Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

In the tenth year of Xingjia, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Dingxi Palace.

"My lord, look at how many people I found for you this time..."

Pei Xiangyun, who was full of hostility, sat behind the table without saying a word.

The few people kneeling at the table kept their heads down when they heard the words, for fear that they would become the target of the King of Hades' anger.

"The one in the middle, you look up."

Pei Xiangyun's voice sounded coldly, and the young man kneeling in the middle raised his head tremblingly in fright, his eyes were full of fear pretending to be calm.

"Your eyes are just like his."

As if it was affirmed, the old slave who stood by was relieved.

"Take the rest out."

It seemed that because he finally found someone he liked, Pei Xiangyun was extraordinarily gentle today, and he waved his hand to let the old slave dismiss the rest.

Only the selected young man and Pei Xiangyun were left in the room.

The young man swallowed, his knees hurting from kneeling on the stone bricks.

He had already heard about the man in front of him.

In the early years when Dayan was not subjugated, he served as a lieutenant general in Longxi.Later, for unknown reasons, they defected to the enemy and handed over the Longxi army to King Wusi, so the commander of the Wusi army drove straight in and captured half of Dayan in one fell swoop.

And then, he married his teacher in spite of the world, and killed him with his own hands.

He couldn't help raising his head, and glanced at Pei Xiangyun quietly.

"What are you looking at?" Pei Xiangyun said suddenly, "Sit here."

The young man gathered himself together, obediently got up and sat beside him.

Pei Xiangyun stroked the chess pieces on the table: "What's your name?"

"Go back to the prince, Caomin Jiang Shuci."

"My surname is Jiang... my surname is Jiang."

Pei Xiangyun seemed to smile, and poured him a cup of hot tea: "Can you play chess?"

The young man named Jiang Shuci was stunned for a moment, and said nervously, "No, no."

"It's not right."

Pei Xiangyun lightly threw the chess piece into the chess basket, and his voice was unusually gentle: "He is good at calligraphy and painting, and when he played a piece on the huqin in the camp during the New Year, he provoked several brats to follow behind him every day. Turning around, but I can't play chess by nature, and I can be killed every time by the old guy surnamed Zhang, and my chess face will collapse as soon as I am killed, so cute."

Jiang Shuci listened in horror to the people in front of him reminiscing about time gone by, so he could only say "hmm" dryly to show his respect for still listening.

"Later, I deliberately begged him to teach me how to play chess, just to get him to say "bastard" and "stupid" when he was sullen. Pei Xiangyun took a sip of tea, and threw a blanket on Jiang Shuci, "I've been willing to make him angry since I was a child, am I annoying?" "

"My lord, you are young and mischievous, why would you hate him?"

Jiang Shuci stumbled for a long time, and for the sake of his own head, he decided to flatter others to make him happy.

Pei Xiangyun paused while holding the teacup, and then continued: "If he could speak half as well as you, we wouldn't end up like this."

After listening for a long time, Jiang Shuci seemed to understand something.

Yan Wang, surnamed Pei, was probably talking about some of his bitter love history.

So he half-understood, boldly said: "That's why Cao Min thinks that if two people love each other, they will definitely, and they must clear up the misunderstanding."

Pei Xiangyun chuckled: "In love? We don't love each other."

Jiang Shuci was completely dumbfounded: "Then, that is..."

"I hate him, and he hates me. He is inextricably linked to the death of my parents. I ruined his original life. We... have different paths."

"But what about the different ways?" Pei Xiangyun didn't know who he was talking to, "I was thinking about the different ways and the different ways. Even if the king of heaven came to ask for someone, I could kill him one by one and go to the Nine Heavens to rob him return."

Perhaps the story he told was so outrageous that even the storytellers in the teahouse dared not write it in their notebooks, but Jiang Shuci still listened to it with gusto: "What happened later?"

The tea cup tapped lightly on the bone china saucer, making a crisp sound, which was very clear in the quiet room.

"I can stop others from taking him away..." Pei Xiangyun said softly, "But he wanted to go on his own, and I couldn't stop him from going by himself. What can I do?"

Jiang Shuci sighed and suddenly felt that this King Dingxi was very pitiful.

