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Chapter 1 wedge
In the 39th year of Fengxing, the emperor collapsed.
Heavy snow covered the city and the whole country mourned.
In the middle of the night, went south from chenganmen gate. The long imperial corridor was covered with mourning flags flying with the chaotic snow. It looked like huangquan road against the burning lights on the roadside.
Further west, through two long empty streets, you can see a dark house. Looking at the plaque, it is king Jing's house, the only residence of a king with a different surname in Fengxing.
A series of clear footprints were left on the snow covered bluestone road. A man in black imperial clothes dragged the ground and walked slowly through the snow.
In such a heavy snow, he did not hold an umbrella. A pile of snow had fallen on his shoulder. He held a small sandalwood case with a jade bottle full of wine on it. Because it was too cold, a thin layer of crystal frost had formed on the edge.
It was midnight, and the door of King Jing's mansion was wide open. It looked majestic outside, but when you walked in, you could see dead grass all over the ground. It was very down-to-earth, not much better than the famous ghost house in the capital.
When the sky fell heavily, Song Xian walked through the vestibule and a hand copying corridor, and then came to King Jing's residence.
King Jing Yan's yard is not big. don't know how long it has been undisturbed. It is full of withered grass. Only a few small lanterns are placed on the corridor, with lamp oil in the middle, which is burning faintly.
Song Xian's face was expressionless. Half a drop of the wine bottle in his hand didn't spill. He stepped steadily in. Just entering the courtyard, the door on one side suddenly opened.
When song Xianxun went, old Yan just came out of the room.
It is said that Yan Rao, the ignorant dandy, was imprisoned for a year and is still gorgeous.
He was wearing a purple robe embroidered with Begonia flowers. It was very beautiful. He stood under the corridor with picturesque looks, as exquisite as a picture roll.
They haven't seen each other for ten years, but Yan is still in a trance. He looks like a teenager, mu ruqingfeng, and his clothes are elegant.
At the age of 18, Yan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that he didn't see anyone else. He lingered on the bench beside the corridor and lay lazily on it. His eyes looked at a small lantern at his feet. He looked in a very good mood.
Song Xian stepped forward, put the sandalwood case in his hand on the stone table, and said faintly, "forget to return, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Yan seemed stunned. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in front of him. Finally, he smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Who are you?"
Song Xian: "
"Song Xian, in the past, he was a servant of the three princes with the Lord in the palace," Song Xian said faintly. "The Lord is really forgetful. However, his highness and I have been assigned to Canglin temple for seven years. Prince will not remember our little people."
Song Xian?
Yan blinked, but he still didn't remember who he was, but listening to his words revealed a resentment. Lord Jing hurriedly said, "Oh, remember, Song Xian, remember.". Lord song manages everything every day. Why do you have time to come to me? "
Song Xian didn't expose him. His eyes glanced coldly at the lanterns and red and purple clothes at his feet. He didn't agree: "it's a national funeral now. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to swagger like this."
During the national funeral, whether civil and military officials or common people's pawns, they must wear plain chimera within 27 days and prohibit all pleasure.
Year old Yan Qi said, "isn't this lantern festival? What's wrong? Oh, yes, the national funeral, the emperor died? "
Song Xian frowned.
"I've been in this ghost place for more than a year. Except for the housekeeper who delivers meals every day, I can't see anyone at all. No one told me about such a big event." Yan stood up and took off his purple robe, revealing a thin plain shirt inside.
Look carefully, it's an exquisite filial piety dress.
Song Xian frowned: "you knew the emperor would die?"
In such a heavy snow, Yan was shivering with cold in his single clothes, but he smiled: "that's not true. I just look forward to his death all the time. After all these years, this filial piety suit has finally come in handy - so, Lord song, what are you doing here so late to pass on the new emperor's will?"
Song Xian was surprised: "why do you know?"
Year old Yan let the snow fall on him and said faintly, "what's hard to guess, and if I'm not wrong, there's a 'stigma' in your wine bottle?"
"Stigma" is a secret medicine in the palace. It is often a poison given to the royal family to shame or commit great evils. After drinking, the stigma left to the royal family will disappear in the world. It will seal the throat with blood. It takes only an hour.
Song Xian took a deep breath: "the last words of the late emperor were to ask his highness to give the prince a glass of wine."
In the royal family, the meaning of giving wine is self-evident.
Yan Mou Zi moved.
He glanced at the delicate wine lamp and said, "I worked hard for Duan Zhisu for so many years and finally died in his hands? That's fucked up. "
Years old Yan has done a lot of things for Duan Zhisu's rehabilitation, but no one knows it at all. Up and down the hall, even the old emperor always thought he would do so for himself.
