Qingchuan History

Chapter 5 The Past You Can Track
On the night of the fourth day of May, the Shuming Hall was brightly lit.If you look down at Jidu from the air, even some mansions outside the palace have unusual incense burning.

Ji Wanling knelt on the futon in the main hall of Shuming, and placed scrolls of freshly ink-stained Buddhist scriptures in the gilded bronze tripod with flames blazing.

"You also hand-copied many scriptures last year. In fact, you can just explain these things. You don't have to do it yourself to hurt your eyes."

Gu Xinglang was dressed in white uniform, which was simpler than the usual style. If it weren't for the dragon pattern on the clothes to show his identity, he would have looked like a handsome young man from a wealthy family. His fair and handsome face was reflected by the candlelight all over the hall. , some cloudy and sunny.

Ji Wanling continued to carefully place the scriptures in the cauldron, moving slowly.She always likes emerald green, but today's clothes are much lighter than usual. The emerald green is so pale that she almost fades beside the bright firelight.

"Brother Lei was probably the one who took care of me when he was alive. When I was a little older, he had already shouldered a heavy responsibility, going south and north." She spoke very slowly, seeming a bit deliberate,

"Recently, I have often dreamed that when I was young, he made a kite for me, taught me how to ride a horse and draw a bow, and when Chunfeng bullied me, he always protected me."

Ji Wanling has a pair of big and flickering almond eyes, which are always glowing with flowing water. If the most famous beauties in this generation of mainland have their own characteristics, then these big eyes are her symbol .

Of course, there is also the unparalleled good temperament inherited from her venerable father and the entire Ji family.

Gu Xinglang's complexion became darker under the candlelight, and it didn't quite match that handsome face that could be called delicate.

He was waiting for her to finish speaking.Throughout the year, she couldn't say a few words to him in total, and at this time last year, she said a lot to him, just like she did on her first night in the palace.

"In retrospect, I didn't do anything for him. I used to think that I would marry him, and I would always have a chance in my life." She finished playing the last scripture and watched it gradually curl up in the flames until it melted. Because of the ashes, this slowly stood up.

Xu Shi had been kneeling for too long, and she was a little reluctant to get up, and the moment she stood still, she was unsteady, and her body fell slightly.

Gu Xinglang subconsciously reached out to help, but she almost instinctively avoided it at a faster speed.

A wry smile flashed across his face, and disappeared in an instant.Ji Wanling looked at him quietly, and continued:
"I can't think of the truth in this world. It turns out that I have to do it immediately when I think about it, because I don't know if I hesitate at this moment and whether I will have a chance in the future. The story between me and him ended like this."

Gu Xinglang's heart was sour, and he wanted to say words of comfort, but he remembered every word and every word she had said this year, and suddenly felt that he had no position to speak.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, she continued to stare into his eyes, her eyes deepened, her expression was solemn and almost indifferent, "Your Majesty," she paused, looked around without a trace, then took a step closer to him, and said in a low voice:
"Xinglang, let me ask again, is it you?"

Gu Xinglang closed his eyes slightly, let out a barely audible sigh, then opened his eyes and looked directly at her, "You asked this question a few years ago. You also asked it when you first entered the palace last year. You asked it last year and today. .” He also stared at her, his gaze was like a mirror, and said word by word:

"I'll say it again, it's not me. We're from the same mother, and he's my brother."

"In front of the throne, even if you are a brother of the same mother, what can you guarantee?" Ji Wanling sighed, her eyes became sharp,

"On the third-to-last day after the Battle of Fengting Pass, Shen Ji personally led [-] light cavalry to meet him. Because it was a secret operation, no one else knew about it, but my father, elder brother and I knew it all. But the next day, News came from the front that brother Lei was ambushed and killed, and none of the soldiers who came back alive saw Shen Ji's reinforcements!"

The volume of her voice finally became louder due to emotional ups and downs, so that the last half of the sentence faintly came out through the half-hidden door of Shuming Hall.Diyan and Heng'er were waiting outside the hall, they looked at each other when they heard the noise, they knew something was wrong, but they dared not enter the hall to persuade them.

"All the time points are so coincidental. Brother Lei obviously won a great victory, but he died in Fengtingguan; Qingchuan is still stable, Qi State is still strong, and the three kingdoms of Yin, Bai, and Wei are still attached; the only change is that His Majesty was dying of illness and died. , Da Qi has changed hands, you have ascended the throne and become the new king. Gu Xinglang, how do you want me to trust you?"

