Luo Wei stared blankly at the palace in front of him. This is the Changming Palace, yes, but why is he just a wandering soul now? Could it be that he was still tortured to death by Ku Liu? He remembered that Wei Lan saved him, was it just his hallucination before he died
Walking from room to room, he was just a wandering soul, floating in the air, passing through the walls, no one could see him, and of course he couldn't let anyone know of his existence.
In the dormitory of Emperor Xingwu, Ning Fei knelt beside the dragon couch, and it was Long Xuan who was lying on the dragon couch.
Luo Wei was shocked, he had worked so hard, but the result was still the same? Long Xuan will become the emperor, and his family will still die? Luo Wei hung directly above Long Xuan, only to find that Long Xuan's face was ashes as he was dying.
"Your Majesty," Ning Fei's voice was clearly crying, "you should drink the medicine!"
"Zizhou" Long Xuan's voice was weak, and his breath could no longer keep up.
"His Majesty!"
"Prince is young, and I still want it in the future. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Your Majesty," Ning Fei picked up the medicine on the short table beside him, "Take a sip, I beg you!"
However, Long Xuan only shook his head, "Why drink something useless?"
Ning Fei's hand trembled, and the steaming potion also splashed a little on his hand, this person was unaware.
Long Xuan looked at the sky above him, and almost made Luo Wei suspect that this person could see him. Just when he was about to hide, he heard Long Xuan say, "Luo Wei has been gone for a year."
"Your Majesty!" Ning Fei's voice suddenly became louder, "Don't say it anymore."
Long Xuan didn't look at Ning Fei either, as if he was talking to himself: "Do you know why I treat him like this? When everyone in the world is trying to please Long Yu, only he treats me wholeheartedly. De, even a finger of Zizhou can't compare, I... , how could I like such a person? At that time, I wanted to completely destroy this person, maybe everything would be over."
Rowe was dumbfounded.
Long Xuan looked at Ning Fei, "But I just can't forget him! Even if he is the filthiest person in the world, the meanest person in the world, I still think of him. Do you know why I gouged out his eyes? Because I can't see the past in his eyes. In his eyes, there is nothing but hate. I scolded Luo Wei for betraying his ancestors and forgetting his ancestry. He did everything for me. I am ungrateful, all the same, all sinners."
Ning Fei couldn't listen to it anymore, and said, "Don't mention the past, Your Majesty."
"Don't mention it?" Long Xuan laughed, "How can you not mention it? I love him! I'm a lunatic, a lunatic!" Long Xuan's tears fell on the pillow towel, "Mad!"
Rowe left, wishing he had never been here.
The street was very quiet, and the snow fell quietly. There had never been such a quiet time in Luo Wei's memory. Luo Wei stood under the eaves of a residential house, and occasionally pedestrians walked past him, leaving a series of footprints on the snow, which were covered by the snow after a while.
After sunset, the death knell was heard in the palace.
Long Xuan is dead.
The whole country mourns.
Luo Wei stood under the eaves, not thinking about anything, just standing. Look at the white flags hanging on the lintels of every household. Watching the monks at Huguo Temple hurried past him, they were about to rush to the palace to chant scriptures for the deceased emperor. Looking at the lively street, because of Long Xuan's death, it became depressed overnight.
Seven days later, the new emperor sent his father out of the palace to the imperial mausoleum for burial.
Luo Wei saw Xie Yu, Liu Shuangshi, Zheng Jingfeng, and Emperor Pingzhang's Manchu civil and military affairs.
Ning Fei stayed by the new emperor's side for only seven days. Ning Fei was old and his temples were gray.
Luo Wei looked at the huge coffin, and Long Xuan only outlived him by a year. Long Xuan is right, he Luo Wei is a bitch, and he Long Xuan is a lunatic. Ning Fei is really pitiful, to fall in love with such a madman, and this madman would have to tell him before his death that he loves a bitch, but not him, even if they already have skin-to-skin relationship.
The blizzard became more and more violent, which reminded Luo Wei of the blizzard when he died. Is this just a coincidence, or is it a predestined ending? Luo Wei wanted to cry, but there were no tears to shed.
A piece of soul-calling flag was blown all the way by the wind and fell to Luo Wei's feet.
Ning Fei's eyes also fell to the eaves with the soul-calling banner. There were kneeling full of people seeing off, and it seemed like a person was standing where the soul-calling banner fell. Ning Fei staggered and almost fell to the ground, why is Luo Wei here
"General," a colleague stepped forward to support Ning Fei when he was busy.
Ning Fei only hurriedly raised his head to look at the spot where his sight had just fallen. Only the soul-calling banner lay there motionless, there was no Luo Wei, and there was not a single person. Ning Fei looked at the coffin in front of him, his eyes were old and sad.
"I went to find Luo Wei," Long Xuan's last words were, "I'm afraid he won't want to see me again."
Ning Fei never knew what Long Xuan was thinking. The joys of the flesh brought only waves of greater emptiness. Ning Fei had never understood Luo Wei, why did he fall in love with Long Xuan? To fall in love with someone who has never been good to you, you will not hesitate to give up everything. Maybe this is just a matter of Long Xuan and Luo Wei. He Ning Fei is just an outsider, a complete outsider.
"General?" The new emperor also stopped.
"Your Majesty, I am rude," Ning Fei hurriedly lowered his head.
"Let's go," the new emperor also looked at the eaves, which was just an ordinary residential house, empty, with only a single soul-calling banner lying there alone.
Ning Fei only said that he was wrong, how could Luo Wei come? To send the emperor's last ride? Ning Fei took a last look at the eaves, and the spirit-respiring flags were swept away by the wind again. Luo Wei will not come, how can he forgive after being betrayed like that
"How many idiots are there in the world," the national teacher, who was walking at the end of the funeral procession, muttered to himself at the moment: "Who knows that wisdom will be hurt, and the love and life are shallow!"
"Master?" The monks next to him were puzzled. The emperor Xinshou, the national teacher who has opened his eyes, why would he say such a thing
"The deceased has gone, it's better to go back!" There was pity in the eyes of the national teacher, and he looked up at the sky and sighed.
Why don't you go home? Luo Wei looked at the vastness between heaven and earth, where is his way back
The sound of the chant sounded, and those who were attentive listened carefully, and it was actually a mantra for rebirth. A generation of emperors passed away, and the soul returned to the Xiachuan emperor's mausoleum. What is the reason for chanting this mantra
Long Xuan's coffin and the funeral procession gradually drifted away until they disappeared.
The people on both sides of the street who were kneeling to see off also slowly dispersed.
The street was silent again.
The snow was still full of messy footprints, and after a while, it was smoothed by fresh snow.