A normal Liang Yanbei would never beat a woman, let alone Situ Zhoulan.
Wen Chan once studied this deeply. He asked Liang Yanbei such a question, "If there is a woman who kills your whole family and has a blood feud with you, standing in front of you now, can you resist hitting her?"
At that time, Liang Yanbei replied, "If it makes me angry, I will do it."
Wen Chan asked, "Under what circumstances can you be so angry that you can do it?"
"I don't know. I have such a good temper. I should be very angry before hitting a woman." He said.
Liang Yanbei's temper is actually not very good, but Wen Chan has never seen him hit a woman. At that time, he thought, maybe Liang Yanbei himself is more tolerant to women, and puts the bottom line of anger very low.
But this slap was loud, without any sympathy, just because of an old flute.
With Liang Yanbei's nervous appearance, it is obvious that he loves the flute that Wen Chan gave him very much, but if this is the case, how could he hide it for several years and refuse to take it out even once
A loud thunder came down from the sky, awakening all sleeping things under the night, and also interrupted Wen Chan's thoughts.
The heavy rain was pouring, and the sound of pattering was in my ears.
Wen Chan looked at the scenery passing by in front of him, thinking in his heart, where did the bird fly this time
Soon, the bird stopped, perched on a branch that had sprouted buds, bearing the wind and rain.
At first glance, this is a wilderness, only a slightly dilapidated house, but it looks very strong and weatherproof.
Candlelight radiated from it, reflecting the shadows of the two on the wall.
He took a closer look and saw that the two were Liang Yanbei and Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan is the son of Wen Chan's younger brother. After Wen Chan's younger brother was born, he was taken away by an old monk to relieve the natural disaster in Xiliang, and there was no news of him for decades.
When Wen Chan seized the throne, he appeared to defend Wen Chan from a fatal attack. When his life was dying, he was taken away by an old monk for medical treatment. After Wen Chan became emperor, he sent people to search for him in Xiliang , but found nothing. When Liang Shaojing was five years old, he showed up with his son Wen Yuan.
Wen Chan once wanted him to sit on the throne, but all the officials in the court strongly opposed it, and he himself was unwilling, so Wen Chan couldn't help it. He gave him a noble house, settled in Yuancheng, and vowed to protect him for the rest of his life.
But in the end, this younger brother thought of colluding with foreign countries and seeking to usurp the throne.
Leaving aside him, his son Wen Yuan is still very fond of Wen Chan. At least in the last period of his life, Wen Yuan gave Wen Chan great peace of mind. It has never been revealed on the surface, and it is difficult for anyone to easily guess his thoughts.
This is too similar to Liang Yanbei, maybe this is a common trait of smart people
Right now, Wen Yuan sat silently across from Liang Yanbei, rubbed his fingers over a short dead tree branch, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Liang, after I find Jinzhi, I want to take Jinzhi away from the capital."
Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Liang Yanbei turned his head, his face was much more haggard than before, the energy on his face was almost gone, showing old fatigue, which made people feel distressed.
He said, "No, you must come back to the capital."
Wen Yuan's expression didn't change a bit, "Jinzhi has already died once, I can't let him suffer from these injuries again."
Wen Chan suddenly knew what time it was.
This was the year when Liang Shaojing died. Wen Chan personally told Wen Yuan that if he brought something with Liang Shaojing's aura, he could call back his soul within a year.
Liang Shaojing's death caused an uproar in the city, and Liang Yanbei was also hit hard by it, and was bedridden.
That was the year Wen Chan didn't want to recall the most. He spent almost every day in nightmares, trying his best to find out the murderer who killed Liang Shaojing, but he only found out when he was dying.
"I know what you're thinking." Liang Yanbei sighed, "I also understand your feelings for Jin'er, but you have to think more about it. You can't just think about yourself when you're alive. Now that you have no relatives, you can Wandering around, but Jin'er is different, I am still here, he will definitely come back to find me."
