Merry little roll

Yuan Yang dipped into the pool step by step, and the vermilion brocade robe floated on the water surface, blooming a beautiful red color.

The coldness spreads from bottom to top, spreads over the chest, enters the neck, pours into the five senses.

Si Ming pulled out the carving knife from his sleeve, with determination in his eyes, he stabbed into his chest with a "squeak" sound, cutting open the flesh and blood, exposing the beating heart inside.

Numb pain, strange breathing.

The blood scrambled to flow out from the wound, gurgling and spreading outwards, pouring into the clear pool water in a tick-tick-tick-tick manner, smearing red flocs, swimming and spreading like a thin snake.

He jumped into the pool, and Tangyin Pond immediately stirred up water splashes, splashed into the air and then fell with a roar, smashing into pieces of silver.

The Spring of Samsara has never been a spring in the place of Samsara. If you think about Samsara, if you want to enter Samsara——Use the blood of the commanding officer as the guide, the pool water as the carrier, the sound of the wind as the soul, and the mist as the soul, then you can enter the Samsara.

Blood stained, swelling, shrinking, ups and downs in Tangyin Pond, leaving only leaves fluttering for thousands of miles.

Yuan Yang's mouth and nose were immersed in the cold pool water, and the black silk floated in the pool water, but the eyeballs kept spinning.

Reincarnation, reincarnation.

Spin, ups and downs, rippling.

At that time, he was still an ordinary man and had not yet entered the fairyland.

At that time, he didn't know reincarnation.

When Yuan Yang was very young, he felt that his eyes were different from others.

It's not about the upward curvature of the corners of the eyes or the color of the pupils, or the speed at which the eyeballs rotate or the light reflected between them, nor the clichés such as size.

Rather—the appearance of everything in it.

When he was very young, he could clearly see the verdure of the trees, the bright red of the flowers, and the blackness of the sparrow's feathers, but gradually, these colors gradually turned gray, into dim light and shadow, and into panic pain.

The light became smaller and smaller, and things five miles away gradually turned into a cloud of fog.

It's okay if it's just like this, but recently Yuanyang feels more and more that his vision is not as good as before, as if someone put white thin paper into his eyes, whether it fits properly, no matter what he looks at, it is a cloud of fog.

But he has reached the age of weak crown and is about to get married.

The whole city of Xunyang knew that the youngest son of Guan Wangfu, Guan Yuanyang, who loved the red-clothed, extraordinary swordsmanship, and handsome little prince, was about to marry the princess of Xunyang.

A good marriage comes from the sky, and the city is full of auspiciousness.

At this juncture, he can't let anyone know, even his closest father, the most trusted husband, let alone his elder brother who has never been able to deal with him.

Surrounded by tigers, Yuan Yang wore a hot red dress and looked like a young boy smiling, but his heart was cold and trembling.

Things are impermanent, involuntary.

I don't know if the Princess Xunyang who met once when I was three or four years old still looks like that?

"My lord, your letter has arrived."

Yuan Yang raised his head, and a round light and shadow ran in his eyes. From the faint light, he recognized that this was his new servant.

The boy who sent the message had died of a fever, so the eldest brother sent the new man.

Rather than serving, it is better to say it is monitoring, and this child has no importance in his hands.

For example, he slammed this letter on the wooden table so hard that it made a muffled "snap".Although Yuan Yang couldn't see clearly, he could only imagine that the boy's expression must be not very cheerful, maybe his brows were still frowning.

"You read it to me."

"My lord, I can't read."

Yuan Yang lowered his eyes, the blue shadows under his eyes fluttered, his left eye hurt, and suddenly there was a whirling darkness.

Some tinnitus.

"Little prince?" The servant moved closer, muttering in his mouth, sensitively aware of the difference.

"It's nothing, help me call someone who can read." The young man in red raised his face, calmly, pretending that nothing happened.

The servant accidentally knocked over the porcelain in the corner of the room when he retreated. The carpet was thick, and the porcelain rolled on the ground until it hit the wall, and then barely stopped.

There was another panic.

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand to caress the seal of Xinzong, as expected, the creases were covered with new glue, apparently just patched.

What a clumsy fox.

The eldest brother is also confused, how could he choose this person to stay by his side.

It doesn't make sense anyway.

The young man in red stretched out his hand, pretending to be drawing a bow, squinted his right eye, flexed his arms, and then staggered his hand suddenly, with a fierce momentum, as if an arrow really shot out of his hand, flying straight out the wooden window.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he remembered that the place opposite the courtyard, where there were overgrown vegetation, was his elder brother's residence.

It was the direction his virtual arrow was pointing at.

Outside the door, there was a soft laugh.

"Who?" The young man in red couldn't see the outline in front of him clearly, and before he could retract the sharpness in his eyes, Juju stared at the wooden door.

No one answered outside the door, but the laughter continued, and Yuan Yang could hear it.

It sounded like a child's voice.

"Are you here to read the letter to me?" Yuan Yang came to his senses, and sat back on the wooden chair again, restraining the glint in his eyes. "come here."

The person who laughed at the door walked in. In the light and shadow, he really looked like a small man, who seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Little thing, what are you holding in your hand?" The young man was curious and stretched out his hand to get it, but Kankan hid it.

"This is my magic weapon, I can't ask someone to take it casually." The child's voice was pure and clear, as clear as a clear spring. "especially…"

The boy leaned closer, vaguely seeing the boy brushing the girl's hair, his heart softened three points.

"Especially what?"

"Especially you are still blind, even if I show you, you can't see, it's really boring!"

Yuan Yang's face turned pale when he heard this, and he grabbed the child in front of him tightly, "Who told you I'm blind?"

Belatedly, he realized that what he was holding was still a child, and gradually let go of his grip.

"Is it strange that a letter needs to be read even though it is clearly literate?"

The child stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the boy in red.

"I've been standing outside the door, but you didn't notice it, isn't it strange?"

The child jumped on the teenager's lap, moved his buttocks, found a suitable position, and then lay back comfortably.

"At the moment when shooting an arrow, you will close your eyes and listen to the sound to identify the position. Isn't it strange?"

"What kind of character are you?"

This child is too clever, not like a child in the world.Either there are instructions behind it, or the talent is extremely smart.

"The person who read the letter to you." The child paused, "The living god who can let you see everything in the world clearly."

Although Yuan Yang couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely feel that the person in front of him was showing a smile that would never appear on a child's face.

A gust of wind blew, and the wooden door opened and closed, making a dull sound.