big week

Chapter 15 5

Feeling worried, she was naturally uneasy, coaxed Xiaoge, asked the old slave to prepare a few medical books, rolled them up in his arms, asked about Ji Ran's palace, and left the Xiaoyao Palace alone.

It was a small palace different from the Xiaoyao Palace. The courtyard was covered with clumps of thin bamboos, and the cold wind blew through, humming lowly, with a kind of elegance and tranquility far away from the wealth and honor of the royal family.Walking through the yard, what came to me was the strong and indelible medicinal fragrance, with a touch of sorrow.

I stepped across the mottled vermilion lacquer threshold without anyone telling me, and stood by the door, watching Ji Ran lying obliquely on the glass couch near the door, sleeping lightly with his eyes closed.

Compared with those few days, her cheeks were much thinner, her face was still bloodless, and her eyebrows were locked together, as if she couldn't sleep well even in a dream.

He untied the fox fur on his body and put it on him. The snow-white fox fur reflected his jade-colored face, making his skin more beautiful than snow.Sitting on a chair not far from him, he was bored, fiddled with the herbs on the table, the herbs were ruthless, just a pile of idlers, but it could be seen that their master valued them very much.

After all, this exquisitely carved mahogany table is already the most expensive item in the palace.But the owner of this palace uses it to place herbs.

Scutellaria baicalensis, Prunella vulgaris, and Ling Xiaohua were recognized all the way, but when they saw the last taste, they were stunned, held them in their hands, looked at them carefully, racked their brains, and didn't know what they were.

;"This is Hedyotis hundred flowers. I asked my mother and concubine to entrust the imperial doctor to seek it. It is natural that the emperor does not know it."

At some point, Ji Ran was already standing behind me, looked at the herbs in my hand and said this in a calm tone with a sense of alienation.

There was already a sense of alienation in his words, but I looked at the herbal medicine but didn't know how to take his words.

; "The Supreme Emperor is busy today?"

"It's not bad, I just want to go out for a walk and see you on the way." Since he changed his words and didn't want to call me Grandpa, I naturally pretended that I didn't hear the fact that he had changed his words.

After all, some things, once they are revealed, are contradictions, and they are big contradictions. It is better to see through each other and not to reveal them.

;"In this case, Ji Ran thanked the Supreme Emperor."

Having said that, there is nothing to say.

I took the fox fur, put it on my body, got up and left under the strong and indelible medicinal fragrance.

It's all like I haven't been here.

Standing outside Ji Ran's palace gate, I suddenly looked down at my hands.I stretched my hands to the sky and spread my palms. Under the sky, my hands looked so small and old, like withered branches in winter, lifeless.

Who would have imagined how many people were killed and how many people were pushed into the bottomless abyss with just such a pair of hands.

I let out a long sigh, but I have never regretted it in my heart. If there is a sacrifice to be made in this great Zhou Liuli world, it should be sacrificed by my Zhou clan.If these insignificant sacrifices can be exchanged for the peace and prosperity in my heart, even if it means the death of my Zhou family, it doesn't matter.

;"Grandpa Huang." I thought deeply alone, but was woken up by someone.

"Ji Shu." I watched Ji Shu bring his servants outside Ji Ran Palace.

"Grandfather Huang also came to congratulate Jiran. Father said that he chose the second day of April this year to marry Jiran, and his grandson came to congratulate him specially." Ji Shu looked at me and smiled happily. It seems that it was someone else who committed suicide a few days ago.

I didn't reply to his words and left on my own.In the bottom of my heart, I felt that Ji Shu could not be the heir apparent of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Time flows slowly bit by bit, and the years quietly flow into the long annual rings. It is already the eighth day of cold winter after the new year.

And today, it's my birthday.When I was young, every time my mother came to my birthday, she would say that since I was a child, my birthday was different than others.

Standing on the tall city tower and looking down, there are thousands of lights in the country of Liuli, celebrating the birthday of the Supreme Emperor.

"Father." Ting Ke went up to the gate tower and invited me to go down.

The palace invited the best theater troupe in the imperial city, saying that it was the emperor's fiftieth birthday this year, so it was natural to add some new things, so there was no need for palace actors.

A small stage, complete with gongs and drums, and singing, reciting, sitting and dancing between watercolor and ink are all exquisite stories and colorful lives.

"The new play written by their family is famous in the imperial city. Today I have invited you here, so I have to order this new play. The emperor's palm is to see if it can be called a good word." Su Yunqu sat in the pavilion Ke's side, introduced as a queen.Now, Ting Ke doesn't care about the affairs of the harem and doesn't want to deal with all the women in the harem, so she is naturally more comfortable.

I lowered my head and thought, is it a new play? It seems that today is a bit interesting.

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, a seven-year-old boy in a white fish-patterned costume turned his fan and folded his hands, singing alone.

"There should be nothing to worry about in life, but who knows that it will carry a lifetime of worry. It is said that nature is born with precious and bad, but the mother and abandoned child guard alone."

I watched the little boy's singing, and felt faintly uneasy in my heart. I took a celadon flower and bird tea bowl, and took a few sips of tea to get wet.

"What's the name of this play?" I asked Ting Ke seemingly unintentionally.

; "Father also asked me, but my son doesn't know?" Ting Ke said, looking at the little boy on the stage.

