Chapter II

Although the name of the Wounded Garden is sad, it seems to be full of a belly and a rope, and this feeling is difficult to send and cannot be eliminated, but it is delicate and elegant everywhere, pleasing to the eye. Feiluan small pavilions, pavilions, red walls and yellow tiles, blue bricks and gray stones, brick by brick, one on the first floor, all of them are extremely ingenious.

"The eldest son, the third son, and the fourth prince of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Mansion have arrived—" The master of ceremonies at the door spoke in a long voice.

Today, Su Ying is the third son of Shangshu Mansion. But Su Ying himself knew that he was not uncommon in this position, and one day, he would get rid of these shackles.

Su Ying clenched his fists, he knew that this day would not be too far away.

Most of the eyes of the people in the courtyard converged on the door.

"Chaoge Baibi" Su Ying returned to Chaoge about a hundred years ago, and rarely showed up, let alone attended banquets. It's just that whenever he appears, whether it is his extreme indifference to outsiders or his inadvertent extreme beauty, it will be unforgettable.

There were several figures standing in the brightly lit doorway, blocking the light, and only the outline could be seen vaguely. In the middle, a thin and slender man looks like a person, and his fuchsia dress is particularly eye-catching.

Su Ying is like this, no matter how many people are present, you can always see him at first sight.

Following behind Su Can, Su Ying pulled Su Liu forward. Accustomed to those gazes, Su Ying no longer lowered his head, instead, he looked up at the highest seat at an appropriate angle.

Empty, decorated with all kinds of valuable precious stones, unacceptably gorgeous gold, but it can lock people on it, and they will not be free for a lifetime - that is the seat of the Qiluan Emperor.

Sitting at a table between the sons of the nobles, Su Ying was a little impatient and indescribably irritable.

"Third brother," Su Liu grabbed Su Ying hard, and he didn't let go since he came in, "I'm still afraid." ”

Su Ying squeezed his hand vigorously and said with relief: "It's just a banquet, don't be nervous, little brother, just do what you want, do you hear?" ”

Su Liu bit his lower lip and nodded slightly. Su Ying looked at him with a cramped face, the corners of his mouth raised lightly, and said softly: "Why don't we go to the backyard first?" Su Liu's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously.

Su Ying pulled him to his feet and asked a servant to lead them to the backyard.

As everyone knows, the gears of fate, which has been stagnant for two thousand years, began to turn from this moment.

The backyard is very large, there is a thin lan in the night, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the moonlight is like a layer of silver yarn scattered on the ground, shining with a little messy soft light, which is particularly elegant and clear.

Walking to a place where there were few people, Su Ying waved away the small servant. Su Liu's face was no longer pale, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Third brother, the eldest brother knows that we don't have to wait for His Majesty to run around in the courtyard, and we will be scolded again." ”

Bypassing the crowded back hall, Su Ying pulled him along the quiet path, and said slowly: "Don't always listen to the eldest brother, you don't want to live for the eldest brother." ”

"Third brother, I admire you the most, you are very free and easy!" Su Liu blinked and jumped.

"Free and easy?" Su Ying smiled meaningfully, "But I still want to be more free." ”

At this time, Su Liu naturally didn't understand what Su Ying meant.

They had just followed the trail to the end when they saw a lake in the distance.

The shadow of the tree is swaying, the streamer is mottled, the wind is like water, the bright moon is like silver, the sparkling lake is shining silver in the moonlight, it is extraordinarily soft and moving, like a beautiful woman in late spring and March, on the water side, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the city, and then looking at the country.

Su Ying only saw that there was a figure on the other side of the lake.

The man was leaning over and squatting on the shore of the lake, and Su Ying could only see that he had long indigo hair that glowed silver in the moonlight.

"Third Brother ......"

Su Ying was startled, but it was too late to cover Su Liu's mouth.

The people on the other side of the lake seemed to notice and straightened up suddenly. Su Ying was slightly shocked in her heart, and while thinking about countermeasures: Today's feast in the Wounded Garden, the person who is alone here will never be a civilian; Staying here alone, I'm afraid I don't want to be discovered.

Frowning and stretching quickly, Su Ying pulled up Su Liu, and Su Ying turned around and walked back.

Su Liu also seemed to know that something was wrong, and stumbled and trotted all the way with Su Ying. When they were still more than ten steps away from the brightly lit front yard, the man caught up with them.

Half of his body stood in the shadows, and so did Su Ying and Su Liu. Su Ying could clearly see that he had long indigo hair that was waist-high at this time, and it was like an indissolvable ink color.

