Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

September 12th, Su Heng's birthday. It is rumored that Chen Hou was not healed for a long time, and moved to Chashan Anle Palace in early August and was supervised by his son Su Yu. As a result, it was the day that all officials went to the Anle Palace for their birthday.

From the tenth, from the Gongqing to the palace slaves, a wad of gifts was sent to the Chashan Mountain. There were two deep ruts on the mountain road that were crushed by wheels, and I didn't know what was inside.

In fact, giving gifts to superiors is also a science. You have to send it with new ideas to see that you have spent your time, but not too new to see that you are keeping your duty. Jun Wei got a gift list by chance, and we were disappointed to find that it was basically local specialties from all over the world, but the local specialties that are not so easy to get really are both novel and not so innovative.

Only the county guard in Qi'an County didn't take the usual path and sent a Le Ji to Chen Hou. Jun Wei sighed and shook, "This Qi'an county guard is too eager for quick success and quick gain. Isn't it obvious that people are hated for being so popular?"

I thought for a long time: "Qi'an County has always been well-known among the princes for the prosperity of folk art, maybe Le Ji is their local specialty hahaha." As a result, Master Jun stepped into the door before he finished laughing and brought Here are three skin masks. According to his explanation, one is the county guard of Qi'an County, the other is the guardian of the county guard, and the other is the "local product" Le Ji...

We were going to enter the Chashan Anle Palace like this, but when I tentatively put on the human skin mask, I was surprised to find that Murong'an was reflected in the diamond mirror.

Master Jun looked at my face in the mirror for a long time, and said indifferently: "You used this face to show up at the banquet. Su Heng must leave you alone for questioning. Be smarter, find the time to let him drink your blood and see him. Huaxu tune."

I looked down at my shoes and struggled: "Is it necessary to use this look? It will definitely be tragic. It's like this in the play. Young Master Pian Pian met a graceful girl when he was young, and collected substitutes from all over the world after the girl died. Su Heng He must have thought that I was Murong An's reborn when he saw me. Then I would be taken into the harem by him as a stand-in, and maybe I would be a wife in court..."

Master Jun rubbed his forehead and interrupted me, turning his head to Jun Wei and said: "You talk to Afu, a normal man, after his woman has died for more than 20 years, he sees another woman with her. A young girl who looks alike, what would he think of first?"

Jun Wei scratched his head, and tentatively said with the thinking of a novelist: "God pity her for so many years of missing her, let her be born again and reconnect with herself?"

Master Jun looked at both of us incredulously, with a trembling mouth: "I thought the first thing I thought was whether this girl would be my own daughter..."

According to the plan, mixed into the safety officer. Master Jun is really talented in playing Qi'an County Guard. Even in front of the old acquaintances of the deity, it is like a fish in water, which greatly enhances the security of Jun Wei and me.

Before noon, Chen Hou Yu Zihua had a feast for the officials downstairs. The officials took the seat for the first time and entered the Wanshou wine one by one according to the ranks of officials.

The court lady led me behind a few sweet-scented osmanthus trees in a position where we could not peep at all. Not far away came the sound of scrambling, for a long time, the **** finally sang my name. I heard that shrill voice, "Xuan, Qi An Murongdie".

Under the gaze of all eyes, holding the piano and walking up the long green stone paved road, I thought that except for the time when he died in the country, he had never received so many people's attention in his life. The gazes of various meanings intertwined into a dense cobweb that lay before me. These people must think Murong An is very beautiful, just like I thought when I first saw her.

Suddenly there is an illusion that you are not yourself, and the next step of your foot is like the sound of bells that affect something that doesn't exist. As he approached the piano platform, he finally saw the man with his cheeks leaning on the throne. This was Su Heng twenty-three years later. Chen Guo is virtuous and black. He is still dressed in a mysterious robe. He is roughly forty years old, but his face is extremely young. His face is slightly sick, and he still can't conceal the majesty of the monarch. After the precipitation, the temperament is more indifferent and calm, which is different from when he was young.

I can describe his appearance in such detail, because the angle is just right, his eyes are on my face, obviously I have been studying it for a long time. I have never seen such a richly meaningful gaze, melancholy like a wife and red leaves, confused like a deep moonlight, leaping like a bright star, but returned to a group of silent darkness.

