Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

"Sanlang!" Under the flower stand, the woman held a volume of poetry and books in her hands, and looked at him with a smile like a flower.The woman's black hair is in a bun, her lips are full of red, her eyes are full of autumn water, she is as elegant as a fairy, and his heart is pounding when she sees it.

Just as he was about to approach, the woman's appearance suddenly changed. Her black hair fell down and was tied with a white ribbon. A layer of light sadness.

"Sanlang." He tilted his head and looked at him, with a faint smile on his lips, his voice was much lower than that of the woman's.

His heart was beating even more violently, and he hurried over, trying to hug him into his arms, but it was empty.

When Sima Yan opened his eyes, the entire hall was empty. His eyes were still hazy, and he looked at his hand for a while. He was indeed holding something in his hand, but it was a cold wine jar. He looked around subconsciously, but found nothing.

Sima Yan's heart was empty, and the short-lived joy was swept away, it was indeed a dream.He understood too late, and the people he loved left him one by one.

He threw away the wine jar, got up unsteadily, opened the door and walked out.

In Xie Zhan's cognition, Song Yan should be the kind of handsome young man who looks like a celestial being on the outside, but is actually a cruel and murderous evil ghost on the inside.

This kind of person is much more terrifying than He Yong, who looks sinister on the outside.

However, in just an hour, he found that his understanding of Song Yan was still too shallow.

Song Yan tricked the child with a bunch of candied haws and asked him to take him back to his home.

The words "Yingchuan Prince's Mansion" came into view, Xie Zhan stared at it for a while, then looked at the very familiar child, already had a vague guess in his heart.

This child is actually born somewhat similar to him, but if you look closely, he is not like himself, but Xie Zhilan.On this child's small face, many features of Xie Zhilan and Emperor Yuanxi were mixed.In his mind, he recalled many years ago, the little baby who stretched out his tender arms towards him, and he also stretched out his hand to hold him, such a small, chubby little guy made people feel Can't help but want to tease the two.

It has been four years in a blink of an eye, and the child should be six years old.

Xie Zhan looked at the child in front of him. He was dressed in good fabrics, but the workmanship was obviously careless. At this time, a lot of mud was stained, and the originally white and tender face turned into a little black cat.If it weren't for his clothes, he would almost think he was a wild child from some family.

There was a bench at the entrance of the palace, and a man was sleeping on the bench. Song Yan kicked him, and the servant who was sleeping on the bench fell down.The man woke up in an instant, stood up quickly, looked at Song Yan, then at the child, and then said fiercely to the child: "Ancestor, where have you gone? I really don't worry! Next time If you run around again, don’t come back to eat!”

The child shrank his head and lowered his head, but his mouth was puffed up, and he was stubborn and didn't speak.

Originally a nobleman from Tianhuang, although he didn't get much love from Emperor Yuanxi, he was also a little prince surrounded by many people, and he turned into this appearance.

Xie Zhan felt a little sad in his heart.

When the servant saw Song Yan, Song Yan's expression was calm, but there was a faint coercion. The arrogance of the man suddenly extinguished a little, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, my lord, for sending the little master back. , it is inconvenient to keep guests in the mansion, so please go back, sir."

"What if I insist on staying?" Song Yan stood there motionless, and asked with a half-smile.

The child couldn't help but looked up at Song Yan, and moved towards him without a trace.

He was obviously terrified of that servant.

The malice on the servant's face appeared again: "This Yingchuan Prince's Mansion is not something that idlers can enter!"

Song Yan kicked open the door of the palace.

The servant's face changed twice, and then he stood aside, watching indifferently, obviously waiting for Song Yan to suffer for himself.

Song Yan walked in, and there was a team of guards guarding there, seeing Song Yan quickly stopped him.The leader recognized Song Yan and respectfully said, "Master Song, why are you here?"

Song Yan ignored him at all and walked straight in.

"Lord Song, Your Majesty has ordered that idlers are not allowed to enter Yingchuan Palace!"

Song Yan found a place to sit down: "I'll wait here, you go report to His Majesty and see if he will let me in."

After all, Song Yan is the great Sima of the court, and he controls more than half of the military power of Zhongda Chu, so how could that person dare to conflict with him easily? Since Song Yan was down the steps, that person hurriedly sent people to report to the emperor .

The child didn't leave, but bit the candied haws and played beside Song Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

The person who reported came back soon, whispered something in the leader's ear, and let the person step aside: "Master Song, please."

The expression on Song Yan's face remained unchanged, and he walked inside.

Xie Zhan had already guessed who Song Yan was going to meet, the scene when he saw Emperor Yuanxi last time was still engraved in Xie Zhan's heart, Xie Zhan subconsciously didn't want to see him.

However, some things can not be decided by wanting or not.

In the main hall, it was messy and smelled of alcohol, but Emperor Yuanxi was not there.

In the side hall, many ashes, some things were burned, and the soot had not dispersed.

Song Yan met Emperor Yuanxi in the backyard.He was sitting there with his black hair hanging loose, and the loose clothes made his body much thinner, half of his face was blocked, and only some edges and corners of his face were vaguely seen. He was holding an iron needle in his hand, and was carving wearing something.

Song Yan walked over and sat down opposite him.Emperor Yuanxi didn't realize it, and still engraved each word one by one, as if he wanted to engrave that word in his heart.

"The king of Yingchuan is indeed elegant." Song Yan couldn't hide his sarcasm.

Emperor Yuanxi finally raised his head and took a look at him, and squinted at him for a while, apparently unable to recognize who he was.

"No wonder he let me come to see you, he was stupid." Song Yan said.

A light flashed in Emperor Yuanxi's eyes, he put down the carving knife, and there was a faint grace and vigor between his brows.

Song Yan's eyes fell on the words he carved, and Emperor Yuanxi carved one word over and over again.

- light.

Xie Jia Azhan, Xie Zhan.

The person who can make Emperor Yuanxi so obsessed with his thoughts, even if he is insane and can't even take care of his parents and children, he still misses him.

Full of economics, beautiful as a fairy, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all are masters, a son of a noble family, but in the end he became the emperor's pamper.

He kept his corpse by his side for a few days, and felt that it was no different from the rare treasures he had collected.

Song Yan suddenly became curious about what kind of person that person was when he was alive.How can Huan Lin be fascinated?And how can Sima Yan never forget?

"King Yingchuan's engraving is so good, why not carve a tombstone for Xie Zhan." Song Yan said.

Sima Yan's loose eyes suddenly gathered together and turned into a sharp light, staring straight at Song Yan, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "What are you talking about?"

"Xie Zhan is dead."