The canopy carriage passed Guide Street, it rained last night, the bluestone slabs were a blue color, from a distance it looked like a large piece of jasper paving the ten-mile long street, cracked into hundreds of knots, reflecting the footsteps of pedestrians, quite cold and desolate .
On the street, the two stone lions in front of Zhenbeihou's Mansion, which had flourished for a time, had been smashed to pieces, without the slightest majesty. The gate lacking a door plaque was covered with layers of cobwebs and covered with red in just a few days. The printed seal was rattling by the wind...
Qiuyue reached out her hand to cover the curtain, and isolated the Zhenbei Hou Mansion from the carriage, and wrote lightly: "Second master can't see the wind."
Chu Yu slowly withdrew her hand, no longer insisting.
Qiuyue was silent for a while, before saying: "All the servants of the Qin family have been sold, and all the family property has been confiscated. The mother and daughter of the Qin family have defected to the family, and are not well received by the head of the family. The family is afraid that the mother and daughter of the Qin family will cause trouble to them. After all, It is inevitable that he will not be implicated if he committed such a major event in the court. The mother and daughter of the Qin family begged for many days before the patriarch agreed to give them a corner to live in. They're all having a bad time."
It's not just as simple as it is, a simple and simple attic, swaying in the wind, leaking in the rain, a few inches of land, a table and a bed, thin clothes and ragged quilts, and the eyes of the family are everywhere. For the mother and daughter, every day is a torment.
It's just that Qiuyue is too lazy to talk too much, and it's just to dirty the ears of the second master.
Chu Yu didn't react after hearing this, but nodded lightly, tightened the cloak around her body, and coughed in a low voice.
Qiuyue hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Chu Yu, and said lightly along Chu Yu's back, "Second Lord shouldn't be out, it's been cold these few days."
There was no blood on Chu Yu's lips, which made his entire face white, except for a pair of black eyes like deep pools, which made it hard to see his emotions.
Qiuyue stopped talking, she understood what Chu Yu was talking about.
During the cold food, when the flowers are flying, the rain is heavy in Qingming, and the exiles imprisoned in the imperial prison are on the road together. After leaving the city gate, what awaited them was a journey of toil and an indefinite return home.
After leaving the city gate, the official road stretches for hundreds of miles, lingering without end. The official was wearing a black smock with a gold belt buckled around his waist, and behind him was an exile in shackles. Spring City Flying Flowers can't get rid of the gloom of this team, one step away from home.
A carriage was parked on Zheliu Slope outside the city, waiting for someone.
The well-dressed boy stopped the official and whispered a few words, then took out the ingot from his sleeve and stuffed it into the official's hand. The officer's brows and eyes stretched, he smiled and nodded to accept it, then called out a person from the crowd behind him, and raised a few words.
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The white prison clothes were dirty, and the long hair was loose and messy. The man's wrists and ankles were all shackled. Only when he looked up, he saw a somewhat dejected handsome look, but he couldn't resist the blankness in his eyes, as if he had lost his life.
"Qin Houye, my master is here to invite you." The young servant's tone was respectful, but his posture was a bit self-confident.
Qin Zheng raised his head slowly, and said softly, "I'm no longer Lord Hou, who is your master?"
Even relatives are not allowed to visit the exiled prisoner, so who can block the way at this time...
The boy said: "Master Qin will know when he's gone."
Qin Zheng didn't ask any more questions. The sound of shackles made a icy sound with his steps. He walked up the Zheliu Slope step by step. When he saw the totem of the Yasukuni Mansion outside the carriage, it seemed to be rooted under his feet, and he couldn't take another step. .
The plain white hands are pitifully thin, like a thin layer of snow-colored skin covering the delicate bones, slowly lifting the curtain of the car.
Xueqing robes, Buddha gray deep clothes, cloud white cloak, crow hair drooping, eyebrows and eyes remain the same, only a three-finger wide cloth towel is tied between the foreheads, the whole person is as cold as frost. Looking up, the thin clouds in the sky, the moss on the ground, and the green willows behind him all seem to be a reflection in the landscape painting, and he is the main painter, unabated.
"Qing Ci..." Qin Zheng's lips were dry, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he read the name of the person opposite.
Chu Yu looked at the person five paces away, as if he had been in a lifetime. The past is vivid in my mind, but it quickly fades from my mind, and finally I just freeze at this moment, my eyes meet, and I am speechless. From an ignorant youth to the present, with such a stroke of grievances and hatred, Meng Hanyi was executed, Qin Zheng was exiled, the Hou's mansion was confiscated, and finally the family was destroyed.
