Prison Dragon

The cold hands and the cold voice grabbed his heart together.

"what book?"

he heard someone ask.

Yang You's head seemed to be ravaged by a strong wind, and everything was ruthlessly swept away, leaving only an empty world and a black figure.

The man held the book between two fingers, mentioned Yang You in front of him and asked, "What book?"

Yang You's eyes followed his upright body to look up, the wind blew through his black hair and floated in the air, Yang You blinked his eyes slowly, then lost control of his body, his mind went blank, only I saw my hand raised and grabbed the end of his hair.

His eyebrows and eyes are deep, with rebellious arrogance and sternness, but Yang You can see a little smile from inside, like the spring breeze in March blowing across the frozen lake, although it is faint, there is still a little smile. An imperceptible warmth.

Yang You didn't even know how he came up with this name, he heard his voice pick out each word from his throat, "Ao Chen..."

This name, this name that only he knew, the god he had silently recited over and over again in the merciless time.

Ao Chen closed the book and put it on his chest, covering Yang You's eyes with his cold hands.

Ao Chen's tone was a little helpless, but also a little doting: "I'm not dead, why are you crying?"

With his cold hands for comparison, Yang You realized that his face was hot and humid. He sat there blankly for what seemed like a long time, what seemed like a moment, and finally became clear and smiled softly: "I just feel sorry for you, if it wasn't for me Remember you, who knows if you are dead or alive?"

Ao Chen stretched his hand back, touched the roots of his hair, pressed his head into his arms, and the book slid from his chest to his lap.

Nice to meet you.

What Yang You really wanted to say was this sentence.

He thought that he would never wait for Ao Chen to appear again.

After all, compared with God, a person's life is so small and short.

Ao Chen patted him hard on the back three times, so hard that Yang You felt like vomiting blood.

Ao Chen said proudly: "I don't need your pity, why can't you expect me to treat you well?"

Yang You hugged his waist like revenge, squeezed his arms hard, Ao Chen flicked his head on the back of his head, looked at the clean temple in front of him, and said in a tone of admiration, "cleaning Well done."

Yang You boasted, "Of course."

Ao Chen touched Yang You's forehead with his fingers, Yang You leaned against his chest and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Ao Chen sighed in a tone full of vicissitudes: "I have grown up."

Yang You raised his head from his arms, Ao Chen was still the same as he remembered, nothing changed at all, the incomparably long three or four years in Yang You's eyes did not leave any trace on Ao Chen.

Not at all.

These three or four years have endowed Yang You with an indifferent demeanor, wise eyes and handsome appearance, turning him from a child into a teenager.

But there was no change in Ao Chen.

This is the biggest difference between God and man.

In a humble life, people are constantly seeking longevity, wisdom, and power...

People always have endless yearning and desire.

However, God can easily obtain what mankind has longed for from generation to generation.

It is ridiculous, sad and extremely painful for people who pursue the infinite with their own finiteness.

But as long as man exists, this pain will last forever.

Yang You suddenly felt a kind of despair in his heart. Ao Chen would never be able to match his existence, so he could only prostrate at Ao Chen's feet and look up.

Ao Chen also praised the clean temple. He was not interested in the temple in general, but sending Yang You was obviously a fun thing.

He lifted Yang You by the back of the neck, lifted him from the chair, and replaced him with lying on the chair, holding the scriptures in one hand and grabbing Yang You's snacks in the other, eating slowly, his chin raised, "Myself Come and sit down with something."

Yang You was full of joyful words and emotions, but before he had time to say it, Ao Chen let go of his anger.

He had no choice but to move out a Taishi chair from the temple and sit on the other side of the table.

Ao Chen opened his book, raised his eyebrows and looked at him jokingly.

"Record of Huanhua Mingyuan?"

Ao Chen threw the book on the table with a snap, shaking off a pile of melon seed shells, and said with a smile, "I didn't know that "University" is also called Huanhua Mingyuanlu."

The book was spread out on the table, and that page read——

The way of a university lies in Ming Mingde, being close to the people, and stopping at the perfection.

Yang You touched his nose guiltily and avoided his gaze.

He couldn't read books openly, so he came up with an idea to ask the maids to buy all kinds of vernacular books, dismantle the pages, and bind the covers of the vernacular books with the classics.

In order to pretend to be more like a storybook, he also specially selects a thick storybook and randomly inserts a few pages of classics in it. As long as others don't read it seriously, they won't know what he is reading.

He chuckled: "Aren't I trying to prevent myself from being bored in reading and have fun? Changing the name will arouse my interest in it even more."

Ao Chen looked at him deeply, but didn't speak.

The black eyes stared straight at Yang You.

"A good liar." Ao Chen threw the book to Yang You, "If you want to read, just say it, why put on an air?"

Yang You didn't reply.

Ao Chen smiled mockingly, "Obviously a wolf, all he wants to do is pretend to be a rabbit."

It was as if a needle pierced through the layers of brocade robes of Yang You, pierced into his heart, and pierced Yang You's truest side.

He stopped talking.

Ao Chen said: "You are not the emperor, why read the sage's book?"

