Si Tian Guan

The afterglow in the west has not yet been exhausted, and it is time to turn on the lights. There is still some time before the curfew, but it is cold in winter, and there are scattered thin ice everywhere on the road.

There were not many pedestrians, as if they were all swept back home by the cold wind.

Qu Chenzhou tugged at the front of his front, and no longer cared whether anyone was watching him, he stumbled forward all the way, the half-length iron chain dragging on his feet scratched the ground, making harsh noises.

The winter moon's wind cuts the skin, pain and cold can't be distinguished, and it's too cold to feel.

Liu Chongming was like crazy every night, wanting him without restraint, his whole body was covered with wounds, every step he took seemed to tear himself apart.

I was in a daze before my eyes, and I looked at the intersection not far away, but it seemed that I couldn't walk through it.

He knew he shouldn't stop. Liu Chongming should have gotten the news at this time. He rode over from Jinxiu Camp, but it took only a stick of incense to catch up.

It's just that the feet are too heavy to take a step.

While leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, he looked up at the sky, and there was a crescent moon as thin as willow eyebrows hanging in the dark night.

He laughed at himself in his heart—it turns out that things like luck can't be changed, and his luck is always so bad.

Today is Shuo Ye.

The sound of horseshoes was very clear in the cold street, and the visitor hurriedly slammed the whip again and again, each sound getting closer.

Qu Chenzhou forced himself to be drowsy from the cold, turned around as if overwhelmed, turned his back on the visitor, and walked forward with all his strength.

"Qu Chenzhou! Stop for me!"

The voice was familiar, but it was hard to tell if it was more anger or pleading.

He couldn't stop, and in the darkness at the far street corner, something turned around faintly, if it was Jing Chen's carriage, it would be his way of life.

Since he couldn't make a divination for himself, he chose to gamble with his own life.

Bet he can squeeze through that narrow life door.

"Qu Shenzhou!"

The horse behind him neighed. Did the man step over him? Turned over and got off the horse, and shouted again: "Stop!"

Qu Chenzhou didn't look back, and took another step with difficulty, and he could clearly see the shape of a carriage gradually emerging from the darkness.

Before a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the sound of breaking wind behind him roared down.

Before he realized what happened, he fell to the ground, his mouth full of fishy and sweet taste, and the sudden spurt of blood stained the road ahead.

Then there was a splitting pain across the back, warm blood flowed down the waist and ribs on the ground, and was condensed into red ice in a blink of an eye.

"Go back to me!"

Qu Chenzhou acted like he had never heard of it, and he went crazy, struggling forward with all his strength.

Liu Chongming caught up with him in a few steps, stepped on his ankle, and the whip hung down: "Or let me beat you to death here."

"No..." Qu Chenzhou shouted hysterically, as if he gained some strength from the voice, he took another step forward.

The hands bound in the iron fingertips could no longer grasp the skirt of the clothes, and the skin was grinding against the gravel wrapped in the ice, and it was no longer possible to detect whether there was any injury.

His whole body was trembling with pain, and he couldn't hear or feel anything.

The carriage in his eyes was getting closer and closer, but Qu Shenzhou couldn't lift his head up more and more, and gradually fell on the ground.

Someone jumped out of the carriage first, but I didn't know who it was, and there was noise in my ears, and I didn't know what the people above were arguing about.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he seemed to be on the verge of death, but he tried his best to hug the feet in front of him.

"Save me..." He begged hissingly, "Save me..."

He raised his head and desperately followed the hem of his clothes to see who was coming, but he saw the snow all over the sky whirling and falling on the top of his head, and the cold wind that rolled up the snowflakes wrapped in boundless darkness, engulfing him instantly.

Liu Chongming staggered into the door as if he was drunk, and someone immediately came to help him. He pulled the person into his arms like crazy, greedily wanted to smell the familiar smell in the neck, and then pushed away with his palm in horror.

"No! You are not him!"

My mind was messed up, and it seemed like I was desperately trying to remember who this "he" was, and trying desperately to forget.

"Who is he? Where has he gone!"

Liu Chongming held his head and screamed, as if he wanted to tear himself in half.

"Come here! Find the government doctor quickly!" Someone ordered the servant, and then turned to call him: "Chongming! Wake up!"

He came to his senses in the sound, pounced on him like a wolf preying on him, grabbed the hem of the opponent's clothes, and snarled: "Why did he go out! What did he say to you! Did he even lie to you! Why did you want to go out?" Let him go!"

Someone came to support him, so Bai Shiyan was not thrown down by him.

Bai Shiyan didn't know what to say, looking at his terribly red eyes, he could only say: "Chongming, let him go."

