Birdseye

In the heartless sea, this torrential rain has been falling continuously for more than ten days. The dark land is filled with puddles of light red water. The swollen and decayed corpses, ashes and dead leaves are floating on the surface of the water. Those who hide in the dark corners The tiny life like dust in the ocean is also submerged in this vast ocean.

The sky is dark, the clouds are like ink, some light-colored streamers are flying in mid-air, strands of chaotic magic energy are released from the cracks in the seal, blended with the fog of the magical sea, hovering above the head, and the crying of all living beings The howling has never ceased from the day the seal was broken until today.

Chu Sang sat on the pile of rubble and looked up at the gray sky that seemed to be crushed down. The cold rain fell on his face. He raised his hand and wiped it casually. It's blood.

He shook his hands and called Xingru, but he didn't hear his answer for a long time. He turned his head and saw that Xingru beside him had already fallen asleep. Chu Sang pursed his lips and smiled silently, hesitated for a while, He took off his robe and covered Xingru's body.

Xingru frowned, muttered something, turned over and continued to sleep.

Chu Sang jumped down from the pile of rubble, stepping on puddles of water under his feet, splashing many mud spots and light powder splashes, which landed on his clothes, but he didn't care.He just lowered his head and looked down at the busy insects and ants on the ground under his feet, looking a little dazed.

That person once hoped that he would live a mediocre life like these ants, but he just didn't get his wish.

Many times in the past, he didn't understand why he had to spend so many years in this ruthless sea. Obviously, the punishment had already ended, and he should have left here to start a new reincarnation.

He has thought about this matter carefully these days, and he is somewhat clear about what he wants. He has already lost his physical body, and once he leaves the Heartless Sea, he will be reincarnated immediately.

Just starting a new reincarnation means forgetting everything, and then he will no longer be Chu Sang, so what does reincarnation have to do with him?

He smiled, fine snow fell from the sky, reflecting countless streamers, like a piece of silver firefly flying down, a piece of snow-white frost quickly condensed on Chu Sang's long eyelash feathers, he looked up at the sky, the demon seal The cracks in the sky extend a little longer, the rain and snow fly, the seasons are reversed, and the sentient beings in the heartless sea may not be able to last long.

Chu Sang's hair and shoulders were soon covered with a thin layer of snow particles, and he felt a little dazed that he had returned to that cold sarcophagus and was forever sealed in that deep valley.

Not far away, many enchanted monsters were secretly looking at him. Since the day Chu Sang came to Wuqinghai, they have been coveting his soul, but this young master Chu is really good at fighting, so They have been suppressed to death by him for many years, and later, another young master Xingru came, and the damage caused by the combination of these two people is simply doubled.

Now that they have finally become demons, they can't help but have different thoughts about Chu Sang's fascination.

However, these monsters are cowards. When Chu Sang looked back, they immediately trembled. Even though their minds were a little unconscious, the monsters still remembered that it was painful for Mr. Chu to beat someone. After a glance, he quickly put away the magic weapon in his hand, and retreated resentfully.

Chu Sang sneered, and walked slowly towards the seal. Instead of waiting for the day when the seal of the Heavenly Demon is completely broken and all living beings in the heartless sea are wiped out here, it is better for him to sacrifice his soul to repair the seal first. , perhaps there is a chance for Xingru.

He flew up, and dozens of thunderbolts fell on him, his flesh burst open, and blood dripped down. He let out a muffled snort, but his footsteps did not stop. It was extremely bright, and his figure solidified into an incomplete tombstone in the bright light. He closed his eyes, and the past of thousands of years ago was like the overwhelming ashes of the catastrophe, coming one after another.

He was born in June of the ninth year of Daqi Tian'an, Chu Lingyan's first child, but his mother was a bed-climbing dancer, and Chu Lingyan hated him deeply.

Before he was four years old, he was raised by Chu Lingyan's side. During this long period of time, Chu Lingyan was the only child. Although he looked down on his biological mother, he loved him very much.

