sick white moonlight

After sending the emperor out of the palace, looking at his temples stained with hoarfrost, he suddenly understood that he was old.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his posture was dignified, yet bright.

"But, my concubine can't bear it."

Liu's arms hung down weakly, and then he grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly, kneading it into a mess.

There are thin lines at the corners of the eyes, and the brows are pale and thin. She caressed this face and sighed in her heart.

Your Majesty, how could the queen let me go?

If you leave, I will have nothing to rely on.

All I can rely on is our child. If he cannot ascend to the throne, how will I be able to gain a foothold in this deep palace in the future.

If the relatives can protect them, maybe there is still some support.

But what the concubine can rely on now is Your Majesty, if the king is not here, how will the concubine deal with herself.

……

"Mingzhang, are you afraid? I'm so scared, so scared. I'm afraid you don't want me anymore." The person behind leaned on the tip of his ear and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, the person in front of him was holding onto his body tightly, his body was swaying, unbearable, but those words fell into his ears without a word.

"You have to fight for it. Besides you, who else is qualified... I need you, and you also need me. What are you rejecting..."

Confused, puzzled, looking at the suddenly appearing white fog, emptying the world, suddenly lost any contact.

The two swirling voices kept repeating and arguing, their minds were as muddled as slurry, and they couldn't see anything.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

"He's just scared, he's very scared, he's afraid of letting out his true self, hahahahahaha..."

"Don't be afraid, so many times, you have succeeded, you can do it."

"What do you know? He's not afraid that he can't do well. Heh, he has a lot on his mind!"

"He needs you, and you also need to do this. There is no more perfect choice than this. Are you really afraid of doing this? Or, are you afraid of the uncontrollable choice and the unimaginable s consequence?"

"He's afraid to do this. It's probably a joke. He's afraid of unimaginable consequences. No, no, no, it's just a cover-up. What is he afraid of? What he is afraid of is not his true self."

"No one knows him better than me."

"The desire to control, for him, is like nature. The desire to grasp everything and let him manipulate is deeply rooted in his heart. He knows that he will not be able to bear it, and he will try it time and time again. Once again weighing, and then making a choice, he likes the feeling that everything is in his own hands, even manipulating others. So, he likes to escape from the mass crowd, get into a small corner, don't care too much, indulge in himself world."

"He was just escaping, escaping the past, escaping the memories and facts he had remembered."

"No, I didn't." He An slumped on the chair, looking confused.

"No need to deny it. I know you remember something about your past."

"How many times have you been a scrambler?" the voice asked.

"570 eight times." He An replied without thinking.

"When did you meet him?"

"In... the world where I was born." He An replied after being silent for a while.

"Who is he? Who are you? I know you know very well, don't lie to me, it's not good for you to look at yourself."

"He is... the one who saved me."

"It's not just that." There was a bit of laughter in that voice.

"He's...my adopter." He An paused, and then added, "He's also my...teacher."

"I know, after you left that world, you first became a contender for many times alone, and then with your teacher, oh, no, at this time, he should be your partner, and started to cooperate. How about you? Are you satisfied with the rest of the journey?"

"I was confused and scared."

"afraid of what?"

"In the beginning, I indulged myself and did everything I could get, but I was still not satisfied. Then, he came and helped me out of that. But I was still afraid."

"You are afraid of the self who is full of desires and never gets enough."

He An was silent for a while, and finally he replied.

"No one knows what I will become. But I know that I need to control myself, control my obsession, and learn to accept imperfection."

"What do you think of him? The feelings he has for you."

"Maybe God played a little joke on us." He An tried to use a relaxed tone to narrate, but slowly, he became more and more silent and sad.

"At first, maybe I had a certain degree of attachment to him, but he refused. So later, I chose to give up. Giving up is giving up. After experiencing the newborn world, I decided to go forward alone. However, we actually We met again. In other words, he came to look for me. However, I blurred, blurred all the feelings I had for him. Time has worn me down, and what I have left is only the desire for knowledge. "

"But you still accepted him."

"In the beginning, we were collaborators, and I have to admit, I was more selfish than him, and he always took on more than me. I needed him, to guide me, as before, to keep me on the right path. "

"So, we pushed the boat along the way, and you are together."

"Yes, but he's not satisfied, and I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

He An asked with a little confusion: "What is love? Is there eternal love, or will love be reduced to ashes and peace with the passage of time."

"Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not." He An got up, and the vast fog in front of his eyes cleared, revealing the night sky full of stars.

The night is deep, the moon is bright, and the stars are bright.

Countless stars seem to be pluckable.

How beautiful such a sky is, it completely made him lose his words. The shock made him, who saw this starry sky for the first time in a real sense, secretly decide that one day, he would leave this piece of gray under his feet. Destroy the bleak land and chase the universe.

