hide In that corner, I watched secretly. Later, the young man took something, and then fell to the ground. I think this thing is so broken that it is too far away to see clearly. The young man crawled over step by step, thinking I went to pick up that fragment, but blood, layer after layer, didn’t someone say that they saw blood all over the snow the next day, and they also said that there were people-eating things in the mountains! Only I know, it’s that young master’s. Then the young man was taken away by them, with so much blood, can he be rescued? What a pity!..." The little beggar didn't see the pale face of the person next to him, and thought that he seemed happy to have someone listen to him .Talking in a flutter.Zhuoyu twisted his chest, panting heavily, as if he was about to suffocate.He was in that high courtyard that day, where there were wine and meat pools, singing and dancing.He clearly knew that Ziqin was at the outer door, as long as he saw Ziqin, nothing would happen afterwards.Ziqin couldn't either... He staggered up and dropped the silver to the little beggar, taking away the blood-red broken jade.The little beggar seemed to feel that the winter wasn't cold anymore, so he said "Thank you, Lord." His voice was sharp and piercing.

Zhuoyu raised his head, tears slid down his cheeks, the snow falling from the sky fell on his cheeks, mixed with the tears, a sense of powerlessness filled his body.The little beggar said that Ziqin had shed a lot of blood, Zhuoyu went to touch the snow on the ground, and held it in his arms little by little, thinking of feeling the breath of that person.He seemed to feel that there was Ziqin's soul in every grain of snow, blending into it.It's his fault, he shouldn't be angry.Shouldn't see him, his Ziqin begged the guard so sadly to see him, but he didn't see him, let him fend for himself, how cruel he was.

Ziqin came to see him in her wedding gown, and Ziqin was kneeling at the door with her last hope.Such a proud person knelt at the door and begged bitterly, just to see himself and escape from the clutches of the princess, but what did he do again? "Ziqin, where are you... come out. I don't care You are a human or a ghost, please come out and see me, I remember it...it's all my fault" "Ziqin...Ziqin..." The heart-piercing shouts can't call back to the former lover. Guilt can't go back to that moment.

In fact, Ziqin was right behind him, watching him call him kneeling in the snow, watching him call his name.Such a proud person, if he didn't love himself badly, how could he cry like a child.It’s not that I’m not sad, but no matter how much I miss, no matter how much I don’t want to let go, I shouldn’t be involved anymore, I can’t see you again, I can’t… entangle me anymore, he is no longer a human, people and ghosts have different paths, he has ruined Zhuoyu’s first half of his life, and he must never His future cannot be dragged down.Maybe his sister is right, why can Ziqin pull this noble little prince together to become the target of public criticism.He is dead, as long as a period of time passes, Zhuoyu can return to the original romantic beauty.The world is so big that it has its own world.But the world is so big, what should I do.Ziqin just stood behind him like this, with a sad look on his face, he didn't even have any tears now.

Ziqin did not appear in front of Zhuoyu until dawn, and Zhuoyu returned to the mansion in a mess, cold and downcast like a lost person, but the mansion was full of joy, with Xizi on the window and hanging on the eaves. Looking at the happy ball, is this red color the same as Ziqin's blood that day, overwhelming and irresistible.He really can't see the red color now. "Little ancestor, you are back, ouch, what's going on with this mess, come here! Take the young master to wash up." The mother in the mansion saw him The whole body is muddy, distressed and anxious.He hurriedly asked someone to prepare hot water and food.This child who grew up by himself could not bear to have the slightest injury.

"Stop it all for me, I...I don't want to..." Zhuoyu saw red eyes, and hysterically pulled those happy balls and red curtains.Talking like crazy, it seems to want to wipe out all these before giving up.

Seeing Zhuoyu like this, Mammy couldn't stop her. She patted her thigh with a juan handkerchief, and said loudly, "Little ancestor! What are you doing? I'm going to marry Miss Xia in a few days." It's gone!"

Hearing this, Zhuoyu seemed frightened, took a step back, shook his head and said, "I won't marry, I won't marry anyone." Then he ran up and swept everything to the ground.

"Catch him up for me" the prince's voice came from the side.The guards could only go up and hold Zhuoyu's arm, but they couldn't stop him from struggling.

"open."

"Nizi, what on earth are you going to do? Miss Xia is a virtuous and virtuous lady. You have to marry if you don't want to." The prince flicked his sleeves, and this time he will never pamper him again.

Although Zhuoyu's spirit was sluggish, Linze's fish was surprisingly strong. He seemed to exert all his strength to resist in the soldier's hand, "Do you know? Ziqin, he died, that day, that day. It's gone...hahaha, it's actually dead," he said while laughing, with a grim look on his face.