It's just that after his fourth birthday, Chu Lingyan's treatment of him gradually became colder, and he was sent back to his biological mother. One night in the winter of that year, his biological mother contracted a serious illness and passed away. Sitting in the snow-covered courtyard for a long time, under the pale moonlight, he came to the outside of Chu Lingyan's study like a puppet on a string.

Many times in the past, Chu Lingyan would hold him here to deal with those official documents that seemed to never be finished. The drowsy sun slanted in from the window, and he leaned in Chu Lingyan's arms, holding the paper in his hand. Holding the thin brush, he yawned boredly.

Days like that never seem to come again.

He stood in the study room, bowed his head and thought for a long time. He couldn't figure out why his father didn't want him anymore, and he couldn't figure out what he did wrong.

However, when he raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, his movements froze suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture. He heard the conversation between him and his staff.

Only then did he realize that he was not Chu Lingyan's parent and child.

All his doubts were solved at this moment.

He was born precociously, and knew what this meant. He quietly walked away from the study without disturbing anyone. He returned to his small backyard and looked at his mother who had been dead for a long time on the bed and began to stiffen. His heart was cold. one slice.

If she was still alive, he would like to ask her a little bit, did she climb into Chu Lingyan's bed so painstakingly back then, just to find a powerful father for the child in her womb?And where did she get the confidence to keep this matter from Chu Lingyan for the rest of her life?

But she was dead, and no one could tell her the answers to his questions.

He raised his hand and touched her stiff fingers, and he understood somewhat that maybe she didn't die from a disease, but someone wanted her to die, and it was his turn to be the next one.

The dim candlelight reflected that Chu Sang's face was as pale as the dead man on the bed. He sat like this until the dawn of the next day, watching with cold eyes the servants in the mansion carrying his mother's body out of the house. If she goes out, her life is over like this.

Chu Lingyan never came to see him from the beginning to the end, as if he was going to be left to fend for himself like this in the future.

Since then, Chu Sang has been trapped in all kinds of bizarre nightmares. He dreamed that he was nailed alive in a coffin with his rotten mother beside him; he dreamed that he sank into the deep sea and became a meal in the belly of a fish. I also dreamed that Chu Lingyan held a long sword and pierced his heart, and the bright red blood instantly dyed the world into endless red...

These nightmares stayed with him until he died, his soul imprisoned in the Merciless Sea, and new nightmares took their place.

In recent years, the emperor has become fatuous, licentious and immoral, and the people are full of grievances. Chu Lingyan, the heir of the Qin Dynasty, is gaining more and more prestige in the court. The emperor has always been afraid of him, and now he is eager to get rid of him first.

In the 14th year of Tian'an, King Qin's 60th birthday, the emperor came suddenly and gave Chu Lingyan a pot of wine. Everyone knew that there was something wrong with that glass of wine, but Chu Lingyan had to drink it under such circumstances.

Chu Sang, who had been trapped in the backyard all this time, suddenly trotted over from nowhere, and came in front of Chu Lingyan, as if she didn't know that the wine in the cup was bestowed by the emperor, she just looked up at Chu Lingyan, and the two His big eyes fluttered and he looked innocent, and he said to Chu Lingyan, "Daddy, I want to drink this."

Before Chu Lingyan could speak, he tiptoed and snatched the wine glass from Chu Lingyan's hand, and drank the poisonous wine for him.

If he can survive, Chu Lingyan should be able to spare his life in the future, and it doesn't matter if he dies right away.

The poisonous wine entered his throat, he was still young, he couldn't taste the wine, but he felt that the wine was so spicy that his tears flowed down his throat and flowed through his lungs, as if he had swallowed a handful of thin and The sharp blade cut open his throat, and a strong smell of blood surged from his throat. His limbs were limp, and his eyes were soon plunged into endless darkness, and the endless noise in his ears turned into dead silence.