The planet he was born on was once called Ruins.

It's a world that's been abandoned, worthless, and nobody's looking.

Competition, blood, violence, and regression are constantly happening in this world.

Once, it was called the land of no peace, no hope, that is, ruins.

Until, someone came along and decided to change everything.

He brought hope, weaved the future, and let himself know what love is.

He An recalled the past, with a faint smile on his face, but accompanied by a lingering sadness.

Everything has passed, and I can only embrace the future.

Besides, he was still waiting for himself.

He An smiled in relief, retreating from the haze and melancholy of the past, and the only thing left was Shu Lang's heart.

In the middle of the night, Huo Zhou, the night watchman in the hall, turned his body and took a sneak peek at His Highness who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, This Highness has finally returned.

On weekdays, because the prince was sent out of the city by His Majesty and never returned to the capital, the servants in the palace began to find a way out for themselves. His Highness is soft and friendly, so what about those who are waiting in the palace? don't know.However, although the First Prince is a nice person, in this palace, everyone knows who they want to please the most, except for His Majesty.

If His Majesty likes it, naturally the people above and below dare not neglect it.

If His Majesty doesn't like it, he will naturally have no future to move forward. Those who are ambitious have already figured out a way out, and those who can't get out are mostly perfunctory.

Although people with a discerning eye knew that the prince was not liked by the emperor, the ministers of the former court all wanted to make the eldest prince the crown prince. Most of them have lost their expectations, and the rest is just following the crowd.

Unlike other people who compliment His Highness superficially and contemptuously in private, Huo Zhou is really grateful to the First Prince. He is not good at words and is not easy to make friends with. Something no one wants to do.Not only was the monthly salary low, but even the clothes he received according to regulations were deducted. In addition, he was not good at fighting and caring about others. Although the days of guarding the library were lonely and boring, he endured it.

It was the first prince who went to the library after returning to the palace after the death of his biological mother. Seeing that he was quiet and good at books, he was transferred to his side as a close servant.

However, before the First Prince went to the Buddhist temple to copy scriptures and keep his filial piety, everything was kept simple. When he left, he only brought the two who had served with him in the past, plus some guards.Naturally, he had not been taken away. When he stayed in the palace, although he still expected to be reused, he heard the bitter irony from the troublemakers around him, and he couldn't help feeling a little irritated and depressed.

Fortunately, His Highness finally came back.Huo Zhou could only be grateful for this from the bottom of his heart.

His Highness is such a good person, how could His Majesty not be happy?

Through the thin gauze curtain, only the vaguely visible outline can be seen.

Speaking of his impression of this Highness, the only thing Huo Zhou remembers is his kind and gentle expression, and his elegant and outstanding face.

As the days passed, his face gradually faded away, only the easy-going and generous demeanor made him miss it from time to time.

In the palace, although he was not treated well and had never done any good work, he probably met a few nobles in the palace.

In this imperial palace, not only His Majesty but also his empresses and concubines live, there are also some royal family members, and even some lost concubines and relatives' children left by Li Zong.

The children of these clansmen are naturally masters, and they can't help being arrogant and conceited when treating them as servants.

There are also princes and others, who are even above the upper middle school. They are already old, and the princes will naturally be entrusted with food and go out of the palace to build a mansion. Naturally, they spend less time in the palace.

But now, it is a special time.

His Highness is already in the year of crowning. As the eldest son of the emperor, according to the practice of the dynasty, Benyin was established as the crown prince early and established the position of prince, and then the rest of the princes were crowned kings and built mansions outside the palace.

However, His Highness has been reluctant to appoint a crown prince for a long time. As a result, the princes are getting older, but they still live in the palace. Unavoidably, some disputes have arisen.Although not big, the princes were not involved, so as not to hurt Xiang Xu's way.But these servants, in their daily lives, naturally have a deep understanding of this.

Huo Zhou has also heard some palace people talk about the princes and daughters in the palace in private. Among them, the fourth prince from Concubine Liu Gui is the most difficult to serve, followed by the second and third princes. The second prince is not too fussy , but it can't hide the rigorous nature of his biological mother, concubine Shu, who treats the palace people quite harshly.The third prince was quite kind to his servants, there was no news about it, and he also rewarded him a lot.

As for His Highness, he is the most amiable.

But too much tolerance will inevitably lead to loss of order.

But recently, His Highness has not been as lenient with the maids around him as before.

Huo Zhou thought in private, His Highness still knew it well.

As for the others, he, a slave, can worry about anything else.

On the second day, when Huo Zhou served His Highness to get up as usual, His Highness looked a little confused when he got up, and then muttered to himself, "It seems that I forgot something." But after finishing speaking, His Highness shook his head lightly and sighed : "Xu Shi, after a long time, my memory is not as good as it used to be."

