(Don't worry, Sister Hai is affected, the plot outline and tone of the whole book have long been set, everyone can just look at the title of this volume.) People who think that I am being influenced by others are actually unconsciously influenced themselves, so they associate some comments when they see certain plots. I will not change the original setting because of the opinions of individual readers, and of course, I will not deliberately not write Nie Duo in order to avoid suspicion, the nature of the two is the same. This is what my book expresses, and it is also my own outlook on life and morality, whether the reader agrees with it or not, it is the reader's business to decide how to write, but it is my own business, even if I feel that Xiaobai is Sister Hai herself, Xiaobai has nothing to do with any reader. ）

At the crossroads, the Liyang Mansion carriage that passed by was the eldest princess of Liyang herself. She had just arrived outside the city gates, sent off the last child beside her, and sent him to the rivers and lakes to carry his father's remains thousands of miles away in the poor mountains and rivers. Xie Bi is different from his brother Xiao Jingrui, he is a complete son of a family, and his impression of the rivers and lakes is nothing more than scenery and legends.

The only person who saw him off from outside the South Vietnam Gate was Yan Yujin. It may not be that this is the state of the world, but at least no one wants to pay more attention to them anymore.

Before leaving, Xie Bi repeatedly asked Yan Yujin to visit his mother, his words were earnest, and his expression was calm. After the storm, this once famous son has matured a lot. Under the cover of those bizarre events, many people ignored Xie Bi's pain, but in fact, he lost no less than anyone else. Without a door, there is no future. Brothers are separated, lovers are broken. The father who once admired him so much now left him with only a lifetime of stigma. But in the face of such earth-shaking changes. But he couldn't be depressed or depressed, because he had to take care of his mother, who was getting weak.

Xie Bi has never been the favorite child of the eldest princess of Liyang. But when the catastrophe came, he proved himself to be the most trustworthy child. He had to take care of the mess left over from a collapsed dungeon, clean up his belongings, and dismiss his servants; He had to keep an eye on his mother's emotional ups and downs and accompany her through sleepless nights of suffering; He buried his sister. Sending off his half-brother, he comforted his younger brother, who was studying at the Mountain Academy, and tried to minimize the impact of the disaster on Xie Xu. And at this moment, he had to pack a little and travel a long way to escort his father's coffin back home.

As the prince of the Marquis of Ningguo, Xie Bi originally received all the upbringing that he had received was how to inherit the lintel, but now he was dealing with a situation that he had never thought of before. So Yan Yujin said very sincerely when seeing him off: "Xie Bi." I underestimated you before. ”

After sending away the last child, the tears in the eyes of the eldest princess of Liyang had dried up. She politely declined, saying that Yujin wanted to go with her, and asked to sit alone in the empty carriage. Back to his own house, which he can no longer call home. In terms of treatment, the eldest princess has all the offerings as before. Look around. Luxury can still be in the depths of the heart. But she felt that she was so poor that she had nothing, and that the people and feelings that were precious and cherished in her heart had left her. Look at the Chinese network all the way

Since she was a child, her grandmother came over. Change her light silk clothes and untie the bun so that she can lie on the couch as comfortably as possible. Two maids half-knelt in front of their knees, gently beating her waist and legs, and the other maid held a feather fan in her hand to bring a breeze, a jade cup filled with dew, and musk was burned under the window, and the luxury and wealth were still as usual, except for the emptiness and sadness in the bottom of her heart.

The fierceness and strength that were once unbearable could not withstand such a loss of affection, love, husband, and children...... After cutting with a knife, I forgot the pain until I cut it, leaving only numbness and fragility.

"The princess has a bowl of soothing soup, right?" Mama persuaded in a low voice, her eyes full of pity and worry. I couldn't bear to deepen the worry of the old man Bai, Liyang barely cheered up a little and said: "Okay, let me drink it myself, rest, I'll be quiet alone." ”

The old lady motioned to the maid to put down the soup bowl, led them all to retreat, and after a quarter of an hour, she came in quietly, and saw that the soup bowl was empty, and the princess on the long couch was sleeping peacefully, and her expression was quite peaceful, so she put her mind down slightly, trembled, and helped the little girl to really rest.