Su Ying's head suddenly ached, and then it came and went faster.

"Is there anything wrong with Your Excellency?" Su Ying asked in confusion about Shicai's headache.

“…… Who are you? The other party looked at Su Ying, and his voice fluctuated violently for some reason.

"We are the sons of the Ministry of Rites, and we are here to attend the banquet. Who are you? Feeling Su Liu's hand clenched, Su Ying smiled in his heart.

"It turns out that you have ...... Is he Shangshu's son now? The man closed his eyes and said in a tone that was not smiling.

Su Ying warily discerned the meaning of his words.

Before Su Liu could answer, he suddenly interrupted them with a shout.

"Your Majesty Qiluan and Concubine Li's mother have arrived-"

Su Ying looked at the front yard suddenly, there was a gust of wind in front of him, and when he looked back, the man with long indigo hair was gone.

He pulled Su Liu, who was still in a daze, and walked straight back. As soon as I turned into the front yard, I saw two people walking forward in the bright lights, and everyone else was kneeling.

Su Ying stood silently behind the crowd, did not kneel, and did not go any further.

The person in the back, judging from the gait of walking, is a woman, dressed in a long gown, with a slow coat and light fur, surrounded by pearls and emeralds, a fluttering shirt, clear eyebrows, and an extraordinary temperament, presumably it is the niece of Prime Minister Zuo - Concubine Li.

The person in front of him was tall, but he inexplicably noticed a heroic and calm spirit, which was faintly breathless. He wore a golden gown and a glittering golden crown, and he showed the demeanor of a king in his gestures; In addition, there is a kind of elegant demeanor that is out of the ordinary.

Su Ying knew that it must be His Majesty today, Emperor Qiluan.

It was the person who stabbed Ling to death with a sword on the day of great joy that year.

The man slowly ascended to the throne on the high place, raised his hand, and the crowd shouted "Thank you, Your Majesty!" ”

From beginning to end, Su Ying did not kneel.

"Third brother......" Su Liu shook Su Ying's hand timidly, and there was a trace of fear in his pure eyes. Su Ying frowned slightly, but his face was a little unsightly, and he pulled him out.

Everyone was busy pouring wine and offering gifts, and no one cared about the two of them. Su Ying found a vacant place and sat down silently.

His chest was very blocked, faint qi and blood were surging, and Su Ying took a deep breath in silence.

He felt that this sudden feeling of sadness must be because he couldn't stand what Qiluan had done to Ling Yan.

Su Ying turned his back to the high golden seat, and in a trance, he picked up the wine glass full of fine wine on the table and drank it all. The headache that had been fleeting just now suddenly resurfaced.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned back a little confused, it was Su Can.

"Third brother, Sima Gongzi is at the table on the left, how can you say that you don't want the eldest brother to be unable to get off the stage, right?" Pointing his finger, although Su Can smiled, he had an attitude that could not be refused.

Su Yingzheng's head ached faintly, so he raised his eyes to look at Su Can, and said with a cold smile: "The promise made by the eldest brother, the eldest brother will accompany him by himself." He stood up.

"Where are you going?" Su Can's face was not good, he glared slightly at this time, and pressed his hand on Su Ying's shoulder.

"Is the eldest brother in charge too much?" Su Ying did not hide her displeasure, although she was a little careless, her tone was unquestionable. Su Can was stunned and hesitated. Su Ying's head was a little dizzy, he didn't want to stay in this smoky place anymore. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a light, just under Emperor Qiluan's seat, very close. It's indigo, and it's flashing.

Something seemed to flash in Su Ying's mind, but it was very blurry, and he asked almost uncontrollably: "Who is that person?" The tone was grim, and he was a little surprised.

Su Can was startled by him, and slowly looked back at him.

Under the lamplight, the man was dressed in a delicate gown, with a purple coat of arms embroidered on the icy white collar, like a fine military suit. With long hair like a waterfall and a majestic figure, he had his back to Su Ying, so Su Ying couldn't see his face.

"That," Su Can looked at the man and lowered his voice, "It's His Majesty's most trusted person—the Great General Qingmo." After thinking about it, he added, "Your second brother's immediate boss." ”

Su Ying frowned again, seeing this Qingmo, he felt a sense of violence in his heart for no reason. Suppressing the boredom in his heart, he walked to the door.

After walking about ten steps, the courtyard suddenly became quiet. The master of ceremonies was shouting loudly, saying that His Majesty would like to give a speech or two, and talk about the joy of tonight. Su Ying was impatient, but he still knew each other, so he could only stand at the wine table at his feet and pick up a glass of wine.

