The happy life of the devil and the devil

In Ling Yucheng's memory, the man standing in front of him has never been so embarrassed as he is today.

The so-called embarrassment does not refer to how shabby his clothes are, or how emaciated he is.However, in terms of appearance alone, when they were in Yu Xia back then, whether they stayed up late to catch up on homework or struggled in the martial arts arena, they were a hundred times more disheartened than they are now.Even when he was imprisoned when he was 14 years old, Jing Hui rushed to pick him up after he escaped by chance, and the expression on his face was much more exhausted than now.

However, the spirit of the whole person is quite different.

Scenery, sunlight also.The one who shines is the light.In Ling Yucheng's memory, Jing Hui has always been bright and vibrant, just like his watch characters, it is the rising sun that has just jumped out of the horizon.However, at this moment, the person standing alone in front of him and Yuan Shao who was ushered into the water pavilion by two guards with knives was as dim as the last ray of light before sunset.

In terms of appearance alone, Jing Hui's clothes are even considered neat.Junqian can't be filial piety, he is wearing a white robe, the summer clothes are thin, through the pure white silk, you can see a few abnormal bulges on the sleeves and under the trouser legs, and there is a bright red faintly oozing from the bottom .Compared with the side when we parted three years ago, he was much thinner, his cheekbones protruded high, and under the eye sockets, there was a thick bruise that lingered.

Hearing his voice, Jing Hui looked over quickly.With just one glance, before his eyes even had time to meet Ling Yucheng, he quickly turned away and turned to Yuan Shao who was sitting opposite Ling Yucheng on the other side of the room.After hesitating for a moment, he slowly bent his knees and knelt down in Yuan Shao's direction:

"Chen... Ning Xiu, I greet Your Majesty."

Looking at the profile of the kneeling kneeling kneeling on the ground, Ling Yucheng gasped for breath and closed his eyes tightly.

He clearly remembered that when he had not decided to follow Yuan Shao, he always used the title of "foreign minister Ling Yucheng...".But now, from the mouth of his former lord, His Royal Highness Duan Wang who was the prince of Yuxia, what he spit out is clearly a simple word "Chen"!

Duan Wang's palace change failed, and he ran away in a hurry, only to avoid... What's next?After this, what happened?

Instinctively, he counted the heartbeats one by one, from one to fifteen, only then did he see Yuan Shao turn around from the window.When Ning Xiu spoke, Yuan Shao was leaning against the beauty, stretching his arms to reach a half-bloomed lotus.However, the flower he was looking at was a little far away. Yuan Shao tried twice without success, so he simply flicked his fingers, and then grabbed it with five fingers, and the broken stem connected with the pink flower immediately fell on the ground. palm.

His eyes did not fall on Ning Xiu, but on Ling Yucheng first, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent upwards, his left hand was stretched out flat, palm down, and pressed lightly.Seeing Ling Yucheng sitting back to his original position in response to his gesture, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Ning Xiu:

"stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ning Xiu stood up in response, held her breath, and stood on the spot with her hands down, not daring to tilt her eyes to the side.Yuan Shao didn't look at him, slowly turned the flower stem in his hand, and said in a diffuse voice:

"It's said that the lotus root is broken... not only the lotus root has silk in it, but the flower stalks growing on the water also drag the filaments."

When he said this, his expression was leisurely, and his slightly smiling eyes fell on Ling Yucheng, lingering.Ling Yucheng smiled back, and took the opportunity to quickly look at Yuan Shao, seeing that he was just leaning leisurely by the window, the blazing summer sun shone from behind, casting a layer of bright light on his whole body On the other hand, his face was shrouded in shadow.

Ling Yucheng couldn't tell whether he was talking casually or using the topic to make a conscious attempt, so he could only relax as much as possible, and said with a smile: "The center is straight and the outside is straight, without vines or branches, the fragrance is far away and clear, and the plant is graceful and clean--inside It's already hollow, and there must be something connected to it, otherwise how can it stand?"

"That's right." Yuan Shao shrugged his shoulders indifferently, raised his hand, and casually threw the half-opened lotus flower to the corner, and inserted it neatly into the bottle on the small table.Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes turned cold, and he shot straight at Ning Xiu who was standing at the door and had been ignored for a long time:

"Why - my queen, can't I afford to be a gift to you?"

Ling Yucheng's heart hit his chest hard, and he instinctively straightened his back.As soon as he pressed the edge of the seat with his palm, he wanted to get up, but he only leaned forward when he was forced back by Yuan Shao's heavy gaze.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside the window, and ripples suddenly rose on the lake, reflecting a piece of water light into the water pavilion.The swaying water light illuminated Yuan Shao's face, and Ling Yucheng could clearly see that his lips were tightly pursed, and even his slightly raised jaw also showed a hard arc.Looking at each other, Yuan Shao's eyes were softly comforted, but more of them were unquestionable persistence - so he knew that no amount of pleading could change Yuan Shao's decision by a single bit.

