Peach wood

Yanlingxi really lived like a transparent person, the emperor's residence should not be so barren, but when Shuhuai stepped into the place, he was surprised to find that there was a lock on the gate, and all the bustling noise was isolated by it Outside the thick door.I don't know who hung this lock here, and it was stained with rust, and it rubbed all over my hands after touching it.Shuhuai looked up at the high wall, thoughtful.

Although the Empress Dowager left Yan Lingxi here, she still had to miss her own son to some extent. Shuhuai thought it was unlikely that someone from the Empress Dowager had hung this lock, but who it is, can't be rashly released now. conclusion.

There are not too many people who can enter and leave the imperial palace, and commoners are not allowed to enter here for life. Shuhuai has never entered the palace in his life. He always feels that the palace is full of gloomy air-conditioning, and ghosts lurk in the corners. Maybe the palace man standing at a certain corner is actually the incarnation of a ghost, and when he turned his head, there was a distorted face.In his life, he has a rich imagination, where there is nothing, but when it comes to his mouth, it suddenly becomes a place where ghosts grow. Changqing was influenced by him, trembling all the way, scanning the surroundings constantly, and the atmosphere was also disturbed. dare not come out.

Fortunately, there was no one here at Yanlingxi, otherwise they would have to hide and hide when they came in, it would be very uncomfortable to think about it.Shu Huai thumped his shoulders, sat on the stone steps and looked at the fallen leaves all over the ground.A lot of leaves have piled up here, and no one has come to clean it up. Probably since Yan Lingxi moved here until today, no one has ever entered here except himself and Silin.

Quietness is actually a good thing, but it ceases to be such a good thing when one doesn't need it.What Yan Lingxi is most looking forward to now is obviously not a piece of silence, he needs someone to walk around, only the breath of a living person can make him feel that he has not died.

In an environment that is almost isolated from the world, it is easy for people to lose sight of the year, month and day.Every morning when Yan Lingxi wakes up, he always wonders if he has slept through the whole day, and whenever this happens, he will say the first sentence to Silin: "What day is it now?"

After Silin answered, the second question came immediately: "What time is it?"

There is a third sentence at the end: "How long have I been asleep?"

Fifteen characters, three sentences.According to the usual practice, after asking these questions, Yanlingxi's day will begin.

It's quiet and boring here. Shuhuai sits in the yard, standing up and walking around from time to time to express his inner depression, while Mo Yun turns into a little black dog, sleeping lazily in the haystack, with his tail flicking from time to time. Shake to repel annoying little flying insects.Changqing also wanted to transform back into a dragon body, but his size was too large, and his concealment was extremely poor, so he was easily seen by palace people from other places, so Shuhuai told him to be patient for now, and when he returned to Beihai, he would become a dragon. Cheng Daheilong had enough fun in front of his house.

Changqing sighed, climbed up the big bare tree in the courtyard, and hung on the trunk.He couldn't figure out why Shuhuai didn't bring Fengyi and Gong Fei here. Since the incident of Silin, he had rarely seen Fengyi, and the whereabouts of the bird demon was also a mystery. These two guys are looking for a place to be lazy.

The more Heilong thought about it, the more indignant he became. After a while, he finally couldn't help it, and whispered to the tree: "Second Brother, Second Brother, Second Brother."

He yelled three times in a row, and the squeaks and squeaks were very annoying, like a big cicada hanging on a tree.The little black dog lying in the grass opened his eyes and looked at Chang Qing, as if warning him to shut up.Chang Qingquan pretended not to see it, and wanted to sue Shuhuai with all his heart: "Second brother, why didn't that bird come over?"

"I asked her to keep an eye on Fengyi. If you want to do things for her, it's fine, just in case Fengyi will hit you." Shuhuai replied casually, squatting on the ground to look at those colorful pebbles.

"Second brother, you want to stare at him, why don't you bring him here too? It's better to observe closely." Changqing became very interested in the pile of stones that Shuhuai was looking at, so he asked , while carefully climbing down from the tree.The little black dog shook his head, thinking that this silly dragon is not like a cicada now, but a big clumsy squirrel.

This kind of colorful pebbles can be seen everywhere in the human world, neither rare nor expensive. The reason why it can attract Shuhuai's attention is because of the very special pattern it puts on.The graphic book pocket looked familiar, and it took a while before I recalled that it seemed to be the pattern on the jade cup.Thinking of this, Shuhuai couldn't help standing up, and glanced into the room through the window. The cup was placed on Yanlingxi's table, and the gold thread wrapped around it was shining brightly under the sunlight.