"If I really want to kill my brother and seize the throne, why let you and the teacher know that Shen Ji led the troops to Fengting Pass? The teacher has always supported the third brother. If he knows that I planned all this in the future, how can he continue to support me? "

"Father has been by his side since the first king ascended the throne. He has always put the overall situation first. Brother Lei is dead. Who in this continent does not know that you are the best candidate for the king? Even if things are revealed one day, you are well-governed. As a subject, what can I do with you if I do everything for the prosperity of the country?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if all the disputes at this moment were facts.

Gu Xinglang felt sad in his heart, and finally expressed it, "Wanling, since I was five years old, your father taught me homework, and I spent more time with you than my third brother. In your heart, I am a Will you design father and brother for the throne, and even take their lives?"

Ji Wanling looked at him, 15 years had passed, he seemed to have not changed except that his stature was getting taller, his facial features were deeper than when he was a child, and he had become more imperial in recent years.

Her expression dimmed, and she said quietly:
"Xinglang, I'm not just an ignorant woman on the streets of Jidu City. When I hear what others say, I immediately believe it. I'm Ji Huan's daughter. Although I'm not as knowledgeable as Master Ji Ji, after all, I have been taught by my father for many years. I know that in this long history, there have been too many schemes for the throne, father and son turned against each other, and brothers killed each other. You sons of the royal family have been too close to the supreme power since childhood. No matter how talented you are, you will inevitably have to fight against that seat Create a desire."

Her tone became weaker, as weak as an echo in an empty palace,

"You have been good at reading since you were young, you are a fast learner, and you can hardly forget it with a photographic memory; at the age of ten, you have already shown a planning ability far superior to that of your peers. Even my grandfather said that you are the rare conspirator of the Daqi royal family in the past hundred years." Or, in terms of strategy, several of the previous monarchs are inferior to you. If Qingchuan is not good at martial arts, and brother Lei is old and really outstanding, it should be your turn to be the crown prince."

She took two steps back, keeping a distance from him, although it was only two steps, in his eyes, it was like a sea of ​​stars,
"Maybe I really know you very well. But in this matter, I doubt you after all. And year after year, this suspicion becomes more and more serious, more and more real."

"So you asked the teacher to ask for an order to enter the palace and come to my side, just to investigate the cause of third brother's death."

"I told you the day I entered the palace. You have been refusing to believe it." She looked at him with distant eyes, as if separated by a long distance,
"Father often told me that there is no flawless plan in this world. If it is really you, I will stay by your side, and one day I will find traces."

Knowing this, when she heard her say it in a cold voice again, his chest was still suffocated.

"If it's really me, what do you plan to do, kill me to avenge him?" In the ten years of childhood friendship and love, he seldom called himself "zhen" to her in private.

Ji Wanling was startled, as if she had never thought about this question before.The candles in the Shuming Hall had already burnt to the end, and as far as the eye could see, bright red, solidified tears flowed from every candlestick.After a while, he heard her whisper softly:

"You are a wise king, and may even become one of the best kings in the history of Qingchuan. I will not and cannot kill you. But I will make you sad, regretful, and regretful for life."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the palace gate. It was raining outside.Heng'er quickly stepped forward to support her, feeling her arms trembling slightly, and when she looked up, her beautiful face was also a little pale.She glanced at Di Yan, who smiled wryly and shook her head slightly.For a moment, she didn't know what else to do, so she held up her umbrella and carefully escorted Ji Wanling onto the sedan chair prepared in advance.

Ruan Xueyin was on the Yuehua Terrace, gently turning her black long tube in her hand.She didn't get up, she was still leaning on the soft bed in the most accustomed posture, her eyes fell on the sedan chair in the drizzle far away.

The Shuming Hall is not in the central circle of the imperial palace, but in a concrete sense it is in the second circle, but given the position and height of Yuehua Terrace, it is not difficult to see a sedan chair within such a distance.At least, it can be seen that the moving black dot is a chariot sedan chair, and it can also be seen that the person on the chariot is a woman in palace attire.

Of course it was Mrs. Yu.On the fourth day of May, the anniversary of the death of Prince Zhanfeng, since the first year of Jinghong, Gu Xinglang himself established the rules of burning incense and praying in the Shuming Hall.During the day, the royal family and relatives came in batches, and at night, Gu Xinglang stayed inside alone, and didn't start accompanying him until Wanling entered the palace last year.

In terms of emotion and reason, she is the only one who is qualified to accompany this driver.Ruan Xueyin glanced at the sky above her head, and the extremely thick clouds were rolling down, as if a more severe rain was about to hit.

"It's only the beginning of May, and it's like a rainstorm in midsummer. It's really strange." Yunxi stared at the clouds in the sky for a long time, then turned her head and said, "Ma'am, the stars should be invisible tonight. This servant is going to pass on the sedan chair. Let's go back."

(End of this chapter)