Dingjiangshan

The cool sunlight shone on Ning Huaijin, and the young Prince Gong was walking alone on the quiet palace road, in front of him was an endless bluestone narrow road.

The canary bird flying out of the Rare Bird Hall landed on the palace wall, casting a narrow shadow on the palace wall.

It combed its golden feathers boredly, tilted its head from time to time to look at the people under the wall, its little head twisted and twisted with Ning Huaijin's walking movements, which looked rather funny.

It's just that this small movement was obviously not enough to alarm Ning Huaijin, Prince Gong walked forward without looking sideways, crushing the scattered sunlight all over the place.

Ning Yan was waiting for him in the study.

It was bright outside, but Ning Yan's study was abnormally dark.When Ning Huaijin opened the door and came in, he saw that the hall was empty, and none of the servants and maids who were supposed to be on duty were there, only Ning Yan was covered with a thin blanket, leaning on the couch reading a book of miscellaneous stories.

Several dim candles were lit in the hall, and the ambergris smoked cage was placed not far from Ning Yan's bed, emitting beautiful fluffy smoke.

Ning Yan seemed to be looking at Xing's head, and he didn't look up when he heard the movement at the door. He just turned a page of the book and said with a smile: "The emperor is here, why don't you come in?"

Ning Huaijin walked into the door and walked slowly towards Ning Yan.He always felt that something was quite inconsistent, but he looked around and found nothing wrong.

"What?" Ning Yan glanced at Ning Huaijin's movements out of the corner of his eye, and teased, "Uncle Huang hasn't come here for so long, doesn't he recognize my study?"

"When will the minister not come for a long time?" Ning Huaijin answered naturally, then looked away, strode into the inner room, and stood beside Ning Yan's couch.

Ning Yan didn't argue with him on this issue, he lazily shrank a little under the blanket, patted the side of his bed, and said, "Uncle Huang, come sit down."

As soon as Ning Yan finished speaking, Ning Huaijin panicked for some reason. He subconsciously bent down and touched Ning Yan's forehead, but only felt warm and soft.

"What?" Ning Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed Ning Huaijin's palm lightly in this posture, and said with a smile, "Why is Uncle Huang acting weird today?"

"It's okay." Ning Huaijin said.

He thought to himself that maybe he was thinking too much, so he shook his head, said nothing, and was pulled by Ning Yan to sit beside his couch.

As soon as Ning Huaijin took his seat, he heard a thunderstorm outside. He looked back subconsciously, only to find that the sky outside had changed at some point. down.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the window frame, making a startling muffled sound.

"It's raining." Ning Yan said suddenly.

The rain came inexplicably and abnormally, it seemed rather ominous, Ning Huaijin frowned slightly, always feeling heavy in her heart.

But Ning Yan seemed to be in a good mood, and Ning Huaijin didn't spoil his interest. He pressed his chest slightly and said nothing.

"It's getting late, and reading will hurt your eyes." Ning Yan said, closing the thin booklet in his hand, and putting it beside him.

Ning Huaijin subconsciously glanced at the cover of the book and found that it was a copy of "The Sutra of Differences in Karma".

Ning Huaijin couldn't help but feel even weirder - Ning Shengsheng is usually casual and rarely cares about the theory of ghosts and gods, even Jing Zhan's Taoism, let alone go to read some Buddhist scriptures.

"This—" Ning Huaijin pointed to the book and asked, "Why does Your Majesty think of this?"

"Huh?" Ning Yan swept his fingers to the side, and said with a smile, "Uncle Huang said this. I found it in a corner when I was cleaning the study today. I flipped through a few pages and found it interesting. , just stay and watch for a while.”

"The book says that there are six reincarnations in the world, most of which are divided by good and evil." Ning Yan said with a smile: "But there is one exception. Uncle Huang, guess which one it is?"

Ning Huaijin also read a lot of miscellaneous books when he was young, including Buddhist scriptures, and he knew more about these ghosts and ghosts than Ning Yan. "

"Exactly." Ning Yan thumped his palms with a smile, and said, "Uncle Huang is indeed well-informed and knowledgeable."

"I found it interesting when I read the book just now—according to the book, people who reincarnate into Asura have done good in their lives and never done evil. It's just because of their arrogant and arrogant temperament that they often don't pay attention to others and everything, so they want to enter This evil way." Ning Yan's eyes turned, and the smile on his face expanded a bit: "But I think that this is really not a fault, why should it be compared with a treacherous and evil person."

"Confidence is prone to cause and effect. If the ability and arrogance do not match, then naturally jealousy is easy to occur. It is probably because of this that it is counted as a 'delusional thought' and classified as an evil." Ning Huaijin said: "However, these gods Just look at the ghost's words, don't take it to heart."

