The ink burned without speaking, and after a long time, he smiled.
"It's a good house with only one owner. It's a good story."
He Shi Shiran's bare feet with smooth toes stepped on the cold stone surface, with faint blue veins on the back of his feet, and stopped in front of Song Qiutong.
Then Mo Ran raised one foot, and with the toes, raised Song Qiutong's chin, causing her to look up at herself.
"You have held back these words in your heart for a long time, haven't you?"
He looked at her panicked face and smiled: "Empress Song, I haven't asked you about many things in the past, since you said some heartfelt words to me today, why don't we Come on, come on, let me talk to you."
"Let's start with the recent events. On the day I went to the Snow Palace, I obviously locked Chu Wanning in the palace. Tell me, how could he appear in Kunlun Mountain? Who lifted the ban on him and let him Did he come for me?"
Song Qiutong trembled suddenly and said, "I don't know!"
She was so eager to defend herself that she even forgot to mention her concubine, but used "I" instead.
The ink burned and smiled, and he said: "Okay, you don't know this one, then I'll ask you the next one. That year, I sealed you as the queen, and let you assist in the death and life. Later, I had something to go to Yinshan and go. At that time, Chu nightning was being held in a water prison by me because of his disobedience... "
When he mentioned this matter, Song Qiutong's face couldn't help turning pale, and his lips couldn't help but tremble.
"You went to see him by probing the prison. But he was despised all the time..."
"Yes, yes." Song Qiutong hurriedly said, "But Your Majesty... Ah Ran, I told you about this back then. Master Chu asked me to get out of the prison, and there were many insults in his words. He not only scolded me. , and even scolded His Majesty together, I couldn't be angry at the time... I... "
"This seat knows." Mo Ran smiled slightly, "You were not angry at the time, but Chu nightning was a felony, and without the permission of this seat, he could not punish him. Ten of his fingernails were plucked, and thorns were nailed to each of his fingertips."
Song Qiutong's eyes were full of horror, and he argued: "Your Majesty, when you came back, you praised me for doing a good job!"
The ink burned and smiled: "Oh... is it?"
"You... you should treat people who say that your words are unclean and unclean. You told your concubine at that time that the punishment was lighter. If he speaks rudely next time, you can... you can cut him off. Ten fingers..." The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she looked at the smoldering smile, and fell to the ground softly, with tears in her eyes, "A burning..."
Mo Ran sighed softly, and he smiled: "Qiu Tong, the days have passed for too long, what I said in the past, what I didn't say, I have forgotten."
"..." The woman had already guessed the ink-burning mind just now, but when she heard this sentence, her body still shook violently.
"I have been dreaming these days. I dreamed that that day, I came back from Yinshan and entered the water prison. I saw that his hands were festering and full of blood..." Mo Ran said slowly, and at the end, the voice suddenly tightened. , with a cold light in his eyes, "This seat, I'm not happy."
Song Qiutong said at a loss: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... No, Ah Ran... Listen to me... Calm down and listen to me... "
"This seat is not happy."
The ink burned but didn't seem to hear anything, lowered his face expressionlessly, and looked coldly at the woman who was curled up on the ground.
"You coax me, okay?"
His frosty look, coupled with such a arrogant plea, even though Song Qiutong has been with the king and the tiger for so many years, he can't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and even his scalp is numb. She smelled the breath of the wind and rain, raised her dark brown eyes, and looked up at him in a low voice, she crawled over and crouched beside the ink-burning ankle.
"Okay, whatever Ah Ran says is fine. What does Ah Ran want me to do to be happy? I must be well... well..."
The ink burned down, pinched her chin, and raised her face.
He smiled, very cute and innocent.
It was as if when he saw her for the first time at the Confucianism Gate, two deep dimples were revealed, and he pulled her sleeves and said, "Little Junior Sister, what's your name?... Oh, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. You, you talk to me, okay?"
shudder.
After many years, he almost used the same expression, the same tone, but said something else.
He said sweetly and gently: "Qiu Tong, I know that you are sincere, and I am willing to do anything to make me happy..."
His fingertips stroked her soft lips.
Her whole face is very similar to Shi Mingjing.
The ink-burning eyelashes trembled, looking at the two flower-like lips calmly, and finally said: "Then you, go to Huangquan Road and wait for the seat first."
"!"
He asked softly, "Okay?"
Song Qiutong's tears overflowed his eyes instantly, not because of sadness, but because of fear. She already knew that Mo Ran now mentioned the matter of her abuse of Chu Wanning back then, and she would never have a good end, but at most she could only think of caning and demotion. She used up all her courage and couldn't think of Mo. Burning will...
He does! He could bear it!
