MTL - Deposed Empress General-Chapter 64 Moss

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Chapter 64: Moss marks

Murong Yan stayed in Qingquan Palace for one afternoon. It was not until he left that Wang Yunzhao sent a guardian to come out and take the left wolf out of the small door to avoid people's eyes.

Zuo Canglang is now in an awkward position, and the old part of the army in the army acknowledged her, partly because of her martial arts and humanity, but it is undeniable that there is also a large part because of her identity as Mrs. Wen. Once the relationship between her and Murong Yan has spread, I am afraid that everyone will still have ideas.

In addition, Wen Xingye of Wen House is a very serious family member. Once she learns that she and Mu Rongyan have such an uncomfortable relationship, it is not impossible to be mad at the scene. And since then, she and Wen's family will also be separated from Germany.

Not to mention Murong Yan, he has always shown affectionately. Whether it was the reason for starting the army to force the palace, or later refuting the ministers, insisting that Jiang Bilan be set as the queen is enough to prove his loyalty to love.

At present, the third house and the sixth house are all abandoned, and there is only one queen, and the story of the emperor, Dayan, is even more beautiful.

If his relationship with Zuolanglang is open, there will no doubt be a national uproar. Everything that was painstakingly managed before, but laughed generously.

Murong Yan said nothing about these interests, and Wang Yunzhao was very clear. The road chosen is the most secluded.

The left wolf was holding the horse and walking in the alley. The sun was shining on it, but it was bright and hazy. She lowered her head and walked forward, and suddenly saw Ting Wei Xia Changyou coming out of a red door in front and quietly got into the car.

Zuo Canglang is awkward, this is not Xia Changyou's mansion, how could he appear here? Still sneaking like this. He is the court captain, what else needs to be so careful?

Is it raising an outside room?

After all, she was young and still curious. When Xia Changyou left, he jumped on the wall. The plum blossoms are in full bloom in the small courtyard. A woman under the flower was sitting in a daze. She is very young and doesn't look like 13 or 14 years old. Still a child who hasn't grown up. Zuo Canglang was awkward, this person was no one else, it was the white woman who had called injustice on the long street that day.

what is it call? Binger?

Zuo Canglang was suspicious, but he did not go on. From this point of view, this person seems to have been wronged.

This Binger's hand has ten fingers, and at first glance it must be the rich lady of the rich and noble, and she never worked. Although her name is Xia Changyou as Uncle Xia, she must be familiar with Xia Chang. At that time, the wealthy wealthy who did not appear in the cabinet could meet people like Xia Changyou, indicating that the two relations must be extremely close, to the extent that his wife could not avoid it.

She said her father was not committing suicide or being murdered ...

Zuolanglang returned to Wen House and still had a lot of heart. Wen Xingye was feeding his cockfighting. When he saw her return, he said, "Yi Rong noisily told you to take him out for hunting. When did you promise the child again?"

Zuo Canglang said, "Let ’s go, right," she said suddenly, "Do you know who the adult in the North has a 13- or 4-year-old daughter, what is Binger?"

Wen Xingye said, "How can I know?" After thinking about it, he suddenly said, "Speaking of it, Wei Tongyao's family has a young daughter who is almost the same age as Yi Xuan. At the beginning, I also joked that we would be in-laws. Thinking of ... "He looks like a man, and he doesn't say any more.

The left wolf wolf moved, Wei Tongyao? If it were Wei Tongyao's daughter, it would make sense.

The Wei family and Xia Tingwei have always been close and very close. But if Wei Tongyao didn't commit suicide, how did he die? Who will murder someone who is old and dismissed?

A month ago, Fei Yan suddenly appeared in Jinyang City. When she returned, did she simply heal her injuries, or did she receive any order from Murong Yan? Suddenly she dared not think again.

At this time, Yuhouguan.

Zangge received a letter from Zang Tianqi, which stated nothing else, but he clearly told him to give up everything in Tianjia and went to Yujiaoguan to wait for the Tibetan family.

The letter was written on behalf of the Tibetan mother, but the words "Yu is old and cannot reach the power" can still see the decadence of his father. Tibetan songs are somewhat unexpected. Since being sensible, although the father in the impression is severe, he has always been proud and confident.

He made this statement inevitably faintly ominous.

But he still agreed with the idea that his father would no longer care about the Great Yan Emperor ’s dispute and was ready to take his family out of Yan.

In fact, people like him who are idle in the clouds and wild cranes are used to traveling in the mountains and waters, and they are not very interested in family affairs. If it wasn't for his father's will, he really didn't need to protect his prince to fight for any emperor. His thoughts were different from his father's obsolescence, and he had no orthodox or unorthodox ideas. I just feel that since Murong Yan took office, she has done very well. In comparison, Old Yan King is really inferior.

