MTL - Kunning-Chapter 252 Past Life Extra Story: The Snow Is All Going (1)
1) punishment
The twinkling stars at night became dim under the gradually brightening sky in the east.
Autumn is cold and frosty.
At the long and narrow passage between the two vermilion palace walls, a group of people held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make a sound, even if the dew condensed on their hair and eyebrows, they didn't even wipe it with their hands.
Xie Wei stood there for a long time, and felt cold all over his body.
The dim light of the sky fell into his deep silent eyes, just like falling into a dark pool of water, without the slightest ripple.
When Yan Lin came out of Kunning Palace, although the smell of alcohol had not dissipated from his body, he was already sober.
The great revenge has been avenged, and the military power is in hand.
The young general, who should have been full of ambition, now looked almost dejected, almost bewildered, and his clothes were in disarray. When he got closer, he could still see a thin blood-stained scratch on his cheek.
What the **** did he do last night...
That pair of pleading and pained eyes, covered with tears, flashed across my mind suddenly.
Yan Lin staggered a step.
There was not much blood left on his face.
It is self-evident what it means for a commander-in-chief of the rebels to come out of the Kunning Palace in disheveled clothes in the early morning after the rebellion put the former queen under house arrest.
When Xie Wei saw him, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
At this moment, it is hard to say whether it is more disappointment or more anger.
When he got close and stood in front of the palace gate that was slightly covered in mist, he took the long stick in the hand of the person next to him and hit him **** the back!
The strength of this blow is extremely heavy.
Yan Lin didn't dodge or dodge, he almost staggered, and there was a faint smell of blood in his throat.
He looked at Xie Wei: "Brother..."
Xie Wei couldn't see any emotion on his face, he just said: "Kneel down."
Yan Lin gritted her teeth, her eyes turned red, and said loudly, "She blamed me first! What's wrong with me? Even today, she is to blame for everything!"
Xie Weiyi's eyes finally turned cold.
He didn't show mercy at all, this time he hit his leg directly, and said sharply, "Kneel down!"
The two confronted each other on the palace road.
They seemed to be unyielding to each other.
The soldiers standing around did not dare to look sideways, they were secretly startled by what this scene foretells.
Over the years, he has supported behind Huangzhou and the **** border.
An older brother is like a father.
Yan Lin looked at him for a long while, but he couldn't ignore the panic and confusion when he came out of the bedroom, as if the person who did the wrong thing was indeed not her but himself, he knelt down on his knees.
The body that has been tempered by hardships and battles is slender, and the face has also faded and become tough under the wind and frost.
Kneeling on the dew-wet stone slab like a statue.
However, Xie Wei didn't move at all, just threw the long stick on the ground, and said: "After all, she is a queen! Is it because of the family precepts and the life of a saint that you are made to do today's things? People's words are terrible, and the future The court is unstable, if you really want to kill her, just continue."
Yan Lin didn't reply a word.
Xie Wei only said to the left and right: "Beat. Military law thirty sticks, let him bear it himself!"
After saying that, he turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Tens of years ago, Zhou Yinzhi's head was nailed to the palace gate with long iron nails.
At this time, the blood on the top has not been cleaned.
Yan Lin grew up and knelt down.
The left and right looked at each other, and after a while, someone whispered "The general is offended", and then raised his hand to carry out the punishment. For a while, he could only hear the sound of the stick falling, but the young general clenched his fists tightly, and never made a sound.
2) killing intent
The paperwork was piled high.
Xie Wei didn't turn a page.
When Lu Xian came, he saw that he was holding a bow in his hand, nocked the arrow, and drew it fully. When his foot stepped into the door, his slender fingers loosened. It shot into one of the wooden lattices of the bookshelf, causing the books placed on it to shake and fall.
Others didn't dare spread the word, they were only worried about losing their heads, but Lu Xian was different after all, he had already heard about Yan Lin's punishment from the people below, and seeing Xie Wei like this, he felt that he seemed unhappy.
The words turned in a circle in my heart.
