Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 105

"Squeak-"

Lian Shen slightly pushed open the door of Zichen Hall.

There was a weak breathing sound on the dragon bed, and Emperor Jing Cheng was blown by the cool wind from outside, coughing a few times in a hoarse voice.He couldn't get up, he didn't even have the strength to move, but he sighed.

"You came……"

The sedative incense smoke from the incense burner curls up, mixing with the smell of medicine in the hall, the bright yellow is thick and luxurious, and the room is full of silence.

"Isn't it, it's autumn?"

The hem of the black clothes stopped, and Lian Shenwei stood in front of the dragon couch, "Yeah, it's been a while since autumn."

"I know, what are you doing here? The Negative Snow Sword is...behind the bookshelf, in the grid. You can see it when you push it away," Jing Chengdi said intermittently. It’s coming, I’m going to return it.”

Lian Shenwei followed what he said, pushed open the bookshelf, opened the grid, and took out the Negative Snow Sword.

The whole body of the sword is snow white, and even the hilt is made of a very special translucent material, as clear as snow, with the word negative snow engraved on it.

The Negative Snow Sword has no scabbard, it is a sword with the scabbard and the blade integrated into one body, you only need to press the mechanism on the left side of the hilt, and the blade will be sealed immediately and become a shape similar to a ruler.

Chi, the meaning of restraint and measure.

Negative Snow Sword is also known as the Sword of Mercy.

Lian Shenwei put his hand on the sword, and said in a calm tone, "After Ying Tangfu died, besides myself, the person I hate the most is you."

Ying Tang went to be the first emperor.

This is the first time he has spoken out about his hatred.

He hasn't let go for a moment in ten years.When he first heard the bad news when he was a teenager, he became paranoid and crazy during that time. He hated the falling moon stream. After finding out the truth, he began to hate the court, those high-sounding officials, and why the people who had received the kindness of Fudu Villa didn't reach out to help them. Bundle.

But the person he can't forgive the most is himself.

Why didn't he go home, why was he not there when the accident happened in the villa, why did he implicate Qiu Cheng who died innocently for him.

Over the years, his enemies have been eliminated one by one by his own hands. Looking at the desperate or angry eyes of those people before they died, he watched with cold eyes, only thinking of the night in Fudu Villa, when his relatives died, what happened to them? Not so desperate.

Emperor Jing Cheng was in a trance for a moment: "I know, I knew it a long time ago."

"My whole life..."

All kinds of things in the past quickly flashed before my eyes, and the one I was most reluctant to part with was the years in Jinling, when the pear blossoms were covered with rain and the snow fell.

Having been a noble and majestic emperor for ten years, he finally shed tears just before his death, and the bright yellow pillow was slightly dizzy.

"In my life, I have owed too many people..."

The ones who owe the most are Fudu Mountain Villa, You Wei, the child he has estranged for ten years, and Lian Shenwei.

The most helpless thing in the world is nothing but a mistake. If he was born in an ordinary family, would he still be living a happy and peaceful life now?

"I can't hear Jing Jue calling me Daddy anymore," said Emperor Jing Cheng, "He has grown up and still blames me."

He took a hard look at Lian Shenwei.

When she met Yu Wei, her younger brother was only eleven or twelve years old, a young boy. Just like Yu Wei, he loved Lian Shenwei as his half son.

A person who used to be so dazzling and bright.

The faint light from outside came in through the window lattice, and the darkness intertwined. The young man's posture remained the same, but he was extremely indifferent and pale. In the not cold weather, he was wearing a wide black robe and a thin cloak. Can't see the shadow of the original.

He seemed to be swallowed up by the status of the regent of the Dasheng Dynasty.

"Yubai, I'm sorry..."

The life that was supposed to be happy and unrestrained for a lifetime was completely ruined by three generations of the Ying family.

"I don't expect your forgiveness. After I leave...cough cough...the Dasheng court has no one to protect you. You have to be good, Jing Jue... If Jing Jue makes you angry, you can go ,leave here……"

"You have done enough. Your elder sister loves you so much. After I go down, she will blame me even more when she knows you have worked so hard."

