fluttering night wind

Meng Ziying walked in front of the two mountain walls in a daze.There was a long line of people in front of them, either the old, the weak, the sick, or the missing arms and legs, dripping with blood.From time to time, low whimpers sounded from the crowd.He was inexplicably caught in the middle, and slowly walked to a narrow pass under the mountain wall.

It was half dark, and there were white lanterns hanging in front of the gate, and several people in official uniforms were checking their identities one by one.When it was his turn, a clerk who looked like a clerk held a pen and ink in one hand, flipped a book on the table with the other, and asked: "Name, date of birth, please come up." Tell the truth about what medicine you sell.

"Meng Ziying, Meng Ziying," the scribe murmured, flipping through the paper with a "squeak" from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the beginning, and suddenly stopped in the middle of a certain page.

Borrowing the dim light of the white paper lantern, the man rubbed his eyes, looked at it carefully again, and turned pale with shock.The writing brush in his hand dropped to the ground, which attracted several colleagues nearby to gather around.Several people stared at Meng Ziying and whispered for a while, then the clerk came over and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Xing, you came a little early, you shouldn't come here. You still come back and forth from wherever you come from." go."

Meng Ziying was at a loss for a moment and couldn't understand what they meant, but she still walked out of the team.He walked in the opposite direction under the guidance of another subordinate staff with a smile on his face.There was a voice of discussion from behind: "Fortunately, you found out early and blocked him from the door. The star king also came a few days ago, and even tore up the life and death book. This time, we can't let him He entered the wrong door, otherwise the Hades Hall would not have been demolished."

Am I dead?Mencius touched her chest, and just when she felt relieved, the sound of rushing water suddenly sounded around her, and then countless lanterns and candles rose around her.He looked intently and saw that he was standing on the embankment of a big river, the houses on both sides of the river were dimly lit, the lights were smoldering, and the fishing boats on the water were also swaying in the wind.He walked along the river for a while, saw a stone bridge in front of him, and walked along the stream of people, and saw three large characters engraved on the stone bridge: "King Kong Bridge".

Is this the King Kong Bridge in Yongjing?He looked around, and suddenly saw a small boat tied under the old willow tree on the opposite bank, and a young man was squatting on the side of the boat washing something with a lantern.

Meng Ziying's tears flowed down uncontrollably. It must have been the spring of Chongming's 13th year. She should be young and bored with all kinds of things on her mind.He covered his mouth and wept, watching the boy enter the cabin and put down the bamboo curtain.After a long time, the tourists on both sides of the strait had disappeared, and a handsome young man in civilian clothes came out from the darkness.With a big burden on his shoulders, he went to the bridge and looked around, hesitated for a while, then turned over and went down the bridge hole, lying on the bluestone slab under the bridge, listening to the sound of water, fell asleep lightly.

I still remember the sentimentality. I used to be a boat for the return, and what happened on the Biye Zhuqiao that day. The youth is not reserved for the young.

Mencius Ying supported the trunk of the willow tree, crying so hard that she couldn't straighten up.With tears in his eyes, he saw that the curtain of the painting boat was lifted, and the boy from before took out a blanket, tiptoed to the boy under the bridge hole, covered him with the blanket, and then returned to the cabin.

In the spring night, catkins and flowers were flying, and the two teenagers slept soundly, which was reflected in the eyes of the people on the other side, turning into tears in the spring river.When it was just dawn, the boy in the cabin casually put a bowl of oatmeal porridge under the bridge hole, untied the cable, and pushed the boat away.After he left, the young man under the bridge also woke up. Seeing the bowl of porridge, he happily picked it up and ate it.He ate deliciously and was not afraid that someone would poison the porridge and rice.After eating, the boy folded the blanket neatly, washed his face by the river, and left the river bank.

"Sound of geese, sound of geese, wait for me!" Mencius yelled, crying, and rushed up the King Kong Bridge, chasing the young man along the river bank.In the early morning, all the people coming and going around Temple Street were business people, pulling vegetables and transporting rice, and there was an endless stream. The boy's back disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Mencius Ying let out a long cry and woke up from the chaos.His vision gradually cleared up, he heard the bells from outside, and found himself in a side hall of the Tai Chi Hall.

Where is the time in the dream, I feel the wind and rain are precarious. 30 years of personnel to do depression.