After receiving the letter, he returned to Yuhouguan.

Tibetans now have only old and young wives, and it is not easy to get out of customs. Even if you find a caravan, it will be a matter of months to go beyond the borders. So he has been waiting patiently.

However, after so many days, there is still no news. Tibetan song finally left the jade throat, looking for a place where the Tibetan family had temporarily lived. It was a secluded deep house. Tibetan song came to the door and was about to knock on the door, and saw that the copper ring was green and the wooden door was old.

He shuddered, pushed the door in, and saw that the birds in the cage under the porch had all died, leaving only a few scattered feathers and dry bones.

He wanted to settle down, but found that his hands were shaking. The steps seemed heavy, and his breathing was heavy and rapid in the silent courtyard.

He slowly walked towards the courtyard where the Tibetan mother usually lived. The surrounding vegetation was withered and there was a rotting corpse smell in the air.

Tibetan song carefully opened the door and walked across the moss-covered stone road to the door. He stretched out his hand several times and retracted, and finally suddenly opened the door, and saw two people fell to the floor in the room. With just a glance, Tibetan Song recognized who it was.

"Dad, mother!" He trembled, but in response to him, there was only a dull wind.

He stepped forward slowly, reaching out his hand, trying to help his mother. However, just after touching the body, the rotten water and the corpse were scattered, and the epidermis on the corpse's face was crooked and cracked, as if smiling.

"Mother." Tibetan song opened and closed her lips, so she yelled, but there was no sound. Then he suddenly gave a deafening yell, and the scream was so husky that he couldn't even hear the content. He stepped forward to raise the body of Zang Tianqi, and the corpse water and maggots touched him. The venom swelled and detached his skin, and Tibetan songs cuddled him up, and his whole body slipped loose like clothes.

Tibetan song suddenly saw nothing, he silently embraced the headless body in his arms. After the brain was filled with boiling oil, and there was noisy noise, only silence remained.

This must be a dream, it must be a dream.

He closed his eyes, and the maggots on the headless carrion in his arms slowly wriggled under his palm. He lowered the corpse gently, stepped out of the door like a puppet, and walked to other courtyards. Those corpses, one by one, have been dead for a long time.

He looked at them one by one. The entire Tibetan Sword Villa, old servants and young children, none survived.

This was not a dream, they were all dead, while he was still ignorant.

He didn't know what he was thinking, the scum was scaling in his head. He found a trowel and dug a pit in the garden. There are many corpses, but he just digs one by one. He buried them one by one in the soil.

The sand was scattered on the rotten body one by one. Those corpses that could not see the original face had crooked mouths and some opened their eyes, showing a terrifying outline. His hands were grinded with blood, and he didn't know it, just digging with shovel and shovel.

Here, he is the only one left.

It was dark and bright. He didn't eat or drink, but buried the bodies mechanically. In the end, he put Zang Tianqi and Mrs. Zang's corpse in the same mud pit, and then sat alone beside them, staring blankly at the sky.

That night, Yuhouguan, which had not rained for three months, had its first rain. The winter rain does not come quickly, but the rain is extremely cold. He picked up his clothes and covered the two bodies around him. The rain rolled down from his forehead and drowned the tears.

He sat like this until the rain stopped, then got up, picked up the shovel, and filled the pit. The dirt and mud covered the last corner of the dress. Someone suddenly smiled and shouted, "Son, come here." He turned back young, and hobbled in the warm eyes of his parents. Leaving him as an adult, tears shed in the cold rainy night.

It was gradually getting brighter, and Tibetan song sat for a long time in front of a grave, and then he slowly got up and left this desolate building.

He descended the mountain and walked to the street again. A beautiful man who was originally as rich as a jade suddenly had blood red eyes and sunken eye sockets, like a skeleton possessed by a dead soul. Pedestrians avoided the road, his clothes were covered with dust, and his long hair was tangled. The weird corpse stinks away, but everyone passing by detours.

Tibetan song just went forward, his heart was empty, there was only one place, he had to go.

Not long after Leng Feiyan returned to Yuhouguan, she was trimming her flowers. She hummed the song and cut off all the branches and leaves. She was cutting it cheerfully. Suddenly someone outside pushed in. She turned her head and saw the Tibetan song of bone-shaped pins. At that time he was so terrible, like a returning soul.

"You ... Tibetan songs?" Leng Feiyan stood up and stepped forward to support him. The smell on him was nasty. But she knew where he came from almost instantly. She had seen it after the accident at the Tibetan Sword Villa. It's not that she didn't think about dealing with the aftermath, but it was meaningless to her.

