"Where are you going?" , Lin Jue smiled. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Go and see the lonely smoke of the desert, the sunset over the long river, the white snow in spring, the wind and the cold moon...... The ends of the earth, as long as you want, you can go ......"

"I heard that the Third Highness is now the king of a country? Congratulations. ”

A sentence with no beginning or end, but it made the contract husband mess up.

Yes, he is now the king of a country.

is no longer the down-and-out third prince who was sent as a hostage to the enemy country, and he is no longer the person who can act arbitrarily with his own heart.

He is the king of a country, he has the people who love him, he has the civil and military generals of the Manchu Dynasty, he has countless wealth, and he has supreme power......

Once in that seat, he seemed to have everything.

But it was precisely because of that seat that part of the fresh blood that originally flowed in his body was going to die forever......

The desert is lonely, the sun sets over the long river, the snow is white in spring, and the wind is cold in the moon...... It is impossible for him to go to these places, and even a glance at them is a luxury.

The supreme power is also the shackles worn on his feet, which cannot be broken free or escaped.

The contract husband was silent for a long time, and the answer was already clear, Lin Jue laughed, "There are already too many people in the Lin family who choose to travel all over the world, so I'd better stay here honestly......"

"Actually, the Rakshasa country is also good, change the place, change the mood ......", the rain gradually became smaller, but the contractor felt that the rain and fog in front of him were filled, probably ...... Was it a drizzle of rain that was drifting into his eyes?

As long as Lin Jue is willing, he can give her that seat in the harem.

"From one cage to another?" , Lin Jue looked at him half-jokingly, even if she lost a large part of her memory, but the intrigue between people still made her feel frightened.

"Don't worry, I'm happy with my current life."

The days are rich, and no one disturbs them. The people you care about are all around, life can be like this, what else can you hope for?

It's just that for some reason, life is very comfortable, but in her heart, it always seems that there is a piece missing, and she is probably idle, right?

People will always think blindly when they are idle, Lin Jue decided to help in Lin Qiong's shop from tomorrow, or go to the school in the east of the city to be a female master and get busy! She will feel empty, definitely because she is too idle, as long as she is busy, there is no such problem.

Misty and rainy.

Under the Qingping Bridge, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, cars and horses. Through the cries one after another, the contractmaker's thoughts drifted away with the rain and fog in front of him.

That year, he lost to the fledgling Nangong Yi.

It's almost ruined.

When he was full of frustration and depression, he was sent to the country of Daye by the then Maharaja. Nominally an envoy, but everyone knows that he is here as a hostage. At that time, he had only one thought in his body, which was revenge. He was going to kill Nangong Yi and everyone related to him.

Of course, the Maharaja did not simply ask him to come over as a hostage, he also acted as a killer and assassin, and the target was Ling Mo, the sixth prince who was in the limelight back then.

Assassinating a prince who has no martial arts skills is not a difficult task for him.

That day, he laid out all the games, and even did not hesitate to pretend to be a juggler himself, what he wanted was to let Ling Mo take the bait. Who knows......

Seeing that Ling Mo was about to take the bait, he didn't expect that a fool noticed something unusual, pushed him away directly, and entered the fire ring by himself.

That was the first time he had seen Lin Jue.

A Central Plains woman who looks exactly like his half-sister Vika.

It wasn't until Nangong Yi came to save her alone that he understood the "good intentions" of the Maharaja to make Vika disguised. Devils kill gods, and they also have weaknesses, and Nangong Yi's weakness is Lin Jue.

Thinking about it, Lin Jue hated him for a reason. After all, he had put her on his must-kill list since then......

But when did his state of mind change?

The contractor couldn't remember.

Maybe it's a certain confrontation, maybe it's a passing shoulder, maybe it's her stubborn look that can't be beaten, maybe it's ......

Perhaps it was in the daily bits and pieces that he gradually understood why Nangong Yi cared about her so much. Because of that person, she deserves to be cared for.

In the rain and mist, there was a child holding a kite in his hand, trying to make it fly high in the wind, but unfortunately, as soon as his hand was released, the kite fell on the ground of the bluestone slab.

"You say, will the kite be able to fly in the end?" , the contractor asked.