But Ning Yan didn't know how to get it today, and was extremely persistent on this topic. Hearing the words, he asked again: "So according to what the emperor said, as long as you have the confidence and capital, you can do whatever you want, and you don't have to care about others' opinions?"

"It's not entirely like this." Ning Huaijin felt that what he said was a bit extreme, and persuaded him tactfully: "...People live in the world, they must live more or less in the eyes of others, and they cannot hide."

"If the opinions of others can't shake you at all, or if you have a way to control the eyes of others." Ning Yan is not tolerant of this topic: "If there is the capital of 'arrogance', then 'arrogance' can't be called Is it 'arrogant', but 'deserved'?"

Ning Huaijin frowned, and asked bluntly, "What does Your Majesty want to say?"

"I want to say that I like the emperor's uncle." Ning Yanhao moved his posture leisurely, leaned on the soft pillow, and looked at Ning Huaijin with a smile: "For the emperor's uncle, I dare to do anything."

Ning Huaijin thought at first that he was being coquettish and obedient to ask for his response, but as soon as he heard the second half of the sentence, he suddenly stood up, frowned and said: "Your Majesty, be careful, if these words are called by someone with a heart, Listen, His Majesty's reputation is still on the line."

"Just listen to it, I'm afraid they won't listen." Ning Yan thought it was quite funny: "Don't say it's a trivial matter of not caring about others' opinions, even if the whole world knows it, so who dares to say You and I don't say a word."

"Uncle Huang, I didn't joke with you. I have a good heart for you." Ning Yan raised his hand and made a swearing gesture, and said, "I have endured it for so many years, and it was so easy for you to nod." , I don't want to bear it anymore. From now on, if anyone dares to stop me, I will definitely not let it go easily. "

Ning Huaijin wanted to convince herself that Ning Yan was just joking.But he knew Ning Yan well. Although he was smiling now, his eyes were very serious, there was no room for a joke.

- He is serious.

"If you say this is arrogance, then I admit it." Ning Yanman said indifferently: "Only in the matter of the emperor's uncle, I am bound to win."

Ning Huaijin almost felt that he was crazy.

He already knew Ning Yan's feelings for him, and he was trying his best to respond.Unexpectedly, Ning Yan became more and more outrageous, and even uttered such crazy words.

Ning Huaijin was startled and couldn't help but took a few steps forward until she was far away from Ning Yan, then turned around reluctantly and asked in a trembling voice: "Does Your Majesty know what I'm talking about?"

"What?" The smile on Ning Yan's face remained undiminished, but his voice became a little colder: "Does the emperor not believe me?"

Ning Huaijin's breathing was stagnant, and she just felt that Ning Yan was caught by something dirty today, and everything she said and did was outrageous.

Ning Huaijin couldn't explain it to him for a while, so she could only grit her teeth and stare at Ning Yan angrily.He was so angry that his eyes turned black, he could not help but hold his forehead and turned his back, trying to calm down while listening to the sound of rain outside.

"Since that's the case." Ning Yan said to himself, "I might as well dig out my heart and show it to Uncle Huang."

Ning Huaijin was taken aback for a moment, then turned around abruptly, and saw that Ning Yan was holding a dagger that he had taken out from nowhere, and almost without blinking, he raised the knife and stabbed it into his heart.

The sharp blade sank into the flesh and blood, and Ning Yan swiped down without hesitation, drawing a huge wound on his heart.

Ning Huaijin's pupils were tightly locked, and she even followed the tip of the knife to see Ning Yan's beating heart from the terrible wound.

"Do not--"

Ning Huaijin sat up suddenly from the bed, her chest heaving violently.

He broke out in cold sweat, which almost soaked his underwear. His eyes were blank and out of focus on a certain point in the void. Dizzy.

The senses around him slowly woke up from the dream, and Ning Huaijin sat on the bed in shock, hearing the continuous sound of pouring rain.

——It’s really raining outside.

It took Ning Huaijin a while to realize where he was. He listened to the sound of the rain outside, and his whole body was still immersed in the aftertaste of the nightmare, and he couldn't control his fear and panic.

Ning Huaijin clutched the quilt tightly in a daze, stared into the darkness for a while, then bent her right leg and covered her eyes with one hand.

His palms were cold and sticky, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Ning Huaijin bowed slowly and put her forehead against her knees.The fingers of his left hand tightened like spasms, wrapped the quilt around his hand, and his right hand moved down slightly, covering most of his face.

He seemed to be in excruciating pain, and he took a breath intermittently, and even the sound of his breathing became fragmented.

"My lord—?"

Shi Li, who was keeping watch for him outside, heard the commotion inside, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Ning Huaijin didn't speak.

This voice so close at hand was a burden to him now, Ning Huaijin didn't have the energy to listen to what Shili said, let alone respond.

Ning Huaijin closed his eyes in pain, his eyelashes lightly swept across his palm, leaving behind a wet spot after a while.