Chapter 145: .The lead of memory (top)

Deeper in the middle of the night.
A calamity finally subsided, but the entire capital had just begun to churn.
The deafening destiny of the giant statue seemed to be in my ears. How could the Civil Affairs Bureau and the police department sneer for a while, hiring people overnight and dispatching them urgently. People from all walks of life scattered to various places in the city, pacifying the people separately, organizing patrols, blocking important roads, and strictly checking all possible hidden dangers.
Contrary to the disturbances caused by the outside world, the palace, which is the center of rule, is extremely stable and stable.
The black imperial city was brightly lit, with almost no shadow. The Guards had already led their orders to move, closely supervising all entrances and exits, and no one was allowed in or out - except for the figure walking on Moyu Avenue at the moment.
Shun's footsteps were extremely urgent, almost as if he was sliding on this neat road. The black cloak that struck itself far away just turned into a strange shadow in the howling cold wind, and was immediately reduced to invisible by the bright wind lantern.
He had just sent Mo's father and son back home, and immediately made Yun Buyi turn to the palace. Although the chaos has settled down, he still felt that his father fainted after exhaustion was a bit weird, and he was even more worried about whether the opponent's body was abnormal. He hurried to the palace gate, but Yun Buyi was stopped by the guard. He had no choice but to Going forward alone with a heavy mind.
The sound of footsteps glided across the front hall, drifting across the promenade, through the black wood arches, until the apse full of flowers, finally met the greeter.
Melodious music came from the front, with the peculiar noise of the phonograph from the South Island. In this deadly silence, it was more like a soothing agent, allowing Shun's eager mood to gradually converge and calm down, and his pace was slowed down.
Apart from his father, there are no other people in the palace who like to listen to gramophones. Since he can wake up so quickly, it must be not too bad...Shun looked at the bright yellow light in the south study room in front, and finally heaved a sigh of relief and continued to move forward. Before arriving at the house, seeing that the door was only concealed, as usual, he pushed away and walked in.
The house is warm and fragrant.
Under the bright magic lamp, the emperor was dressed in white fur and sat behind the wooden table with his back facing him. His long black hair was undisturbed, and he held the iron fan transformed by supernatural power in his hands. Gazing out the opposite window.
"Father..." Shun just yelled when he entered the door, but he got stuck again. A greeting came to his lips, and he couldn't get out.
The relationship between the father and son has been down to freezing point for many years. Except for daily official duties, he has not spoken well for too long, so that he now wants to express his concern and feel very cramped.
He was still hesitating, but the emperor had already solemnly questioned: "How did you trigger the sacred tower contract tonight?"
Shun heard his voice a little hoarse, but he seemed to be full of breath, unlike his frail appearance, so he put away his thoughts of visiting the disease, and since Mo's visit to the East Palace, he briefly explained the cause and effect before and after, but deliberately covered it. To save his life as far as possible, only to say that the Jade King went mad and hurt himself by mistake, which touched the guardian contract.
The emperor didn't say a word for a while, as if lost in thought.
Only the low and continuous sound of music remained in the room. Shun didn't know whether he should be the first to break the silence when he heard a crisp collision from the inner wall.
He turned his head vigilantly and saw the figure in military uniform standing behind the pure copper bookcase. Colonel Ye Chi used to stand quietly by the wall with his back to him. If it hadn't been for the noise just now, he would have never noticed that there are people here.
On the low table in front of the officer was a row of bottles and cans, which seemed to be filled with powder and solvent. His hands shuttled back and forth like flying knives, occasionally flashing a few silver lights, which seemed to be refining medicine.
Is Master Ye Chi still proficient in alchemy pharmacy? Shun could hardly imagine that this taciturn master of martial arts would study those alchemy books like the heavenly book, and then think of his love for making tea as far as he could, and his love for wine making. The three masters and apprentices seem to have similar hobbies. Where...
He was watching a little bit of silvery thinking, and the emperor whispered his attention back to the desk immediately: "Someone just broke into the holy tower and destroyed the holy tree in the quiet forest..."
