Messenger of Bliss

Chapter 17

Wrapped in silver, the auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.

All the servants of Chang'an Palace evaporated, the royal family is still the same royal family, in the battle of trapped beasts, only winners and losers, whoever remembers the kindness, whoever loses.

The emperor woke up from the nightmare, "Come, come!"

The personal eunuch came in, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

The emperor took the silk handkerchief handed over by the eunuch, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief, "The empress...is she encoffined?"

"Go back to the emperor, encoffined."

"Has she closed her eyes?"

The eunuch hesitated for a moment, and said the truth cautiously: "The empress...does not want to rest in peace."

The spine that had just straightened went limp in an instant, and he suddenly grabbed the eunuch's wrist and ordered in a panic, "Go... hurry... go..."

"emperor?"

"Order...to sew her eyes shut tightly! Use straw...to stuff her mouth with straw, seal it with wax, burn it, burn it! Don't...don't...don't let her come to the orphan...don't ..."

His demeanor was very much like a mad dog, the old eunuch thought so, but he didn't dare to show any neglect on his face, he just responded and backed away.

The emperor drank a large cup of herbal tea, and the water choked in his throat like a steamed bun. He swallowed it with difficulty, and smashed the porcelain cup with all his strength. Looking at the shattered pieces, he could no longer sleep peacefully.

It's been seven days, and the vicious nightmare has been haunting him for seven days.

He suddenly realized that, assuming the throne of emperor, killing people and setting fires, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, talking honey with swords in the belly, and countless other things, he seems to have done a lot, and indeed he has never done any of them.All along, it was that woman's hands that were dripping with sin for him.

She said, you only need to be the supreme emperor, and let me kill the white bones under your feet for you.

The concubine has worked hard for you and donated this country to the emperor, just in exchange for the favor of your husband for a lifetime.

Such a good deal, he agreed without hesitation.

Since when did I stop trusting her?

The people love her, the courtiers respect her, the years have blessed her, a woman who gets in the way.

I'm afraid of her, I'm jealous of her, I hate her.

"Father..."

The emperor turned his head, with a terrifying smile on his face, the prince's heart tightened, and he quickly knelt down, "My son has not been passed on, please forgive me!"

"Forgive me..." the emperor muttered these two words several times, shaking his head, "It's Ying'er, get up."

"…Yes."

The prince stood up tremblingly, "Father, mother...that woman..."

"Ying'er, can you sleep well after killing your mother?"

The prince was startled, and knelt down again, "My son is willing to share the worries of the father!"

"Share your worries? You were the one who killed him, not Gu!"

"Father!"

"I just want to treat her kindly, I just want to!" The emperor had a splitting headache and rubbed his temples in pain, "It's her! It's her own fault! A woman is not in the harem to care for her husband and teach her children, but she ran to the front court to make trouble! What kind of fairy? What the Holy Mother! She is a disaster, a disaster!"

"Father calm down!"

"I originally planned to spare her, but I won't come when the opportunity is too late. I have been controlled by her for 40 years. If I miss this time, I will never have another chance!" He rushed forward to hold the prince's cheek, "Win Son, is what Dad said right?"

"Father... what you said is true."

"What is it!"

A harsh slap was slapped on the prince's face, the emperor stood up slowly, squinting at his son, with a frost-like gloomy look in his eyes, "You killed your mother at the age of 12, at what age do you plan to kill your father?" ?”

"Father!" The crown prince's face was pale, "My son... never thought about it..."

"Never thought about it? Haha..." The emperor bent down, lifted his son's chin, and looked at him from left to right, "Your cold appearance, and Gu, are almost carved out of the same mold..."

The jaw was so painful that it was about to dislocate, the prince gritted his teeth and did not make any rebuttal.

"Go." The emperor straightened his clothes, and his tone was as calm as if it was just a daily greeting: "Go to Chang'an Palace to accompany your mother, and you are not allowed to come out without Gu's order."

"Father!" The prince was shocked, and he walked forward, hugged his leg, and begged: "You can't treat me like this! I am your only son! You said, as long as... as long as I..."

"Bastard!" He kicked the prince flying, and sighed to the sky, "You also said that you have been loyal to the orphan all your life and have no two hearts. Isn't it all a lie? You go... go to Chang'an Palace to make amends for her, tell her She was made by you and has nothing to do with Gu! As long as she doesn't come to Gu again, Gu will let you out!"

"Father! Don't... spare my son, let me spare my son!"

"Come on!"

The Imperial Forest Army outside the gate entered in response, and the emperor sat on the dragon chair and said in a threatening way: "The prince misses his mother very much, and is distraught. Please enter Chang'an Palace to observe your filial piety."

"Father..."

"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch came back, took a look at the prince, then ran to the emperor's side with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Say."

The old eunuch nodded and said in a low voice, "The empress's body is gone."

"Missing?" He grabbed the old eunuch's shoulder with such force that even his nails turned blue and purple, "What do you mean disappeared? Where did you go?"

"The old slave doesn't know. The coffin is empty."

The emperor's face was covered with an ugly earthy color, the legs under the dragon robe shook like sieves, and the crotch was wet for a while, and the dignified atmosphere flowed in the hall. A word.

"Did you really kill her with your own hands?"

After a while, a hoarse voice finally came out from his tightly closed lips.

