The Return of the Assassin Biography

I have been there! "

In the morning, Xiaopang pushed the door open and saw Zhiming fell asleep on the desk, so he helped him to the bed. He would not feed him when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he drove Xiaopang out again. Throw it out the door.

"Whoever steps into this courtyard again, I will commit suicide in front of him." The door was shut hard.

After coming to Shuixie Bieyuan for two days, I didn't drink a drop of water, I didn't eat a grain of rice, and I fell asleep all day and all night, and the doctor was helpless.

He didn't dare to approach him when he was awake, fearing that he would hurt himself, so he had to send people to guard the bank of the other courtyard day and night.

A warm current flowed into his mouth, he swallowed greedily, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Murongli.

"Ah Li! Are you here?" Zhi Ming opened his eyes, and it was still Murong Li who was smiling like a flower.

"Your Majesty, does it hurt?" Murong Li stretched out his hand to gently touch his shoulder.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Your Majesty, drink some water again." Murong Li helped him up, and brought the water glass to his mouth, his lips were even cracked.

"Ah Li, do you want to leave later?" Zhi Ming grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go.

"You are already sick with love, how can I bear to leave."

"Don't leave me, okay?" Zhi Ming begged over and over again.

"If I turn into ashes, you will erect a grave for me, offer wine and burn incense for me." Murong Li caressed his face lovingly.

"A Li, I was wrong. I will exchange the entire right of heaven when you come back." This is all he has now.

"Then the king leveled the Mingyue Tower and planted it full of Feather Qionghua. I like Mingyue Tower full of Yuqionghua."

"it is good"

"Your Majesty, I also planted a pot of Yu Qionghua for you. It is placed in Mo Lan's mansion. I saw it sprouting buds a few days ago!"

"As long as I plant all the feathers and viburnums, will Ah Li come back?"

"Well, my lord, go to bed! How about planting flowers when you wake up tomorrow."

"A Li" Zhi Ming clasped Murong Li's hand tightly with ten fingers.

Murongli covered him with a quilt, sat on the bedside and Ren Zhiming held his hand.

I really want to be like this, fingers intertwined until old age.

The prime minister knew that Mo Lan and Zhi Ming had a good personal relationship, so he went to invite Mo Lan to persuade him early in the morning.

Because of Murongli's departure, Mo Lan and Zhiming also had a rift, and he really didn't want to see Zhiming.

"A Li!" Zhi Ming got up from the bed when he heard the sound.

"It's me." Mo Lan avoided those messy things on the ground and came to the bed.

"What are you doing here? Who let you in!"

"To see if you're dead, what's the smell?" Mo Lan wrinkled her nose and smelled, "Is it fragrant from flowers?"

"..."

"Come over and have something to eat." Mo Lan didn't help him, but walked out on her own.

"Come out, Ah Li has something to give you." He kicked away a wine jar on the ground.

Zhi Ming wobbled out and fell on the side of the table. Seeing his sickly appearance, Mo Lan became angry: "Who will see what he is doing now? Isn't it all self-inflicted?"

Zhi Ming leaned over the desk and lifted the wine jar beside him, trying to bring it to his mouth, but he couldn't even lift the wine jar with his hands, and fell on the desk.

"A Li, what can I give you?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Lan.

"Yes, but you should read this first." Mo Lan dropped a note.

Zhi Ming unfolded it, and saw it said: Since Zhi Ming has guarded against you, it may be bad for you, find a chance to get out and come back!

"This is the letter from Feige I received in Luo Min's mansion after I locked him up two years ago! Also, a bottle of unopened powder that caused the plague was found in the dark cabinet of his mansion. All the ministers knew about it, so he was sentenced to death for this."

Zhiming's face was pressed against the table, tears flowed unstoppably, he was devastated and deeply grieved.

Mo Lan opened the window, and the sun shone in, driving away the haze that filled the room.

"Let's go, go back!" Mo Lan came to help him.

"No, I'm not leaving here." He withdrew his arm.

"Do you know how many people are suffering along with this? The Prime Minister is so old and still comes here every day, and now he is still standing outside guarding. Come out and have a look." Mo Lan pointed to the door.

"Ah Li won't find me when he comes here." He spat lightly, even losing the strength to speak.

