The ink burned without talking, and after a long time, he smiled.

"A good one can only live one master. It's a good story."

He applied his bare feet to his feet, stepped on the cold stone surface, and concealed his insteps and stopped in front of Song Qiutong.

Then the ink burned up one foot and used the toe to point Song Qiutong's chin, so that she looked up at herself.

"These words, you are in your heart, have been squatting for a long time?"

He looked at her panicked face and smiled: "The Queen of Songs, there are many things in the past, I haven’t asked you well yet, since you said something to me today, I’m not as good as we are. To be honest, come, I will talk to you."

"Let's talk about it from the recent events. On the day of going to the Snow Palace, I obviously locked Chu Yuning in the palace. You told me how he would appear in Kunlun Mountain? Who gave him a ban, let He came to me?"

Song Qiutong suddenly trembled and said, "I don't know!"

She was too anxious to justify, even forgot to say that she was covered, but used "I".

The ink burned and he laughed. He said, "Well, you don't know this one. Then I will ask you the next one. That year, I will seal you up, let you associate with the dead, then I will go to Yinshan and go. At that time, Chu Yuening was being held in the dungeon because of disobedience..."

He mentioned this matter, Song Qiutong's face could not help but white, and his lips couldn't help but scream.

"You went to visit him by exploring the prison. But he was innocent by him..."

"Yes, yes." Song Qiutong was busy. "But my Majesty... Ah, I told you about this incident. Chu Zongshi let me get out of the dungeon, and there are many insults in words. He is not only jealous." I, I still scolded with my majesty, I was angry at the time...I..."

"This seat knows." The ink smiled slightly. "You were not angry at the time, but Chu Ningning is a felony. You can't punish you without your permission. So you will punish and punish you." Pulled out his ten nails and nailed the thorns at each of his fingertips."

Song Qiutong was full of horror and arguing: "You are coming back, you are boasting that I am doing well!"

Ink burning smile: "Oh... is it?"

"You...you said that people who are not doing anything right, just treat it like this. At that time, you said that you said that the penalty was lighter. If he is not rude next time, he can be broken... His ten fingers..." The more she said the lighter the voice, the last she looked at the smile of the smoldering man, and she fell softly on the floor, tears in her eyes, "A burning..."

The ink burned and sighed softly. He smiled and said: "Qiu Tong, the days have passed, and what I said in the past, I have forgotten what I said."

"..." The woman clearly guessed the burning mind, but when she heard this sentence, the body still violently shakes.

"This seat has always been a dream for these days. I dreamed that the day I came back from Yinshan and entered the dungeon. I saw his hands festering and bloody..." The ink burned slowly, and finally, the voice slammed Tighten, the eyes are lit with cold light. "This seat is not happy."

Song Qiutong did not take care of it: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... No, Ah Burning... You listen to me... You calm down and listen to me..."

"This seat is not happy."

The ink burned as if nothing was heard, and the face was lowered with a blank expression, and the woman who was huddled on the ground was coldly looked at.

"You marry me, okay?"

His frosty look, coupled with such an arrogant beggar, even though Song Qiutong accompanied the king with the tiger for so many years, could not help but straighten the goose bumps, even the scalp is hemp. She smelled the squally shower, lifted the dark brown scorpion, and looked up at him in the low low. She climbed over and fell on the ankle of the ink.

"Well, Ah Burn said everything is good. Ah, I want to be happy when I want to do something? I must be good... well..."

The ink burned over, grabbed her chin and lifted her face.

He smiled, very cute and innocent.

It was as if he first saw her at the Confucianist Gate, and he barely revealed two deep dimples, pulling her sleeves and the central channel: "Little sister, what is your name?... Oh, don't be afraid, I don't. I hurt you, you talk to me, okay?"

shudder.

After a long period of time, he almost used the same look, the same tone, but said something else.

He said sweetly and softly: "Qiu Tong, this seat knows that you are sincere, and in order to be happy, you are willing to do anything..."

His fingertips rubbed her soft lips.

Her whole face, the place where the teacher is very clean.

The ink burned the eyelashes and trembled, looking at the two petals of the lips, and finally said: "Then, go to Huangquan Road, wait for the first seat."

"!"

He asked all the questions slowly: "Well?"

Song Qiutong's tears suddenly overflowed his eyes, not because of sorrow, but because of fear. She knew that Mo-burning now mentions that she had abused Chu’s night, and she would never have any good end, but she could only think of her at most, and she thought that she had exhausted all her courage and could not think of ink. Burning will actually...

