The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

The tall and majestic palace walls half-hid the moon in the background. The faint light is like a handful of shattered silver sand stepping on the bridge in the sky, quietly flowing in through the cracks in the door and window, dyeing the man sitting alone in the dark. The inexplicable desolation of the color, hair like ink, staring blankly at the piece of white jade pendant in his hand, his fingers rubbing the texture on it little by little, the once deep and gorgeous texture has become extremely smooth due to the frequent caress of the previous owner The appearance is the most personal thing found from that person: "Today is the third day, right?"

He doesn't need to answer the hourglass on the table just finished spilling, that's the deadline for the third day, from now on he is the real master of the dynasty, and he doesn't need to care about anyone's lip corners twitching, wanting to laugh, but the sound is like weeping softly With a groan, the corners of the lips suddenly overflowed with a little bright red, "Your Majesty, your injury is not healed, it's already dark, let's rest, the hourglass is at the end, you don't have to worry about that thief turning over again."

The old eunuch who had been standing silently in the dark like a shadow finally couldn't help but step forward to persuade Murong Zi when he saw the blood on his lips, and the man was carefully covered with a snow-white fox fur cloak The warm and soft fox fur Murong Ziqing shuddered: "No"

Throwing the snow-white cloak on the ground, a little bit of dust stained|polluted the flawless purity. Murong Ziqing stared fiercely at the cloak on the ground, his eyes were constantly changing, sometimes soft, sometimes sighing, sometimes hating and sometimes nostalgic: "Mr. I don’t want to see anything from Jimohuan”

"burn it"

It was made of a dozen pure white foxes that the man hunted with his own hands. He still remembers the expression of the man offering the treasure, but it can only exist in the depths of his memory. "Observe."

The tranquility and sadness just now when the palace door opened was just a momentary taste. The palace people came in one after another and moved the many objects in the room away one by one. He still put the jade pendant in his sleeve. Maybe he was just unconscious. Maybe he just regretted it. Maybe it was the jade pendant that he gave away because he was reluctant to destroy the imperial case. The man wore a crown on his head and nine pearls hung down to cover his expression The civil and military officials lined up were a little frightened under the heavy eyes of the emperor. No one dared to underestimate this seemingly weak imperial palace that was once firmly placed under the wings of the regent. Carry out "Since you have nothing else to do, let's retreat from the court"

The Son of Heaven gave orders when there were no more ministers coming out, but at this moment, a general came out eagerly, with a hint of flattery on his face: "The emperor doesn't know what to do with the former regent's family who are under house arrest in the mansion?" Jimo Huan, who was betrayed, also..."

Murong Ziqing's eyes were a little fuzzy in the former regent's family, he couldn't hear what the person below was saying, but he intuitively felt that the person had a hideous face, Ji Mohuan, could a villain like you, who has fallen into trouble, call out at will? He remembered this The general is someone who was reprimanded by Jimo Huan because of beating and scolding his subordinates. Murong Ziqing could hardly bear to stand up and scold him and drag him out, but he is now the master of the dynasty. The right man straightened his back and looked indifferent: "The regent colluded with the remnants of the previous dynasty for rebellion. Yu Xiaoxiang took the lead in slandering. Now the regent is dead. I think it is due to the court's removal of his regent position and accepting him." The seal of commanding troops and his family..."

For a moment, the white jade pendant under the sleeve was burning and hot. Murong Ziqing's eyes flickered under the curled eyelashes: "Nian Qi didn't know about it. Keeping the position of the clan should not be embarrassing, but the law should not be ignored. From now on, the three generations of the Mo clan will not Serving as an official in the court"

"Yu Xiaoxiang's heinous crimes not only caused me to lose a minister of the humerus, but also kidnapped King Rui County and disappeared. I hate it deeply and think deeply. Since you are so concerned about this matter, go and arrest Yu Xiaoxiang on my behalf. Life or death, if you kill him The arresting officer is promoted to three levels..."

The general looked happy and wanted to thank you, but Murong Ziqing's next sentence made him change his face: "There is also Prince Rui County waiting for you to bring him back safely. I will give you full responsibility for these two matters." Others have to intervene and don’t go back to Beijing if they can’t do it.”

