After all, who lost whom: broken glass

Chapter 7 Killing Intentions (1)
Rong Yu woke up at another midnight without moonlight.The black cloak of the man in black draped over her face, itching slightly, above her face was expressionless, sallow, with black eyes.

"You came."

The man in black stared at her face, not speaking.

Rong Yu lowered his eyebrows, and said casually: "Besides me, is there anyone else who was interested in Princess Pingliu, such as Concubine Yu?"

The pupils of the man in black shrank slightly, and at that moment Rong Yu saw his pupils, like sharp needles, and Rong Yu had to look away, but she still stubbornly reiterated: "Isn't it?"

"How do you know?" The man in black's voice was slow and hoarse, as if he had been silent for a long time.

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world, not to mention that the emperor has never obliterated Concubine Yu's existence. As long as she has the heart, she can always be found out. For example, why does she hate Mujin in Cuihuju?"

"why?"

The man in black didn't answer, he walked back and forth in the bedroom, his riding boots kicking and kicking made a messy and loud noise in the empty palace, no one came in to ask what happened, the whole Cuihu residence, the whole palace was like Is asleep.The black-robed man was like a raging beast, unscrupulous in the wilderness, he turned around and rushed out, faint and long roars came from outside the palace, raging, resentful, and endless sorrow.

Rong Yu suddenly became frightened, this is an unreasonable person, God knows what he can use to run amok in this palace, God knows where he learned so many secrets that can destroy the nine clans, God knows what he will do, kill people Or set it on fire—even if he set this Cuihuju on fire, she wouldn't be surprised.Rong Yu thought wildly, the outside became quiet, there was not a single sound, neither the sound of wind nor water, the whole Cuihu Residence seemed to be in a nightmare, no sound could come out, but the silence made people feel more creepy , thinking that time has stagnated until the end of time.

The long night ended in the faint glow of the east, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

"What did you hear last night?" Rong Yu called Zhiqin, Zhishu, Zhihua, and Zhiqi to ask in turn, and the answers were surprisingly consistent, saying that he was too tired yesterday and fell down They just fell asleep without hearing anything, Rong Yu stared fiercely into their eyes with a calm and fearless expression.Knowing the clue, Zhiqi asked Rong Yu what he heard or saw, Rong Yu looked up out of the window and said, "Perhaps the empress is reluctant, I have some handkerchiefs here, you help me go to Lanling Palace to burn them." Bar."

Zhiqi was startled, and left in response.

Rong Yu dismissed Zhihua, Zhishu and Zhiqin casually, changed their clothes, and went to Biluo Palace.

Biluo Palace, which has been entangled with Biluo for many years, is damp, dark and sees no light.Such a place was originally not suitable for collecting books, but the founder of the Daewoo Dynasty insisted on designating Biluo Palace as the Book Collection Pavilion. Ferment into a legend, or fall like dust.History is such an inaccessible thing, you think you know it, you record it, and when people open it up a few years later, the time recorded in all the words and pictures does not actually exist—the truth is always obliterated.

Rong Yu reached out to get "The Family of Liu Yi".

Not everyone can be included in the aristocratic family by Shibi. The Dayu Dynasty did not enshrine different surnames as kings. As far as Rong Yu knew, the Liu family was the only exception. Liu Yi and Liu Yan were merged into the family biography. As for Liu Luo, That depends on his good fortune.

"What do you want to know?" The voice sounded right behind her, so close that the heat of his breath brushed away her long hair.Rong Yu heard the sound of her own heartbeat at that moment, her face was pale, her nails dug into her flesh, and the sharp pain woke her up.She stood still and turned around slowly: "Prince Pingjun!"

The young man's complexion was originally pale, and there was no trace of blood in the dark library room. His description also made him look more beautiful, but the beauty came out from the pale complexion, indifferent and gloomy. An aura is formed around it, ready to come out.

Rong Yu looked at him calmly: "You want to kill me?"

The young man's eyes were clear and calm, and he could even be said to be innocent. Everything he did, even if he committed a heinous crime, was taken for granted."I thought you'd be smarter," he said.

Rong Yu smiled wryly, "I'm not a smart person, otherwise why would I enter the palace."

The boy stared at her face without speaking, and various complex emotions spread in the air.Rong Yu suddenly smiled, and said, "How did you guess that?" She didn't know that her smile was blooming like fireworks at that moment, the boy's eyebrows were raised inadvertently, and the baby blue eyes suddenly became thick, shrank, and then dyed. Come, the sky is bright and the sun is bright, and there is no trace left.He replied: "Women who live in Cuihu Residence, all of them wink at my mother, and you are not the first one. I just thought that you would be smarter than them."

"For example, Concubine Yu?"

"Concubine Yu?" The young man lowered his forehead, as if sighing.All the girls in Cuihuju have the same eyebrows, but Concubine Yu is definitely the most beautiful one. She has an exotic style when she plays the piano. It is said that Concubine Yu once played pipa with someone in Qiansefang before entering the palace. , the whole city was shocked.But something like a pipa is not allowed in the harem of the Daewoo Dynasty.Wanyi, behind Qingli's name is a stubborn and strong temper, she refuses to let go, so she has no choice, that is a person's innate fate, no one can escape.

Up to now, Zhiqi and him are the only ones who still remember this name.

Rong Yu pulled "Liu Yi's Family" out of the bookshelf, lingered on the willow characters on the spine of the book with his slender fingers, suddenly raised his head and smiled brightly, and said: "We are curious, haven't you ever thought about what your mother is like?" people?"