"He's too stubborn, he should have given up."

The efforts of the little ones do not mean anything other than make the kite wetter by the rain. Kites and rainy days should never appear together. Just like a moth to a fire, blindly violating the law, the final result will only be more miserable.

"Perhaps, when you want to travel all over the world in the future, you can go to the Rakshasa country to have a look, the scenery there...... It's not as bad as you think......"

"Yes. If I had to go, I would definitely go and see you. When the time comes, I hope that Your Majesty will not expel me from the country. ”

The drizzle was drizzling, and the clear sound in my ears began to become ethereal.

The contractor also smiled and nodded.

It's just that for some reason, he is almost certain that if he parted today, he would be forever. Even if Lin Jue finally chooses to travel all over the world, even if Lin Jue comes to the Rakshasa Kingdom, she will not go to see him again.

The spring is cold and steep, gentle as the south of the Yangtze River, and in the cold wind and oblique rain, people can't help but shiver.

Lin Jue stood on the Qingping Bridge, staring ahead, and his gaze stayed in an ethereal mid-air; The contractor stood beside her and turned his head suddenly, just in time to catch her expression.

No matter how beautiful the cage is, it is just a constraint for the birds that want to fly out. Rain and kites, moths and fire, maybe she was right, he shouldn't have been so stubborn, he should have let go a long time ago.

Every one of them returns, and every one is well.

Kyoto, Yangkanomiya.

The grass is verdant, and the garden is full of spring.

The daylight penetrates the carved openwork window lattice, casting a golden yellow on the house.

Ling Mo was dressed in a blue-brown robe, standing by the window, staring at the spring color of the garden, and straightening his back.

The pride of the sky in the past, but now he can't even focus on a simple look.

Is another day gone?

The days of confusion and nightmarishness, living in isolation, made him a little unaware of what time it was.

The stone steps in front of the door were already moss-stained, how long had he not spoken to anyone?

People walk tea cool.

Not to mention that he is now a death row prisoner who has committed a great crime of treason, the tree is falling and scattered, and the person who is about to die, everyone avoids him, where can he dare to step forward?

Of the five brothers, only the fifth child was left intact. Others......

What are the others for?

Where did it go?

Many times he thought that maybe it would be good to be like everyone else, to die and be a hundred, instead of being locked up in this deserted tomb of the living dead like he is now, living a life that no one cares about. How is such a day different from the dead?

When you think about it, it may be a little different from the dead.

That is, he is still conscious, he is conscious, and he understands pain.

Maybe that's what the other party needs, to keep him alive, to let him live in pain and regret for the rest of his life.

Seven days ago, news came that Prime Minister Li Qingxuan intended to kill the new emperor and rebel and punish the nine clans. The sixth princess, Li Aoshan, was born in the Li family, and it was difficult to escape the sitting.

Four days ago, news came that the former queen Yang was seriously ill and passed away.

Gradually, the people who once stood by his side began to leave him, but he was still alive and well.

He also thought about dying, but the other party seemed to have expected it, there was nothing sharp in this palace, even if he wanted to hang himself, he couldn't find the quality of the silk cloth, and how many times he bit his tongue and committed suicide, he was saved by the secret guards hiding around.

Day after day.

In fact, he is not completely isolated from the world.

A lot of news, the other party seems to want him to know. Isn't the motive for keeping him alive instead of killing him outright to keep him in pain for the rest of his life? And all this information that let him know was used to increase his suffering.

It's a pity that his loving father doesn't know that now he is already full of holes, and no matter how hard he blows, it won't have any impact on him.

But that's not how it should have been......

Almost since he can remember, what everyone has instilled in him is that he will shoulder the burden of the great cause of the country in the future, and what he has to do in his daily life is to be strict with himself, diligent in learning, and not the slightest outrage.

Others say so, and he does, but what is the result?

When did his life change dramatically? He went from being a sought-after sixth prince to a prisoner locked up in a cold palace?

Vivid memories begin to replay in front of my eyes.

In many pictures, one face began to slowly become clearer.

"Wait a minute—"

The girl spread her arms and blocked his way.

The bright lanterns around her made her face crimson.

