Chapter 114: Where to be melancholy in spring

"History of the Heavenly Dynasty·Emperor Capital", Volume Eighty.
On the night of Dingmao in July of the 27th year of Shengwu, the Guangyuemen private candle shop exploded. The fire was swift and violent.
Ling Wang heard the news, transferred three thousand Xuanjia army to move people, diverted water to fight fire. Yinban, the fire was extinguished, and the private candle shop turned to ashes.
In Wuchen, Muyuantang sheltered the victims, funded the construction of houses, and made public security. Dali Temple investigated, Ji Wang Zong's slaves opened firecracker workshops privately, which caused this disaster. The emperor's anger cut the king's salary by two thousand households and ordered him to think behind closed doors.
The brush of history is like a knife, but a sharp blade can't engrave all the truth. Between the light and the dark, the vague grey edge precipitates the most real traces of time and time, always wearing a faint veil in the blur.
That night in Lvyifang was the last time Hu Sanniang saw the gorgeousness of fire.
She stood on the scorching bluestone floor and watched as the tongue greedily licked all the souls of the Jade Blood Pavilion, including the Twelve Blood Fiends, and the dancing flames flew up to the Red Mansion Bi Pavilion and rushed towards the Xiao Han.
The figure that slowly walked out of the flames was like a Hades from hell, the swordsman wailed and screamed, the snow-clothed blade cut all the ruined crying songs, and the fire shadow flew down like a cold.
The eyes of the nirvana sentient beings were sealed by the scorching fire and the heat waves, as if they were separated from the world. The blood, insects and snakes underneath had nothing to do with him. The world was wailing. He stood on the highest place and looked at him with cold eyes.
"Hu Sanniang."
This was the first time she heard him speak, his voice was like his sword, thousands of miles in ice and snow.
She couldn't see his face clearly under the turbulent fire, only the condescending majesty was overwhelming. She knew that he was looking at her after passing through the night of fireworks, and that invisible gaze seemed to penetrate her body, making people disappear in such a gaze.
She really couldn't help being so oppressed, softly knelt down in front of Ye Tianling, trembling softly: "Your Highness... forgive me!"
She bowed her head charmingly, a few strands of blue silk rippling: "King Xi and the slaves know everything about them. Please spare the slaves' life, and the slaves are willing to say anything!"
Chu Chu Yan bones, thousands of styles, and tears seem to drip in his seductive eyes, almost turning all sentient beings upside down. But when he raised his eyes, the silent cold breath came through his heart. The traces of ice and snow in those eyes never melted, and only one cold word was heard: "Say."
Ling Wang is a daughter of one word, is this already an answer not to kill her? Hu Sanniang was overjoyed, trying to maintain her charming demeanor, and she said timidly: "The slave family was originally a good girl, and she was forced into desperation by King Zhan in Tiandu that year, so she had to go to King Xi, King Xi...he was originally I want to conspire big things!"
In order to please Ye Tianling, she immediately shuddered all the things in the secret of King Xi. King Xi and the Bixie Pavilion were in a fight, win over Wei Qian, and used the Tianwu Zuifang to collect ill-gotten wealth. After the incident, he deliberately gave Wei Qian the important post of supervising the transportation of grain and grass, and asked him to go to Northern Xinjiang to send him to death, and wanted to use this to trap King Zhan to death.
At the beginning of the expedition to Mobei, he leaked King Ling's whereabouts to the East Turks, contacted Shiluo Khan to send someone to assassinate him, and at the same time trapped King Ling's powerful general Chishu. Once he failed, he used Shi Zhonghou to force him to use King Ling's life in exchange for his mother's life.
Dingbing was living in Chengping Palace and accidentally discovered that there was a secret road leading to the outside of the palace. Bixuege found the Mingyi Tower from some clues in the secret road, and later found that Concubine Lian had amethyst beads given by Mu Di. So they sent someone to sneak into the Lotus Pond Palace, and tried to threaten Concubine Lian, so they killed her.