He deliberated for a moment before saying: "Anyone can see the son's thoughts. Although you are the eldest brother, punishing him today will inevitably create gaps."
Xie Wei retracted his bow, looked at the trembling arrow feathers, and said indifferently: "If it wasn't for his surname Yan, I would have killed him today based on his absurdity."
3) memories
Bloodbathed half of the imperial court, the name Xie Wei alone is the shadow that hangs over the capital.
There are many things, and people suffer every day.
The fact that Yan Lin was punished in the palace was only known to a few people, and it was not spread. He also seemed to know that something was wrong, and he never set foot in Kunning Palace for dozens of days.
Unexpectedly, there was a fool named Wei Liang in the previous court who traveled thousands of miles to Beijing, saying that they had committed treason and put the queen under house arrest, and asked them to release him, and asked the queen to read Shen Jie's last edict and establish another prince.
Who doesn't scold Jiang Xuening, "a beauty is a disaster"?
This former Tanhua Lang, obviously because she was relegated to the state capital, was loyal, and even the dog under her hand named Zhou Yinzhi, who seemed loyal, betrayed him. The ruling and opposition theories.
If others scolded him, he was not good at words, and when his face blushed, he could only repeat loudly: "My lady is not what you say! She is not a bad person!"
It was an incomprehensible stubbornness.
It may even make people secretly have ambiguous doubts.
In the end, Yan Lin was aroused with jealousy and used wine to drown her sorrows, but the wine only reminded people of the past and her. Nowhere in the internal organs felt pain, and in the burning, he loved and hated him so much that he went to look for her again.
Within a few days, the gossip, which was originally only spread in private, floated all over the palace like riding the wind.
"Look at her, she has a vicious face. If she hadn't seduced her first, would someone as good as General Yan have liked her?"
"Two years ago, I felt that such a person is worthy of motherhood..."
"No rules!"
"Who doesn't know what kind of uneducated wild girl she is. Fortunately, the Holy Majesty liked it back then, and she was favored by her. She made the court and the public laugh for nothing. It's a pity, people don't have this life, and they can't hold this position. This is not going to happen. mold?"
"If you ask me, the childhood sweethearts in the past are just rekindled old feelings."
"She has a lot of means, don't underestimate her."
"Do you know that Zhou Yinzhi, the commander of the Jinyiwei, was all fooled by her."
"And Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Punishment..."
"Harmful spirit!"
…
Did the words reach Xie Wei's ears and what Yan Lin did? He also knew, but he suddenly remembered a day long ago when the officials were discussing matters, but they were all waiting in the side hall. Entering, looking up, I saw the young emperor's fingers were stained with pink lipstick. The usually upright Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Punishment talked much less than before; he remembered that not long before the incident, he and Zhang Zhe went out of the palace together. On the way, he met the empress waiting for him, he thought for a while, and found an excuse to turn back, but the two stayed in the road to talk to each other.
After all, Yan Lin is the blood of the Hou family.
Xie Wei thought that there was really nothing he could do to him.
4) five stone powder
After nightfall, the palace people held the lamps.
He had a headache and hadn't slept well for days.
The nimble and quick-witted little **** quickly asked someone to bring up the five stone powder and spirits, and served him.
Shen Lang died by taking the pill.
Five stone powder is not a good thing either.
Xie Wei knew it all.
It's just that he took Wushi Powder and he didn't have the madness of other people's drug-induced seizures. Although his whole body was burning, he was calm and sober, and he was even able to review memorials and plot schemes as usual.
The most painful thing for people is to be awake.
The cinnabar is ground, and the inkstone is like blood.
He dipped the pen in cinnabar, and when it fell into his eyes, it was as if dipped in blood. The sketches on the paper were all life under heavy pressure.
The upright words on it gradually swayed in the light and shadow.
In the quiet night of the deep palace, the lights burst out suddenly, and a long fragrance floated in the air.
Xie Wei raised his eyes and saw her walking in.
Goose-yellow fairy dress, straight face, dangling gold hairpin on the black hair, trembling every step, there is a faint trace of fear in the bright eyes, and the slightly parted sandalwood lips are covered with lights. The moistness and misery covered by light and shadow.
