Stepping Xianjun turned his head and saw that Song Qiutong was beautifully dressed and charming, and was approaching with a group of servants.
The hand he stretched out to lift the curtain stopped, calmly straightened the bamboo curtain tightly, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
"My concubine has nothing to do, just walk around to digest food at will." Song Qiutong bowed and looked at the carriage softly, "Ah Ran going out?"
"Go to the night market in Wuchang Town."
She smiled gracefully, her expression submissive but intimate: "I still ride a carriage on such a short road. Are you not alone?"
At that time, his patience with her was not bad, so he smiled back: "Not alone."
Song Qiutong's eyes wandered, and his eyes fell on the yellow sour branch pedal. The woman's mind was delicate, and she had the answer in just one turn. Her expression was slightly stiff at first, and then she said with joy: "Ah, is it sister Chu Fei?"
"… "
It is conceivable that Chu Wanning's face in the carriage after hearing this title, Ta Xianjun held back a smile: "Well. It's him."
The look on the woman's face became more and more beautiful, almost eclipsed the clouds in the sky: "It's really great, I've been in the palace for three years, and I only saw Concubine Chu's sister on the wedding day. Still wearing a veil. What a good day it is today, to be able to meet."
She smiled and said, "Can Ah Ran invite our sisters to meet?"
Ta Xianjun shook his head: "He is cold and uncomfortable when he sees strangers. He is still dumb. Don't see him."
Although Song Qiutong has always been obedient to Mo Ran's words, but at this time, his heart is itchy. What's more, she can be said to have been holding grudges against this Concubine Chu for a long time. From the day she got married, she felt humiliated when she was abandoned by her husband for no reason. Later, I heard a lot of gossip from the palace people, saying that the emperor's wedding night was kept in the Chu concubine's room until the second day, before coming out at dusk.
"It didn't stop overnight, that movement really killed people."
"I heard from the people on duty at night, they counted with their fingers, and they did it seven or eight times at a minimum. Your Majesty is too capable."
There was even a little palace maid who grinned and said, "Isn't Concubine Chu who is capable? Seven or eight times a night, I'm afraid even the little prince will soon have it."
However, what embarrassed Song Qiutong the most was such whispers, such as "The Empress is so beautiful, I didn't expect her wedding night to fall out of favor."
She felt as if she had been slapped fiercely on her face by Concubine Chu, who had never even seen her face, and the burning pain had only increased in the past three years.
Later, even her confidant maid was resentful, gritted her teeth and complained fiercely: "I don't know which mountain's fox cultivated the essence, so that your Majesty is dizzy."
He then advised her, "Don't be too sad, your majesty, you see that your majesty spends almost every night at her place, but it doesn't seem that she is pregnant. Playing with her will get bored sooner or later."
Song Qiutong smiled reluctantly. How could she have the face to say something
She had the few happy loves with him, and he was extremely cautious, never wanting to let her get pregnant. The only time he vented in her gentle village was not long ago, when he got drunk and had a big quarrel with Concubine Chu, and came to her in the middle of the night.
She was already asleep at that time, and when the curtain was abruptly opened, she met those scarlet irrational eyes. She didn't even have time to react, so he turned over and tore off her inner garments, and shoved it roughly. During the reckless and frantic torture, her bun was grabbed fiercely, and she heard him gasping in her ear: "Who do you secretly write letters to behind my back? Do you care about him that much?"
When the cloudy rain was thick, she was so excited that her whole body became weak, but she heard him crouching behind her and whispering: "You can't see anyone... You can't go anywhere... You can only be the Chu Concubine of this seat... Even if you are not reconciled... "
Song Qiutong recovered from this humiliating memory, she sorted out her expression, and smiled with her beautiful eyes bent: "Although Your Majesty doesn't mind the courtesy, she is a sister anyway, I always want to meet her and give her some small gifts. ."
Stepping Xianjun's hand on the bamboo curtain did not mean to let go: "He has everything. He has nothing."
Now that the words have come to this point, Song Qiutong has no choice but to talk to the emperor in a soft and soft voice, and watch him get into the carriage and go away with the fox spirit.
In the depths of the bamboo curtain, on the soft seat, stepping on Xianjun endured laughter until his stomach and ribs hurt, and continued to say solemnly: "As an emperor, I am afraid that it is not appropriate to let you favor the front too much."
"… "
Chu nightning's face was gloomy, and he looked at the window sideways without saying a word.
The ripe golden sunlight shone in through the thin silk curtains, casting layers of light and shadow on his thin and transparent face. Step Xianjun stared at it for a while, leaned over, and simply lay on his lap.
Chu nightning stretched his back, did not look at him, but asked: "Aren't you hot?"
"Concubine Ai's voice is so cold, it can cool down the heat."