"Why...why?" Liu Chongming was completely stunned: "You don't hate him? You don't blame him? Didn't he lead you to Beiwangpo? Didn't he!"

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he asked like crazy: "He didn't write that note! Right! I wronged him! In fact, I deserve to die! I was wrong, right!"

In fact, he himself knew that the only person who could write such handwriting was Qu Shenzhou.

"Shi Yan! Please tell me! Tell me the truth! Did he send you to look up the slopes in the north! What happened to my sister in the city, does it have anything to do with him?"

While Bai Shiyan hesitated to speak, he got the answer.

"Chongming," Bai Shiyan didn't dare to look at him, and said softly, "I know what happened to you in the past..."

"What do you know!" Liu Chongming only felt that there was depression in his chest rushing left and right, even though he was hoarse, he couldn't vent it: "You don't know anything!"

"I remember the past! He is an evil spirit! He deserves death!"

Bai Shiyan glanced around, motioned for everyone to back down, and then heaved a deep sigh.

Since being entangled between his two younger brothers, he has lived in entanglement and anxiety for a long time, and he couldn't close his eyes for several nights before Qiushou.

Although he didn't experience the life and death in the past, he still understood Liu Chongming's contradictions and pains to some extent.

He also knows that Chongming's real despair is many times more than what he has experienced.

He thought about it, feeling so uncomfortable that he was about to explode, but Qu Shenzhou threw the mess to him and didn't let him talk about it, making him feel like he was cooking in a frying pan.

"Chongming, take a good rest these few days, and I'll talk to you in a few days."

He turned to leave, but was held tightly by Liu Chongming.

"What are you going to say? What did he say to you? Do you believe him? Why don't you blame him for harming you? Did he sleep with you?"

Bai Shiyan's blood rushed to the top of his head, and a slap fell on Liu Chongming's face.

He suddenly understood what Qu Chenzhou said - between us, we have failed each other, and it is impossible to say who forgives the other.

Chongming is always kept in the dark by them now, should he be pitiful or hateful, and among them, who should say sorry to whom?

"Chongming, since you asked that question, I will answer you," he tried to suppress his anger: "This time, I choose to believe in Shen Zhou. Let me say Liu Chongming again for Shen Zhou, you are a bastard! You are not worthy of Shen Zhou !"

Liu Chongming stood on the spot as if frozen, looking at Bai Shiyan in disbelief.

He never thought that he would hear this sentence from Bai Shiyan's mouth. He could even doubt himself, and he never doubted the trust and honesty between Shi Yan and him.

Not only Baishiyan.

And Jingchen... the Jingchen he grew up with.

Ever since he met Fang Wuyang, Jing Chen has gradually let go of the entanglement he had had for many years, and he communicated a lot more in private, joking and joking, as if he had returned to the old days.

But all this turned out to be his illusion.

Not long ago, Jing Chen, like Shi Yan now, stood opposite him for Qu Shenzhou, and even went so far as to face him with a knife.

Jing Chen had a tough attitude, protecting Qu Shenzhou, and even ordered his attendants to unleash their weapons.

He shouldn't have disobeyed the prince, and King Ning was standing by to obstruct him in every possible way, and as soon as he got the news, he hurried away from the Jinxiu Camp alone, without even a single man.

He could only helplessly, watching Jing Chen carry the unconscious Qu Chenzhou into the carriage.

A Qu Shenzhou makes everyone around him go crazy!All black and white are reversed!

Or is he crazy?Or was he still stuck in a nightmare from which he couldn't get out, and still hadn't woken up?

"Why do you..."

Liu Chongming frantically bit his hand, the pain pierced his bones, and the blood was dripping, but he still refused to stop.

"Why do you all betray me!"

"I'm going out! Wake up! Let me wake up!"

He suddenly lost control and slammed his head towards the screen wall, but before he touched the cold stone, the back of his neck suddenly hurt and he fell to the ground.

This blow was merciless, and the deep pain seemed to have been lingering on the back of the neck, and then climbed up the top of the head like a rapidly growing weed and took root.

When I woke up groggy, my head still hurt badly.

He thought he would lie on the bed, but the first thing he saw was a table with tea cups on it. At some point, he leaned against the window and fell asleep like that.

Someone reminded softly at the side: "Marshal, people are coming."

Liu Chongming was startled, and immediately knew where he was. Only in that "previous life" did someone call him that.

He followed the man's finger and looked down. Both sides of the street were crowded with people, and the soldiers were clearing the way ahead to clear the middle of the road.

Then, he saw the person who was coming this way.