A word from the emperor decides the fate of a man

That person Yu Xiaoxiang was able to break into the Forbidden Palace alone, and retreat with his whole body in the case of injuring the emperor. Unless there are thousands of troops, who can say that he will be able to capture him, especially in the hands of the opponent? When the hostages are moving, the snow-white petals are spinning and falling from the sky, and the hexagonal ice crystals are tremblingly hanging from the branches. The morning sun shines on the forest stream in the mountains, and the silver lights dazzle the eyes. A gust of cold wind blows and rustles the ice crystals. The bone-piercing Liang Murongqi wiped the corner of his eyes with his hand and watched the snow-covered man digging hard with his five fingers into the ground that had been hardened by the freezing. The red is like the red plums blooming in the snow, beautiful but also desolate The corners of the eyes are no longer sour Murong Qi stepped forward and silently put down the cold food in his hand, then retreated silently In the simple wooden house, there was an old bed and a man with a missing leg The stool and the small table with a missing corner are all the furniture. If the most conspicuous and luxurious thing in this room is nothing more than the pair of coffins that are docked on the inside of the wall, the length is two meters and the width is one meter. The precious golden nanmu occupies half of the cabin. On the front of the coffin are paintings of cranes and deer in the stele hall. On both sides of the coffin are two golden dragons flying in the clouds, chasing and teasing precious pearls. Lu Dongbin is painted around the dragon. The weapons used by the Eight Immortals are also known as the "Dark Eight Immortals". There are also Guqin, ancient paintings, plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, and peach durian.

Such delicate and cumbersome carvings are all caused by him watching the man digging a hole outside, drawing and depicting bit by bit, sleepless and almost crazy, Murong Qi just looked at the feeling in his heart, for some reason, he knew who the person lying inside was. But until now, there is still no real feeling. The man who made him look up to, the man he thought in his heart that one day he would look up to, died like this. He still remembers being a man covered in blood with an antidote in his hand. Staggering, unable to even stand still, but pushing open the door with a smile on his face, there was a moment of terrifying silence. Yu Xiaoxiang didn't kill him, nor let him go. He made a deal with him, let him choose to help him or Went out to meet those who were searching for him, but Murong Qi chose to stay away from the capital and temporarily escaped from his father who made him feel horrified, and accompanied the two of them on the last journey. Already covered by a layer of white snow, the sky and the earth are wrapped in a piece of silver, as if weeping for the sadness of this scene Murong Qi watched the simple and elegant man in green clothes lose weight, but he still firmly held the already cold man who was taller and stronger than him. He tightly restrained him and protected him in his arms. He saw that his scarred fingers were difficult to separate, and his fingers were clasped together. His throat was somewhat blocked, and the coffin lid in his hand could not be closed for a long time: "Have you thought about it clearly?"

The man's bloodshot eyes, which had always seemed a bit crazy, were unexpectedly clear and transparent, with the clarity and elegance of the autumn sky. There was even a leisurely smile on the man's lips: "I have always been very clear about what I am doing."

His hand brushed the cold skin on the man's neck with nostalgia, but it was as if he was caressing the smoothest silk in the world: "I have hated for so many years, thought about it for so many years, studied for so many years, and I can't fight it His innocence is only now that I realize that he can be mine only."

"Murong Ziqing hehe, he must be regretting now, but it was too late because he pushed Huan away. I let him live and let him live to feel the pain of losing this person little by little..."

The man smiled, a little smug, a bit flamboyant, obviously a man stained with frost, exuding a charming charm at this moment, how could Yu Xiaoxiang be unhappy, since he was seriously injured and weak, he was able to get the antidote of seven flowers and seven insects from Murong Ziqing At that time, he saw his heart clearly earlier than that person, but he would never let go, so he let the scheming emperor wait until he understood his frozen heart, and suffered day and night losing the one he loved the most. The pain and torment of a person, but the pity that even that person's body cannot be found is the greatest punishment. Murong Qi suddenly felt relieved, because in the man's relaxed and comfortable smile, he understood that the man's feelings are a little sad but also a little envious of his hands. The heavy coffin lid is no longer so heavy: "Congratulations on getting what you want"

The coffin was fixed on the strong coffin nails, and the man's breathing seemed to be intermittent. He didn't know when the man would choose to stop, but he knew that Yu Xiaoxiang would never let go of the person in his arms from birth to death. Murong Qi was in control of the rope. Slowly lower the two-person nanmu coffin into the depths of the cave dug by Yu Xiaoxiang himself, then pick up the shovel next to it, and lift up and down handfuls of soil until the exquisite crane picture is finally buried, and the grave is covered by snow again. The shovel threw away the wine in his hand to pay homage: "You have finally fulfilled your wish..."

There seemed to be a long murmur echoing in my ears: "Thank you..."

Looking up at the seemingly endless cliff top, looking at the clouds next to the cliff top that seem to be in contact with the sky, looking at the vines swaying in the wind, looking at the boundless and distant future, Murongqi smiled wantonly and joyfully: " Thank you……"

A heart that has been wandering, a heart that has been suffering, a heart that has been wandering, a heart that has been searching for something, and a sensitive string has been plucked as Yu Xiaoxiang and Jimo Huan were buried under the loess at the same time. He thinks he finally If I can't leave a mark on your heart If I can't keep your people by my side If I can't bear the loneliness without you If I can't bear the sorrow of killing you Then I will die with you