Shen Gong Ji

The author has something to say: Attention, children's shoes, this chapter is a continuation of the official version of Chapter 57 on Fresh Online and the official version of Chapter 58 in the previous chapter "The Author Has Something to Say".We are very responsive during the river crab period, please forgive the inconvenience caused...

I have been locked up in Beichuan Palace for several days, Zhu Ran sent a few attendants to take care of me, and also to monitor my actions.My health gradually improved, and I was able to get out of bed and walk around.It's just that I occasionally have nightmares at night, often crying and screaming, and finally being shaken awake by the waiter, which is very embarrassing.

It's better to forget some things as soon as possible... Otherwise, when I see the little emperor in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up.

Zhu Ran has never appeared again, and I don't know what's going on outside. I tried to ask the waiters, but they were very strict and didn't reveal a word to me.I was fidgeting, not knowing where the little emperor was now, whether he was alive or dead.

Then just yesterday, the waiters started to pack their things, saying that Emperor Yan was critically ill and wanted Zhu Ran to return to Beijing as soon as possible, and I would be escorted to Huadu, the capital of the Kingdom of Qi.

I was dumbfounded when I heard it, and if I was sent to Qiguo, wouldn't that mean I would never have a chance to escape?

So that night, I took advantage of the unprepared waiter who served me to sleep, knocked him out with an inkstone, and put on his clothes to get out.He had already successfully approached the gate of the Beichuan Prince's Mansion, but suddenly there was a commotion behind him, someone shouted that Mr. Yan Guo had disappeared.As soon as I heard this, I rushed out of the gate, and within two steps, I was pushed to the ground by the soldiers at the gate, with several shining knives resting on my neck.The final result was to be sent back to the room in despair, all the waiters were withdrawn, and the doors and windows were locked tightly.

Then early this morning someone put handcuffs and shackles on me, and led me into a carriage.The carriage staggered through the busy city, with soldiers at the front and rear, while Zhu Ran was far ahead, wearing silver clothes flying and dazzling.

There was no escape, and I was completely hopeless.It seems that finding the little emperor is hopeless, and whether he can survive is another matter.

The more I give up, the easier it is for me.I have been tossing and turning and having nightmares for a few days, but now my spirit is relaxed, I actually fell asleep on the bumpy carriage.

I don't know how long I slept when I was shaken awake.It was Ah Chun, the waiter who served me all the time.

"Young master, camp is set up. Get out of the car."

Since the hands and feet are bound by iron chains, it is very inconvenient to move.I climbed out of the car in embarrassment, and then stared blankly at the scenery in front of me.

The boundless grassland, dyed by the setting sun into a floating layer of golden green, undulates and spreads from the front.The deep and shallow greenery swayed quietly with the evening wind, converging into green waves and galloping towards the distant mountains.Farther away, there are dark green forests, and the dormant snow on the distant mountains is also decorated with rose-colored skylight, connecting with the light flowing clouds in the sky.This vast and magnificent scenery awakened my gloomy mind, and the air I inhaled was also stained with the sweetness of dew on the grass.

I put my hand on the flying hair on my forehead, and for a moment I forgot what to say, and I also forgot my identity as a prisoner.This is the grassland, right?The little emperor talked about grasslands.

We made an appointment to ride horses and gallop on the grassland together.

It wasn't until someone pulled the injured chain forcefully that I came back to my senses and followed the people in front of me.The camp was pitched, and the waiters were busy building fires and cooking.I was pulled into a large tent that looked very gorgeous, and I was dumbfounded as soon as I entered.

Zhu Ran was sitting on a chair wiping her sword, and only raised her head when she heard me coming in.

"His Royal Highness, Yang Juntian, son of the Yan Kingdom, brought it here."

Zhu Ran nodded slightly, "Go down."

"Yes."

The curtain of the big tent closed behind me, and I looked at Zhu Ran blankly.

It took him a while to finally polish the long sword inlaid with red gemstones, and put it back into the scabbard with a bang.He looked at me again, glanced at a simple couch next to him, "Sit."

I walked slowly to the side of the couch and sat down as he had told me, and was horrified to find another couch on the other side of the tent.

... Nima, he wouldn't sleep here too, would he?

I didn't dare to speak, but he ignored me. He just looked at a few official documents solemnly, and then stared at the sheepskin map hanging on the side of the curtain for a long time.After a while, a waiter brought the food, and I couldn't eat it after a few mouthfuls. I just felt that the current situation was embarrassing and weird.

He still doesn't say a word, it's like I don't exist.

It was getting late, and I was getting tired, so I yawned.As a result, Zhu Ran raised his head to look at me at this moment, and said, "Sleep if you are sleepy."

I think I should say something, but I don't know what to say.After hesitating for a while, I still followed what he said, curled up on the couch and closed my eyes.

In the middle of the night, I had another nightmare.I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, staring at the top of the tent with my eyes wide open, and it took me a while to remember where I was.

The sobbing sound of the erhu floats in the air, mellow and low-pitched, as if weeping and complaining, matching the night wind whizzing past on the grassland, as if telling the performer's endless melancholy.I listened, but felt more and more uncomfortable as I listened, as if the stagnation in my heart was more stubbornly blocked in my chest.

Who stays up in the middle of the night playing the erhu?

Turning my head to look, I found that Zhu Ran's couch was empty, and I was the only one in the whole big tent.

