Chapter 1: Love for a living

The bleak autumn wind swept the ruined leaves on the tree, almost the color of depression. The fallen leaves drifted into the skylight of the dungeon with the wind, Jun Lixuan listened to the rustling wind, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Bearing the accusation of usurping the throne, the emperor did not immediately grant him death, but kept him in the dungeon, waiting for his death. Jun Lixuan knew in his heart that he couldn't escape death, even if he was a victim.
The heavy lock on the door was opened, and the jailer opened the wooden door of the cell. Ling Qiyang walked in with the food box and a copper basin full of water as before. Then the lock fell again.
Ling Qiyang twisted the wet handkerchief without saying a word and handed it to Jun Lixuan.
The Seventh Prince Jun, Lixuan, is beautiful and unparalleled, with both civil and military skills and countless achievements. He was one of the most promising candidates for the crown prince. Although he is now a prisoner, he still maintains a clean appearance and clothes. His murderous aura sets off his pride and dignity. But all this seems to mock his absurdity and ignorance of sending troops to usurp the throne...
Arrange the food, Ling Qiyang sat on the shabby bench, watching Jun Lixuan eat. Such scenes were repeated every day, and Jun Lixuan gradually got used to it.
Ling Qiyang is Wangyang Bo's second son, and has always wanted to marry him since he was sixteen. But Jun Lixuan had never seen him directly. This dragged on for ten years, and Ling Qiyang remained alone and became the laughingstock of the entire capital. But Jun Lixuan has always been around Yingying and Yanyan, there is no shortage of men and women.
Ling Qiyang was born extremely beautiful, it can be said to be depressed. But because of the imperial concubine, Jun Lixuan instinctively guarded him, and was unwilling to be with him.
After his disaster, apart from his brother, Ling Qiyang was the only person who looked at him, and came on time every day. He did not ask how the situation was outside, nor did the court criticize it. Just look at Ling Qiyang's increasingly thin and pale face to know the answer.
Putting down the chopsticks, Jun Lixuan said without emotion: "You should also plan for yourself in the future. I am dead soon, and you don't have to wait anymore. Find someone worthy to entrust."
Ling Qiyang tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an involuntary smile, "Since that day you rescued me from the wolves, my heart has been set. Even though these years have passed lightly, my original intention has not changed."
Jun Lixuan frowned, "What?"
Ling Qiyang raised his eyes to look at him, his deep eyes trying to hide his sad emotions, "When I was seven years old, my father followed the emperor to hunt in the paddock, and I went with my father and got lost in the mountains. It was late at the time and I was haunted by the wolf. Surrounded by the group, you jumped down from the bushes and killed the wolf who had rushed towards me. Then you lighted the arrow, called the guards, and strangled the wolves. Then you brought me back to the camp."
Jun Lixuan furrowed his brows deeper. He remembered that there was indeed such a thing back then, but the process and the people he rescued had long been blurred. Unexpectedly, his relationship with Ling Qiyang is here.
Ling Qiyang looked at Jun Lixuan who was frowning, and smiled, "Forget it."
"I haven't heard you mention it before." Jun Lixuan said.
Ling Qiyang tugged at the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice: "You never gave me the opportunity to say it."
Jun Lixuan fell silent, and now that he can no longer do anything for Ling Qiyang, he can only stay silent.
After clearing up the dishes, Ling Qiyang took things and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped again, turned his head and said seriously: "I won't let you die."
After speaking, he left without looking back at the sound of the jailer's lock again.
In the afternoon, Jun Lixuan's mother brother, the third prince of the dynasty, Yi Wang Jun Liyuan, appeared in the dungeon. Since Jun Lixuan's accident, he and the sixth prince Jun Liche have been looking for forged letters that forced Jun Lixuan to rebel, but they have always found nothing.
"Three brothers." Seeing Jun Liyuan who was frowning, he didn't know what to say.
Jun Liyuan looked at his handsome younger brother. From what he knows, Jun Lixuan did have a good life, but there was a touch of hostility between his eyes, which also made many people dare to look far away and dare not to interact with King Lin. Jun Liyuan has been thinking countless times, is it because of that ugly look that made Jun Lixuan suffer this disaster?
At that time, the queen mother found Master Qingyi, a master monk of Dedao Dao, to look for Jun Lixuan. The master said: The seventh prince must marry a male wife in exchange for peace.