"Today is a rare day, and it is rare for me to be together with all of you. Today is to celebrate the birthday of Concubine Li, I am here to have a drink with you! There are no kings and ministers tonight, only guests! ”

The golden wine glasses raised by the people on the high platform are not low and old, on the contrary, they are clear and slow, melodious with a little gentleness, which makes people feel safe and comfortable.

Two thousand years of time apparently did not work for him.

It doesn't matter. The important thing is that Su Ying saw his face, the face of Emperor Qiluan.

Amorous phoenix eyes, slender nose bridge, handsome and handsome silhouette, long and straight, slender hands holding a glorious wine bottle.

is obviously extremely exquisite, but there is no femininity, but gentle and elegant, which is very in line with the statement of a jade gentleman. Staying in a high position for a long time has added a bit of solitary domineering to him.

Every move has nothing to do with Fengyue, but is elegant and dusty, and the elegance is peerless.

The real bright moon is discolored, and Wanfang is ashamed.

He is the Emperor of Qiluan.

In an instant, countless memories were like a basin of cold water poured on his head, and all the words that he couldn't help but pour into Su Ying's mind.

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"Hate that I would fall in love with you! ……”

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“…… Ling Yan, I only regret that I didn't let you die sooner! ……”

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There was a dizziness in my head, and the words seemed to be still in my ears, clanging, loud scenes, heart-rending sentences, dripping with cruel blood, blurred and clear in my memory, clear and faded.

Su Ying suddenly felt unsteady on her feet, and held on to the edge of the table, surprised like a tide coming in waves.

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“…… Ling Yan, after I inherit my father's position, will I make you the queen? ……”

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"Ling Yan, it's good that you're helping me, otherwise ......"

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“…… Ling Yan, you'll never betray me, will you? ……”

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No.

No, it's not memory, it's history! It's a history book. It must have been that he had read this paragraph too many times, it must be.

Su Ying rubbed his eyebrows vigorously and drank the wine in the cup. Forcing oneself to stop thinking about it is like jumping out of a waist-deep quagmire.

These...... What exactly?

He raised his head a little confused, facing the eyes of the Venerable Master under the throne of Emperor Qiluan—dark cyan eyes.

Qingmo does not have the world-class beauty of Emperor Qiluan, but there is a heroic handsomeness and an indifferent indifference. At this time, he was looking at Su Ying with a pair of slightly narrowed eyes, and the unpredictability of them made Su Ying dumbfounded.

He didn't back down, it wasn't his habit to back down, he just looked at Qingmo.

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“…… Lingyan, let me take you to see the mountain to the west. ……”

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"Ling Yan, do you really like Qiluan? Don't force yourself to embarrass yourself! Don't dare to disobey just because he is Your Majesty! ……”

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“…… Ling Yan, come with me. I'm not him, and I'll never fail you in this life! ……”

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The memory of some reason filled his mind again, and Su Ying felt disgusted. There was a churn in the stomach and a hairpuff in the throat. He looked away, feeling faintly gagached.

There was already a faint explanation in his mind, but Su Ying subconsciously rejected its existence.

He is Su Ying, and he silently thought in his heart - he is just Su Ying.

The surroundings were very noisy, and no one noticed Su Ying's strange appearance. He forced himself to straighten up, his legs limp. He pinched his palm, sobered himself up with pain, and slowly walked out the door.

"Huh? Isn't this Su Gongzi? Where is this going? One hand grabbed Su Ying's arm, very hard, Su Ying couldn't ignore it, so he could only turn around.

Sima Gongzi looked at him with a smile, holding a gilded wine glass in his hand.

Su Ying felt that her body was weak, and she forced herself to cheer up, looking at Sima Gongzi who was smiling with a deep meaning. Frowning slightly, he wanted to get out as soon as possible, so the best strategy was only to compromise for the time being.

"Su Ying is unwell today, and she can't drink enough. I also hope that Sima Gongzi Haihan. Su Ying arched his hand.

"In this case, this son is not embarrassed by Su Gongzi, in this way, I will give Gongzi a cup, and Shangshu Gongzi will have to appreciate his face?" As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand.

Su Ying became more and more uncomfortable, her head began to ache faintly, her vision was a little blurry, and she couldn't see things as if she was through a layer of fog.

Patiently, he snatched the wine glass with an expressionless face, raised it to signal, and drank it all with his hands. At this time, the wine is like boiling water, all the way down the throat, and the walls are broken everywhere it goes.

His nails had dug into his flesh, and his head was still spinning. Before the glass was lowered, the hand holding the glass was grasped.