"What's on your mind? Didn't you want him to die? What do you want him to do now? If you want him to die, he must die. If you want him to come back, he will come back. Can he come back?" As soon as the chatterbox was opened, he had some words to say.

"You only love A Li, who is picture-perfect in red. Do you know why he put on a red dress? It is unbearable for you to lose a grand tutor. Do you know what A Li lost? Parents, friends, family, the entire Yaoguang Kingdom, death It's not scary, what's scary is living alone. Have you ever thought about how he survived? It's the belief of restoring the country, but you only see the ugly side of his heart. Why did he return to Tianquan after half his life? You don’t stay in Nansu or Yaoguang, you don’t know what he wants at all, you only see your own contribution, and if you can’t ask for it, you destroy it, you are selfish..." Mo Lan paced back and forth in front of him.

"I also have to thank you for being merciful three years ago, allowing me to have the opportunity to accompany him for these three years. Ah Li always counted down the three-year limit. I didn't understand the reason at the time, but he was waiting for him. Pot Yu Qionghua blossoms, and now I feel the pain in Ah Li's heart! May I ask where you have been hiding for the past three years, Ah Li has been waiting for these three years, but what he waited for was a big fire, which was bestowed on him by you personally The ashes and ashes of the family..." Mo Lan forgot her identity as she spoke, pointing at her hips and cursing, and she became more and more angry.

"Even I can see that Ah Li didn't want this world from the beginning to the end. Why did the king believe that he wanted to take away your little power of heaven?"

"You once said that the whole world is not as important as Ah Li alone, but now you killed him with your own hands for the sake of the world."

"So what for him to bear the world? Do these words sound familiar? The king often talks about it. Where did the king go before? Why has he become so prejudiced and cold-blooded now? You can't doubt a few words from others, and they make some Scheming can make you separate from him, why can't you see Ah Li's sincere devotion?"

Mo Lan put the co-lord's jade seal in front of Zhi Ming: "This is the world that Ah Li managed by himself. Your majesty should not disappoint his poor last wish, and ascend to the co-lord's position as soon as possible. A few days ago I'm still wondering, why would he give this to me when he's so good, it turns out he's not sure if he can survive..." Mo Lan became more and more indignant as she spoke, knowing that she had gone too far, and swallowed all the words Go on, I don't know if Zhiming can bear it if I go on talking, I don't want to hold back my mouth.

"Think about it for yourself! Come out when you think about it, Ah Li's soul is still flying all over the palace! If you don't come out, you won't even see ashes." Mo Lan walked away with a flick of her sleeves.

Seeing his tears welling up, the servant asked him cautiously, "Is the princess alright?"

"It's okay, I was shocked by my own words. I didn't expect that I knew A Li so well. I'll bring a bowl of porridge in later." He wiped his face with his sleeve.

The waiter looked at him terrified.

"It's okay! Just go in, he can't move!" Mo Lan walked a few steps and then turned back: "If you don't want to eat, then pour it in."

"Go quickly," the prime minister also urged.

"Prime Minister, let's go too! You don't need to stay here, he will come out when he can move." Mo Lan called the prime minister.

☆、Chapter 29 Burn jade into ashes

"Little Fatty, Little Fatty..." Zhi Ming shouted with all his strength.

"Your Majesty" Fatty pushed the door open and walked in, covering his nose slightly, the room was filled with the smell of sour alcohol.

"Water..." Zhi Ming crawled on the table, stroking the co-owner's jade seal.

Xiaopang poured a glass of water on the table, helped him up, and brought it to his mouth. Zhiming drank a little anxiously, almost choking, Xiaopang quickly put down the water glass, and brushed his back.

"Food" Zhiming said weakly.

"Your Majesty, the porridge is here!" The waiter came in with a bowl of porridge, Xiaopang took it, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Go ask Yicheng to make some medicine." Xiaopang raised his head and ordered the servant.

"Go up to the bed and have a good rest." Xiao Pang helped him to lie down on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Zhi Ming frowned tightly, even falling asleep was so painful.

Hearing that Zhiming had eaten something, the prime minister's tense heart relaxed a lot, and he brought the doctor over here.

"How long have you been sleeping?" Yicheng took his pulse.