After that, he seldom drank alcohol. It was not until many years later that he gradually figured out that alcohol is indeed a good thing.

When I opened my eyes again, the lights were still low, and a row of silent palace people stood outside the magnificent palace. The silver moonlight was reflected on the glazed eaves, like a thin snowfall. Chu Lingyan was sitting by the bed , looking down at him, as if that glance could see through all his thoughts, seeing him wake up, he was silent for a long time, and asked him: "What do you want?"

At this time, Chu Lingyan had launched the Huagai Mutiny, established a new dynasty, ascended the throne as emperor, and changed the country's name to Tang.

He finally became the master of this world.

It has been many years since this incident, and Chu Sang doesn't remember many details of it, but remembers that the glazed palace lantern by the bedside seemed to be particularly bright that night, illuminating the pearl on the crown of Chu Lingyan's head as bright as a cloud in the clear sky. During the day, his eyes hurt a little from the shaking.

He opened his lips, wanting to say that he wanted to be his father's child forever, but Chu Lingyan would definitely think a lot when he said this.

His eyelids drooped slightly, he tugged at the corner of Chu Lingyan's clothes, moved his lips, and said to him, "I want Daddy to stay with me for a while."

Chu Lingyan looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, and finally replied: "Okay."

All dust settled.

He is still the eldest son of Chu Lingyan, but he knows in his heart that he will never be the crown prince.

He had to be cautious in this palace, be careful everywhere, if he was a little careless, he would be doomed.

In the dead of night, he would always think of what Chu Lingyan asked him when he saw him wake up that night, what does he want?

He can't ask for anything.

Chu Lingyan gave him the status of the eldest prince of the Tang Dynasty, and he will not give him the rest. These people in the palace are used to looking at people's faces. Seeing that Chu Lingyan doesn't care about him, the concubines hate him for taking it. The status of the eldest son, and his biological mother died young, and the palace servants who served him neglected him, and even secretly put poison in his diet that could make people's body decline a little bit.

He chose an extremely cold day in winter, stood in the snow all night, bribed the imperial physician to pretend that the residual poison was not cleared, and fell seriously ill, and then when Chu Lingyan came, he yelled a few times in a daze daddy.

When he was in a coma, the little eunuch beside him reported to Chu Lingyan how the people in the womb had treated him harshly these days, so most of the people in his palace were punished by the enraged Chu Lingyan to the cold palace.

After that, the palace people who came to his palace no longer dared to belittle him.

Since he was so scheming at such a young age, it was not surprising that Chu Lingyan didn't like him later.

In the second year of Chu Lingyan's ascension to the throne, his third brother was born. On the day of his birth, a vision fell from the sky, and the room was full of sunshine. Even Master Shi'an, who had been hiding from the world in Puguo Temple, came in person. congratulate.

The third prince was deeply loved by Chu Lingyan from the moment he was born, and he was honored and favored by thousands of people, but unfortunately his health was not in good condition, and Chu Lingyan had worked hard all these years to regulate his body well.

And Chu Sang...he seems to be growing up in this deep palace like the other princes, but he seems to be different from them, he is always alone.

He wanted to find someone to love him, so he was scheming, trying to get something that didn't belong to him from the palace, but the more he wanted to please everyone, the less he liked Chu Lingyan.

He inherited the beauty of his biological mother, with a beautiful face, red lips and bright teeth, and a celestial appearance. He is somewhat better than those concubines in Chu Lingyan's harem. The youngest son, Wei Zhao, learned from nowhere that he was not Chu Lingyan's parent-child secret, and threatened him with this matter, wanting him to lie under him.

Chu Sang immediately shied away and said that he would think about it for a few days. When Chu Lingyan had the Qianqiu banquet, he invited Wei Zhao behind the rockery in the imperial garden, and after a little temptation, he got carried away.