He will! He has a heart!

He He……

madman.

Crazy... crazy...

The ink burned his head and smiled low. He smiled more and more arrogantly and became more and more arrogant. He smiled and kicked the threshold of the palace and smiled and strode outside the hall.

He stalked the wind, stepping on the lives of thousands of people, and now it is her turn.

Crazy... crazy! !

Ink rain is crazy!

Song Qiutong fell on the icy golden brick stone. The enthusiasm of Yaner in the palace was not dissipated. The fire of **** had already burned up. She opened her mouth and looked up, struggling to see the skylight from the temple. .

When dawn dawns, the sky is blood red.

Dyeed her with red eyes.

She heard a sigh of relief and sighed, casually as if to order what to use for today's dinner.

"Come, pull the queen out."

"Your Majesty -!" Outside is the reaction of the panic-stricken people, "Your Majesty, this..."

"Throw it into the stove, fry it and cook it."

Song Qiutong suddenly couldn’t hear anything. The whole person was like sinking into the ocean and couldn’t hear anything.

"Lively cooked, cooked and lively, cooked and cooked, haha... hahaha..."

As he goes farther and farther, only laughter and drink are like eagle eagle, coiled in the shackles of life and death.

The Chaoyang dragged his shadow for a long, lonely trace, squatting on the ground, and he walked slowly and slowly.

At first it seemed to be standing next to the shadow of two young Hummers, and a tall, tall white man.

Later, the two ghosts disappeared, leaving only the white dress to accompany him.

Going back, the white man disappeared into the golden morning.

The rising sun is pure and holy, taking away the same pure and holy people, leaving him alone in hell, in the **** sea, sinking in the enchantment.

Only one person left, he went more and more lonely, and went colder and colder.

At the end of the day, he suddenly felt as if he was dead. He was already dead...

The more you go crazy.

Remember, the last year before he squandered himself, sometimes looking at the bronze mirror, he would not recognize what a monster was reflected there.

He even remembered the night before his death, he leaned on the bamboo pavilion in the red lotus, next to an old slave.

He asked the old slave and said lazily: "Liu Gong, you talked to this seat, what kind of person was this seat?"

Before he waited for the other party to answer, he looked at the reflection in the pool and took care of himself.

"When I was young, it seems that I have never had such a hairpin. So I haven’t touched it. You said it right?"

Liu Gong sighed and replied: "Your Majesty said it is good. This is awkward and worrying. After you ascended the throne, Song Niangniang will give you some thoughts."

"Oh, you said Song Qiutong." The ink burned and laughed. He looked up and sipped his pear. "Is it actually I heard her instructing?"

Perhaps it is not much time, not afraid of Jane in the emperor's heart, a little unsatisfactory will have his own head, and the old man is also telling the truth.

Liu Gong’s squatting sleeves said: “Yes, when her first time in the emperor’s position, the Song Niangniang was greatly favored. For a while, what did the goddess say, what did the majesty do, what do you want to do?

"Forget?" The ink burned and laughed. "I haven't forgotten, how can I forget it..."

After I married Song Qiutong, I did not know who was exposed to the wind and told her that she was favored by her, only because her appearance was similar to that of Shi Ming, who was deceased.

She is a clever person, and she will always behave in the manner of the teacher's demeanor. If there is nothing in the husband's life, it seems to be the old man.

How can I forget it?

The ink burned and smiled, and suddenly he took off the sputum and looked at it. He threw it into the pool and stunned a piece of koi, and the figure in the lake became more and more twisted.

In this piece of scorpion, he took off his hair and smeared his hair, and slanted his side to the lake, letting the water shine his face.

"Well, the crown is lost, the hair is also scattered, Lao Liu, you can help me think about it, what else is worse, can this seat return to the appearance before the throne?"

"This……"

"Is it a hair band?" The ink burned and looked at the reflection, saying, "The most common kind of blue hair band for a disciple of death. Is there still in the palace?"

"Yes, when you took the first year of the throne, you took down the old slaves when you took off the disciples of the dead and sorrow. If you want to kneel down, the old slaves will help you get them."

"Great, let's go, except for the hair band, the other ones are also taken together."

Liu Gong went back and returned, holding a stack of old clothes in his hand, and the ink burned and sat up, his fingertips touched the texture of cotton and linen, and the flickering past turned up, like a dead leaf, falling on a sore The heart of the hundred holes. He was on the rise, picking up a robe at random and trying to put it on his body.

