Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 111

Jiang Bin stood there in a daze, like a rotten tree with roots.

For him, Jiang Ziqing, Yang Tinghe, and even Wenqu are nothing but sinful debts that can be written off. He can't remember the past, so he is blameless.No matter what kind of vows and vows we had with Wenqu, they have all sunk in time and eclipsed in reincarnation.Today, he is just a sycophant of Emperor Zhengde, a mortal womb with shoulders and knees.Begging for mercy, he has no choice but to make fun of himself, he can stand on the sidelines and sigh again.

But at this moment, he was feeling timid.

If Jiang Ziqing was as calm and calm as before, he would have no scruples to plan for fraud, contrive schemes and set up traps, and wait for the culprit to fall into the abyss, then spit on him and add insult to injury.But what was frozen on the face in front of him, like thunder in winter and snow in summer, like flowers growing from a dead tree, the unspeakable grief and the sourness of the bitterness, dripped down to his feet, silently corroding his righteous words.

Now, with just a few words, he can achieve his wish and make the unscrupulous Shangxian in front of him fall to the ground, but the knife is sharpened, but the heart is blunt.For a moment, he seemed to understand his eternal invariability, and his irreversibility, which made him more at a loss than hatred.

"Why are you startled?" As if a cold fingertip had touched his forehead, Jiang Bin suddenly came back to his senses, knowing that it was Wu Jie who urged him.

Looking up at Jiang Ziqing who was standing in front of her, she remained motionless, but full of flaws.

Jiang Bin hated his own vacillation, and if he didn't break the boat, wouldn't he have failed Zhengde and his infatuation?

"Zitong..."

It is clear that he can't remember the past, but the word Wu Jie instigated is like a sip of hot tea, from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart, with a slight bitterness.But there was a burst of relief in his heart, the bait was thrown away, and there was no turning back. From then on, he was just Jiang Bin, and he only wanted to lure you into the urn wholeheartedly.

The two words were carried by Sophora japonica, and floated to Jiang Ziqing's ears.

For a long time, he still stood like that, Jiang Bin almost doubted that he had heard it, but in the next moment, the clothes fluttered without wind, and the brilliance of the moon climbed up the corners of his eyes and brows along his temples, and his black hair fell down. , It turns into snow in an instant.

That strand of silver, like a floating spider thread, eagerly wrapped around his fingers, tied his hair, and bound the life and death that always went against his wishes.

Jiang Bin took a step back in shock, only to realize that the wind had already stopped.Jiang Ziqing still stood quietly in front of him, but her white hair was stabbed by the sword.

Jiang Ziqing stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch that childish face, but when she got close, she paused in mid-air, stared blankly for a while, then stretched forward again trembling.

Putting his fingers on it, it is cold and hot, one side is weak water and the other side is a mountain of flames, competing alternately, corroding the soul and burning the body, making life worse than death.

But he didn't dare to retreat, and couldn't retreat, he just stroked the back of Jiang Ziqing's hand stiffly, his eyes fell on his snow-stained temples: "Zitong, why are you doing this?"

Jiang Ziqing remained silent, her eyes traced his eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Bin felt uncomfortable being looked at, took Jiang Ziqing's hand away from his cheek, held it up to his chest and said, "I said, even if I don't have this soul, I can still remember...you write a word, say a word , are all branded in my heart... You have suffered a lot these years, and it was all because of me... If there is anything wrong with you, I would rather die out of my wits."

The last four words sounded like a thunderclap, and Jiang Ziqing's hand trembled in Jiang Bin's palm, like a frightened bird flapping its wings and trying to fly away.

"Zitong? But did I say the wrong thing?" Jiang Bin held Jiang Ziqing's hand tightly, which was the last chance of life for Emperor Zhengde, "Zitong, can you answer me?"

One sentence, one sound, evoked the madness of lovesickness.

For Wuqu, he endured loneliness and pain, but he couldn't bear the sudden loss and regain.

He was going crazy, stupid, crazy.After a while, Fang subsided the trembling, closed his eyes and said, "I had a dream."

A long dream.

In the dream, he personally sent Wu Qu to Yinghuo Xingjun, who was cast into the emperor's womb, and watched the two live together, just to make Wu Qu's soul return to its place.

In the dream, Wu Qu couldn't remember him, and he should. Don't waste a lot of hard work, but he couldn't live peacefully every night, thinking of Wu Qu's promise, he did some ridiculous things.Invite martial arts to appreciate plum blossoms, write in the mud, listen to him flattering praise, still don't give up, go to the teahouse to wait for him, listen to a folk story, but in exchange for a nonsense.

He has completely forgotten that even if his soul returns to his place, he can't remember life after life, and he can't remember staying together forever. It seems that the twists and turns of knowing and cherishing each other are just a solo song by himself. Still lingering in the old place and muttering to the old locust tree that doesn’t bloom and the faded couplets?

The heart is cold, but still not dead, dragging an empty shell to make mistakes, insisting on fulfilling the promise of the year.In order to refine his soul, he watched his facial features melt into the boots, but his eyes were still fixed on the coffin left by the king...

He remembered that he died together, but why did he forget his deep love?

Fortunately, this is just a dream.

Jiang Ziqing rested her forehead on Jiang Bin's shoulder, suddenly feeling tired like never before.

For thousands of years, he has held on, like a dilapidated lonely boat pushed forward by the waves, unable to turn back, and unable to see the shore. out of reach.Fortunately, at this moment, he was finally slapped by a wave, and he was in a trance for a while before he knew it was the end.

Since we parted in the previous life, I have never been happy. One idiot accompanied another stupid, my heart was worn away, my desires were precipitated, and now I don't know what it feels like to be happy for a while.I even felt bored with this dull face, but the man hugged him like a baby, coaxing in his ear: "It's just a dream, I'm fine, don't you see it?"

Jiang Ziqing closed her eyes and didn't even have the strength to nod her head.

Tired birds return to their nests, fallen leaves return to their roots, wandering and wandering, searching and searching for a long time, let him relax for a moment...

Jiang Bin probably also knew that he was tired, so he stopped asking questions, hugged, cuddled, and cuddled each other.Those arms gradually tightened like giant snakes preying on them, suffocating people.

At this moment, thinking about it day and night, it is more like a dream in Nankeyi.A moment of tenderness can always give birth to luxuriant anxiety.Worry about gains and losses, all because of deep-rooted love.

Jiang Ziqing broke away slightly, looked at Jiang Bin and said, "Do you really mean what you said at the beginning?"

Jiang Bin, who was so eloquent just now, was stunned now.

"Are you really willing to escape the six realms of reincarnation with me and go to a place where no one lives?"

The clepsydra, in the silent night, points to the passage of time drop by drop, and the floating arrow in the pot rises with the water, pointing to the scale of the copper ruler.

Jiang Bin tugged Jiang Ziqing's sleeves tightly, his hands trembling slightly, but his face was still thoughtful and calm.

"I am willing, why do you need to ask more, but how can I get what I want?"

Jiang Ziqing froze for a moment, seemingly a little confused, but remembered something after a while: "Follow me."