That night, the bright moon was in the sky, and the cold moonlight filled every corner of the palace. Wei Zhao was contemptuous of him, and was bumped into by Chu Lingyan. However, the third brother pleaded for mercy, saying that Wei Zhao lost his mind after drinking, In the end, Chu Lingyan just punished him with a two-month grounding.

They all thought it was a trap carefully set by him for Wei Zhao.

It's not wrong for them to think this way. The setup is indeed true, but the frivolity is also true, but no one cares.

Since no one in this palace city was willing to give him a little shelter, he could only do it himself. Even though the third emperor brother was deeply loved by Chu Lingyan, he had a straightforward personality and hated evil like a vengeful enemy. There were many people in the court who were dissatisfied with him.

And although he is not from Chu Lingyan's blood, there are very few people who know about it, and his status as the eldest prince can still scare some people, and he quickly used his status to win over many people in the court.

In the spring of the following year, Wei Zhao died, and everything went as he expected.

The youngest son of Marquis Cheng An was naturally unwilling to let it go, and the third brother also felt that Wei Zhao's death was strange, and suspected that he was the one who did it.

Chu Lingyan may or may not know these things, but he has never had an attack.

The relationship between him and Chu Lingyan was wiped away when he knew that he was not his blood. He is a round of daylight in the clear sky of the palace city, and he cannot be caressed by him. dark corner.

They should be like this, until one of them dies, the karma is over.

But God's will always catches people off guard.

In autumn when he was 19 years old, Chu Lingyan was assassinated, and he was trapped on Mount Jiuhua with him. Chu Lingyan swallowed the mandarin duck fruit by mistake, and Chu Sang was crushed by him. He obviously had a chance She fled, but finally put her hands around Chu Lingyan's neck.

The wind and rain were dark, but the fire was bright in the cave, as warm as in his mother's womb. When Chu Sang woke up the next day, Chu Lingyan had already woken up. He sat on one side with a cold face, as if It was as if Chu Sang had taken advantage of her.

Chu Sang casually found a coat to put on his body, came to Chu Lingyan, squatted down, the things that Chu Lingyan left in his body last night flowed down his thighs, but he didn't notice it, Chu Lingyan's breath was suffocated, and he looked away a little stiffly.

Chu Sang licked her dry lips, got up and sat on Chu Lingyan's body.

The last time they were able to evade lack of consciousness, this time the two of them clearly understood what they were doing from beginning to end.After it was over, Chu Lingyan was rather annoyed. He held Chu Sang's slender wrist, as if it would break if he exerted a little force.

Chu Sang smiled coldly, her brows were raised, her color was unparalleled, and she said jokingly: "But I just liked my father very much just now."

Chu Lingyan choked for a moment, pursed his pale lips into a straight line, and looked at him without speaking.

Chu Sang slowly slid down Chu Lingyan's chest with the other hand. Hearing his heavy breathing, she smiled slightly, "Father, you... again."

Chu Lingyan's voice was hoarse, and he clamped his troublesome hand: "Shameless."

If you don't know shame, you don't know shame, Chu Sang thought, if he knew shame, he wouldn't have done such a thing with Chu Lingyan last night.

Having reached this point, he must exchange for more benefits.

He and Chu Lingyan were trapped on Mount Jiuhua for more than three months, and he pestered Chu Lingyan every night to make love to him. At first, Chu Lingyan had a cold face and resisted, but later he also fell into it.

The autumn rain continued for several days, and the weather on Mount Jiuhua became colder and colder. On the night of October [-], there were thunder and lightning, strong winds, and Chu Sang caught cold.

Since he stood in the snow all night that year, he seldom got sick. This disease came on very violently, and the fever made him confused and talked a lot of nonsense.

Chu Lingyan hugged him in his arms, and lightly kissed him on the forehead. That night, the nightmare that had plagued him for more than ten years finally stopped.

For many years later, he was thinking that maybe it was that night that he had a little different thoughts about Chu Lingyan.

After he recovered from his illness, they stopped doing those things, and the relationship between the two became closer than before.

