Yu Jing was in a mess, and when Su Huaijing was fighting with Sheng Chengli's father and son in the palace, Rong Tang stayed in Wentian Tower.

Hui Mian asked him, "Aren't you going to go with Xiao Qi?" ”

Rong Tang thought for a moment, his heart moved slightly, but finally shook his head: "He will be distracted." ”

Su Huaijing has succeeded twice, even if there is no one around him, he will achieve the final victory.

Rong Tang wanted to accompany him, but he was so self-aware.

A sick and frail body fell into such a scene, but whenever he was caught and threatened, Su Huaijing's mind would be disturbed.

He even sent Mu Jingxu to Jiangnan, and he may not be willing to let himself be by his side at this time.

Not to mention......

Rong Tang bent down, made a pot of tea slowly, and said in a low voice, "He has something he doesn't want me to see." ”

Hui Mian was stunned for a moment, didn't know what to think, his eyes fell, and he whispered the Buddha's name.

Rong Tang didn't mention it again, but asked him: "Is that little thing still saved?" ”

Hui Mian nodded and shook his head: "Look at its creation." ”

Rong Tang raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously, Hui Mian said, "Wait patiently." ”

When the situation in Beijing is stable, and when the story comes to an end, we will know what its creation is.

Rong Tang didn't know how Su Huaijing operated, for seven consecutive days in Beijing, almost every household of the common people was closed, only listening to the messenger shouting on the street.

First of all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not of His Majesty's bloodline, and he has been beheaded in ambush on the spot; He also said that the emperor was seriously ill, and he issued an edict to pass on the throne, and the Zen throne was given to the five princes.

Just when everyone thought that the situation was going to stabilize, Jin Wuwei posted notices all over the city, saying that His Royal Highness was actually a wolf with ambitions, and that the edict of succession was forged, and that he personally poisoned Emperor Renshou, and now King Rui is arresting the traitors by His Majesty's order, so that the people should not panic.

…… It's hard not to panic.

Rong Tang sat on the seven-story floating tower, raised his eyes to overlook the mountains and wind and clouds, Hui Mian drank tea with him and discussed the scriptures, and began to paint the next day.

Rong Tang was a little curious, and saw him trace a small courtyard on the paper.

Just as Rong Tang was waiting for him to put down his pen, Hui Mian had already let go of the sheep and began to drink tea.

He paints a part of the day, rising and falling with his nature, and on the third day, when the courtyard is finished, he begins to paint the figures.

So Rong Tang finally understood what he was drawing.

It is a picture of autumn chrysanthemums, and all kinds of chrysanthemums in the courtyard bloom or bud, and the flowers are fresh and beautiful.

Not to mention that the painter is a monk, the painting flows into the people, and the people may say that it is made by a wanderer who is not born.

Almost as soon as the first figure in the painting took shape, Rong Tang knew who he was drawing.

- His parents and blood relatives.

The first to take shape was Su Huaijing, and this character alone took more effort than the time added up to the previous scenes.

Rong Tang looked at the lifelike little highness on the painting, his eyebrows were unconsciously dyed with a smile, and he quipped: "Brother is a little eccentric." ”

Hui Mian was noncommittal, and only said, "I am mortal after all. ”

When he painted Su Huaijing, his eyes were clear and bright, and he was gentle and affectionate enough, and he did not have the unattainable divinity of the holy monk on the mountain, but he was just an ordinary brother, and he favored him

Child.

Rong Tang smiled and didn't say much, and on the fourth day, Hui Mian began to draw Mu Jingxu, and he realized that it was not eccentric.

Painting flowers is still stingy with ink, but when painting the young prince, there is no restraint in the slightest.

Intense red, dazzling yellow, the most wanton and eye-catching colors in the world, he almost didn't need money to pile up the brocade clothes on Mu Jingxu's body, and the sleeves of his shirt were filled with those repeated luxurious patterns, and he used a brush as thick as a hair to depict it carefully little by little, and there was no sloppiness.

The expression was serious and did not look like a painting, but a worship to the Buddha.

Rong Tang stopped and looked at it for a moment, unable to say "eccentricity"

The joke.

This is partiality, this is just the selfishness of a brother.

Rong Tang was looking forward to what brushes and inks he would use to depict the characters one day later, but after waiting and waiting, he only saw an extra golden hairpin, a palace skirt, a string of hand-held jasper beads, and a pair of cross-necked mandarin duck lanterns......

Everything has its owner, but those figures, knowing that the painting is over, have not traced a single outline.

Only Su Huaijing and Mu Jingxu, the memories are vivid, and the paintings are bright.

On the day the painting was completed, Rong Tang stared at it for a long time, and inexplicably understood the meaning of Hui Mian's unspoken words.

The secret expectation in his heart was never spoken, but Hui Mian knew it.

This painting is not only his remembrance of his relatives, but also a reminder of Rong Tang.

The dead should not be resurrected, and there is no reason to change the established history, otherwise what is the difference between this and the 'Heavenly Dao'?

Rong Tang only occasionally regrets and regrets in the dead of night, and involuntarily imagines that if he stopped at the beginning, would all these years of grievances be written off.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

He looked at the painting, and after a long time, he turned to Hui Mian and asked Hui Mian in a dignified manner: "I don't know something." ”

Hui Mian: "Please." ”

Rong Tang: "So many people dream of their previous lives, why hasn't Su Huaijing been?" ”

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sp; The sound of the soldiers outside the building had stopped, Hui Mian washed his hands, and asked softly: "A nightmare that has been done, what is the need to recall it repeatedly?" ”

It was a nightmare, both in reality and in a dream, enough to sink and dissipate.