"I ...... His Royal Highness ......", the girl blushed, opened her mouth for a long time, but did not say anything, and the next moment, she seemed to have finally mustered up the courage, took out a purse from her arms, held it in both hands and handed it to him, "Here you go." ”

The purse is crooked, embroidered with mandarin ducks that look like ducks.

"Second Miss Lin, please respect yourself."

He frowned and sternly refused.

There was no light in the girl's eyes for a moment, and the purse had already been snatched away by the people around him and thrown into the river in the city.

In the middle of the push, the girl fell into the river......

Naturally, he would not go down to the rescue, which did not match his identity. He just turned away. Never look back again.

And the previous life......

Something different began to break into his eyes.

In Longhua Palace, the warbler sings and dances.

He leaned on the carved soft couch, hugged left and right, and enjoyed the singing and dancing while being served by the palace concubine.

"The queen has arrived—"

After the eunuch's shrill voice dissipated, she stood in the middle of the palace.

The song and dance came to an abrupt end.

His face was full of disappointment, and he glanced at her impatiently, "Is there something that can't be reported in advance?" What's the matter with running over without reporting? ”

She didn't answer, but meekly bowed, didn't say a word, and turned away.

"Your Majesty, Niang Niang just came to give you a medicine for headaches, and in order to prepare this medicine, she has been sleepless for many months......"

The troubled chief eunuch opened his mouth to explain after she left, and presented a small white jade bottle to him.

He was angry for no reason.

With a wave of his hand, the white jade bottle fell to the ground, scattering fragments.

What is this?

Don't say a word? Turn away?

Don't you even want to give him an explanation?

……

A few birds chirped in the garden, pulling Ling Mo's distant thoughts back.

He couldn't understand that it was clear that the throne was his, and Lin Jue was also his, but now he was in such a situation. He couldn't figure out what part of the ring he had gone wrong to lead to his current ending?

No!

It wasn't him who was wrong, but Nangong Yi, who should have died long ago but suddenly appeared.

If it weren't for Nangong Yi, how could he be in his current situation? If it weren't for Nangong Yi, how could his father's attitude towards him suddenly change so quickly? If it weren't for Nangong Yi, Lin Jue wouldn't have treated him like this......

All of this is because of Nangong Yi.

But helplessly, he has nothing to do with him at the moment.

Li Qingxuan is an old fox, but even this scheming fox died at the hands of Nangong Yi, which shows how terrible this person is.

It is said that he lost his memory.

Completely forgot about Lin Jue's existence?

Ling Mo suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. Is this considered a report of the present world, what he can't get, others can't even think of it, even if that person is Nangong Yi, it can't work!

The light cast into the latticework gradually dimmed, and it began to rain in the sky.

Green grass and green steps, cornices and rain.

After laughing, the room was full of desolation.

Ling Mo raised his head and watched as the cold rain fell from the sky little by little, and then hit the green plantain in the garden, causing bursts of water droplets.

The boundless loneliness accompanied by the loss quietly spread to the whole body.

In the rain and mist, there seemed to be a girl in Tsing Yi who came slowly with a bamboo umbrella in her hand, looking at him and showing a bright smile.

He took two quick steps, trying to grab something, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, all the scenes instantly turned into nothingness. Only the boundless bleakness and loneliness between heaven and earth remain.

Ling Mo sat down on the ground in a dejected manner.

There was also a layer of rain and mist in his eyes.

There was the sound of footsteps in the garden.

Ling Mo was startled, looked up, and saw a familiar face.

"Fifth Brother ......"

Surprised, he got up from the ground tremblingly.

"Sixth brother, don't come to ...... harm", the fifth prince looked at him and said lightly.

"The fifth brother can come, it's really a rare guest."

Ling Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Since being locked up here, except for those secret guards, there has been no living person, the Five Princes, it is the first, but will it be the last?

My heart suddenly went cold.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, so I happened to have time, so I stopped by to take a look at ......", a faint smile hung on the lips of the fifth prince, he lifted the silver kettle in his hand, and said, "Look, I know that you have a light life, and even bring your own wine." ”

Ling Mo's body stiffened.