The heat came from his hand, Sima Gongzi filled the wine glass with a smile, looked at Su Ying and said, "Su Gongzi is really massive. Such a good day, wouldn't a cup live up to the beloved? There was a heckling around, "That's it, that's it." Why not have another drink of Su Gongzi? ”

Su Ying's patience had reached its limit, and he no longer had the strength to deal with them, and he felt that the passage of time was gradually becoming slow. Su Ying gritted his teeth, raised his hand, drank the wine in the glass, turned it upside down, and signaled that it was dry.

"Good things come in three! Su Gongzi is such a wonderful person, drink another drink! I don't know who it was, and I filled Su Ying's wine glass.

Su Ying looked at the glass of wine silently and didn't say a word.

Looking coldly at the full wine glass, Su Ying suddenly raised his head and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

Sima Gongzi was in a good mood today, and when he saw Su Ying, the third son of the Shangshu family, who was famous for his songs, he also successfully poured a few glasses of wine. Su Ying is wearing a purple and red floor-length dress today, which is more and more glamorous.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, the beauty's cheeks are dizzy, the style is charming, and it is beautiful and beautiful, and it has a unique charm. Sima Gongzi was smug, and suddenly, he saw the corners of Su Ying's mouth slightly raised, and he actually showed a smile.

There was a moment of silence around them.

Su Ying's indifference was famous in Chaoge, but when he smiled at this time, Sima Gongzi felt that he really didn't know where he was, and his mind was extremely dizzy.

At this moment, I saw that the beauty suddenly poured all the glass of wine in her hand.

Throwing the empty cup on the table, Su Ying was about to turn around, only to find that he had overestimated his physical condition - his limbs were sore and his headache was splitting.

"Y-you, stop!" There was an angry rebuke from behind him, but Su Ying turned a deaf ear and tried to speed up his pace as much as possible, trying to leave the excessive noise.

Leaning against the wall outside the garden, Su Ying gasped rapidly, and her chest ached. He grabbed his collar in confusion and tried to adjust his breathing, the cold moonlight sprinkled on his purple clothes, but it was a cruel blood.

"There! Fast! Catch him for me! Shouts and curses came from behind him.

Su Ying felt helpless at the end of the road for a moment. The things in front of him were so dizzy that he was sick with an abnormal fishy sweetness in his mouth.

He turned around, and the figure behind him was approaching, but he couldn't move any longer.

Could it be that he, Su Ying, is going to be robbed with this? He doesn't believe in the will of heaven, he wants to do it, the will of heaven can be violated, and he Su Ying's will is difficult to disobey.

Unable to hold it anymore, it was pitch black in front of him, and his body fell down the wall......

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The bright red auditorium was lit up and full of friends. Sixteen gold-painted pillars make the dome invisible. In front of the hall, red candles are paired, and the guests are full of smiles.

There was a person standing in the innermost, wearing a bright red and gold-painted wedding dress, and the golden hairpin was dazzling. The thin back was so familiar, and Su Ying stood at the door of the lobby, inexplicably flustered and at a loss.

He slowly walked through the almost infinite door, one step at a time. The people in the hall immediately stopped talking, and a pair of blackboard eyes looked at him.

Silence can be so frightening.

The man in the hall didn't look back until Su Ying walked less than twenty steps away from him, and he slowly turned back. Su Ying was taken aback.

It's the Qiluan Emperor.

Handsome and unmatched, even if he stands in place, he brings out a taste of stability and solitude, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

But Su Ying was so frightened.

"Ling Yan," Emperor Qiluan said slowly with an expressionless face, "Why did you betray me?" ”

Looking at the closed lips, Su Ying's surprise was indescribable, and she wanted to open her mouth to defend herself.

He's not a ghost.

But he couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't make the slightest sound. He couldn't defend himself, he could only bear the charge of betraying Emperor Qiluan.

"Ling Yan," Emperor Qiluan was calling, but that person was not Su Ying, "I hate to fall in love with you!" ”

Su Ying frowned, feeling the emptiness of his limbs, as if everything was nothing, but it was so real that it was unbearable.

Su Ying knew what he was going to say next.

His heart actually throbbed, and he subconsciously prayed again: don't hear it with your own ears, see it with your own eyes, don't let him say it to him in person.

"Ling Yan, I only regret that I didn't let you die earlier!"

The world was spinning and shattering, and the fragments of time could not stop the karmic fire burning behind him, red and dazzling, like blood.

Qiluan picked up the long sword beside him and stabbed at Su Ying, his beautiful face distorted and hideous......