He He…
madman.
crazy... crazy...
The ink burned his head and laughed lowly, he laughed more and more presumptuously, more and more arrogantly, he kicked the door of the bedroom with a smile, and walked outside the hall with a smile.
He was romantically dressed in sandals and trampled the lives of thousands of people, and now it was her turn.
Crazy... Crazy! !
Mo Weiyu is crazy!
Song Qiutong knelt down on the icy golden brick and stone. The passion of joking Yaner in the palace has not yet dissipated, and the fire of hell has already burned. She opened her mouth and raised her head, struggling to look at the sky light pouring in outside the palace. .
Dawn came, and the sky was blood red.
Dye her eyes red.
She heard the ink burned away and drank, casually as if telling what to use for dinner today.
"Someone, drag the queen out."
"Your Majesty!" Outside was the panicked reaction of the people in the palace, "Your Majesty, this..."
"Throw it into the cauldron, fry it and cook it alive."
Song Qiutong suddenly couldn't hear anything, the whole person seemed to be sinking into the ocean, and couldn't hear anything.
"Cooking it alive, cooking it for fun, cooking it for fun, haha...hahaha..."
He walked farther and farther, only the laughter and the shouts were like vultures, coiled around the top of death and life, and it would last for a long time.
Chaoyang dragged his shadow for a long time, a solitary trace on the ground, and he walked slowly, slowly.
At first, there seemed to be two phantoms of young Qiuma standing beside him, and a tall and straight man in white.
Later, the two phantoms disappeared, leaving only the one dressed in white to accompany him.
Going further back, the man in white also disappeared into the golden morning light.
The rising sun is pure and holy, and took away the same pure and holy person, leaving him alone in hell, in the sea of blood, and sinking in ghosts and ghosts.
He was the only one left, and the more he walked, the lonelier and colder he became.
At the end, he suddenly felt as if he was dead, he was dead...
Going crazy.
Mo Ran remembers that in the last year before his suicide, sometimes when he looked at the bronze mirror, he would not recognize what kind of monster was reflected in it.
He even remembered that the night before he was about to die, he was leaning against the bamboo pavilion of the red lotus water pavilion, accompanied by only an old slave.
He asked the old slave and said lazily, "Gong Liu, tell me what kind of person I was originally?"
Before waiting for the other party to answer, he looked at the reflection in the pool water and said to himself.
"When I was young, I didn't seem to have had such a braid, and I never touched such a pearl crown, don't you think?"
Duke Liu sighed and replied, "Your Majesty is right. These crowns and braids are what Song Niangniang thought about for you after you ascended the throne."
"Oh, you said Song Qiutong." Mo Ran sneered, raised his head and took a sip of pear white, "So did I actually listen to her instructions?"
Maybe time is running out, I am not afraid that Jane is in the heart of the emperor, and if he is unsatisfactory, he will ask for the head of his own neck.
Liu Gong lowered his eyes and rolled his sleeves and said, "Yes, when Your Majesty first ascended the throne, Niangniang Song was very favored. There was a period of time when Niangniang said something, and Your Majesty did it. All these... Has Your Majesty forgotten?"
"Forget?" The ink burned and smiled, "I didn't forget, how could I forget..."
After marrying Song Qiutong, I don't know who made the rumors and told her that the reason why His Majesty favored her was because her appearance was five-point similar to the deceased Shi Mingjing.
She is a clever person, and she is always inquiring about the behavior of the teacher, and if it is revealed in the life of the husband and wife, it seems to be an old friend.
How can you forget it.
The ink burned and smiled, and suddenly took off the crown on the bun, without looking at it, throwing it into the pool water, startling a koi jumping, and the figure in the lake became more and more crooked.
In this hideous place, he took off his braids, let loose his hair like ink, and leaned on the side of the lake, letting the sparkling water reflect his face indefinitely.
"Okay, the hair crown is lost, and the bun is also loose, Lao Liu, please help me think about it, what is left, so that this seat can return to the way it was before enthronement?"
"This… "
"Is it a hairband?" Mo Ran looked at the reflection and said, "The most common blue hairband for the disciples at the top of the dead. Is there any more in the palace?"
"Yes, in the first year of His Majesty's accession to the throne, when he took off the disciple's uniform of the top of the dead, he once told the old slave to put it away. If your majesty wants it, the old servant will bring it for you."
"Very well, you go, and get everything except the headband."
Liu Gong went back and forth, holding a stack of old clothes in his hand, the ink burned and sat up, his fingertips touched the texture of cotton and linen, and the flickering past turned up, like dead leaves falling on a thousand sores In the heart of Baikong. On a whim, he picked up a robe at random and wanted to put it on him.