This is too absurd, if it weren't from his father, Shun would have doubted that he had auditory hallucinations. It is unbelievable that someone can break into the holy tower. The towering giant tree has coexisted with the tower for thousands of years. The wood divine power contained in it has long been so strong that there are people in this world who can destroy it! ?
The scene of Elder Mu disappearing in the flame once again appeared in his mind, Ji Ling shivered, and quickly asked: "The old man he..."
"He is alive or dead, don't you see it with your own eyes?" The emperor coldly interrupted his inquiry, "Don't say it is him, if I didn't act in time, the whole holy tower would fall tonight!"
Shun was shocked by the shocking news. He thought that all the chaos had subsided, and he just made a special trip to visit the sick. Who could have imagined that the unshakable Holy Tower in his heart would encounter the same terrible disaster! After the shock, he suddenly felt a little puzzled: If Elder Mu has really fallen... Then why did his father spend his energy to gather the jasper fruit?
The emperor did not give him a chance to ask questions, raised his voice and rebuked: "I have clearly warned you that you must not easily trigger the contract until you are a last resort, why don't you listen! If you didn't rush to get seriously injured tonight, the guardian The contract has greatly reduced the defense power in the tower, and it has also attracted the old man to look away from the tower. No matter how strong the foreign enemy is, how can he hurt the sacred tree!"
Shun squeezed his fists and couldn't speak. This time, he was invited to investigate the Jade King’s Mansion. Although there were various reasons, he never expected that it would lead to such painful consequences. He thought he was in the capital guarded by a holy tower and acted without scruples. Now it seems that he is indeed too rash...
The huge guilt overwhelmed him. Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, the emperor coldly snorted and said, "It's not the first time for you to be so self-willed! You go to join those mercenary guild missions in private, thinking you can Didn't you hide it from me? He turned into a woman's appearance. If the courtiers learn about it, what kind of style!"
"...As long as the illusion is not removed, no one can see the flaw." Shun didn't realize what was wrong with using the name "Wen", and subconsciously muttered.
The emperor dared to refute when he saw him, and sneered again: "You follow the head guard of the East Palace at any time by your side. If you have a heart, who can't see the clue?"
When he mentioned the farthest distance, Shun felt even more depressed, and he didn't want to continue this topic, and simply shut his mouth.
"And you left Beijing without authorization last time!" The emperor seemed to plan to list all the mistakes he made at one time, shaking his iron fan and continuing to accuse him, "As a'prince-child', it was only because of a group of assassins who abandoned the court. Don’t hesitate to leave safety behind, is this something to be done?"
"The group of assassins are related to Miyou's amnesia, how can I not find out?" Shun suddenly raised his head and couldn't help refuting.
The emperor shook the hand of the fan for a while, and then immediately rebuked: "Even so, you should at least report back to me first. How can you chase Tapaz across the sea without making a sound!"
In fact, Shun had previously ordered Ku Rong to take a conversation back to Beijing, but at that time he didn't know that this person was unpredictable, and now he can't explain it in detail, so he can only continue to resist with silence.
Such a negative attitude finally made the emperor a little irritated, put away his fan and knocked the table, and shouted sharply: "That's all, you know that the assassin is hiding in the South Island, why you still expose your identity despite the danger! "
This incident also started from being seriously injured as far away as possible. Shun could not hide the fact that the man was deceiving him. He did not want to reply. He heard the emperor's cold voice and said: "I know what you are thinking, trying to paralyze the other party's judgment and lead the snake out of the cave? Humph, what happened? A fiasco in the fishing village! A high-level inspector was lost! If it weren't for my talisman, I'm afraid you would be killed on the spot!"
The emperor used almost all his strength to scream out the last few words, causing the entire study to be buzzing, but he still didn't let the officers who concentrated on medicine on the inner wall distracted half of their attention.
Shun trembles with the echoes. He has never seen his father so upset. He is a little at a loss at this moment. He thought of the nameless monk of light, with regret in his heart, and he couldn't help but see that dazzling white light, and the thin figure disappearing in the light...