According to the Buddhist scriptures, when all thoughts are entangled and struggling, evil spirits are easy to invade.
Xie Wei looked at "her" quietly.
She was still carrying the food box, and came to him, and carefully placed a cup of boiled ginseng soup on the imperial case, her voice was soft and charming, but lost He was anxious: "It's cold in the night, thank you, thank you Grand Master, please use..."
Xie Wei thought, this dream is really strange.
He glanced at the ginseng soup, and snorted lightly: "Is the queen also bewitching Zhang Zhe like this?"
On that bright and eye-catching face, a trace of hesitation suddenly flashed, and then it turned pale.
It was like being stabbed with a knife.
Before her white hands could even withdraw from the porcelain cup of soup, they trembled slightly, revealing a sense of guilt and haste.
This kind of demeanor easily reminded Xie Wei of the ones he had seen in the sensual scene, those entangled bodies, dripping sweat, silky coquettish attitude, wanting to refuse but still welcome.
It can indeed arouse people's unknown desires.
He suddenly chuckled, seeing her wrist on the case, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and his hot fingertips slowly rubbed over the scar that should have been a shallow scar, but at this moment it was almost as white as jade Flawless skin, hostility gradually blazing.
Even in this fantasy dream where the drug's power was scattered, she seemed to be terrified of her, as if she regretted it again and didn't want to. She wanted to pull her hand back forcefully, but said to him with a little choking: "The concubine is just Thinking back, I used to go on the same road with Master Taishi, and now I am in a desperate situation, I dare not hope for forgiveness from my husband, but I just ask for a place to rest, and please forgive me, sir, please pity, pity..."
The word "cherish" is clearly on the lips.
But she couldn't say anything.
Xie Wei pressed the fingers on her wrist, exerted a little force, and slowly drew a thin bloodstain on it with his nails.
She was in tears.
Xie Wei sneered from the bottom of his heart, he didn't know whether he felt that she was too contemptuous when she was a majestic empress, or that the word "pity" she couldn't say no matter what was annoying, so he dragged her to him, with a smile that was not a smile : "Your Majesty, are you so self-respecting?"
She is afraid.
want to struggle.
But he tried his best to control the fear, didn't struggle, just tensed his body and looked at him with open eyes.
According to the Buddhist scriptures, if evil spirits come, don't sink into them, don't let them fall willingly;
So Xie Wei was quiet for a moment, then turned his eyes and picked up the imperial brush that had just rolled down on the desk, dipped it into the red cinnabar, then grabbed her, and slowly started from the side of her right neck, along the throat, collarbone, a stroke From the white and smooth skin, it fell obliquely into the left atrium.
Like a dripping bloodstain.
It seemed that a sharp knife cut her whole body apart, with a kind of almost cruel beauty.
Cinnabar exorcises evil spirits.
She was looking at him with surprise and fear.
Xie Wei Haosheng hated this look.
Malice sprouted in his heart, his eyelids drooped indifferently, his lips came close to her ear, and with the tip of his tongue stretched out, he said softly and clearly, "Get out."
Xie Chong seemed to be scared away by him at last.
As if she had suffered a great humiliation, the moment he let her go, she backed away in embarrassment, even forgot to take away the bowl of ginseng soup that he brought, and fled in despair.
Xie Wei sat back.
He leaned back in the chair, blinked his eyes, and saw the cold and silent Xinuang Pavilion, with his hands hanging aside, the imperial brush dipped in cinnabar fell from his loose fingers to the ground.
A certain kind of great emptiness comes with it.
Xie Wei closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It's just that even with the medicinal power of Wushi powder mixed with benzoin, this feeling is too shallow.
When I woke up, the dark fragrance had gone.
He looked at the high pile of papers, and realized that there were still many things that had not been dealt with. When he was about to reach for a new tube of pens hanging on the pen holder, he looked up and saw the quiet and cold cup of tea at the corner of the desk. Ginseng soup.
The eunuchs on duty stood guard outside the gate of the palace.
After a long time, I suddenly heard a shout from inside: "Come here."
