【Xianze】The bright moon never shines

The life of being the second prince of the Qing Dynasty officially began at the moment when he was pushed off the frozen lake, but at the same time, the life of Li Chengze also ended.

Li Chengze didn't think about his future when he was young. Being a prince seems to have many choices, but because he was too timid, he was really timid in the past, just like a rabbit, he was afraid of anything, he was spoiled Afraid of cold, heat and thunder, extremely afraid of pain and not seeing blood.

It's because Emperor Qing beat him so many times, every time he made him a little bit promising, and in the future he had to plan for the country of Qing, even when he was in a hurry, he said in private that the crown prince was a vacant position, and that in the future, he would It is still unknown who made such hot words.

But Li Chengze's left ear went in and his right ear went out, and sometimes his ears didn't go in, he just nodded and turned around and forgot, he was still a little one reading a book with Concubine Shu, quiet and not as lively as he used to be in the future, With this posture, either a generation of civil servants or a generation of literary giants.

I still remember that on a cold day in April and September, Xiao Chengze cheerfully gnawed on the book word by word. The fire in Concubine Shu's room was very hot, his little face was white and tender, and was smoked by the fire The red ones are really cute, even Concubine Shu, who is stuck in a book like this, feels happy at a glance, and reaches out to pass him two grapes, Concubine Shu's rare maternal instinct makes Xiao Chengze Startled, he took it vaguely, and took a bite cautiously.

Um!So sweet!

Li Chengze still clearly remembered what the book was about. It seemed to be a military book, and there were many short stories about generals in it. The sun was bright and not warm. He looked at the sun, thinking that he and the prince had made an appointment to go to the garden to make a little snowman, so he knelt down and went out.

He met Li Chengqian not far from the Imperial Garden. Li Chengqian had never been as smiling as he was, and a child who was only a few years old after his face was tempered by frost was cold and smooth, but Li Chengze didn't take it to heart and still talked as usual. At that time, he had such a temperament, simple and not too brainy, he would treat whoever was nice to him, and whoever he thought was nice would be nice to that person.

But it all came to an end that day.

The water was too cold, it hurt like a needle piercing the bone, it went deep into the bone marrow, and the hot blood flowed, forcibly dismantling the person inch by inch. He wanted to call for help, but he forcibly took a sip of water, which entered his lungs and blocked his throat. Directly leading people to fall down, he felt that he was about to die.

But he was rescued, and when he opened his eyes, Emperor Qing had a sad and worried expression on his face.

"Are you better? The prince came to see you just now, and I sent you back. You need to rest now."

Li Chengze wanted to get up, but he was pressed down by Emperor Qing with a fatherly face. He asked him to lie down and rest in a soft and kind tone, asked him what he wanted to eat and drink, and arranged for the attendant next to him to arrange all the ginseng and so on. .

It really looks like an old father who loves the calf.

Emperor Qing was still in that disheveled, idle and lazy attire. He stood up and sighed, asking him in his usual tone, as if he was confused or asking for advice.

"When you were by the lake, there were only you and your brother. What's the accident?"

Li Chengze looked at him, the emperor above ten thousand people couldn't see very clearly with the light behind his back, there was a layer of fuzzy gold border, so he felt that the room was still too cold.

Li Chengze shook his head, Emperor Qing nodded in satisfaction.

"That's where the prince was careless. Let him be punished for a month."

Lovingly leaned over and touched Li Chengze's forehead, Emperor Qing turned and walked out, leaving the last sentence vague as if he was talking to himself, but Li Chengze knew that Emperor Qing had said it specially for him.

"If you have such a lazy mind, don't seek to make progress, and are willing to be fish and meat for knives, not to mention losing the face of the Qing Kingdom, it will be difficult to survive in the future."

This time Li Chengze heard it in his heart and remembered it clearly.

Thanks to Li Chengqian, who just sobered up for a moment before Li Chengqian left, and listened to a few words, so he was not moved right now.

Li Chengqian was honest, he directly said that his father-in-law told him how bad Li Chengze was, and he couldn't hold back for a moment.

Emperor Qing was very angry and annoyed, but he only scolded the prince for being too confused.

But Li Chengze closed his eyes but almost burst into tears. He was innocent but not stupid at the beginning, he clearly understood that this incident could only be regarded as an accident.

Some people are destined to be the stepping stones of a great cause. He originally thought that he was a hero or a good general, but he didn't expect that blood and blood can also be used to sharpen a knife.

But he was not reconciled, he was originally a prince of Tianhuang nobles, how could he be willing to spend his whole life as a whetstone.

He couldn't swallow this breath, since then he was pushed to the cusp and had no choice but to struggle willingly, even if it was death, he would be backed, not to mention there were still opportunities.

But Li Chengze still thinks too simply. He is proud and scheming. His killing and decisiveness is full of the style of the heavenly family. He walks through mountains and rivers all the way. It seems that the future is bright. Even the princess and the inner treasury are his allies. , But Na once thought that this road would never see the light, just because he was born innocent but not innocent, all kinds of monsters plotted all the way, he was choked by the throat and fell to the ground fiercely.

It wasn't until the end that he figured out that since he was treated as a chess piece, no matter how powerful he was, he would never have the chance to control the chessboard. Since Fan Xian appeared, he had made a wrong step, and it was impossible to recover from the gradual collapse.

Even if such a life is over, it is exhausted and scribbled.

The last person Li Chengze looked at was Fan Xian, the young master Fan was now a man of fame and wealth, with a jade crown and hair, he looked neat and tidy, but he was still such a young man.

Li Chengze sat upright as much as possible, and changed into a crescent-white robe with delicate water ripples on the bottom, making him look clean and pure. It was also the first time he had put on his shoes, adjusted his cuffs, and sat upright. His posture was as meticulous and royal as Li Chengqian's in the past. Everyone thought he couldn't learn etiquette, but he clearly pretended to be ignorant.