We have all the glory and wealth, but only the people who care the most can't keep it.

"It's okay, those who want to leave can't be stopped, and those who want to come back will naturally..."

"You said that when a country fell, the surviving officials went to assist the new king. Is that wrong?"

Jiang Shuci was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "The grass people think that good birds choose trees to live in, and the prince's opinion is no problem."

Pei Xiangyun was silent for a long time without speaking.

The two of them sat there silently, Jiang Shuci could even hear the sound of snow melting from the eaves and dripping water.

Finally, Pei Xiangyun said, "So you are not him."

"Today is the day he is leaving. I just want to talk to someone. If I scare you, I'm sorry..." Pei Xiangyun covered his lips, coughed a few times, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his lips without changing his expression, " Seeing your eyes, I thought he was coming back to find me."

"But how is it possible? He is so proud, it is impossible for him to bow his head first."

The old slave said softly before: "My lord is not feeling well, you should..."

Jiang Shuci is used to observing words and expressions: "Caomin will leave first, and come to see the prince in a few days."

Pei Xiangyun sat quietly behind the table, neither saying good nor bad, just silently watching Jiang Shuci's back as he left, until it was covered by the heavy snow.

The servants around him withdrew, leaving only the old slave.

"My lord, it's getting cold..." The old slave handed the tea to Pei Xiangyun, "Drink some tea to warm up."

Only then did Pei Xiangyun come back to his senses, took a sip from the teacup, and suddenly said: "I feel more and more uncomfortable these days, is it true that this king...is it okay?"

The old slave was expressionless, and said like he was reciting: "Your Majesty has the appearance of heaven and man, and the blessing of being equal to all people. How can you say such things in your prime? I'm afraid it's just common typhoid fever. It will be better if the snow doesn't fall for a few days."

Pei Xiangyun covered his mouth and coughed softly: "It's good to be dead, Zuo Zuo's life is boring, and it doesn't feel like being alive."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and said softly: "What's more, if he lives for too long, he forgets the king over there, what should he do?"

The old slave asked in a low voice: "Was the prince talking about Mr. Jiang?"

"I'm afraid I'm the only one who still remembers him in this world."

Pei Xiangyun gathered the cloak around his body, walked slowly to the window, and reached out to catch the falling snow: "If the king is gone, who else will remember him?"

"My lord..."

Pei Xiangyun looked back: "For so many years, this king has been thinking about why Master died for the country, but this king can't figure out why."

The old slave was at a loss for words for a while: "I don't understand either."

"This king can't figure it out. Isn't it good to be alive? Why did he have the heart to leave this king alone and go away alone? The life of rich clothes, fine food, fragrant tents and soft couch is not much better than eating sand in Longxi, but why doesn't he want it? Why wouldn't he?"

As Pei Xiangyun spoke, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and the hand that was hanging by his side clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.

"After today, it will be a full ten years."

"He left me for ten years and wanted me to live well. He even came to my dream and told me why."

-

On the night before New Year's Eve, the city is brightly lit.

Panting, Pei Xiangyun climbed up a hill on the snow and walked slowly to a tree.

The location of Yandu is not good. Every year, the flowers bloom late and wither early, so delicate flowers like peach trees cannot be kept alive.

But in the second year after Jiang Yi left, Pei Xiangyun accidentally found a few peach trees on this hill that seemed to depend on each other, and hurriedly sent someone to move Jiang Yi's coffin over and bury him under the tree.

On the New Year's Eve ten years ago, Pei Xiangyun had a dispute with the emperor for the first time, and directly rejected his order to go north to crusade against Jingzhou.

Lord Wu Si was so angry that he took away his military power, and gave him the idle position of "King of Dingxi" in order to block the mouths of the world, which meant to pacify the king of Longxi.

With this ironic title, he knelt in Jiang Yi's mourning hall without eating or drinking for five days, until he passed out due to hunger and cold and was helped out.

In a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the snowy night when he just escaped from Wusi. He was suffering from hunger and cold, but the person he loved so much would not show up and take him back to the tent to take care of him.

