Huang Huang Zhe Hua

When the drumbeat of Gu Lian's march sounded, it was at the time of Chou.

For a quarter of an hour, layers of imperial guards surrounded the place.Ji Ming didn't go up to pay homage respectfully, and didn't even bother to flatter him with a word of greetings. He still leaned lazily under the tree and opened a jar of wine that had been dusty for a long time.

The leader of the imperial army held a bright yellow imperial decree and called out: "From the seventh rank, the deputy Ji Ming was promoted to listen to the decree—"

Ji Ming put down the wine in his hand, his eyes were blindfolded, and his expression was blank.

"Since Ji Tiju's deputy became an official, he has been upright, mighty and upright, and has a reputation for elegance and trust. I specially ordered him to bring Master Linxuan into the Qianqing Palace, and admire him."

Ji Ming stumbled up, pointed at himself, and laughed loudly: "Me? Why me?"

The leader glanced at him with the tip of his eyes, and replied in an arrogant and disdainful tone: "The Marquis of Zhenyuan is calling, and the Holy One needs a man with high martial arts skills and loyalty."

Ji Ming stopped laughing suddenly, and unidentified notes came out from his hoarse voice, and finally he murmured: "My sage knows it, and he knows that I have great ambitions. He has always known it." of……"

The leader replied impatiently: "Yes, yes, the Holy Majesty has always known."

Ji Ming squinted at him, carefully, up and down, seeing through every piece of armor on his body, and suddenly smiled, in an extremely unnaturally stiff posture.

He yelled: "Then why has he always listened to the slander of the villain! Why didn't he allow me to volunteer! Why did he abandon me!!" At the last sentence of the question, the eyes of this depressed man were filled with tears .

The leader was silent for a long time, and replied, "I don't know."

Ji Ming shook his head, picked up the wine jar, and staggered towards the bedroom.

The moon in the cold palace is as cold as ever, with a bit of silver light sprinkled on the winding path, adding a bit of loneliness.

At the end of the path is Ji Ming's residence here.

It was a simple house, with a few bamboo and cypresses sparsely planted beside it, and the shadows of the bamboo were dyed dark in the dark, and the original greenness was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

And at the door of the house, there is a hangover soup served in a crude bowl.

Ji Ming stood there in a daze, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

He stood quietly, accompanied by the endless moonlight and the lonely wind.

Finally, he threw a black pill into his mouth, and drank the wine in his hand "gulp".

He wiped his mouth, turned around, and said to the leader, "Forget it, I'll go."

Lin Xuan didn't sleep, but he didn't light a candle either. He closed his eyes and sat here quietly, as if waiting for Ji Ming to come.

Ji Ming didn't make a sound either, just kept looking at him, the pitch-black night hid all his emotions without a trace, so he was able to give up struggling, and that's why he was able to sink wantonly.

After a long time, he said: "Master, help me sing a chant of pure heart."

Linxuan opened his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said, "Okay."

For a while, the room was quiet, only the steady and solemn sound of wooden fish lingering in my ears, the ambitious Marquis of Zhenyuan is not important, the guards who are eyeing tigers are not important, the incompetent emperor is not important, everything is annoying Things spread out, and there were only two people left in the room.

Briefly two people.

At the end of the song, Lin Xuan wiped the wooden fish carefully with the corner of his clothes, put it there gently, and said to Ji Ming: "General, let's go."

Ji Ming described the whole room in his heart with nostalgia and sorrow, and finally nodded.

The leader of the imperial guards seemed to be very relieved, Ji Ming, he left most of the people in the cold palace, searched for possible calligraphy and paintings, and only left a small number of imperial guards to participate in the escort.

Ji Ming walked in front, and the rest of the people stood around Linxuan, paying attention to the wind and grass around them.

But when Ji Ming turned the fifth fork, someone finally noticed something was wrong.

"Deputy Vice President, where are you taking us!"

"It's a shortcut."

Ji Ming's voice was a little hoarse, and his rough voice was like a grain of sand, which made people's ears hurt.

"I have been on duty in the palace for more than seven or eight years, why don't I know there is a shortcut!"

Ji Ming chuckled: "That's because this road is the shortest way out of the palace."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned his head, raised his hand, and dropped the knife, cutting off the man's head.

The imperial guards around did not expect Ji Ming to launch a sudden attack, and they all became a mess. Ji Ming took advantage of the chaos to kill several people, and then dragged Linxuan away in a hurry.

Similarly, Ji Ming's defection was unexpected by Linxuan.

He fiddled with the holding beads and asked, "Why?"

Ji Ming slowed down his pace, took Lin Xuan to hide in a corner, watched the guards behind him chasing straight forward, out of their sight, then turned his head and said to Lin Xuan: "Because you are right."

"I love this country, but as long as the monarch is in power, the people will have no peace for a day. I know you must have a way, so I let you go."

And, I hope you live.

Linxuan flicked the holding bead again, and said, "So General Ji wants to abandon the belief he has always had?"

Ji Ming coughed twice, then smiled: "No, I will die for my country, this is my last loyalty."

Linxuan was silent for a while: "General Ji doesn't have to..."

Followed by Ji Ming's rapid coughing, a wisp of black blood slowly flowed out from his mouth.

"You took poison."

Jiming nodded vigorously: "I took the poison." He raised his right hand, pointed to a place not far away, and said word by word, "The exit... is right there... Hurry up..."

Finally, his arms hang limply to the ground, his eyes are wide open, looking at the sky dotted with stars.

Linxuan's holding beads were spinning rapidly in his hands, and finally gradually fell silent. He said "Amitabha", closed Ji Ming's eyes, stood up, and looked neither sad nor happy.

"Ji Ming, I can't leave, otherwise, even if the reform is successful, there will still be thousands of obsessed people obstructing the change of the times, and this will inevitably lead to more bloodshed."

"I followed the old abbot to rescue the victims since I was a child. The people regard me as salvation, so I must use my death to wake up the world."

"This is the meaning of my life, and this is the last thing I can do."

So Linxuan imitated Ji Ming's previous voice, and shouted hoarsely: "You demon monk——"