I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

In a year of calm and calm, an unusual event happened in the royal city of Jiang Kingdom. The Prince Yan, who returned victorious after the expedition, had not arrived safely, but was shot to death by the sixth prince Xiao Yiran who appeared halfway at the foot of the mountain.

The entire Jiang Kingdom knew that the culprit, Xiao Yiran, was an out-and-out lunatic. If someone else killed the prince, the common people would feel strange, but if the matter was done by Xiao Yiran, they would just sigh with regret and would not think that such a It was strange that crazy things happened to him. After all, he had always been cold-natured and behaved strangely, and more weird things had happened to him, not to mention that Shizi had never dealt with him.

Emperor Xiao Yiyang is kind-hearted and magnanimous. Since he ascended the throne, he has been extremely kind to civil and military officials, common people and concubines in the harem.

What he often talked about was that his sixth brother was a pitiful person since he was a child, and he was so crazy because he was hit when he was young. As his second brother, he should treat him well, even if this sixth brother never appreciates it.

This time, he cried bitterly in front of all civil and military officials.The Son of Heaven, who has never asked for anything, is so humble and bows his head for his ignorant brothers. The people of the country are reluctant to say more, even if they have a little word. In the end, the sixth prince was fined with three years' salary and confined in the palace.

After the death of Prince Yan, it is reasonable to say that the culprit, the Sixth Prince, should have kept a low profile, but he always did something different from ordinary people. celebrate.

The death of the son, the whole country mourned for him, and even the shops on the street consciously hung up white silk, the whole palace was completely white, except for the six princes' mansion, which was decorated with lights and festoons, which looked very strange.

It was getting dark before the Sixth Prince came out of the room and walked unhurriedly towards the yard where there were firecrackers piled up as high as a hill.

He held a fiery red candle in his hand, and the candle was burning brightly.

A slight night wind blows, and the candlelight flickers on and off.

The candlelight overlapped with the night, making it hard to see the expression on the Sixth Prince's face at this moment.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the sparks shook a little more violently, and then the Sixth Prince threw the white candle in his hand into the pile of firecrackers.

In an instant, sparks shot up in all directions, and the Sixth Prince stared at the exploding firecrackers, motionless.

The crackling sound of firecrackers was too attractive, Wang Butler was worried and followed the sound.

"My lord, the corner of your clothes is on fire!" Steward Wang pushed the lord into the room and stomped out the sparks on the corner of his clothes. Only then did he notice that the sixth lord was trembling oppressively.

Steward Wang sighed, and hurriedly handed over the hand warmer and fox fur. He wondered how long the Sixth Prince had stood in the wind, and even his hair felt cool.

"My lord, hurry up and warm up. It's so cold, so you should wear unlined clothes."

The man who was called the Sixth Prince raised his head to look at the butler, but his tone was calm: "Has he been buried?"

With the light in the room, Steward Wang seemed to vaguely see that the eye sockets of the sixth prince were a little red.

"Just buried in the ground, just when the firecrackers sounded in your courtyard."

The sixth prince stopped talking, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea on his own, the butler left wisely and closed the door behind him.

"Yan Yun, I actually killed you in the end." The ice-cold tea poured down from his throat until it reached his heart, but the sixth prince seemed to be unconscious, and poured himself a few more cups.

After finishing speaking, he suddenly dropped the teacup, laughed loudly, and stumbled towards the head of the bed, took out a lake-blue dress and a piece of crumpled paper from the innermost layer of the quilt, and he stroked the paper almost dully. the word.

The paper seemed to be quite old, the corners were slightly yellow, and there were only three deliberately enlarged characters on it - "Xiao Yiran".

The font is still a bit childish, and one can tell at a glance that it was written by a child who has just learned to write.

Xiao Yiran is the name of the Sixth Prince.

This picture was written by Yan Shizi when he was a child.

The lake blue robe was stolen by Xiao Yiran from Shizi Yan's residence.

It was late at night, and the firecrackers in Xiao Yiran's courtyard had long been ignited, but the lights in the house were still on, but there was no movement in the room, only a vague figure could be seen through the window.

The servant girl came to clean up the residue of firecrackers lightly.

"Tell me, does the lord really hate Yan Shizi that much? Even if everyone is dead, no one can live in peace." The servant girl asked in a low voice.

"In this world, there is probably no one who hates Prince Yan more than the prince."

"How to say it?"

In the long night, the interesting stories of princes and nobles have become a pastime to kill boredom.

The servant put down the broom and began to talk nonsense: "Shizi Yan and our lord have known each other since they were young, and they have a good relationship in the first place."

"only……"

"It's just what?" The little servant girl was listening intently, urging the servant to continue.

"It's just that Yan Shizi is from the emperor's side, and our prince is someone who is always guarded by the emperor. After a long time, the two of them became strangers."

"What's more terrible is the hatred of taking his wife."

Girls are born to listen to gossip. Hearing this, the little maid became even more excited: "Is that Princess Liang?"

"Yes, the princess originally fell in love with our lord, and she didn't want to be raped by Shizi Yan, and the good marriage would be gone like this."

The two were chatting happily, but the door that was originally closed was suddenly opened wide. As soon as the two looked up, they saw Xiao Yiran's expressionless face.