The day of Jiang Yi's burial was a rare snow day in Yandu. There was silence inside and outside the mansion, and everyone dared not make a sound, for fear of offending Pei Xiangyun.

He could not kneel in front of the coffin, and the person in charge of the funeral beside him whispered: "My lord, it's time."

"Let me see him one more time..." he pleaded, "Let me see him one more time."

The funeral bearer couldn't help it, so he sighed and turned away with the people.

The ever-burning lamp was dimly on, as if the compassionate eyes of the Bodhisattva were quietly looking at the world of suffering.Pei Xiangyun took a deep breath before he dared to slowly raise his head to look at the person lying in the coffin.

Kneeling here for five days, he didn't dare to raise his head for a day.

The funeral master cleverly chose a robe with a high collar, which happened to cover the horrible blood hole on the neck of the corpse.

Pei Xiangyun lowered his eyes subconsciously, not daring to look at him again.

But if you don't look at it now, you will never see it again in this life.

The face of that person is no different from the former Lili, as if he fell asleep sleepily in a leisurely afternoon, his expression is not gloomy compared to those days when he stayed in the mansion, but a little more relaxed, as if the person who died was pressed on his heart The burden was finally lifted.

Pei Xiangyun looked at him silently for a while, then gently took his hand into his palm.When he touched a piece of lifeless ice, he seemed to realize that——

The person who loved me the most in the world is really gone.

Pei Xiangyun bit his lip, and there was a tearing wail in his chest. The tears that he had endured for a long time rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, and a dark color spread on the man's skirt.

He got up and put a last kiss on the teacher's forehead.

The sound of suona cut through the snow curtain, pierced through the howling north wind, and resounded through the streets and alleys.

Pei Xiangyun followed the funeral procession, his eyes were fixed on the coffin, but his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Jiang Yi's belongings had been burned when he committed suicide, but it was too late for Pei Xiangyun to regret it.

Otherwise, every time I think about that person, I have to travel half of the capital to come to the mountain to talk to this tombstone.

He didn't think it was cold either, he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and gently stretched out his hand to stroke the snow on the stone tablet: "Master, I'm coming to see you again."

The six characters "My Master Jiang Yi's Tomb" stand alone on the stele, resembling the tall and tall man.

Trembling, Pei Xiangyun took out a stack of papers from his pocket, took out one of them, rubbed the flint and lit it.

The paper full of words was slowly burned into a piece of ashes in the air, and it fell on the snow and was swept away by the wind.

"I went to Xiangzhou again this year. I still wanted to see peach blossoms, but I didn't choose the right day. It rained for three consecutive days."

"Every time I go to Xiangzhou, the days are wrong. Either the peach blossoms haven't bloomed or have already withered, or the weather is bad, and the petals are knocked down and fell into the water. I can't see anything..."

He rested his head on the stone tablet, and seemed to be whispering, "Master, do you mean that Taohua is also angry and doesn't want to come to see me? Back then, the emperor burned Xiangzhou to nothing. It's a little uncomfortable."

"But I don't know why."

As he spoke, he took out a second piece of paper, polished it with flint and burned it.

"This is a letter I wrote to you this year. I can't hold the pen steadily. The handwriting is too ugly. Master, please take care of me. If I meet again in the next life, and you teach me how to write, I will definitely obey you."

There was a sudden tightness in his chest, Pei Xiangyun only felt itchy in his throat, and then warm liquid overflowed from his mouth.

He hurriedly moved back, afraid that his blood would stain the grass, trees, and even a grain of sand in front of Jiang Yi's tomb.

A few years ago, he only had occasional headaches and heart palpitations, but this year he had chest tightness and vomiting blood from time to time.

So he really is going to die, right?

Thinking of this, Pei Xiangyun was suddenly a little happy.

Without Jiang Yi in this world, he couldn't stay here for a day.

After the blood from his mouth and nose was wiped dry, he moved back and quietly leaned against Jiang Yi's tombstone, looking at the lights of Wanjia down the mountain.

Jiang Yi has been away for ten years, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep. Most of the time, he kept his eyes open and looked at the dark night, and he didn't close his eyes until it was almost early morning to sleep for a while.

But now, leaning on that man's tombstone, it feels like returning to the time when he was young and lived in the Longxi military camp for no reason.