Seeing that something was wrong, Mammy burst into tears, and said, "Young Master, it must be a demonic obstacle!"

When the prince heard the news, he seemed to be unexpected, but now is not the time to be suspicious. Now that Ziqin died, Zhuoyu might hurt his heart a bit. Right now, he has to hold on to Zhuoyu. After a long time, the newcomer comes and the old one forgets. , it will be fine. "Let me tell you, you shouldn't have provoked Ziqin in the first place. If you break it, break it. If you can't, I'll help you. What's wrong? Now that Ziqin is gone, you're making trouble again. Why are you so useless. "

Thinking of the young man who died, Zhuoyu mourned unceasingly, with a breakup that would rather be broken than broken, "Okay, now Ziqin is gone, leaving me alone. I'm a bastard, this marriage won't happen even if I die." become."

When the lord heard this, he was furious. He felt that this son was worthless, and he cursed, "You son. Let's see if I won't kill you today." He swung his army stick and hit him, his face flushed.Yi Ganren, seeing the prince was really angry, this stick was not a joke.Going forward to stop, the women of the whole family exploded all at once, crying and blocking, all of a sudden the palace became chaotic, people said: family and everything will prosper.And the burning candles in the palace have never ceased. I don't know when this farce will end.

On a cold night, the plum blossoms in the yard bloom in the cold, and the fragrance of the unknowingly painful human beings overflows into the depths of the alley, the fragrance of the plum blossoms in someone's dream.There are also people who look at such a dark and cold night and cannot fall asleep for a long time, the candles have not been extinguished all night, and when they wake up, there are silver hairs on their temples.The sound of sighing was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people all night.

"Father" Zhuoyu knelt down straight on the ground, the days of imprisonment had worn out his character, "Today, I only ask you for one thing. If you don't want to answer me, I won't be able to kneel forever." His voice was hoarse , A cry of father's call was endlessly mournful.

The prince looked at his son kneeling under him, and could only sigh. Seeing that Zhuoyu's voice is hoarse and his face is dull, there is still the appearance of that handsome Zhuoyu son!I can't help but see a few strands of white hair added between the temples. How much thought must have caused this boy to turn gray. Now the anger has long since disappeared. How could he not feel sorry for his own son? ! "As long as you are not looking for Ziqin, I will do anything for you"

Hearing Ziqin, the young man's eyes lost a little bit, but he became firm again, and kowtowed deeply on the ground, "My son is not talented, and people say that he stands at thirty, but now I am only twenty, and my ambition is not counted." It’s late. I just want to be able to enter the Ministry of Punishments, and I want to be an official and a half-job, so as to quell the grievances of the world.”

"You... hey... now the sage is sick in bed, and the struggle of the son-in-law is on the verge of breaking out, but you are going to drag the whole palace into this war." The master seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, so he could only sigh, "That's all, still..." You"

Zhuoyu was full of tears, and kowtowed again, "The child is unworthy, but it will not be a drag on the palace..."

The prince waved his hand, motioning for him to push down.Zhuoyu stood up, straightened up and went out, as if he had grown up all of a sudden, but the price of this growth was too great.

After the winter passed, the willow trees began to shoot new buds, and the boats passing by the river did not know which old dream of late autumn was left behind. Giggling on the sidelines, stepping on the cold ground but not knowing it, the world laughs at him as crazy, but they don't know that being crazy is also a choice.The lunatic ran away happily, and the idiot dreamed of locking the Qiangu Pagoda. I don't know what kind of dream he was having.

This winter, the real imperial city, where the common people gossip, has changed its owner. The old owner has gone, and everything is left to waste.I heard that the prince who thought he was in power was exiled to the frontier.But the fourth prince who never appeared in the eyes of the world, who only knows how to express his love for mountains and rivers, sits at the center of power.There are also people who occasionally talk about the lost princess in their spare time, saying that she was imprisoned for a murder case.Everyone just sighed a few times, the emperor committed the same crime as the common people.Such a woman in the inner house murdered her younger brother.Some people also lamented that the tiger's venom does not eat its children, and this woman is so ruthless.

Ministry of Punishment.

There was a loud "bang", and the humanity sitting on the high hall said, "Confess your crime honestly, or you can get a lighter punishment."

"Hahahaha... Young Lord, don't you know all about my crimes? Let me be punished lightly, hehe, why don't I go early, so as to save myself from being condemned by my conscience day and night?"