Ashamed, he has not been able to get more information about the other party. The Santa Inspectors are detached from the world. They have no names, no past, only a cold number. And the emblem engraved with that light monk's number has been taken away by his companions, even if he wanted to inquire in the vast sacred tower archives, there was no evidence.
No one spoke in the room for a while, only the Nocturne's cyclotron scale was rolling repeatedly.
After a while, the music gradually came to an end, and the emperor finally broke the silence and said slowly in a much lower tone than before: "You must always remember: As the successor of this thousand-year empire, every word and deed, every action is all about it. Thousands of people will live in peace in the future. If you don’t even have this awareness..."
He seemed to be scrupulous and did not go on. However, Shun could completely guess what he was trying to say, and nodded silently, reflecting on what he had done amidst the turmoil.
In the silence of the father and son, the nocturne quickly came to an end, a more relaxed and lively dance music echoed in the room, and cheerful chords gradually weakened the dignified atmosphere before.
The emperor listened quietly for a while, and seemed to finally calm down, reopened the iron fan, and whispered: "I have ordered the police department and the Civil Affairs Bureau to send additional personnel overnight to stabilize the situation in the city. You will discuss with the senior cabinet members tomorrow. , Make a charter and arrange the finishing touches properly."
"Okay..." Shun nodded. This chaos was caused by him, and he was naturally bound to take responsibility.
He promised so quickly, the emperor was a little worried, and continued to exhort: "The Holy Tower will definitely deal with it personally, the Jade Palace... just let Yun Buyi take someone to search first, and you can concentrate on staying in the palace. ."
"Ok."
His continuous obedience made the emperor's mood gradually recover, shaking his iron fan and talking about more distant plans and arrangements: "The Apocalypse will be reopened after the Spring Festival. The turmoil tonight has caused the people in the city to panic, and the apocalypse ceremony must be foolproof. Before the ceremony, you must never leave the capital again, have you heard!"
"I see." The apocalypse ceremony is related to the fortune of the country, and Shun seriously agreed to it if he had any opinions.
The emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief when he shook the iron fan. He suddenly changed his words, and asked pointedly, "I have heard about you and the farthest distance. Since the trouble is so unpleasant, it is better to consider another one. Chief Guard."
Change the chief guard? Shun’s mind flashed as far away as those dark green eyes with hidden concerns, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse. The emperor had already explained to himself:
To sum up, he has been with you for more than ten years, but he only does random things with you. Willful, never knowing to persuade, how do you look like a dedicated guard. Since you are not getting along, you just take advantage of this to change your personal choice, what do you think?"
Shun was at a loss. Although he had repeatedly stated that he would break up with Jinyuan, he was asked to change the guard... he never really considered it!
The emperor asked him a question. After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the answer. Knowing that this kid would not agree, he whispered: "If you don't want to change, call him back as soon as possible, and prepare for next year's ceremony in advance. "
Shun subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when his father stopped insisting.
Speaking of the farthest, the emperor seemed quite interested. He clicked the iron fan a few times to the music beat, and then suddenly asked, "Do you know his identity?" He started talking, and without waiting for his son to answer, he continued down. Said: "This matter should also be explained to you clearly... Do you know why I should let a person who hides his head and reveals his tail as the chief guard of the East Palace?"
The sound of dance music suddenly rose, and Shun almost didn't hear what he was saying. The identity that he had hidden for many years had become his biggest knot at this moment, even if he had doubts, he would not answer.
The emperor came to a halt again. He waited until the sound of the music gradually subsided before sighing out: "It's just because...this is all specially arranged by your mother."
The music stopped abruptly, leaving Shun's heavy breathing wafting in the room.
The word "Mother..." once again jumped out of the sealed memory, but it made him feel quite unfamiliar, and even the elegant purple figure in his mind became a little fuzzy without knowing it.
In the eyes of the world, the former queen with a mysterious origin died suddenly of illness ten years ago. However, the truth is that the mother suddenly left without saying goodbye in an unusual morning, leaving no reason, and even a simple farewell was stingy to pay.