They were startled immediately, and went in obediently to listen.
Xie Wei sat behind the desk and asked, "Who was here last night?"
Most people looked at each other in blank dismay, shaking their heads blankly.
Xie Wei slowly closed his eyes, and asked instead: "Who was on duty last night?"
Immediately, a young **** among the crowd knelt down and kowtowed to the ground. Knowing that the matter had failed, he began to cry, "Master Taishi, please forgive me, please forgive me! The slave was infatuated for a while, so he agreed to her, my lord, please forgive me..."
"..."
Xie Wei's fingers drooping by his side curled up for a moment, as if he felt a blunt pain, which had been delayed for a long time, and passed through his body, making him dazed for a while.
Outside the door, it's already midnight.
5) outside the door
In the imperial palace that has experienced slaughter, the palace walls are surrounded by armored soldiers.
The harsher the winter, the more terrifying it is.
There are a lot less people in the palace, and they don't usually go out, and if they go out, they dare not raise their eyes to look around, so there is no one in the Tao, and even the Kunning Palace, which was always noisy in the past, is like a cage that traps the dead.
Before dawn, Xie Wei stopped outside the palace gate and watched for a long time.
The cinnabar from last night has not been wiped clean from his fingers.
He glanced down, raised his step, and walked slowly into the palace gate.
Seeing him, the little eunuchs on both sides all showed a bit of surprise, kneeling and bowing their heads towards him.
Xie Wei only waved his hand lightly.
They were about to say hello, so they all fell silent, they didn't even dare to raise their heads, until Xie Wei passed by, they didn't dare to get up immediately.
Although the furnishings of the luxurious palace in the past have not changed, it has lost its popularity and added a kind of desolation brought about by the changes in the world.
The window panes of the scenery are inlaid with snow-white window paper.
He walked outside the closed palace door and stood there for a long while before he raised his hand, he didn't know whether he wanted to knock on the door or just push it away.
However, at this moment, a faint voice came from inside.
It's two women.
Maybe it was there from the beginning, but when he stood outside the door just now, he was not in his mind, so he didn't pay attention.
"Ma'am..."
"Xie Ju'an is just a devil in the skin of a saint. Xiao Shu is dead, Zhou Yinzhi is dead, and Shen Jie is dead. What can I do? People are under the eaves, and they always have to be submissive. Think about it, there is nothing wrong with submitting to Yan Lin Well, maybe I can still be the queen of the new dynasty."
…
Her voice no longer had the panic and anxiety of last night.
There was just a cold calm.
It's so chilling to hear.
Xie Wei's palm, which had not yet touched the door, froze for a long time, and finally, bit by bit, slowly tightened it and let it hang down again.
However, the hostility that had been suppressed in the early morning surged up violently.
He closed his eyelids for a while, then lifted them up again without any abnormality, turned around and left from the palace gate. When his figure was completely out of the palace gate, the palace people behind him dared to get up from the ground.
The closed temple door has never been opened.
In the deep palace are the whispers of two women.
President You, who has done business all over the country but turned out to be a daughter, sighed softly, and said: "Everything happens for a reason, if my predictions are correct, Xie Wei is also very pitiful..."
6) Dagger
After returning to Xinuang Pavilion, Xie Wei remembered the cinnabar on his finger, so he picked up a towel beside him and began to wipe it off bit by bit.
A young **** came in and said, "The man was dealt with last night."
Xie Wei was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said: "Go and find me a knife."
The little **** was taken aback for a moment.
But he didn't dare to ask more questions, bowed his head and said "yes", and went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to open a warehouse to search, but he didn't know what kind of knife Xie Wei wanted, so he took a good knife of different styles and shapes, and even mixed it up. After entering the two daggers, they presented them to him tremblingly.
Xie Wei glanced over one by one.
Finally, the finger landed on a dagger.
That was a nice looking dagger.
The silver sheath is inlaid with round gemstones one after another, like a plaything.
Then he pulled it out, and the blade was filled with cold light.
Only lightly touched the pad of the thumb, blood was seen, it was very sharp.