In addition to reading and writing, Yan Lingxi's daily activities are reading and writing. He doesn't like to eat or talk very much, as if he can get full by drinking water alone.Shuhuai stared at him for a while, thinking that in his previous life he might have been a little fairy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, but in this life he just continued the "excellent tradition" of the past.

Silin noticed that Shuhuai was looking at them, but when he raised his head, Shuhuai had already turned his face away.He patted Yan Lingxi on the shoulder twice, wanting to go to the window and ask Shu Huaifang what he wanted to do, but before he could go over, Yan Lingxi suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back, as if he was afraid What did he find.

"You hid something there?" Seeing his guilty conscience, Silin thought it was funny, and even wanted to find out, Yan Lingxi got up from the chair in a hurry, and closed the window before Silin.

His demeanor made Shuhuai ascertain who piled up the pattern. It is really strange to say that Silin and the little emperor are inseparable. How did the latter avoid Silin's sight and place it here with stones? Out of such a graphic?Why did he do this?

Young people can't figure out their minds. Many of their actions contain rich emotions, but outsiders can't see what kind of emotions they are.Thinking about it this way, Shuhuai suddenly realized that he didn't live like a teenager in the past. This is probably the so-called Qingsi still growing old at heart. It is not scary to be old, but the most terrible thing is to be old at heart.Shuhuai couldn't help but put his hand on his chest, wanting to hear if the heart was still beating vigorously.

Changqing owed his hand, and at this moment he reached out to touch those small stones, wanting to pick up the most beautiful one and take it away for fun, Shuhuai suspected that he was messing with other people's things, so he patted him on the back of the hand immediately.The black dragon yelled and put the stone back in place full of grievances. The little black dog in the haystack opened its mouth wide and yawned. At first glance, it looked like it was laughing at the silly dragon.

16-year-old children are full of thoughts, and they hide a lot of words in their hearts, and once they hide them, they hide them for a lifetime.Shu Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that Yan Lingxi's thoughts were not so hard to guess, and if he looked back and looked for more details, he might be able to see through him and understand the words hidden in his heart.

Maybe those words are more about Silin.The relationship between the two of them is too weird, so weird that it is difficult to use a specific vocabulary to describe it. For the first time in his life, Shuhuai felt how lacking his own language is. Maybe he should ask the ghosts for advice and learn more. It's never bad.

Today Yan Lingxi was so strange that he didn't even eat any food, and just pulled Silin and refused to let him go, but the two of them sat facing each other, and the little emperor didn't say anything, which made Silin at a loss what to do.He didn't know what Yan Lingxi was thinking, and Yan Lingxi didn't intend to let him know.

But if they don't understand each other's thoughts, the communication cannot continue. Silin is very helpless. She tried to speak a few times, but she gave up because she couldn't find a topic.He smiled wryly in his heart, thinking that children are really difficult to take care of. Why did he go wrong and think that such a boring gourd is similar to Prime Minister Yan?

In the final analysis, I am afraid it is because of those eyes.

There is a class of people in this world, even though they have experienced many injustices and endured many hardships silently, their eyes are clear, not covered with dust, not stained with blood.Prime Minister Yan is like this, so is Yan Lingxi, they seem to have never learned to hate, they can only love, not hate.

Mingjun didn't resent Yan Hengrui, Yan Lingxi didn't resent the former emperor, let alone his mother, they couldn't find even a reason to hate.

Silin coughed softly, for some reason, sitting in front of Yan Lingxi, he felt ashamed of himself.He looked away, Yan Lingxi blinked, puzzled by his behavior: "What's wrong with you?"

"Someone is here." Silin was about to speak, but suddenly heard a human voice, opened the window to look, but saw that the door was empty, and the three guys had already hid at some point, and they didn't even remind him one time.

Yan Lingxi hadn't recovered yet, the words hit his ears, and he couldn't understand what it meant.He watched Silin's figure disappear in front of him, and the boundless darkness overwhelmed him again. Ghost whispers sounded in his ears again, and his mind went blank.Surrounded by great fear, he covered his ears and backed away again and again, until finally his arm hit the screen, and there was a bang, which was terribly painful.

The soreness woke him up.He took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe his face, and returned to the previous appearance of refusing people thousands of miles away. He sat back at the table numbly, staring at the door.Who will walk in from the outside?He didn't want to stand by the window to look, he just sat where he was, looking towards the main entrance, those clear water eyes seemed to be about to see through something, Silin who was hiding in the emerald cup noticed his eyes and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

No one outside had knocked on the door, and the leading woman stood in front of the door and glanced around. She glanced at the attendants beside her, and asked sharply, "The fallen leaves are all over the ground and no one has cleaned it. Why is this place so messy?!"