He couldn't guess why his mother ran away, and his father remained silent about this, becoming more and more indulged in the new magical device sent from the South. The mother never came back since she left. Over time, the expectation hidden in his heart turned into disappointment, confusion gradually breeds annoyance, which caused him to press the almost taboo name to the deepest part of his memory, and never mentioned it to anyone...
"Before she leaves... I want me to take care of the aristocratic branch from the north." The emperor's low voice interrupted his memorial, "You know, you wanted Ye Chi to accept him as a disciple, if it wasn't your mother After several pleadings, how could Ye Chi agree..."
Shun was dumbfounded. He always thought that it was his own credit to be able to worship Master Ye Chi as far as possible. How could he think that it was all because of his mother's help behind...
He suddenly remembered that sunny afternoon, he rushed to the small academy and told the indifferent white boy that when Master Ye Chi had promised to accept him as a disciple, he seemed to have seen the purple figure appear in an instant... …
However, at that time, Jinyuan was just an ordinary child who had just awakened his supernatural power, without any extraordinary performance. Why did his mother be so special to him?
Both father and son were in the memory for a while and stopped talking. The room remained silent until a few crisp glass collisions came from the wall, and a strong and spicy smell of strange medicine swiftly penetrated into the nasal cavity, and the emperor coughed lightly and said: "The night is dark, you go back earlier have a rest."
Shun was still wondering the reason why his mother did this. When he heard him say to see off the guests, he asked again when he wanted to. He saw that his father's fan shaking became more and more sluggish, as if he was tired, he could only put the doubt in his heart temporarily.
He was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. When his father mentioned the unknown past as far as he could, he almost forgot that he had another purpose in coming overnight. The big turmoil tonight, in the final analysis, was caused by the Jade King's private collusion with foreign enemies and abuse of evil potions-the evidence for this matter is solid, and father should have a bottom in his heart.
He told the emperor about this, but the other party didn’t react much. He seemed to have known it a long time ago. He just shook the iron fan and exhorted: "You will get up early tomorrow and go to the quiet forest under the holy tower to wait. It's clear."
Quiet Forest... Is it related to Mr. Mu Yun? Shun didn't know what arrangements his father had, so he asked again, but the emperor didn't answer any more, only urging him to leave quickly. In desperation, he could only whisper "Take care of your body", and finally sent a greeting that he didn't say when he entered the door. Then he took heavy steps and left with a heart full of thoughts.
As soon as the emperor-zi left, the south study room became quiet again, only a few soft glass sounds came from the inner wall.
When it was not too much, the phonograph finally turned over and played the music again. This time it was a fast-paced rock music with the characteristics of South Island. The high-pitched drum beats ping-pong, which is especially noisy in the silent late night.
Ordinary people in the country have to cover their ears when they hear this kind of noise. The emperor seemed to be used to it a long time ago. But the other person in the room apparently holds a different view.
As a silver light flashed across, the Sahua magic stone in the phonograph disintegrated in an instant, and the music was playing close to the climax, suddenly jammed, so that the emperor's hand shaking the fan stopped in the air.
The sound of leather boots landing alternately sounded. The officer finally turned around, holding a narrow half-foot long white jade bottle, and strode towards the emperor. Although after a great turmoil, he still didn't see any expression on his cheeks, holding the vial was better than holding a sword, and there was a sense of oppressive sharpness.
He quickly stood by the desk and put the vial on the table without saying a word. The emperor listened to his footsteps to stop, then put down his hand to close the iron fan at will, and sighed: "The hand is sore when he shakes it, and he finally kept it from this kid..."
He shook his head mockingly, fumbled to open the closet by the desk, and stuffed the iron fan. It turned out that the fan was not transformed by his supernatural power, but just used it to pretend-it seems that he can't even use this power at this moment.
The officer remained silent at the table. The emperor closed the bookcase and pulled the thick white fur on his shoulders before turning around slowly. He was wearing the usual protective goggles on his forehead, covering his eyes, but he could still see countless rust-like lines around his eyes, faintly shining with a few ray of gray.
