You can't hold any male gods [Sword III]

In a few days it will be the Chinese New Year, and the atmosphere of the new year is filled with prosperity. Uncle Wu has already returned to the other courtyard in Chang'an, and has been taking care of the seriously injured Linghushang. This is the most intensive number of injuries since Linghushang grew up. During the period of time, almost every time he had just recuperated and went out for a trip, he would get a new injury.

Uncle Wu pushed open the door and saw that Linghu Shang was sitting on the imperial concubine chair in front of the bed, staring at the ginkgo tree in the yard in a daze. His silver hair stung Uncle Wu's heart and made Uncle Wu's eyes feel astringent. , His poor young master!

"Master, it's time to drink the medicine." Uncle Wu stepped forward and handed the medicine to Linghu Shang, pulling back his lax consciousness.

Linghu Shang took the medicine bowl, drank it in a few sips, put the bowl on the stool beside him, and asked unconsciously, "Uncle Wu, what do you mean by love?"

Uncle Wu was very sad when he heard the words, no matter how good his young master is, he is still just a young man!How cruel is God to let him go through all this?

Linghu Shang murmured with a confused expression. He was buried under the wall by Wang Yifeng in the Longmen Desert that day. He thought Wang Yifeng would kill him, but in the end Wang Yifeng took his little trouble away like that. He would rather Wang Yifeng killed him.

The moment Little Trouble died, the Gu worm in his heart also died, he couldn't describe his mood and feelings at the moment Little Trouble died, he just felt that everything was meaningless anymore.

He was rescued by his adoptive father's men and brought back to Chang'an to recuperate. During this time, he often had dreams. Many times he would dream that he was married to Little Trouble. He took her to Mobei, beyond the Western Regions... I have traveled all over his previous footprints... Those dreams are so sweet that people don't want to wake up... So real that he lingers on...

The disciple of the Five Poisons Sect told him that this was the dream created for him when the Gu insect died. As time passed, he would only feel more pain... His silver hair was one of the sequelae caused by this Gu worm.

"Young master, take the pills that the Gu master prepared for you, I beg you!" Uncle Wu was very sad when he heard this, how did his once proud and powerful young master turn into such a dejected look now?It seemed that the woman's death took away all his emotions and vitality.

Linghu Shang stood up and looked at the red lanterns that had been hung up in the yard, and then he remembered that the Chinese New Year is almost here...

The ginkgo outside the window was only bare branches. He still remembered that when he brought Little Trouble home for the first time, he had picked ginkgo nuts for her to eat...

Linghu Shang closed his eyes, thinking to himself how could he forget her, can't forget, she has already taken root in his flesh and blood, no matter how he pulls it out, it will hurt deeply and bruise all over his body.

This is the most brilliant color in his life, like an addiction, let him erase all the memories of little troubles, he can't do it, and he doesn't want to do it.

"Gu Master said, if you don't eat it, it will be useless." Seeing that Linghu Shang didn't respond to him, Uncle Wu was anxious.

"Uncle Wu, I'm fine, you go down." Linghu Shang suddenly felt that he was confused just now, so he asked Uncle Wu this sentence. No one can explain emotional matters, like drinking cold water, only he knows.

Hearing this, Uncle Wu hesitated to speak, finally sighed, took the medicine bowl out, and closed the door behind him as he went out. He had watched Linghushang grow up, and he knew Linghushang's temper because he was too clear about it. , I couldn't help but want to say a few more words, and sure enough, the young master still wouldn't listen to him.

He was the only one left in the room again. As soon as Linghu Shang sat down, he saw a carrier pigeon landed on his window sill, and the cold winter wind was blowing on him. He couldn't help coughing, stood up, He took off the letter from the carrier pigeon, unfolded it and saw the message inside.

After reading it, he folded his palms together and his body trembled unconsciously. Wang Yifeng buried the little trouble in Chang'an...

As the new year approaches, countless pedestrians pass by on the official roads of Chang'an. Even if everyone is in a hurry, Linghu Shang still looks extraordinarily eye-catching, attracting pedestrians to stop. The young man has silver hair and is very handsome. Everyone who has seen it has to sigh. Although he is only a man, he is also worthy of praise. The young man is really beautiful. He is wearing a white brocade suit and a mink cape. No one can enter the breath.