After freshening up, I put in some jasper japonica rice porridge cooked on a low fire, then went to the study room, found a few volumes of books that I seldom read every day, sat on the couch in front of the desk, and read them quietly.

Huo Zhou stood by, looking at the little sunlight coming in from the window sill, and the ground was bright.Time flies by, only a little cracking sound of pages turning from time to time can be heard, small and broken, very peaceful, it can't help but remind him of the verse he read a while ago.

Every day, the spring is brighter than the sun, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the slope of the mountain city.

When winter turns to spring, the sun is warm and windy, and the scenery is just right.

Huo Zhou stood aside, feeling the clear and peaceful atmosphere, and silently recited his favorite literary theory.

……

Outside the bookshop, the sky was gloomy and it was still not yet dawn. Scholars who had passed the provincial examination gathered here, all with solemn faces, waiting for the invitation before the imperial examination.

"The third provincial test." A person in the inner hall of the bookstore said slowly.

After hearing this, the guards in the outer hall shouted their horns loudly, and the sound of the horns spread outside the bookstore.

Xiao Lingyin stood up under the eyes of the people around her, walked slowly, and entered the hall under the inspection of the guards.Walk slowly in small steps until you reach the desk.There are two people sitting in front of the desk, all with purple round collars and large sleeves, with a skirt and a cross skirt, leather belts around their waists, Futou on their heads, and boots on their feet.The one on the left has a thin, bearded face, fair complexion, and the one on the right has a round body and a red complexion.

There is a wide and long desk outside. There is a piece of white paper full of words in the upper left corner as a case. There is also half a piece of white paper in the middle, a brush, and an inkstone.

Salute, take a seat, write.

Slowly write his name and place of origin on the white paper, and the correct and rigorous lowercase letters slowly appear.

While writing, I only heard the person sitting in the upper left corner ask with a slight surprise.

"Are you Xiao Ziyu, the disciple that Hengshan has accepted in recent years? I never thought that you would be so young, but you are a young talent."

Xiao Lingyin never stopped writing, only put down the pen after finishing writing, and spoke out.

"Students have been greatly loved by their mentors since childhood."

"I haven't seen Mr. Hengshan for many years." The thin-faced man said again.

"Submit the number paper." Said the person on the right.

Xiao Lingyin presented the white paper with remaining characters in his hands, and the two officials passed it around to observe it, nodded slightly, and the one on the left spoke.

"Let's go down with a good number paper. Although the provincial examination results are good, you must not slack off in the palace examination."

"Students, remember." Xiao Lingyin said in a low voice, took back the number paper, and left the hall.

Half an hour later, the sky gradually dawned, and outside the bookstore, Xiao Lingyin was still waiting for the scholars who came together.

When he, Shen Fei and the others came, they agreed that after taking the number, they would go to Aunt Cui's shop, which is the most famous seller of wontons in the capital, to have breakfast together.

Asking for a number is a necessary procedure before the palace examination. Candidates can only enter the palace on the day of the palace examination with the number paper.

As early as a few days ago, those scholars who passed the provincial examination received the "Imperial Examination Notice", which contained the matters that need to be paid attention to when taking the imperial examination.Looking at this book, most of the palace examination process is familiar.

Another scholar went to Dr. Cha and asked about literati anecdotes from the palace examination, which can be regarded as adding some confidence.

As the sun rose, the four of them walked on the street. The monks in the aisle held wooden fishes and knocked on the doors of the residents, announcing the dawn loudly.

"Mr. Ziyu, do you know who was sitting in the hall before?" A man said loudly through the sound of the bell.

"Xu is Wen Rucheng, Deputy Prime Minister of the current dynasty." Xiao Lingyin did not answer, but Shen Fei answered leisurely.

"Mr. Banshan is right. The one on the left is Mr. Wen, and the one on the right is probably Zhao Zhicheng, the imperial censor."

Xiao Ling lowered his head slightly and walked forward silently.

"Today is a good day. Don't cheer up yet!" Shen Fei slapped his shoulder and laughed.

Xiao Lingyin turned her head, straightened her body, and looked at the baskets under the eaves from an oblique angle. There were some thatch spread on it, and a little dew on the bellflowers.

"Yes, yes." He smiled, but didn't refute much.

As the people moved forward and approached the downtown area, the flow of people gradually increased, and the boiling heat rose from the walking vendors carrying their burdens, the cumulus clouds in the sky were white and thick, and the sun shone into the earth.

"Auntie Cui, here we are."

Seeing the four freehand and rough characters written on the white cloth in front, there are already many people sitting at the small square tables in the pavement, and another guy is holding white dough and pulling thin strips of long noodles.

Xiao Lingyin stopped and rubbed his eyes that had been stabbed by the skylight.