He moved his hands and feet a little, only to hear the sound of shackles.Looking down, apart from the handcuffs and fetters, even the lute bone under the neck was penetrated by the chain.The other end of the chain was nailed firmly to the wall behind the bed.

There are quite a lot of acupuncture points between the neck of a person, and life is at stake. Once the pipa bone is held, the internal force cannot be exerted.He tried his luck to break free, but it hurt like thousands of needles pricked in his Qi Palace, and if he tried a little harder, his limbs and bones would be excruciatingly painful.Being poisoned and being restricted in freedom is really the worst situation.

He remembered the poisoning that happened during the Jingning period, and the person who poisoned him was also the closest person around him, Xue Xueyi's husband Li Yuanhuan.At that time, Mencius You and Shen Huaixiu did everything possible to save him.Now he has become a veritable loner and the target of public criticism. Who else can save him?

At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the hall, and a small yellow door came in, holding a tin basket food box in his hand.He lowered his head all the way, walked to Meng Ziying's Hu couch, opened the food box, and took out the meals one by one.Meng Ziying had never seen him before, but seeing that he did not look sideways and his movements were skillful, she knew that it was useless to ask, so she kept silent.

Bijing porridge, mandarin duck cakes, and crystal cakes are all served in glass bowls and dishes.If it is normal, I am afraid that I would have eaten it to my heart's content, but now I have no appetite at all.He leaned against the back of the couch, thinking about things in his mind.About two or three hours later, Xiao Huangmen, who delivered the food earlier, came in again, this time holding a three-color hollowed-out glazed incense burner in his hand.He first placed the incense burner on the bookshelf opposite Meng Ziying, and then came over to put the cold food back into the food box, and took it away silently.

Curly green smoke rises from the top cover of the incense burner. It is my favorite Suhe incense, like the moon covered by light clouds, like the dancing snow in the returning wind.Meng Ziying sighed in her heart over and over again, it turned out that the poisonous smoke had accumulated over time, but it was ridiculous that she didn't know it.In the smoldering smoke, he fell asleep uncontrollably.

Waking up again, because of the continuous ringing of the bell.In the cold and pain, he counted silently, a total of one hundred and eight rings, which was also the auspicious number when he ascended the throne.

After half a day, familiar footsteps sounded outside the hall again, and the little yellow door walked in again.Seeing that the food on the couch was still untouched, he couldn't help frowning at this moment, and stood there for a while.

He still packed the food box and went out after burning incense.This time, Meng Ziying found that the incense in the censer had been replaced by ambergris.Not long after, another person walked into the side hall.Meng Ziying could recognize his footsteps without opening her eyes.

Shen Junli, the great general who protects the country, was wearing a black court uniform and thin armor. He walked up to Mencius Ying's couch, knelt down on both knees, and asked, "Why hasn't your Majesty had any water or rice for three days?" Mencius Ying was too lazy to look at him and closed his eyes to rest Said: "Has the new king ascended the throne? Congratulations to the general. From now on, the dignitaries will look sideways, and the prime minister will bow down. One person will be under one man, and ten thousand people will be above him."

Shen Junli was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Today the crown prince ascended the throne and amnesty the world. It's a pity that your majesty did not see that Ting'er was born noble, with a royal air in his arms, and is very heroic. Your majesty can rest assured when the prince grows up."

"Has Xueyi been buried?" Meng Ziying asked again, and after waiting for an affirmative answer, he sighed and said, "I shouldn't have given her that poem on the Qianqiu Festival last year. Xueyi flew to Brother Ying, Hugh hugged the pipa and crossed other ships. Now it has become a prophecy."

"What's the matter, Ah Liu?" "The princess is safe and sound. Today, she ascends the throne with His Highness, and enters the posthumous position to lead the Six Palaces." The corners of Mencius Ying's mouth rose slightly, and it was a good way to exchange the least price for the greatest return.

Shen Junli waited for a while, and seeing that he had nothing else to say, he couldn't help but said softly: "Why doesn't your majesty care about your own situation?" Mencius Yingmo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him and said with a smile: "You said it, your majesty today, although The Son of Heaven is like a lone husband. A lone husband is a traitor to the people, and everyone can be killed." Shen Junli saw his expression of indifference to everything, and felt his heart sink, and said softly: "With the king's reason, no one dares to embarrass him. Your Majesty. From now on, I will accompany Your Majesty. When Your Majesty needs me, you only need to call Jun Li's name softly."

