Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Since the arrival of Luo Xu and Qi He, Luo Qi, who is You Yan's son and proton, has not shown up for a whole afternoon.

They were picked up by Wei Qingxuan, arranged a temporary residence, and then repaired in the house. They didn't get together until the banquet started at night.

Originally, Chu Shou planned to hold a banquet at noon and return to Beijing quickly.
Zhan Yingshao stopped Chu Shou, but refused to let her hold a banquet at noon. He muttered about being unruly, gave Chu Shou a few more cups of Qingzhou specialty tea, and dragged her to gossip about this adult and that adult. .

Zhan Yingshao and Qi He were deadly enemies when they were young, and they had confronted each other many times because of Ming Qi and You Yan, but You Yan was a subordinate state of Ming Qi, relying on the momentum of the country behind him, Zhan Yingshao often ridiculed This old rival.

Chu Shou was tired of coping, and asked Zhan Yingshao, why was he so nervous?

Zhan Yingshao nodded awkwardly, pretending nothing happened, thinking in her heart that she was indeed a little nervous to see this old friend.

Song Yanqing and others from the Metropolitan Procuratorate were not idle, and they grabbed Wei Qingxuan to collect evidence of his crime.

Wei Qingxuan is miserable, not only has to host the banquet to welcome the envoy You Yan, but also cooperates with the Metropolitan Procuratorate to investigate and deal with him.

At the beginning of the banquet, there was melodious music, which is unique to Qingzhou. It resembles the sound of insects and birds. It is like being in the green mountains and forests. It is fresh and refined, refreshing.

Listening to the music over there, Chu Shou couldn't help speeding up her pace. She was sleepy lately, and Master Zhan Yingshao and Mrs. Zhan were pulling and talking, and she was tired of listening.

But it doesn't matter if you oversleep. You Yan has been doing evil in his own territory recently because of the copper mine. His majesty didn't know how to think about it. Friendship is just a dependent country. When you took You Yan back in the past, did you think about this kind of friendship?
First the assassins in the palace, and then the Qingzhou Copper Mine. They endured the two incidents. It was really not His Majesty's style. He was afraid that he might be caught by something, so he gave in so kindly.

Thinking of this, Chu Shou walked slowly again, listening to Zhan Yingshao nagging about the etiquette all afternoon, and being late as Princess Mingqi, um, it really is too polite...

Go straight along the road and pass a small pond, which is hard to see in autumn.

The pond is surrounded by lotus leaves and lotus flowers, one after another, covering the pond. Occasionally, the breeze will pass by, blowing through the ripples, lifting the coat made of lotus, and asking the moonlight to peek at the green shadows in the pond before giving up.

It's really a beautiful scenery, but Chu Shou doesn't think so. When the wind blows, it's so fucking fragrant, like raising his head and drinking a bottle of lotus water for shampoo, filling his nasal cavity, screaming crazily.

He was turning a corner, but he collided with something.

"Yo?"

Chu Shou let out a soft cry, covered his forehead with his hands, and looked up, but it was that familiar face.

Song Yanqing looked different today than usual. It turned out that although his posture was a little more lazy, he was full of vitality, with a natural arrogance in his eyes, as if a cold and lonely look that looked down on all living beings was described in a script.

But now... with his head slightly lowered, he walked on the road with a nod, his face was full of preoccupations, with inexplicable sadness and helplessness, and his figure shrunk a bit.

When he collided with Chu Shou, he also turned his head sideways as if in a daze, thinking that he was going to pass by, but Chu Shou raised his hand to stop him, puzzled, and said, "Where are you going? The banquet is about to begin." gone."

Song Yanqing let her stop her, and without saying another word, Chu Shou quietly raised his fingers to count—August and a half.

It was the day when his elder brother was greeted by the Wu Clan, so it was a coincidence.

Originally, there was only one heavenly official, but his elder brother died once in his lifetime.

At that time, Song Yi was only seventeen years old, and the disaster that his younger brother could not avoid was the glory of the whole city.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and vowed not to let his younger brother suffer such a disaster for nothing, so he made an agreement with his family to replace the Heavenly Official, and then went into exile.

Song Yi drank a glass of poisoned wine, and the Song family held a funeral.

Red silk is hung high up and down the whole house, and spells in yellow paper and red letters are pasted everywhere, big and small, attached to the walls, windows, and doors, and a copper basin the size of a palm in nine steps. A string of black slender bells hung on the left and right sides of the corridor, shaped like burnt fingers. When the wind blows, they collide with each other and make a muffled sound. With the wind, the bells surround the entire mansion.

