Jing Xian looked at the man standing outside.
Through the gauze curtain under the hat, he seemed to be able to look directly into the man's eyes.
a long time.
He said, "Come in."
The man rubbed the snow on his feet outside, and then stepped into the house, but walked very slowly.
The breeze blew up the veil hanging from the hat on his head, and he could vaguely see his dry and peeling lips.
Jing Xian looked at him with shocked and curious eyes, and even had the urge to tear off the hat to see what the mysterious person who had been communicating with him all these years looked like? Who is he
It was just that impulse, he restrained it!
The man came in and stood in front of him.
"sit down."
The man lowered his body, hesitated for a moment, sat down with his robes crossed, and glanced intently at the notes in the stove that had long since turned to ashes.
On the note, only two words were written—black and white.
These two words have no meaning, they only represent his handwriting.
When Jing Xian saw the familiar handwriting, he knew that the person who came was someone who had corresponded with him for many years, so he hurriedly invited him in.
Jing Xian put away his curious eyes and looked normal, as if he was meeting with an old friend, and then poured a cup of tea for the man in front of him.
Push it in front of it!
"It's been snowing constantly recently, and it just stopped today. It's a coincidence that you came here." With a chatty tone.
"Seeing the prince, no matter how big the wind and snow is, the old man will come."
"Then why are you coming?"
"Your Highness should ask, why am I only here now?" the man corrected him.
Jing Xian smiled, "Okay, then I'm all ears."
The man didn't respond in time, stretched out the hand with scars from being burned, picked up the teacup, shook it gently, but never put it into his mouth, as if he was admiring a precious item.
Jing Xian looked at the terribly burned hand, his eyes tightened slightly. Although the man in front of him was scrawny and dressed in ordinary clothes, he sat upright, exuding an air of awe, noble and indifferent. Unpredictable.
It wasn't until the man put the teacup down that a slight voice came from under the hat.
"Because the time has come!"
Six words, both light and heavy.
As if with a long-awaited sense of anticipation.
Jing Xian didn't know, but he was stunned by those six words, as if someone was scratching his back.
"The timing? What timing?"
"Best time!"
"who are you?"
"Who am I, does it matter?" the man asked back. Jing Xian was silent for a while, looked at him, and said slowly, "Fifteen years ago, after my mother and concubine died, if you hadn't told me to pretend to be sick, my father would have killed me, and I wouldn't have done it. Live to this day, all these years, you have planned for me step by step, as far as I am concerned, you are my benefactor.
Without you, there would be no me, but over the years, a question has always lingered in my mind, who are you? Why help me? "
He couldn't see the face under the man's hat, let alone his expression.
quite a while-
The man said, "You really want to know?"
"Yes." Jing Xian nodded, "There is no one else here, why don't you take off the hat? Show your true face."
"Okay!"
Feel free to respond.
The man slowly got up, closed the door, then stretched out his hand to hold the hat, and took it off under Jing Xian's extremely curious eyes. As the hat was lifted a little bit, the face hidden under the veil was gradually revealed, and the thin light in the room mercilessly rushed towards his extremely terrifying face, half of which was almost burned by fire Do you have to leave a piece of good skin, the flesh is connected, the purple one, and even the tiny blood vessels are
Seeing clearly, the eyelids were almost stuck together, causing that eye to open very small.
When I saw it suddenly, I shuddered.
Although the fire destroyed half of his face, Jing Xian recognized him.
"Bang" sound.
He knocked over the cup in his hand, and the tea gradually flowed down the table to his clean plain robe. He leaned back a little, put his hands on the ground, raised his eyes, and looked at the person standing in front of him in shock. .
"Uncle?" The voice trembled.
Uh!
Uncle
This person is Duke Yuguo! Fifteen years later, Duke Yu, who used to be handsome in the past, is now as scrawny as a firewood, dressed in coarse cloth, and his face is completely ruined. The difference, but the noble aura in his bones has not diminished in the slightest.
, especially those eyes, firm and cold, with an unyielding momentum.
Jing Xian stood up, his steps were unsteady, he staggered a few steps, his eyes widened.
Incredible!
"How is that possible?" He still didn't believe it, and was surprised, "Is it really not you who was buried in the mausoleum?"
Duke Yu said, "That's right, the person buried under the tomb is actually Zhao Hao."
"How... how could this be?"
Duke Yu smiled bitterly and said, "The fire really killed me back then. Fortunately, God opened my eyes and let me escape. I survived for fifteen years and hid for fifteen years, like a puppet."
Jing Xian: "… "
"There are more than 70 people in my house, all of them were buried in the fire overnight, and the screams echoed in my ears every night. In the past 15 years, they have never been broken."
Speaking of the events of the past now, Duke Yu's tone was very indifferent, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
But who knows, at this moment, the waves in his heart are turning over the river.
That is hate!
Jing Xian was still stunned for a long time and asked, "Then how did you enter Beijing?"
Duke Yuguo: "This year's festival, the emperor invited monks from Guang'an Temple to Beijing, waiting to go to the mausoleum to recite sutras and pray, so the boxes containing Buddhist sutras were not checked when they were transported into Beijing."
turn out to be!
Back then, the mighty Duke Yu was hiding in a box and entered the capital.
ridiculous!
Jing Xian swallowed his saliva, took a breath, and asked, "Then why did you come to me?"
Duke Yu said, "Didn't you always want to know, why did your father and emperor cruelly kill your mother and concubine? I'm here to tell you the truth."
Uh!
the truth! Jing Xianman, with confused and excited eyes, took two steps forward with difficulty, his eyes were wet and red, "I still remember that after my uncle died, someone sent a letter to the mother and concubine, and she didn't have time. After reading it, the royal father's people came. I hid behind the curtain and saw my mother with my own eyes.
The concubine was drunk with poisoned wine, but there was nothing she could do, but I knew that the death of my concubine was related to the Duke of Yuguo, so over the years, I tried my best to find out the truth and avenge my concubine, but what happened back then What? To make the royal father so cruel, and even kill me? "
Choked voice! hoarse.