A traitor

At this time, it was getting late, and lanterns had already been raised in the corridor.

Through the dim light, Mei Liusheng looked at Su Qinglang's face, but seeing that he kept his head down and his expression was in a trance, it was confirmed that he was already drunk.

He sighed, and said calmly: "Brother Su, it's getting late, I'll take you back."

Su Qinglang lay on the table with his arm pillowed, and said vaguely: "Brother Mei, if you have something urgent, you can leave first, and I'll go back later."

Mei Liusheng had no choice but to continue to wait patiently.

He is patient, but it doesn't mean that others are also patient. The owner of the restaurant saw that it was getting late, and was anxious to go home to accompany his wife. Seeing Su Qinglang drinking one jar after another, he was afraid that something would happen to him.

So he came over and said to Mei Liusheng: "Guest officer, the shop is about to close, take a look... can you take your friend first?"

Mei Liusheng glanced at Su Qinglang, seeing that he was lying on the table without any response, he couldn't help but sighed again, apologized to the boss, and helped him to leave.

Master Su was so drunk that he leaned against Mei Liusheng like a puddle of mud, but his mind still remained clear. Take the wine away.

The two were walking on the long street, and there was no one on the road at this time, Mei Liusheng helped him walk across the stone steps, and was about to step onto the stone bridge, but he stopped him.Su Qinglang pushed him away forcefully, took a jug of wine in his hand, and walked straight towards the stone bridge.

Mei Liusheng was afraid that he would get drunk and fall into the mud later, so she hurriedly called out: "Brother Su..."

But I saw Su Qinglang staggering, walking forward step by step, he walked to the highest point of the stone bridge, leaning on the fence behind him, holding the wine jar with one hand, looking at it fascinatedly.

After a while, he gave a half-bitter sneer, and said loudly: "Chang'an cooks wine, the past is long, and there is no river flow; every year, every year, the boy's head turns white."

Mei Liusheng stopped in the same place as he was advancing. He looked at Su Qinglang and saw him throw his head up and take a few sips of water and wine, then turned around and lay down on the stone railing, coughing heavily.

The bright moon is bright and clear, hanging in the sky, and the silvery white moonlight fills the sky and the earth, the sky is cloudless, only a few stars twinkle quietly.

The person not far away was thin and lean, leaning on the stone bridge, like a paper kite with a broken string, struggling and sinking, and would be dissipated in the evening wind at any time.

Mei Liusheng walked over, stood by his side, looked at him for a while, then slowly reached out and pressed his shoulder.

He hesitated for a moment before saying: "Brother Su, what are you upset about?"

The world-renowned treacherous officials who have harmed the country only need to think about how to form a party for personal gain and frame Zhongliang, but why, why is he so sad when I see him now?

For the collapsing Southern Tang court, for the future lord who cannot be supported by the mud, or for the past and the past that have passed away and can no longer be looked back...

Su Qinglang snorted coldly: "Only those who have a heart will be sad. I am a person who has lost his heart. Since I have no heart, how can I be sad?"

He turned around and looked at Mei Liusheng with red eyes. At some point, tears had already wet his face.

The messy black hair clinging to the profile, soaked in tears, looked even more desolate and resolute, as if asking him for help.

The slender fingers pointed at his chest, little by little, and said in a distraught way: "My heart is gone, can you help me find it?"

Mei Liusheng was speechless for a moment, and before he could answer, he let out a self-deprecating wry smile and murmured: "You can't..."

Leaning on the stone bridge, with his head down, his expression gradually became lonely and cold: "Life and death are determined by the sky. Even the emperor can't escape the word death. What can you do?"

Mei Liusheng looked at him, speechless for a long time.

What can he do, what can he do?

Long ago, before that case was executed, there was something he could have done.

At that time, he had just gained a firm foothold at the border, but because of the rapid development of his power, he was noticed by Xuan Guo.

Who is Wen Shiliang? The uneasy and kind old fox has always suspected that he is not dead. When he finds out, it is easy to think of him.

He set up a skynet to try to pull him out of the shadows. Although he was not afraid of Xuan Guo, he didn't want to expose his whereabouts so quickly, so he didn't even show up for such a big event in Chang'an City.

He and the Xie family did not have a deep friendship. When he was imprisoned by the emperor in the palace, he only spoke a few words with General Xie, Xie Yuan in his memory.

Unlike many officials, when I met him in the palace, his attitude towards him was strict and polite, not snobbish enough to treat him as a "remnant of the rebels" coldly, but it would be unrealistic to say that he was not shy at all.

After all, it is well known that he is the emperor's thorn in the side, and whoever gets close to him will become the emperor's thorn in the flesh. Xie Yuan has been immersed in the court for many years, so he naturally knows the truth.Therefore, the memory of those years always feels strange and alienated to him.

