Assassin Legend: Fluorescence

A simple room, only bed, table, stool, cabinet.There is no veil on the bed, no slate on the floor, if not for the little bright yellow flower flickering in the oil lamp on the table, this place would be really gloomy like a tomb.After all, the walls of this house are all bricks and stones, and even the doors and windows cannot be found.

The bed was covered with a plain quilt, and the one covering it was newer but also very thin. The young man who was wrapped in it was probably cold, curled up slightly, helpless and pitiful.He frowned, as if in a dream, and the dream was like a good dream.

It is indeed a dream.

He dreamed that in the mountains where May grass grows and warblers fly, a gentle breeze blows, and he is held in front of him with one hand. Sitting on the horseback, he opened his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eyes was the young, handsome, A scowling face.In the dream, he was riding a horse with that person. He was wrapped in a black cloak, unable to move. The galloping horse was very bumpy, but he had never felt so at ease.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty, are you awake?" He heard the man exulting and wanted to reply, but was dragged back into the darkness by the deep sleepiness.

In the silent room, suddenly there was a suppressed and rapid muffled cough.The boy on the bed pressed his chest in pain, slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and let out a few hoarse gasps.He coughed until his whole face was flushed, and he didn't feel better until he stretched his arms and struggled to sit up.Looking around in a daze, the young man was thinking about something, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. He dragged his sick body to get out of bed, but almost fell headfirst, so he coughed again, tearing his throat.

Booming, a vertical crack opened on the brick wall, as if a door was pulled open from both sides, and a slender figure walked in quickly.Because he walked in a hurry, the hot water in the bamboo cup in his hand spilled a little.

The young man stared at the visitor obsessively, until he came to him, bowed his waist and offered the bamboo cup with both hands, and finally confirmed—"Zhong Kunyi?"

Zhong Kunyi smiled lightly: "The minister is here."

A little bit of stubble popped out, and he looked haggard, clearly it was him.But there was no alienation or arrogance in his eyes, let alone the resoluteness that he didn't care about when he was rebellious.

The young man took the cup, took a sip, and smiled wryly: "My king... I thought I was dead, but here is... my mausoleum."

The initial panic was not without reason.The young man, the former Tianshu King Mengzhang, clearly remembered that he woke up in a sarcophagus. The pitch-flat square made him breathless, beat him desperately, and screamed loudly, but no one saved him from the endless dark.He fell asleep in despair until... a pair of strong arms carried him into the gentle wind, and the sunlight fell on his face through the gap in the black cloak.

Zhong Kunyi was silent, and there was a bit of sadness in his lacquered black pupils, but it was quickly erased by him.He is just as unpredictable as the night he bid farewell to King Tianshu.

Meng Zhang coughed twice, returned the bamboo cup to Zhong Kunyi, lay down with difficulty, and coughed again.He turned around, facing the brick wall, with his back to the former favorite courtier.

"You saved me?"

"Yes. I was afraid that the family would be unfavorable to the king after the family surrendered, so I managed to get the medicine of feigning death. In order to hide the truth, I...offended the king that day, and I asked the king to—"

"Can I still be regarded as the king of Tianshu? A dead person..."

"As long as the king is willing."

"I'm afraid this disease can't be controlled by me."

"After the poison is cured, the king will be fine. The minister will definitely find the best doctor to heal the king."

"...Zhong Kunyi, have you not given up yet?"

"God's will let the king escape death, and it will naturally bless Tianshu to stand in the world again."

Meng Zhang didn't speak for a long time.

Zhong Kunyi put the bamboo cup on the table, hesitated for a moment and came back to the bed again, leaned over and said softly, "Is your majesty hungry? I'm going to cook some porridge. Heng'an City is not as rich and rich as Wangcheng, Majesty will be patient for a while." .”

"Heng'an City...is the fortress built by Ling Sikong?"

"Yes."

"……Um."

In the past, the monarchs and ministers knew everything to say, but now, they have nothing to say.

There was a sound on the brick wall, and the sunlight was fleeting.When Zhong Kunyi left, Meng Zhang tightened the quilt suddenly, and the bones of the back of his hands suddenly became clear, pale and blue.But not long after, his vigorous fingers lost all strength, and his arms rested lightly on the quilt, but his sleeves couldn't cover them, exposing the young man's slender arms.