"Furthermore." Liang Yanbei paused for a moment, his voice lowered slowly, and said slowly, "I'm already old, and the Wen family's country still needs you young people to guard it. Nowadays, there are so many ambitious people in the city. If you leave, who can protect Wen's?"
Wen Yuan heard that he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Liang Yanbei, "Uncle Liang, you don't have to be so devious, I know your intentions, but dynasties will continue to change, you have been guarding the Holy One all your life, it's time to rest."
Liang Yanbei asked Wen Yuan to come back to guard the country, and Wen Yuan persuaded Liang Yanbei to rest.
Wen Chan didn't expect that the two had a serious discussion in this dilapidated hut back then.
But what he didn't expect was yet to come.
After hearing Wen Yuan's words, Liang Yanbei's eyes darkened, and he shook his head slightly, "As long as the Holy One is still here, I can't rest in this life, but my time in this world is running out, if I leave him alone I don't worry about being alone in the world, you are so smart, you know how to guard Wen, guard him."
"Even if you give me peace of mind before I die, otherwise I won't rest in peace even if I go down below." He said.
Begging appeared in Liang Yanbei's tone and expression.
Wen Chan laughed all of a sudden, I didn't expect you, Liang Yanbei, to have today!
Smiling and laughing, he wanted to cry, Liang Yanbei was really old.
Liang Yanbei never begged anyone, even when he was captured by Zhong Guoyi, even if he experienced all kinds of threats, Liang Yanbei always fought against the evil enemy with a sharp sword, even if he was covered in blood, he never bowed his head.
But Liang Yanbei, who was so proud, actually showed a begging look to a junior in this small broken room.
Wen Chan felt a pain in his heart, wanted to run to him, grabbed his collar, picked him up, and shouted to him, "I don't care for the protection you ask for!"
In the final analysis, it was because he was too stupid and too weak in his previous life that broke Liang Yanbei's heart.
Wen Yuan was also surprised, but nodded in agreement, "After Jinzhi returns, I will rush back to Beijing immediately. Before that, Uncle Liang will take care of everything in the capital."
The two made an agreement that some people didn't know about, and then they parted.
At the same time, the same city hides too many secrets that Wen Chan doesn't know.
Seeing the darkness in front of him again, a kind of fear suddenly appeared in his heart, a kind of retreat, and he was resistant to the next scene.
But he couldn't help himself.
This time, the switching was very fast. In the blink of an eye, the scene was changed in front of my eyes, and the noisy wind and rain were gone.
It was in a room. Judging from the location, the bird seemed to be parked by the window. The furnishings in the room were simple, with weak candle lights on. There was a person lying on the bed, which could not be seen clearly through the bed curtain.
There was only the sound of breathing around, and it was eerily quiet.
Then the door was pushed open, and Wen Chan saw Situ Zhoulan walking in slowly, with a strange smile on his face, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Liang Heng, he is about to die."
The person on the bed moved and struggled to sit up from the bed, with powerless anger and shock in his voice, "What did you say?!"
"Wen Chan is dying." Situ Zhoulan laughed like crazy, his former Qingcheng's face was distorted and hideous, "His concubine's son, all court civil and military officials knelt in front of the palace and waited for him to die, but he was still thinking about it." It’s not ridiculous for you to say that you are looking at you and even sending someone to deliver the imperial decree to let you enter the palace.”
Liang Yanbei lifted the curtain of the bed, got off the bed, and reached for the shoes with his thin fingers, anxious in his feeble movements.
His face had lost a lot of weight, his face, neck, and hands were wrinkled, and he was morbidly pale.
Wen Chan's heart ached, he stared at Situ Zhoulan fiercely, wishing he could jump down and kill her with a knife.
Before he died that year, it was indeed passed on to Liang Yanbei, civil and military officials, and concubines in the harem, that the only person he wanted to see was Liang Yanbei.