"What? Not welcome me? ”

Seeing that Ling Mo hadn't moved for a long time, still standing by the door stupidly, the fifth prince raised his eyebrows and asked, his tone seemed to bring a little dissatisfaction. It's as if nothing has happened and nothing has changed.

"Where do you dare, the fifth brother came in person, I can't be happy." , A wry smile appeared on Ling Mo's lips, and he turned sideways and let the five princes into the house.

The rain was still pouring down.

The spring cold is steep, there is no charcoal pot indoors, and a steady stream of cold starts from the toes, slowly erodes little by little, and finally spreads throughout the body.

Two people at the table drank together.

Ling Mo took the sake that the five princes poured for him, looked at the other party deeply, tilted his neck, and then drank it.

There are too many nostalgia in this world, and the wounds are full of holes, which makes him numb.

If only this glass of wine could free him.

When he closed his eyes, a girl's beautiful face resurfaced.

Immediately afterwards, the childishness on that face gradually dissipated, alternating with another delicate face, and in the process of changing back and forth, the two faces finally overlapped, and finally froze on a face full of stubbornness.

He suddenly wanted to see her again. Even if it's just a glance.

It's a pity......

The picture of her blocking the arrow for Nangong Yi appeared in front of her. That arrow pierced the heart, and after that, there was no news of her in the palace. She's afraid it's ...... It's long gone, right?

Nangong Yi was afraid that he didn't want to keep him anymore, so he asked the fifth prince Ling Xi to see him off for the last time, which was really considerate. Who in the palace doesn't know that the relationship between the two of them was the best?

But it's good that I'm finally free.

"Sixth brother, what's wrong with you? Drink it on......"

The voice of the fifth prince suddenly sounded, and Ling Mo was startled and opened his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Ling Xi understood seven or eight points in his heart, and smiled, "Don't think too much, no one will do anything to you." ”

"Why?!"

Ling Mo seemed to fall from the clouds in an instant, frowning and questioning.

Why?

He's already like this, so why can't he get rid of it?

"Sixth brother, do you know what you are doing wrong?"

The Fifth Prince looked at him.

What's wrong?

Ling Mo thought in a daze, he didn't think he was at fault, he wasn't at fault!

He is a nobleman, he was destined to have a different fate from others when he was born, he is the emperor's concubine, that seat originally belonged to him, he just took back what belonged to him.

What's wrong?

It was his father, Nangong Yi, who was wrong, and all those who did not understand and opposed him. Those talents are really wrong. And not him.

It's just that the winner is king, and the loser is the villain.

Now that he has lost and is a prisoner, there is nothing to say.

So, he laughed, "What does Fifth Brother think I'm wrong?" ", the eyebrows and eyes are bright, just like the freshly dressed angry horse boy many years ago.

The fifth prince looked at the person sitting opposite.

Staying in the shade for a long time, coupled with the frequent and violent fluctuations in his emotions, his originally vivid face became a little pale. His eyes were dull, and the fine blue stubble loomed. The whole person looked exhausted. But even so, when I laughed, I showed an extremely morbid beauty.

"You're wrong for looking too highly of yourself."

The life of pampering and holding the moon with stars since he was a child made Ling Mo full of conceit. thought that the whole world would revolve around him, and that everything should be taken for granted.

But in this world, who would give unconditionally and purposelessly to another person for no reason? And how many things are really taken for granted rather than motivated?

"Human life is in his own hands, and no one is destined to become anything, and no one is destined to be inferior. In fact, a person's life is a process of continuous choice. Your fate depends mostly on your choices, not on others. ”

"So you chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and hang your son to escape from life?"

Ling Mo chuckled.

Even if he is now a prisoner, he doesn't need a cowardly deserter to lecture him.

"I can't help it if you think so."

The fifth prince was a little helpless.

Obviously he took a good hand, but in the end he played like this, who else can he blame except himself?

"You don't have to be ...... at all"

"So what should I do?"

The fifth prince asked rhetorically.

Is it like him, tossing himself into a person, not a ghost, not a ghost, and imprisoned in this tomb of the living dead for the rest of his life?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Dense rainwater flows down the cracks in the eaves, collects in front of the eaves, and then drops down in large drips.

The sake in the silver pot had bottomed out, and the five princes got up, intending to leave.