Now Jun Liyuan does not know whether Jun Lixuan has fallen to where he is today, whether it is because he did not follow the master's prophecy...
"The emperor father summoned me to the study today and said that he would let you out in a month. But you will dethrone your status as King Lin and the Seventh Princes, be demoted as a general, and you will never be allowed to enter Beijing."
"Have you found the evidence?" A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Lixuan's eyes.
Jun Liyuan shook his head, "Although this matter is definitely not dry-cleaning with the imperial concubine and the fifth and fourth children, the sixth and I tried our best to find no evidence."
"How come the father is willing to let me go?" The best result he could think of was a life-long ban, which would have to be when his brother found evidence. And now the emperor actually wants to let him be free, although his name has been cut, it actually has no effect on him.
Jun Liyuan pursed the corner of his mouth and was silent for a while before he said: "Ling Qiyang invites himself to go to the Tarma tribe and his relatives in exchange for your life."
"Tamar?!" Jun Lixuan stood up, the broken teacup rolled to the ground, completely to pieces, "How can he go to Tamar?!"
The Tamar tribe is a nomadic people living on the grassland on the northern border of Daye. The men of Tamar are brave and good at fighting. They often go to war with Daye, which has become one of the most troublesome problems of the Emperor Daye. When the war was tight, there were also examples of marriage, but that was already in the generation of Grandpa Jun Lixuan.
"Tamar took the initiative to send people to beg for marriage this time, and promised that they would not fight for 50 years after the marriage. There is such a good thing, and the father has no reason not to agree. But the difficulty lies in the selection of people. You cannot choose people without status. , Tamar will feel that Da Ye is not sincere. If you choose from the children of the aristocratic family, you are afraid that it will hurt the old minister’s heart. After all, a place like Tamar will never come back for a lifetime." Jun Liyuan sighed deeply. He said, "Ling Qiyang chooses to make a deal with the emperor at this time, just betting that the emperor will agree to it. Moreover, Ling Qiyang is a prince, he can continue to have children, and of course he can be married."
Jun Lixuan pinched the corner of the table tightly with her fingers. Yes, Ling Qiyang is a Qingzi, and the Qingzi of the Daye Dynasty can continue to have children because of drugs. Although it is not easy to get pregnant, it can't change his identity. Ling Qiyang once said that he only wanted to wear a wedding dress for him. And all his life, after all, he failed him, let him as a prince, but he could not get the marriage and favor that he should be.
Jun Lixuan felt sad for Ling Qiyang for the first time, so why bother? For him, a person who looked at him from the front eye, not only changed his physique, from a man to a prince, but also ruined his life.
"Father has made an order, Ling Qiyang will marry in six days. Once he arrives in Tarama, he will let you out."
"I heard that the patriarch Tamar has sadism, and his previous madams were tortured to death by him. As for the concubines who died in his hands are countless..." Jun Lixuan found his voice Some trembling, then immediately stopped.
"Yes, and that patriarch is fifty-five this year. Ling Qiyang married his tenth wife." Hearing the trembling in Jun Lixuan's voice, Jun Liyuan finished speaking for him.
"He..." Jun Lixuan's words stalked in his throat, thinking of what Ling Qiyang said when he left, it turned out that he had already settled the path of the two of them.
"Lixuan, maybe we misunderstood him at first. He is not from the imperial concubine." Thinking of Ling Qiyang's sacrifice for his younger brother, Jun Liyuan couldn't help feeling that he owed him a lot.
Jun Lixuan stood there without a word, only the cracked wooden table leaked his emotions.
Jun Liyuan shook his head and got up and left. He knew that Jun Lixuan needed to be quiet, and it was useless for him to stay here.
Ling Qiyang didn't come in the evening, and the jailer brought the dinner.
Jun Lixuan, who was full of Ling Qiyang's face, had no appetite to eat at all. When she saw the wine on the table, she drank directly from the hip flask.
A toast to dissipate sorrow, worry even more. He understood this truth, but if he didn't do something and didn't get drunk, Jun Lixuan felt that he was going crazy.
He is proud of this life and never owes anyone anything. But I didn't expect that the person who had been waiting for him for ten years would be replaced by another life and be free. But what use is this freedom for him? He found that Ling Qiyang was beginning to be in his heart, but he had no chance to compensate him...
With colic in his abdomen, Jun Lixuan felt sweet in his throat, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fell to the ground with strength. Looking at the hip flask in his hand, Jun Lixuan smiled. How could he forget that others are in prison, even if there is no shortage of meals, there will be no alcohol...