Fan Xian watched Li Chengze's movements. The second prince's fingers never touched the spring water. He was fair and slender, with protruding and thin finger bones and looked tough. When he lifted the white jade wine cup, it was three points brighter than the cup wall. It really makes people forget to return at a glance.

The first time I saw Li Chengze, it was in the pavilion after the poetry meeting. The green water and blue waves reflected the spring scenery. This man did not lose any scenery. At that time, Fan Xian knew that Li Chengze was good-looking, not to mention that he was better than Emperor Qing than Li Chengqian. Even more attractive than Lin Wan'er.

But now she is even more beautiful, her eyes are red when she is drunk, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she is smiling. She is obviously not to be played with, but she also has a romantic look, which only makes people dare not get close but wants to be contaminated and play with.

"Come on, let me respect Mrs. Fan. With this cup, I wish Mrs. Fan Xiuxiu magnanimity. In the future, there will be no one like me to trip you up."

Then, without waiting for Fan Xian to say anything, he drank it all in one gulp, very hearty, stood up while supporting the table, walked to the window lattice and looked at the bright sunlight half-closed his beautiful eyes.

"I'm afraid it's the last sight of such a fine weather."

Fan Xian turned around and looked at him. The person in front of the window was submerged in the sunlight, surrounded by dust clearly, and his exquisite and translucent appearance fell into the fireworks.

Forcibly enduring the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, Li Chengze turned around against the light and looked at him.

"Fan Xian, when I didn't know the truth about Niulan Street, I threw so many olive branches, but why didn't you choose me?"

Fan Xian gently helped the cup, stood up and looked at him.

"Second prince, you are very scheming. Although you pretend to be good, but I cherish your life and be more careful. If you find out in the future, you will not dare."

"Well, that's right, that's what smart people say about me."

Li Chengze raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, stained with blood on his cuff, lost his tidiness, and finally bent over with some discomfort, looking messy.

"But your poem is really good. I really like it. You can memorize it by heart. The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"As long as you like it."

"I like it, why don't I like it?"

Li Chengze finally moved his eyes away, stopped looking at him, and suddenly lost all his strength and sat down on the ground. Under the shadow, uncontrollable blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Fan Xian watched the tiny light in his eyes go out inch by inch.

The always proud second prince finally lowered his head dejectedly, suppressed all the sourness in his eyes, the curtain was over whether he was willing or not, and there shouldn't be any worries anymore, but Li Chengze still felt uncomfortable.

His life is too long, he has lived for more than 20 years. It is sad that except Xie Bi'an, he has no sincerity, and no one actively chooses him. He is an abandoned cat, and he can't get drunk. Live like a wolf yourself.

But he was still afraid of pain.It was too painful right now, and the pain surging from his internal organs made him unable to hold back at the end, and fell to the ground shamelessly, shrinking into a ball carefully, and his whole body was as cold as falling into a frozen lake.

"Who doesn't like good things? I like it too, but I can't get it. Maybe I don't deserve it, but I like it anyway."

"It's all true, it's all true..."

From the very beginning, Fan Xian had come to watch Li Chengze commit suicide. He knew that there was poison in that glass of wine, but he still watched him drink it.

Now that things are at the end of the road, there is really no way to have both. Sending him back can be regarded as the achievement of the lonely courage that he has exhausted in his life. It is not perfect but complete.

But upon hearing these words, Fan Xian suddenly became anxious, as if shocked, and wanted to ask him what he really liked, the throne?Is this thing really that good?What's so good about it?Is it more important than life?

A vague thought came to his head, and he couldn't believe that the second prince, who was selfish to a certain extent, would have other thoughts.

After a few steps, he walked up to Li Chengze and picked him up from the ground. Fan Xian looked at the blood-stained white face, beautiful and pitiful.

At that moment, Li Chengze grasped his fingers like a flash of light, as if he had exhausted all his strength in his life.

"When I was nine years old, I read a book and wanted to be a general. If there is an afterlife, I would like to gallop on the battlefield and not listen to your poems."

Fan Xian moved his lips and couldn't speak, his mind went blank and he couldn't ask anything, and Li Chengze seemed to have finally exhausted everything, he let go of the strength in his hands, and knocked his eyes overwhelmed.

He just went there quietly, his warm body cooling inch by inch in Fan Xian's arms, and when the sun set, the dizziness spread all over the room, covering the two of them very warmly.

I wanted to smooth his frowning brows with gentle fingers, but I still couldn't get back a gentle smiling face. Li Chengze's walking was not comfortable, and he was in such pain until his death.

Putting the man on the ground, Fan Xian got up and took off his outer robe and covered him with his body. His legs and feet were a little numb and he staggered out the door. He was awakened by the singing of birds outside the door.

In this life, I have focused on the wilderness and hills, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but I have also been nostalgic for pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the hustle and bustle of the city.

Such a beautiful person, standing upright like a green pine and vivid like a flower, he claims to be romantic, so how could he not take a second look.

Fan Xian reported to Emperor Qing that the second prince had committed suicide, but the cold-blooded father hummed and didn't answer, as if it didn't matter.

But Fan Xian cried twice for Li Chengze, the first time was on the night of the night when he committed suicide, looking at the fruit plate, Fan Xian suddenly realized belatedly that this man hadn't eaten the new grapes this year.

The second time was at the end of his life, when he was dying, looking at the curtains on the top of the bed, he suddenly remembered that the most beautiful scenery in his life was the glimpse in the poetry pavilion that day, and he actually missed it. landscape.

If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife.

One wishes to meet again, and the other wishes to tell him some poems.