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Rong Cunxin was stunned for a moment, only to hear the person next to him murmur Ah Bai, and disappeared in an instant.He shook his head as if sighing, tapped his toes, and ran towards the raging fire.

The scene of the fire was already in chaos.The palace servants of Yannan Pavilion were the first to discover the fire, but Yu Bai had lived in Qian'an Palace for a long time, and no one saw him come back here again.After hearing this, Feng Si hurriedly knelt down and stopped him: "Your Majesty, with dry things today, it is common to accidentally start a fire with fire. If the young master is not in the Yannan Pavilion, wouldn't it be a waste of effort for you to risk your life and rush in?"

The raging flames illuminated everyone's faces extremely brightly, Zhao Jun's eyes were blood red, he hadn't calmed down yet, but he heard the report from the palace man, and he searched all over the palace, but there was no trace of Yu Bai.Hearing this, Zhao Jun's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.

Rong Cunxin coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly exclaimed: "No, Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Dangerous! Feng Si stops Your Majesty!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

The sound of the wind passed by the ears, and the howling frightened the night. What hit the eyes was the billowing smoke that soared into the sky, and the flames swept through everything like the mouth of a devil.

No one can stop Zhao Jun.

……

half an hour ago.

When Rong Cunxin said "some way", Yu Bai had already woken up.

It is not accurate to say that he is awake, these days he has been wandering between chaos and sobriety, as if standing on the other side of the world looking at the distant world of mortals, his five senses are covered with thick white veils, only occasionally there is a faint light coming out.He didn't know when the white veil was lifted, whether it was Shang Yuanye and He Nianbai's hasty glance, or Zhao Jun's gentle kiss in the cold night, or Rong Cunxin's seemingly casual but eagle-like gaze Down?

He only knew that Rong Cun was aware of his waking up, and soon after, Zhao Jun would also understand everything.

——That person will always find a way to bring himself to yield.

So he has to leave.He is familiar with all the passages and entrances of Qian'an Hall, and everyone is now focusing on the imperial study room where Rong Cunxin is. It is not difficult for him to leave secretly through the back door of the bedroom in the dark.

As for why he returned to Yannan Pavilion... Yu Bai opened the box hidden under the bed, and picked up the thinly wrapped pill.

It was a wilt grass he had left for himself.He didn't want to be healed by Rong Cunxin and become a bird in a cage again. The only solution was to die.

Candlesticks toppled, tongues of flame swept through the curtains.

……

Zhao Jun dodged a burning beam and shouted sharply, "Ah Bai!"

The fire has been burning for less than half an hour, the beams of the house collapsed, the tongue of flames scorched the clothes, and thick smoke choked in as soon as he opened his mouth, causing heart-piercing pain in the nostrils and lungs.

The main hall, the study room, the sleeping hall...the concubine Xiang's couch, where the two used to laugh and linger, was so black that the original appearance could not be seen, and the red sandalwood table that once wrote a long poem together collapsed crookedly.The raging fire ruthlessly occupied the remaining living space. Zhao Jun didn't know how long he had been walking, but he still couldn't see that person. He was afraid that he would be late.

A piece of snow suddenly came into view.

——Under the crumbling beams, Yu Bai stood calmly amidst the sporadic flames, smiling at him.

It is the purest color among black and red.

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Standing for a while had exhausted all of Yu Bai's strength, he slowly slid down against the scorched black wall, and stopped looking at people.

Soon, flames spread from the corners of the snow-white clothes, and gradually climbed onto his skin and flesh. Even though his mind was in a state of confusion, he felt a few traces of unbearable scorching heat.The dryweed in his belly started to take effect, and the violent medicinal properties burned his stomach like fire, and he couldn't tell where the fire was more unbearable.

Yu Bai leaned back and hugged himself tightly.The pain gradually subsided, as if he was surrounded by gentle sea water, and with him came the elusive tranquility and freedom.

He will die in the deep palace, but his soul will go with the wind and go to the ends of the earth, which may be called a free place.

... There will be no one there to bind him.

A clump of fire fell from in front of Zhao Jun, igniting the corner of his clothes.Zhao Jun, however, froze on the spot as if ignorant, his thoughts wandered for a while, and went blank for a while, as if falling into an ice cave, he suddenly realized the cause of the fire in extreme daze.Immediately, he ran towards that person like a madman, and the heavy wood and rocks behind him smashed down with a roar.

……

It was night, and the palace was brightly lit, as bright as day.