My heart moved, how could there not even be a waiter?

Of course, I don't think that this big tent is unguarded, but in this situation, it seems that there is no loss in going out to have a look.

He walked slowly to the tent door, taking every step carefully, for fear that the loud friction of the shackles would wake others up.He opened the curtain, but his eyes were hurt by the bonfire burning outside the tent.

The gray twilight hangs down on the continuous distant mountains and the endless grasslands, everything is covered with a layer of faint dark blue.The stars flicker in the sky, and a bright Milky Way runs across the sky, shining like a scene in a dream.And beside the campfire nearby, a lonely figure sat silently, only the bow of the erhu in his hand trembled with the movement.The night wind lifted his deep black hair, and his handsome but indifferent face was stained by the flames, but it seemed to have an additional color of sadness.

I looked a little puzzled, why did Zhu Ran play the erhu all of a sudden in the middle of the night?

Looking around, there were no guards.The entire camp was silent, except for a circle of silent sentries like shadows in the distance.

"What are you doing out here?"

The sudden question startled me.I saw Zhu Ran still slightly closed his eyes, as if immersed in the sad piano sound.

I replied cautiously, "Come out to get some air..."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, which made my heart tremble.

He turned his head halfway and said to me, "Come and sit."

I walked over with the rattling chain and sat down about two meters away from him.The body warmed by the bonfire.

He stared at the fire light quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Yang Juntian, are you afraid of death?" He suddenly asked.

I said, "Scared."

"Then why did you come to Zhao Yanshu?"

"...It came on impulse."

"Impulsive?" He turned his head and looked at me, "Do you know that your death is coming?"

When I heard it, my mind froze.

Is it still doomed in the end?

But he continued to ask, "If you were given another chance, would you come to him again?"

I just feel disheartened, and my whole body is tense.After listening to his question, I didn't think about how to answer it properly, so I said stupidly, "Probably I will..."

He frowned slightly, "Why?"

"No reason... I said that I will always be by his side..."

He looked at me deeply, as if he couldn't understand me.

"Yang Juntian, you are a very strange person."

"..."

"You, my father, your former emperor of Yan Kingdom, and Du Qian are all very strange people."

Hearing Du Qian's name, my already sluggish thoughts moved again.

Why do you hear the name of Du Qian and Emperor Qiguo appear at the same time?

Looking up at Zhu Ran, he picked up the erhu again and pulled it up.This time the tune was more bleak than before, but it was also strangely beautiful.Pulling and pulling, he suddenly opened his mouth, and his deep and beautiful singing voice floated faintly.

"Plucking weeds and picking weeds, weeds also stop, every day returns, and years don't stop..."

This lyrics...isn't it Caiwei?

I looked at him in surprise, but I didn't expect him to compose a tune.

Listening to his slightly hoarse voice, I feel more and more sad from it.Day after day, I am afraid that I will never go back to the original world, and I will never see my father again.

Even the little emperor couldn't be seen anymore.

Are you really going to die in a foreign country?No, it doesn't even count as a foreign country, a different world is more or less the same.

Or, have I actually been assimilated by this world?The me now is completely different from the me two years ago. My hands are stained with blood and I have experienced such humiliation.With me like this, how can I have the face to go back to the original world?

Just treat it as a dream, this life is a dream... Isn't it quite tragic to die for the one you love...

I only hope that after many, many years, the little emperor can still remember that there was a silly hat who taught him how to play basketball, and once seriously liked him...

I closed my eyes and lowered my head, tears streaming down the corners of my eyes.I tried my best but didn't hold back, I just asked Zhu Ran not to see it.

"In the past, I went, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I come to think, rain and snow. The road is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, I don't know how I am sad!" With the lingering and mournful ending, the song ends, and I But still immersed in that sadness, unable to recover.

Suddenly feeling her cheeks being held, she raised her head to meet Zhu Ran's jade-like handsome face.Before I recovered, I felt him kiss me lightly on the lips.

It was very brisk, and I didn't react until he straightened up.Then when I reacted, it immediately petrified on the spot...

This is... what's going on here? !

He still stared at me quietly, his deep eyes seemed to absorb the starlight of the day.

"You...you..." I was too shocked to speak.

"The day I caught you, I already released the news of your capture, trying to lure your Emperor Yan to show up. But he doesn't seem to care." He said lightly, "He probably doesn't like you as much as you imagined." You, you are not worth doing this for him."

After hearing these words, my heart tightened again, and a faint bitterness floated up my throat.In fact, this kind of result was already expected by me, but it is still not very pleasant to hear and confirm it with my own ears.

Fortunately, if the little emperor is arrested because of me, I might as well hit the wall...

However, it seems that the focus is not here...

"But I like your infatuation for him very much." Zhu Ran continued, looking at me, a little bit of tenderness gradually emerged, "I have noticed you since the Hongtu Banquet. It's not because you sent me The painting is so vivid, but because of the way you look at Zhao Yanshu."

I opened my mouth and stammered, "You...you...why are you..."

"Look at his eyes, it's very similar to the way my father and king looked at a painting back then." He said, showing a faint smile, "And the way you smile, I am deeply impressed by this king."

"I don't know……"

"Although you are a prisoner of the Yan Kingdom, this king is interested in you. It is impossible to let you go back, but you don't have to die." He picked up a dead branch and poked the bonfire, "If you want Be my concubine, this king can save your life."