The prince stared desperately at the selfish and crazy man in front of him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "How bold I am as a saint is nothing more than that."

"roll!"

The prince patted the dirt on his knees, staggered and fell on a horse. He was picked up by the Imperial Forest Army and headed towards Chang'an Palace.

The prince's wailing from time to time in Chang'an Palace eventually turned into a hoarse wailing.The emperor did not allow anyone to enter the Chang'an Palace, and he planned to starve the son to death.

At a young age, he challenged his sins beyond his capacity. In the emperor's house, he was too anxious to grow the seedlings. Without the protection of his mother, how long did he think he could fly with his own wings?

The ground is a prison, and the cocoon binds itself.

Bai Yan was sitting cross-legged on the long steps outside the hall, all he could do was sing a song about the death of the dead, and no one would be taken in by Fu Guang, so nothing would help.

Goose feather snow covered his hair, and Heitu had an illusion that that person had melted into this vast expanse of whiteness.

He couldn't help but picked up a strand of his hair, carefully folded his palms together, and melted the snow on it. For some unknown reason, he just wanted to do this.

"Black butcher."

"Ah."

Bai Yan looked up at the sky, the place where he lived for 1000 years was far away and strange.

"What will happen to Mo Qiong in the future?"

"From the land of no one, to the land of no man."

"Oh..." Bai Qian exaggeratedly sighed, "Retribution, retribution, I didn't expect that one day, I would use these two words to comfort myself."

"Fan Yu..."

"Man, after peeling off the skin, even if you crush it and grind it to pieces, you will never know what is inside."

"They will reap the consequences."

"They? I'm not talking about them, but me." He turned his head to stare at Heitu's side face, and smiled, "Tutu, do you think I will be punished?"

Heitu sat beside him and put his arms around his shoulders, "Fanyu, you are not wrong."

"It's not wrong..." Bai Yan said to himself, but the corners of his mouth gradually sank, he drew circles aimlessly on the ground, and said softly: "Immortals don't care about human affairs, all indifference can use this wonderful When you are happy, you say that all living beings are saved, and when you are unhappy, you say that everyone has their own fate..." Bai Yan snorted coldly, "Actually, I just find it troublesome."

"I've been watching this world coldly for thousands of years, it's just a habit, don't worry about it."

Bai Yan laughed "puchi", Heitu stared blankly at him, "What?"

Bai Yan pinched his cheek, "Say so many words in one breath, Jue Mingzong, are you tired?"

Heitu was stunned for a moment, grabbed his naughty fingers, and answered very seriously: "I'm not tired."

"You..." Bai Qian was amused, and lay down in his arms, "You can always help me find a good excuse that I can't refute."

"Not an excuse."

"Okay, if you say no, then it's not."

Bai sneered, and his heavy heart felt inexplicably relieved.He stretched out his hand to catch the fluttering snowflakes, every piece that was as light as a feather and turned into mud was her life.

"Tutu, it's snowing heavily."

"Ah."

"What a nice view."

Heitu tightened his arms, "Is it cold?"

"Of course it's cold. Snow is cold. Snow and blood are all cold."

Bai Yan casually scooped up a handful of snow on the ground and threw it out, "Tu Tu, tell me, does Xue Ji regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Do you regret loving the wrong person? Do you regret being let down?"

"No regrets."

Answering without thinking, Bai Qian raised his hand and hooked his chin, "What about you, do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Do you regret loving the wrong person? Do you regret being let down?"

Heitu stared at him, stroked his lips gently, paused every word, and made a decisive decision:

"Won't love the wrong person, don't be afraid of being let down."

Bai Yan looked at him, his eyes were bright and kind, in the dark pupils, he was reflected, it was all him.

He smiled, and there was a palpitation somewhere under his ribs. He slapped his heart suddenly, wishing he could dig in and touch it, but he was disappointed as always, and there was no movement at all.

If it's not the heartbeat, what is this unbearable impulse?

Although it wasn't the right time, he just asked the question that had troubled him for a long time on a whim.

"Since you have liked me for a long time, why didn't you tell me clearly? You have to wait for me for 500 years? Are you afraid that I will refuse?"

Heitu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Why did you steal this heart?"

why?Ask yourself, Bai Qian has never seriously thought about it.

He thought hard for a while, and came up with a tentatively tenable answer: "I always feel that this thing does not belong to the Gate of Ultimate Bliss, but belongs to myself. Isn't it shameless?"

Heitu showed a fleeting smile, "I won't come to you until you accept it sincerely."

Bai Yan was stunned for a while, licked his dry lips, and became solemn: "Jae Mingzong, I, Fanyu Wuxin, don't know what it means to be sincere, but I assure you, at least it's not fake."

"Enough."

Bai Yan smiled brightly, got up and led him, "Go and see Ah Han."

"Fanyu, are you okay..."

Bai Yan waved his sleeves casually, "I call myself the Great Immortal of Ultimate Bliss, so I naturally have nothing to worry about, and sentimentality is also a whim, and I will forget it."

will forget.

Will it?

The vastness of the years hides the filth, and one day, all the obsession, bitterness, kindness and vulgarity will be turned into loess and buried in the world.The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, everything goes round and round, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the flowers are still blooming like a brocade, but I can’t remember anyone anymore.

There will not even be nostalgia.

Forgetful people, forgetful world, this is the world, the most secretive cruelty.