So close it and throw it back into the paint tray.
He said: "This dagger, give it to the empress."
The little **** came forward and waited for a while, but before he could say anything else, he came to his senses and immediately took the lacquer plate down with the dagger and sent it to Kunning Palace.
7) Forced to kill
A day has passed, two days have passed...
Another month passed, two months...
Nothing happened.
Yan Lin went in and out of Kunning Palace several times in the middle of the night, and the criticism in the palace finally spread to the government and the public.
Who can tolerate the queen of the former dynasty being so promiscuous?
Letters of remonstrance flew in like snowflakes, and many people wanted her to be buried for Shen Jie, in the meaning that all husbands and wives in the world would live together and die together. At the same time, the power of the old dynasty surged, and through Shen Jie's edict, he wanted to borrow the son of the clan selected by Jiang Xuening to the capital and make him the heir apparent.
At the end of winter, Xie Wei still refused to go out, but stood in front of the window covered with black cloth, and asked Lu Xian, "How old is that child?"
Lu Xian said, "Seven or eight years old."
Xie Wei said, "You are still young."
After exhausting all their efforts to rebel, the royal family was killed, and the Xiao family was slaughtered. Who doesn't think that in the future, Xie Wei or Yan Lin, there will always be someone who will be enthroned as emperor?
Lu Xian hoped that it was Xie Wei.
It doesn't matter if it's Yan Lin.
But listening to Xie Wei's tone at the moment, he felt a warning sign in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to make this child the crown prince?"
Xie Wei didn't answer.
The old party did not take any action to help the clan son to come to the capital.
But before the end of winter and spring came, news spread outside: the young child died tragically on the road, and it was Yan Lin who ordered him to do it.
He called Yan Lin over for questioning.
However, Yan Lin seemed to be irritated, and said coldly: "Thousands of people have been killed, what's so great about a child? This world was brought down by you and me. Do you want to support a little boy who can't write a few words?" The child becomes the emperor?!"
Xie Wei looked at him quietly: "Do you want to be emperor?"
Yan Lin said: "Why can't I think about it? Let that child be the emperor, does she want to be the queen mother? How can she be the queen mother! She should be my queen!"
"Snapped!"
Seeing his bastard, Xie Wei finally couldn't hold back and slapped him.
He was hit over the head by him.
At this moment, the gap a few months ago suddenly turned into a crack, causing him to tear up the calm that was floating on the surface, and said to him: "You have never been used to her, and even connived at the courtiers' admonitions, trying to put her on the ground. Death! But I like her! If anyone wants to harm her and ask her to be buried, I will kill them all! See if they dare to say a word!"
Xie Wei's face darkened: "Whoever wants to kill her, whoever makes her buried, you will kill him, right?"
He suddenly called Dao Qin Jian Shu.
Before he got close to Yan Lin's body, he raised his hands.
However, two fists are no match for four hands. After all, it was Yan Lin who was ruthlessly pressed to the ground. He had already heard the gust of wind and rain in his words, and his eyes were tearing apart: "What do you want to do?!"
Xie Wei picked up the long sword that fell on the ground, and said: "Then I will kill it for you to see."
After saying that, he went out to send an order: "Order the imperial army to surround Kunning."
Then he ordered someone to strangle Yan Lin's mouth, tie him up, and push him all the way outside Kunning Palace.
The Imperial Army's armor was heavy, and they made noises when they walked, before they surrounded the entire palace, the few remaining palace ladies and eunuchs screamed and fled in panic.
The guards raised their knives and killed them all.
Yan Lin's eyes were red, he struggled hard, and looked at him almost pleadingly.
However, Xie Wei just stood firmly outside the palace gate, holding a sword in his hand, and his snow-white Taoist robe was spotless, adding a kind of biting coldness, and said to the inside: "Empress, everyone is dead, you can come out."
There seemed to be voices speaking inside.
Quiet again.
After a long time, a voice suddenly shouted from inside: "Thank you, sir!"
Xie Wei said nothing.
