Peach wood

Just after leaving the gate of Hades, Shuhuai was forced back by the oncoming heavy rain, Mo Yun followed behind him, and was knocked back a step, holding onto the wall to stand still.Wanzhu catches up panting, and throws the water-repellent beads to them after a distance, Mo Yun quickly catches them, but when he looks outside, Silin is nowhere to be seen.

Although Silin was gone, the golden thread wrapped around the emerald cup was still tightly stretched, and he could use it to lead the way and find the trace of Silin.Shu Huai grabbed Mo Yun's hand, lowered his head and rushed into the rainstorm.It is rare to see such a heavy rain in the north. It is really terrifying. Under its shadow, everything is shrouded in darkness and its outlines are blurred. What's more, it is accompanied by a cold wind. The next autumn rain will be It's even cooler, if you wear thin clothes, I'm afraid it will be blown through by the wind, turning into a dead leaf, shivering in the wind.

It's cold on the street outside, but it's actually colder inside the palace, and it's the coldest in an empty palace.Panting, Yan Lingxi hid in the corner of the big bed, her eyes closed tightly and she dared not open them.The bed curtains were put down, and countless twisted shadows appeared on them, and the bloody smell entered Yanlingxi's nostrils one after another. He leaned back, feeling that the smell was getting closer, and he was about to It stuck to his face.

People say that the palace is safe, but in fact the palace is not so safe.People who died among the people may be able to find out the cause of death and set up a stone tablet, but most of the people who died in the palace died quietly, without even leaving their names. The cause of death is even more unknown.These nameless dead may lie at the bottom of the river in the imperial garden, or may sleep under the old trees, and some are hidden in the place where the living live, sleeping with the living every night.

On a night of heavy rain, there is an eerie atmosphere everywhere in the palace. No one would choose to go out at this time, unless he was going to kill someone.There are not many palace people who died on rainy nights, and their wronged souls wandered in the palace, and when they caught someone, they would cry, and after crying, they would go mad.

Yan Lingxi tightly covered his ears, not to listen to those shrill cries, the lightning struck down one after another, making his cheeks pale, and the rolling thunder kept exploding, he couldn't bear to hear every sound. I can't help but take a deep breath.He knew that he was born with a weak physique, but he never thought that one day he would run into a ghost who wanted his life because of his weak constitution.

People often say that if you don’t do bad things in normal times, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night-but ghosts don’t care whether you have done bad things or not. If ghosts want to kill, they simply want to kill.They are not chivalrous people, and they don't play the game of robbing the rich and helping the poor, or eliminating harm for the people. What they do is just to satisfy themselves.

Injustice has a head and a debtor, it stands to reason that Yan Lingxi has never harmed anyone, and no one can blame him, but the ghosts don't think so, they died at the hands of the royal family, so they will never let him go Any royal descendant.

Silin went out during the day, and it was already night, and he still hadn't come back, Yan Lingxi felt flustered inexplicably.He was very scared, afraid that he would be abandoned again, that Silin treated him too well for no reason, and he didn't deserve others to treat him well.

Ten-year-old boy, what is going on in his mind?

Now Yan Lingxi can answer this question.

He is afraid of death, but he wants to die, because after death, he no longer has to worry about how to live, and all the terrible, lovely, and hateful things are far away from him.

But there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, he longed for someone to help him before he fell, even though he knew that the situation was very serious now, and no one could save him anymore.

The screaming and wailing of the ghost was getting closer and closer, the cold wind lifted the bed curtain, and the blood rained down, and the blood splashed in the corner of the little emperor's eyes, at first glance it looked like weeping blood.The white bones protruded from the gaps in the bed curtains, and slowly climbed onto Yanlingxi's bed with the smell of soil and rotten smell.

This is someone's unrotten corpse, Yan Lingxi doesn't know the slightest bit.In the past ten years, apart from studying and writing in the East Palace, he just lay on the bed and hung his breath on the medicine jar. He didn't even care about protecting his own life, so how could he plot against others?The ghost sought revenge from him, in fact, he was venting his grievances. Maybe he was able to survive in the past because he borrowed his lifespan from the gods, and now it's time for him to repay them one by one.

After a person dies, the nails can still grow, and the bone's nails are sharp and long, embedded in Yanlingxi's flesh.Under the severe pain, he opened his eyes suddenly, and just saw a half-rotted head, the carrion on it would not fall off, it was covered with dirt and grass leaves, and it was extremely disgusting.

