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Gu Juefei in Beijing has been waiting for him for a long time.
Fang Shaoxing and Liu Jin firmly held the inner and outer cities, passed the soldiers, laid out careful traps and defenses, and stood ready.
At the end of the time, Xue Kuang's army came to the city!
At this point, this turmoil that will eventually be recorded in the annals of history has finally kicked off, staged in the once prosperous but now empty capital.
Blood spilled from the mountains five miles outside the city to the streets all over the capital.
The halberd collided with the armor, the horse's hooves stomped on the flesh and blood, the 30,000 rebels fought with the 40,000 forbidden troops, and the blood-stained arrows flew all over the sky... The alternation of day and night could not replace the inflated ambition.
No one is willing to admit defeat, no one dares to retreat. Once you choose a path, you must go from there to the end!
You can't change your life, you can't die!
According to the historian's pen, this turmoil lasted only two days and nights, and the outcome was already decided. It was faster and more violent than any battle that took place at the border. , but it is as long as a drowsy sky, and don't know when it will stop... The noon sunset, in exchange for a night of moonlight.
Lu Jinxi couldn't sleep at all.
The sound of swords and swords shouting and killing in the distance, even if it is quiet, it will not last long. The guards left behind in the Grand Master's Mansion were divided into three shifts, rotating day and night, so they didn't dare to take it lightly.
In the first few hours, some news about the battle situation came back from time to time, but as soon as night fell, the attack outside the city became more and more violent, and all the news was cut off.
I don't know what's going on outside, and I don't know if I'm going to die tomorrow.
In the small pavilion in the back garden, Lu Jinxi had been sitting for a long time, only staring at the starless night sky and listening to various sounds from outside.
At first she wanted to guess something from it.
But now that all kinds of voices entered my ears, they only stayed in my mind for a while, and then dissipated without leaving a trace.
There was also a table of leftover wine on the table.
It was she who couldn't sleep and wanted to drink a little so that she could sleep better and let someone put it on her. But after drinking this cup and plate, she was still awake, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.
When Xiao Tingzhi walked over from the other side, what he saw was this scene: the wine pot and the wine cup on the table were crooked, and she was wearing a pale moon white brocade robe. The drenched eyes only stared at the night sky, and the lips dipped in the alcoholic spirits were as bright and beautiful as the petals dipped in dew.
So he walked over uncontrollably, walked to the pavilion, and walked to her side. At this time, I didn't even think about what I was going to say in my mind.
But Lu Jinxi had already noticed it.
She turned around and glanced at him, and there was no respect for the so-called seventh prince in her eyes, and there was no undeserved affection in her eyes, it was just faint.
"Can't His Highness the Seventh Prince fall asleep?"
Lu Jinxi's head was a little dizzy, but her thoughts were still clear, and her voice was steady when she said this, as if she didn't drink the wine alone.
"sit down."
If you are going to think about it, you don't have to think about it in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Tingzhi sat down.
There was a faint scent of fragrance in the cold air, but at this moment, he could not tell whether it was the dark fragrance on Lu Jinxi's body or the mellow fragrance of the wine that had been overturned on the table... "The world is really wonderful, death. Xue Kuang is not dead, nor is the dead seventh prince. Xue Kuang came back to rebel, and the concubine also transformed into the seventh prince."
Lu Jinxi's eyes fell on his face. Looking left and right, he didn't think he had much resemblance to Wei Yi or Mrs. Wei, let alone Xiao Che, the unfortunate emperor whose head was beheaded by Gu Juefei. what the same.
So the old doubts surfaced at an inopportune moment and let her speak: "I'm just curious, maybe you don't know that when Jin Nixuan met, the old lady also saw you and recognized you. Here you come. But it's not like you haven't been to the court or the Hanlin Academy, and no one else recognized you in the past, so why did you recognize you on that day?"
The news of Gu Chengqian's death spread long ago.
Xiao Tingzhi couldn't tell whether he was mostly happy or confused when he heard the news. He just felt that all the grievances in the past were suddenly settled at this moment, but they were empty.
It's more complicated than ever.
At that time, Princess Yongning used rumors to incite the fourth prince to rebel, but Gu Chengqian, as a master, chose to stand on the side of Princess Yongning in order to weigh the two Gu Wei families, and took advantage of the situation to kill his mother.
At that time, Taifu Wei had no military power and was powerless.
The Taifu of one day, he could only watch his own sister Hengjian fall in a pool of blood.
So he was left alone, an ignorant young child, crying in the shadow of swords, lights and swords. In his few memories, Wei Binggan's denunciation of these chaotic ministers remained, with blood and tears.
He knelt down and kowtowed, hoping to save his nephew.
The kind-hearted and soft-hearted Gu Chengqian has been with Wei Binggan for many years, and he has such a child who doesn't know anything.
In the end, he broke his hamstring with a dagger, just because even if the disabled person is still alive, he will not be able to enter the official position in the future, and he will not be able to inherit the throne.
It's just that Gu Chengqian didn't expect—
The seventh prince at that time was frail and sickly, and the cruel pain of breaking his hamstrings was too much for him to bear, and he lost his breath after a while.
Xiao Tingzhi's memory was also interrupted by the severe pain at that moment. When he woke up again, what a pair of young eyes saw was already the famous Huisheng Hall in the capital.
How could they possibly have thought that he was still alive?
After all, he was the one they saw with their own eyes.
So even though he has lived under the eyes of everyone all these years, and has even returned to the capital, no one doubts his identity.
As for what Lu Jinxi said just now...
Xiao Tingzhi laughed inexplicably, and only untied the thing hanging from his waist and placed it in his palm: "If Gu Chengqian really recognized me that day, it would probably be this thing."
It is a delicate jade.
It is only three inches long and two inches wide, with regular holes carved on it, tied with a blue brocade rope, and lying in the palm of his hand.
Lu Jinxi stretched out his hand and picked it up to see.
Her cool fingertips inadvertently touched his palm, causing his fingers to curl slightly for an instant, but then she realized something, and quietly clenched them back.
Xiao Tingzhi looked at her calmly.
However, Lu Jinxi looked at the jade in his palm carefully, so he recalled roughly that he had seen this thing, and it was on the desk of Xiao Tingzhi's study in the past: "So many secrets and truths have always been hidden. Put it under my nose, but because I didn't know it, I turned a blind eye. Xun, the seventh prince Xiao Xun, the old lady really should have recognized it..."
With a soft sigh, she handed the thing back and put it on the edge of the table.
Xiao Tingzhi picked it up again.
But this time, he didn't hang it back on his waist, but looked at it for a long time, pressed his finger on it, and brought it gently to his lips.
Xun's timbre is simple and simple, ethereal and distant, and always sad.
Playing at this moment, it is in line with the scene.
Soft and gentle, sad and graceful, Lu Jinxi remembered many, many, many things far and near.
She closed her eyes slightly and leaned lightly on the cold stone pillar behind her, as if she was drunk and sleepy.
Xunqu did not know when, has quietly stopped.
Xiao Tingzhi's eyes fell on her body, on her haggard outline, but suddenly there was a kind of distress and hatred in his heart.