I suppressed the doubts in my heart, the boy on the stage had changed his outfit, his hair was loose, and he was wearing ivory white double-breasted homely clothes, holding a book, but he looked like he couldn't read.He took a few steps to the right, then back a few steps, and finally stood still helplessly, and read: "I heard that my father married a new stepmother and had a younger brother. My mother told me to go and see, but I will go, Why don't you go?" He was in a dilemma, very hesitant.

After reading, he tapped his head with the book, as if he had made a great determination, and continued to read; "That's all, let's go."

I was shocked in my heart, looking at the concubines and concubines who were watching the opera in the banquet, there was no doubt on their faces now, I was a little relieved, but the stone in my heart was never really let go.

The scene on the stage changed again. Under the red curtain, a middle-aged man in a red robe came out, holding a baby who was still in its infancy, and said to the little boy in white: "Come on, good boy, Come and see your brother."

The white-clothed boy watched the man put the doll into the cradle. He walked over to the cradle to see and play with the doll.

Like all the people who are listening to the opera, I can't extricate myself for a long time looking at the warm picture of the two brothers.

In such a state of being unable to extricate themselves, the curtain was closed, and a sky-blue backdrop was replaced, and many flowers were placed around the stage, and a jade-faced gentleman who had grown up came out again, wearing a robe with ivory and platinum patterns. , holding the young boy in black in his hand, he looked at the little boy with tears streaming down his face, but the little boy was making flowers and didn't see the tears in his eyes.

Baizi's young man carried the little boy on his back and sang to a place where there was no one; , It’s good for the two flowers to bloom, so why break the branches to help them grow.” After the boy finished singing, he wiped his tears secretly with his sleeve, walked to the boy’s side, led him to a palace, and continued to sing; “I have the heart of a younger brother. Like a mirror, I have a younger brother who is as beautiful as Ji, I have a younger brother who can speak, and I have a younger brother who can carry a tripod. Folding flowers must be broken, and growing flowers must be tender. May my younger brother ride the wind and be able to summon wind and peace rain."

The teenager on the stage looked at the little boy who was holding his hand, suppressing his sadness and still smiling.His father asked him to choose between his younger brother and himself. He chose his younger brother and decided to sacrifice himself, but he still smiled, so brightly that he could smell a faint fragrance of sadness.

There was lightning and thunder, and the stage was covered with a black curtain. Two boys, one black and one white, stood facing each other in the garden. The eyes of the boy in black were full of suspicion and coldness, while the boy in white had eyes as warm as water, and the corners of his lips were curved. With a slight smile.

There was a bang of thunder, and the dazzling light of lightning seemed to split the sky and the earth, and the young man in black seemed to be Hell Yama crawling out of the crack in the split.

The boy in black raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the boy in white's chest. The blade of the sword reflected the light of thunder and lightning, making it look extraordinarily terrifying.

But the young man Bai looked at the sword, calmly, still smiling slightly, but the corners of his eyes, under the lightning, were already faintly red.

The black-clothed boy said, "My brother, support and grow up, you are my throne, I can't keep you." The boy's tone was cold, full of hatred.

The boy in white didn't speak, his face was covered with drops of water, and he couldn't tell whether it was the heavy rain that wet his face, or he was crying.

He didn't know, he just watched the young man in black smiling quietly, his smile was so warm, like the sunshine in March, like a bright peach blossom, as if his most precious everything was in front of him.

The young man in black clenched the sword in his hand, bit his lower lip, and said, "I will kill you myself, if you fight back, I'm afraid you won't be able to die so easily."

The boy in white felt a transparent line across his cheeks. If he wasn't sure whether he was crying just now, but now he understands himself and really can't help it.His heart and affection have always been on this black-clothed boy. Since he was born to now, every step he takes, he is watching him and guarding him.He is happy that he is his younger brother, but he would rather he is not his younger brother.

He had no one to tell his heart, and he didn't dare to tell his heart. He watched the boy in black facing his sharp sword point, opened his hands, and met the sword with a posture of flying.

Yes, he was about to fly, red blood flowed from his body along the blade, such a desperate color, the pupils of the boy in white dilated, but the corners of his lips still had a warm curvature.

I looked at everything on the stage, and my heart was in pain. Many concubines who watched the theater cried sadly for the passing of this white boy. Play, for my brother Wang.

But I am an emperor, how can I cry, not to mention, at this time, I have to become more sober.

The black-clothed boy on the stage had already approached the night alone with a sword, the sword was still stained with blood, facing the thunderstorm, with such a shrill sound of rain and thunder, drop by drop, strand by strand, fell into the rainwater ,quietly.The boy in white fell into the rain, and the blood-colored flowers on his chest were washed away by the raindrops.

I looked at the stage, my hands trembled slightly, I held my hands, tried to control myself, and told myself over and over again, this scene was aimed at me, not when I was sad, I gritted my teeth, biting my head so hard Painful, but not loose.

I'm waiting, when Su Yunqu's play is over, what exactly will I do.

; "Does the Supreme Emperor think this play is good?" Su Yun's smile was particularly charming.

"This play is not bad, but it's just for today, Gu's birthday, it's not good." Pushing the ivory beads in my hand, I replied slowly.

Su Yunqu wanted to say something, but she didn't say it, she just nodded and smiled at me.

I was beating drums in my heart, and I was wondering, but I heard a rush of footsteps.

The chief eunuch who followed Ting Ke immediately knelt down and said, "Brother just fell into the water in the imperial garden and died."

"When did it happen?" Tinko immediately stood up and asked a step closer.

"About the time when the young man in white died on the stage."

"What?" Ting Ke's voice did not finish.But someone else has something important to report.

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