I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Blood, blood everywhere...

When Ning took a small look, he saw corpses piled up like a mountain, and a layer of blood was spread in front of the palace gate and even outside the palace gate.

That was the scene of him escaping from the palace when he was young.

At that time, the rebels entered the palace, and the soldiers who led the army wailed continuously wherever they passed, and they singled out members of the royal family to attack. In order to protect Ning Jiwei, the eunuch Wang Cheng beside him had no choice but to take him away.

"Wang... Eunuch Wang?" Ning Jiwei looked at the person hugging him in a jolt, and said in disbelief.

No...impossible!It has been more than ten years since he escaped from the palace, why did he return to the palace?Why is there a reappearance of the scene of fleeing in the past!

"Your Highness, don't be afraid." Wang Cheng covered Ning Jiwei's eyes, and said again: "Even if this old servant risked his life, he would take His Highness out!"

go out?Is it a dream?

But why is this dream so real?

"No!" Ning Ji slightly waved Wang Cheng's hand away, even if it was a dream, he had never seen the last side of his father, queen and queen in the past, but now in a dream, even if he died, he still wanted to be with his father and queen. The queen mother died in one place!

Originally, the child's strength was not strong, but perhaps because of Ning Jiwei's obsession, he easily broke away from Wang Cheng who was holding him.

"Your Highness, don't go there!"

Wang Cheng's voice became more and more distant behind him.

But these are not important anymore, Ning Ji slightly stepped on the blood on the ground, and waved away the obstacles in the way ahead.

"Bang Dang" sounded loudly.

The sound of something breaking.

Ke Ning was silent but didn't think about it, he just thought that he was about to see his father and queen, and he was no longer a homeless child.

After running through the long corridor, he arrived at the emperor's bedroom.

So excitedly pushed open the heavy palace door, "Father, mother..."

The voice stopped abruptly in his throat.

He only saw the ferocious face of his father, queen mother before death...

Blood spilled down, the sky was red.

"Ah!" The child's terrified scream resounded in this narrow world, Ning Jiwei hugged his head tightly, as if in this way, these cruel scenes were all false, all a dream!

Just at this moment, the palace in front of him changed rapidly, and a person appeared in front of him.

The man's face was unparalleled and handsome, with an anxious look on his brows and eyes, calling him.

"Zi Kai."

Who is Zikai?

Ning Jiwei only felt a splitting headache, but a name suddenly popped up in his mind:

Murong Yan.

Murong... is the surname of the traitor!

It was the... rebel who killed his parents!

So he raised his hand.

With a crisp "pa", Ning Ji slightly slapped Murong Yan's face.

"Your Highness!" Cong Qing couldn't help exclaiming, but Murong Yan raised his hand.

"go out!"

"But..." Cong Qing hesitated.

But it was already too late, Murong Yan took an object casually and waved it back, the door was slammed shut by the object.

Cong Qing was locked outside the door.

And in the room...

Murong Yan held Ning Jiwei's hand tightly, trying to wake him up, "Zikai, you see clearly, I am not someone else, I am Murong Yan, do you remember me?"

"Murong Yan?" Hearing the name, Ning Jiwei fell silent briefly.

That's right, Murong Yan... that's the son of the enemy!

After that short period of silence, the madness in Ning Ji's micro eyes became more and more violent. He tried his best to break free from Murong Yan's restraint, and even showed a bit of a stern expression, "Let me go! You all deserve to die! I'm going to kill you!" you!"

"Zi Kai!" Murong Yan firmly pressed Ning Jiwei's hands with one hand, and embraced Ning Jiwei with the other hand regardless of Ning Jiwei's struggle.

That kiss came at an inopportune time, even because of Ning Jiwei's lack of cooperation, there was a bloody smell between their lips and teeth.

The stimulation of the smell of blood made Ning Jiwei's brain return to the fragrance for a short time, and then Murong Yan's endless plunder...

Ning Jiwei gradually calmed down under Murong Yan's kiss, but as if thinking of something, his body trembled slightly.

When Murong Yan noticed it, he immediately let go of Ning Jiwei, only to see a face covered with tears.

Ning Ji slightly looked at Murong Yan with pain in his eyes, he choked up, "Murong Yan, my relatives, my servants are all dead, I don't even have a home... But you, why are you still alive? Why are you still alive? Still alive!"

"Zikai..." Murong Yan hugged him again distressedly, "It's okay, it's all over."

"I can't make it through... I can't make it through..." The person in my arms slid down softly, really powerless, so I could only repeat those words while crying.

Like an abandoned kitten.

So pitiful.

Murong Yan half-kneeled on the ground, he hugged Ning Jiwei tightly, patted the man's shoulder, and kissed his hair when the man was tired from crying, and asked softly, "Tell me, what happened?" What happened?"

That kiss had a kind of stabilizing power, but it also brought back the past that Ning Jiwei didn't want to recall the most in his heart.

Ning Ji raised his tear-filled eyes slightly, his eyes were full of sadness, "Today is the... death day of father and mother."

After escaping from the palace that year, Ning Jiwei often fell into nightmares. Later, when he grew up, nightmares were not unusual, but instead, he would be emotionally disturbed every time his parents died.

No matter whether he restrains himself or not, every day, he will always look like a different person, crazy, hating to take revenge, talking about killing enemies, destroying everything that can be destroyed around him, just like a lunatic.