The winter in Longxi was very cold, and the wind blew ruthlessly, causing headaches. At night, he would sneak into Jiang Yi's tent, insisting that his master would hug him to sleep.

Although Jiang Yi always looked disgusted and displeased, he still held him in his arms in the end, unwilling to drive him out.

Pei Xiangyun's mouth and nose started to bleed again, this time even more than before.

He deliberately didn't let his blood stain Jiang Yi's stele, but his body was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger.

"Master..." Pei Xiangyun pressed his lips against the stele, "I miss you so much."

"I was wrong, don't want me."

He slowly closed his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips, as if he had returned to a sunny spring day in his memory, outside the Longxi military camp, there were teenagers chasing each other on horseback.

Jiang Yi was in a good mood that day, starting with cinnabar, he drew half of a glowing peach blossom on the rice paper.

The still young Pei Xiangyun came back from gun practice, covered in sweat, and threw himself at him, which made his hands tremble, adding blackness to the perfect peach blossom.

Jiang Yi's face turned cold immediately: "What are you going to do? Are there any rules?"

Pei Xiangyun didn't know what he was angry with, so he raised his head ignorantly, looked at his master's frowning eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to caress: "Why is master angry?"

Jiang Yi looked into his eyes, sighed, and pushed him off his body: "Stand there and don't move."

Pei Xiangyun didn't know what he was going to do, so he stood obediently not far from the table, watching the master change the pen and outline a portrait along the black line.

It was a handsome young man with a silver gun on his back, dressed in light armor, looking back among the peach blossoms.

I don't know who the boy was looking at, with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

"Master, why do you like peach blossoms?"

"Because my family is in Xiangzhou, every spring is the season of peach blossoms."

Pei Xiangyun immediately became dissatisfied: "The dog emperor of Dayan still asked you to come to Longxi. Is Longxi far from Xiangzhou? Did he make things difficult for you on purpose?"

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but interjected again: "Master, don't work for that dog emperor anymore, you follow me, we will live in Xiangzhou, and we can see peach blossoms every year."

Jiang Yi glanced at him: "Be cautious in your words and deeds, children understand what they know."

Pei Xiangyun puffed out his chest, a little unhappy: "I'm not a child anymore, Master."

"Yeah, okay, okay, you're not."

Jiang Yi responded perfunctorily and finished the last stroke.

"Master, you are so far away from Xiangzhou, will you be sad and homesick?"

"Think about it, but..."

Jiang Yi hung his pen on the pen stand: "This is my hometown where my heart is at ease. There are people and things I care about here, so I don't think so much."

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand when you grow up."

"Then why did the master draw a disciple in the peach blossom?" Pei Xiangyun was inexplicably happy when he saw the face of the person in the painting, which was almost like his own. "The disciple has never been to Xiangzhou."

Jiang Yi looked at him like a puppy wagging his tail begging for a reward, lowered his eyes, suppressed the tenderness in his eyes, and did not speak.

Last year in this door today, the face of peach blossoms in red.

He just felt that if he had the opportunity to bring Pei Xiangyun back to Xiangzhou, the handsome young man standing among the peach blossoms would definitely look good.

It's just that they didn't know at that time that neither of them had waited for the day when the peach blossoms in Xiangzhou would bloom again.

……

People die like lights go out.

The dream about youth and the peach blossoms in the dream were slowly blown away by weathering, and disappeared in Xingjia's ten-year heavy snow.

Pei Xiangyun leaned on the stone tablet with peaceful eyes, as if he had a good dream.

In the dream, there may be Longxi, there may be the peach blossoms in Xiangzhou, and there may be a young man riding a horse in April, enjoying the fragrance.

Heavy snow covered Pei Xiangyun's body like a quilt, and gradually hid him tightly underneath, forming a snow bag.

A small golden bug drilled a small hole in the snow bag, flapped its wings, and flew towards the brightly lit palace.

A cluster of fireworks suddenly rose from the city and exploded in the night.

The last night of the ten-year Xingjia also passed.

The author says:

At that time, the young man also had a smile on his face, and he had never become such an abominable appearance.

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