"For the past few years, he has been trying to get rid of His Royal Highness by the hands of Turkic people. Who knows that His Royal Highness actually destroyed the Turkic royal family, so he started to use poison, that poison..." Hu Sanniang hurriedly looked around and looked up. Pointing to Xiao Zichu's body not far away, "He deserves it! The Nujia even persuaded them not to be so vicious, but they were scolded and beaten!"
Ye Tianling didn't say a word from beginning to end. Hu Sanniang couldn't think of what else to say. She cautiously looked forward, and dropped her eyes in horror as soon as she touched that gaze: "And...and... Recently, some of the ideas are Zhuang He didn’t know who Sanliu was given to King Xi. He was so powerful that even King Ji had a handle in his hand. Now King Ji helped them in everything. This Zhuang Sanliu seemed to hate His Highness. He also coveted the princess with all his heart. By the way, King Xi asked us to check the Ming Palace tonight, it seems to be related to him."
She said everything she could say, except that Ye Tianling was not satisfied, but she was really nervous and raised her head in a sorrowful manner: "The slave is willing to serve His Royal Highness in the future, and the slave will do whatever she wants!" She deliberately raised her hands together. I gathered up my messy clothes and hung my head shyly. The blue silk was drooping. When my waist was twisted, the fat-like skin at the neckline became more and more exposed. It was reflected in the firelight, and the color was beating. The soft light was like water. It looks coquettish.
Suddenly, there was a cold in the neck, and the clear and cold sword in Ye Tianling's hand had reached her throat, and she exclaimed, "Your Highness! Your Highness has promised to spare the slave family!"
Ye Tian Ling Jian pointed slightly hard and raised her face: "Yes, this king has promised not to kill you, so charming and charming, it would be a shame to kill."
Tears faint in Hu Sanniang's beautiful eyes, frowning and sad, and she said softly: "Your Highness!"
Ye Tianling put his sword into its sheath blankly, and said to the side faintly: "Destroy this face, cut out your eyes and cut your tongue, and send it to Xia Jiu Fang." After that, he turned and walked outside, never looking at Hu Sanniang anymore. At a glance.
Hu Sanniang stayed on the spot, suddenly reacted, yelled, and rushed forward almost frantically: "Ye Tianling! You...you are still not a human! You..." The curse behind broke in a stern cry , Ye Tianling's figure has disappeared into the night filled with fireworks.
Xuan Jia Jin Ge, both inside and outside the Green Clothes Square are under martial law. Except for those who came to the Bixue Pavilion for reinforcements were deliberately released, since the Guangyue Gate fire broke out, no more people have been able to enter the Lvyifang, including the guards of Gyeonggi Guardian and Prince Ji's Mansion who came successively.
When Ye Tianling slowly appeared in front of the Xuanjia Army that blocked the Luyifang, King Ji was losing his temper, but all the Xuanjia Army soldiers turned a deaf ear to the front and refused to buy the prince's account.
As soon as he saw Ye Tianling, King Ji immediately sent his full anger on him: "Four brother! What do you mean? This mansion garden is also in the name of King Ji mansion anyway. Such a big thing happened. What's stopping us outside? Even if I can't take care of this, even Gyeonggi Division can't get in, what do you Xuanjiajun want to do?"
Ye Tianling only took the corner of his eye to his body, and said in a cold tone: "Brother Sanhuang knows that this is a major event. If you have time to discuss with me, it is better to take care of the servants. If there are more such private candle shops, Be careful to set a fire to Prince Ji's Mansion, I am afraid no one can save you."