But her voice calmed down again, like the white snow that covered the ground was pressed tightly, and it was also cold, with a refreshing taste: "You killed the royal family, killed the Xiao family, and destroyed the Tianjiao. The person with authority and who also holds my life, logically speaking, I am not qualified to bargain with you. I have used many people in my life, but after careful calculation, I owed Yan Lin, and Yan Lin also took revenge on me; I used Xiao Dingfei , Zhou Yinzhi, they also borrowed me to take the position; I plotted against Shen Jie, and now I have to be buried for him and go to Huangquan together. I don't owe them..."
Yan Lin behind him seemed to be sobbing.
Jiang Xuening's voice stopped for a moment, and there was already a slight tremor: "But there is only one person who has been upright all his life, and strictly governed by law. I coerced him, caused him to go astray, and ruined his reputation for half a lifetime. He is a Good officer, I sincerely hope to thank my lord, Gu Nian, for the kindness that Xue Ning gave you when he was on the way to Beijing. I would exchange my life for his, and let him live..."
At that moment, Xie Wei was in a trance for a moment.
However, when her words fell to the ground, the name floated out of his heart—
Zhang Zhe.
A taciturn face in the hall, a boring person...
He silently pulled the corner of his lips and sneered abruptly.
It's just that Jiang Xuening couldn't see it either.
There seemed to be a blazing fire burning in his heart, but his voice still carried that kind of cruel and indifferent coldness: "Yes."
At that moment, it seemed to stretch into eternity.
But it was just a blink of an eye.
There was no sound from the palace gate at first, and then there was a crisp "dang clang", the sound of a sharper dagger sealing its throat with blood, falling out of the hand, and falling to the ground.
Yan Lin felt as if in a dream, and it took a long time to realize it.
Even Daoqinjianshu was stunned.
His eyes were red, and he was like a trapped animal. A force that no one could resist erupted from his body, and he broke free suddenly, staggered and ran towards the palace, shouting: "Ningning, Ningning—"
Blood poured out from the hall.
The girl who was afraid of pain, afraid of death, and cowardly all her life fell into a pool of blood resolutely and quietly.
The golden hairpin slumped to the ground, shaking and falling.
Yan Lin rushed in and picked her up. He had commanded the three armies and attacked the Tatars, but at this moment he was so flustered that he was at a loss, crying like he was a teenager, and shouted in despair: "Emperor doctor, imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor—"
He had blood on his hands.
So helpless.
The sword fell to the ground at some point, Xie Wei stood outside motionless, watched for a long time, but did not take a step inside.
Jiang Xuening finally died.
8) Green plum
Yan Lin's soul seemed to follow her.
Stop Ling Kunning, courtiers either dare not, or disdain, do not come to worship.
Only he sat in front of the coffin and drank all day long.
When he was very drunk, he confessed to her; when he was sober, he complained again and again, hating her and blaming her, as if she was still in the world...
I don't know who suddenly mentioned a sentence, saying that Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Punishment actually wrote a criminal edict for himself. It was a long page. The three divisions interrogated many courtiers, and none of them had the heart.
Then he suddenly went mad.
Holding the sword, he was about to go to the prison of the Ministry of punishment to kill Zhang Zhe.
When the subordinate came to report, Xie Wei remembered that there was indeed another Zhang Zhe, who had been imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice for a long time.
Yan Lin was naturally stopped by someone.
He thought for a moment, and said: "The house was raided a few days ago, and the sword in Jiang's mansion, take it to him."
It should have been a long time ago. Jiang Boyou was dismissed from his post and Jiang's family ransacked his house, so he found it from the dusty warehouse.
The sword box was opened, and the inside was brand new.
It is a finely forged sword.
Inside the sword box are engraved greetings to congratulate him on his birthday. The strokes are a bit naive, but the engraving is very deep, and it is still there after years.
The person who sent the sword came back and said that General Yan looked at the sword and never drank a sip of wine, but just sat in front of Kunning Palace all night.
Xie Wei didn't bother to take care of him either.
It's just that when I read a book at night, I saw the word "jealousy" written on a page of "Shuowen", which means: harm.
