Consonance

In the 39th year of Jihe, Qiao Zhiyan accidentally broke into the Haichang Pavilion where the concubine Yang lived, snatched the hair tie from Ji Yue's hand by the pool and helped him tie it back. Hand: "My name is Zhiyan, Qiao Zhiyan."

"Oh."

"Reciprocity, you should tell me what your name is?" Ji Yue pulled his hand and turned around, and was caught by him again.

"A Yue."

"Why is there a name but no surname? Have you entered the palace to purify yourself at such a young age?" Qiao Zhiyan stretched out his hand to grab his pants: "Let me see."

Ji Yue blushed and avoided: "Let go." Looking up, Qiao Zhiyan had already run away, and shouted at him from a distance: "I'll come to you next time."

In the 43rd year of Jihe, Ji Yue was already 12 years old, and the bun on his head was neat and beautiful, but Qiao Zhiyan had never been here since he was ten years old. Her ashes were sent back to her homeland.

The burning smoke attracted the emperor he had never seen before. He should be called Father Emperor. He was already old and his old eyes were cloudy. He looked at Ji Yue with a shallow smile.

"I will see my father." Ji Yue knelt down and saluted, holding a small wooden box in his arms.

"You are Tang Yang's son... do you have a name?"

"No name, no surname, mother and concubine are called A Yue."

The emperor on the seat was stunned, and came down with a smile to help him up: "My good boy, may my father give you a name?"

Resignation, bid farewell to the old year and welcome peace, but he felt that his peaceful life in the past died with his mother and concubine.

Three days later, Qiao Qufu, the general of Zhenguo, went up from the south of the Yangtze River, entered the capital, beheaded the emperor in the Songhe Hall, and helped his fifth son Ji Yi to ascend the throne.

At that time the palace was in chaos, Ji Ji'an escaped from the palace with his mother's ashes, unkempt and bloody, and met Qiao Zhiyan among the beggars.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but you still don't know how to pull your hair." Qiao Zhiyan took him to the inn, washed and changed his clothes, and raised his hand to rub his wet hair.

Ji Ji'an lowered his eyes, and said, "No one is watching, so I didn't hold back."

There was a dead silence between the two, and Qiao Zhiyan's fingers on top of his head were still stroking his hair: "Come home with me, please, I think I can help you with your hair every day."

Ji Ji'an looked up, and Qiao Zhiyan's smile was reflected in the bronze mirror, "You..."

"A Yue, you're so interesting." Qiao Zhiyan bent slightly, looking at his flushed cheeks.

He likes Qiao Zhiyan very much, even if he is being teased, he is willing to do so.

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After living in Qiao's house for more than a year, Ji Yi imprisoned more than 100 members of Qiao's family for several crimes including corrupting the law, privately recruiting soldiers, and forming gangs.

From the moment Ji Ji'an chose to save Qiao Zhiyan, he was doomed to die.

"You want his life, give me a reason."

"Mother left a kind of medicine," Ji Ci'an thought for a long time, and then said slowly, "It's in the hidden compartment on the third floor of the bookcase in the East Chamber of Haichang Pavilion."

"My mother said that the medicine is called ghost gate stone." The toxicity is slow, the color is like cinnabar at the beginning, and it looks like ghost stone after taking it.

Ji Yi nodded, his natural smiling face was extremely ironic in Ji Ji'an's eyes: "The Qiao family must die, if you want to protect him, he has to do something for me."

When Qiao Zhiyan saw Ji Yi in prison, Ji Ci'an had just left.

"The emperor's younger brother came just now, so I should have told you." Ji Yi smiled and handed him a stack of documents: "I'm afraid you don't know, so I came here specially."

"This is not true..." Qiao Zhiyan flipped through it quickly. The black and white paper was all evidence of their Qiao family. One by one, Ji Yi outside the prison door said: "Of course it is true, otherwise, why do you think he approached you, and even committed himself to you?"

"Zhiyan, if you go to the northwest, the emperor will definitely let you go if you have made great contributions."

"Zhiyan, I like you very much."

Whoever lied to him lied to him.

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Seven or eight months of wind and sand in the northwest had tanned him a bit, and the letter from the capital stated that Qiao's family had been ransacked and beheaded, and the beheading officer was Ji Yue.Qiao Zhiyan spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the letter paper red, but he never woke up again.

The author has something to say: This chapter is about the past... I won't write it in such detail... I am so happy to see a baby bookmarking me [-]