Lian Shen was silent for a moment: "It was never me you were protecting, it was Lian Yubai who died long ago."

He walked up to the dragon couch, and pressed the tip of the snow sword against Emperor Jing Cheng's neck, "Before he died, he said so much because he wanted to hear what I said? Forgive me?"

The cold touch did not make Emperor Jing Cheng dodge, but he was somewhat attached to the temperature of the sword.

For a person who is in self-blame and remorse every day, if someone is willing to say forgiveness to him, it is tantamount to salvation.

But the only person in the world who is qualified to forgive him, besides Ying Jingjue, is Lian Shenwei.

Forgive such a luxurious thing, how could he be delusional.

Let him be in regret all the time.

Ten years of remorse, can you make Ju Wei feel a little soft-hearted towards him, and would still like to see him in the underworld?

"Dark guards, I have dispersed, no one will see..." Emperor Jing Cheng's eyes gradually became dizzy, "Yu Bai, I have lived very hard in the last few months."

"Your elder sister... likes to watch snow, but she died in summer."

"I'm trying very hard to live until winter... to see the snow fall... to watch the jade sandalwood plum blossom again for her, and when I leave, bring her a handful of snow in the world, will she still want to see me, will she won't forgive me..."

Lian Shenwei looked at him for a long time.

"You could have lived a few more days, but Meng Po powder was added to the soup you drank later. That medicine is one of the raw materials of Meng Po Tang. It can relieve your pain, but at the same time, it will also reduce the properties of other medicines. "

Ying Jing decided to go to Feng Ke for medicine, and Feng Ke asked him if he wanted to prescribe it to the emperor, so he followed suit and added Mengpo powder.

He said slowly: "If you live a few more days, maybe you can hear Jing Jue call you daddy, but I don't want you to be happy."

In fact, Lian Shenwei didn't know that Emperor Jing Cheng would suddenly want to hear Ying Jing decide to call him daddy. He said such words at this time, it was nothing more than revenge.

These words hurt the heart, Emperor Jing Cheng was stunned for a moment, smiled wryly, and took a hard breath for a while.

"Is it getting dark... I think I saw your sister..."

"Yubai, can you dance the Negative Snow Sword Technique once, your elder sister often showed me it under the plum tree."

"Please, just once..."

Emperor Jing Cheng asked, keeping his posture extremely low.

Lian Shenwei's brows and eyes were indifferent and terrifying, unmoved at all.

Emperor Jing Cheng's voice became lower and lower, and his breathing became short of breath. He was still on his deathbed, muddled, and his tone was vague, repeating Lian Youwei's name over and over again.

He has gray hair on his temples, and the loss of his wife and children has been such a pain all his life.

Before you die, you can't die.

The dark sky is blocked by layers of bed curtains, and the pain breeds and ferments in the dark.

He was not the only one who was forever trapped on June [-] ten years ago.

Hatred, grievances, will they be truly freed on the day of death?

Lian Shenwei slowly put down the sword, closed his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, and his jaw line was extremely tight.

He glanced at it, and after a while, he walked to Zichen Palace, where the official business was handled.

There was a stack of white rice paper on the case.

He pressed his finger on the hilt of the negative snow sword, and the blade was sharpened instantly. Then he took out the handkerchief and tied his right wrist to the hilt to ensure that the negative snow sword would not become unstable.

Then he drew out the sword suddenly, the tip of the sword picked up the rice paper on the table and raised it into the air.

The awe-inspiring sword energy cut the thin paper into tiny pieces, and it was like a snowfall in winter in a trance.

["The Negative Snow swordsmanship realized by my sister is light, agile, kind, compassionate, and tolerant."

The girl in the skirt turned around with her hands behind her back, and looked at her younger brother with a smile, "Xiao Yubai, brother, you are too strong to use such a light sword."

"You can go to the Sword Tomb and ask for your own sword when you grow up."

Lian Yubai hugged her leg, and said with a little complacent tone, "Sister, geniuses don't distinguish between swordsmanship and style. If you teach me, I can learn it. Really, I won't embarrass you if I learn it. Yes, Dad will definitely agree."