"It's been two hours since the morning." Xiaopang replied, and he had only cleaned up the house in these two hours.

"It's a little hot, use a wet kerchief to wipe it off."

Xiaopang unscrewed the veil and wiped his face, washed it and put it on his forehead.

Zhi Ming opened his eyes, staring blankly at the person beside the bed.

"Your Majesty is awake, what's your discomfort?" Yi Cheng asked.

"It's time for lunch, get up and eat some." The Prime Minister said, motioning for Pang to come over to help him, Pang helped him up and leaned against the bed rail, and fed him the porridge.

"Bring the medicine..." The Prime Minister watched Zhi Ming finish the porridge, and then handed the medicine to Xiaopang.

Taking advantage of his meekness, he changed the medicine for his wound and bandaged it before letting him lie down and rest.

Early the next morning, Zhi Ming washed up and changed his clothes, Xiaopang helped him out of the other courtyard and returned to his bedroom.

Mu Yan was on standby in his bedroom, when Zhi Ming saw him, he remembered their conversation that night, this is Ah Li's person.

He walked to the balcony and stood on the railing, squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side, the waterside pavilion was still there, but it was a bit blackened, Zhi Ming asked quietly: "When did this place change to Mingyue Tower?"

"After the king went to Liuli Kingdom, the king personally carved the seal." Mu Yan came behind him.

"Mu Yan, Mu Yan..." Mo Lan shouted and ran upstairs: "The king is back." He greeted Zhi Ming.

"Is there something wrong with the Marquis?" Mu Yan asked.

"I came to see you, and asked if I could go in and look at those flowers. It's easy to say when the king is here. I would like to ask you to go in and see if the flowers that were burned by the fire can still survive." Mo Lan cupped her hands Waiting for Zhiming to reply.

"Take away the unburnt wood piles, collect the remaining ashes, use the blood jade to make an ashes poppie, build a wooden house there, make a tomb, and plant Yuqiong flowers next to the wooden house."

"It's great what the king can do, let Mu Yan do it! I have blood jade in my heavenly power, so it doesn't matter if I use blood jade to build a tomb."

"Okay! Then Mu Yan will arrange it!"

"Your Majesty, the ministers may have objections to this." If a tomb is built in this area, the entire Tianquan Palace will live and work around this tomb.

"You don't care, this will always be Ah Li's territory." Mo Lan came over and wrapped his arms around Mu Yan.

"Your Majesty, can I go in now?" Mo Lan asked him.

"can!"

"Let's go, Mu Yan." Mo Lan led Mu Yan to go downstairs.

"Your Majesty, let's go too! Let's see what is still intact." Mo Lan turned to pull him.

Mo Lan is a person who doesn't hide things in his heart, and he soon became close to Zhi Ming.

Mo Lan ran into the water pavilion, leaned on the fence and looked into the water: "Your Majesty, this koi is still alive! This pavilion doesn't need to be demolished, just paint it, and the flowers in the corner are not dead. It's okay, as long as you tidy up, these will be reborn." Mo Lan trotted all the way, and quickly turned around.

Standing by the stream, Zhiming looked at the traces left by the fire. On one side was a large area of ​​burnt green bushes, and on the other side was a stake with black carbon exposed. His heart was so empty that he was numb...

"Your Majesty, Lord Murong has buried a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in this flower pond, but it needs to be taken out. It may be damaged if it needs to be overhauled here." A servant who used to stay in Mingyue Tower said to him.

Zhi Ming remained silent, knelt down and scraped the dirt with his hands.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't do it." The servant stretched out his hand to stop him, picked up a wooden stick from the side and handed it to him, and helped him plan it himself: "The king also dug up the gravel with his hands and buried it. Bleeding out..."

Zhi Ming suddenly stopped looking at him, now he can't express a lot of words and feelings, as if he doesn't even have the right to get angry and ask questions.

The servant knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly shut up.

Zhi Ming hugged the wine jar, looked at the desolate ruins over there, climbed up the horizontal wooden stakes, jumped into the messy carbon pile and rummaged around.

"What is the king looking for, come out quickly." Mo Lan walked over and looked at Zhi Ming.

