White Moonlight's Substitute Road

On a moonlit night, on the balcony, a man in a black cloak was stroking Yaoqin.

The sound of the piano is empty and gurgling, like mountains and rivers, appealing to those who know the sound.

Tang Ling stood motionless by the side, as if turning into a cold and stiff stone statue.

A wisp of green smoke fell from his shoulders, turning into a black cat, Si Que, walking to the feet of the person playing the piano under the moonlight, and rubbing his body as if coquettishly.

The sound of the piano paused, and An Chi lowered his head to look at the big cat who was flattering him, and stretched out his arms with a chuckle.

Immediately, the big cat jumped up lightly and landed on his lap, meowing lowly, as if confiding its heart.

An Chi stroked its head, neck and body, and seemed to have sensed it, and slowly turned his head back...

Tang Ling had a hard life for most of his life.

When he was young, he had a bad life and couldn't get enough to eat, because the eunuch and maid who took care of him would eat his portion of the meal.

He will still be beaten frequently, all for some inexplicable reasons.

When he was older, he finally learned to resist and be tough.

The crazy and fierce appearance frightened the eunuchs and maids who bullied him.

They still didn't treat him respectfully like a prince, but at least they didn't dare to beat him, scold him, or even starve him.

I can eat enough and wear warm clothes.

But the older Tang Ling grew up, the more lonely he felt in life.

The years are long, the world is vast, but he is alone.

When loneliness becomes a habit, even if he has the chance to get out of the cage, he doesn't know where to find freedom and companionship.

Therefore, even after leaving the palace, he still shut himself up in that dilapidated Prince Huai's mansion every day, isolating himself from the world.

Until that day, the sound of the piano echoed him from the other side of the high wall.

Smell the strings and know the elegant tone.

The man's piano sound was melodious, with the joy of the first acquaintance, knocking on his heart without asking his will in the watery moonlight.

Yes, it is joy.

Huai Wang Tang Ling tasted happiness for the first time.

In untouchable rhythms floating in the void.

That kind of happiness is not intense, but soft and slow, accompanying him for many days and nights.

until that day.

It was his birthday that day.

Many people have a happy birthday.

But Tang Ling was not among these people.

Every birthday is a kind of torture for him.

The birthmark on his face not only made him ugly to the point of disgust, but also made trouble on his birthday every year, making him miserable.

He is in pain, his whole body hurts, especially the head with the black birthmark attached, it is like countless evil spirits, usually lurking, but will run out on this day, crying and screaming in his mind , Cursing, even biting and rushing.

He was frightened and in pain, wishing he could smash his head, pull out the devil inside and trample under his feet.

But he couldn't, no matter how painful it was, he didn't want to die like that.

Especially this year, he found joy, he felt companionship.

It was very painful, he endured it all day, and finally heard the sound of the zither when he was on the tip of the willow on the moon.

Like the sound of nature in Purdue Time, it passed through his eardrum skin and entered the heart of his mind.

It miraculously made him feel that the tormenting pain suddenly became less unbearable.

He no longer has to keep banging his head against walls or burying his head in freezing water.

Just listening to the sound of the piano, you can get through the darkest part of the road.

It's just a pity that he didn't have the strength to play the piccolo again to respond to that precious happiness.

And because he didn't respond, the sound of the piano stopped before a piece of music was finished.

Tang Ling was a little disappointed. If possible, he hoped that the sound of the piano would never stop.

But he also knew he couldn't be that greedy.

If you are not greedy, you will be punished.

This is a sentence he overheard an old court lady say.I think it makes sense, so I never dare to be greedy.

But tonight he was not as sensible as he used to be.

He was hurting, vulnerable, and hungry for more.

I don't know if his greedy desire produced the magic.

In the middle of the night when the cursed birthmark was the most vicious and difficult, Tang Ling's wish came true.

The man was wearing a hooded cloak and came under the moonlight, holding a small and exquisite lotus lantern in his hand. The light was dim yellow, holy like the light of a Buddha.

The man walked up to him and leaned down to examine the marks on his face.

After careful inspection for a long time, the man finally put down the lotus lantern in his hand, took out a small brocade pouch from his bosom, rummaged through it for a long while, and took out a black thing from it. .

Then I saw that he didn't know how to manipulate it, the black thing grew bigger and bigger, and took on the shape of a cat, like a cat.

The man bit his own finger, fed the blood into the black cat's mouth, and waved his hand.

The black cat obeyed the command and rushed towards Tang Ling's head.

It was as if a handful of salt had been sprinkled on the wound, and the intense and boiling pain made Tang Ling twitch and struggle like a dying fish, almost unconscious.