King Ji didn't even know that the people in the Bixue Pavilion in this idle house had committed Ye Tianling's taboo. He trembled with anger when he heard such cold and ruthless words: "What...what did you say!" It's not been a year or two for the firecracker shops to make huge profits. Originally, things were very secretive, but the Gyeonggi Division accidentally found clues last year. In Tiandu, except for the Young Mansion Secretary, privately making firecrackers is strictly forbidden. This is not a small crime. Fortunately, King Xi is a wise man. He kept the secrets from him without telling him. He also showed interest in this matter. Frequent frequent exchanges. Sudden accident in this private candle shop tonight is really burning eyebrows for King Ji. The Emperor is ill. This case will not be taken lightly when he is brought out. How can he not let him jump? The key is that it is summer, and the private candle shop is in a half-closed state. How could it happen suddenly?
Ye Tianling ignored Ji Wang Tieqing’s face and snorted coldly:
As for Gyeonggi Guards, guard against slack and neglect of duty, wait for tomorrow to listen to it!
He didn’t look at the people in front of him from beginning to end, but stood opposite. King Xi, who was not far behind King Ji, turned a blind eye even more. After saying this, he beat his horse and left. The black armored cavalry followed closely. The horses and horses galloped, and soon disappeared at the end of the black long street.
"Ye Tianling!" King Ji pointed to the arrogant flying dust left by the Profound Armor Army. He was about to jump like thunder. His shoulder was suddenly pressed by a hand, and King Xi half of his face was hidden under the light of the fire swaying in the wind, dark and dark. "Third brother, he is going to be hard with us. At this time, he deliberately made this matter, making it clear that he would not even let you go. The first act is the strongest, and the second is the loss!"
Wang Ji was stunned: "Intentionally made this matter?"
King Xi said: "Don't you see that the people who moved out are unscathed? The Xuan Jia army arrived at the Green Clothes Square before the fire broke out, and they were prepared."
King Ji was pressed by the hand to stand firm, but the fire in his heart rushed to the top of his head, and said angrily: "Is the father spoiling him now? What if he is hard! Am I still afraid of him? ?"
"The third brother is right." King Xi stood behind him with chills in his eyes, but the corners of his lips brought out a cold smile.
The lights in King Ling's Mansion tonight are not much brighter than usual, but almost everyone has no sleep.
It was almost early in the morning after everything was dealt with, and Ye Tian Ling walked back to the bedroom alone. One day the fireworks and dust settled, the moon was light in the west, and the night breeze was slightly cool.
Baguio was returning with something from the outside. His eyes were slightly red and swollen. He was obviously crying. When he saw him, he whispered, "Your Highness."
Ye Tianling turned around and asked, "What happened to her?"
"The county lord is awake."
After hearing this, Ye Tianling frowned but didn't see any stretch, only said: "You all go down."
Baguio seems to have something to say: "His Royal Highness..."
Ye Tianling raised her hand to stop her, Baguio looked helplessly in the direction of the sleeping hall, and gently stepped back.
When Ye Tianling stepped into the courtyard of the sleeping hall, he suddenly stopped. Before the sleeping hall, there was a man who was thin and shaky. Apparently he had been kneeling for a long time. Hearing the footsteps, he turned to see him, and wailed: "Your Highness..."
Ye Tianling's expression turned cold in an instant, and she ignored him, and walked forward. Qian Wei walked in front of him in two steps: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Tianling's eyes: "What are you doing here?"
Qian Wei knocked a few heads repeatedly, Chai Tian messed up: "Qian Wei knows that he is very sinful, and he can't redeem him for a hundred deaths. I just want to see your Highness again."
Ye Tianling looked at her for a while, then suddenly sneered: "You think the poison is not enough, come and see if this king is dead?"
Qian Wei's face was pale, and he shook his head and cried: "No...No! I never thought of harming Your Highness! I don't know that it is poison! If I knew, I would rather drink it myself than give it to Your Highness!"
Ye Tianling's eyes were cold and cold: "The king really wants to thank you."
With tears on his face, Qianzhi stretched out his hand to pull his clothes: "The big mistake has been done, and Qianzhi can only atone for his sin with death. Qianyi dare not ask His Highness to forgive him, as long as he can die in His hands, he will die without regret."