"..." Chu nightning finally glanced down at him, his eyes colder than his voice.
He was really angry. No man wanted to be another man's concubine. Song Qiutong's cry of Concubine Chu's sister made him swallow hard. Even the end of his eyes were red because of the shame.
At the beginning, Ta Xianjun made him a concubine, so that he could taste this kind of taste that is inferior to even a woman. Song Qiutong was his wife, and he was a concubine for a junior.
"Angry?"
"… "
"This seat didn't let her see you, what are you wronging?"
Stepping Xianjun originally wanted to tease this man, but the twilight flashed, and the afterglow of the sunset came in through the bamboo curtain, illuminating the face of Chu Wanning. Stepping Xianjun found that the eyes were so cold and alienated, so he moved his lips, but he didn't say anything after all.
He suddenly felt very boring.
Neither of them spoke any more.
When I came to the town of impermanence, I bought a lot of things. Candy paintings, flower cakes, candied haws, lanterns, everything that can be bought, and loaded into a carriage. But Chu nightning just looked at the excitement outside the bamboo curtain and ignored the dazzling array of bamboo curtains.
I didn't see Chu Wanning happy, and stepping on Xianjun couldn't help but be a little irritable.
"Forget it, I won't go back tonight." He suddenly said, "Just live in the town."
He ordered the groom to find an inn and went in with Chu Wanning, who put on a cloak and a hood.
Xiao Er was yawning. Seeing the guest feeling refreshed, he asked with a smile halfway through his yawn, "Is the guest officer staying at the hotel?"
"I want a room."
Although Chu nightning's face is hidden under the hood and it is not clear, but the posture is obviously a man, Xiao Er can't help but look at it curiously.
Chu nightning said: "... two rooms."
Hearing him say this, the anger that Ta Xianjun has been pressing couldn't help but turn his head: "What is your relationship with me, do you need to open two rooms to hide people's eyes and ears?"
If it was said that Xiao Er's eyes were still suspicious, at this moment it became sudden.
Ta Xianjun was quite satisfied with Xiao Er's eyes, and even had some vicious comfort. When he opened the room, he dragged Chu Wanning's arm all the way up. As soon as he entered the room, before closing the door tightly, he kissed it tightly, and his lips and tongues were eagerly and intensely entangled.
Outside the Xuan window where the grapes are wrapped around the branches, the lights of Wanjia are bright, but these lights have nothing to do with them. He pressed Chu Wanning on the big bed, and in the squeak and ambiguous sound, he heard Chu Wanning sigh.
"Ink burning, what's the point of you doing this?"
"… "
"What do we mean by that?"
This sentence was so sharp that when I recalled it after such a long time, my heart still throbbed.
Step Xianjun opened his eyes.
He is still standing in the red lotus water pavilion, those past events are over.
But for some reason, there seemed to be a phantom flashing in front of him, and the sound of pouring rain in his ears. He seemed to be a ghost in the dark night, peeping through the grape-patterned window of the inn.
He saw the same room, the same two people, the difference was the heavy rain outside the window, and the atmosphere on the bed was similar to love.
He saw that he and Chu nightning were lingering on the bed, and the room was very dark, but he was sure that he saw the face of Chu nightning - confused with desire, slightly closed his eyes, entangled with himself, shame And warm.
In this hallucination, I stared at the man below me with affection, pleading and firm: "Tonight, I just want to make you comfortable."
He bowed his head and kissed the fragility of sucking Chu nightning. He heard the man's breath as he wished, and Chu nightning's fingers sank into his black hair: "Ah..."
Stepping Xianjun suddenly held his forehead, only to feel the pain in his skull as if it was about to split.
These two memories are intertwined, biting each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Which part is true? Which is the nightmare? He didn't know, he didn't dare to think about it.
Reluctantly to calm down, he took the road and left the red lotus water pavilion.
He came to Wujianping, stood in front of the white jade carved fence and looked at the shadows of the distant mountains, his chest heaving slightly. What was that fragrant memory just now
Is it the life that the ink burning of another world has experienced...
He couldn't help recalling the moist and soft eyes of Chu Wanning, and he leaned his neck and breathed low on the couch.
Step Xianjun suddenly squeezed the guardrail.
-Is Chu nightning willing to go to bed with the ghost Mo Zongshi? !
I don't know why, obviously they are the same person, but the anger of Step Xianjun is still burning and burning, and the eyes are blood red.
If this was really another memory of himself, then he suddenly felt extremely resentful and unwilling.
Why? Why
After he was resurrected by Hua Binan, the walking dead returned to this world, leaving him the devastated Wushan Temple and a pile of disgusting mess.
When he rushed to the red lotus water pavilion, what did he see? It is the dry lotus after the spiritual power has dissipated, the begonia falling to the ground, and the empty house.