Zhuoyu looked at the woman with disheveled hair under the high hall, and seemed to have no memory of her virtuous appearance. "I know, but I still don't understand why? Ziqin, what's wrong with him, he's your real brother!" The person buried deep in his heart trembled when he said that.

The woman looked over with disdainful eyes, "Yeah, he was right, his fault was that he shouldn't have such a seductive face. Can you accept that your husband thinks it is someone else's when he is in love with you?" Face? And he’s still a man. Can you accept that your husband dislikes you every day, even though he’s from the same mother, but the difference is huge. You don’t understand, because you are also seduced by Ziqin’s face.” She almost yelled came out, hoarse.

Zhuoyu was shocked in his heart, he never expected that the ex-prince would have such unbearable thoughts towards his brother-in-law, "Just because of your pity, why should I kill Ziqin, Ziqin is so innocent..." He resisted, To keep my hands from shaking.

"Yes, later someone came to ask for Ziqin, saying that it was love at first sight at the Lantern Festival. He had the military power that the prince wanted. The prince said that if he gave up Ziqin, he would have the position of queen. What do you think of me? Why not do it for fun? If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself, a fake letter can deceive you..."

It turned out that all the causes and effects had already been planted, and Zhuoyu could hardly accept the explanations of the people in front of him. Just because of those vain things, his own sister gave away his Ziqin as a servant, and when he got angry, Scolded "Shameless..."

"Hahahaha, yes, I am shameless, and I have committed a lot of sins. Young Master, Ziqin can't come back, can't come back...haha" the woman laughed as she spoke, every sentence was deeply painful cut jade.

At this moment, Zhuoyu had the heart to kill. He really wanted to dig out this woman's heart to see what color it was. She waved her hand and asked the princess to be dragged down. She was right, Ziqin couldn't come back.

That day, almost everyone who came and went in the imperial city saw that the servant of the Ministry of Punishment they praised every day ran into a small box and wept bitterly after digging up the piece of red medicine.Some people speculated that the box contained the relics of the boy's beloved.No one knew that the box contained the bones of Ziqin, a corpse whose hands and feet had been severed, which had long since rotted, revealing the deep bones of the corpse. How much hatred was required to divide the dead body into five horses and throw it away at will.I vaguely remember someone saying in my memory, "The red medicine is poured from the flesh and blood of the lovesickness...that is the deepest obsession." Mature.He hugged the box, and exchanged it affectionately, just like exchanging the first love, "I am graying, and where are you, Huangquan Road, beside the bridge of Naihe, can you walk slowly, beside the stone of Wangchuan Did you stop and wait for me? Wait for me, okay, I'll accompany you." The young man smiled, his eyes were as gentle as water.

The boy didn't see it, but the red figure beside him stood shoulder to shoulder with him holding an oil umbrella, feeling infinitely lonely.

Xu Shi had made up his mind a long time ago, Xu Shi wanted to go to Huangquan together, maybe the truth came out and it was unbearable.Zhuoyu dropped everything and wanted to chase after that boy.

"Zhuoyu, don't..." An eager voice came from beside the ear, the young man at the edge seemed to hear the familiar voice from the past, his footsteps paused, and there was an abyss under his feet, just one more step, he would be able to find his Ziqin up.The auditory hallucinations that are coming from my ears are probably the voices coming from my own heart because of my timidity.He shook his head, laughing at his own cowardice. "Ziqin, wait for me..." A determined expression appeared on his face.Close your eyes, the steps have already been taken, but the arm is held by someone.The whole person was hanging by the edge, he opened his eyes, and saw the red figure holding him, "Ziqin..."

"Zhuoyu, don't do stupid things. Come up quickly, I can't hold on any longer." The young man's pale face was filled with pain.The slender hands tightly held the person under him, and he didn't know the power that erupted there.The noon sun shines on people who can't open their eyes, and the warm wind makes tourists drunk, but it is not an exaggeration to say that such a bright sun is a thousand cuts to that boy. "Ghosts" are things that gather yin qi and resentment, like yin and fear yang.Zhuoyu saw that the boy's pale arms began to turn red, and there were burning sparks where the sun was shining, and occasionally there was a beeping sound, which was the sound of the boy's skin scorching.It was too late to ask him why he didn't go to reincarnation, why he still stayed in this world.His eyes widened, and he saw that the boy's hands began to tremble, "Ziqin, let me go..."