When he reached the door, he stopped again.

"By the way, there is news today that Princess Changyuan fled privately on the way to her relatives, accidentally fell off the cliff, met a jackal, and the flesh and blood of the bite were blurred......"

Ling Mo was tapping his fingers on the table, and when he heard this, his movements hesitated.

Are they all gone?

All gone.

He is the only one who is still alive in the tomb of the living dead.

With a wave of his hand, he directly swept all the cups on the table to the ground, and looked up again, and there were four more fierce black-clothed dark guards in the room.

"Don't worry, I won't kill myself without thinking about it." , Ling Mo lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

The sky was getting darker, and in the blink of an eye, darkness would come over him. He was not afraid, but a little irritable. He wanted to finish his life as soon as possible.

It's just that I count the days every day, and I am stared at by the secret guards day and night, and I can't even die.

How long should such a life be?

Five years later.

"With so many women, don't you have one who is satisfied?" , In the Lama Palace, Emperor Zhaoyang, who has been promoted to the Emperor Taishang, looked at the scroll in the hands of the palace people, and looked at Nangong Yi who was standing in place with an expressionless face, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

God, if the dignified king of a country does not appoint a queen, it doesn't matter, and he doesn't want concubines, and even the palace maids in the greenhouse have been removed by him, which ......

The Emperor Taishang, who was in the prime of life, looked at the young emperor in front of him with some concern. It's good not to be close to women, but it's too close to women...... He had already begun to worry about the royal heirs of the Great Cause Kingdom.

"Look at this granddaughter of Mrs. Gu, she is beautiful and slim; There is also this, the daughter of General Lu, who is heroic and heroic; And ......"

Nangong Yi listened quietly, and after listening, he silently withdrew from the Lama Temple.

The moment I walked out of the palace gate, the sky was full of red clouds.

Standing on the city tower and looking into the distance, the majestic imperial city is in full view, like a huge ink-colored chessboard, for thousands of years, how many people have fallen on it, and how many people can win in the end?

Cold stratagems, deceitful battles.

In the past, the wind was always blown away by the rain and wind, and the victory and defeat turned empty, leaving only this imperial city, standing in place, smiling and watching the vicissitudes of life.

The sunset city wall, the rain falls on the eaves.

Leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

Everything faded away, and finally turned into a little bit before his eyes, like ink stains accidentally dripping on rice paper, and disappeared after a long time.

Not only Emperor Zhaoyang, but also the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty have been talking about his marriage, not sealing the queen, not registering concubines, burying his head in government affairs all day long, cutting off the intersection with all the women in the palace, such a young emperor, let them respect, but also make them worried.

It's good not to be close to women, but it's too close to women......

In the face of these "loyal" ministers who broke their hearts for him, Nangong Yi nodded in response, but turned his head and still went his own way.

In his vague memory, he remembered who he had promised, a couple for the rest of his life, and in this life, there would be no one else except her.

But who is she?

Everyone is made up of memories, and every memory is accumulated from the past years.

He was missing a memory.

Nangong Yi stood on the city tower and looked into the distance.

Suddenly, illusions abounded, as if a piece of the world he was familiar with had been forcibly dug out, leaving only hideous wounds and empty holes.

The cold wind passed through the broken hole, penetrated through his body, and slowly tore apart bit by bit, and finally almost eroded his whole person.

Who has experienced him?

Who has he been through?

The sun was setting, and rain began to fall in the sky.

It is dripping, hitting the cornices, and gathering into a string of crystal clear water droplets.

The majestic imperial city was shrouded in spring smoke and rain, and there was a trace of Jiangnan scenery out of thin air.

Gangnam ......

He hadn't been to that place since.

A face appeared before my eyes.

He always felt that the heirs of the Qingmen Liu family were hiding something from him. Many times I wanted to talk and stopped, but in the end, I always put a smile on it.

He had been a general who had followed him, but he had lost this memory and completely forgotten his existence. And what about her?

Lin Jue, who was protected by those people in all directions, did he also know him?

Nangong Yi's eyes froze.

Suddenly, memories were overwhelming, and they came towards him from all directions like a tide. At the moment when they crowded into their minds, they seemed to be blocked by some powerful barrier and forced to flee. However, it was such a short moment, enough for him to recall everything.

