In the dark and damp dungeon, I heard rats rushing from one corner to the other like thieves, and there was a sound of asking.

Song Chujiu sat curled up in the corner, leaning against the moldy wall, breathing lightly, eyelashes lowered, and dressed in white as if he had left the world independent, as if he was out of place with the surrounding scenery.

After a long time, the old gate slowly opened with a loud "squeak", Song Chujiu's eyelashes flickered, and he woke up from his dream leisurely, got up, dusted off the dirt on his body, and was about to write a poem, when someone strode in and grabbed his wrist.

Yes, Song Chujiu meditated in his heart, and the poems also need to look at the timing.

was dragged forward by the scarred man, Song Chujiu was not annoyed or asked, but there was a point of condemnation in his voice: "Why did you come at this hour?" My poetry was scared away by you. ”

The scar man looked at him with astonishment and disdain, all because he didn't expect that the first thing he said was to worry about his poetry instead of his own life.

Don't you think that the prime minister is actually a madman? The big man didn't say anything, pressed him into a dark room, and pushed him forward hard.

The heavy iron door was locked behind him, and Song Chujiu did not squint, but looked at the person in the position: "General Zuo." There was a smile on his face, no expression of surprise.

General Zuo laughed fiercely: "The prime minister is really keen, and he has already guessed that it is the old man, but what if he guesses?" Your Majesty went hunting today, and he won't come back to save you anyway...... Someone! ”

A heavy whip was whipped on Song Chujiu's body, and Song Chujiu's face did not change, as if the person who was beaten was not him.

"Lord Song, you say, why are you suffering? It's better to hand over the military order sooner, and it's good for both of us, isn't it? ”

Bloody, but Song Chujiu smiled and groaned: "Three, two, one......"

When the words fell, General Zuo suddenly changed color, sweat was pouring down on his forehead, and he wanted to kneel down, but his feet slipped and he fell directly to the ground: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty? ”

Song Chujiu looked back and saw him wearing a black cloak, standing there straight, smiling bloodthirsty, chilling.

"Hey, what's wrong with General Zuo? If you want to rebel, such a small courage is not enough. ”

The light and breezy words, like the tone of falling into an ice cellar, General Zuo trembled on the ground, and did not dare to raise his head: "Your Majesty, the minister will never ......"

Yang Zixiang raised his eyebrows: "No?" The harsh words fell, "Then why was my prime minister so seriously injured?" Come on, drag General Zuo and him out and behead me! ”

Immediately rushed in and escorted General Zuo and the person who whipped Song Chujiu just now, and after a while, two terrible howls came from outside.

The two people in the dark room turned a deaf ear, Song Chujiu was about to kneel, Yang Zixiang sighed helplessly, supported him, frowned, and said, "You obviously know that you are in poor health, but you dare to take such a risk?!" What if I don't see the letter on the table?! ”

Song Chujiu stood up straight, did not answer, but looked at the snow falling on Yang Zixiang's cloak, and asked lightly, a little distractedly: "It's snowing outside?" ”

Yang Zixiang turned his head and left, Song Chujiu strode to follow, and when he came out of the door of the dark room, he saw a corpse lying across the door, unrecognizable, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Yang Zixiang stepped over without looking, Song Chujiu lowered his head, and suddenly, a burst of warmth wrapped his whole body, raised his eyes, and looked at Yang Zixiang, who was slightly angry.

The snow reflected a dazzling light, and Song Chujiu covered his eyes with his arms.

Yang Zixiang walked a few meters away by himself, and when he didn't see Song Chujiu's figure, he was a little annoyed, and turned back suddenly.

I saw that the stranger was like jade, and the son was unparalleled.

Song Chujiu had a long body, and there were blood spots on the corners of his black cloak, which were inadvertently stained just now.

A sharp north wind swept by, and Song Chujiu's inky black hair was immediately covered with a thin layer of snow.

Here, Yang Zixiang was stunned, and over there, Song Chujiu stretched out his hand and watched a white snowflake spin and fall into the palm of his hand, gradually melting into a drop of crystal water, and he was also distracted.

In a trance, I went back to that snowy night ten years ago.

"Ah Jiu, come with me."

"Daddy...... What's going on? ”

He was sleepy, but when he saw his father's serious and solemn face, he immediately woke up eight points.

The father shook his head, and he immediately sensibly stopped asking.

A pair of warm and generous hands supported his small body, and he hid in his father's arms, as if separated from the cold wind into two worlds.

The temperature in his father's arms was too high, burning his face red, and he was faintly struggling.

His father noticed his movements and stroked his hair with his hand: "Ah Jiu, let Dad hug you again......"

Every child has something called "intuition", and it is often a thousand times more sensitive than adults, and what Song Chujiu feels at this moment is called "ominous", so he subconsciously hugged his father's back tightly.

After traveling for several miles against the wind, I don't know how long later, my father stopped next to a temple, hugged Song Chujiu hard, almost nervously, and finally put him on the ground.

Song Chujiu raised his head, crumbling, shabby and dilapidated, and the roof was already overwhelmed by the thick layer of snow, and it was about to collapse at the touch.

Song Chujiu walked in for unknown reasons, he didn't know at that time that these few steps would frame his life.

When I went in, I found that although the temple seemed to be vulnerable on the outside, it was enough to shelter from the wind and rain and keep warm.