Ye Tianling flicked his robes abruptly, showing disgust: "Kill you dirty my sword."
Qian Wei raised his head in his merciless words and looked at him madly with a sad expression. The cold wind blows on her face, the chilly feeling is like a needle, and she shatters her heart little by little, provoking the sadness and loneliness that has been hidden deep in her heart for a long time. His cold silhouette fades in the mist of mist, "Yes, I'm confused. Your Royal Highness doesn't even bother to kill me! From the day the Empress Dowager gave me to you, you have never seen me face to face. Every time you come to Think Garden, you are dealing with the female officials sent by the Queen Mother. , I will leave before dawn. When people go to the empty building, I will be alone in guarding such a large garden every day, guarding the fine clothes and jade food that Prince Ling's Mansion gave me. I never dared to ask the princess for your favor, but I beg you to take a look at me, even if you smile at me occasionally, I will be content if you can give me a point in the extreme love. Am I really worthless, so annoying?" The more she talked, the more desperate she became. I don't know if it is love or hate, but I just stared at the man before me.
Ye Tianling stood a step away from her, quietly listening to her cry. Suddenly, the blue light flashed, and the saber around his waist was unsheathed. Qian Wei's voice floated slightly with the cold light and stopped. She raised her head to face his sword and smiled sadly.
However, to her surprise, the attacking sword aura was not imposed on her, but she saw the long sword draw a sharp light in the dark.
"Your Highness!"
With a sudden sound, the sword dropped blood in front of her. A long scar appeared on Ye Tianling's forearm, and blood flowed across him, his voice was indifferent and steady: "I can't give you what you want. If I owe you, I have already used my flesh and blood to pay you back. Since then, I will not want to see you again."
The blood dripped faster and faster along his fingertips, and quickly accumulated on the bluestone ground into a spring of blood. The wind swept the remaining leaves. The corners of his clothes swayed in front of Qianzhi's eyes, turned and raised, and went away.
A line of blood, two cold.
Qian Wei watched Ye Tianling disappear into her sight in disbelief. After a long time, she slowly lowered her head to look at the blood-stained sword in front of her, a bleak smile suddenly appeared on her face.
She carefully adjusted her sideburns, straightened the scattered hairpins, and slowly reached out and picked up the sword. Qingfeng was dazzling, with his blood and his temperature remaining on the sword.
Looking up, the night is blue, and the moon shadow is remote and cold, just like her life, never clear.
Turning the bluestone road, Ye Tianling stepped up the steps of the palace. He walked extremely slowly, and even stopped completely when he reached the last step, stood for a moment, and slowly sat down on the temple step.
Everything was quiet, but he was a little afraid to enter the palace at this time. Whether it was the life-killing sword of the Jade Blood Pavilion, King Ji’s roar and accusation, King Xi’s conspiracy and tricks, he never made him feel that way, at a loss. .
With his hands on his knees, the blood on his arms kept dripping, waves of pain had begun to penetrate from the skin to the bone marrow, but he had no idea of ​​dealing with the wound. At that moment, it seemed that only his own blood could crush this absurdity. He almost hated himself. If he owes someone to him, why should he pay it back with Qing'er's pain?
He raised his hand to cover his eyes, but a pair of clear eyes appeared in the darkness. She looked at him like that, she was begging him to protect their children, but he still made the cruel decision.
Those eyes were black and white, and they became clearer because of the pain of bone-cutting. They were as sharp as a thin blade, and it reminded him that he didn't know how to face it.
Twenty years of arrogant screaming, hesitating, only to know tonight.
He couldn't help clenching his fist tightly, and the sharp pain that came when the wound bleeds made people feel better. At this moment, he suddenly heard an inaudible sob from the depths of the sleeping hall, and his hand on his forehead was loosened slightly. He opened his eyes and listened carefully, suddenly turned around, stood up and walked quickly to the sleeping hall.
