The eunuch crouched two steps in front of Fang Qingchen, almost incoherently: "The slaves are not well cared for, let ...... Let the Emperor hit his head. ”

Fang Qingchen frowned, but the eunuch lying on the ground naturally couldn't see his face, just sweating there: "The Emperor...... The Emperor has spoken......"

Fang Qingchen's body stiffened imperceptibly.

"The minions just helped the Emperor Taishang, and before they could call the imperial doctor, the Emperor Taishang spoke. He was calling Fang Hou, he shouted that he killed Fang Hou, and he kept asking where the minions hid Fang Hou's body. ”

The more the eunuch spoke, the more flustered he became: "The emperor's shouting is very chaotic, but his mind is not crazy, but no matter how we explain it, he doesn't believe that Fang Hou is not dead, he keeps saying that he killed Fang Hou, he ...... He kept struggling to hit the wall and hit the pillar, and now he broke the vase placed in the palace, and he was about to cut his veins and neck when he held the broken porcelain...... There are six or seven minions, and they still can't stop ......"

He raised his head and wanted to beg the de facto first person of the Chu State how they should deal with it next, but there was only silence in front of him.

Fang Qingchen has long been nowhere to be seen.

Hearing the eunuch say that Chu Ruohong was calling him, Fang Qingchen didn't listen anymore, and directly swept up and went to Ganning Palace.

Several palaces are coming in a blink of an eye, and outside the Ganning Palace, there are few people.

This revered, but also confined Imperial Palace, has always been the most deserted place in the palace.

In the Ganning Palace, there is a world of its own. The imperial doctor is stationed, and the palace people are on duty. And outside this Ganning Palace, whether it is the patrolling guards or the people who come and go to the underground palace, they have always just walked away from the lonely palace wall.

No outsiders heard the strange sounds in Ganning Palace, except for Fang Qingchen.

His martial arts skills are far superior to ordinary people, so he can already hear the hoarse and miserable voice clearly outside the Ganquan Palace.

"Let go of me! Let me go! I'm going to find Light Dust. ”

Fang Qingchen was really angry. If he was hit hard, he couldn't hold his breath, and fell directly from the air during the flying, his face pale.

The crazy and poignant voice, hoarse and jerky, almost silent. However, Fang Qingchen was too familiar with this voice, therefore. He knew very well who the pitched, shrill and harsh voice that had changed its tone actually belonged to.

Fang Qingchen looked at the palace gate in front of him steadily, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the voice on the other side of the door, calling frantically.

"Let go of me! Get out of here! You forced me to kill Light Dust, and now you hide him again. Don't let me go to him? Get out of here! Only Qingchen will care about me and care about me, I don't need you to pretend to be like this...... Let go of my ...... I...... I will fill you ...... Full of ...... Let go of my ......"

The voice was so familiar. It seems that it has been imprinted in my heart for many years. Just listen to a syllable, half a word, and he can know that it is that person. Calling him.

The voice was so unfamiliar, he had never heard him so frightened and terrified after so many years of companionship. Terrible scream.

Only that day...... Only when he plucked out his heart, he had heard the man's cry like madness. However, only for a moment.

For a moment, the heart that had left his chest stopped beating in his own hand. His soul returned to Xiaolou, and he never looked back at the desperate destruction recorded in Xiaolou, and never listened to the endless call in the computer.

It was only now that he could hear his wailing and wailing in its entirety, his despair and panic, his helplessness and remorse.

Fang Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were calm.

He walked forward step by step, without hurry, without stopping, without hesitation.

"Why are you holding me back? You lied to me! Liar! Light dust is dead, he's dead! He gave me his heart, but I killed him, I want to find Qingchen, I want to be with Qingchen, don't stop me, I beg you, don't stop me......"

From anger, to madness, to pleading. All that man wanted was a death, a liberation, a quest, a slim hope to be together.

Who is responsible for whom, who is harming whom?

Was it Chu Ruohong's weakness and suspicion that gave Fang Qingchen the final blow, or Fang Qingchen's indifference and ruthlessness that ruined everything for Chu Ruohong.

Fang Qingchen's face was calm, just like stopping water. He walked into the palace gate, and he looked at the imperial garden, which was in chaos.

The man's hair was in disarray, and his clothes were scattered. The body is scarlet, and the forehead is covered by messy hair, and there are faint blood stains. He clutched the sharp porcelain pieces with both hands, and drop after drop of blood slipped between his fingers.