The young man carried the sword on his back, and immersed himself in his own world without looking sideways, making everyone who wanted to strike up a conversation with him feel a little resentful.

Linghu Shang rode a horse, looked down at the map, and headed towards the place reported by the spies. There were tall trees growing all around, a small river flowing in the distance on the left, and rows of flowers and plants were transplanted in the valley. A new grave was built.

Holding the jug in his hand, Linghu Shang walked slowly to the grave.

A few large characters hurt his eyes: Wang's Tomb of Nianyue, and a line of small characters was written in the lower right corner: Elder brother Wang Yifengli.

It's very simple, but Linghu Shang can tell that this should be carved by Wang Yifeng himself.

This small mountain depression is very hidden. If it is in the late spring, when everything recovers, it must be particularly beautiful. It seems that Wang Yifeng has always felt that small troubles are not suitable for the right and wrong place of the Valley of the Wicked, only such a place full of vitality, Talent is the place where she sleeps forever.

Linghu Shang was not afraid of getting dirty, so he sat cross-legged in front of Wang Nianyue's tomb, and poured part of the wine from the flagon on the ground.

"Little trouble, I'm here to see you, although I think you don't want me to come to see you."

Linghu was hurt a bit, and finally leaned his back against the tombstone. He looked sideways at the tombstone, and took a sip of wine mockingly.

Then he rubbed the tombstone sideways with a somewhat confused expression, and a cold liquid dripped down his face onto the ground, tick, tick...drop after drop...

"I searched a lot about the mark of the Tang Sect, but found nothing. You see, I can't even avenge you."

"It's right that you don't like me. I'm such a bad person, greedy and arrogant."

"But if these things go through again, I still want to have you, whether you like me or not, even if you think being liked by me is a terrible thing...you are mine!"

Linghu Shang talked a lot, and the wine jar soon bottomed out.

Linghu Shang felt that he was drunk, and seemed to be watching Little Trouble walking towards him with a smile in a trance. She was wearing the white brocade dress he had prepared for her, with a golden cloud border between the cuffs and skirt.

"Ah hurt, can you take me home?"

Linghu Shang knew that he fell asleep again, and fell into the dream woven by Gu worms, but he still didn't want to wake up.

Linghu Shang stretched out his hand and held Wang Nianyue's hand tightly: "Okay."

Nanke is a dream, fantasy is hard to come true.

I know it's fake, but I still can't help but indulge, the person in my heart, I just told you my joy, why have you left me, my girl, I hope you will never meet me again in the next life.

Not far away, Uncle Wu saw Linghu Shangzui lying in front of the tomb, wiped his tears and took him back. It is already winter, and the wound on the young master's body is still not healed. .

At this moment Linghu Shang was extremely peaceful, he seemed to be having a sweet dream, the corners of Linghu Shang's mouth unconsciously curled into a warm smile, he looked like a big kid who got candy.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage was heard, and the sound gradually faded away. Linghu Shang seemed to vaguely hear Wang Nianyue humming a song from beyond the Great Wall again, with a warm and long voice...

Little trouble...my little trouble...you will always live in my heart...

The author has something to say:

I'm going out to dinner with my colleagues on Thursday, so I won't hide it after I write it, and I won't update it at night.

Thanks?(?ω?)? Love you guys

I don't intend to abuse my brother anymore, my brother is the worst! ! !

Regarding the timeline: Except for Tang Wule's timeline, which is the main line time, the others are "once". At the same point in time, Ye Ying's next one was earlier, when Pharaoh was not very old, and the timeline of Kalubi later was not the same as Tang Wule's main line, it was also in the past.

The main thing is that the plot of Jiansan itself has been changed too many times, and I am confused. I can't tell the exact age of these NPCs at that time, so I wrote it more casually.

The first thing in my copywriting is that the timeline is messed up.Furthermore, in order to avoid the Red Moon of the Sixteen Nights, it is safest to travel through time.

That's it, so the timeline is messed up, I don't think it should affect much, right?should? ? ?