At that time, Liang Yanbei also entered the palace according to the will, but Wen Chan didn't know that Liang Yanbei's health was already in such a bad state at that time.
He stood up tremblingly and shouted loudly, "Come on!"
"Don't worry, I've prepared everything for you, go see him for the last time." Situ Zhoulan smiled at the side, "From now on, that person named Wen Chan will no longer exist."
Liang Yanbei clenched his hands into fists, his whole body trembled, he glanced at Situ Zhoulan full of hatred, walked out anxiously without saying a word.
Immediately afterwards, the horse entered the palace quickly. After Liang Yanbei got off the carriage, his steps were still unstable, so he strode into the hall, passing the people kneeling on the ground, without looking sideways.
When he entered the inner hall, he saw the person lying quietly on the dragon bed, so he slowed down his steps with a dazed expression on his face.
Wen Chan saw himself, the old, dying self.
In order to recall Liang Shaojing's soul back then, Wen Chan used the ancient magic that Lou Muge gave him—Wanxiang Taiji.
The moment Liang Shaojing's soul returned to the world, Wen Chan vomited a mouthful of blood. As he got closer to the capital, Wen Chan's body became weaker and weaker until Liang Shaojing became a real living person. The life of Zen has come to an end.
It's a pity that Wen Chan is not familiar with the formation of Wanxiang Taiji, and the recalled Liang Shaojing's soul is missing, so he can only be reborn from a woman.
But he was still very satisfied with the final result, at least he was called back, right
Only he and Wen Yuan knew this secret.
The road ahead is obviously not far away, but Liang Yanbei walked for a long time. When he stopped in front of the dragon bed, Wen Chan could see clearly, a tear slipped from his eyes, slid across his fragile face, fell on the bed.
At that time, Wen Chan's body was almost eaten away by the spell, his eyes could not see anything, most of his body was paralyzed, and he lost consciousness completely, only a pair of ears could barely be used.
He opened his mouth, his voice was low and hoarse, "Liang Heng?"
Liang Yanbei sat down in front of his bed, there was no crying or weakness in his words, he was as tough and steady as before, "Your Majesty, I'm here."
Wen Chan saw his expression relax, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he didn't speak anymore, breathing steadily and slowly, with each sound getting weaker.
Liang Yanbei kept staring at him with tears in his eyes. Even though he was old and wrinkled, and he was not as handsome as before, Liang Yanbei's eyes were extremely focused, never bored or bored, every place was full of attention. Take it very seriously.
But I, who was blind in both eyes, didn't know it.
Wen Chan heard himself say, "Liang Heng, I really regret..."
Liang Yanbei blinked, tears fell down again, without saying a word.
Seeing him like this, Wen Chan almost laughed out loud. When he felt the passing of life, he was quite calm and thought a lot, but he didn't shed tears, but Liang Yanbei cried uncontrollably.
This kind of thinking can make him suppress the pain in his heart to some extent. Although these things have passed and everything has to start again, when he sees these again, his heart is still pierced.
It was the first time he saw Liang Yanbei cry.
And then came the real farewell, Liang Yanbei watched him die little by little, and cut off all the signs of life, and then slowly stretched out his hand, pulled Wen Chan's hand over, held it tightly, and burst into tears.
"Achan, I regret it too." He gritted his teeth and sobbed, buried his head in Wen Chan's hand, and did not get up for a long time.
The bird hovered in the hall for a while and called out in a low voice before calling back Liang Yanbei's consciousness. He wiped away his tears and gently put Wen Chan's hand back into the brocade quilt, wiping away all the fragility, the whole body People suddenly seem to be full of energy.
At that time, after Wen Chan died, he saw the person who claimed to be Lou Muge, and he was accompanied by the little girl named Shengsheng.
Lou Muge said to him, "Recalling that child didn't exhaust all your energy. If you still want to live, I can help you stay in Yangjian for a while longer."