"Alright..." Jun Lixuan's eyes gradually blurred, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, muttering to herself: "I'm dead, you don't have to marry..."
Then his eyelids knocked, and his breath broke.
The dead Jun Lixuan suddenly realized that her consciousness was sober and the pain in her abdomen disappeared. The body became lighter and lighter, and then separated from the body, becoming a lonely soul repeatedly.
Looking at his transparent soul, Jun Lixuan didn't know what expression he had to face. When he saw his corpse still smiling, Ling Qiyang's face appeared in his mind again. He didn't know what expression the person would look like when he knew about his death-but no matter what, he didn't want that person to cry.
Thinking of Ling Qiyang's tearful peachy eyes, Jun Lixuan felt uncomfortable in his heart.
For the next three days, his soul seemed to have its own will, generally wandering around the palace, seeing everything in the world.
Someone was seen wiping off the blood from his body, then untied his belt and crossed the beam, then hung him up, disguised as suicide.
Seeing that the emperor father sighed long after hearing the news of his death.
He burst into tears when he saw his third brother kneeling before his spirit in the middle of the night. Seeing his sixth brother hurried back after hearing the letter, he lost his voice in agony before his spirit.
I also saw those who were sad on the surface hiding their smiling mouths under their sleeves...
But from the beginning to the end, he did not see Ling Qiyang, nor did he hear the will to cancel the marriage.
Three days later, Jun Lixuan was buried in the name of King Lin. But because he died suddenly, the tomb could only be found temporarily. After the burial, Jun Lixuan's soul was fixed next to his tombstone and could not go anywhere.
The small soil beside the official road in the suburbs just happened to be able to see the people and carriages on the official road, which was not lonely.
After staying here for two days, the scenery has long been bored. In the past two days, Ling Qiyang still thought about Jun Lixuan the most, and he didn't know how he was now.
Early the next morning, the married team left the capital formidable. It was the third prince who took the lead in sending off his relatives. Jun Lixuan knew that it was Ling Qiyang's wedding team, and his death did not exchange Ling Qiyang's peace.
When the carriage came to the front of King Lin's tomb, it stopped suddenly.
Jun Liyuan dismounted and walked to the carriage, Ling Qiyang helped him get out of the carriage.
The fiery red wedding dress was worn on Ling Qiyang layer by layer, not as complicated as a woman, and without a phoenix crown and hijab. Only the long back swing and the wide long sleeves, hunting and tumbling in the bleak autumn breeze...beautiful intoxicated and sad...
Ling Qiyang looked at Jun Lixuan's tombstone from a distance. After a long time, he whispered to Jun Liyuan, "I'm sorry." Then he lifted his clothes and ran towards Jun Lixuan's tombstone.
The back posing was blown by the wind while running, and the fire-like wedding dress seemed to burn Jun Lixuan's eyes. He knew that Ling Qiyang could not see him, but he could feel that Ling Qiyang was coming at him.
Ling Qiyang on the run is like a desperate phoenix, sadly beautiful, but also resolutely firm. When Jun Lixuan realized that his purpose was to stop him, he couldn't do anything. He could only watch the phoenix fly over...
With a muffled sound, Ling Qiyang slammed into Jun Lixuan's tombstone and slowly slid to the ground against the tombstone. The blood ran down Ling Qiyang's forehead, stained the head of the stele, and stained the stele seat.
Jun Lixuan wanted to reach out and hug him, but it was in vain.
Jun Liyuan stopped the guard who was about to go forward, but stood there clearly, watching all this quietly.
Ling Qiyang lifted the corner of his mouth and said in a low breath, "If there is an afterlife, I wish you peace and prosperity. I also wish I...no longer love you..."
Tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, and Ling Qiyang swallowed. Jun Lixuan clenched her fists, feeling a little coolness on her face.
Who is crying? He heard a deep cry, so familiar, so painful...he suddenly regained his senses, only to realize that it was himself who was sobbing, his body could not respond, but his heart was extremely sad. Tears welled up from the eyes and soaked the clothes, and the low voice of grief turned into a cry.
Ling Qiyang's name could not be engraved on his stele, but he buried and slept with him with his blood.
In the darkness before his eyes, Jun Lixuan completely lost consciousness. At the last second of Qingming, he couldn't help thinking, if there is an afterlife, he will do everything to find Ling Qiyang-hold your hand and grow old with him...
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