With his hands tied behind his back, the man was dragged behind a horse, staggered a few steps, failed to catch up, fell to the ground suddenly, and was dragged a few feet.

The soldiers who followed caught up a few steps, and in the astonishment of the crowd, they whipped down, ignoring the man's convulsions, curled up, dragged his hair and lifted him up again.

This situation seemed familiar, Liu Chongming's heart tightened, and he suddenly understood why Qu Chenzhou would say - "How did you treat me in the past".

Qu Chenzhou should really hate him, so hated that even if he was reborn once, he would never forget him.

I hate so much that I can bear the humiliation for so long, entangled with him, let him willingly dig out his heart, offer it with both hands, and then watch it being trampled under his feet.

He didn't know who Liu Chongming was sitting here, the two lives seemed to be stacked on top of each other.

The boat sinks...

Country hatred, family hatred, deceit and betrayal, he didn't even have the strength to go crazy.

The people around him didn't know what they were talking about, but it sounded like Qu Chenzhou's heart-piercing wailing in a trance.

"Liu Chongming, you will regret it!"

He shouldn't regret it.

"A sycophant who harmed the country will not deserve to die," he withdrew his eyes, watched his reflection in the tea being shaken to pieces by trembling hands, and gritted his teeth: "He deserves it."

His heart was at a loss, love and hate were far away from him, and he had nothing to think about, but he was always stuck in a dead corner, unable to break free.

He didn't understand what he did wrong and why he ended up being so betrayed.

Shouldn't he throw away his wrench and see his past life clearly?

Should we blindfolded and let others push us into the abyss?

"Your Majesty," someone asked cautiously, "do you still want to wake up?"

Liu Chongming looked up in a daze, he was no longer in the teahouse, the lights were dim, the space was cramped, it was an underground prison.

He knew that this was falling into the interlocking lucid dream again. He clearly knew that he was dreaming, and he clearly thought that he would wake up in the next moment, but he was always spinning in a dream.

But he was so tired that he had given up struggling and didn't want to wake up.

In the world over there, Qu Shenzhou left him, and he had nothing to miss.

Not far in front of him stood a standing yoke, in which a person was locked, his hands and neck were fixed, his eyes were blindfolded, his head was slightly tilted back, and he had passed out in a coma.

The man said softly: "I've been standing for two hours today, keeping him awake. If I go any further, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on anymore."

"I can't hold it..." He muttered to himself, his heart blank.

Not long ago, they had a bridal chamber, which was forced by him. He had pictured the bridal chamber countless times in his mind. It was supposed to be beautiful and lingering, but he turned it into hell.

There are no smiles under the candlelight, no weak and boneless greetings, no sweet words of each other, no lingering lingering all night.

He looked at the motionless body in his arms, blood mixed with something, dripping down the ground along his legs, and suddenly broke down and cried bitterly.

Why don't they die together, why are they still alive.

"No... don't die..." He couldn't help but hear the absent-minded whisper from his mouth: "Let him live, don't die..."

Alive.

In fact, he knew that Qu Chenzhou had to die, not dying would not be enough to cause the common people to be angry, and not dying would not be enough to comfort the many people who were killed.

But Shen Zhou is always fresh and vivid in his memory, even after ten years, he still remembers that frown and smile, he dare not think about it, if Qu Shen died...

Liu Chongming took a staggered step and was supported by someone, with Jing Chen beside him.

"Your Majesty," Jing Chen told him softly, as if wanting to shatter his extravagant hopes, "he's dead."

The dead man was tied to the soul-breaking platform not far away, with his head bowed, a few silver arrows pierced his heart, and the bow was still in his hand.

After only one glance, Liu Chongming threw away the bow as if being splashed by boiling water. There was only blood in his eyes and his hysterical wailing in his ears.

He finally got his wish and got his revenge, but was cut short by the blade of revenge.

Qu Shenzhou died, but he survived, living in a world where there would never be another Shenzhou.

He prostrated himself on the ground, screaming heart-piercingly.

"Chongming, Chongming!" Jing Chen's voice continued to call him.

But he was unable to get up, unable to raise his head, as if he was about to be frozen to death in the cold wind, he was shivering with sobs.

A cup of tea splashed on his face, Liu Chongming woke up suddenly, and saw the familiar curtain above his head, and Mu Jingchen in front of him was much younger than the person who helped him just now.

He stared blankly at Jing Chen, opened his mouth, and the tears that wet his cheeks flowed into his mouth, salty and astringent: "Where is Shen Zhou..."

Mu Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, and pulled him up.

"Shi Yan asked me to call you."

"Go and see Qu Chenzhou."

"He's dying."