Wen Chan thought for a while and said, "No, I'm already tired of the life there. Can you transfer my remaining energy to Liang Heng? Let him live well. Jinzhi just came back. If he dies of illness, it will be a loss." big."
Lou Muge didn't say anything, and complied with his request.
Liang Yanbei standing outside the palace looked very majestic. Even standing in the dark, the aura he exuded was enough to make everyone present perceive his existence, and he was completely different from him before entering the palace.
That was the last time Wen Chan saw him that year.
The country is complete, the rebels will be wiped out, Liang Yanbei is also safe, and Wen Chan can leave with peace of mind.
Seeing this, Wen Chan thought it was time to end, after all he had left the stage, but what he didn't expect, the protagonist of this story was not him, but Liang Yanbei.
In a flash, it went from that bloody night to a sunny day.
Right now is a stretch of green mountains and entangled rivers, with thin clouds looming in front of the eyes, extending to the extreme of sight.
The sound of birds and water blend together, geese pass by deer, and the wind leaves no trace.
Just when Wen Chan was still wondering what this place was, the bird leaned over and flew towards the ground until it passed through the canopy of the tree before slowly stopping. Wen Chan saw a person walking in front of him.
The bird slowed down and flew over, circled in front of the man, and then flew beside him at a distance, keeping the speed with the man.
"You're here again." He had a faint smile on his face.
Only then did Wen Chan find out that this person was Liang Yanbei, he was the same as before, but a little different from before.
He is no longer covered in brocade clothes and jade robes, but is wearing a light-colored coarse linen shirt, his long hair is cut short and tied up, and he is stepping on a pair of cloth shoes stained with mud.
The only bright and exquisite luxury accessory on his body is a flute pinned to his waist, made of high-quality wood, entwined with gold threads, and golden tassels.
That was the one Wen Chan gave him.
I don't know how long it has been since his death, but Liang Yanbei's body is full of precipitation, and his black eyes are full of calm.
Why did he become like this? Where is this place? What about Situ Zhoulan and Liang Shaojing
A series of questions popped up in Wen Chan's mind, but unfortunately he couldn't get an answer.
Liang Yanbei kept walking, his pace was neither slow nor slow, and he didn't seem to be panting. He didn't stop until he reached the top of the mountain.
Looking around, the mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the sky and the earth are all merged together, glowing blue.
Only when you stand on a high place, you can experience your own insignificance. In the scenery of thousands of miles, everything is shocking.
Liang Yanbei untied the wine jug tied around his waist, raised his head and took two mouthfuls, then put it at his feet, then pulled out the flute and gently pressed it to his mouth.
The next moment, the quiet and long flute sound came, spread out layer by layer, and echoed melodiously among the mountains and rivers, like waves slowly swaying on the lake, blending with the grass, trees, flowers and rivers under the warm sun. An untouched tranquility blends together.
The sound of Liang Yanbei's flute gave him a feeling that he hadn't heard for many years. That kind of familiarity was sealed in his heart, and he was awakened by the sound of the flute.
There was a little tenderness on his face, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his eyes, as if he had thought of something interesting. The flute sound he played was always soft and slow, making people involuntarily immersed and peaceful.
After the song was over, Liang Yanbei put down his flute and looked into the distance for a while, then said in a low voice, "Achan, look at this place, do you like it?"
Wen Chan was stunned.
He watched Liang Yanbei sit down on the spot, picked up the jug and drank every sip, looked at the scenery in front of him over and over again, as if someone was sitting next to him, he murmured, "You Look at this mountain, look at this river, look at this road, is it what you want?"
Wen Chan just looked at him like this, watching him rub the flute, drink up the wine in the jug, and finally got up and carved marks with a dagger on the stone that was a foot high beside him.
Liang Yanbei made the last stroke, and he saw the word clearly—Zen.
Thousands of words, all in one word.