"Where is Ah Li's Xiao!" Zhi Ming is like a child who has done something wrong, extremely well-behaved.

"You don't need to look for it. The minister came in a few days ago, maybe it was burnt to ashes." Mu Yan also spoke bluntly.

"What about Yanzhi!"

"Such a big fire burned all night, so it must have melted."

Zhiming looked at the wine in his arms sadly: "Burning jade into ashes, melting swords into tears."

Mu Yan has already ordered a group of people to come in and start to clean those wooden stakes.

Mo Lan saw that Zhiming couldn't come out, and the messy stakes were dangerous, so he stood on the stakes and jumped in, trying to bring him out.

"Ah!" Mo Lan fell at Zhi Ming's feet.

"Mu Yan...the foot hurts..." His foot got stuck in the crack of the floor.

"I won't be more careful." Mu Yan also walked in stepping on the stake.

Zhi Ming squatted down to see, the scorched floor should also be flat, how could it have stepped on it and collapsed into it.

"Is there a hole here?" Zhi Ming looked up at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan came in and pried open the board, and a hole really appeared.

Mu Yan also removed the wooden plank next to him, and saw a three-foot-wide stone path leading down. They walked down the stone steps and came to a stone door. This was a six-seven-foot-wide stone room with locks on both sides of the stone door. Eye.

"Let's go! Don't say anything here." Mu Yan said as he walked up.

"Your Majesty, it's alright, Mu Yan is one of his own." Mo Lan took Zhi Ming's wine jar.

"My own?" Zhi Ming looked at him.

"It was A Li and I who asked him to help the king by his side, oh, it's the prince, help the prince." Mo Lan took his hand and walked up the stone steps.

Mo Lan dragged him all the way to the gate of the courtyard, Zhi Ming looked back at the workers, Mo Lan handed him the wine jar and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, these are people who are Mu Yan, so they won't say anything about it." .”

After being away for three years, he is so unfamiliar with his own rights, and he is more like an outsider.

……

Zhiming is standing by the railing, the wind is strong tonight, his clothes are rustling, and his hands and feet are numb. Looking at the empty Mingyue Tower opposite, those ruins have been tidied up in the past few days, and the ashes have been collected. Into the poppy made of blood jade.

There is only a pavilion on the opposite side, which is silent and pale under the moonlight, as if I am alone under the bright moon, suffering from loneliness and desolation.

For the past three years, has Ah Li been suffering like this every day in Mingyue Tower?

Ali...

Zhiming turned around and went downstairs, leaving the servant outside the door, and entered Mingyue Tower with a candle. He lifted the wooden board covering the entrance of the stone chamber and walked in. The moonlight followed him in, casting his shadow long. printed on the stone gate.

Zhi Ming illuminated the keyhole on one side of the door frame with a candle. On the left was a strangely shaped and uneven entrance, and on the right was a round entrance, the size of a copper coin. Zhi Ming stroked it with his hands, and it looked quite deep.

He returned to the dormitory, sat in front of the table, thinking about what shape it was?

…………

Zhiming hadn't slept all night, and he walked on the palace road at dawn this day, with no purpose, just walking for a better energy, and his attendants followed him from afar.

Zhi Ming was startled suddenly, and walked towards Mo Lan's mansion. Elite soldiers passed by from time to time on the winding palace road and saluted him. General Lu was still guarded so tightly.

When I arrived at Mo Lan's mansion, I happened to meet Zhuo Yan and Zhuo Fan who were patrolling with elite soldiers, and they trotted over.

"My lord, why did your lord come here so early in the morning." Zhuo Fan looked at him a little excitedly.

"Your Majesty, this is your sword. It fell down that day, and it has not been sent to you. I would like to send it to you now." Zhuo Yan handed over the sword. of.

"The king is here to Mo Lan Mansion, let's go in with the king! Let's go..." Zhuo Fan said and walked in.

"Your Majesty, the king is here." The servant came in to announce.

"It's so early in the morning, what are you doing here!" He just got up and packed up, and was about to go to Mingyue Tower!

"Why is the king here?" Mo Lan came out to greet him.

"Let's take a look..." Zhi Ming looked at several pots of Yu Qionghua in his yard.