However, after all, Xie Yu was kind to his uncle. It was Xie Yu who came forward to save the uncle's family when the backer king Li Xi conspired against him.

Who is Li Shi, his father's half-brother, and this half-mother is from the same clan, so he is naturally closer than other princes.

Back then, when his father competed with the emperor for the throne, Li Shi was on their side. Even in the subsequent rebellion, it was mostly revenge for his father.

For this reason, he should also be grateful to the Xie family. Xie's family was in trouble, no matter what he said, he should come forward to save it...

However, he suffered so much just for revenge and to get back what belonged to him from the hands of the emperor. How could he act rashly before the final outcome?

He wants this country, he wants this world, he is walking on thin ice every step of the way, without a hundred, even if he is 99% sure.

Besides, taking ten thousand steps back, even if he had returned to the imperial city, would he be able to stop it?

Given his situation at the time, even if he went all out, he might not be the emperor's opponent. In the end, he could only be defeated. Except for himself, it would not change any results.

However, if Xie Yu had to decide on this matter, with his temperament, he would definitely choose a path completely different from his own.

He had met Xie Yu before. At that time, he was just seventeen and had not yet been sent to Xuanguo as a hostage. He passed by the Imperial Garden once and saw Xie Yu and Su Qinglang.

Needless to say, Su Qinglang often travels to and from the palace, and every time there is always some commotion, for fear that others will not know that he is a devil king in disguise.

Xie Yu, on the other hand, didn't often appear in the palace, so he looked a bit unfamiliar.

The place where they appeared was very close to his residence, so one could imagine how remote it was.

The vegetation in the garden, due to its remote location, was neglected, desolate and desolate, and tended to grow wildly, but there were a few apricot trees, which were graceful and graceful, very gratifying.

Su Qinglang was the first to come, standing under the apricot tree and pacing back and forth, as if waiting for someone.

Young master Su has always been restless, especially when waiting for someone, he jumped up and down very impatiently, using his fan to hit the hanging branches, saw a few sparrows standing on the wall, and picked up stones to chase the sparrows all over the courtyard run.

At that time, he should be only twelve or thirteen years old, his eyebrows are already very delicate and beautiful, but his temperament is still young and immature. Xie Yu, if I shout to a hundred and you don't show up again, you will do something to him in the future, you will be willful and arrogant, arrogant, like a peacock with fried hair.

However, he stood under the tree and counted hundreds of 99s, and finally lay down on the table, changing from a peacock with fried hair to a limp little sparrow, that person still didn't appear.

It wasn't until evening that Xie Yu came in a hurry, but the person who was waiting for him had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

At that time, he was hiding on a big tree not far away. He deliberately chose a hidden place because he was afraid that people in the palace would disturb his study. It was so hard to clean up for a while, and saw someone coming again, so I couldn't help but hook my head curiously.

Xie Yu didn't realize his existence, seeing that Su Qinglang was sleeping peacefully, he obviously slowed down deliberately, walked to his side, then slowly leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek.

He was older than Xie Yu and Su Qinglang, seeing such a move, he naturally knew what it meant.

Therefore, since then, every time he saw Xie Yuan, the first thought that popped into his mind was: Your son is a broken sleeve, and he likes that brat from the Su family.

For a long time, he thought that Xie Yu was self-indulgent. After all, as far as he could recall, those pampering loves and the eyes that followed him all the time would be heartlessly ignored by someone.

In the Southern Tang Dynasty, breaking sleeves was a taboo.What's more, the protagonist of Duanxiu, one is from a famous official family, and the other is from a family of military generals.

Therefore, when he occasionally thinks about it, he will feel worthless for Xie Yu. A young man who should have a bright future, how unfortunate it is that he meets Su Qinglang, falls in love with him, falls in love with him, is obsessed with ghosts, unable to extricate himself, In the end, he lost his own life, and also lost the lives of so many people.

How can the dead come back?

It was you who killed him, the boy who once loved you the most and regarded you as his life.

He really wanted to say this to Su Qinglang.However, he couldn't say anything.

For the people here, he is already a dead person. He has nothing to do with the disturbance here, and he is not even qualified to comment.

During the days when he left, many things happened between them. Some stood firm, some retreated, some went to justice, and some stole their lives. I thought it was a pure betrayal, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Su Qinglang once loved Xie Yu, he can be sure of this.

It's just that this kind of love can transcend life, or finally bow to reality, he still can't tell.

What he also couldn't tell was whether his role in this plan was an avenger who had returned from hell, or an old man who had done justice for the heavens?

Or, it is an extremely simple matter, but he thinks too complicated, the world has not changed, and what is really confused is only his heart...