Then Liang Yanbei left, and the next scene switched quickly. Through the eyes of a bird, he saw Liang Yanbei pass through the wild land of flying sand and rocks, and climbed a snow mountain with the howling cold wind.
It is also a pot of wine, a flute, and a word, leaving the footprints of his past.
He came to the endless desert again, under the scorching sun during the day and the frost at night, wandered for several days, found a small oasis, sat in front of a plain flower, and did the same thing as before. thing.
In the end, he traveled many places and traveled many distances, stopped in a peaceful small town, bought a simple hut, lived there, cut firewood and hunted every day, exchanged silver, and bought a pair of pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
He washed his hands, and drew a picture. There was a group of pear blossom trees as white as snow, and there was a young man in yellow brocade clothes standing under the tree, looking up at something.
The moment is frozen, peaceful and beautiful.
Liang Yanbei's painting skills have regressed a little, and he can't be as vivid as before, but Wen Chan can still tell at a glance that the boy in yellow is him.
Looking at the young appearance, it seems that it happened many years ago, so long that Wen Chan himself has no relevant memories, but Liang Yanbei can clearly draw every detail.
He hung the painting beside the simple bed, and it became the cleanest and most beautiful place in the whole house.
After finishing these, he moved the only one in the room, a broken chair he made by himself, sat on it, looked up at the painting, and stared at it for a long time.
After looking at it for a long time, Liang Yanbei held the jug again, and whispered to himself, "I haven't done it for a long time, and I can't draw you pretty anymore, but it's okay, you will always be the prettiest in my heart."
Wen Chan suddenly remembered that he once said such a thing to Liang Yanbei.
"The most beautiful river should be seen in the mountains; the most beautiful snow should be seen in Mobei; the most beautiful flowers should be seen in the desert; the most beautiful people can only be seen in the heart."
He walked through high mountains, Mobei, and deserts, and carved a Zen character everywhere.
A pot, a flute and a dagger, wherever he passes, is the place Wen Chan most wants to go but can't.
Liang Yanbei drank all the wine again, and went out with the wine jug. First, he went to the wine shop to fill the jug, and then he went to buy a hoe and a shovel. With the two things in hand, he entered the small town. wasteland.
Liang Yan turned north for a while, stopped at a mountain root, put the shovel to the side, took a sip of wine, and started digging.
Is this going to reclaim farmland? Wen Chan thought to himself.
Even if he killed him, he would never have thought that Liang Yanbei would plant the land himself one day and become a farmer. He used to be the proud son of heaven under one person and above ten thousand people. His hands held brushes, paintbrushes, and insurance. The sword of defending the country.
It must be the first time to hold a hoe for farming.
Liang Yanbei hoeed the ground in a dull manner. When he was hungry, he would hunt some game in the forest and roast it. After eating, he continued to work. The whole process was very silent, without saying a word.
No one came here either, so he hoeed from the bright sun to the thin moon, wiped the sweat off his face, and went back with his things.
He got up early the next day, and it was still the same. When the ground was almost loose, he started to shovel with the shovel again.
Only then did Wen Chan feel that something was wrong. If it was farming, he shouldn’t have dug such a deep hole. What on earth was he going to do? Did he want to dig a hole to bury paintings and flutes and start a new life in this place
Later, Wen Chan realized that he was wrong, he really wanted to bury things, but it wasn't those, but himself.
It took him a few days, from morning to night, to dig two deep pits, and a few more days to make two stone tablets with his own hands, sitting in front of the pits and carefully carving words on them.
After finishing these, he ordered two sets of coffins in the town, and transported them to the forest, which aroused great criticism. Many people thought this foreigner was a strange person, but he didn't care about those rumors.
Liang Yanbei put the painting he drew in one of the coffins, pushed the coffin into the pit by himself, and said to the coffin, "I don't know Feng Shui, and I don't know how to calculate strange things. This place has good air and is quiet, maybe you have been wronged, don't be angry."