This fire shocked not only the imperial palace, but also the entire city of Chang'an.Imperial physicians, attendants, shadow guards, palace maids, news from the starry night in the palace, powerful confidantes who rushed into the palace in the middle of the night to check the situation, a group of people blocked the inside and outside of the Qian'an Palace, coming and going are all complicated. The sound of footsteps and shouts, there is no trace of the solemnity of the palace.

The black cloak had been scorched yellow by the fire, Zhao Jun casually threw it on the ground, there were still black and ash embers on his forehead and neck, and muddy sweat slid across his tired face, making him look more and more embarrassed and ridiculous.But he didn't care about grooming himself, he just pressed his fist against his forehead, slowly relieved his turbid air, and looked at Yu Qingyu who was feeling Yu Bai's pulse: "How is it?"

This pulse has been burned for half a stick of incense, and the result cannot be more certain.Yu Qingcong took a deep breath, and the turmoil in his heart slowly calmed down: "If you go back to His Majesty... it's a dry intestine."

After getting a definite answer, Zhao Jun suddenly lost his strength, his footsteps were unsteady, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.Li Dehai hurriedly supported him: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

Dry intestine grass, dry intestine grass... The last side of Tong Yubai suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.The young Xiao Langjun, whose frosty clothes were like snow and his robes fluttered, stood in the blazing flames and smiled calmly at him.

Like a phoenix on fire.

From the disappearing people in Qian'an Palace, to the strange fire in Yannan Pavilion, to the long time ago, on the night of the beginning of winter when the birthday was born, fireworks bloomed in the entire night sky, that glass of wine mixed with dry intestine grass, and Yu Bai's tired and calm "I didn't want you to die" in Qingning Palace.

I didn't mean to let you die...

Lightning flashed across suddenly, directly piercing the most fragile part of his heart.Zhao Jun slowly struggled to get up, and looked at Yu Bai who was on the couch.

That was the person he carried out from the sea of ​​flames, and it was the Abai he snatched back from Yama's underworld.However, he didn't know that this deadly flame had already planted its seeds as early as the beginning of this winter.

There is no such thing as poison and wine, what he offers himself is nothing more than a cup of Luofuchun mixed with intoxicating dreams... The real dryweed has always been in his own hands!

After his birthday, all his peace of mind was based on that wilted weed, which was also the source of him throwing down his psychological burden to realize the worst thoughts in his heart.However, at this moment, Yu Bai was lying silently in front of him, his fair skin was covered with fiery bloodstains, and that faint and near-never breath told him all the time, reminding him that he had committed an irreparable mistake from the very beginning. mistake.

All the spiritual pillars broke at this moment, and the sound of breaking was clear and cruel.

Zhao Jun thought vaguely, did he leave poison for himself at that time?Was he ready to leave him cruelly at that time?At that time, he smiled at himself in the sea of ​​flames, what was he laughing at?Do you laugh at the stupidity and ignorance of your former lover, who did not discover the truth until the end of death, or laugh at yourself for finally being able to break free from the chains imposed on you and regain the freedom of the blue sea and blue sky?

Is he... is he already awake?Did he resolutely take the poison and walk towards the flames in order to leave himself?

"This humble minister is incompetent. Mr. Yu is already weak, and the poison he has suffered has penetrated deep into his internal organs. It has been dragged on until now, it is really... hopeless."

Yu Qingzhou's respectful voice was far away and unreal, and the voice fell into his ears and stagnated for a few seconds before Zhao Jun woke up, and suddenly turned his head to look at Rong Cunxin.

Rong Cun knew what he meant, took a few steps forward, but shook his head: "I have no desire to survive. At this time, saving people is not doing good but doing evil. It is better not to save."

"Are you going to save or not?" With a sound of swish, Zhao Jun drew his sword suddenly, and the cold sword edge lay across Rong Cunxin's neck, his complexion was as frosty as it was frosty.

In the tense atmosphere where blood was about to splatter on the spot, Rong Cunxin sighed slowly: "Your Majesty, why bother?"

"There are so many handsome young men in the world, why should Your Majesty bother with this poor boy?" He gently lifted the edge of the sword with his fingertips, and smiled soothingly at Zhao Jun, "Your Majesty should change his taste as well."

Holding the long sword in his hand, it suddenly weighed more than a thousand catties, and it weighed heavily on him from his arms to his shoulders.Zhao Jun knew that Rong Cunxin had already seen through everything, but he refused to let go of this heavy burden easily, and his voice was extremely obscure: "May I ask where you come from, sir?"

Rong Cunxin shook his head and walked out: "The world is a mayfly, how can we talk about where we come from and where we go back."

The author says:

It's coming soon, the countdown to leaving the palace~