"Mother's Queen." Yan Lingxi recognized her voice, and his eyes became hot immediately, but there were other people around, so even if he wanted to say something, he couldn't say it here.

But don't say it now, what year and month will it be when we meet again next time?

"Emperor." Seeing that her son was awake, the Empress Dowager softened her tone, "I just passed the door, why is there a lock on it?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that something was wrong, the lock was obviously hung from the outside, presumably it was Yan Lingxi who did it, maybe there was something blind, came to harm her while she was not paying attention child.

This is her negligence.The Empress Dowager sighed heavily, and quickly changed the subject without waiting for Yan Lingxi's answer: "Those palace servants did not do their job effectively, and the emperor has been wronged."

The room fell silent for a moment, Yan Lingxi's hands were gripping the table tightly, her fingertips turned white from the pressure.He tried his best to restrain the fear in his heart, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay. The empress takes care of everything every day, so there is no need to waste your thoughts here."

After all, he still has resentment in his heart, but he is soft-hearted and can't do anything, he can only open his mouth to say a few words. At this moment, how many grievances are contained in this sentence "it doesn't matter".The Empress Dowager retracted her hand on the door panel, and she could tell that her son didn't want to see her at the moment, so she shook her head and let out a soft sigh: "Seeing that the weather is getting cold again, in a few days, Ai's family will order someone to deliver some medicine." Come, let the emperor take good care of his body."

Panacea could not heal her heart disease, Yan Lingxi heard the footsteps outside the door gradually receding, and knew that she probably would not come for a long time.

A puff of green smoke slowly floated out from the emerald jade cup, Silin licked his lips and asked: "Who is the palace man that the Queen Mother mentioned..."

"Who has seen such a palace man!" The little emperor covered his face, almost collapsed.He couldn't tell what was real and what was fake, the Queen Mother's tone didn't seem to be fake, but he never saw anyone appearing.If it wasn't for his mother to deceive him, then there must be some monsters hidden in this palace that he didn't understand, and no matter which possibility it was, it terrified him.

Layer after layer of cold sweat broke out, and Yan Lingxi was enveloped in an indescribable suffocation. Silin realized that he was not in the right state, so he hurriedly broke his hand.Yan Lingxi took a quick breath and forced herself to calm down. Looking at his face, Silin suddenly felt that he seemed very strange. That face was always wearing a mask, and he was using this mask to hide his fragility. A vulnerable heart.

On the surface it looks complete, but in fact his insides are all shattered, and after being shattered, he will never be able to put it together again in this lifetime.

Silin's throat rolled, and his heart throbbed with pain.He also discovered a difference between Yan Lingxi and Prime Minister Yan. No matter how much the latter has experienced, his ability to endure is all there, and he will not be crushed so easily, but Yan Lingxi is different, who can force it? So much suffering, such dreadful solitude for a teenager!

If he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to say it, but no matter how much he thinks about it, he just dares to think about it.

What he lacks is more than the ability to hate, what he lacks even more is the courage to confide.

In this world, it seems that no one can make him open his heart.Talking to myself for so many years has already formed a habit, and it cannot be changed overnight.

The window frame was knocked rhythmically, and Shu stood outside with the little black dog in his arms, with a blade of grass sticking to his head.I don't know where they were hiding just now, their disappearance and appearance were so sudden.

"Whether those people have come or not, there must be traces to follow. We will leave for a while, do you plan to stay here, or go with me?" Shuhuai was asking Silin, but his eyes were always on Yan On Lingxi.Hearing that he wanted to take Silin away, the little emperor raised his hand subconsciously, and gently tugged at Silin's sleeve.

"I... I'll forget it." Silin turned her head away, "When you walk in the palace, remember to avoid some people and be careful not to expose your whereabouts."

"Of course I know that." Shuhuai suddenly raised his head and shouted towards the roof, "Stop making trouble, come down!"

Chang Qing, who was nestled on top, rolled down in response, and when he jumped down, he didn't choose the right place. He stepped on the edge of the stone steps suddenly, screamed immediately, and fell indecently into the mud.

Shuhuai kicked him in disgust, and said to Silin: "Then I will leave this idiot to your care."

After getting rid of the giant brown candy in Changqing, Mo Yun was able to be alone with Shuhuai, and he was in a good mood immediately.Not long after he walked out of the palace gate, he turned back into a human body, brushed off a few leaves of grass in Shu's bosom and hair, and happily went to hold the other's hand.Shuhuai glanced at him sideways, didn't say anything, and let him hold her like this.