"No," thought Yan Xin, "I've done so much that I can't hide and tuck in. Then I can't close my eyes when I die."
At the age of 18, Yan bent his eyes with the intention of "death can't let everyone live in peace". As soon as he turned sideways, the green silk fell like a waterfall, the Cape of his lips smiled and said softly, "Lord song, do you want to know why the former Emperor was so afraid of me even if he died?"
There was a trace of disgust in Song Xian's eyes. It was obvious that he had read and recited the hated place of Sui Yan. He opened his mouth and said: "you don't ask about the affairs of the court openly, but you secretly seduce the court officials to form a party for personal gain. In the three years of the dynasty, if there are virtuous and loyal ministers who disagree with your political views, they often can't escape the tragedy of death, and the daily secrets that affect you are almost piled up, It can be seen that the people are angry and resentful. "
Yan Mou Zi is a rich young master who doesn't know the world. If outsiders come to see him, they can't see that he is the one who has done such crazy things.
This man looks good, but his heart is also really cruel.
Yan smiled: "the emperor must know what even people like you who have just returned to Beijing can see through, but do you know why I did such a rebellious thing, but he just imprisoned me?"
Song Xian did not speak.
Year old Yan didn't think he was singing a monologue and said to himself, "he didn't kill me or let me go. He was afraid that I would hurt me again, but he asked Duan Zhisu to give me a cup of stigma before he died. Do you want me to be buried for him?"
As he spoke, he felt ridiculous and laughed loudly.
"But what am I? What name will he let me die for him?" Year old Yan thought, "did my uncle Huang have that kind of dirty mind for me?"
Also?
Song Xian frowned. He didn't quite understand what he meant by "Ye", but he couldn't think much at this time. He said directly, "why?"
At the age of 18, Yan Yu put away his previous tune and said faintly: "because the beloved second prince and fifth Prince were defeated by me."
Song Xian was surprised: "what?"
"The second prince and the fifth Prince planned to kill the crown prince at the Palace Banquet seven years ago, and took this opportunity to frame his highness three. Therefore, he was detained in Canglin temple for seven years. He was not allowed to return to Beijing. He was wronged. I just paid back what they did, and they were not wronged. Are you right? Lord song. "
Song Xian seemed to know him for the first time, and his indifferent face was full of shock.
Year old Yan smiled gently and said softly, "Lord song, Duan Zhisu and I have known each other since childhood. Why don't you even come to see me for the last time? Do you know why?"
Song Xian now felt numb when he listened to him. For a time, he could not connect the person in front of him who was like a ghost with the graceful young man in his impression.
Year old Yan's voice was lighter and softer: "naturally, the new emperor thought that all the three princes and the first family were involved in that year, and I didn't have anything - even the first king with a different surname was granted by the former Emperor the day he went to Canglin temple - I escaped because I betrayed him."
Song Xian's eyes darkened and murmured, "did you really... Do this?"
When he was still in Beijing, he remembered in a trance that the night before Duan Zhisu was convicted, Yan Lianye went to the palace and returned the next day.
Since then, Duan Zhisu was ordered by the emperor to confine CangLin Temple all his life. However, Sui Yan, who was closest to Duan Zhisu, only closed his door for a few days and gave him a lot of precious medicinal materials. However, in a few days, he became the king and caused a sensation in the government and the public.
It is precisely because of this that all the people in the dynasty have been preaching for so many years. In those years, Duan Zhisu was imprisoned for so many years and was not allowed to return to Beijing because of Yan's desire for self-protection, vendor and prosperity.
Now, only Yan knows what the truth is.
Yan winked at him and smiled cunningly, "what do you think?"
Song Xian didn't know how to answer.
Year old Yan smiled gently and said softly, "Lord song, although I have committed many evils over the years, I have not changed my original heart to my third highness, oh, the new emperor now. Will you tell your majesty what I said today and let him let me go on the old love?"
Song Xian's face was still frightened and said, "nature."
If what Nian Yan said is true and he has no intention of the throne, just for Duan Zhisu's rehabilitation, how can Duan Zhisu regret if this cup of poison is given and Duan Zhisu knows the truth?
Looking at the smiling old Yan in front of him, Song Xian was in a trance and saw the young man in royal clothes and pure mind.
In a trance, he seemed to have changed nothing. He was still as cynical and indulgent as when he was young.
Song Xian's lips moved gently: "why do you... Do this?"