"Okay, you are a genius, so geniuses don't need others to teach you?"

Lian Yubai: "Sister, don't force me. If you force me again, I will act like a baby."

"You can learn if you want," Lian Yuwei poked at him, "return the stolen chicken from Erpang's family in Shanzhuang, the little one hasn't grown up yet, and if you want to steal it, you have to wait for the chicken to grow up... No, You have to feed yourself."

Lian Yubai: "No, no, I've raised myself so much that I'm reluctant to eat it, and I'll be sad if I eat it."

Lian Youwei: "You stole the one raised by Er Fatty, won't he be sad?"

The young boy froze for a moment, then felt guilty.

She touched her younger brother's head, "Don't do to others what you don't want."

"...Okay, I get it," Lian Yubai entangled again, his eyes burning, "So when will Sister teach me?"

"Well, maybe when it snows this winter."

"why?"

"Because when it's snowing—your sister, I'm in a good mood."]

Through the heavy curtains, Emperor Jing Cheng saw the figure wiping the sword, hazy and indistinct.The tiny snow-white rice paper that was swirling one after another turned into heavy snow in an instant.

At a glance, he seemed to be back in Jinling, watching the man holding the hand dance with the sword under the plum blossom, and the youngest son lying on his knees, that kind of leisurely life.

"Yu Wei, look, it's winter again..."

Hot tears rolled down the corner of his eyes, Jing Chengdi tremblingly stretched out his hand, but grabbed it completely.

I am sorry.

sorry……

The light in his eyes slowly went out, his hands hung heavily beside the bed, and he lost his breath.The eyebrows are unprecedentedly soothing, and the corners of the mouth have a satisfied arc.

Lian Shenwei stabbed out with his sword for the last time, and his breath was slightly chaotic.

Then, put away the sword and stand.

He didn't use his internal strength, but his right hand still ached from the strength he exerted while dancing the sword.

The ground was messy and snow-white, and only his breathing was left in the hall, which was extremely silent.

The last enemy also died, and even Shenwei felt empty for a moment.

His road to revenge is over.

Then what?Can he go back to the past?

Can not go back.

After a long time, Lian Shenwei said softly:

"After you go down, if you meet Sister and the others, remember that Lian Yubai is alive and well. After being sad for a while, he avenged Chu Yueliu for them, and he is still pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts in the Jianghu."

"He is upright, kind, benevolent, and abides by the family precepts of the Lian family. He did not bury the gentlemen of Fudu Villa in the past. He eradicated traitors and promoted goodness in the rivers and lakes, without restraint, and lived as they expected..."

If there really is Huang Quan, a person like him should go to hell after death, and he probably won't meet A Niang and the others.

Lian Shenwei: "If you tell me something like this..."

"I forgive you."

The room was silent.

boom!

The cold autumn wind blows open the windows, the coolness pours in, and the rice paper on the ground is blown by the wind.

The forgiveness that has not been said in ten years, is now so easily said, for the sake of ghosts and gods.How similar he is to Emperor Jing Cheng, he can say forgiveness to Emperor Jing Cheng, but what about him?

Who else can say to him:

I forgive you.

Lian Shenwei held the sword, pushed open the palace door, and walked out.

The snow-white rice paper at his feet floated out with him, and a gust of wind came from nowhere, and the piece of paper flew wantonly into the gray and gloomy sky, together with the withered yellow leaves.

The autumn wind was blowing, and the hem of his clothes was blowing up. The young man just watched calmly, without reaching out to chase after it.

Once Xiao Yijian, the rivers and lakes are full of madness, leaning on the building drunk and lying laughing in the world, wearing a coir raincoat in the mist and rain, and taking a rest in a boat.

It's a pity that if you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, it's not the same.

Lian Shenwei retracted his gaze and walked down the steps step by step.

The author says:

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, it will not look the same, the young man swims——

"Tang Duoling·Lu Ye Man Ting Zhou"

Song Liu Guo

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