At the end of summer, the sound of cicadas is already low, and the autumn song has not started, and the surroundings are as silent as water. The eldest princess of Liyang didn't like to have people around when she was resting, so the palace maids all retreated after putting down the curtains, and stood outside the palace door, and only the eldest princess on the couch was left in the whole room. In a quiet silence, the curtain of the side door of the west chamber suddenly moved, a slender and light figure flashed in, like a cat with its claws silent, and suddenly floated to the side of the couch, first squatted down to observe the person on the couch, and then gently moved the hand of the eldest princess of Liyang on her waist with her fingertips and lifted the placket. On the white middle coat, a bright yellow sachet tied to the belt was very conspicuous, and the visitor immediately looked happy, and hurriedly reached out to untie the ribbon on the sachet.

Although the appearance of this sachet is very ordinary, but on the belt carefully tied a number of dead knots, the comer tried to untie it, and then took out a short dagger from the sleeve, and was about to cut the ribbon, suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, very fierce, panicked, hurriedly turned back to dodge, just on the side shoulder, was hit in the back, the whole body flew out of several feet away, hit the vermilion pillar and fell, immediately vomited blood, unconscious.

This movement was not trivial, but not only did the maids outside the hall rush in, but the sleeping eldest princess of Liyang was also awakened, and she turned over and sat up violently. But before she could see everything around her, a pair of broad and steady hands held her body, and a familiar gentle voice sounded in her ears at the same time: "Mother, are you okay?" ”

The eldest princess of Liyang trembled all over, fixed her gaze, and looked at the face in front of her in a daze. It's darker, thinner, and his eyes are calmer and more steady, but his eyebrows are still the most beloved child.

The child who carried more favoritism, more hurt and more guilt.

"Jing Rui......" As soon as the name was spit out between his lips, tears that had already dried up poured out from his lips. Hugged him tightly in his arms and never wanted to let go.

"Yes. It's me ......," Xiao Jingrui patted his mother's back, and although the circles under her eyes were red, she was still smiling. In the past, when peace and prosperity were common. The sparse and polite relationship between mother and son is now after the catastrophe. It's so intimate like flesh and blood.

"Jing Rui, it's good if you go back a day earlier," a burst of tears fell, the eldest princess of Liyang took a breath and relaxed her arms slightly. looked at his son's face, "Bi'er went out of Qianzhou today, you can't see him......"

"I've heard from the butler. It doesn't matter, he's helped the spirit, and he'll be back soon. Xiao Jingrui wiped the tears on his mother's cheeks with his sleeve and said softly: "I will always be with you until the second brother comes back." ”

Just this ordinary sentence actually caused the eldest princess of Liyang to cry again and again. After finally holding back, she was still staring at her son. He refused to turn his eyes more, and Zhou didn't have enough to look up and down. Xiao Jingrui was able to stabilize his mind better than her, and at this time he had already remembered the person who was knocked away by his palm just now. I hurriedly got up and saw that it was a woman dressed as a maid. He was badly wounded. The palace maids who were still lying next to the spot did not know why. No one dared to touch her. "What's going on with Jing Rui?" The eldest princess of Liyang then stood up and walked over to take a look.

"I don't know. Because I heard that my mother was resting, I didn't let anyone report when I came in, and I happened to see her pulling out a dagger in front of my mother's bed, and in a hurry, she shot harder. Xiao Jingrui carefully examined the woman's injuries, frowned, and said, "It seems that she can't wake up for a while, and she looks a little familiar, is it an old person in the house?" The lady who was in charge of the princess's mansion had already replied that this woman was a waitress who had served in the mansion for three years, which made Xiao Jingrui more and more puzzled, and muttered to himself: "She has been in this mansion for so long, if she is simply for assassination, there are so many opportunities, how can she delay until today?" ”

The eldest princess of Liyang couldn't help frowning slightly: "I'm an insignificant person now, who would want to assassinate me?" Jing Rui, are you sure that when you saw her, she was about to kill me, Xiao Jingrui's eyes were slightly condensed, and she flashed back to the quick glance at that time, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and asked, "Mother, do you have anything on your waist?" ”

"My waist?" The eldest princess of Liyang slowly stroked her waist, her fingertips brushed the smooth silk surface of the sachet, and her face was slightly pale, "Only...... That's all there is to it...... You know, thank you...... A handwritten letter from him when he left......"