Yan Lingxi didn't dare to show his breath, and could only watch helplessly as the head approached with a grinning grin. A long tongue stuck out from the corpse's mouth, sticky as if it wanted to lick his face.

"Go away!" The young man's angry voice sounded outside the tent, the dead body was pulled away from Yan Lingxi's side by a force, and then it fell heavily on the ground, howling terribly.

It didn't last long before its head was cut off by a sword, and the whole dead body turned into green smoke and got into the sword.

"I'm late." Silin wiped off the blood from the corners of Yan Lingxi's eyes, he was extremely careful, lest these unclean things hurt his little Majesty.His face now is different from before, but Yan Lingxi can still recognize him, the little emperor took a few deep breaths, plunged into his arms, trembling even more, but it was because of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. joy.

If he was one step later, he would die in this deserted palace.The powerful officials were fighting happily by themselves, and had no time to care about his life and death. If he died, maybe no one would find him dead until his body turned into bones.

This way of dying was too cruel and lonely, he didn't want himself to die so lonely.

Having this kind of thought means that he hasn't seen it through yet.After a person dies, he never sees anything before he was alive. After drinking Meng Po soup and crossing the Naihe Bridge, who remembers whether he is alone or not?Only the living have all kinds of worries, all emotions, all emotions, have nothing to do with the dead.

But why does he have to see through?He has only lived for 16 years. Life is too short for him to see through it.

It will take a little more time for him to figure out some truths.

"Don't be afraid." Silin patted Yan Lingxi's back lightly, like putting a sick child to sleep, Yan Lingxi hugged his waist tightly, not letting him go away.

This made Shuhuai feel troubled, he could see that the little emperor was very dependent on Silin, but Lord Ming had a destiny, he couldn't let Silin run away, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't take Silin back this time, what the other party would do next what.

What to do, Shuhuai already had a rough outline in his heart, but he was afraid that he would not be able to explain it to Mingjun, so he was still reluctant to act.Mo Yun glanced at him, seemed to guess what he was thinking, then leaned into his ear and whispered: "Do whatever you want, I will protect you."

"He will scold you together later on." Shuhuai said this, but his body moved, and he patted Silin on the shoulder lightly.

Silin was busy comforting the little emperor and didn't look back, but Shuhuai knew that he was waiting for him to speak, so he said: "You stay in the palace first, and I will come to you later."

This time he no longer emphasized that Silin is not allowed to escape, with this little emperor around, it is impossible for Silin to escape, but keeping Silin in the palace can not only ensure that ordinary people will not be harmed, but also tie him tightly, It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Shuhuai didn't force Silin to let go and go back with him, Silin was naturally very grateful, at the moment Yanlingxi couldn't leave people around, if he left, there might be some dirty things entangled with this child.Since he promised to protect Yan Lingxi comprehensively, he will not regret it in this life. He still has a conscience and credibility, and will fulfill his promise, no matter how difficult it is to realize.

At this moment, Silin suddenly understood that he was just trying to protect someone who needed protection in the storm.Prime Minister Yan was his obsession, and it was his regret not being able to keep Prime Minister Yan, and Yan Lingxi in front of him was still alive, this living child replaced the dead Prime Minister Yan, and became an indispensable part of his heart, he It doesn't really matter whether the person he wants to protect is Prime Minister Yan, because he just wants to protect someone.

"Where did you go?" The boy's arms tightly wrapped around his waist, with such strength that it seemed as if they wanted to fuse their two bodies into one.Silin's right hand slipped down, coaxing softly: "Let go first."

"Going again?" Yan Lingxi was very sensitive to this, but he also felt Silin's discomfort, and his arms relaxed a lot.He looked up at the young man in front of him, his eyes full of fear.The shock was obviously not over yet, Silin was at a loss and couldn't speak for a while, so he could only hug him into his arms as a comfort.Their heartbeats overlapped and their breathing intertwined. After a long while, Yan Lingxi finally calmed down.

Shu Huai had been standing outside the tent, seeing that the little emperor was in a calm mood, he took the initiative to step forward and explained everything to him in detail.These things were beyond Yan Lingxi's comprehension, he stared blankly at Shu Huai, and suddenly asked a very silly question: "The Underworld...can I follow?"