Wen Chan suddenly felt that a hole had been torn in his heart, all the heartache and pain poured out at the same time, strangling him instantly, the pain was so painful that he was suffocated.
He always thought he had suffered enough, that he was strong enough to hold it in, never show it in front of people, no one would notice.
However, Liang Yanbei is even stronger. Whether he is in the front or back, he always has this calm appearance. Even if he is alone all day and night, he is either busy with work or drunk and in a daze. He can't see anything. , Just like a fool who doesn't know how to think.
But only Wen Chan knows that this is the expression of his true sadness to the extreme. In the past, Liang Yanbei was a person who always smiled in his daily life. He smiled lightly and calmly. When he was happy, those beautiful eyes They always laugh. When they are angry, there is a sneer on the corner of their mouth.
There are always expressions on the handsome face, vivid, various expressions that make people unable to take their eyes off.
But now he doesn't have that kind of anger. When he is in a daze, his eyes are lost in thought, and only when he occasionally recalls something, there will be some changes on his face, which makes Wen Chan's whole heart ache, with pain like needle pricks.
This is not his Liang Yanbei, not the Liang Yanbei who makes people feel happy when he raises his eyebrows and stares. No matter what he does right now, Wen Chan's heart throbs with pain.
Liang Yanbei shoveled soil one by one, buried the coffin, leveled the pit, and erected a stone tablet in front of the coffin.
After doing this, he was so tired that he sat on the ground, panting and drinking.
Then, Lou Muge appeared, he stood not far away, looked at Liang Yanbei, "He has already left, you are not worth it."
Liang Yanbei seemed to have seen him before, and was not even surprised by his appearance at all. He raised his eyes to look at him, a gust of wind blew by, and the blowing leaves rustled. He said calmly, "No."
"He hasn't left, he's been here all this time." He pointed to his heart, "No matter how chaotic and dangerous the world is, I will leave a pure land here for him, put him in it, and protect him forever. Don't try to hurt him."
His tone was calm but firm, and Lou Muge didn't answer any more.
"You came just in time. There is one thing I want to ask you." Liang Yanbei picked up the flute from the side, and said, "After I die, bury me in this pit, together with this flute."
"I want to stay here forever, with him." His eyes turned and fell on the vertical stone tablet.
The howling wind melted all the sounds, and the scenery in front of me became smaller and smaller, and Liang Yanbei who was sitting on the ground and Lou Muge who was standing were getting farther and farther away, and then the entire desolate forest tightened his eyesight.
The scenery passed quickly, passed through the white mist in the mountains, and made a big circle. When he turned back again, there were no people in the forest, only two neat tombstones, close together.
Wen Chan saw that the words on the stele were painted with a layer of gold, shining in the dappled sunlight.
On the left is Ah Chan, and on the right is Yan Bei.
It was as if a sharp knife stabbed straight into Wen Chan's heart, the pain made him tremble all over, and he wanted to cry bitterly.
These, he never knew.
He thought that Liang Yanbei married his beloved wife and gave birth to a beloved son. After some ups and downs, the rest of his life would be peaceful and happy, full of children and grandchildren.
But he took the only thing he had, and walked through the bustling and desolate scene with his feet, with pain and longing, until he died alone.
What Liang Yanbei went through, with these bird eyes, he couldn't see it all.
But Wen Chan really felt his love.
He finally couldn't help it, and let out a sob.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Wake up!" Liang Yanbei's voice came from next to his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with blurred scenery.
Liang Yanbei sat beside him, pulled him up and held him in his arms, gently wiped away the tears from his eyes with his soft fingertips, and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare? Why do you keep crying?"
Only then did Wen Chan realize that his eyes and face were full of tears.
His dull eyes focused on the moment he saw the worried Liang Yanbei in front of him, he cried and hugged Liang Yanbei's waist tightly, and asked loudly, "Why! Why?"
Why do you do this to yourself