Palace lanterns draw shadows, and the curtains are deep. He hurried to the couch and saw Qing Chen crouching alone in the depths of the brocade. She held the quilt tightly with her hands, but her body was trembling slightly. The suppressed cry was buried in the deepest and almost could not be heard, but it made him feel like a knife.
"Qing'er..."
Qing Chen quickly wiped away her tears when she heard the voice, but when she saw Ye Tianling, she actually hid back and avoided him.
Ye Tianling froze there, something in Qing Leng's eyes collapsed and fell into the abyss, his voice was full of anxiety: "Qing'er, listen to me."
Qing Chenyin's tears rushed out of her eyes again. Her expression was a little confused, but her eyes were burning and staring at him, and she asked in a mute voice: "Why don't you want him? Isn't he your child? He has seven. Moon is old! He can survive, why don't you want him?"
"I..." Ye Tianling's outstretched hand was frozen in the air, and he couldn't say a word, but he looked at Qing Chen's haggard look distressedly, with anxious face. But the scolding in the eyes in front of him was too sharp and sharp. For the first time in his life, he felt unable to meet a person's eyes, and finally closed his eyes and turned his head.
Tears shed all over the messy silk brocade, losing the target of questioning, Qing Chen seemed to be emptied of all strength, her eyes wandering in a daze, and she fell feebly. She turned her head aimlessly, but suddenly saw that Ye Tianling's arm hanging beside her was full of blood, which had already soaked through her sleeves and dripped on the couch.
Suddenly there was a blank in her mind, she was shocked, and she trembled and shouted, "Fourth brother!"
Ye Tianling heard her scream, turned around to see her standing up and reaching out to him, he almost immediately grabbed her and brought it into his arms. Qing Chen struggled: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Ye Tianling turned a deaf ear to her question, just hugged her tightly and refused to relax for a moment. Qing Chen was weak at this time and naturally couldn't hold him back. Feeling the warmth of his blood in her tentacles, the sadness in her heart couldn't help but turned into panic. She didn't dare to move, so she shouted out: "Come here!"
Hearing the messy footsteps, Ye Tianling was forced to let go of Qing Chen. Zhang Dingshui did not leave Lingwang's Mansion, and was invited to the front immediately.
The maids were already knelt in front of the couch holding water, medicine cloth and other things. Qing Chen looked at Ye Tianling's blood in her hands with horror: "How could this be? You, what are you doing?" She managed to support herself. Looking at his wound, Zhang Dingshui said: "Wang Hao, let me come."
Even though Ren Qingchen left his embrace, Ye Tianling still held her tightly with the other hand. The blood stains in the shallower part of the wound had dried up a bit. Zhang Dingshui cut his shirt open and moved lightly. He was unprepared and couldn't help taking a breath.
Seeing that the wound was extremely deep, it was actually a newly added sword mark. For a moment, he was confused and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Ye Tianling turned his head to look at her, and there were still faint mottled tears on her face, her eyebrows were lightly frowning, and her face was not gloomy, but the bottom of her eyes were full of his familiar concern and softness. He shook his head and said that it was okay. He stared at her and smiled slowly. It was a relieved smile from his heart, so real and so joyful, as if thousands of miles of sunshine were shining on the top of a snowy peak.
Qing Chen already knew the answer she asked just now. A little bit of his injury can already make her worried. No more reasons are needed. All he does is because they are the softest part of each other's hearts. People can be willing to eat their bones and blood, but how can they get their own heart?
After taking the medicine prescribed by Zhang Dingshui for a few days, the remaining poison of Hongchen Jie was completely clear, but Qing Chen's vitality was severely injured, and she often felt dizzy and weak.
What makes Baguio and Mrs. Bai very puzzled is that if Qing Chen felt a little uncomfortable in the past, Ye Tianling would always take time to accompany him no matter how busy he was. Now that something like this happens, he is often not in the house. Tian has never returned to the house.
