"Let's talk about King Jin's token, why did you hesitate, and in the end I asked Ah Yu to put the token in the princess's room?" Dao Yan does not forgive.

Redstone looks out at a clump of sunflowers in the distance, and its brilliant golden color attracts many bees and butterflies chasing around them.

Sunflowers are content, bees are joyful, and butterflies are happy.

There should be no conspiracy and no killing in the world of love.

Redstone accidentally fulfilled Guanyin Nu and Zhu Yi, he didn't want to defile the beautiful petals, and cruelly plucked the fruit that was about to bear.

But he was in the midst of the stormy seas, and was pushed forward by a huge force. How could he stop? Will he be trapped in his own incompetence and timidity and eventually wither?

For so many years, revenge has been the meaning of his life. Even if there was a faint flicker of light in his dark world, that light would eventually be swallowed up by endless darkness.

"Redstone, Redstone, you've changed your routine now, and you're going to use a daze to perfunctory me, right?"

Dao Yan touched his gray beard, as if there were a thousand ways to see through the red stone in his beard.

"No, Master, you've thought too much. We are allies, and our goals are aligned. Redstone shifted his gaze to Dao Yan's face and grinned helplessly.

"By the way, why is King Jin's token in your hand?" Dao Yan did not let go of any doubts.

"I stole it."

"When?"

"After King Jin poured his anger on His Highness."

"Gifts are still exchanged!" Dao Yan nodded with satisfaction.

Ten Lixiang Restaurant, the innermost box in the south. Uncle Wu is playing the piano, and what he is playing today is the Jin Dynasty writer Yuan Haowen's "Buju Waijia East Garden".

Chonggang has been cut off from the red dust, and the village is more prosperous.

Move to the middle, far away in the window, and grow pine behind the house.

Ten years of planting wood, one year of grain, all paid children.

The old man is the only one who wakes up to the bright moon and gets drunk with a fresh breeze.

The fragrance of the real incense and the sound of the guqin are lingering, and the players and listeners are intoxicated.

At the end of the song, Nong Tieshu clapped his hands and said: "Whether it is playing the impassioned "Bufu Lao", or the tranquil "Buju Waijia East Garden", it is displayed like a picture scroll in the sound of Uncle Wu's piano. I'm yearning for the life of Buju now! ”

"Alas! Decades have passed, and I have long forgotten what it feels like, and I can only rely on the sound of the piano to reminisce. ”

The Lord's hand rested on the strings, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Far away in the window, long pine behind the house, this is not bad, just wake up the bright moon, drunk and fresh breeze, is this good? Isn't this idleness, idleness, and a waste of life? ”

Liang, who couldn't blend in with the sound of the piano, seemed to have been forgotten by Uncle Wu and Nong Tieshu, and he hurriedly expressed his opinion.

After clarifying his feelings, Liang has changed a lot, he is no longer as indifferent as before, and hopes to integrate into Nong Tieshu's world.

"Life is only worth giving in the clear world, otherwise it is to help and abuse, it is better to enjoy the inexhaustible gift of the Creator." Uncle Wu said.

"Well, that's a good point, Uncle Wu. However, we seem to be dormant in recent times. ”

Nong Tieshu picked up the sword placed on the table, let it fall to his feet, and then kicked it back into his hand, playing with the sword in his hand to show that he was bored.

"Hehe, Tie Shu, you really can't be idle, let Liang accompany you." Uncle Wu said with a smile.

The cool face turned red in the blink of an eye, like a hibiscus out of the water.

"Lord, is there any mission that came to us today?" Ryo hurriedly got down to business and avoided areas he wasn't good at. He knew that his mouth was as stupid as a piece of pig iron when he was talking.

"I called you here today just to listen to the piano, and there is no task for the time being."

A joy from the heart, with a certain hope, spurted out of Uncle Wu's eyes and permeated his entire face, his whole body, and the whole room.

"Little brother is doing a good job, we can just watch from afar."

Zhu Shangbing looked up at the blue sky.

The sky is no different from a few months ago, even clearer and bluer.

One after another white clouds like cotton wool hurried by, without hesitation and without nostalgia.

He pulled a token from his bosom, like a blazing flame and like a piercing ice, laughing at him and making him restless.

Zhu Shangbing didn't know what to do? He didn't find King Jin, he didn't find his mother.

He wanted to tell his younger brother Zhu Shanglie that his younger brother always had more ways than himself, but he had some scruples.

His younger brother Zhu Shanglie has a very different personality from him, as his name suggests, with a strong personality and a short temper. If he learns that King Jin has captured his mother, he may do something irrational.

Besides, as an elder brother, Zhu Shangbing can't accept pushing a tricky matter to his younger brother.

But he can't pretend that nothing has happened, filial piety comes first, if he doesn't even care about his mother, then what's the point of being alive?

Zhu Shangbing sighed heavily, took heavy steps, and walked towards the temple.

