Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Yin turned over, put her chin in her hands, and said solemnly as if she had made up her mind, "Jin Lang, I'm going to ask the emperor to release you and use your original name. You can be my bodyguard. ? The scar on your face, I will find a way to help you get rid of it."

Jin Lang also turned over, and took the same posture as Yan Yin, "The emperor will not agree, and all the princes cannot be expelled."

"Don't worry about it, I'll find a way!"

"Don't... you helped the eldest brother before and were punished. I know it. Don't offend the emperor because of me. You treat me well, and I appreciate it. Isn't this good? Unless...you are tired of me and don't want to come Here it is..." Jin Lang said, turning his head sideways, with a narrow smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why? I just think it's against the rules for us to hang out like this. I'm not at ease. I can protect you only if you are by my side. "

Jin Lang smiled, "Only when I am the most humble slave, will I not hinder anyone, nor will I attract hatred from others, and I will be the most secure."

Yan Yin thought for a while, and felt that Jin Lang's words made sense, so she stopped persuading her.

That day was the May Festival, Yan Yin excitedly brought some zongzi to Jin Lang.The zongzi is a method passed down from the south: the glutinous rice is cleaned and soaked in mugwort leaves overnight, and then mixed with jujube, chestnut, dried persimmon, ginkgo, red bean and wrapped. The faint scent of mugwort makes people feel refreshed.

But Yan Yin arrived at the lakeside, blew the whistle three times, and waited for a stick of incense, but there was no sign of Jin Lang.

Yan Yin's heart suddenly became frightened, she picked up the whistle and blew it recklessly.The shrill whistle echoed by the empty lakeside, startling the birds in the water one by one.Those birds hovered in the sky, looking at the young man in white who was anxiously pacing up and down below, as if in amazement.

Suddenly, Yan Yin stopped, but the whistling still seemed to be echoing in her ears, lingering... This is more like the mourning of a crane that has lost its partner... The uneasiness in Yan Yin's heart became more and more intense, Hold your heart together tightly.

"Jin Lang is dead." The person who came was a dark-skinned, bearded man with a slave mark on his face.

"Jin Lang is dead..." The rice dumpling in Yan Yin's hand fell to the ground and was buried in the long grass.

Yan Yin seemed unable to think anymore, she just stared blankly at the man's lips opening and closing.

On the day of the first day of the new year, the eldest prince Yan Chong brought a group of clan lords here for a hunting trip, and that day seemed to be some lord's birthday.A group of people hunted for most of the day, and only shot a few birds, but they didn't feel satisfied.The birthday gentleman suggested that it would be better to find a slave for hunting, so he approached Jin Lang.Jin Lang was driven by them with horses and ran straight for more than half an hour. Finally, he was exhausted and shot to death by the lake. His body sank into the lake and never came up...

Yan Yin felt dizzy and could hardly stand upright. A pair of hands behind him stretched out to support his shoulders. It was Eunuch An.

Yan Yin fell down in the long grass, staring at the lake in a daze, like clay sculptures and wood carvings, he had been there for more than an hour.But the emotion in his heart was like a river rushing, surging endlessly.

Although this incident is cruel, the Great Emperor will not be punished in any way. The life of a slave is worthless. No matter if he is shot to death, rode to death, or hacked to death, even civilians do not need to take his life, let alone princes and nobles...

Yan Yin just regretted it. That day, if he had just persuaded Jin Lang to agree to quit his nationality that day, it would be fine. This kind of thing happened today.At that time, I always thought that I had an equal relationship with Jin Lang. If I let him be my slave, I would really humiliate him... But compared with losing my life, what is this humiliation?A mistake in one thought made a big mistake, Yan Yin felt pain and regret in her heart, tears rolled down her eyes.

I also think of Jin Lang when we met for the first time, smiling blankly, nibbling the mustache carefully, as long as a little love and warmth can make him forget all the hurts, but he stubbornly insists on what he must insist on. thing.

"Why don't you always pay?"

"Son of a subjugated country, how can I sign the name..."

"But you paint so well, even if it's just scattered materials, you should sign your name so that future generations will know that it is your masterpiece."

"Just blend my painting into your painting."

Yan Yin clearly remembered the simple and honest smile on Jin Lang's face when he said this.

"You can't come here often to watch birds. When you can't remember the details of the bird's posture, just look at the pictures I drew for you, and you can find references." Jin Lang squinted his eyes, with a doting expression on his face, It's like a big brother who loves his younger brother.

"If it's okay... put the best one I drew together with my father's painting... is that okay?" Jin Lang's voice was low and hesitant.

"No problem! I will do it!"

Of course Yan Yin remembered her original promise, but she never took any action.I always feel that the future is still very long, and we are still young. Jin Lang's paintings will get better and better. The best one should not appear until decades later?But I didn't expect that I would never see Jin Lang's paintings again...

For the first time, Yan Yin stepped into the pickled and filthy place that Jin Lang said.

Low-slung adobe houses with thatched roofs, wicker cages and birdhouses are neatly arranged in a row along the base of the wall, surrounded by white birch fences, and the scars on the wood look like individual Eyes, staring at Yan Yin, the unexpected guest.

There is only one seat, one pillow, and one stove in the house. Although it is very simple, the flattened mud floor is spotless and not dirty at all.There are several large wicker boxes on the west yard, which are very eye-catching.

The bearded man walked over and opened those boxes one by one.

The box was full of feathers.Gray goose feathers, silver-blue magpie feathers, snow-white swan feathers and crane feathers, and of course the kingfisher's emerald feathers...these feathers are neatly arranged according to their colors.

The last box was almost empty, and there was only one piece of clothing inside. Yan Yin recognized it at a glance, and it was the one she gave Jin Lang back then.

Yan Yin walked over and picked up the dress.Perhaps it was because Jin Lang grew up too fast, and the clothes became smaller after not wearing them for a long time, so they looked very new, and the rough stitches on the belt could be clearly seen, it was still Agu's masterpiece...

Yan Yin couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and suddenly heard a click, and something fell out of the clothes.Yan Yin lowered her head to look, and saw that it was the glass with amber sprinkled with gold...

"Mr. Saburo..."

Qing Bo's call brought Yan Yin back from the memories, and a wry smile froze on her face.

Those feathers were all made into that feather coat, and I wore it back to Yanjing. This land of Kang's Longxing was turned into ashes in that sandstorm, dust to dust, dust to dust, it can be regarded as... ...Replacing Jin Lang and Falling Leaves to return to the roots?This place is neither too south nor too north, neither too cold nor too hot. The souls of those birds should also be happy, right?

Speaking of which, Jin Lang, like his eldest brother, sank in the lake and never came up again...

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