Yan Yan blinked and said, "Lord song's question is a little strange. We were reading with his third highness in those years. When he was down, you could be sent to Canglin temple with him for so many years, and I did everything I could to help him rehabilitate in the court?"
Song Xian was speechless.
He is not the only one who has a heart.
Old Yan said, "Lord song should remember to go back and report to his Majesty the new emperor. It's a pity to forget to return."
Song Xian responded carelessly. He was about to take back the ridiculous "stigma" on the table to recover his life, but he heard a sudden "ah" sound from Sui Yan.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the thin and handsome man picked up his "stigma" on the small case.
Without waiting for him to react, he poisoned the glass and drank the wine in one gulp.
Song Xian was stunned in the same place for a moment. After a moment, he suddenly woke up. He said in horror: "forget to return at the age of!"
There are some wine stains on Yan's lips. His lips are a little crimson and boundless.
He gently threw the jade cup in his hand on the ground. The sound of breaking sounded and said softly, "Lord song will tell your majesty, right?"
Lord song looked at him in amazement.
Year old Yan looked at his face and seemed to think it was very interesting. He laughed loudly.
"Lord song, you must tell the new emperor how I have survived in the hall for his treachery of tigers and wolves everywhere over the years, how I have tried my best to wash away his grievances, how I have worked hard for him to pull the two princes down, and how I have become a villain with heinous crimes."
Yan's tone was full of malice, but his voice was as soft as water.
"Finally, tell him how I, who would rather die for him, was killed by a cup of 'stigma' and died miserably in the wilderness because of his fear and suspicion?"
Song Xian couldn't help retreating a few steps.
After saying this, Yan seemed to have lost all his strength. He staggered back to his couch and gently closed his eyes.
Song Xian's lips trembled: "you have to..."
Yan sneered and said, "yes, I am such a person. Even if I die, it will be difficult for everyone. Of course, you can also choose to hide the matter, but according to the means of Duan Zhisu, these things can be completely turned over to him in less than half a year. "
Song Xian: "you..."
Yan was probably tired. He no longer wanted to talk nonsense with Song Xian. He whispered, "Lord song, you've been here too long. Go back."
Song Xian was thrown out in a muddle. He didn't react until he got out of the palace. He stayed in place for a moment, and then walked quickly to the palace.
Yan was still half lying on the soft couch, with a lazy posture and red lips.
He didn't have the consciousness of a dying man at all. He also whispered an unknown tune, but he didn't know where it went and couldn't bear to listen.
The snow grew heavier and heavier, roaring and rolling onto him from the open corridor on all sides. Soon, a thin layer of snow covered half of his body.
Year old Yan didn't notice it. When he looked carefully, he would find that his eyes had lost their luster and were still humming slowly.
Footsteps sounded in his ears, his eyes didn't open, and he said lazily, "come and see me off?"
A man in red stood beside him, wearing a red cloak over his shoulders to cover the raging cold wind and snow around him.
The man looks like a good woman. A drop of cinnabar between his eyebrows looks extremely charming. His eyes droop with a coldness that resists people thousands of miles away. When he sees the tragic situation of Sui Yan, there is no wave in his eyes. He coldly said, "I'll collect the body for you."
Yan burst out with a smile. He opened his long and narrow eyes and said, "see you every month. You are willing to help restrain the corpses of people like me. It seems that you are still thinking about the old relationship."
Tsukimi said coldly, "if I didn't come to collect your body, you would be picked up by your enemies in the capital and whip your body, and then throw it in the random burial post to be bitten by wild animals. Prince Jing, who used to have power over the government and the public, should die in this way. Are you not afraid to become a lonely ghost? "
The old Yan Ruo thought thoughtfully: "this kind of death method is also very good."
I didn't speak.
The two of them stayed so quietly. The snow roared and soon covered Sui Yan's body with a layer of white snow, making his face more and more white.
After a long time, Yuejian said softly, "old Yan?"
No one answered.
Tsukimi said, "forget to return?"
He tilted his head slightly, and saw that Yan, who was lying on the soft couch, had closed his eyes when he didn't know, and there was a layer of white frost on his long feather eyelashes.
Yuejian leaned over slightly, stretched out his slender hand and wiped a trace of blood on Yan's lips. A moment later, he whispered, "you're too tired."
He took off his red cloak and covered the old Yan, who had lost his temperature, with a smile on his face, as if the person in front of him really just slept.
"Sleep."
The courtyard is full of lanterns, glittering and translucent, and the falling snow is like speckled fluorescence.
After the heavy snow, they were wrapped in snow.
The new emperor ascended, and it was a new dynasty.