It's not new, there are countless people who have asked him this question, probing, curious, sarcastic, condescending, with all kinds of tone and gaze, like the soft and suspicious tentacles of a small animal, and then all of them lost their minds for no reason. No one mentioned it again, and no one knew where it was, as if it had never appeared.At first he didn't know what happened, but later, he could only remain silent.The word "mother" is the deepest mark in his life, and it condenses too complicated emotions. He loves this mother whom he has no memory of, but also hates her deeply. The shame and resentment she brings to him is far greater than other.

The woman in front of him mentioned his mother again, and asked in a flat tone, haven't you ever thought about what kind of person your mother is?

Of course he had thought about it, more than once, when he woke up from the dream, he sat on the bed in a daze, folded his hands around his knees, and buried his head.The woman in the dream had a face that he was very familiar with, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, and unparalleled beauty, but when she raised her eyebrows, she came with a heroic look, maybe it wasn't a heroic look, but a murderous look.

He didn't even know it all the time.

He has been kept a secret for so long.

He finally got the news from Cuihuju—his mother is the dead man of today's emperor.

So, why did she marry his father, because of—love?She fell in love with his father desperately and betrayed her master?He wondered bewilderedly that his father had never mentioned her—or did he hate her?he does not know.

All he knows is that his father complains of illness all the year round, rarely goes to court, and only urges him to learn literature and martial arts at home on weekdays, and teaches him to beware of all kinds of open and dark arrows... In fact, he dotes on him very much, but it is very There are few smiles, even for the only son, who will take him out to fly a kite when the weather is good... and the memory his father gave him is just a kite that goes away in the twilight.

His father, the second king of the Daewoo Dynasty with a different surname, Liu Yan, died on an autumn night in the drizzling rain.At this time, he was already seriously ill, but he was not lying on the bed. This strange man didn't seem to like to show his weakness to others. He sat under the lamp, his cold voice rustling, like the continuous sound of a piano.The young man was led by his father's confidants, and when he entered the door, he saw a pale face in the lantern, with strong eyebrows and a gentle smile.

The boy seldom saw his father's smile, so he couldn't help feeling attached to him. He leaned against his father, saw the bony hands grasping the edge of the bed, with bright red blood spots, and a look of horror on his face, but his father just smiled peacefully and waved away. , Only the father and son were left in the silent room.

"Luoer is 17 this year?"

"Yes." The boy replied cautiously.Although his father seldom reprimanded him, in his mind, his father was the person he wanted to be close to the most but could not be close to. He made him look up and respect him, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to him.

Maybe every pair of father and son is like this, or maybe, the father placed some hopes on him, but he never said it.

"I once promised your mother that no matter what, I will wait for you to become an adult." Father raised his head slightly, as if remembering something from a long time ago, with a look of joy and sadness on his face, "Finally, I have lived up to my promise." .”

"Father—" the young man yelled out in fear and bewilderment.

"Luoer, sooner or later, there will be a day. No one can accompany you forever - even if someone promises like this, in fact, it is impossible to make it, just like -" the father paused, sighed, the boy's heart moved, and he rushed He continued: "——Like my mother?" He had never spoken like this in front of his father. As soon as he spoke, his face turned pale, and then he puffed up his chest, with a trace of stubbornness between his brows.

The father was not surprised, but frowned slightly, and pondered: "Is your mother..." He looked up at the boy's face, and said with a sigh: "You are very similar to her... You probably also want to know about you About your mother, don't embarrass others, it is my ban not to mention your mother."

"Father—" the boy's expression was a little excited, "Why?"

The father stretched out his hand with difficulty to caress the boy's face, but his hand stretched halfway, and his strength was exhausted, and the pale hand slowly dropped, and the boy hurried forward to hold it.The father said: "After I die, if you still want to know about your mother, I won't stop you, but you don't ask me until I'm born." He didn't raise his voice, and he didn't mean to blame, But his complexion was pale, and he replied respectfully: "Yes."

The father smiled instead, "Don't worry, I won't make it through tonight." The boy was about to speak, but his father waved his hand to silence him, and said, "I have a few words to tell you, listen carefully, just three words : Don't mention your mother behind the Queen and the Queen Mother; no matter what, you can't kill the current emperor; if he wants to kill you..." The father smiled slightly, and said: "I'm worrying too much, he won't kill you ...Let's do this, if one day you become a supreme minister or...or...the past is over, don't get to the bottom of it."

The boy looked at his father in bewilderment, not understanding why his father told him so, but he still complied one by one.

That rainy night seemed extraordinarily long, bits and pieces of rain kept hitting the colored glass, crisp and ready to break.After the father explained the three things, he stopped talking. His eyes were particularly bright. He probably remembered the past twenty years ago. At that time, he was still young, with a fat horse and light fur, and power over the world.

Then his hand dropped silently, cold.

The pale face of the young man guarding him was as resolute as the rising sun.

The young man lowered his hand, "Madam Rong, will you solve it yourself, or let me do it?"

Rong Yu's hand moved to the lower abdomen, as if there were delicate hands and feet kicking it gently, her child should have a handsome face like Xin Yu's.She smiled sweetly and said: "Rong Yu is born to bet, so you might as well bet on the matter of life and death with Prince Ping - I bet that the king will not kill me, will the king believe it or not?"

(End of this chapter)