Qing Chen didn't ask much about this, but once when Wei Changzheng came back and said that after her Royal Highness was delayed in Feng Mansion tonight, she gently closed the scroll in her hand and watched the clouds floating in the sky silently for a long time, and then summoned Wu Wei to give orders. People in the mansion are restrained, and recently they are not allowed to leave the mansion at will. In addition to the former Xuanjia guards in the palace, many more subordinates of Mingyilou were added.
At nightfall on the third day, Ye Tianling returned home.
Qing Chen leaned on the couch, watching him stand there and drank a bowl of Ganoderma lucidum soup that Baguio brought in. He waved back the maid, went to his coat, and lay on his back beside her.
Qing Chen pillowed his shoulders and raised his eyes. He was looking down at her carefully. There was a faint layer of light in the eyes, warmth, but the reddish bloodshot eyes could not be hidden.
"Four brother." After a while, she called him softly. Ye Tianling responded with a vague voice. He held her tightly in his arms for a few minutes, and then whispered: "I'll go to bed and talk to you later."
Qing Chen raised his hand to put the cloud tent, and there was a quiet and peaceful front of the couch. When he turned around, he had already fallen asleep.
She lay quietly in his arms for a while, but couldn't sleep. After lying for a long time, she felt a little pain in her heart, so she gently got up and sat down. In the past, Ye Tianling would wake up as long as she moved, but today he slept extraordinarily. Qing Chen put the thin quilt at hand on him, seeing his eyebrows in the dark, calm and real in his sleep.
The bright moon pierced the window, the moonlight was like water, faintly spreading across the ground, covering the eyebrows. At the moment by his side, the predecessors have passed away, and the day will be long. Ning Wenqing in the past and Feng Qingchen in the future are just distant phantoms.
Qing Chen raised his head slightly, looking through the carved window lattice to meet the clear moonlight, thinking of nothing in his heart, just willing to accompany him like this, staying at this moment that belongs to them only in the years when the sun and the moon are flowing. So quiet, so peaceful.
Ye Tianling slept for only half an hour, raised her hand in Meng Li, suddenly felt that Qing Chen was not around, and immediately woke up: "Qing'er!"
Qing Chen turned her head when she heard the sound, Ye Tianling saw her hand pressing her chest, and quickly got up and asked, "Is my heart hurt again?"
Qing Chen smiled and shook his head, the tension in Ye Tianling's eyes faded. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his forehead, suddenly a pair of soft hands covered his brows, and Qing Chen smiled faintly. He pulled her hand down and held it, Qing Chen looked at him through the moonlight for a while, and asked softly: "Are everything all right?"
Ye Tianling looked at her and asked, "Do you believe me or not?"
Qing Chen said: "Believe."
There was a steep arc between Ye Tianling's lips: "That's fine, let me do all these things."
Qing Chen's eyes and the moonlight are intertwined, and the clarity is slightly sharp: "Fourth brother, even if it is not as sharp as the sword in your hand, I don't want to become your weakness. You love me, pity me, and take me Protected from those storms, but how can they allow me to be peaceful? Not to mention some people who originally came for me."
Ye Tianling's eyes were strangely calm, and a frightening light shone in the gloom: "They can no longer have a chance. I won't let you suffer any more harm, absolutely."
Qing Chen was quiet for a while, then smiled and said, "Well, I'll go to the Buddhist temple tomorrow to find Master Jingjie for tea, and stay a few days by the way to ask for some leisure."
Ye Tianling groaned a little, nodded and said: "Okay, I will send someone to take you there, it's quiet and safe."
Qing Chen said: "Let Mingyilou follow me."
Ye Tianling looked down at her. She only smiled lightly. Seeing him thoughtfully, she asked: "Why, don't you believe that I can taste tea and discuss the Fa with Master Jingjie?"
The corners of Ye Tianling's lips bend down, and he uttered a word: "Letter."