But the clothes he wore when he was a teenager were already too small, and no matter how he fiddled with them, he would never be able to put them back on.
suddenly furious.
"Why can't I put it on! Why can't I go back!!"
He was like a trapped beast walking in circles in a cage, with a frantic expression on his face and a terrifying light in his eyes.
"This is my seat's clothes! Is this my seat's clothes??!! Did you take it by mistake! If it is my seat's clothes, why can't you wear it!!! Why can't you wear it!!"
The old slave has grown accustomed to his master's madness.
I used to think that the burning of ink was terrible, but today there is no reason, I think this man is very pitiful.
Where is he looking for clothes, he is clearly looking for the self who will never come back.
"Your Majesty." The old man sighed quietly, "Put it down, you are no longer the young man you were yesterday."
"..." Mo Ran was in a rage, and when he heard the words, he turned back fiercely, staring at the old man's dead wood-like face, but he seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say anything, but the end of his eyes was red and he couldn't stop panting. Angry, and said after a long time, "It's no longer...?"
"Is no longer."
"… Can not go back?"
"Can not go back."
For the first time, the 32-year-old man's face was filled with a kind of dazedness that he only had when he was a child. It will violently show its molars and fangs, tearing everything in front of it.
But when the ink burned and opened the eyes again, the eyes were a little wet.
Perhaps it was the wetness that quenched the fire in his heart.
The ink burned, and the voice was hoarse and tired: "Okay...Okay...I can't go back...I can't go back..."
He put down his robes with infinite weariness, sat down at the stone table, and buried his face in the palm of his hand.
After a long time, he said, "Then tie a headband."
"... Your Majesty... why are you... "
"This seat is destined to die. When I die, I don't want to be too lonely." When Mo Ran said this, he still didn't put down his palm, and no one could see the look on his face, "I want to change clothes, I feel like I'm still An old friend is with you."
Duke Liu sighed, "That's fake."
"Fake is fine."
The ink burned said.
"Fake is better than nothing."
The long hair was tied up, twisted again and again, and then he picked up a hairpin with faded edges from the pile of old clothes. He wanted to button it on the side of his hair as he did when he was a teenager, but looking at the reflection in the water, he held it in his hand. The movement stopped again.
Is it the left, or the right
I haven't used this hairpin for too long, and the memory has become so vague, the ink burned and closed my eyes, he said: "Old Liu, do you know how my hair was combed back then?"
"Go back to your majesty, the old slave came to serve in the palace only the second year after you ascended the throne, the old slave does not know."
The ink burned and said: "But I can't remember, I think someone told me."
"… "
"You said, where is there such a person, you can tell me." Mo Ran murmured, "Who can tell me what I was like..."
Old Liu Chang sighed, but couldn't say anyone's name. In fact, Mo Ran also knew in his heart that the old man had no answer to give him, so he held the black hair buckle in doubt, left, right, and finally buckled. on the left.
"It seems like this." Mo Ran said, "I'll ask him."
He went to the depths of the water pavilion and came to the red lotus pond, where the corpse of Chu nightning lay there, and it was no different from falling asleep.
The ink burned and sat on the ground, he held his cheeks and said: "Master."
The wind sent the fragrance of the lotus, and he looked at the man who closed his eyes and closed his eyes in the intoxicated Manchi. He suddenly felt that he had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say.
For Chu Wanning, he always seems to have a very full emotion, but the emotion is too mixed, there are so many ups and downs, he can't taste whether he hates this person a little more, or has other feelings a little more, he really I don't know what to do with this person.
He once told himself that he kept Chu Wanning by his side, just to vent his hatred and satisfy his selfish desires, but then Chu Wanning died, but he left behind this corpse that could no longer be lingering with him, and the tombs have been erected. Good, but reluctant to bury.
In fact, what's the use of keeping this cold, motionless, unable to speak corpse
He probably doesn't know it himself.
After experiencing too much, the little clean things at first have been completely submerged.
When Chu nightning was alive, the two of them rarely had a peaceful and peaceful stay together.
Now that Chu nightning is dead, there are some cruel gentleness between the dead and the living. Mo Ran often comes to visit him, holding a pot of pear blossoms, but just watching, there is not much to say.
At this moment, when the rebels surrounded the mountain, he knew that his longevity was coming to an end, and Chu Wanning's body was the peak of life and death, the only old man who was with him for a long time.
Mo Ran suddenly wanted to chat with this cold corpse. Anyway, Chu nightning is already a corpse. He can't resist, can't scold, no matter what he says, he has to listen obediently.
But he moved his mouth and his throat choked up.
In the end, only one sentence was said.
"Master, take care of me."
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