Those days on Mount Jiuhua were considered as one of the few moments in Chu Sangna's life worth remembering, and let him know that Chu Lingyan also had such gentle moments.

He didn't know what kind of intention Chu Lingyan had in treating him, but after all, he got love and pity from him.

He doesn't want too much, just a little is enough.

On the day he left Mount Jiuhua, Chu Lingyan asked him if he would continue to be his eldest prince in the future, or abandon everything in the past and be a male servant by his side.

He chose the former.

After returning from Mount Jiuhua, he was still the unknown eldest prince in the Tang Palace, but Chu Lingyan treated him better than before, and sometimes asked him about his recent situation.

He was never greedy, and that was enough.

He subconsciously distanced himself from the court. He was not of the blood of the royal family, and he never had the possibility of succeeding to the throne. This was a secret he and Chu Lingyan had tacitly shared with each other.

In the spring of the following year, Chu Lingyan led all the princes to Puguo Temple to offer incense, but everyone in the palace said that he was going to fulfill the vows of the third prince.

Speaking of which, his third brother's health has indeed improved a lot in recent years, but it has nothing to do with him.

In the Tongming Hall of Puguo Temple, after Chu Lingyan led the crowd to leave, Chu Sang walked to the futon and knelt down slowly. The lacquered gold Buddha statue was high above, and his eyebrows were lowered to look down at all living beings. Floating, he closed his eyes after a while.

"May the country prosper, my father be in good health, and my father and I...forever and ever."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and laughed for no reason. He knew that he was the only one left in Tongming Hall, but he still lowered his head in embarrassment. After a while, he opened his eyes again and kowtowed to the Buddha statue .

After he came out of the Buddhist hall, the little eunuch beside him told him that the emperor had just been here. He was stunned for a moment, looking down at the jade pendant on his waist, wondering if Chu Lingyan had heard what he said in front of the Buddha just now. Those words made her cheeks flush slightly.

Not long after returning from Puguo Temple, Chu Sang heard that Chu Lingyan had replaced most of the palace servants around him.

He has always been sensitive, but later he found out that Chu Lingyan had deliberately done this to him, and he was beating him.

After thinking about it for a while, Chu Sang knew that he had indeed heard his words outside the Tongming Hall that day.

Chu Lingyan didn't believe it, thinking that what he said was meant for him.

In front of Chu Lingyan, he seldom spoke the truth like this, and the only time this time was in exchange for such a result.

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head in the cold winter months. He knew that Chu Lingyan had never liked him who was so deep in the city, and he also knew that he would never be as good as his third brother in his heart, but he thought After returning from Mount Jiuhua, there should always be a difference between him and him.

It turned out that it was still the same as before.

Chu Sang squatted on the ground and laughed for a long time. At the end of the laugh, she began to vomit and convulse until she vomited out all the acid in her stomach.

The serving palace people stood aside in fear, the eldest prince has always been surly and ruthless, I don't know what could make him so embarrassed.

He drove all the palace people out and sat in the empty hall, looking at the dark dome above his head in some confusion. In the past, he had to think about how he would deal with himself after a hundred years from Chu Lingyan.Now it seems that even if Chu Lingyan is alive, he will always be alone.

Although he restrained a lot in the court earlier, but in the royal family, he has never been able to be alone.

Chu Sang once again extended his hand to the court, formed a party for personal gain, and punished dissidents. He did these things more smoothly and more covertly than before.

But he couldn't hide it from Chu Lingyan's eyes, but every time Chu Lingyan wanted to have an attack, he would sneak up on his bed, trying to make big things into small things.

At that time, Chu Lingyan said that he was willing to be humble, and he was right.

But being mean has its benefits, isn't it?

At the end of the year when he went to the people in vain, he met Xue Lang. They hit it off right away, and he brought Xue Lang into the palace. Get a little warmth.

However, less than two years later, those close to the third prince reported to Chu Lingyan that Xue Lang was a spy from the Uighurs, and the evidence was conclusive.