"Your Majesty, I only have a few pots, and I won't hand them over." Mo Lan ran to block his sight: "Your Majesty, just leave me a few pots!" Mo Lan looked at him pitifully. .

"A Li planted a pot of Yu Qionghua, but can it be here? Can Mo Lan give it to me?"

"Your Majesty came here early in the morning with elite soldiers and swords. Is this your Majesty's intention to snatch it? Didn't Your Majesty bring this sword when he went out to fight? It was used to snatch a pot of flowers, so I won't give it to you!" Mo Lan was soft. Eat hard, and see him bring troops to get angry.

"How do you talk to the king!" Zhuo Fan took a step forward holding his sword.

"Your Majesty" Mo Lan leaned towards Zhi Ming.

"So Ah Li really has a pot of flowers here."

"It was something I desperately carried out from the fire, and it was something you desperately wanted to destroy. Why do you want it now when you think about it?"

"Mo Lan..." Zhi Ming knew he was wrong, so he didn't argue.

Seeing his silence, Mo Lan also couldn't bear it, and he didn't really want to fight against Zhi Ming.

"Okay! Originally, Ah Li planted it for you." Mo Lan picked up a pot of Yu Qionghua from the steps of the corridor and handed it to him.

☆、Chapter 30 All over the world

The ministers heard that Zhiming built a wooden house in Mingyue Tower as Murongli's tomb, and posted a list to collect Yuqiong flowers. Only Zhiming can do such absurd things, but he didn't go to court, and all the ministers were in court. After discussing in the hall, let the prime minister come over to persuade and Zhiming.

The prime minister found Zhiming in the waterside pavilion of Mingyue Tower. He sat down and carved a plaque with a rough outline, which was called "Li Tomb".

A wooden house has been raised on the ground, just above the entrance of the stone chamber, and it will take a few days to complete. The prime minister looked at all this and felt extremely distressed.

"Your Majesty, after discussion with the ministers, the ashes of Lord Murong can be buried in the cemetery of our Tianquan royal family, and the spiritual seat can be placed in the ancestral hall." This is the extreme tolerance made by his minister of Tianquan, which is equivalent to admitting Knowing that Murongli is his identity of the heavenly royal family.

"The prime minister and the ministers don't have to worry about this anymore. I will deal with it myself. It's good here. You were born here, and you can stay here when you go!" Zhi Ming looked calm and didn't stop what he was doing. , Like carving a work of art, each knife was carved carefully, and pieces of small sawdust fell on his black clothes.

"Your Majesty, this is the core seat of my Tianquan Palace. It is really inappropriate to build a tomb here."

"What's wrong, for a person who has gone, the ministers still have the same hatred for him, and it doesn't decrease at all?"

"Your Majesty, the ministers don't mean that."

"As long as I am alive, this right of heaven is still my right of heaven, not to mention this small Mingyue Tower, even if I treat the whole palace as a tomb, and the whole kingdom of Tianquan as my ancestral hall, what can you do to me?" Zhi Ming Looking at him with raised eyebrows, there is no room for discussion on this matter.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty wants to think about my Tianquan foundation..."

Zhiming interrupted him: "Prime Minister, don't say any more, it's all fixed. I don't want to hear similar advice in the future. The prime minister will go back and pass it on to the minister. After five days, I, the Minister of Heaven and Power, will take a bath and go to Lizhong Condolences."

"Your Majesty, isn't this the same as announcing the death of Lord Murong to the world? Absolutely not!" The prime minister knelt down with his hands folded.

Murongli stopped his hands and looked up at him: "It's been more than ten days! Ruyaoguang's army is really going to invade, and it won't be long before we have conquered my power. You should withdraw your army too! Just do what you have to do." Well, don't worry about the general situation of the world with your heart all day long, no one will invade my Tianquan, the prime minister should step down first!"

"Resignation." The Prime Minister stood up and walked out of the Mingyue Tower helplessly. He has been running around all over the past few days, working hard, and it is really hard to resist.

"Why do I only understand now?" Zhi Ming caressed the word 'Li'.

"Your Majesty..." Mo Lan ran over with a pot of flowers in her arms. "Your Majesty, I just got this. Look at how beautiful the flowers are."

Mo Lan hugged the flower to block her sight, didn't see Zhi Ming's sword beside her, stepped on it, lost her balance and fell...