The old local physician stood aside at a loss, six or seven palace people, desperately trying to die, hugging the legs of the legs, grasping the grips of the grasp, pressing the shoulders of the shoulders, and hugging the waist. With so many people working together, it still couldn't stop that person from struggling frantically. The three eunuchs tried their best to break his fingers, but they couldn't snatch the porcelain piece from which he had injured himself.

Several people were entangled in this way, shaking and rolling, stirring up smoke and dust, and blood was dripping.

"Emperor Taishang, let go, let go first! This is a matter of succession, the minions will tell you slowly, and the minions will tell you! ”

"Emperor Taishang, Fang Hou is really not dead, he is not dead, he was a stand-in when he died. You let go first, and let the slave serve you to change your clothes and heal your injuries, so that you can ask Fang Hou to come to see you......"

No one noticed Fang Qingchen's arrival, and Fang Qingchen didn't rush up immediately to rescue the person who wanted to kill himself for him.

He just stood quietly watching the chaos, watching the young man with his hair covered in blood, constantly struggling to destroy his life.

Chu Ruohong woke up. Even though his mental perception seemed to be stuck on the blood-spattered palace many years ago, he had finally woken up from the madness and chaos.

Is this world really always so legendary and ridiculous, so many panaceas, so many painstaking efforts, over the years, are of no use. And this crazy dementia. Lost in memory and confused, it turned out that all he needed was a simple blow to the head to heal him and wake him up.

Fang Qingchen smiled a little peculiarly, I don't know if he was laughing at himself, that smile was as cold as frost.

He said lightly: "Let him go." ”

This voice, the tone is extremely flat, but it is chaotic. A group of eunuchs and palace maids, but they all heard it clearly and clearly. Although the voice was indifferent, it seemed to contain an irreversible power, and everyone didn't even understand who gave the order, as if they were enchanted, and at the same time let go of their hands.

As soon as Chu Ruohong was free, the porcelain piece in his hand. He wiped it heavily on his neck.

But Fang Qingchen just stood in place and called softly: "Ruohong." ”

This shout was actually very soft, neither shouting loudly, nor secretly using internal strength.

However, the crazy boy heard it.

He didn't have time to stop his hand, but the strength between his fingers was gone, porcelain pieces. It was just that there was another deep blood mark on his neck.

The boy's hand rested stiffly on his neck. Slowly, slowly, almost stiffly, he rolled his eyes.

Finally, he saw Fang Qingchen.

。 It's as long as a hundred years, as quiet as death.

In this suffocating silence, the boy stood up very slowly, very slowly. Slowly, very slowly, drooped down the blood-stained hand. Between the loose hair, the scarring blood, were his deep, almost ghostly eyes.

He stared blankly ahead, at the man.

Then, he called softly: "Light dust! ”

It was so light, so soft, that even he might not be able to hear it clearly.

However, everyone knew exactly what he was calling and who he was calling.

Fang Qingchen just stood quietly in place, looking at him, without speaking, without moving, without expression.

Chu Ruohong gently stretched out his hand forward, and the five fingers of two or three people couldn't be broken easily, and the porcelain pieces stained with his blood fell on the soft ground, with only a very light and dull sound.

Blood dripped between his fingers, and he didn't realize it, he just stretched out his arm as best he could, spread his five fingers, and pushed forward as hard as he could, as if in this way, he could touch the man who was standing more than ten paces away.

However, the man did not move, ignored, did not come forward, did not respond.

"Light Dust!" He shouted again, raising his voice slightly, and staggered forward.

Seven or eight people couldn't stop his frantic struggle just now, but now, when everyone retreated, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and even standing and walking was barely enough.

He stumbled all the way forward, stumbling several times, stumbling several times, dripping blood all the way.

He stared at the figure all the way, calling the name that never stopped thousands of times.

"Light Dust!" His voice grew clearer.

"Light Dust!" His call became clear from the low.

He couldn't see the ground beneath his feet, he couldn't see the blood he was dripping, he couldn't see the scars all over his body, and he couldn't see the shocked eyes of everyone around him. In the sky and on the ground, Cangyu Hongchen, he only saw that person, his clothes were as white as snow, his frost eyes were like snow, his face was like snow, and his heart was as cold as snow.

