1novels Chapter 17 The Blind Musician
Chapter 17 The Blind Musician
Wei Hanyue died the day before spring came.
There is a warm pavilion in the backyard of the county guard’s office for officials to rest. At this time, a copper ice mirror was placed in the warm pavilion, and a pot was placed in the middle of the cup. Solid ice was stored between the pots, and the annular gap was almost invisible. .
Wei Hanyue sat on the side of the ice mirror. He wore all kinds of clothes, and no matter what color he wore, he could wear a peerless appearance.
But he seldom wears pure white, not because a snow suit makes him seem repulsive, but because such plain color makes the body chill easily, and he is the most vulnerable to cold.
Today, however, he is wearing a tea-white gown with large breasts and wide sleeves. The hem of the gown is stacked with the sleeves, like the waves of the sea, or like the clouds flowing in the nine heavens. mist.
Geng Haokong saw him gesticulating a dagger that cut iron like mud at his wrist, and his whole body turned pale. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched out under this frightened expression, and tremblingly said: " Young Master... You, you, think twice before acting, if you die here, I am afraid that His Majesty will kill you..."
"Emperor Geng, don't worry," Wei Han said with a smile as he lifted the saber in his hand, and the blood flowed into the fou in no time, "Your black gauze hats, and the heads of the people of Wan County, will all stay on top. "
He stared at the rich crimson, and his amber pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of vermilion mist, just like an exiled immortal and a fallen demon, or a Buddha turned into a demon. Added a bit of unruly beauty.
He didn't leave any room, the wound was deep, the blood flowed profusely, the severe pain was unimaginable, but his face was calm all the time, as if it was just a let-go before he became immortal.
Geng Haokong racked his brains and couldn't predict that Wei Meiren... just turned on the pain shield.
Such a rapid blood flow is bound to make it difficult for Wei Hanyue to last for too long. He just grasped the strength of the knife in his hand, and only hoped that the timing was perfect, and Cen Huaishou could be in time before he could hold his breath...
His thoughts were forcibly cut off by the loud "bang" of two thick chicken-wing wooden doors falling down.
Wei Hanyue got his wish, but Geng Haokong was so terrified that he didn't even dare to take a look at the god-killing Cen Huaichou, and rolled staggeringly to the corner of the Nuan Pavilion.
Wei Hanyue swayed just right, and was immediately embraced by Cen Huaichou who was rushing over.
Cen Huaichou happened to sit between him and the ice mirror, completely separating the two, as if afraid that the cold and hard dead thing could snatch Wei Hanyue from his arms.
Wei Hanyue's wrist was still gurgling with fresh blood, and when he moved without the Bing Jian's support, it naturally dripped onto his robe, and the pure tea white was immediately stained with a dazzling red.
Cen Huaichou seemed to be burned to pieces by the gradually fading brilliance, he wanted to tear off a sleeve to stop Wei Hanyue's bleeding, but the man in his arms stopped him almost gently with his trembling palm.
Cen Huaichou stared blankly at the slightly curled slender fingers in his palm, his lips trembled sickly and wanted to say something, but he could only squeeze out painful and helpless sobs as if he lost his voice.
"Cen Huaixou..." Wei Hanyue lost a lot of blood, and his strength is really not worth mentioning, "After you buried me, you are not allowed to give me the title of Marquis Emperor, no, otherwise... In short, it is not allowed..."
Cen Huaichou's eyes were bloodshot and he said: "I'll go to the imperial physician, I'll go to the imperial physician... I'll go to Geng Haokong..."
He completely forgot that he himself was a doctor.
Geng Haokong in the corner was fighting more and more, fearing that the emperor would go mad and kill him.
Wei Hanyue smiled with difficulty and said, "Don't get angry, otherwise my wrist...wouldn't have been cut for nothing..."
Cen Huaichou stuck his neck and said in a hoarse voice: "Then don't go, you look at me, otherwise I don't know... what I will do!"
Wei Hanyue snuggled into his arms, but the heat from his body gradually lost. Whenever he spoke softly, it sounded like he was pitifully coquettish: "Leng...you are obedient, Ah Shou."