The first thing Song Chujiu saw was a child sitting at the table, wearing a yellow robe, and now he doesn't know what he has experienced, and he is already full of dust.

Even though his clothes were like this, even though he seemed to be smaller than Song Chujiu, he was lazily leaning on the edge of the table, supporting the table with his elbows, and his eyebrows were raised, which already faintly brought out a sense of oppression.

Moreover, he always felt a little familiar, Song Chujiu couldn't help but be stunned, until someone called him, and then he reacted.

"Ahem, that's what ...... Ahem, Ah Jiu, right? ”

The kind voice was coughing slightly, and Song Chujiu looked at the place where the voice came from with some apologies, and he hadn't noticed that there were still people over there before......

After seeing the appearance of the person on the bed, Song Chujiu suddenly changed color, and immediately "pounced" and knelt down: "See Your Majesty, please forgive Your Majesty." ”

His Majesty was lying on the bed, his face was pale, he nodded, his mouth opened as if he wanted to speak, and he coughed again, and his face as white as paper was finally dyed with color, and there was an abnormal flush, and he couldn't speak, so he had to raise his hand slightly.

Shriveled and old, skinny as firewood, with bulging green tendons, Song Chujiu lowered his head and didn't look at it, knowing what His Majesty meant, he stood up and stood aside with his head bowed.

Seeing His Majesty, the picture left in the memory of the childish boy gradually became clear, and Song Chujiu lowered his head and spit out two words silently.

This raise of his hand, as if he had exhausted all his majesty's strength, he closed his eyes weakly, and there was silence, only the sound of the wind outside, whirring.

After a long time, His Majesty finally spoke lightly, still with his eyes closed, his voice was weak, and he said to Song Chujiu's father.

"Huai Yuan...... I'm afraid I'm dying...... Prince, Sheji...... I'll leave it to you......"

Song Huaiyuan had been silent, and when he heard this, he suddenly knelt beside the bed, prostrate on the ground, touched the ground with his forehead, and wept blood every word: "Your Majesty, the minister is determined to be worthy of his mission!" ”

There is a sound on the ground, such a strong liver and gall, there is a tendency to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods, and in the small room, it suddenly becomes scorching, which is the scorching heart of a child.

His Majesty smiled slightly, and he could vaguely glimpse the vigor of the year from the face that had already gone through vicissitudes.

opened his lips, as if talking to himself, as if announced: "Qing'er, I'm going to find you......"

After that, this once decisive emperor, with a trace of satisfaction and pure smile on his face, his breathing gradually weakened, and he died suddenly.

Later, there are documents in the world that record: "In the first year of Jingde, Jianchou, the first emperor collapsed, it was Chen, there was a star falling from the west, and another star rose from the east, and the Ming Dynasty was very before." ”

Yang Zixiang finally got up from the table, the moonlight cast on his face, light and dark intertwined, his hands behind his back, his raised head was unruly, and he had the spirit of a dragon and a phoenix.

Song Huaiyuan looked at him with appreciation: "Prince, let's go." ”

Yang Zixiang nodded, but when Song Huaiyuan bowed down and signaled "please", he suddenly turned sideways and raised his hand: "Wait." ”

In the direction he was facing stood Song Chujiu.

Yang Zixiang paced in front of Song Chujiu, although Yang Zixiang's face looked more immature, but the two were of similar height, standing and staring at each other, and the air was inexplicably filled with a smell of gunsmoke.

Song Huaiyuan stood up straight, silently watching the two children in front of him confront, Yang Zixiang condescendingly squinted, Song Chujiu was neither humble nor arrogant, and after a long silence, Yang Zixiang finally smiled coldly and said:

"Do you know who I am?"

Song Chujiu's expression did not change: "The prince of a country." ”

Yang Zixiang turned around and walked a few steps to the side, then turned his head to look at Song Chujiu, looking very arrogant: "Knowing that I am the prince of the country, you don't want to salute?" ”

Song Chujiu lowered his eyes, and he didn't have a-for-tat, but simply lifted his clothes and knelt down, arching his hands, but his back was still very straight: "See the prince." ”

The words are as clear as ever, but in today's situation, it is a little awkward.

This level of carefulness, Song Huaiyuan can understand it at a glance, maybe the words of the language game are a little obscure, but after all, the two of them are a five-year-old and a six-year-old child, and their tone and expression are difficult to control very well, and what they think in their hearts is obvious in front of him.

The situation is very obvious, Yang Zixiang deliberately emphasized the "prince of the country", obviously claiming to be the future monarch, but Song Chujiu went against him and deliberately emphasized the prince, I wonder if the prince will be annoyed?

The tall ancient Buddha in the shadow behind him looked a little terrifying, Yang Zixiang stood in the darkness, his dark eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, looked at Song Chujiu who was kneeling on the ground, glanced at him fiercely, and left angrily.

Song Chujiu Qingjun stood up, and a flash of laughter flashed across the corners of his mouth.

In the snowy night, Yang Zixiang rode his horse and whipped it, the sound of the horse's hooves was audible, and the yellow robe hunted in the wind.

Song Chujiu and Song Huaiyuan rode on the same horse, leaning on his father's arms, Song Chujiu looked at Yang Zixiang's back in front of him, pursed his lips and asked lightly: "Dad, his father just died, why can he be so casual?" ”

Song Huaiyuan was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Song Chujiu to ask like this, hesitated for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "Are you just making things difficult for him for this?" ”