Hearing her mention the handwritten letter, Xiao Jingrui instantly recalled the situation at that time, and his heart suddenly sank, and he hurriedly said: "What is the content of the handwritten book, has my mother read it?" ”

The eldest princess shook her head a little weakly, "The reason why I kept this handwritten book for him is just because of his entrustment to save his life." I don't want to read it..."

Xiao Jingrui was also not interested in the secrets that Xie Yu might leave behind. Because the more he knew, the more pain he felt, and the consequence of the old stains being dug up was unbearable torment and torment, which he knew better than anyone else. However, the current situation is that someone has already done something about this posthumous manuscript, and if he does not find out the contents of it, it is difficult to guess who the enemy is, and he is not sure how dangerous the current situation is, so he thought twice and still dismissed all the subordinates in the room.

"Jing Rui, do you want to see it?" The eldest princess of Liyang held his hand.

"Your safety is more important, knowing who is involved in the handwriting, and knowing what to do. If the mother really doesn't want to know the child, she will be alone. ”

The eldest princess of Liyang smiled faintly, lowered her head, opened the sachet on her waist, took out the ink-stained silk scarf, and said softly: "If you want to see it, let's watch it together." If it's another old wound, it's better for two to bear than one. ”

Xiao Jingrui stretched out his hand to take the silk scarf, sat down beside his mother, and shook the towel flat. The mother and son respectively held the two corners of the silk scarf and looked at it carefully from the head. At first, the two of them just looked a little solemn, but when they looked at it, the blood on their faces gradually faded into a miserable white, and a long scarf fluttering in their hands seemed to weigh 10,000 catties.

Xiao Jingrui gritted his teeth tightly, picked up the corner of the towel that his mother had thrown away, spread it in his palm, and insisted on reading the last word. Before reading the handbook, he had imagined that he would see something terrifying, but after reading it, he realized that his previous preparations were useless. The words that rushed to his face made the blood in his whole body freeze into an icy shiver, and he repeatedly jumped from head to toe, clenching his heart tighter and tighter each time. After that night of breaking off love, Xiao Jingrui thought that there was nothing that could easily shake his emotions. But the truth revealed by this thin towel today is completely different from his personal life pain, another hell, a deeper, darker, more vile and shameless hell, a hell full of blood, hatred, misery and indignation.

In this hellish furnace, a generation of virtuous kings, a generation of famous marshals and 70,000 loyal souls were buried, the most dazzling and brightest young man in the imperial capital of Jinling was buried, and the hope for ideals and clarity in the hearts of countless people was buried.

The silky and smooth silk scarf should have a cool touch, but when Xiao Jingrui rubbed it in his palm, he clearly felt a burning flame, burning in the veins of his limbs, as if he was about to burn all the internal organs.

The eldest princess of Liyang, who had fallen on the couch, whimpered lowly, barely able to breathe. Sister Jin Yang's blood that overflowed the jade steps seemed to be soaked in front of her eyes again, dyeing everything in sight bright red and washing it forever.

Xiao Jingrui reached out and grabbed his mother's thin shoulders and turned her to himself. The moment the mother and son met their eyes, they had already read each other's thoughts.

"No, no......" The eldest princess of Liyang grabbed her son's arm in horror and was covered in cold sweat, "This case is handled by His Majesty personally, what can you do?" What can you do? ”

Xiao Jingrui stared at his mother, his gaze fixed without the slightest shaking.

"Mother...... I don't know what I can do, I just know ...... I can't do nothing in the face of such a truth......"