Cen Huaichou tightened his arms as hard as he could, wishing he couldn't exchange his blood for Wei Hanyue, and repeated: "I'm obedient, I'm obedient... Ah Yue, baby, it's too cold here, let's go back to Hengdu, I'll take you Huihengdu..."
As he spoke, he wanted to hug Wei Hanyue, but the cold and soft hand in his palm seemed to lose support and slipped down quickly.
Cen Huaichou froze for an instant when he stood up, and finally realized that even the last slight unnoticeable ups and downs of the body in his arms had stopped.
There was a "pop" sound from high above the sky, and the first burst of spring thunder rolled in the first year of Dingduan. Cen Huaichou seemed completely unaware that Wei Hanyue had passed away, so he picked up Wei Hanyue's dangling hand numbly. Looking up, I looked out of the curtain at the drizzle that was engulfed by spring thunder.
The tender yellow winter jasmine blooming in the courtyard was shivering in the rain. Cen Huaichou stared at one of them for a long time, his eyes were red and sore, almost bursting, but he could not shed tears.
He murmured foolishly: "Are you leaving the puppy?"
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Ever since Cen Huaishou saw the old man begging Wei Han to read his blood that day, he ordered people to seal off the main road outside the county yamen, except for officials and yamen servants, so that no one else would come to ask the Buddha to cut his flesh and feed the eagle.
But... But the treasure he kept on the tip of his heart, and he was reluctant to touch it, is now soaked in blood, and his voice is cut off.
Cen Huaichou really hoped that Wei Hanyue would be more cold-blooded, and hoped that he would be alone, but he left so simply... so simply.
Suddenly a person broke through the sun and rushed all the way into the Nuan Pavilion, soaked in blood, the tip of the shiny sword was still dripping with blood, and the blade was also covered with spots of dry red blood, but his appearance was the same as that of Cen Huaichou.
There are large and small darts, silver needles, and arrows stuck in his chest and back...the color is black and green, and they are all poisoned. It can be seen that even if he came to Wanjun with inhuman perseverance, it was already at the end of his battle.
Gu Quer's eyes were covered with blood-colored tulle, and his eyes were all crimson. When he looked at Wei Hanyue, who was already exasperated in Cen Huaichou's arms, the violent and bloodthirsty aura around him suddenly softened.
He seemed to frighten Wei Hanyue deeply, he threw away his long sword and walked over lightly, then bent his knees two steps away, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Lying in Cen Huaicou's arms, Wei Hanyue had a delicate and beautiful face, as if alive, if one ignored his white clothes stained red with blood, one would think that he was just in deep sleep.
Gu Qu'er wiped his blood-stained hands vigorously on the cuff of his jacket, and then carefully went to hold the corner of Wei Hanyue's clothes.
However, the palace satin was extremely smooth that day, and he didn't close his palms together as if he was afraid of hurting Wei Hanyue, so the matcha white flowed out of his palm in an instant, like a cluster of light that never returned.
Gu Qu'er stared blankly at the wide sleeve that was close at hand, and felt his lungs tremble, his internal organs were pulverized into smoke and dust by the sharp blade, his teeth were clenched, but he still couldn't suppress the surging blood.
One step away, heaven and man are separated forever.
If Wei Hanyue was still there, even with such a serious injury, Gu Quer could have gritted his teeth and endured it, but now that he is gone... Gu Quer has no desire to survive.
Thick black blood froth surged out from Gu Qu'er's mouth and nose, and his tall body collapsed like a mountain. At the last moment, he only had time to catch Wei Hanyue's soft strand of hair.
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Wei Hanyue woke up in a void.
Mo Lan was surrounded by the deep sea. He was confused, but suddenly there was a "meow" in his ear, which seemed a bit smug.
[Zizaizai succeeded, when your body comes back, we can go to the new world meow! 】
He glanced at his body, and it was indeed in a translucent spirit state.
[Then what will you do in the next seven days? 】
[Play chess, watch dramas, read books, play games...you can do whatever you want! 】
[Then let's play backgammon. 】
[Okay!By the way, Yue Zai, the tasker can choose a person to clear his memory in the last world, have you made a decision? 】
Wei Hanyue pondered for a while.
[Choose Aunt Wei. 】
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The place where Mr. Han Yue's bones are buried is on the top of Lingji Mountain in the outskirts of Wan County.