The mourning hall has already been set up, and the mourning flags are hung layer upon layer, which is particularly eye-catching in the red mansion. There is a coffin in front of the hall, and there is nothing inside except for a jade pillow.

Almost all the people in the city came, the houses were full of people, both men and women were wearing plain clothes, taking off their hairpins, clutching red cloth strips in their hands, and kneeling very piously.

The weather was gloomy, dark clouds covered half of the sky, and with the intermittent spells of the wizard in the mourning hall, the wind and sand were getting bigger and bigger. No one dared to look up at the scene in the mourning hall. They just closed their eyes and clenched the red cloth in their hands, enduring it.

This is joy and mourning, and it is also the day when God has suffered so much and returned to heaven. No one dares to cry, because they are afraid that the blessings bestowed by God will be polluted, and the future will not be safe and smooth.

The messenger of the witch tribe had chosen the blessing of God long ago. In the depths of the forest in the north of the city, the coffin was closed with a click, and everyone kowtowed in unison as if they had heard an oracle. With blessings and his own expectations for the future, the messenger set fire to the funeral banner, the flames jumped up, and the ashes flew behind the coffin, like a rebirth from the ashes, and the phoenix nirvana.

At this point, everyone got up, and they had to rush back home before the fire burned out, tie the cloth strips in their hands to the highest point, and then close the doors and windows tightly, waiting for the arrival of the next day.

When the funeral flags are burned out, it is time to carry the coffin into the forest.

Song's father and Song's mother handed over the task of tying the red cloth strips to Yao'er. At that time, 14-year-old Song Yanqing stepped into a pavilion built by his family on a high rockery for the first time. There was a tree not far from the pavilion. The wanton branches spread to the side of the pavilion and took root towards the gap at the bottom of the pavilion, as if to support the entire pavilion.

The mourning flags were burned out, the dark clouds covered the sun, and the entire Cangjia City was shrouded in black air pressure. It was as silent as midnight in an instant.

Song's mother was anxious to go up to meet Song Yanqing, but was stopped by Song's father, "This child is stubborn, let him be, he can bear it."

"I've never seen that kind of scene. The sky on the north side of the city seems to have been dug a hole, and the light is pouring down."

Song Yan leaned against the fence of the pavilion, stretched out his hand and gently reached for the pond lotus beside him, speaking as if no one else was there, as if he really fell into memory.

"As soon as the light appeared over there, four or five black crows fell from nowhere, and fell straight in front of me. I knelt and couldn't get up, and I couldn't move. If the red cloth is worn, the heavenly officials will bless hundreds of families, and the crows will fall under the red cloth, which means that the blessing is too deep to bear."

Chu Shou sat across from him, with one foot on the stool, propped on his knee, his head on the back of his hand, and he tilted his head to listen to Wu Zhi's soft voice, "Why did you follow?"

After hearing this, Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, withdrew his hand, and slowly put it on the backrest, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's too clumsy. Although the workmanship is fine and realistic, it is not difficult to see that the crow is fake, and the feathers are covered with extremely fine stitches. Heh... I should really thank myself for not knowing which tendon was wrong to make the crow picked it up..."

"Thank you? If you can't find out, wouldn't there be no such things after that? Sometimes the truth is much crueler."

"Yeah... Later, I secretly followed them to the north of the city, into the woods, they didn't put the coffin into the ground at all, but carried it to the north and went all the way to Younan..."

As Wu Zhi spoke, he stared straight at Chu Shou. It was the first time that Chu Shou saw this minor illness constantly. The eyes of the seriously ill young man became a little angry, but not numb, even though the eyes he looked at were not friendly. , even a little bit of resentment, and even a killing intent...

He would do this sometimes, maybe even Song Yanqing himself didn't expect that his hatred for the Wu Clan was far more than he imagined.

Chu Shou thought about it carefully, this look is not unfamiliar, I saw it for the first time two or three years ago, but not only was he not killed, but he was also knocked down by himself
Song Yanqing was startled, turned his eyes, and immediately returned to his listless look, and moved his eyes to other places, leaving a cold profile.

The moonlight slid down through the raised eaves of the pavilion, illuminating the silhouette of the young man's face. Not far away, singing and dancing, singing and playing, the sound scattered in the evening sky, appearing as lonely as light and shadow.

"Later, my elder brother was sacrificed to Concubine Rong, the goddess of the Witch clan whose life was hanging by a thread in Kyoto. She took my brother's heart and soul, but it was useless. Only then did the Witch clan realize that it was my elder brother who went for you."

