[Langya Bang] Outside listening

Chapter 29

At the end of August, Longevity Day.

The birthday of the Son of Heaven is celebrated everywhere, and Wang Bayi got up early in the morning to paint his eyebrows and eyes by the mirror, playing with his heart, sketching, and finally drew a lotus flower on his forehead, and turned around with a lingering look: "How is it?"

Qing Xing twisted the cloth towel in the water, and handed it over expressionlessly: "Princess, please cleanse your face."

Xiao Jinglin was offended by the teasing laughter of his princess. After coughing for a while, he took the facecloth tremblingly and wiped it carefully until it was clean. Then he asked someone to comb his hair: "There are too many painted skin ghosts today. I'm not going to join in the fun, ten years of planning is all done today, that person must be in a mess, so he doesn't even care to pay attention to me."

Qing Xing said nothing.

Wang An faced the mirror and looked at his pale face: "In my life, I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and it is of no benefit to the country or my family. In the end, I can exchange half a year of my remaining life for half a life of Mei Lang, which is of little use...Qing Xing, wait until I'm gone... , you can go to your big brother Zhen Ping..."

The strands of hair are all bundled up in one area, and the gold rings are engraved with pythons connecting head to tail, and two shining king beads are tightly embedded in it, exquisite and luxurious, not a crown.

Compared with King Qi's dress in that painting, it is only one crown away.

Emperor Liang's birthday banquet, all the officials congratulated him, and the eighth son of the emperor presented countless generous gifts, including a scroll of paintings, which, being coquettish and foolish, forced his father to open it on the spot.Emperor Liang was in the right mood and responded with a smile, saying that if the painting is not good, he will look better in the future.The father is kind and the son is filial, so lively.After arguing for a while, it was others' turn to offer gifts, so Xiao Jinglin retreated to his seat. On the table were seasonal fruits and tributes from all over the world. He picked up a fruit and gnawed it slowly, watching the singing and dancing with calm eyes.

The birthday poems are written by you and I will appear on the stage. The red dress of the dancing girl is fierce, and the eldest princess of Liyang is dressed in a dark dress. The contrast between thick black and bright red is sharp.

Emperor Liang's drunken eyes were hazy: "Come to Yang? Do you want to write a poem?"

A good poem written by the eldest princess.

Xie Yu's five major crimes, each and every one of them clearly, are written in black and white with his own handwriting, and the blood at the end of the text is already dirty red.Weeping blood, wanting to retry this shocking injustice case, the court officials knelt down on the ground, and all of them seconded it.

"You... are forcing me so..."

The prince stood up, and in the eyes of the old emperor begging and praying, he said firmly every word: "My son and minister second."

What second, this is the mastermind.

However, the crown prince's general situation has been achieved, even if the royal sword is out of the sheath and pointed directly at his heart, he can't really move forward.

Wu pressed all the officials to kneel, who else in this palace did not kneel?His eyes froze, there was someone sitting on the table, still looking calm, Xia Jiang's words were still in his ears, and the old emperor's eyes were bloodshot: "You! You are not Su Zhe! You are the resurrected, traitor!!"

Chaotic thief.

Behind the rebellious officials and thieves, another person stood up.

The prince's robe, with the pattern of dragons stretching their teeth and claws, is dark red like coagulated blood.The old emperor knew that his beloved son's face was exactly like that of an old man, but he didn't know how much Jing Lin looked like that person when he was not smiling.The boy's complexion was ashen, and the survivor was like the ghost of King Qi.

The ghost knelt before him, touched his forehead to the ground lightly, and said nothing.

"...Jinglin... Even you... It's useless for me to love you so much, is this how you repay your father..."

The ghost still poked its head on the ground, and said softly, with almost no emotion: "Father, my son only wishes to see his mother's spirit card in this life."

How long is this life.

When the old emperor staggered out of the palace gate, he wept bitterly without any image.

Chi Yan overturned the case, 13 years of painstaking efforts finally got what he wanted, Lin's ancestral hall was restored, Lin Shu wore hemp and mourning, and wept before his death.

Xiao Jinglin knelt in front of his lord and his father, without saying a word.

On the old emperor's lap was his youngest son's birthday gift, meticulously drawn, the old man was ready to come out, his wrinkled hands lightly brushed the person in the painting, and there was a cloudy tear in the corner of his eye.

"Jing Yu... used to be my pride..."

The firstborn son, the treasure in his heart, is the one who is in the arms of a new father. From babbling to eloquence, every process is in his father's heart.

"Jing Lin, the throne is such a thing. I told Lin Shu that it's the same for anyone who sits on it. Jingyan doesn't care what he is now, as long as he has been on it for a long time, he will change. Lin Shu didn't believe it, and he just didn't believe it. Ha, he doesn't believe it... My son, what do you think?"

Xiao Jinglin knelt straight, and smiled slightly, his brows were bright, but his smile was cold. He said: "Whether it changes or not, let him see for himself... forget it, I will never see Brother Wang change."

The old emperor caressed the painting and sighed desolately: "Why didn't I let you die in Changle Palace back then..."

Xiao Jinglin kowtowed: "My son and minister are blessed, but thank you father and emperor for your kindness."

Changle Palace, the cobwebs of Changle Palace sealed the gate of the palace, and a whisk could not blow it away.

Xiao Jinglin broke the seal of the abandoned palace and stepped into the old place. Ashes rose every step of the way for more than ten years, and the air was full of thick dust.

The heather tree that I climbed when I was young is entangled with vines, the small window that was once turned over is rotten, the tiger is still on the bed, and when I pat it with my tentacles, I can only see flying ash, but I can’t shake out A Niang’s colorful and exquisite needlework. piece.

This man was not too dirty, threw himself on the small bed of the year, coughed in the dust, and covered his eyes with the tears he coughed. Closing the curtain with him, the smile is the same as before.Someone was holding him in his arms, the familiar aroma, the gentle whisper, humming the nursery rhymes of the past.

In an instant, all the grievances came to his mind, and he threw himself into the arms of the man, tears streaming down his eyes, and only called: "Aniang..."

Mother, mother, mother!

Someone at the door mocked in a low voice: "Crying when you see your mother, is it shameful or not?" Looking up, he saw that the elder brother was smiling as before, and his charm was still the same.

Changle Palace, you can get Changle.

On October 25th of the sixth year of Yuanyou, there was heavy snow overnight in Baicheng, the eighth son of the emperor Xiao Jinglin died in the abandoned palace. He was eighteen years old, and he was not as weak as the crown.

The prince wept bitterly in the court, and the palace was full of plains. He was buried generously in Weiling. On the day the coffin was sealed, Qing Xing committed suicide.

The author has something to say: Well, continue to take revenge on society.The latter chapter was cut by me so we won't broadcast it.