They hid behind the house just now and found some dark blood stains on the stone slabs, and then heard the queen mother mentioning the palace servants who were sent here, they immediately became suspicious and suspected the source of the traces under their feet.The bloodstains obviously appeared some time ago, and Silin, who is always here, has keen senses. If there is a killing between mortals, he has no reason not to be aware of it. The only explanation is that there are inhumans who are more capable than him. Killing people here silently.

Cunxue hadn't shown up for a while, and Shuhuai had always been vigilant against him. When something like this happened, Shuhuai's first reaction was that he had done something rebellious in the human world.He can do such an act of mutilating the gods, so how difficult is it to kill a few mortals?But if he really kills with his own hands, he will no longer be able to go to the Heavenly Palace, and his divine power will be gradually deprived. Such a way of seeking death will definitely not be his choice.

The palace is in a mess, who can tell how this person died and how that person died?Wherever there are people, there are fights, and where there are fights, there is much bloodshed. This truth is not false at all.

Mo Yun sniffed, and smelled a rotten smell from the air. The smell was so bad that he immediately coughed violently. The book pocket beside him was startled by him, and hurriedly patted him on the back Give him peace of mind.After coughing for a while, Mo Yun frowned, and raised his finger to a big tree not far ahead: "There is something wrong with this tree."

"Don't be another Peach Blossom Empress." As Shuhuai said, he walked towards the tree. Mo Yun grabbed his hand and followed him, for fear that the tree would suddenly grow three heads and six arms. The two of them were thrown into the sky.

However, his worry was completely superfluous, that tree was just an ordinary tree, and the peculiar smell he smelled came from underground, from a shallower position in the soil layer.Someone buried something there, Shuhuai used his toes to push aside the leaves covering the ground, and found that the blood was spreading all the way, and finally disappeared near the roots of the tree.

Sweeping the pile of unsightly leaves aside, a small bump of soil appeared in front of their eyes. Shu Huai and Mo Yun looked at each other for a moment, and started to move in unison.After a while, the things buried in the mound were dug out, and it turned out to be a few palace people. Their bodies hadn't completely decomposed, but their faces were too blurred to be recognizable.

People can eat people in the palace, Shuhuai went to the other side to observe these corpses.He found that the hands and feet of these dead bodies were twisted and bent, as if they had suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime.

There was a gust of gloomy wind here, and the back of the book was suddenly covered with white sweat. He was not afraid of demons or ghosts, but he was only afraid of corpses, especially this kind of half-rotten corpses.He began to regret that he didn't bring Wanzhu over. If Wanzhu was next to him and burned over, everything would be clean.

"Come here if you're afraid." Mo Yun saw through what he was thinking, secretly amused, "It's useless to follow Wanzhu, setting fire in the palace, thanks to your thinking."

Shuhuai looked at him helplessly, as if complaining that he didn't show face, and when he said these words, Mo Yun's expression was as usual, unwavering, he only opened his arms to Shuhuai, waiting for him to throw himself into his arms.

It was obvious that Mo Yun's prediction was correct. After struggling in his heart for a long time, Shuhuai took a step towards him, intending to hide behind him and let him clean up the pile of dead bodies.

But at this moment, from the corner of Mo Yun's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a corpse on the ground moving, and his hand that had begun to ossify suddenly raised up, tightly grasping Shuhuai's ankle, and dragged him to the ground.Shuhuai's nightmare came true, he was caught off guard by a dead object, and he froze on the spot, forgetting to draw his sword.

The five fingers of the corpse were long and thin, with sharp tips like silver needles. They shrank suddenly, leaving five blood holes in the blink of an eye.Shuhuai gasped in pain, sweat dripped from his forehead, and was about to pull out his sword with his backhand, when the corpse was kicked over suddenly.The white bones were pulled away from the skin and flesh of the book, and the cold air penetrated into the horrific wound. His face was pale, and he barely stood firm by leaning on the tree trunk next to him.A gust of wind blew over and twisted all the corpses on the ground into pieces. Mo Yun picked him up horizontally and rode the wind back to Yanlingxi's residence.This place is too evil, and there are no strange dead things that can move. There must be inhuman forces playing tricks in it.

"It's his grandma's, I want to make that broken cup lose money!" Shuhuai has always been afraid of pain, but this time there were five bloody wounds on his ankle. Enough to make him faint.He hugged Mo Yun tightly and refused to let go, kept talking about making Silin compensate him, Mo Yun felt distressed and wanted to laugh, so he pressed a kiss on his forehead as comfort.It seemed that the pain was gone, but he started to call Wan Zhu over to burn the pile of leaves. Mo Yun had no choice but to quicken his pace, and at the same time reminded: "Be quiet, there are people following."

"Just fucking want them to listen!" Shuhuai said angrily, "You bastards who hide their heads and show their tails can't even afford to lose money, they only play stalking every day!"