When they were in Hanyuan, the two had whispered about this matter, but it was just a detail, not so detailed, Chu Shou didn't know how to address Song Yi, so he followed Song Yan and called him brother.

Song Yanqing turned his head and raised his eyes. His dark eyes were like stars in the sky, firm and eternal, and he said in a deep voice: "Afterwards, the endless escape began..."

"If brother is still alive, Ah Zhi, what do you want to say to him?"

Chu Shou met Song Yanqing's gaze without hesitation, and was also extremely firm. Song Yanqing's eyes flickered, he smiled slightly, fell into deep thought, and then said:
"I want to ask him... why did he lie to me and become a fairy for me?"

It was a bit difficult for Song Yanqing to open his mouth. If he hadn't gone to Younan with him, he would have thought like the people in that city that his elder brother would become a god in the sky and would bless him from illness—at least that's what his elder brother promised himself.

Elder brother is upright and upright, he can let it go, there is only one thing, he has righteousness in his heart, there is no doubt about it, he has done good deeds all the year round, never cares about gains and losses, and there is only one thing, the people who have received aid should go Chengnan Temple, ask for a peace talisman for him who has been weak since he was a child...

When the elder brother was still there, the spring was getting thicker, and there were many pilgrims in the temple in the south of the city. They all stepped through the threshold, and they all prayed for the frail younger brother of the eldest son of Song Dynasty.

At that time, Song Yanqing was lying in front of the window, watching Song Yi personally hang the peace talismans on the branches one by one, the flowers were not yet blooming, but the tree was full of fire, Song Yanqing was reluctantly happy, his heart became happy, and felt With the protection of the gods, I have the energy to drink medicine.

The journey to Younan is difficult, and it is also difficult for a family of three, and it is even more difficult for the elder brother.

My elder brother often said that he was not a god, but Song Yanqing believed it. At that time, Song Yanqing told himself to live and recover from his illness every day with trepidation. Their family never thought of giving up on such a long journey. There was no turning back, so I could only follow the group of people closely and watch them every day.

but……

Elder brother is probably really a god, otherwise how could he come back to life after drinking poisoned wine?

Every night in the middle of the night, the coffin that was hastily parked on the ground always makes noises, like being kicked, or being scratched by nails, and even the cracks... from time to time, blood oozes out, but it is silent during the day. The sound was the loudest in the first few nights. Every night, the coffin bearers would paste talisman paper on the blood seeping place, suppressing it secretly. In the second half of the road to Younan, there was almost no sound in the coffin .

The elder brother is probably not a god, but he can die and live again, live and die again, can cross the crowd but not himself...is he still called a god?

No, maybe not at all.

It was August and a half of another year, and Song Yanqing looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, wondering which one was the elder brother who wholeheartedly protected and loved him.

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The banquet was about to begin, and several people were busy, so that when Wei Qingxuan brought You Yanli official Qi He to the scene, there was no serious person in the seat.

There were two people standing in front of a dark corridor behind the banquet, one tall and one short, but they looked similar.

"My mother often thinks about my brother, and sometimes I can't sleep at night, so I come to ask my brother about his health."

Luo Qi smiled contemptuously. He is such a respectful brother and friend. Do you want him to pretend to be a loving mother and a filial son?

With her thin lips parted slightly, she casually asked, "Ankang, is mother safe?"

Luo Xu lowered his eyes and smiled, and replied: "My mother occasionally suffers from a headache, and with my younger brother by my side, I will definitely take care of my father and mother. My elder brother is far away in a foreign land, so I don't have to worry about it."

Then the conversation changed:
"However... Father is very dissatisfied with elder brother this time, and this time he came here to let the younger brother take over the dark spy network of elder brother."

Luo Qi turned his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "What? This year is your turn to be You Yan's proton?"

Luo Xu paused, covered his mouth and stood up giggling, waving his hands.

"I was just joking, why did my brother take it seriously? My father asked me to come, just to see who the big man who is cooperating with my brother is... to see if we, You Yan, have enough bargaining chips in our hands, my brother said to me Yes, I can go back to my life."

Luo Qi got up, stood facing him, and said solemnly: "He doesn't think that he can turn the world upside down if he gets some copper mines? Heh, it's still early."

After that, he passed by Luo Xu and walked towards the back. Luo Xu turned around, with a smile on his face, looked at his brother's back and said: "Aside from the one in my brother's hand, there are mother and Are you brother?"

Luo Qi paused, clenched his fists hidden in his robe, his face became serious, he raised his eyes to see the dim night ahead, settled his mind, and walked straight forward without paying attention to the person behind him up.