I played a complete piece of tune in such a gaze, and there was nothing wrong with a single note. I felt that I was really righteous. Although it was not embarrassing to pretend to be this music girl, I helped them to carry forward Qi'an's folk art again...

Everything was as Master Jun said. After the officials congratulated him, Chen Hou left the meeting very early, and soon after, I was taken to the Chang'an building by an eunuch, where Su Heng always rested. At the end of the day, Qiuyang turned white, and the man who had called me turned his back to me, wiping a sharp long sword. The **** closed the door behind him and said "squeak". He finally turned around, with the sword on my neck: "Who are you?"

According to Master Jun, the more I resemble Murong Ansuheng, the more I will feel that I am his daughter, and because of the shark beads, my blood can blend with other blood, which is also very convenient for dripping blood. Acknowledgment, if I can gain Su Heng's trust in this way, it would be easy for him to drink my blood and see his Huaxu tune.

Although I felt that this matter was a bit risky, there seemed to be no better way under Ling Ling's sword light.

I stretched out my hand and pushed the sword away a little bit and turned my head to look at him. That was Murong An's usual action, and her raised eyebrows were always the most deceptive at this time: "The master who took care of me has passed away. I told him before he died. I, I have a brother in my country, his name is Su Yu, my mother is Murong An from Fangshan Hongyelin, and my father is Su Heng from Chen Guo."

The long sword on his shoulder paused unsteadily. Everything can be matched, and he has no reason not to believe this. If Murong An had actually given birth to twins back then, according to her personality, it was entirely possible to leave her daughter to raise alone. In his shocked and almost shocked expression, I took a step closer and said softly, "Do you want to see your mother again, father."

The long sword fell to the ground with a "clang", and he looked at me for an instant, a trace of pain appeared in his pale face, and he said dumbly: "You look alike."

Huaxu tune curled up upstairs in Chang'an. This tune was so quiet that no emotion could be heard. I just didn't expect that it would be so easy to trick Su Heng into the Huaxu fantasy realm. I would have to be conquered by my own wit and composure. Mu Yan said that since I married him, I have become smarter day by day, so it's right to treat him as him.

In fact, in the past 23 years, it can be seen that Su Heng has not forgotten Murong'an, but if everything goes back to the time when Wenhou threatened him, he would really learn from his lesson and make a different choice than before. ? To be honest, I am not sure.

auzw.com In a person’s life, some pains cannot be avoided, and some pains cannot be avoided. I don't know how to define the loss of Murong An in Su Heng's heart. After 23 years of this relationship, is it more guilt or love? Or he asked me to weave this dream for him without hesitation, just want to see her again and make a break?

The blurry halo leading to the illusion appeared in front of my eyes. I was about to move with the piano in my hands. Master Jun did not know when to appear. When the reaction came, the two of them had fallen in a burning forest, and looked around. If I remember correctly, this is the red leaf forest in Fangshan, full of vitality during the day and withered silently at night.

I wanted to ask, but Master Jun first said: "It's a coincidence. I was just in time for the day Wen Hou sent someone to pick Su Heng back to Haocheng." After a pause, he said, "The day that Master was abandoned. "Following his gaze, I saw two men dressed as generals standing beside the water pool in the distance. I turned back and said, "What are you doing with me."

When I asked this question, I had guessed the answer, but I was shocked when I heard him answer it, because in my heart Master Jun has never been a good killer. The most poisonous poison he has developed in his life, the enemy looked like he had eaten it. He was successfully poisoned to death, but he was still cheated on the corpse... This is the master Jun, who has a fierce expression at this time: "I said, if he still chooses the throne this time, I will let him die without a burial place. "

Huaxu’s realm can only use vain to trap those who can’t escape the demons. This time, it only reproduces the past, making Su Heng make another choice. There is no such thing as a beautiful illusion of vain. If Su Heng chooses the throne, everything will be the same. The reality is no different. Even if you don't take him away, he will wake up sooner or later. If you want to make him unable to wake up, you can only kill him in the illusion.

I think Master Jun might still think that Su Heng would choose the throne in the subconscious. It's just like when I was martyred to the country. Even though this dead body has all kinds of inconveniences, if time comes back again, I will still jump off the high wall of the country.