The cold monarch in a dark robe immediately froze in place.

The son of a lowly retainer in the Taibu Mansion, the little apprentice who can never get along with the second lady, the oolong and misunderstanding when they first met, the trivialities in the past, the subtlety, the warmth and care that have been ignored but do exist, the hazy and ambiguous ......

The bond between the two of them seems to have started from the knife when they first met, but it didn't stop there.

Stand up when you are ridiculed, stand up when you are punished by family law, obviously care about each other, but you like to say insincere things......

There are so many that it is impossible to count.

Between meeting and getting along, the hazy atmosphere was like a monstrous flood that burst the embankment, impacting his internal organs.

The memories of childhood and juvenile memories were mixed together in an instant, but they suddenly drifted to a distant place, and under the heavy burial, the tightly sealed and impermeable memories resurfaced.

The spring is cold, and the cold wind and rain are coming.

All the memories spread out in front of his eyes, starting from the first childhood, the pictures were like watching the lanterns, and finally froze in the moment in Miyagi.

That day, she was already far away, but she turned back again and blocked an arrow that pierced his heart for him.

Memories come back silently, starting with the deepest, darkest days, passing through barriers, and finally freezing on a bright, stubborn smiling face.

The cold was in the bones, and the rain soaked his clothes.

Forcing each other inside and outside, cold wind and bitter rain.

Nangong Yi didn't seem to be aware of it, but still stood quietly on the city tower.

Suddenly, someone was standing behind him.

"This year's Kyoto has seen a lot of rain......

The fifth prince walked to the stone fence and stood side by side with him, following his gaze into the distance.

"I remember it all."

Nangong Yi couldn't help but look sideways at the people around him, and his tone was flat without a trace of waves.

The moon-white figure stood beside him, and the rain was fine, falling from between heaven and earth, and in mid-air, it fell on the robes of the two. Ling Xi's eyes paused slightly, and after a long time, he hesitated in a hoarse voice, "You...... Remembered? ”

The other party was silent.

But Ling Xi knew that he really remembered that memory.

At the beginning, in order to cover up this memory and not distract him, Emperor Zhaoyang carried out a bloodbath in the entire imperial city, and all those who knew about it went to hell overnight. And the only people who knew about it could only make a poisonous oath to keep this matter in their hearts forever and bring it into the coffin. But he didn't expect that paper couldn't contain the fire after all, and he actually remembered it himself.

That tragic memory, that person, after disappearing for a few years, was finally dragged back by him again.

It's just that what if Nangong Yi thinks about it?

Now that man ......

I'm afraid I already have my own home, right?

In this life, the most feared and powerless thing is not the four words "time passes"?

In Rongzhou City, it is still prosperous.

Nothing has changed since the fire, and new houses have long been built on the ruins, and there are many wine shops on the streets, and pedestrians, cars and horses are constantly coming.

In a school in the west of the city, a group of urchins are playing with each other.

A woman in a moon-white robe sat upright, flipping through a book, looking up at these frolicking children from time to time.

"Master, Master, why do you say that Sister Li San in Huanyi Lane next door is moving?"

It was the end of class when a little girl ran over, leaned her little body in front of the wooden table, and asked in a milky voice.

Lin Jue laughed and put down the book in his hand, "Third Sister Li didn't move, she got married." ”

"Married?" The little girl looked at her with her big ignorant eyes open without blinking.

"Yes, get married." , Lin Jue smiled.

"Master, what does it mean to be married?"

The little girl asked again.

"Getting married, ......", Lin Jue paused, "Getting married is, when you grow up in the future and meet someone you like, you want to be with him for the rest of your life; Or, your father and mother think that the son-in-law of a certain family has a good character and is compatible with you, so she invited someone to match you and let you marry him...... On the day you get married, you wear a beautiful red wedding robe, leave your home, and live in each other's house, and then the two of you will be together for a lifetime, growing old together......"

The little girl nodded knowingly, but she raised her head again, blinked her sparkling eyes and asked, "Has the master not found someone he likes yet?" ”

The sudden question made the smile on Lin Jue's face lightly.

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