The regulations for the coffin are the same as those of the emperor, and it is made of golden nanmu, with five coffins and two outer coffins, which are very heavy.
On the day of the burial, all the people in Wanjun came out spontaneously, and followed Wei Hanyue's coffin up the stairs along the drizzle and misty mountain path. The funeral procession stretched for tens of miles without end.
Cen Huaichou, Yan Mingtuan, Si Shujue and 120 five strong Habayashi men carried the coffin. The wind and cold rain in the warm and cold season penetrated into the muscles and bones densely, and there was snow the size of rice grains floating on the top of the mountain. They all blew all over their heads.
After that, twelve monks held beads and chanted scriptures, praying to the Buddha to protect Wei Hanyue from pain and pain, and to reach the other shore early.
In the end, the small mound was only half the height of a person, and the wailing of the old and the young in Wanjun was scattered in the wind, and the three leaders looked deathly, like walking corpses.
Standing in front of Wei Hanyue's tomb, Cen Huaichou took out a roll of snow-blue fine silk from his sleeve, and the nine characters "weeping willows in front of the pavilion cherish the spring breeze" are clearly visible, which is a picture of dispelling the cold.
The last point of the word "wind" is hollow, which outlines a circle of thick ink in vain.
Wei Hanyue died the day before spring came.
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On the fifth day of February in the first year of Dingduan, Shangchan was located in Princess Minde.
The weather this spring is exceptionally abnormal. It has been raining continuously for days, and the wind is bleak, and we can never hope for a sunny day. It makes people feel as if they are in the cold winter.
Cen Huaichou took off the gorgeous and expensive emperor's uniform, and only wore the simple civilian clothes he brought from Xiaotong Village, and slowly stepped down to Danchi of Zeyun Palace.
Zhang Gong followed behind him and was responsible for sending people out of Miyagi.
The elder Zhong Changshi was wrapped in a silk jacket, and still felt the power of the spring cold like a knife. On the other hand, the young man in front of him seemed unable to feel the frightening cold, his face was so calm...almost numb.
"Your Majesty..." Zhang Gong thought about it, swallowed the address back, and said, "Changxi Marquis Mansion and Yan Mansion both received bad news this morning, Si Shizi took the opportunity, Lord Yan slayed himself..."
Cen Huaichou seemed to have never heard of it, and just dragged his steps forward mechanically.
There is a wind blowing from the long street, the sound is like a child crying at night, mixed with a little inaudible... calm music.
Cen Huaichou suddenly stopped.
"Who is..."
Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Gong already felt that something was wrong. The young master Han Yue had a new funeral, and the empress ordered Hengdu to ban music and dancing for a year, to mourn his untimely death and turn the tide.
But at this time there are people playing music in the palace, even if there is only a weak one, it is enough to teach the practitioner to die [-] times.
Zhang Gongyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "Probably the ignorant musicians of the Jiaofang Secretary are playing in private, so I will go and investigate."
There was no murderous intent on Cen Huaichou's face, only unspeakable pain, nostalgia, regret, tenderness... Intertwined on his young face, even the few strands of silver strands on his temples trembling due to extreme grief .
Yes……
It is "Huaiyin Pingchu".
The tens of thousands of palaces and palaces on all sides seemed to dissipate in an instant.
It was the unbearable scorching heat of Xiaotong Village again, the sticky wind carried the heat waves and ran wildly, and the hoarse and shriveled cicadas made endless noises. He sprinkled rice bran in the courtyard and waited for the chickens to peck at them, but he was all in the house. Wei Hanyue plucked the pipa lightly in the house—the best pipa that Cen Huaichou, a poor boy at that time, could afford.
He staggered as if he was stepping on cotton wool. After leaving the palace city, he kept walking towards Jinping Mountain.
Jinping Mountain is slightly higher than Lingji Mountain. Standing on the edge of the cliff, you can have a panoramic view of Hengdu, Li County, Wan County's prosperous square city and the clear and clean mountains and rivers. From hundreds of miles away, I saw the small tomb where Wei Hanyue died.
His brows and eyes gradually stretched, and a relieved smile appeared.
Leaping down from a cliff thousands of feet away, Cen Huaichou's body was like an arrow flying from the string, or a kite with a broken thread, disappearing between the water and the sky along with the long wind.
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