Mencius sneered slightly and said, "The status of the general is no longer what it used to be. Qianjin just smiles, can you come when you are called?" When he said this, he suddenly couldn't help coughing, and the chain around his neck rattled.While struggling, he saw Shen Junli's unbearable expression, suddenly his heart moved, he bit his lips and tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sure enough, Shen Junli showed a frightened look on his face, and immediately got up and wanted to get on the bed, but it was inconvenient to bend down because of the armor, so he took off the thin armor, unloaded the sword, and approached.Meng Ziying did the fake act for real, exerted too much force, and felt a bloody smell rising from her lungs, and her mouth was immediately foaming with blood.Shen Junli hugged him in front of his chest, while inputting true energy from the vest, while wiping the blood off his face.

In the blink of an eye, Mencius Ying's eyes flashed sharply, and he was already in trouble.Huajian School's martial arts, such as hand-to-hand combat and grappling, still have an elegant and refreshing charm.It's obviously a life-and-death struggle, but it looks like a fight between ears and temples.But in the blink of an eye, Meng Ziying was already defeated. He looked at the other party incredulously, and said in surprise, "Your Guying of the Cold River has already reached the ninth level?"

Shen Junli took out a white porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a Resurrection Pill, and forced him to swallow it, then said: "It's only the eighth level, Junli dare not overstep it, it's just a little inferior to His Majesty." He laughed and said, "Don't dare to overstep? Don't dare to overstep, why don't you call yourself a minister?"

Shen Junli was speechless.Meng Ziying lay in his arms and looked up at him, suddenly said: "Now that the new king is established, you must discuss the crusade against Jiangdong next, right? Have you sent someone to join Xianbei in northern Xinjiang?" Seeing that the other party was speechless, Meng Ziying snorted and said, "Xiao Yu just lost Youzhou, so he may not dare to let Ma Zhongyuan go again. I'm afraid your plan will come to nothing..."

"Your Majesty, why do you only talk about these state affairs with Junli?" Shen Junli suddenly interrupted him and said, "I imagine that, just like before, Your Majesty would still like to talk to me about poems and songs, gossip about Quyuan, and talk about those childhood things."

Meng Ziying was stunned for a moment, with a bad premonition in her heart, and said coldly: "The general is about to show off his ambitions, and he is in full swing. How can I replace the beautiful chapter of Anbang and Dingguo with shallow singing and whispering? Wouldn't it be disappointing? The general is talented?"

Shen Junli caressed his cheek with one hand, he is a gentleman, hide it in the center, when will he forget it.

He said affectionately: "From the first time Jun Li saw His Majesty, he made up his mind to always be by his side. In the past, in Jiangling City, Mencius You imprisoned His Majesty, and the following offended the superior. Jun Li wished he could kill this dog. I think Seeing him and Bai Yansheng fighting outside Jiangling City, both of them were injured, I was very happy, but later His Majesty fell into the city and went away, which made Jun Li very sad."

It was the first time he confided to his Majesty his long-held heart song, but Meng Ziying smiled ugly and scolded: "I never thought that I would suffer this crime when I am old. Shen Junli, you should kill me!"

Shen Junli felt desolate, but said softly: "In my eyes, Your Majesty will always be the same as 20 years ago."

The emerald smoke of ambergris burning in the censer floats in the air, condensing but not scattered, filling the hall with a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere.

Hexiehexiehexiehexie

Shen Junli kissed his pale thin lips, played with his sweat-wet hair, and asked unconsciously: "Is Your Majesty happy?" Mencius Ying was trembling in pain, and said perfunctorily, "Happy." There is no smile?" Meng Ziying opened his eyes to look at him, his face was as cold as ice, and said in a weak voice: "If you can still laugh at this time, you really have no heart. You kill me. What joy is there in life? What are you afraid of?"

Although Shen Junli's long-cherished wish was fulfilled, he didn't feel any joy at all.It was wishful thinking, and he couldn't pray for any response.Even this time, whether he won or lost the forced palace, he is still unable to draw a conclusion.

If you can't be the person His Majesty loves the most, then be the one that His Majesty will never forget.

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