And the lotus pond where the deceased is no longer.
He was resurrected from hell by Hua Binan, but Chu nightning's body has turned into ashes and powder, nothing is left, and can no longer be found.
He remembered that he walked slowly to the lotus pond, stared blankly for a while with his head down, then leaned down and dipped his fingers into it, taking a handful of water. The cold pool is deep and cold to the bone.
He shivered involuntarily, water leaked from his fingers, and he sat slumped on the ground.
So, when he returned to the world, what was left of him
He hates living in this world more and more every day, but he is controlled by others and cannot help himself, so he has to obey Hua Binan's orders.
Later, Hua Binan groped for a crack in the door of life and death in time and space, but refused to tell him who left it. The guy happily went to another world and left him here to work hard. But the only gratification is that, in order to make him feel confident in his actions, Hua Binan tried to send him some news every once in a while.
So he learned that he still had a part of his soul reborn in that era. He learned the news of the teacher, the news of Xue Meng, and the news of Ye Wangxi Nangong Si who had already died.
He also learned the news of Chu Wanning.
The letters Hua Binan sent him were always short-lived and cherished like gold. He also disliked Hua Binan's handwriting very much.
But those letters became his biggest hope for the living dead, as if to breathe a breath of people drowning in the deep sea. He received every letter, and when there was no new letter, he read the words that made him sick to death hundreds of times back and forth.
He thought he was probably crazy.
At night, the servant was having dinner, and he liked the excitement. So he ordered everyone to gather in front of the temple, as he had always done since his rebirth. He reclined lazily in the soft seat to watch them eat, occasionally asking them how they were feeling.
In the past, Ta Xianjun didn't like to read, but in these years, no one was by his side, and there was nowhere to spend the long night, so he had to read bamboo slips for entertainment. Reading and reading, but also pondering some fun to chew on words.
For example, if he wants someone to eat a deep fryer, he will say, "Come on, try a flat thunder for this seat." If he wants someone to chew spinach, he will say, "Try a bowl. red-billed green parrot".
It is very difficult to make an illiterate read. If the illiterate still finds it interesting, he can only say one thing: his life has no other fun at all.
At the banquet, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, the senior saint has also returned."
"He's alone?"
"With the wooden pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion, they said that they must arrange the sacrifice first, and then come to meet your majesty when it is properly."
Ta Xianjun pinched the purple-skinned grapes in the silver plate with a dull expression: "Then let them take their time, this seat is happy and relaxed."
The visitor said again: "In addition, the senior saint said that he has a word to warn your majesty."
"what?"
"Be careful these days, the world is in chaos, and 'he' will definitely come."
"..." Ta Xianjun's eyes were faint, and after a while, he smiled, "I know, I know this in my heart."
Of course he knew he would come.
The two worlds are intertwined, millions of victims are displaced, Master Mo lost his life, and the peak of life and death fell. Chu nightning is also like himself, there is nothing left, and he is afraid that he will come to himself with death ambition.
Stepping Xianjun is not afraid, and even has some secret expectations.
It was late at night, and there were candles lit up in the palace hall. There were 9,999 lampstands in Wushan Hall alone, reflecting the darkness into extreme day.
Stepping Xianjun called Liu Gong and said, "Go teach people and put out half of the candles."
The light was too bright, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for Chu Wanning to sneak in, so he lowered his guard.
Duke Liu did as instructed. He stood there and waited until Duke Liu came over and told him, "Your Majesty, half of the fire is out."
He was still dissatisfied when he looked at the dim light in the courtyard, and after thinking about it, he said, "Just put it all out."
Duke Liu: "..."
The candlesticks in Wushan Temple went out one by one, but the heart of Ta Xianjun lit up little by little. He vaguely felt that Chu nightning was coming soon. The man was probably still dressed in white, with a face of resentment, and a mouth full of morality that was annoying, and probably wanted to avenge Mo Zongshi.
He felt very excited when he thought about it, and the tip of his tongue licked his white teeth and lips. He only left the last bronze tangled floor lamp in the depths of Luo Wei. This is the fire he left for Chu Wanning's desperate moth, telling him that he is here, waiting for him to come and die.
It was late at night, and it started to rain outside the window.
Treading Xianjun put on the most solemn gold silk black robe, tidied up the mattress, soft quilt and pillow by himself, and walked around the house, but still felt that something was missing, and finally ordered someone to take a jar of Chen The pear blossoms of the year are white, and the water is warm.
This man was drinking a good drink, dressed in costumes, guarding the tent, and stood by the window watching the rain that was getting heavier and heavier outside. From beginning to end, he didn't even summon the shadow of no return.
But he still deceived himself, while guarding the hotbed of fine wine, he thought fiercely: Humph, when Chu Wanning comes, he must let him know what is ruthless sword!