"No, I don't want it." The boy's tone was stubborn, and his body began to feel uncomfortable like being burned.The burning smell filled Zhuoyu's breath.No way, if this continues, Ziqin's injury will get worse and worse.He began to work hard, and climbed up along the length of his arms. The boy seemed to show a gratified look, "Fortunately, I didn't kill you." A smile also climbed up the corner of his mouth, but the pain made it difficult for him to maintain such a smile, and he fell down. In Zhuoyu's arms, the parts of his face that were swept by the sun began to be burned, from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth.The smile also started to become grim.

Zhuoyu burst into tears, what did he do, what happened to his Ziqin.He tried his best to block the scorching sun with the sleeves of his brocade robe.But blocking Ziqin's face, his hands still turned into smoke little by little. "Ziqin, don't scare me, let's go home now..." Zhuoyu picked up the boy, the boy's body was so light that one couldn't help wondering what was left of him.Zhuoyu only knew that he wanted to take Ziqin out of here quickly, the fear in his heart was all reflected on his face, he hugged the boy, ran, but accidentally fell down.The person in his arms was also thrown out, Zhuoyu hurriedly ran over, hugged the boy in his arms, and hurriedly blocked the light, such a depressed Zhuoyu couldn't control other things, he seemed to know instinctively that this time, his Ziqin might really disappear.Then he buried his head on Ziqin's head, forehead to forehead, weeping uncontrollably, and the tears fell into Ziqin's eyes.

The boy endured the pain, with eyes that looked down on the world, trying to comfort the crying boy.Slowly caressing Zhuoyu's face with his hand, the scorching sun did not let him go, eroding the young man's skin inch by inch.But the boy's body temperature was still cold, and his hands without warmth reminded Zhuoyu all the time that that person was dead, "Zhuoyu, don't leave, hug me. I... this is... the last time." Little by little, it turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.A smile crept up from the corner of his mouth little by little, "Zhuoyu, live well and forget about me."

"No, I don't want to, Ziqin, please, don't leave." Zhuoyu tightly tugged on the boy's cuff, begging him like a child. "I don't care if you are a human or a ghost, as long as it is you."

The young man closed his eyes and smiled, and he could vaguely see the blood vessels swelling in the corner of his eyes, "It's too late, I'm dead, I should be reincarnated, but I'm obsessed with the human world. Now I don't have this chance, so that's fine."

Zhuoyu covered the sunlight with one hand, "Ziqin, as you said, in spring we went to fold willows for an outing, in summer we went boating, in autumn we drank Nanshan wine, in winter we agreed to celebrate the New Year together, and we had to hang big Did you forget about the lantern? You... how could you forget?"

The whole body of the young man was disappearing, and he looked at Zhuoyu sadly, "Zhuoyu, after all, I haven't waited for the day when you can come to pick me up. I'm sorry, the world is too hard, I don't want to reincarnate, even if there is I don't want to meet you in the next life either. Forget about me!"

"No...don't" Zhuo Yu desperately wanted to save something, but in the end Ziqin still dissipated in his arms, vanished into ashes and never reincarnated. "Ah..." Tears burst out of my eyes uncontrollably, and I couldn't cry.

Many years later, Zhuoyu's descendants are full of children, but they have been living in the neighboring mansion, that cold little courtyard.Every Chinese New Year, he would teach those sons and daughters to make a lot of lanterns and hang them from the Duanchang Bridge to where he lived, and he would hang a lantern with peach blossoms at the door regardless of the wind and rain. He is also a careful person. You will also find that there are some words written on it: I only hope that the king's heart is like my heart, and I will definitely live up to my lovesickness.Someone also asked him why he was so persistent, and he would say with a smile, "I promised him to make a big lantern and hang it at the door. If he comes back one day, he will recognize it at a glance. I'm afraid that after a long time, he won't have a good memory." I don't remember the way home."

The old boy would look at the lantern and say with a smile, "Ziqin, look, this lantern is so big..." But he couldn't wait for a response.Later, people who came back from the snowstorm said that when they saw a young master holding a black umbrella standing on the Duanchang Bridge, it was only a moment before he disappeared.

How many springs and winters has the imperial city experienced, and the grass in front of the grave has grown an inch taller after being removed for a year, but the two mansions in that place are still sitting next to each other, through the wind and rain, watching the stories of the world in silence All kinds of states, human nature is good and evil.Occasionally, someone passing by would sigh that this is the former prince's residence, and walk away quickly.Some people may also remember that there was a unparalleled young man who lived in this former prince's mansion, and that was all Zhuoyu's thoughts.

The author has something to say: Compared with Zhuoyu, I love Ziqin more. In my eyes, Ziqin is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. I may not be able to portray the bitterness of Ziqin's growth, but for Ziqin, I have been telling with a very sad mood