He threw the book into the brazier.
At dawn the next day, when the snow melted, he remembered Zhang Zhe who had planned for him to be executed after autumn, and went to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.
Just the words came out, and it turned out to be: Ning Er is dead.
It was later added: Your mother is dead.
At that moment, Xie Wei only felt a kind of unreasonable irony, as if someone in the dark void looked at him as if he was watching a joke.
He didn't remember what he said again.
Coming out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, when he was about to leave, he saw a man standing outside the door, arguing endlessly with the guards.
He was also wearing an official uniform.
Just looking at the face, holding a branch of late-blooming green plum in his hand, with blue petals blooming on the withered branches, it seems to be the alien plant in the palace.
Xie Wei thought for a while before he remembered: "It's Wei Liang?"
Daoqin was on the side, said: "Yes."
Xie Wei said, "What is he doing here?"
Jianshu then went forward, came back after a while, and said in a low voice: "It seems that the empress has given an explanation before she was alive, and asked him to pick a plum and give it to Master Zhang."
Xie Wei was silent for a long time, and said: "Let him go."
Jianshu stepped forward again.
Those people let Wei Liang go.
Wei Liang also saw Xie Wei from a distance, but his expression was rather displeased, instead of coming forward, he didn't even express his gratitude, and walked straight into the prison.
Xie Wei stood in place.
For a moment, the Wei Liang people disappeared.
Swordsman and swordsman thought they were leaving.
However, at that moment, his eyes were cold, and he didn't know which inverse scale touched him, and he said: "Go and catch him, and don't give me that branch of plum!"
This is clearly hostile.
Recently Daoqinjianshu couldn't understand his emotions, so he had to arrest Wei Liang who had already arrived in the prison, and brought back the blue plum blossom that he just brought back, and gave it to Xie Wei.
Xie Wei's slender fingers clenched it, watched it for a moment, threw it on the ground, and crushed it slowly.
9) Judgment
When I went back, the street market seemed to have forgotten that there was a catastrophe just a few months ago, and gradually returned to bustle.
There are also displaced people begging along the streets.
A little barefoot beggar wrestled with others, blocking the way ahead.
Xie Wei sat in the carriage and didn't ask any questions.
Jianshu came and said: "A few little beggars are fighting, and they have been persuaded."
Xie Wei lifted the corner of the car curtain to look.
The little beggar saw blood on his head, and was crying hard, but his eyes were wide open, looking fiercely at the adult he was fighting with earlier, he clenched his teeth and did not speak.
The eyes of a wolf cub.
And with a kind of lively anger.
And full of unwillingness, reluctance, and unyielding...
He suddenly said: "Bring him here."
Daoqin brought people to the front of the car.
The little beggar didn't know how deep he was, let alone who he was.
Xie Wei asked, "How old are you?"
The little beggar wiped the blood from his head and said, "Seven years old."
Xie Wei asked again: "Do you have a name?"
The little beggar said, "No."
Xie Wei then slowly lowered the curtain of the car, and said to Jianshu: "Take him back."
But not to the palace.
Instead, go to Xie Mansion.
However, when Xie Wei walked into the wall reading hall, there was already a figure standing in front of the empty wall.
It's Yan Lin.
Xuan Hei's strong attire made him look extremely tall and straight.
He just heard footsteps, and when he turned around, his eyes were filled with silent ashes, and there was a sharp mockery.
A delicate dagger inlaid with precious stones was thrown out of his sleeve and landed on the case.
Yan Lin asked him, "You were the one who gave her the knife?"
Xie Wei did not deny it: "So?"
At that moment, Yan Lin almost had a burning desire to kill, and the sword came out from his waist, and it was placed on his neck!
He couldn't imagine what this man had done!
In the Kunning Palace, he never dared to keep any sharp objects, even the golden hairpin had the tip blunted.
But this person sent a dagger in!
Jianfeng was touching his neck, bleeding out.
Yan Lin clenched his teeth and asked: "How dare you, how dare you do such a thing! What hinders her from living in this world? She has never harmed you, so what right do you have to force her to die!"