"Oh!" The potted flower fell to the ground in response.

"Mo Lan is fine!" Zhi Ming put down the carving knife.

"It's okay, it's okay, come here, plant this flower in the flower pond, and clean it up." Mo Lan rubbed her legs, got up and picked up the flowerpot next to it, and sat next to Zhiming: "Fortunately, there is no disaster." And A Li's potted flower, this potted flower is unique, if it is broken, it will disappear, Your Majesty, there is A Liti's words on it, have you read it?"

Zhi Ming took it and turned it around, only to vaguely discover two lines of words, which were already blurred.

"In the third watch, the bright moon shines on the platform, and I send lovesickness to the bright moon."

Every time Zhi Ming discovers something about Mu Rongli, his heart is tightened, and he is in bloody pain.

Mo Lan was stunned: "Ah Li added the last sentence later, we didn't have this sentence when we were planting flowers." He said while kneading his legs.

"Your Majesty, what kind of sword is this! It hurts so much! A well-made sword is so uneven that it is uneven. I have been really unlucky these few days." He looked aggrieved.

"What did you say?" Zhi Ming's eyes were full of astonishment, and something flashed in his mind.

"It's really unlucky these few days." Mo Lan stared at him blankly, uttering each word lightly, did he say something wrong again, and there was such a big reaction.

"That's not it." Zhi Ming put down the flowerpot, clenched his fists tightly, and his veins burst out.

"It hurts?" Mo Lan said cautiously.

Zhi Ming grabbed the Xing Ming Sword and touched the swirling and interlaced lines, his heart was poked bloody again...

Zhiming clenched his sword tightly, stood up and walked towards the wooden house step by step, taking each heavy step, as if walking through this long life.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" Mo Lan followed behind with her legs bent.

They went down the stone steps, Zhiming pulled out his sword and inserted it into the keyhole on the left side of the stone door. The sword went in to the bottom, and the grid and the hole just matched. Zhiming turned the hilt, and the stone door slowly opened to both sides with the sound of rustling , A simple and unsophisticated ink wash atmosphere came oncoming.

"Wow, Ah Li is too powerful, I can figure it out, this must have been built when the garden was being built, no wonder I was sent back to the county mansion to live in those days, and it was said that building it at night would disturb me sleep."

Mo Lan entered the stone room one step ahead of him, lit the candles on the faintly visible stone wall, and then lit the few lamps in the room, and the fire immediately illuminated everything in the room. It is wide, and the interior furnishings can be seen at a glance. Murongli's portraits are hung all over the wall. There are eight sword stands on both sides of the stone room. All kinds of gold and silver utensils, jewellery, and a table are placed in front of the shelf, and a large pile of scrolls are scattered on the table and on the ground.

"Eight Swords World" Mo Lan excitedly picked up the sword, "Your Majesty, come quickly and have a look."

"This is Ziyu's sword, not the legendary Eight Swords." Zhi Ming took the sword in Mo Lan's hand, pulled out a section, and looked at the gap on the sword. Didn't he keep this sword in the dark cabinet of his bedroom? , why are you here?

"Isn't that missing a sword?"

"It's short of Ah Li's burning shadow."

"Ah Li is really amazing, these are reserved for the king." Mo Lan stroked them one by one.

"Your Majesty, come and take a look. Why is there water stains on Ah Li's painting? Is it Wang Shang's painting or Ah Lipo's? It's a pity for such a good painting." Mo Lan stood in front of a portrait. Li's portraits are all copied by the king, so Ah Li kept them, and these bottles and jars must have been sent by the king! These are all top-grade. Ah! The blood jade hairpin is also here." Mo Lan opened a delicate mahogany box.

Zhi Ming just followed Mo Lan blankly, no matter whether he was laughing or hurting, he couldn't bear any emotion right now.

"Why are these scrolls thrown around? They don't collect them in such a mess." Mo Lan hugged a few and put them into the painting bucket next to them. Then he opened a scroll, "Ah! It's you, Your Majesty! Do you know, Your Majesty! I was grinding ink for Ah Li when he copied this painting." He handed the painting to Zhi Ming, and opened another scroll Come and see "This is also the king, it seems that these are all."