At that time, no one in Lanyou Pavilion could stop him, so they had to let him vent his anger, but today, this is the first time in many years, he was actually stopped by Murong Yan.

To be stopped by the son of an enemy is really ridiculous...

Ning slightly raised his hands to cover his eyes, but when tears slipped through his fingers, he smiled softly, and he said almost powerlessly, "Murong Yan, get out."

That sentence was said so lightly that Murong Yan thought he had heard it wrong. He tried to hold Ning Jiwei's shoulders to make that person look him in the face, but this kind of touch could only keep emphasizing Murong Yan's words in Ning Jiwei's mind. identity.

So Ning Jiwei couldn't bear it any longer, he pushed Murong Yan away with all his strength at the moment, and roared: "Get out!"

"Son..." The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and Murong Yan saw that Ning Jiwei's eyes were full of pain and struggle.

He probably hated himself very much because of his identity.

Murong Yan couldn't say anything further, so he had to smile wryly and change, "Then... I'm leaving right now?"

"After I leave..." Murong Yan looked at Ning Jiwei reluctantly, "Zikai must take care of himself and don't do stupid things, okay?"

What answered him was Ning Jiwei's resolute movement of turning his head.

Murong Yan's face became even more bitter, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

It wasn't until the moment when the door was completely closed that Ning Jiwei's resolute attitude finally eased down.

Ning Ji was slightly barefoot, leaning against the bedpost, hugging herself tightly, as if that way, the bloody and cruel memories of the past would not reappear.

Yesterday's unbridled clothes couldn't cover his body at all, only a light gauze, loosely wrapped around his shoulders, opened, and the coolness of the moment poured in.

But he doesn't care, and he can't care, his heart has already been completely dead in the past, and he can't even feel the chill of the breeze passing through.

All that's left is the pain.

"Royal father, queen mother..." Ning Ji buried his head in his knees as weeping slightly, tears fell on his bare skin.

Incredibly hot.

I don't know how long I cried, the twilight daylight outside gradually faded, and the sky turned into a gloomy sky, and night came.

The room was not lit, and it was plunged into darkness. Ning Jiwei shivered instinctively under the chill.

Suddenly, he heard a piano sound.

That is……

The sound of the piano was clear and shallow at first, and after a few tunes, it came out tactfully, like an old man playing, telling a long dream.

Ning Ji listened slightly, seemed to have thought of something, stood up abruptly, and staggered to the window.

If he heard it right, the sound of the piano is... the song from the previous dynasty!

Ning Jiwei couldn't wait to open the window, he thought he would meet some old friend, but he saw a person sitting cross-legged under the tree, with a guqin on the table in front of him, the person plucked with his slender fingertips, and the tones of the guqin flowed like clouds and flowing water.

The darkness of the world could not hide the elegance of that person, and the few sounds of the piano set him off as if he was in a fairyland.

The breeze floated, and Guan Huang fell down.

"Murong Yan..." Ning Ji murmured slightly.

The official yellow fell on Murong Yan's shoulders, adding a touch of softness, that person's white side face was extremely glaring in Ning Jiwei's eyes, as if separated by mountains and seas, the world was vast, and only the figure of that person remained in his eyes.

Suddenly, Ning Jiwei's thoughts returned to many years ago.

He was still young at that time, listening to the music played by the empress in the palace, he stretched his limbs comfortably under the warm sun.

Xu felt that he was naughty, the queen smiled and nodded his nose, and said softly: "What did my Jiwei learn today?"

"Learned..." Ning tilted his head slightly, pondered for a while, and finally said in a discouraged way: "I can't remember clearly, but I remember that the master brought a lot of books. What are you talking about, my fair lady, a gentleman is so good... Queen Mother, what does this mean?"

"Oh?" The queen smiled deeper and shook her head, "Before I explain to you, I would like to ask you, do you know what the person you like is?"

Ning Ji bit his lower lip slightly, and asked puzzledly: "Is it... like the father and mother?"

"En." The queen replied, "He is the one who will spend his whole life together. Then... when Wei Wei grows up in the future, what kind of woman do he want to marry to spend his whole life with?"

"Marry..." Ning Ji frowned slightly, thought for a moment seriously, and said, "I want to marry a woman with excellent swordsmanship, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, um... she only needs to be outstanding in piano skills, so She will be able to play for her children every day like a queen mother."

"Swordsmanship?" The queen lowered her eyes, and scratched the tip of Ning Jiwei's nose, "How can this be a request for a lady? Has Jiwei thought it through?"

"Hmm..." Ning Ji hugged the queen with his tiny hands, and he simply clung to the queen and refused to let go, "The queen mother hasn't told my son and minister yet, a gentle lady, a gentleman is so good, what does it mean?"

"Yes……"

The breeze interrupted Ning Jiwei's memories, and the distant memory overlapped with the present world, instantly focusing Ning Jiwei's gaze on Murong Yan.

The official yellow on Murong Yan's shoulders was blown off, along Murong Yan's waistline, swirled and placed under the dark color, placed on the robe.

The years were quiet, and at that moment Ning Jiwei's heart was blown by the breeze along with the official yellow, causing ripples.

For no reason, Ning Ji touched his heart slightly.

The sound of the piano never stopped that night.

Someone stayed up all night that night.