He forcibly induced the Sacred Tower Contract. Although he successfully repelled the foreign enemy and saved the situation that was about to collapse, he also paid a huge price for it, one of which was the loss of vision. He had poor eyesight, and his eyes were corroded by rust that couldn't be removed due to the supercharged divine impact, and he didn't know when he could be cured.
Ye Chi stared at the brown strange pattern around his eyes, tapped twice beside the white jade bottle, and spit out two words coldly: "Drink medicine."
Although the emperor could not see, he knew the position due to the knocking sound, but did not reach for it. Instead, he leaned back on his chair lazily and said: "You will run for me tomorrow morning to restore this seed of divine power. Put it in the holy lake."
As he said, he took out the jasper fruit condensed with supernatural power left by the Elder Wood, carefully placed it on the table, and listened to Ye Chi taking it away, then sighed: "I have sent someone to inform. Ye Xu...He will be there tomorrow to know the cause and effect, so I am afraid that he will have trouble with Yuling. You are his brother, please comfort me."
The officer still did not answer, and knocked twice next to the vial again.
The emperor knew that he would remember it in his heart, stretched out his hand to take the jade bottle, and shook it twice, smelling the herbal scent, suddenly a little distracted.
He just braced his spirit and told Shun a big deal, just wanting to take this opportunity to beat his son's willful temper, so that he can put his mind to work. Therefore, he deliberately failed to mention the purpose of the jasper fruit: with the help of the super magic circle at the bottom of the holy lake to truly maintain the existence of the holy tower, with this condensed wood divine power, the holy tree can be resurrected.
But there is one thing that he is right. Elder Mu Yun is indeed dead. Even if the holy tree is resurrected, the simple and respectable old man will not be able to appear in front of the world again...
He thought of the figure that seemed to be bent over and guarded under the giant tree forever, and was a little sad, but two knocks brought his attention back again.
"Drink medicine." The two cold and indifferent words were still there. The emperor felt that he heard a bit of unpleasant urge from them. Even though he really didn't want to drink, he could only hold his breath and suffocate, but he did not expect the medicine The bitterness is as if it were extracted from bile.
Why is it so bitter! He had a stiff face, and felt that his tongue was numb. Ye Chi's way of dispensing medicine has long been superb, but he has never had a problem, and he knows his taste preference. How could he...
"...You deliberately?" The emperor stretched his face and asked, but he didn't receive a half-word answer. He held the empty medicine bottle with his hands still in the air, gritted his teeth and was about to get angry. After all, he could not handle the rapid effect of the medicine. He felt soft, his head heated, and he fell asleep dizzy.
The white jade bottle fell off from his hand and fell straight down, but was firmly caught by the other hand that stretched out between the electric lights.
The officer put the medicine bottle back on the tabletop, squinted his eyes and looked at the emperor who had fainted on the wooden chair. After a while, he turned and walked to the closet, took a set of thin silk quilts, and drew out a cotton pillow. He shook off the quilt and covered the emperor's body. The corner received a knot on the back of the chair. He held his head and put it in a cotton pillow. He stepped back and looked again. The emperor was wrapped in a straight body. Zongzi can no longer move.
If the other party is still awake at the moment, he will probably turn his face on this simple and rude technique. It's a pity that the person was already extremely weak, and he took a large dose of heavy medicine.
Ye Chi's gaze stayed on the ugly red rust around the emperor's eyes for a long while, and a few silver lights flashed in his hands, as if he wanted to try again if he could dispel the curse-like damage. But looking at the sleeping figure, he didn't make a move after all, and instead walked towards the stacked bronze cabinets.
He randomly searched through several ancient medicine books from the bookcase, pulled a soft cloth cushion, and sat down next to the emperor, flipping through the books carefully, hoping to find out a few more before the emperor woke up The formula for dissolving the contract and backlash.
The winter night was long, and the lights in the South Study Room remained unstopped until dawn.