"Oh! What's wrong with this volume, why the ink is splashed on a good portrait! What a pity."

"Let's go!" Zhi Ming put down the painting, he didn't know what mood he should use to stay any longer, and he didn't want Mo Lan's surprise to disturb the dust here.

He knew that all that Murongli could give him in this life was here.

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The master in monk's robe prepared everything, and signaled to Zhi Ming, "Your Majesty, it's time to offer condolences."

Zhi Ming wore white plain clothes and a white belt on his head. He took the three sticks of incense from the master, lit them on the candle, and shook them. After the flames went out, three wisps of blue smoke rose. Zhi Ming inserted the incense sticks into the altar. In the incense altar, I took the wine handed over by the priest and poured it in front of the altar, and took the tea and poured it in front of the altar, then stepped back and stood aside.

After the banquet, enter the wooden house where "Li Tomb" is hung, perform the three-button worship ceremony, take the incense handed by the master and insert it into the floor-to-ceiling incense tripod, then offer wine and sweep tea, and then exit the wooden house.

This is him and Zhiming appearing together in front of the crowd, wearing the same plain clothes, wearing the same bun, and without a crown, it is hard to distinguish between you and me.

The old courtiers who knew that there was such a person knew that the prince was holding the banquet, while the junior courtiers, guards and servants who did not know were astonished as if they had seen a ghost, but they dared not take another look at this solemn and sacred occasion.

Then the Prime Minister and General Lu also came in...

Zhi Ming stared blankly at the green smoke curling up around the spirit tablet, and the rising green smoke stirred the red veil, light and ethereal.

He just wanted all the ministers to pay homage to Ah Li!No matter what they think about A Licun before or after death, A Li is their king and the co-lord of the world.

From dawn to dusk, the mourning and joy of the sacrifice never stopped, and there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn, shuttling through the palace road with fluttering white silk...

All that Zhiming can give him is in this small tomb.

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It was late at night, and Zhiming was still sitting in front of the table, on which was the picture of himself that he brought back from Nansu.

Mu Yan stood on one side, showing no intention of leaving. In the past, he either returned to Mo Lan's mansion or lived in a side room here.

"You go down first!" Zhi Ming raised his eyes to look at him, this is a handsome man with a free and easy air.

"Yes, the king can summon you at any time for any matter." Mu Yan withdrew politely.

Zhi Ming sat for another long time, holding a cup of tea that was already cold...

Xiaopang came in to remind him to go to bed, and called out to the king, Zhiming was startled, and the tea in his hand spilled on the painting, he didn't even have time to criticize Xiaopang, so he hurriedly wiped the water with his sleeve, his face was full of distress .

Xiaopang took out his handkerchief to blot up the water stains on the screen.

Zhi Ming stopped his hand suddenly, tears flowed before he spoke.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty, it's not broken! Take a look, Your Majesty, it's still fine!" His tears made Xiaopang unexpected.

"So that's how the water stain came from!" He stared at the painting in a daze. He hadn't shed tears these days, but because the water-stained painting broke his guard, he burst into tears...

Zhi Ming never thought that Murong Li was just like himself, often looking at his own portrait in rapt attention, even spilling tea on it, just because the portrait was made by the other party.

Zhi Ming immediately entered the Li Tomb, since he came out with Mo Lan that day, he has not entered again, he dare not, dare not think carefully about Murong Li's heart...

Zhiming lived in the wooden house in the name of guarding the spirit, and ordered Xiaopang to just put the meals on the table in the wooden house.

The ministers expected Zhiming's arbitrariness and recklessness. They retreated step by step, and they no longer knew where the bottom line was.

Fortunately, Zhiyan has been in power as a prince, and the urgent need has been resolved. The ministers have not said a word, and they have not made any excuses about whether Zhiming or Zhiyan has been sitting on the throne for the past few years. It has also been made known to all the ministers.

Fortunately, the power of heaven is safe, Yaoguang and other countries have no wind and waves, and the current situation is so good...

☆、Chapter 31 The Red Dust Strangers

Sitting in the stone room, Zhi Ming opened the scroll and savored Murongli's state of mind carefully. His every frown and smile in the past has always been in Murongli's eyes, so beautiful.