He still doesn't realize that he is the new emperor, let alone remember that he was the prince. He has forgotten all about "Bengong" and "Zhen". At this moment, he is just a 16-year-old boy, A poor child who just escaped from a ghost.

Of course the living cannot enter the Hades, and when Silin goes to the Hades, Yan Lingxi has to stay in the palace.Shuhuai asked Mo Yun to sit with the little emperor, and dragged Silin outside, one person and one monster talked to the sound of rain and thunder, Mo Yun listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Not long after, Silin came back, with complicated expressions on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.Yan Lingxi looked at him anxiously, but he still didn't say a word.

Standing outside, Shu Huai hooked his fingers at Mo Yun, apparently planning to go back to Hades to be scolded by Yan Qingran.

Mingjun is worthy of being a prime minister, and he can support a big boat in his stomach, not just one or two.Shuhuai talked to him for a long time, while Mo Yun was listening, always feeling that he was about to slap the table and get up and hit someone, but he just sat there with no expression on his face.In the end, he only threw a sentence to Shuhuai, "At your own risk", then got up and led the ghost messenger to the room where Yan Hengrui was imprisoned.

When he went to tell Yan Hengrui what to say, Shuhuai was not curious, nor did he dare to be curious, so he just dragged Mo Yun to slip away.Mingjun's attitude must be in a bad mood. He didn't have the guts to follow Mingjun to see the culprit at this time.

Shuhuai has seen how badly Yan Hengrui scolded people today, who knows why a person who used to be an emperor can scold others so rudely.Every word and every word was accusing Yan Qingran of having a bad moral character, and the deep meaning in it was a kind of blasphemy against Mingjun.

Wan Zhu missed a major event, felt guilty, and was hiding in the room, covering her face and sighing.Xue Yi sat across from her, and chatted with her one sentence at a time, talking about Yan Hengrui's affairs back then.

What did Yan Hengrui do back then?At that time, he was only sixteen, his foundation was weak, and the real power was not in his hands. It was Prime Minister Yan who helped him gain a firm foothold.Prime Minister Yan was loyal to the country and the king all his life, but just seven years later, the jade cup containing fine wine was placed on the table in front of Prime Minister Yan, and it was full of poison.Yan Hengrui finally couldn't stand him anymore, the birds were gone, this bow was no longer needed, it was time to break it.

Although Prime Minister Yan has deep feelings for his majesty, he will never admit that he committed a crime. He is unwilling to die with injustice, and he is unwilling to drink that glass of poisoned wine.

If he didn't drink, the emperor became angry, so there was a bloody execution ground, there were ghosts staring blankly at his dead body in the sun, there were ghost messengers who came to fetch him, and all of this happened today.

"Go, go, don't listen, children, what are you doing listening to this?" Shuhuai didn't want Xueyi to feel how ugly people's hearts are, so he assumed the posture of a brother and wanted to drive her outside to play.As a result, Xue Yi learned from Wan Zhu more and more stubbornly, and even put his hips on his hips and retorted to his elder brother: "I have lived for more than 800 years, so I am not young!"

"You live for 800 years. I'm your elder brother. I said you are fifteen and you are fifteen! You are such a child, why don't you learn well all day long!" Shuhuai was anxious, picked up his sister, and threw it to him. Seeing Gong Fei who happened to pass by the door, she closed the door casually, wanting to have a talk with Wan Zhu.Xue Yi curled her lips, then turned her head and started talking happily to Gong Fei again. I don't know why she always has so many happy things to talk about every day.

Mo Yun looked at their backs as they went away, and fell silent for a moment. They were both fifteen or sixteen years old. How could Xue Yi, who died young, live so happily, while Yan Lingxi, who was still alive, was lifeless?Is it the different growth environment that caused their personality differences?It is really miserable for a good child to live like that.

The little demon king recalled those empty eyes, there was no agility in them at all, except for the darkness.

Only when she saw Silin appearing, did Yan Lingxi's eyes shine.

When sitting alone in the room with Yan Lingxi, in order to ease the atmosphere, he once asked about the relationship between the other party and Silin, and Yan Lingxi's answer was very intriguing: "It's just for use."

Really just use it?

What Mo Yun didn't know was that Shuhuai also asked Si Lin the same question outside, and got the same answer.

But is it really just using it?

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