Zhu Shangbing wanted to pour out his troubles to his father, although his father never had the time and patience to listen to his heart when he was alive, he believed that his father underground would not look at his eldest son at a loss.

The temple on the southeast side of the palace is quiet and gray. It is lined with green bamboos on three sides, and the bright green of the green bamboos not only does not bring life to the temple, but blocks the sunlight, making the temple more solemn and solemn.

Zhu Shangbing stood at the foot of the steps, staring at the turquoise silhouette and vermilion walls of the temple.

When he was a child, he always thought that a ghost with long hair, no eyes, and no nose would suddenly stick out of the door, and if he was disobedient, the ghost would pull him by the hair and hang him on the beam.

At this point he hoped that he would feel fear, that fear would hide his powerlessness, and that fear did not mean that there was no way out.

A muffled cry pierced through the darkness and reached Zhu Shangbing's ears.

Zhu Shangbing looked at it, and there was no ghostly head sticking out of the door, but the voice really existed. It's intermittent and whispering.

Zhu Shangbing walked briskly on the steps and walked into the temple.

A stout figure knelt in front of Guanyinnu's tablet and sobbed, his hands propped up on the ground, his head buried between his arms, and his body twitched slightly.

"Shang Yeol!" Zhu Shangbing stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and stretched out a hand on Zhu Shanglie's back.

Zhu Shanglie raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked at it for a long time before he recognized Zhu Shangbing.

"Big brother......" Zhu Shanglie wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "Why are you here?" ”

"I ...... Let's take a look at the father ......" Zhu Shangbing hesitated to say "father and mother", and in the end he only said "father". The princess is still alive in this world, and he can't say anything.

"Father?" Zhu Shanglie glared at Zhu Shangbing, "You didn't come to see your mother, but you went to see your father, what is there to see about your father?" ”

"Shhhh This is Jongmyo Temple! Don't talk nonsense! Zhu Shangbing desperately suppressed his voice, and the blood rushed to his neck, drowning his entire face.

"I'm not talking nonsense," Zhu Shanglie said unrelentingly, but his voice was much quieter, "Since I was a child, my father has never looked at our brothers, including my mother. How much has the mother concubine been wronged, my father only loves that little goblin, the three of us are superfluous in his eyes, and he can't wait to drive us out of the palace! ”

Zhu Shangbing didn't speak for a long time, what Zhu Shanglie said was the truth, and he also resented it.

However, his forgiveness was much stronger than resentment, and he believed that there would always be a moment when his father was alive when he felt sorry for his mother and the two brothers, and there was always a moment when he sincerely wanted to be good to them.

"It's all gone, and my father is already in the ground, so don't remember those old things anymore."

In his eyes, there was the comfort that the eldest brother gave to the younger brother, and there was a little less convincing comfort.

"Hmph, I don't want to mention him at all!" Zhu Shanglie turned his head and quietly looked at the tablet of the concubine.

"Shang Yeol, why did you come to the Jongmiao today?" Zhu Shangbing asked.

"I dreamed of my mother last night, she was underground with her father, she was very pitiful, and her father was even worse to her, he said that it was his mother who killed him." Zhu Shanglie's tears burst out of his eyes again.

"Shang Lie, this ...... Just a dream......"

Zhu Shangbing has never seen his adult brother so sad, as if he has returned to his childhood, and an urge to protect his younger brother has surged in his heart.

"Actually...... In fact, the mother concubine ......"

"The mother didn't kill her father, it was her father who killed her mother, and it was he who killed her mother and wanted to be martyred for him!"

Zhu Shanglie glared viciously in the direction where Zhu Zhang's tablet was placed, and he wanted to spit again.

"Shang Yeol!" Zhu Shangbing couldn't control it anymore, he didn't want his younger brother to be sad, and he didn't want his younger brother to resent his father even more.

"Mother...... Not dead! The secret came out like a bullet, and the swelling pressure in Zhu Shangbing's heart disappeared in an instant, but it was soon replaced by helplessness.

Shang Lie knew that his mother would definitely get to the bottom of it after she didn't die, should he tell the truth? Will Sangyeol make any out-of-the-ordinary moves?

He hung his head weakly, not daring to meet his brother's eyes.

"What? Big brother, you say it again! Zhu Shanglie grabbed Zhu Shangbing's arm tightly, like clamping a prey.

There was a raging fire in his eyes, and there were tears in his moist eyes.

Zhu Shangbing bit his lip and did not speak.

"The mother is not dead, is she not? The mother didn't die, did she? Zhu Shanglie shook Zhu Shangbing's body violently, Zhu Shangbing was out of breath, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Ahh The mother is not dead! The mother is not dead! Snot and tears poured out at the same time, and Zhu Shanglie was as happy as a child.

"Big brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? I dream of my mother every day, I ......"

Tears also moistened Zhu Shangbing's eyes, how wonderful the happiness shared with his relatives was. He put his brother on the shoulder, and made him lie on his shoulder, crying and indulging in joy.