Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

In this world, there will always be many unexplainable and unexplainable things.

Zhang Liang never thought that one day he would become a sinner of Confucianism. Although honor is extremely humiliating, Confucianism will experience this catastrophe sooner or later, Zhang Liang still does not want to implicate Xiaoshengxianzhuang because of himself.That's why he stepped into this bitter game, no matter whether Yingzheng was fooled or not, at least, it would give little Shengxianzhuang a chance to prepare.

The slightly flaming palace lanterns, mixed with the dark moonlight, lightly fell on Zhang Liang's bright red lips from the window lattice, Yan Lu brushed off the snow flakes stained on his Confucian shirt, and sat slowly on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhang Liang's bright red lips. Zhang Liang smiled softly and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Plan?" Zhang Liang was slightly taken aback, then turned to look outside the door.

"Don't worry, he's not here." Zhang Liang knew that he meant Ying Zheng, but he wasn't worried about him.

"Mrs. Xiangjun Xiang was sent by Yingzheng to find the master of the state to refine the antidote. I heard that someone in Shushan was caught, and there is a way to cure the Qijue Gu." Yan Lu whispered softly into Zhang Liang's ear. In my conscience, I must blame myself again.Many friends risked their lives to save him, and he will never forget this gratitude no matter what.

"Then what about you..." Zhang Liang closed his eyes lightly, he couldn't bear to see Yan Lu's gentle expression all the time, no matter whether Zhang Liang's bitter plan was successful or not, Confucianism would face doom, but sooner or later, when the time came, Yan Lu would meet again Where do we go from here?

"I don't know..." A vague sigh, followed by Yan Lu's wry smile, escaped shallowly: "Maybe it will accompany the destruction of Little Shengxianzhuang, or maybe, like you, I will hide everything from the sky. How about coming to see you?"

Slowly covering those cold hands, whispering, hiding endless pain.

In fact, from the day Zhang Liang came to Xiaoshengxian Village, Yan Lu hoped that one day he would be able to accompany him quietly. Whether he was planning strategies for bloody revenge or wandering around the world to make his home, he was willing to accompany him all the time.In the five years in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, he held him in his hands and let him do everything. Even if he blamed him, he was as gentle as water, but he still missed it. He didn't have the courage, so he just watched him helplessly and fell into the trap. in the hands of that person.

Yan Lu has always known Zhang Liang's thoughts, he wanted to take revenge, for those clansmen, relatives, and even many innocent people who died in vain, but...his revenge was not just to kill that king, but to destroy that empire, he Let the regime that stands under the tyrant fall apart.It will be a long and arduous road, but Zhang Liang has chosen, so he has no intention of backing down, even if it costs his life.

"I'm leaving, you... Take care." Yan Lu narrowed his eyebrows slightly, hiding everything. If he had no chance to say it before, now is definitely not the time.He knew that the farewell to Zhang Liang today might be for a while, or for a lifetime, no matter which one, he would choose to hide his unspoken affection in this snowstorm.Maybe one day, he can meet him again. At that time, I hope I will have a little courage.

When Yingzheng came back, Yan Lu had already left, and the wind and snow outside the house was loud and roaring, and everything he passed was frosty.Zhang Liang opened his eyes slightly, looked at Ying Zheng and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Okay..." The wind and snow were raging outside, Ying Zheng was wearing heavy clothes, but his hands were icy cold, he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Liang was trying to support himself and wanted to sit up, so he hurriedly stepped forward and wrapped him up with the quilt up.

Snow flakes, carrying the wind, roared wantonly in the night.

All sides of the Huxin Pavilion were sealed off by Ying Zheng's order, except for the side facing the sun rising from the sea, a window was opened. Ruo Wu ground swaying.

Zhang Liang used to like to lie here very much, regardless of season, day or night.

Just because he likes to watch the rising sun, that feeling will briefly make him feel that all the past is just a big dream of his.

Ordinary people like to indulge in the beauty of their own fantasies, as wise as him, there are places that they don't want others to pry into.Hiding here...even for a moment is good.

"Some dreams should end where they started..." Ying Zheng ordered many heaters to be placed in the pavilion. Zhang Liang's pale face passed through the window lattice, breathing the smell of snow flakes, and murmured softly. , as if it didn't exist, but it still fell into that person's ears.

"I said, I won't let you die." The hands on his waist were stubbornly trying to grab him, and hugged him tightly. Even in the current situation, he was unwilling to let go.

"Actually, this Huxin Pavilion has a name...Xianmo Pavilion." Zhang Liang had heard Ying Zheng say such things too much, not because he didn't believe him, but because he didn't want to.

He didn't want to lose this game of chess. He looked back at Ying Zheng who was frowning. He knew that Ying Zheng was still worrying about Qijue Gu. Tell the story of this pavilion.

"Immortal music follows the sound of the tide, don't love the love of the world... It is said that a long time ago, there was a fairy who was infatuated with the scenery here, so he used fairy magic to raise this pavilion in the sea. Since then, he has often lingered here. Amidst the morning light and the sound of the tide, the faint sound of the zither was played, day after day, until... I met a woman here, fell in love with her, and then left her... In fact, the life of the fairyland, that woman... How could she bear such a situation? After hearing that the fairy left her, she waited here day and night, but she never saw the fairy again until she disappeared. Finally, she heard that she turned into a white lotus and sank into the sky. The bottom of the sea... The people in the small town, in order to remember this story, named this pavilion "Xianmo Pavilion". Later, the Confucianism built a house here and repaired it. A while ago, Uncle Xun said that gossip, disrespect and falsehood would delay the students’ studies, so they covered up the word “Xianmo Pavilion” and renamed it Huxin Pavilion.” Zhang Liang slightly raised the corners of his lips, recalling carefully, When Yan Lu told him the story about this pavilion for the first time, he also had such a pious and hopeful smile.

"It is said that the woman turned into a white lotus under the sea and took root deeply under the pavilion, just to see the fairy who came back one day. Some people say that the white lotus is already a fairy. If a mortal eats it, not only can he live forever , but all poisons will not disturb you.” Zhang Liang turned his head and saw that Ying Zheng didn’t speak, but just listened to him quietly, he couldn’t help but asked him with a smile: “Tell me, is there really something under this pavilion? The white lotus incarnated by the woman?"

The whispers echoed round and round in the small lake pavilion. Every word Zhang Liang said fell in Ying Zheng's heart, including that faint questioning.

"Perhaps... yes..." On Ying Zheng's pristine face, those sharp eyes became blurred at some point. Perhaps Zhang Liang's words were so beautiful that Ying Zheng would rather believe that there is something in this world. Of fairies and legends.

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Well, the story is made up! ! !