Then, under Ling Yucheng's faster and faster heartbeat, and the gaze that he tried to avoid but couldn't and didn't dare to dodge, his former best friend, brother and lord turned around inch by inch until they were facing each other. caught his gaze.

What kind of eyes are those.

In his 27 years of life, Ling Yucheng has never seen such eyes.Bottomless black, so black that it can absorb all the light, so black that it reminds him of half-buried in the soil, it has rotted away, leaving only two hollow skeletons; Rolling and surging below is magma with infinite heat, which will erupt in the next moment.

Jinghui, Jinghui.

If you know today, why should you be in the beginning.

The two people facing each other didn't speak, and there was no need to speak. Just looking at each other, thousands of words were mixed in their eyes.But this kind of staring at each other was only for a moment, Ning Xiu immediately lowered her head, lifted the corner of her robe, and knelt down straight:

"Minister--Ning Xiu, kowtow to...His Highness, Your Majesty..."

This ceremony, compared to just kneeling in front of Yuan Shao, is even more difficult.The movements are so stiff that it is no longer like a stranger, but a puppet made of white wood and wrapped in beautiful embroidery. The fledgling Yanshi is holding the silk thread on the back, and he has to concentrate on pulling it, so that he can do it according to the master's will. Take actions that are appropriate for the moment.

Then, the knees that had never bent against him finally touched the ground.

It was a very light sound, but it was like thunder and lightning in the ears of Ling Yucheng who had been holding his breath.The light sound of knees touching the ground rumbled through his mind and blood, and Ling Yucheng even had to hold the edge of the seat tightly to support his shaking body.

He finally knew that some things and some people could never go back.

The distinction between monarch and minister three years ago has been completely reversed during this kneeling.

However, the Ning Xiu who was willing to kneel before him and proclaim himself a vassal in front of him was no longer the young man whom he had devoted his allegiance to for more than ten years, and he tried his best to help her to the throne.

With all kinds of thoughts rolling, he was a beat late when he spoke.When Ning Xiu's knees were already firmly on the ground, Ling Yucheng suddenly realized, and hurriedly said:

"Get up. You--"

After only uttering the word "you", Ling Yucheng suddenly stopped talking.Up to now, he didn't know what else he could say, and he didn't know what else he and Ning Xiu could say when Yuan Shao was still present.

He stood up unknowingly, and looked at Ning Xiu who was a few steps away in front of him, who also stood up in response to the words.This time, there was no blocking. On the contrary, Yuan Shao, who had been idly watching the interaction between the two, stood up leisurely, with his hands behind his back, and walked between the two of them.

Lifting up the bead curtain and stepping out of the room with one foot, Yuan Shao said without looking back:

"Let's talk."

The footsteps got farther and farther away.Yuan Shao's order came from outside the room, and then, the sound of the heels of the guards' standard riding boots hitting the ground gradually disappeared along the winding nine-curved corridor, hidden in the surrounding wind.

In the room, the former prince and his companion stood opposite each other, silent.

Just a few steps away.When one person takes a step, the two hands can be tightly clasped together, but, for a long time, neither of them moved at all.

Before meeting, each other thought that there would be a thousand words, but when it was time to talk freely, they were relatively speechless.

It's just a kneeling and a vassal, and an invisible but insurmountable chasm has been drawn between the two.

… Otherwise, why did Yuan Shao insist on asking Ning Xiu to salute him when he knew he would be sad?

The silence was finally broken.However, Ling Yucheng, who was the first to speak, still had to cough lightly to let his dry throat make a sound:

"Jing Hui," he chose his words carefully, "You...Ling Zheng and your son Ling love them, are you okay?"

He didn't need to hear the answer, he knew all the answers from Ning Xiu's face that suddenly darkened.

Although he had never met that gentle and virtuous Princess Duan, when he was staying in the palace, he always had supper, and was sent to the guest room by the maid with delicate eyebrows and eyes but dignified manner; He had gifts in his hands, and he even hugged the infant little Princess with his own hands.

However, Ning Xiu, who ran away in a hurry and only escaped with her body, probably couldn't care about, or didn't have time to care about, his wife and immature children.

There is a husband who failed in the rebellion and fled to the enemy's country, and the princess who was left in the country is most likely to die.However, even if the young children with royal blood can survive, their future life will not be much better than death.

There was another awkward silence.Ning Xiu, who had been silent all this time, finally made up her mind and asked the first question of the day:

"Wen Ze, are you... are you okay?"

The author has something to say: Actually, I really want His Majesty to throw that flower directly into Xiaoling's arms...

The so-called "whose daughter is deep in the lotus leaf, laughingly throwing a lotus across the water"

But it seems that it is not good to tease people at this time...