How to resolve the hatred of the father and the hatred of the door?

She said, "What happened to you? How did you become like this?"

Tibetan song said nothing, but suddenly hugged her. With both hands, he seemed to be anxious to rub her into the blood of his body. Leng Feiyan had originally disliked the smell on his body and wanted to push him away. But I didn't know why, so I let go of my hand slowly.

She let him hug, even if the terrible smell slowly contaminated her. She raised her hand and slowly hugged him. A person who has never had a loved one does not know how to lose a loved one.

I just know you're sad, Tibetan songs. If such a hug can give you a moment of relief, then just like the temperature, pretending to be old?

"Would you like to take a bath first?" Leng Feiyan said quietly, as time didn't know how long had passed. The Tibetan song was blank, and he seemed to be unable to hear her at all. He just hugs her like this if he clenches the last straw for help.

Leng Feiyan patted his back gently, and said softly, "I'll give you some hot water, good."

Tibetan song did not let go, she said, "You hurt me."

His hand was finally released, and Leng Feiyan mixed some hot water into the wrong wooden barrel and said, "Quick wash, your body is dirty."

Seeing Tibetan songs still standing still, his eyes were straight. She pushed him over, took off his clothes, and dragged him halfway into the tub.

The hot water drowned him slowly, and Leng Feiyan combed his knotted hair and slowly rubbed away the dirt from his body. He turned his head, held her hand, and finally said, "Yan Yan." His voice was also hoarse, like an old bellows.

"Huh?" Leng Fei didn't lift her head, rubbing his back with a towel made of loofah. In the misty water, Tibetan song finally said, "My father and mother ... and everyone in the Tibetan Sword Villa, they are all dead."

"Ah?" Leng Feiyan paused for a moment, with a surprised expression: "How can this be?"

Tibetan song said: "He had planned to retreat, he just wanted to leave Dayan with his relatives, but that person killed him."

Leng Feiyan was silent and said slowly, "Who?"

Tibetan song held the edge of the tub, and the back of his hand burst into blue, saying, "Murong Yan, I want him to pay for his blood!"

Leng Feiyan held the water and washed his hair, and said, "When is the Tibetan song, when will the grievances be reported? Besides, now that you have only one person, he is the king of Yan of Dayan. How do you fight him?" His face said, "Leave Dayan, this is what your father wants, right?"

Tibetan song took her hand, his eyes looked like a sleepy beast. He said, "All the people I love are resting in this land and restless. How can I go away?"

Leng Feiyan helped him up, put on the fresh water again, and said, "You are tired, don't think about it so much."

When he was clean, Leng Feiyan fetched clothes for him. Tibetan song barely has a human figure again, but between the eyebrows, there is no longer the handsome and carefree teenager.

Leng Feiyan applied medicine to his hands and made a bowl of hot soup. In the case of Tibetan songs, she didn't take it to heart. As it has been settled today, the old Yan King was stunned by a lonely bamboo. For a while, he will never think of returning to Yan. Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he returns, there are very few old court officials left in Dayan Chaotang.

He has an honorable title, what's the use?

Not to mention the abolition of the prince, he only relied on the old Wei of King Yan. Now there are thousands of soldiers with disabilities around, and no money or money, how much more effort to turn around?

Tibetan song is only a river and lake person, now Tibet sword mountain village collapses, Duanmu family rises. His former friend, I am afraid, has already gone tea. Mu Rongyan's side, although not a master like clouds, is also very guarded. What can you do with a Tibetan song?

She couldn't help it anyway, she simply wouldn't advise it.

Tibetan song drank a bowl of hot porridge, Leng Feiyan said, "You sleep well, okay? You see your eyes are red."

Zangge held her hand and said, "Be with me."

Leng Feiyan nodded and propped him up on the couch, not knowing why, he had always been a little tender in his cold heart. Even at this moment, he was still willing to return. Come back to her. Is this just family?

Even if the blood bleeds all the way, the soul and soul will die, the last bit of thoughts will come to you?

She lay beside Tibetan song and pulled the quilt over to cover it. Tibetan song hugged her sideways, hugging his face against her back, like a child seeking warmth. Leng Feiyan didn't move. He closed his eyes and soon made a slight snoring noise. He is too tired.

Leng Feiyan covered his hands clasped around his waist, his skin was ground with a shovel, and the scar was shocking. She slowly rubbed his hands, and under those hands, the sword wound left by Zang Tianqi had just healed.

Early the next morning, Tibetan songs were dressed and ready to go out. Leng Feiyan got up and asked, "Where are you going? Are you going back to Jinyang?"