Meng Zhang was still restless in sleep, his cough made him frown frequently in his dreams, and the complicated dreams were more terrifying to him than his physical ailments—Xu Su’s iron hoof spattered blood, Su Han’s aggressiveness was like a knife, And Zhong Kunyi's sarcasm pierced his heart like ice... In the cold sarcophagus, he broke down and cried loudly, wanting to ask for help but didn't know whose name to call...

"Zhong Kunyi, Zhong Kunyi..." Meng Zhang murmured, closing his eyes tightly, but scratching in mid-air with his hands, the quilt had already been kicked under the bed by him.He dreamed that he was trapped in the sarcophagus, and the darkness took his will little by little.The young man riding his horse galloping in the breeze was always looking ahead, but there was no boy wrapped in a black cloak in front of him!In an instant, the world was turned upside down, the gentle wind, the warm light, the green grass, the rolling mountains, the tall horse, and the handsome figure were all swept away by the black vortex!

"Zhongqing!" Meng Zhang sat up, but the surroundings were as black as ink.Oil lamp, off.He froze for a moment, followed by a painful cough, and Meng Zhang jumped out of bed like crazy, groping in the room barefoot while yelling at Zhong Kunyi, until his voice changed completely.Leaning against the cold brick wall, he shivered and shivered, two lines of tears involuntarily slid down his cheeks, and he didn't notice even when the door was opened.

Zhong Kunyi sensed something was wrong when he opened the stone door. With the moonlight shining in, he saw Meng Zhang's situation, put the food box in his hand on the ground, and rushed up in two or three steps.He wanted to help Meng Zhang up, but Meng Zhang grabbed the skirt of his chest and buried his face in his arms.

"Zhong Kunyi..." Meng Zhang lowered his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Am I still like the king of Tianshu?"

Zhong Kunyi half-kneeled in front of him, carefully supported his shoulders, and said: "As long as you want, you will always be the king of Tianshu. I am not as good as Ling Sikong, who is used to bloody winds in the government and the wild, but I also know that the king The hardships and tribulations I have endured for Tianshu. The situation of the king today is just because there is no royal family, the family is arrogant, and the ministers are incompetent... and the king is still young."

Meng Zhang seemed to be choking up, and it took him a long time to calm down: "Now, only you are willing to believe me."

"As long as there is a chance, the minister will not give up."

"As expected of Zhongqing."

Meng Zhang got up by supporting the brick wall, refused Zhong Kunyi's support, and moved to the table step by step to sit down.Zhong Kunyi took the flint to relight the oil lamp, and when he brought the food, the tears on Meng Zhang's face were gone.Meng Zhang picked up a spoon and ate a few mouthfuls.He has been ill in bed for a long time, and he doesn't know how to eat. In the eyes of Zhong Kunyi, he just feels that the king is really pitiful.

Meng Zhang just cried a while ago, but the depression in his heart has gone a bit, and he looks more energetic than before.He asked Zhong Kunyi to take the pen and ink, and wrote a letter, only saying to send it according to the address.Zhong Kunyi saw that the address was very remote, but it was near Heng'an City, and she was overjoyed.

Before going out, Meng Zhang hesitated to speak.Zhong Kunyi's heart was like a bright mirror, and he immediately relieved: "The king's illness is unbearable. Although the secret room is a little rough, it is still more at ease than going outside. I feel wronged that the king is recuperating here for a few days. If the king... If it is not enough Bright hall, I ordered people to prepare more candles and flints."

Meng Zhang hummed lightly, turned over on his side, and lay down with his back to Shimen.Although there was uneasiness in the eyes, they were no longer lifeless as before.

Perhaps, from the moment he realized that he had left the cramped sarcophagus, the desire to live well in his heart was like a raging fire that could never be extinguished.

The author has something to say: What was written in the front: This article is written because I like "Assassin's Biography" and a group of young actors in it, so I followed the trend and wrote it.This article is for everyone who likes "Assassins" and its actors.I hope you like it, and don’t pinch CP. After all, you can also write articles for your favorite CP. You can write and I can write too. Everyone’s favorite web dramas are getting better and better, and the actors are getting more and more popular. Isn’t this the same way?

Reminder: This is Shengziwen.

If one day circumstances permit, it is also possible to delete the part about giving birth.

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