"Light Dust!" One after another, but there was no answer, and he moved forward again and again, but he didn't see the man move. His voice grew bitter and desperate.

He approached him step by step, his hands reaching out to him together, but there were three points of hope and seven points of fear in his eyes.

What does he want?

But the man gently reached out and took his hand?

But the man smiled slightly, and melted the frost and snow in the world?

But the man smiled and spoke, as he had done many years ago, and called him softly, Ruohong.

What was he afraid of? But such a face is nothing more than ashes, such flesh and blood, just smoke and dust. But this living person standing in front of him is just another dream that he will never wake up from in his crazy fantasy world.

The next moment, he touched him.

The softness of flesh and blood, the tenderness of flesh and blood, the existence of life and reality.

He opened his mouth with a bang, and suddenly he couldn't call out the name, he tried very hard to make the corners of his mouth go up, and smiled, but found that the muscles on his face were no longer willing to obey his command.

He approached very slowly, very slowly, leaning against that chest, closing his eyes, tilting his head slightly, looking for the beating of life in the man's left chest.

It's his heart that's beating, it's still his. Is it Fang Qingchen or Chu Ruohong who is alive?

He opened his arms very slowly, and suddenly hugged the body with all his might, and then, finally, he finally called out the voice: "Light dust! ”

This voice, with all his strength, all his mind, all his perception, all his love and hatred, was heard in the silent palace, heard in the quiet garden, heard in the silent onlooker, heard in the eternal heaven and earth...... Fang Qingchen...... He heard it.

Fang Qingchen also lowered his head very slowly, staring at him quietly, and after a while, he gently broke free of the hand he was holding, and slowly combed his scattered hair behind him very softly.

His stretched five fingers passed through the young man's dark hair again and again, looking at the silver and white that was mixed in it.

This year, the boy who was calling madly in his arms was only twenty-one or twelve years old.

It's ridiculous and amorous, and the boy's head is white.

Little by little, he straightened his long hair. Little by little, the frost in his eyes gradually melted.

Then, he stared at him.

is already over the age of the weak crown, but his stature is still as large as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. No matter how much food and clothing are and how rare the elixir is, it still can't be maintained, and it is still haggard and undressed.

He used to be a handsome young man, but now, ...... His face was yellow and thin, his eye sockets were deep, and he was a young man, but he couldn't resist the tiredness. It's not that the subordinates are not dedicated to their service, it's just that this golden palace can't stick back to the broken sincerity all over the ground.

His forehead was covered with blood, and there were several bruises, and he didn't know how to pull and stop him from being pulled and stopped by his subordinates except for the initial accidental fall. There were several wounds on his neck, and he was bleeding profusely, and I don't know how many times he had frantically cut himself with the rough porcelain piece before he arrived.

He didn't know it, he just stared at Fang Qingchen in a daze, just a voice, muttering his name.

Even if it's madness, even if it's obsession, even if it's forgetting everything, even if the brain doesn't know how to think, just by instinct, it's always remembered, it's always called.

Fang Qingchen gently took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood and dust on his face for him, a handkerchief was dyed red, and he couldn't wipe it clean. Fang Qingchen casually threw away the handkerchief, tore a piece of his snow-white sleeve, wiped it for him again, brushed away the blood little by little, wiped away the dust little by little, and watched the young man's face become clearer and clearer, and the coldness on Fang Qingchen's face finally slowly turned into gentleness little by little.

The people around him looked at him in a daze, but no one remembered that at this time, he should go and get towels, clean water, get new clothes, and offer good medicine.

Between him and him, there is a world of its own. No one dares to disturb, no one dares to disturb, the world is so quiet, the palace is so lonely. Thousands of miles of red dust, only a young man who had just returned from the confusion, looked at him in a daze, the only and most important person in the world.

Fang Qingchen wiped and wiped, and the white clothes were stained with mud and dust, and they were stained with thick red, however, so much blood and dust could not be wiped or wiped endlessly.

In the end, he shook his head in abandonment, and looked at Chu Ruohong's eyebrows again, there was gradually some sadness and sadness in his eyes, and between his eyebrows, a gentleness and sorrow that no one could see clearly rose.

Then, with a slight smile, the sun rose and the frost melted, and the clouds dispersed and the snow disappeared.

At this moment, everyone was almost forced to look directly at that person's appearance.

Extremely faint, a sigh. Extremely light, very light, he only said two words.

"That's it!"