Tang Hong Di Xue

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The past thickened and dissipated like a cloud of smoke, Yan Sheng raised his glass, his voice lowered, and the uncontrollable pain gradually rose to the top of his heart, he bowed deeply to suppress the strange and turbulent pain: "The third cup, Brother Xie for supporting you , not stinging with power." Then he raised his wrist slightly again and drank it without frowning.

The young man in purple stared at the amber jade liquid in the gorgeous golden cup for a long time, then laughed lowly, and drank it all in one gulp: "It really is a thousand gold wine... It's too shabby to be drunk, why don't you let thousands of people drink it together?"

It was like a red-hot knife had been poured into his throat, bloody and exhilaratingly painful.He couldn't help but feel that his eyes were covered with a layer of warm water vapor, and looking at Yan Su's face opposite him was like looking at flowers through a fog.

As if he was really drunk, he stood up slowly while supporting the stone table, and raised his black boots, as if he wanted to walk out of this ominously gorgeous yard, out of the red and white mixed red and white flowers blooming in the yard, but his steps were slow. Staggering, with nothing in his eyes, he looked deeply drunk.

When passing in front of Yan Su, he walked unsteadily, staggered suddenly, hastily and slowly supported the ground with his hands, remembering the past examples, he did not expect the other party to help.

However, out of thin air, he really stretched out his hands, gently and skillfully supported him, and with a little effort from his slender fingers, he took him into his arms.

The glamorous aura from the man's sleeves flooded over in an instant, engulfing his whole body heavily.Yan Cheng raised his eyes in a daze, a drunken blush appeared on his ice-cold cheeks, his pair of delicate brows were lowered, his eyes were slightly confused, as if he was too drunk, and he didn't know how he got into this situation at all.

Looking up, the person who seemed so far away just now is now close at hand.His eyebrows are like ink paintings, his temples are cut like knives, and he is born with a good skin and good bones, but he refuses to be his exile from the world. You have to turn the clouds and rain, and you will rule the world.

The voice next to his ears was heavy, he couldn't hear what he said clearly, he just felt the arms around his waist tightened slightly, and a face with a rosy complexion bent down, and the corners of his slightly blood-stained lips fell extremely A soft kiss.

The eldest son who ruled the Yan family, even at this time, walked calmly, as calm as if he was facing a picture, or brewing a pot of tea, and the lingering lingering that was properly hidden on weekdays, also showed a little bit, That kiss carried a bit of the tenderness of a drowned person.

The lips pressed against each other silently, and the sharp blade of the dagger hidden in the sleeve stabbed fiercely into the heart. In fact, there was not much sound - it was just a faint "poof" when the blood splashed profusely.

Yan Cheng's eyes were foggy and clear, as if he had never been drunk a while ago.

He pointed and pointed, and his hand was like lightning. In a snap of his fingers, he sealed the big acupoints all over Yan Su's body. At the same time, he pushed the long dagger hard, and the blade pierced deeper immediately, and the tip pierced through his back with a "chuck". , he snorted softly, a trace of blood dripped down his lips suddenly, against his jade-white face, there was a kind of bewitching beauty.

"It's grown." After snorting, he heard him say softly, "You can do it fast enough."

Three days later would be his enthronement ceremony, he fell suddenly from the top, and was betrayed by the closest person, but it didn't make him show the slightest bit of pain. Seeing Yan Cheng's face flushed because of the humiliation, he even smiled as if he thought it was funny She smiled, but her tone was strained after all, "People say that even if a peony dies, even a ghost can be flirtatious... But you are such... a design, it's really not very clever."

"Really?" Yan Cheng knelt on the ground on one knee, looking down at him coldly, "But you were still fooled."

There seemed to be water in Yan Su's eyes, and a frivolous smile appeared: "Yeah... It's rare for you to set me up for a trick, how can you not?"

"You!" With the murderous intent gathered, Yan Cheng forced himself to calm down, a sneer burst out of his throat, thanks to the years of sneering, it was the same mocking look as Yan Su, "If I don't kill you today, after you ascend the throne, How are you going to treat me?"

Yan Su turned his eyes, and seemed to have really thought about it before he said casually: "Ah... I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe after the ceremony, I can call you into the palace, wear your lute bone, and abolish your martial arts ?”

Yan Cheng's whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water, and he shivered uncontrollably - he shouldn't expect any benevolent answer from him.

"Where is the owner's seal?"

He didn't think he would hand it over easily, but Yan Su said indifferently: "It's the wrench in my hand."

Yan Cheng didn't move immediately, he looked down at him suddenly coughing violently, imitating what he did just now, leaned forward and said in a cold voice: "When you were drinking before, you said that you would not be stingy about the country, and you would do it for me. The wine money—but I don’t want you to give it up. Today I will take it with my own hands, how about you?”

The dark red blood kept overflowing, soaking through Yan Suming's purple skirt, taking away the little blood left on his face bit by bit, but he could still speak, every word made sense, he didn't look like a serious injury I can't tell if I'm trying to force it: "So...you don't want what I give you. You don't shed Yan's blood, but you will become the emperor...that's good. I hate it the most Even if they kneel down and beg me, those people keep saying that the family is alive or dead, and they can’t change their words..." He spoke intermittently after a few short sentences, and after taking a long breath, he frowned again and smiled leisurely. It's really the willow wind in March, the face is clear and clear, but the voice is almost cold, "It doesn't matter if you are a mere emperor... But, your name and your identity are all given to you by me. Do you want to return them together?" Give me?"