To others, it is an unfinished obsession, but in Su Huaijing, every step he wants to take fits perfectly into the plan, the revenge he wants to carry out is all over, and the meaning of his life in the world has come to a successful end as early as the day when all the dust settled.

Walking once is tired enough, what you want to do has been done, the obsession has long since dissipated, relatives and friends have died, and naturally there is no reason to think about it.

Rong Tang was silent for a moment, understood the meaning of Hui Mian's words, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

There seemed to be a sound of cars and horses approaching downstairs, Hui Mian chuckled, and said softly: "The prince of the world go and pack your luggage, someone is coming to pick you up." ”

Rong Tang was stunned, looked out from the railing, and saw fireworks extinguished on the wall of the Imperial City Palace.

He was relieved, but inexplicably a little nervous.

Counting it, I haven't seen Su Huaijing for eight days, and I miss it and it's already noisy.

He got up and instinctively wanted to go downstairs, but Hui Mian asked casually, "Donor has nothing to tell me?" ”

Rong Tang paused, looked at him suspiciously, and his thoughts had already drifted away

downstairs, I didn't understand what he meant by this sentence for a while.

Hui Mian waited for a moment and laughed softly: "That's it, there is cause and effect." ”

He got up, lit three sticks of sandalwood, sat on the futon, and faced the vast world outside the attic: "Donor, go downstairs, Lord Su has heavy blood and energy, and it is not suitable to enter the pagoda, don't let him wait." ”

Rong Tang frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Chanting." Hui Mian said, "Recite the mantra of the past and send one to the deceased." ”

Send a gift to the deceased people 12 years ago, send a gift to the wrongful death in 12 years, and send 12 years later, in this battle that finally came to an end, those people who died.

Rong Tang was shocked, stood in place for a long time and finally came back to his senses, bent down and bowed uprightly.

Then he left silently, walking down the steps from which he came.

The sound of cars and horses outside the tower is getting closer and closer, Rong Tang's steps unconsciously speed up, he has been sick for several lifetimes, he rarely has a time to walk quickly, but this floor is rotating and going downstairs, and the speed is only several times faster than when he came.

A white horse rushed outside the door, the young man was high-spirited, covered with wind and dust, the wind passed by, blowing the light of the rising sun, and thousands of people in the world preferred to gather together.

In the past few days, Rong Tang has been thinking about how to settle accounts with Su Huaijing when he meets, and he has also thought that it is best to scare him so that he can remember it for a long time, but when this person rushed towards him in the autumn morning sun, behind him was a large team that was pulled apart, and in front of him was a white horse with a blood-stained mane, and he instantly forgot the ideas that he had conceived in his mind.

Acting on instinct, running towards him regardless of his actions.

There are still steps in front of the tower, Rong Tang finished the six steps, and he had already lost his patience layer by layer, and he almost jumped down the last few bricks, almost not stabilizing his center of gravity and falling to the ground.

Su Huaijing was startled, he didn't have time to get off the horse, his heart tightened, he immediately grabbed the reins and bent down, grabbed Rong Tang's arm with one hand, and fished him up on the horse and hugged him.

Rong Tang staggered into his arms, the passing breeze carried a strong smell of blood, but his back was pressed against his warm and firm chest.

Su Huaijing didn't blame him for his recklessness, nor did he remember his impatience, he just tightly wrapped his arms around Rong Tang's waist and abdomen with one hand, lowered his head, and put his head on his shoulder as if he finally dared to relax after being tense for a long time.

The heart in his chest beat violently, passing through the barrier of clothing and flesh and bones, until he knocked both hearts into the same frequency.

The hunting male returned to his lair, sniffing his mate's scent impatiently to soothe his restless heart after the fight.

Su Huaijing spoke, his voice hoarse: "I am very dirty and smelly. ”

The blood stains were repeatedly splashed and coagulated, and I couldn't tell which piece belonged to whom, and I didn't know how many pieces were stained, and the smell was terrible.

"But I miss you so much." Su Huaijing whispered, "I want to see you so much......

"I should have bathed in incense and changed into clean clothes before coming to you, but I can't help it, I'm sorry."

He rubbed Rong Tang's neck socket, rubbing him on his own taste, his voice was low and hoarse, his wrist was clearly not let go, and the person in his arms was imprisoned for half a minute and couldn't move, but he just said the words of coquettish request: "Tang Tang don't dislike me, please." ”

After cutting off Sheng Xuyan's limbs and ears, his thoughts reached his peak in an instant.

He wanted to see Rong Tang, wanted Rong Tang, wanted to hold him in his arms, wanted to bite off his flesh, wanted to hide him in his body.

Many crazy and secret unspeakable thoughts roared in his mind, Su Huaijing restrained for a long time, and calmly saved Sheng Xuyan from the ghost gate and hung his life with pills.

And the second when the hand is empty, the desire surges and breaks the embankment.

He wants to see Rong Tang, now, right away!

Rong Tang should stand beside him, and he should hold Tang Tang's hand.

Like every time in the past four years, they have slept and crossed their necks.

Rong Tang should be with him, see his revenge, and join him on the throne.

"I miss you so much, Tang Tang ......" In the wind passing in the early morning, Su Huaijing attached himself to Rong Tang's ear and whispered softly.

The overflowing longing is blown away by the wind, and ordinary people have only seen one-tenth of it, but it has been thrilling and overwhelming, and it has overwhelmed people.