"When I was born, I didn't share the glory, and when I passed away, I left the glory. If I don't have you to share it with me, what use will I have for these things." Now everything is made by myself, and even those who are not qualified to have great joy and sorrow are I can only hold a bleeding heart and bear this unforgettable pain alone. I once thought that he failed him, but now I find that he failed him, and it is irreparable and irreparable.

"The world of mortals is a stranger, laughing and forgetting makes a book," Zhi Ming rolled up the painting scroll and put it in the painting tube next to him.

Today is Murongli's "Qiqi", Zhiming has seen all the portraits, but he can only understand some of Murongli's mood, which is enough to make his heart ache for the rest of his life.

The painting scrolls scattered on the desk and on the ground were all put into the painting tubes. There were as many as five painting tubes in them. Thick wax, he cleaned it and now it's full again.

There was a two-foot-by-one wooden box under the desk, and it was the last thing he touched.Zhi Ming pulled out the box and opened it.

Inside were seven scrolls of silk and brocade decree books and a pair of scrolls. Zhi Ming opened the painting first, and a young and watery child was holding a bunch of Yuqiong flowers in his hands and placed himself in the garden full of Yuqiong flowers. Zhixue Yuzan wears her hair in a bun, with delicate features, some shadows of herself when she was young, she put down the painting because she couldn't understand it, and opened the brocade and silk book, on which are the appointment letters, which are:

Juntian, Yuheng, and Tianxuan were merged into one country, with the capital set at Juntian Old City, and Fang Ye was the ruler of Juntian.

Xiao Ran is the ruler of Tianji Kingdom.

Geng Chen was appointed as the head of the Tianshu Kingdom.

Kaiyang and Yaoguang are vassal states of heaven, and Zhiyan is the head of the state.

Mu Yan served as the magistrate of Jiacheng County.

Qing Yu served as the city guard of Moying Pass.

In the last volume, Murong Li let the world's co-lord be located in Zhiming.

These are all written by Murongli, who is as delicate and elegant as he is, with every word and every word.

He has arranged a place for everyone around him, so what will he do with the rest of his body?None of the imperial decrees had been stamped with their seals. Was it because he hadn't had time to summon them, or was he waiting for the right time?

Zhiming looked at the pile of imperial edicts in front of him, feeling like he was in deep pain, he let himself feel so painful, and punished himself in such a way, he deserved to be cut to pieces.

The seven swords in the stone room suddenly trembled slightly, as if they were pulling each other, after a while the trembling became more intense, the sword body touched the sword seat, making a clanging sound, Zhi Ming stared at the seven swords with condensed breath, waiting what it will happen...

There were light footsteps on the stone steps, getting closer and closer, I saw a figure walking in from the opposite side, a child in a black background and white border, holding the trembling Burning Shadow Sword tightly in his hand, walking all the way ahead Come in.

Zhi Ming understood in an instant that he was guided by the Burning Shadow Sword and walked in. When he saw the child's face clearly, he was already amazed. It was the person in the portrait of Ah Li.

He couldn't bear to think about it slowly, and suddenly got up and jumped up, just wanting to grab the child.

The obsession was curious for a while, and wanted to come over late at night to see how the Mingyue Tower is now. He never wanted to be guided step by step by the Burning Shadow Sword, and walked into the stone room like a ghost. The momentum ran back.

Zhi Ming chased him out and pulled out his sword at the entrance of the stone room, and came to the wooden house, Zhongshou intercepted Zhuan Nian who couldn't tell the exit, Jian Nian was petite and jumped out from under his arm, Zhi Ming turned his head , I saw that the obsession had already run out of Mingyue Tower.

"Come here, come here... where are they all dead..." Zhi Ming shouted hoarsely, and the attendants outside Mingyue Tower heard the call and ran in.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" The attendant stopped panting, he was the one who ordered no one to approach Mingyue Tower.

"It can be seen that a child ran out." Zhi Ming grabbed the attendant's shoulder and shook it.

"Go back to the king, I don't see you." The attendant timidly returned him.

"The child with the Burning Shadow Sword and the blood jade hairpin!" Zhi Ming still held on to the attendant.

"Your Majesty, you can ask Marquis Mo Jun about this matter."