So Xue Lang also died.

He was sitting outside the dungeon, tilting his head and looking at Xue Lang's mutilated corpse. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he was four years old, he was sitting in the backyard of King Qin's mansion, watching his mother die in the in front of myself.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his empty palm, wondering what he had gained all these years.

He allowed those people to take Xue Lang's body away, and came out of the dungeon in a daze. He found Chu Lingyan, and only asked, "Is there any minister in my father's heart?"

Chu Lingyan didn't speak, but he had already heard the answer from his silence.

It didn't matter to Chu Sang, he joined hands with several brothers to bring down his third brother, but he didn't expect to be trapped in a cocoon. The fact that he was not Chu Lingyan's parent and child was given to him one step earlier. After being stabbed out, the subordinates who followed him turned against him one after another, and he became a lonely man for a while.

He knew in his heart that such secrets must be released with Chu Lingyan's permission.

He has made many enemies in the court over the years, and I am afraid that he will never survive again.

In other words, Chu Lingyan finally didn't want him anymore.

One night in winter, he set a big fire and escaped from the palace in the chaos, never really going back.

He came to Uighur with Xue Lang's relics, and learned some messy things from the Uighur great wizard. When he was idle and bored, he used the witchcraft to curse his third brother on the sick bed for a while. day.

He knew that he didn't learn well, the technique was not very good, and he didn't hide his identity, so Chu Lingyan would find out soon.

He thought, if Chu Lingyan still had a little sympathy for him, maybe he should have accepted him this time.

He has loved San Huangdi for so many years, this time, let him get his wish once, okay?

But in the end, Chu Lingyan invited the master of Puguo Temple for the third prince, and he suffered backlash, his internal organs were shattered and he died.

On that day, he had just passed his 25th birthday.

His body and Xue Lang's relics were sealed in a sarcophagus and buried at the bottom of the valley together, but his soul left Uighur and returned to the capital of the Tang Kingdom.

In the Qianzhong Palace City, Chu Lingyan received the news from the shadow guards that Chu Sang was missing in Uighur. He smashed the teacup in his hand and cursed: "Nieve!"

Chu Sang didn't feel sad when he heard it. He just raised his hand and lightly touched the corner of Chu Lingyan's lips, then turned and left to accept his punishment in the heartless sea.

After Xue Lang's death, he should know that no one in this world will love him anymore.

These are all things that happened thousands of years ago, and now that I think about it, it’s actually nothing.

If you don't love him, he just loves himself.

It's just that he doesn't want to be reincarnated, Chu Sang can only be Chu Sang forever.

Xingru woke up at some point, stood below, looked up at him, "Chu Sang, what are you doing?"

Chu Sang smiled, stretched out his hand to cover the crack in the seal, and said to Xingru with a rare gentle expression, "Xingru, help me weave a dream."

Xingru was a little dazed, as if he didn't hear what he said clearly.

"I have told you some things before." Chu Sang raised his head and exhaled softly, "If you meet him by chance in the future, then tell him to listen to him. That's all."

"Chu Sang..." Xingru moved his lips, he knew what he was going to do, and he couldn't persuade him.

So he raised his hand and fulfilled him.

Chu Sang closed his eyes, his world fell into darkness again, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to Mount Jiuhua, and he and Chu Lingyan were nesting in the cave, as if this life had passed like this.

Spring goes and autumn comes, blue silk and white hair.

The heavy snow covered Jiuhua Mountain into a piece of silver, and there were ethereal singing voices coming from the end of the sky.

May the southwest wind pass into your arms for a long time.

The dream fell apart in an instant, and the starlight fell on the corners of his eyes and brows, like the endless snowfall on Mount Jiuhua.

He inexplicably thought of that night when Chu Lingyan held his hand, kissed him gently on the brow, and said to him over and over again: "Father is here..."

But he only stayed with him for a short moment.

That's it, we will never see each other again.