Yan Cheng seemed to be hit hard, his expression suddenly stopped, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent for a moment, as if he was afraid of hurting him, and cautiously approached the dying man on the ground. When he spoke again, his voice was unbearably hoarse. The word was lingering between his lips and teeth for many years, and finally at this moment Spit out: "Brother."

When he was an ignorant child raised at the knees of his parents who were not wealthy, he used to envy the little boy next door—because that little boy had an elder brother who was three years older than him, who always protected him and pampered him He, and he has only one younger brother and one younger sister, not only can't enjoy this kind of treatment, but he has to give way to them everywhere.

People in the countryside can't read a single word, and they rarely call him elder brother. However, since he had this brother in name, for eight years, he has always called him elder brother.

Originally, he was sitting on the clouds, a person who looked like a god but not a real person in the eyes of all living beings. What's more, his attitude towards him was always like watching some new plaything.A commoner who is so low in the dust... how dare you call him that?

Tonight, everything he said and did was false, only at this moment, the pain in his heart was real, the pain was so painful that he couldn't help curling up.

Yan Su's pupils had gradually dilated, but upon hearing this barely audible word, there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes.He seemed to be extremely tired, and he raised his hand to caress the corners of Yan Sheng's eyes, but he couldn't hold on halfway through, and with all his strength, his pale fingers could barely touch his temples: "Why are you crying? Be kind and be kind." , should rejoice... both of you and me."

Yan Cheng remained motionless, like a statue made of stone, only two cold tear marks on his face, slightly shining.

And he looked up at him for the last time, that look was so deep, too many indistinguishable emotions condensed into a gleam of light, which flashed away like a meteor.The corners of the lips are always smiling like flowers in the wind, the smile fades, and the flowers wither: "Ah Cheng, hold what you want..." The hand finally hangs down feebly, "Don't cry. Although...seeing you like this ,I am very happy."

The moon is gradually slanting westward, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard do not know that spring will end, they are in full bloom as before, and the two colors grow together, burning the whole small courtyard like a rotten one.

Looking closely, the red and white, where is Tang Hongdixue?

It is clearly red pulp and white bones, reflecting the falling flowers.

Such a cold night, chilling to the bones, as cold as when he was besieged alone by a group of beggars, or when he failed in the night attack and returned to the camp with injuries—but that voice that always sounded when he was in trouble, half a smile but not a smile , has never been heard.

The uncrowned king will be buried under this tree, along with his loneliness, ambition, and mysterious and obscure past.

Yan Cheng lowered his head, and finally whimpered in pain like a lonely little animal.

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"……His Majesty?"

The slightly shrill voice pierced through more than ten years of old events and came to the ears.

The young emperor on the dragon bed wakes up vaguely. The bloody vigilance of the battlefield is still there. He vaguely feels that something heavy is being buckled on his body. .

The patterns of gold thread embroidery shone under the candlelight, and the servants and eunuchs kneeled down in panic.

The scene in front of him seemed to be an unreal dream, and tiredness overflowed boundlessly, Yan Cheng said in a low voice: "Everyone back down."

"Now... what time is it?"

The old eunuch who had served him for the longest time boldly stepped forward: "It's time, can you order the imperial kitchen to bring some refreshing soup to sober up Your Majesty?"

"No, what I'm asking is, what day is today?"

"This..." The old eunuch didn't understand what he meant, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied: "As for your Majesty, last night was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. You drank a few glasses of wine at the banquet, and you were a little drunk, so you didn't wait until the end was over." Drive back to the palace."

The emperor was silent for a while, then laughed lightly as if mocking himself: "Oh, so it wasn't a dream?"

It turns out that what I saw after being drunk, dreaming back under the Tangdi tree, and offering three cups of wine to that person is the reliving of old dreams.

As for the phantom who fell into the dream for no reason, his elder brother who was so wise and close to a monster, had died two years ago at his hands. The famous flowers were buried in the cold rain, the purple clothes were buried in the dust, and his bright eyes turned to ashes.

This huge country can finally belong to him without that first-class person.

So what about being alone?

He has taken hold of the world.

"It's getting late at night, and there will be a ceremony to welcome the spring in the palace tomorrow, so let's go to bed early, Your Majesty."

welcome spring...

He lowered his eyes, his thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and his gaze was suddenly blank.

It must be another spring event full of colorful flowers and blooming flowers.Just like the beauties in the harem, one crop after another of fresh beauty, under the grand scene, grows undefeated.

He has achieved outstanding status, his words have become the purpose, and he has never joked, but this drunken remark in the middle of the night will never be recorded in the official historian's pen and ink: "I never regret taking this position. It's just that sometimes I feel that even if I have seen Hundred Blossoms... it can't compare to that person's eyes."

The author has something to say:

The last sentence, using the lyrics of "Letter to Your Majesty"

Obsessive-compulsive disorder to modify a few typos

I found that the favorites (●--●) suspected that Jinjiang smoked.If it's a real person... Thank you so much, I'm flattered.jpg

Because I wanted to follow the song at the beginning, I quoted a few lines of the lyrics, which can be seen by those who are familiar with it, so I will not note them one by one.