"roll."

With Xiao Yiran's voice of suppressed anger, the two of them almost couldn't stand still in fright.

The housekeeper heard the sound, and seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately drove the two out of the yard, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

In the past few days, Xiao Yiran's mood has been up and down, and his temper has become more elusive.

Butler Wang cautiously opened his mouth and said tentatively: "My lord, it's already three o'clock, let's rest early."

Xiao Yiran let out a faint "hmm", turned around and entered the room.He hesitated for a while, and finally added: "Uncle Wang, prepare a horse for the king tomorrow morning."

Since Prince Yan's accident, Xiao Yiran has not been out of the house for a long time because of being grounded.

Hearing that he was going out, the housekeeper's heart sank, and just about to speak to persuade him, Xiao Yiran had already closed the door without saying a word.

From then on, Xiao Yiran would visit Shizi Yan's tomb every day when it was just dawn.

But most of the time he just stood quietly in front of the grave without saying a word.

Occasionally, I will reach out and pull out the newly grown weeds on the grave mound.

In the evening, he led the old horse that had lost its teeth, and returned to the palace alone, without extra expressions or movements, and became more and more taciturn, like a marionette.

On this day, Xiao Yiran came to Shizi Yan's grave again, and stood there for a while as usual, when he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a cockroach eating Shizi's tombstone.

He stretched out his hand to pat the cockroach a few times, but before he could pat the cockroach, he drew out his sword and split the cockroach on the tombstone in half.

There was a loud bang, and Shizi's tombstone shattered into two halves.

The crooked stone was crumbling, and the sword happened to hit the name of the son, so the tomb of the son of Yanyun became "the tomb of the swallow."

Xiao Yiran frowned, bent over to lift the tombstone up, but at this moment, a voice came from the tomb: "Xiao Yiran, I, Yan Yun, will not let you go even if I turn into a ghost..."

The intentionally prolonged ending sound is not only unsightly, but also inexplicably funny.

Most likely someone is pretending to be a ghost.

Xiao Yiran sneered with disdain and looked at the dirt bag behind the tomb, and he caught a glimpse of a piece of white and black clothes.

And the human voice came from there.

"If you want me to let you off, come and make offerings to me every day, and bring some good food... Oh, don't pull me by the collar!"

The pretender was caught. Xiao Yiran held a sword in one hand and a disheveled young man in the other.

The young man was still struggling while being carried by Xiao Yiran, like a chicken flapping its wings.

"Who are you, who sent you to follow me?"

Xiao Yiran knew that this man's appearance here was definitely not by accident.

It's just that he didn't have the heart to take care of these things recently. If the old habits were followed, this young man would have been turned into Xiao Yiran's dead soul long ago, so he would never ask any more questions.

"You first, let me down."

The young man was grabbed by the collar and almost strangled to death. He struggled for a long time before he could say such a complete sentence.

Xiao Yiran scanned him warily before letting go.

With a "bang", the young man hit the ground face to face, and had a close contact with Mother Earth.

"As expected of the Sixth Prince, he is indeed vicious!"

"Let's let it go, can you answer my question?"

Xiao Yiran didn't care about the man's abuse at all, he put away his sword, raised the young man's chin, and prepared to intimidate him.

But when he saw the young man's face, he couldn't say a word of the cruel words that came to his lips.

Although this young man is unkempt, Xiao Yiran will never forget those clear eyes.

"Yan Yun..."

Taking advantage of Xiao Yiran's dazzled effort, the young man took the opportunity to break free from the restraints and jumped aside, and lazily said: "You are not the first person to recognize me as Prince Yan."

When he came back to his senses, Xiao Yiran immediately calmed down. He looked carefully and found that although the young man in front of him was indeed somewhat similar to Yan Yun, but there was a mole in the corner of his eye.

There is no mole on Yan Yun's face.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiran suddenly felt a little disappointed. Instead of talking to the young man, he dropped his sword, sat down in front of Yan Shizi's tomb without saying a word, and began to fiddle with the broken tombstone in two. "Three words rubbed back and forth.

"Elder Yan is dead, why don't you let him go? You actually want to destroy his tomb, do you really hate him that much?"

The young man silently kicked Xiao Yiran's sword aside, approached him slowly, and sat down in front of the grave.

Seeing this, Xiao Yiran tilted his head and glanced at the young man, and said coldly: "Come closer, believe it or not, I will kill you."

Everyone in the world is afraid of the moody Sixth Prince, so naturally no one would dare to get close to him like this young man.

"I don't believe it." As he spoke, the young man took a pear that was about to rot from the grave, took a bite of it nonchalantly and said to Xiao Yiran, "One?"

Running around for the past few days, not only can't even eat a full meal, but also be chased and killed by inexplicable people, it's really the bad luck of eight lifetimes to be so embarrassing.

Thinking about it, the young man took another bite of the pear, and stretched out his hand to the moldy steamed buns placed in front of the grave.

Xiao Yiran grabbed his hand, put the steamed bun that he knocked back on the plate, and suddenly said: "Follow me back."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes showed a look of joy in his trickery, and then he pretended to hesitate and said, "Do you care about the food?"