Sitting on an old maple that must pass through the forest of red leaves and waiting for Su Heng, Yaoqin was placed on his lap in order to let him see at a glance, and the tone of Ding Ding Dong was dialed out. The sound of horses' hoofs galloped and stopped suddenly when they were ten feet away in front of the tree.

The handsome boy raised his head slightly and looked at me: "Master is here to stay, what else is there to order?"

I looked at him carefully, and from the face in front of me, I couldn't see the grief in the future at all. Probably everyone is like this. It was a joy to give up the picture, and I would cherish it after I lost it. I held Yaoqin on my cheeks, and shook my head after seeing enough: "I am not Murong'an, but Su Heng, do you want to hear me tell a story?"

If the Huaxu tone is rebounded in reality, things in the illusion can appear in the world, and vice versa, if the Huaxu tone is rebounded in the illusion, the things in the world can also be shown in the dream. At the last note, what happened today and later spread out in the air in the sunlight cut to pieces by the twig.

In the bright candlelight lit by the dragon and phoenix's wax, his newly married wife leaned quietly on the edge of the bed, while he sat under the window with his brows deep, holding the wine jug one by one and drinking.

On the night when he was named the son of the world, the fireworks in the night sky dissipated, and Master Jun appeared in front of him holding Su Yu who was just full-term: "She is a charm, you also know how difficult it is for a charm to have an heir. She died, this It's your child, take good care of him." And the night when I was trapped in Liqiu, the enchanting Red Butterfly fluttered out of her forehead. In his arms, she smiled carelessly: "Go back? Back? not going."

A tune of Huaxu stopped quietly. At the moment Murong'an died, Su Heng immediately frowned, his eyes darkened with darkness: "What is this...?" The hand holding the horse's rein slightly trembling.

I put away the Yaoqin: "What do you think this should be?"

He pursed his lips and stared at me firmly.

I watched him condescendingly for a long while, not knowing why, I sighed: "You guessed it, right? It's true. These things have been happening for 23 years. You think all the truth now is just my feelings. The fantasy dreams people entrusted to weave for you, although Murong An has been dead for more than 20 years, how you are meaningless to her, but the person who entrusted me wants to know what you will choose if everything is repeated... "

A cold sweat drenched on his forehead: "This is ridiculous..."

I thought for a while and said softly: "Now I tell you, you can choose again. If you choose the throne, you will return to reality and continue to be your lonely king Chen, if you choose Murong'an..."

I paused: "You can never return to reality, but Murong An, she will be waiting for you in the bamboo building where you have lived together for two years, waiting for you and her to live in Chang'an."

I lied to him. If he chooses the throne, Master Jun, hiding behind the maple tree, will kill him with a sword. But isn't that the choice? The greater the gap, the more valuable you can see.

The spring breeze in February disturbed people's sight. In the blink of an eye, the black horse had already hissed towards the depths of the forest with a whine, and the Asakusa, which showed the new buds, was left far behind.

I turned my head and showed a smile to Master Jun behind the tree: "Guess what, where did he go?" I said, picking up my fingers and plucking the strings twice, and in the blink of an eye I was outside Murong'an's bamboo building.

As a dead person without breathing, the most stress-free thing is to do voyeurism. Basically, it is impossible to be discovered. In comparison, Master Jun takes a lot of effort, but in general, he hides quickly.

Su Heng was not seen in the room. Through the opened Xuan window, he found Murong standing quietly in front of a screen. I thought she was studying the landscape on the screen, but she waited for a long time and didn't see her move even one point.

I'm not sure that the two notes that I just dialed are for us to fast forward to when. It should be after a cup of tea. If Su Heng comes back to find Murong'an, the person should almost show up. Could it be that he drove the horse? Fly but didn't come back to find her?

I looked at Master Jun inquiringly, he had no time to pay attention to me at all, his eyes fixed on Murong An. The door of the room was pushed open with a creak, and the young man’s slender fingers were placed on the door buckle. I felt a big rock suddenly fall to the ground as I stroked my chest. Murong An moved, but did not look back: "What did I say? If I leave. Don't come back, but you forgot about it in half a day?"

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