Tibetan song said, "No, you go to bed first. I'll be back in a little while."

Leng Feiyan was still a little uneasy, chasing outside the courtyard: "What the **** are you going to do?"

Tibetan song slowly said, "I go to collect jade, we always need to live."

Leng Feiyan was relieved. Although jade mining was dangerous, it was nothing like Tibetan songs. She nodded, helped him sort his clothes, and said, "Don't go too long, I'll wait for you to come back."

Tibetan song nodded.

He really did go to jade mining, jade throat pass is rich in jade, and veins can be seen in many places. But the best jade is under the glacier east of the mountains and rivers. These seed jade roll down from the mountain, and after thousands of years of erosion by the river, the jade is delicate and extremely moist. Although it can only be selected by the lungs, once it is found to be in excellent condition, it is of great value.

Now that it has entered winter, no one under the glacier can dive to collect jade. The water is too cold. Even in the hot season, countless people die in the water, let alone now.

Tibetan songs are chosen to be launched in this season. The deeper the place, the better the chance of picking up good jade. There are many people who usually pick jade here.

He was outside for half a month, and the whole person was thinner and quieter. In the past, family members who talked and laughed in the past could not say a few words all day long. Leng Feiyan still felt a little distressed and said, "Don't do this, how much can the two of us spend? The river is cold and deep, so few people pick jade in this season. You are still under the river!"

Tibetan song said: "In the past ... I always thought I would marry you into the door and give you Jinyiyu food, and my life was stable. Now ... I realized that I have really treated you badly." He took her hand and said, " Yan Yan, I really want to kiss the king's eyes and cover him for a long time. It is my luck to meet you in this life. "

Leng Feiyan said, "I am following you, in order to show you that silver in the Tibetan sword villa? You stay at home in peace, better than anything." Then secretly thought that he had also played with him for so long, It's not wrong to give him some money.

Tibetan song said, "No, it's not what you want, but what I want to give you." He held Leng Feiyan's hand and said, "Look at your hands, I have always wanted to raise them like ladies. Thin and smooth. But now, not only do you have to run with me, you have to work alone. "

Leng Feiyan sighed, I am afraid that I will not be able to raise my hands in this life.

The next day, Tibetan songs went out again. He exchanged all the jade he had picked for silver. After all, he was a family son. He knew very well the value of these things.

Such a month passed, and by December, there were actually three or four thousand two thousand. At the time of Dayan, three or four thousand two thousand was already a very expensive number. He replaced most of the money with silver tickets, handed them to Leng Feiyan with cash, and said, "Take the money first."

Leng Feiyan didn't care. He took the silver and silver tickets, put them away, and said, "Don't go out, you can't stay in peace for a few days? It's Chinese New Year."

Tibetan song said, "I won't live with you on New Year's Eve."

Leng Fei was dissatisfied: "You have to go out?"

Tibetan song said, "Well."

Leng Feiyan grabbed the corner of his sleeve and said, "Just a few days away? Look at you. How many times have you been back since the jade throat was closed? Now ... Now people are back and staying at home again A few days? You didn't know I would miss you! "

The Tibetan song was silent for a long time and said, "I know."

Leng Feiyan slowly buried his face in his arms and said, "Hang Tibetan songs, don't go out. Stay with me."

Zangge touched her head, took out some jade from her bag, and said, "You need to keep these jade materials first. I have marked the prices. If ... if someone asks you later, you will be short of money. If you do, sell it at these prices. Usually you have to keep it close. You do n’t have a memory and you often forget everything. ”

Leng Feiyan was impatient and said, "Okay, I don't like these. What do you say is different from stone at home? I hate it."

Tibetan song said, "I'm gone."

Leng Feiyan asked, "When are you coming back this time?"

As soon as the words fell, Tibetan songs had already gone out. He stepped out of the small courtyard and turned back to cover the courtyard. Leng Feiyan chased out, only to see his thin back. She had to say aloud, "You'll be back soon! Will Lantern Festival always be home?"

Tibetan songs did not look back.

The people behind stood in the old garden under the porch and asked when you would return. He squeezed his lips tightly, his feet moved forward firmly, but his eyes filled with tears slowly. The road ahead is nowhere to go. How can people leave?

So he left his Yan Yan behind the humble and warm courtyard behind him, in those few but precious years.

Zuo Canglang thought he would come back during the Lantern Festival and hummed the song to prepare a few side dishes. However, New Year's Eve passed and the Lantern Festival passed. Until spring came in March, he never returned.

Gradually, she did not return.

The flowers and plants are not trimmed, the stone steps are covered with moss marks, and the seed jade piled in the corner of the house, one by one, are all attached to the dust.