However, the clothes of a teenager are already too small, and no matter how he plays, he will never wear it again.

Suddenly angry.

"Why can't I wear it! Why can't I go back!!"

He is like a trapped beast in a circle in his cage, his face is crazy, his eyes are shining.

"This is the clothes of this seat! Is this the clothes of this seat??!! You have been wrong! If it is the clothes of this seat, why can't you wear it! Why can't you wear it~!!"

The old slave has become accustomed to the appearance of the master crazy.

I used to think that this is very horrible, but today I have no reason to think that this man is very pitiful.

Where is he looking for clothes, he is clearly looking for himself who can never come back.

"Your Majesty." The old man sighed sighingly. "Let's go, you are no longer a young man yesterday."

"..." The ink was burning with the anger of the sky, and he turned back and stared at the dead face of the old man, but he was like being shackled. He couldn’t say anything, but his eyes were red and he couldn’t stop breathing. I was angry, and I said after a long time, "No longer...?"

"Is no longer."

"……Can not go back?"

"Can not go back."

The face of the 32-year-old man first appeared when he was a child. He closed his eyes, his throat was swaying, and the old slave who stood beside him thought he was opening his eyes. Will violently expose the caries and fangs, tearing everything in front of you.

But when the ink burned and the scorpion was opened, the eyelids were a little moist.

Perhaps it was such a moist, quenching the fire of his heart.

The ink burns the opening, and the voice is hoarse and tired: "Good... good... can't go back... can't go back..."

He put down his robes indefinitely, sat down at the stone table, and buried his face in his palm.

After a long time, he said: "Take a hair band."

"...Your Majesty... Why are you here again..."

"This life is already a must. When you die, you don't want to be too lonely." When the ink burned this sentence, he still didn't put down his palm. No one could see the look on his face. "I want to change my body and feel that I still have There are old people to accompany."

Liu Gong sighed: "That is fake."

"Fake is good."

The ink burned.

"Fake, it is better than nothing."

Long hair bundled up and wrap around, then he picked up a faded hairpin from the pile of old clothes. He wanted to buckle on the hair side as a teenager, but looked at the reflection in the water, his hand The action stopped again.

Is it left or right?

I haven't used this hairpin for too long, the memory has become so vague, and the ink has closed my eyes. He said, "Old Liu, do you know how my hair was combed?"

"Back, the old slave is the second year after you step into the throne, only to come to the palace to serve, the old slaves do not know."

The ink burned: "But I can't remember, I want someone to tell me."

"..."

"You said, there is such a person, you can tell me." The smoldering muttered, "Who can tell me what I looked like..."

Old Liu Chang sighed, but couldn't say anyone's name. In fact, the ink burned that the old man had no answer to give him. He doubtfully held the black hairpin, left, right, and finally buckled. On the left.

"It seems like this." Ink said, "I will ask him."

He went to the depths of the otter and came to the edge of the Honglian Pool. The corpse of Chu Yuning lay there, and there was no difference between sleeping and sleeping.

Sitting on the ground, he held a squat and said, "Master."

The wind sent the lotus, he looked at the pool full of red and drunk, the man who closed his eyes, suddenly felt that there are many words to say, but did not know what to say.

For Chu Xiaoning, he always seems to have a very full emotion, but the emotion is too mixed, so much sour and bitter, he can't taste that he hates this person a little more, or other feelings a little more, he really I don't know how to treat this person.

He once told himself that he stayed with him late, just to vent his hatred, in order to satisfy his lust, but later he died, but he left behind the body that could not be entangled with it. The tombs have been established. Ok, but not willing to bury.

In fact, what is the use of this cold, non-moving, non-speaking body?

He is not aware of himself.

Too much experience, the first little clean thing, has been completely overwhelmed.

When Chu Xiaoning was alive, he and his two had very little peace of mind and stay together.

Now Chu is rather dead, and there is some cruel gentleness between the dead and the living. The ink often comes to visit him, holding a pot of pear white, just watching, not much.

At this moment, the Yijun Waishan, he knows that his life will be exhausted, and the body of Chu Xiaoning is the life and death of the human being, the only old man who is always with him.

Suddenly, I really want to chat with this cold body. Anyway, Chu Ningning is already a dead body. I can’t resist it. I can’t blame it. No matter what I say, he has to listen.

But he moved his mouth and his throat whimpered.

At the end, I only said one sentence.

"Master, you rationalize me."

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