Xie Wei said: "How do you know that when I gave her the knife, I wanted her to commit suicide?"
Yan Lin was stunned.
Xie Wei stared at him with a pair of calm eyes, obviously calm and unwavering, but it made people feel a kind of madness hidden in the faint, and even made people feel chills all over: "Since it is a knife, everyone can kill it."
He thought he was crazy.
Xie Wei laughed: "It's a pity that she is a coward, she dares not kill you, she only dares to point the knife at herself! If such a person dies ten thousand and ten thousand, what is there to regret!"
This is his brother.
It is also the husband he has known for nearly ten years and worked with him for five years!
He handed Jiang Xuening the knife because he wanted her to kill him!
At this moment, Yan Lin only felt a great absurdity, and almost wanted to kill him here with a sword!
However, Yan Mu's last entrustment finally came to light.
The sword tip turned, and finally passed by his side, and fell on the book case, splitting it into two halves: "You and I have such a case since then. I have never seen you clearly, you are a madman!"
Yan Lin left.
Xie Wei didn't seem to care.
10) The world
The little beggar was taken down by Daoqinjianshu, washed clean, the wound on his head was bandaged, and changed into new clothes that fit well, but he felt a little embarrassed.
A pair of eyes looked at people with a lot of vigilance.
It seemed that he could abandon all these at any time and run for his life.
Xie Wei asked him, "Do you want to be emperor?"
The child probably already knew his identity, and he was a little afraid, but there was an indescribable longing, and he replied straightforwardly, "I want to!"
Xie Wei suddenly laughed.
He led him and walked up the tall tower.
"Shall I have a name?" the child asked.
Xie Wei said, "In the future, you can start for yourself."
The child said, "Call it whatever you want?"
Xie Wei said, "Call it whatever you want."
It was dusk, the grass was not green, and the wasteland outside the city stretched to the horizon.
Xie Wei stood up to a high place.
The child grabbed the hem of his clothes, stood beside him, and looked down.
Xie Wei asked, "What did you see?"
The child said: "Bare ground."
Xie Wei said, "It's the world."
So he became happy: "I became the emperor, and the world is mine!"
Xie Wei shook his head: "No, it's not yours."
The child is confused.
Xie Wei raised his hand and pointed down: "Look at this river and mountain, which stretches for thousands of miles, but no one in the world is its real master. You are the Ninth Five-Year Honor, but you can only make tens of thousands of people in the world prostrate At your feet, you can't change the color of the world for you. Even the thousands of people kneeling at your feet have never been inferior to you. You are a beggar and can be an emperor. If you are not worthy in the future, Among these tens of thousands of people, there will always be someone who will stand up and try to drag you off the dragon chair, and tell the foolish people a truth that they may never understand in their lifetime."
What is the truth?
Many years later, the emperor who has become a generation of virtuous emperors still wakes up from nightmares from time to time, recalling the enigmatic person and the enigmatic words left behind.
But at this moment, he forgot to ask.
It's just that when he went back, he was very happy: "In the future, if I have someone I like, I can make her a queen, and anyone else I like can also be made a concubine."
Xie Wei remained silent.
He looked at him in confusion: "Doesn't Mister have anyone he likes?"
Xie Wei's Adam's apple twitched, as if suppressing something, but in the end he still didn't say anything.
The later Xianjun would occasionally recall this scene, but he still felt as if in a fog: Is there really no one who likes that look? Then perhaps, there has always been a very special person who has drawn a deep mark for him.
11) End of Snow
In the last few days, Xie Wei didn't live in the palace, nor in Xie's mansion.
He lives in Baita Temple.
The abbot, the abbot, practiced in the nearby mountains.
The day before spring came, Xie Wei went up the mountain to visit.
Spring came late in the mountains, and it got colder the higher you went, and there was snow in front of the hut.
Abbot Wangchen was making tea.
He sat down and drank a few cups, looked at the snow in front of the court, and filled a small pitcher under the eaves.
Abbot Wangchen said: "Sometimes it's better not to see things in the world. People live one life in the world, and many people are mediocre.