The willows were weakened by the wind, Chu Yu coughed in a low voice, breaking the deadlock of silence.
Qiuyue brought out an ebony carved tray from one side, on which were placed a glass jug and a pair of gold bottles.
Chu Yu slowly lifted the jug, filled two glasses of wine, and handed one to Qin Zheng, watching him stretch out his shackled hands, and the trembling fingertips almost emptied the wine.
The cuckoo cries, adding to the bleakness. Both of them knew it was over,
Chu Yu squeezed the golden bottle, suppressed the coughing, and lowered his eyes, "Qin Zheng, everything yesterday is like dying yesterday, and everything today is like being born today. I have been entangled with you for more than ten years, and it finally came to an end. But for you, there are three things. Thank you very much."
"Thank you for the first cup, we met when we were young, and saved my life."
"Thank you for the second cup, get married and give me a daughter."
"Thank you for the third cup, three points of love, a big dream."
Three glasses of wine, Qin Zheng burst into tears, it's not that he never loved, it's not that he didn't think about taking good care of the person in front of him, it's not that he didn't make up his mind not to let him down... It's just why he pushed the person in front of him farther and farther, why put it on himself? The pearl in his palm was smashed to pieces, only then did he realize that, for so many years, it was that Yinghui who illuminated every step of the way under his feet.
The gold bottle fell from his fingertips, Chu Yu frowned and leaned over and coughed heart-piercingly, this body couldn't hold up to three glasses of wine...
Qin Zheng subconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand, but saw Chu Yu backing away abruptly, not even touching his clothes.
The fingertips are empty, except for the mountain wind, there is nothing else.
Chu Yu staggered two steps, steadied his body, breathing unevenly, he stared at Qin Zheng for a long while, and then said: "But Qin Zheng, I also have three hatreds in my heart. The first hate is that you are only three-pointed, and the second hates you You clearly have a daughter but you don’t raise them, and I hate you for saving my life when you were young and reckless.”
Every word pierced his heart like a knife, Qin Zheng trembled all over, fell to his knees, seemed to be too painful to speak, it took a long time to squeeze out a choked sob from his teeth...
The mountain wind blows away the sobbing, and the willow is always broken to give away. How many people have paid attention to the delicate willow branch, but if the heart is divorced, there is nothing to keep.
If you can't stay, then you can't stay.
Chu Yu laughed lowly, neither sad nor happy, took out a document from his sleeve, leaned over and spread it in front of Qin Zheng.
"Qin Zheng, I've lived like a joke for so many years." Chu Yu said calmly, "It's time to end."
Qin Zheng raised his eyes, his eyes were blurred, he didn't speak from the beginning to the end, because he was facing Chu Yu, he said that the guilt was too light, the love was too light, and the afterlife was unworthy, so he only said one word: " good."
OK, I allow you.
Heli pressed Qin Zheng's bloody fingerprints on the book.
In black and white, every word weeps blood.
Sixteen is the monarch's wife, who is still frivolous after years, and has never realized the monarch's will, so she can get this bitter brew.
Seventeen knows this fate, the two hearts cannot be the same, clouds cover the day, this road does not care about turning back.
At the eighteenth year, I think about the old man, the time is suddenly too late, the heart of the king is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened.
I have been with my monarch and wife for six years, and I have feuded with each other year after year. It is difficult to agree, but I want to leave.
Chaohua competes, five colors are pure, the harp is in the imperial court, and the new sound replaces the ancients.
The Zhu Xian is broken, the bright mirror is incomplete, and the morning dew is already shining, so everyone returns to his own way.
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How can the light and fluffy paper make the end of this evil from the beginning to the end, but after all, from now on, the two go their own way.
Qin Zheng looked at Chu Yu's leaving back, the cloud-white cloak, the snow-green robe, and the Buddha-gray clothes, until the vermilion car door cut off his last sight. He looked down at the Guanyin Jade in his palm. After all these years, he still looked at all living beings with compassion. This was the last and only thing Chu Yu gave him as parting.
The sound of shackles, a farewell on Zheliu Po, the mistake of meeting.
The footsteps of exiles step on the dust of the official road, tossing and turning to the distance.
Chu Yu was leaning on the car with his eyes closed, but suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to push the window. Two or three flying birds startled outside the window, flitting across the gray sky, and there was no one on the official road...
It was not a dream, it was really over.
There is no love without injury, no desire is strong, from now on alone, forever and ever.