Dimly, he seemed to hear countless evil spirits screaming and struggling in the birthmark curse, mixed with the chewing sound of the big cat devouring the evil spirits.

After an unknown amount of time, when he became conscious again, he opened his eyes with effort, only to see the back of the man in the cloak leaving with the lotus lantern in hand.

"Ah..." He struggled to make a sound, trying to persuade him to stay.

The man really stopped.

Slowly turned my head...

Memories of the past overlapped with today's situation.

Tang Ling lost his mind, lost his voice and lost the ability to react.

An Chi, who was half turned around, smiled at him, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said to Tang Ling, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I wonder if the prince's flute is still there?"

He waited for a long time, but Tang Ling still didn't move or answer.

An Chi was not surprised either, he just looked away calmly, lowered his head to tease Si Que, and put his other hand on the Yaoqin, stroking the strings casually.

A gust of wind blew by, and An Chi's half-turned body was in the direction facing the wind, and he immediately coughed lightly.

He just coughed twice, and a figure quickly came over, blocking the oncoming wind for him.

It's a pity that it didn't seem to have any effect. An Chi's light cough seemed to be unable to stop from the beginning.

Tang Ling bent down stiffly, stretched out his long arms, and gently patted An Chi's back with a big hand.

After waiting for a long time, the coughing gradually subsided. An Chi panted slightly, and let go of the big cat, Si Que, who was unconsciously pinched by him when he coughed.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked.

"Meow~" Si Que whispered, with a look of indifference, and wrapped his long tail around An Chi's wrist.

An Chi also continued to touch its soft fur intimately.

Unexpectedly, without touching it twice, Tang Ling, who was standing in front of him to shield him from the wind, picked up the palm of his hand and looked it over carefully.

"How did you do it?" the regent asked him, his tone was not so cold and fierce.

As he spoke, he also grabbed An Chi's other hand.

There were many dark red scratches on the two fair and slender hands.

An Chi's voice was hoarse and weaker after coughing just now, and he replied, "It's nothing, I really wanted to come over and have a look, so I tried to climb over the wall."

Tang Ling frowned, and unconsciously squeezed An Chi's hand harder.

"It didn't work." An Chi felt the force, and hurriedly added: "A Ke sneaked into the palace to find me and saw me, and then sent me here."

"Meow!" Si Que cried out in protest as he felt the coldness unconsciously emanating from Tang Ling's body.

An Chi withdrew one hand, and rubbed Si Que's little ears soothingly.

Si Que immediately fell in love with his eyes, with an expression of great enjoyment.

Tang Ling still held An Chi's hand, looking at the person and the cat in front of him, as if hesitating, but in the end he mustered up the courage to ask, "Si Que... was it a name you casually picked up at that time, or... was it a long time ago?" Just figured it out?"

An Chi knew that the "at that time" he said was the first time Huai Wang Tang Ling appeared in the An family in the capacity of An Jin's deputy commander.

The cat on his shoulder appeared without warning, and jumped to the side of An Chi who was sitting beside him, acting like a spoiled child.

Surprised by those present, they all smiled knowingly.

And the one who was familiar with An Chi said directly: "Master An is probably the reincarnation of some great immortal! Dogs, cats, birds, or sparrows, they are very kind when they see Master An."

Someone beside him echoed: "Who said it wasn't? The last time we hunted and caught a wild fox, when Mr. An passed by the cage, the fox was still screaming at him for help!"

An Chi teased King Huai's black cat but smiled silently.

Someone asked the black cat's name again, and Tang Ling looked blank. This cat usually stayed on his shoulder like a tattoo, and occasionally ran out for a stroll, but it never treated it like this. He acted like a baby and begged for hugs, so naturally he didn't have a name.

When others saw King Huai's appearance, they suggested to him: "Lord An is very good at choosing names, let alone someone's child, he can even name cats and dogs in a unique and pleasant way. Your Highness King Huai, Why don't you ask Lord An to give you a name for this soul cat."

Tang Ling went to see An Chi and said he had no objection.

An Chi winked mischievously at him, and opened his mouth and said, "This big cat, it's called Si Que."

At that time, I only thought that he took it at random, but now that I think about it...

When An Chi heard him ask, he replied frankly: "Of course I got it early in the morning. I raised this soul cat with the soul sealing technique, and I just thought it was fun, but I didn't expect it to be cheaper later, my lord."

Tang Ling felt a huge shock in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by a big rock.

He held An Chi's hand even harder, his eyes were swollen with sadness.

An Chi's piano sound, An Chi's back view, An Chi's soul cat raised with blood...

How blind and blind he was in the past, he didn't realize it at all.

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Even earlier today.

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