Yang You smoothed the folded pages of the book, collected his mind, and then said: "The Supreme Being establishes virtue, the second is meritorious deeds, and the second is deeds. I can't make meritorious deeds, but I can still work hard to establish deeds and deeds."

Ao Chen seemed to have heard a big joke, and stared at him. Yang You blushed, and asked, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Ao Chen shook his head, "No problem."

He turned his face to the side and thought for a while, then burst out laughing.The laughter sounded cheerful, but his expression was sharp and full of sarcasm.

He propped his chin with his right hand and asked Yang You, "Are you sure you are the flesh and blood of your mother and the emperor?"

Yang You thought for a while, but still said cautiously: "I think it is very likely that it is my mother and father's blood, but other situations are not ruled out."

Ao Chen said with a smile: "If I hadn't been able to sense the blood of the emperor, I would definitely suspect that your mother gave the emperor a cuckold."

His answer made Yang You heave a sigh of relief, it seems that he is still an authentic dragon species, if he is not the emperor's son, Concubine Li's crime will be serious.

The sarcasm on Ao Chen's face did not disappear at all.

He pointed at Yang You and smiled heartlessly, "In the palace, which prince is not born noble and proficient in the six arts? But in the end, who doesn't use the dirtiest means to fight each other? His blood, but he can do anything for the throne."

"Now the son of a prostitute says in this palace that he wants to be a saint, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Yang You was ridiculed, but he was not angry. His beliefs were completely different from those in the palace, and he didn't expect to find a bosom friend in the palace, but he still felt a little displeased with Ao Chen's words.

"I don't think I'm ridiculous."

Ao Chen's smile disappeared immediately, he looked at Yang You with a sullen face, and murmured in an almost dissipated voice, "It's really not funny, it's sad."

Yang You put the book in his arms. Looking out from the temple, layers of pine waves undulate like waves. The lake farther away is full of soup in the sun. A yellow-red horizontal line on the sky is glazed tiles painted with vermilion lacquer. palace wall.

He suddenly developed a kind of lofty ambition, "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

Ao Chen propped his chin, and put down a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "Fool."

Fool Yang You still remembered one thing, he asked Ao Chen: "Why have you disappeared for four years?"

Ao Chen closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the cool wind, "It's just something, don't ask. I don't want to talk about it yet."

Yang You looked at him sadly, and said concernedly: "When you disappeared... I asked many people and read many books. In the past few years, there have been no major natural disasters or rebellions."

Ao Chen patted his face, Yang You's eyes were pure and warm, he was rarely in a good mood, and he talked about the topic he didn't want to talk about at first, "Naturally, it's a man-made disaster."

The catastrophe back then only caused Ao Chen to disappear for a few months, but this time Ao Chen disappeared directly for several years.

This man-made disaster must have shaken the foundation of Qi very violently.

A huge man-made disaster that cannot be noticed on the surface, but is enough to exhaust Ao Chen's dragon energy.

Yang You asked: "Is it because the father and the emperor favored the eunuchs, the faction of the previous dynasty, or the struggle for the heir?"

Ao Chen tilted his head and said flatly: "There are all of them."

Yang You asked with some hope: "Then you can still wake up, does it mean that the Qi State survived this disaster safely?"

Ao Chen looked up at the wind chime on the corner of the eaves, with a smile on his lips, "Maybe. But if I do it a few more times, I might really not be able to wake up."

He didn't specifically say how he was, but he just spoke calmly, and when he turned his head, Yang You's Adam's apple moved slightly, and a pool of spring water trembled slightly in his eyes.

"Yang You looked at his handsome profile, "Then do you still want to find the emperor?" "

Ao Chen opened his eyes: "Why, do you want to be the emperor?"

Yang You shook his head, "I think Brother Four might be the last Ying family. If you need, I can go to Brother Four and be your lobbyist..."

"Forget it." Ao Chen said expressionlessly, "Do you think anyone can be an emperor? I'm just pointing at you. Tell me, have you worked hard?"

Yang You smiled awkwardly.

"Brother Sihuang's mother's family has deep roots in the imperial court, and he himself is in charge of 30 soldiers and horses in the northwest. Such a person can't be an emperor?" Yang You doubted Ao Chen's level of judging people, "How can he be better than me?" This prince who is nothing is much better."

Ao Chen glanced at him, "I think you are pleasing to the eye?"

Yang You chuckled.

After so many years, Yang You is still rejecting Ao Chen's proposal, Ao Chen knows in his heart that this child looks gentle and gentle, but inside he is very stubborn, others can't easily talk to him.Only he can change his mind.

Keeping emphasizing in Yang You's ear that it might have the opposite effect, Ao Chen knew it well, and lightly brought up this topic, and moved a few melon seeds with his fingers, "I'm going back."

Yang You hummed first, and then asked in a ignorant manner, "Why did you go back so soon?"

Ao Chen smiled and said, "Rest."

Yang You said regretfully: "Okay, then I will come to see you later."

Ao Chen nodded, stood up and pointed to the temple: "Usually come to sweep more, and put more incense and tribute."

Yang You agreed, and he stood up to send Ao Chen off.

Ao Chen disappeared from the spot in a single thought.

God doesn't need people to see him off. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I have forgotten it.

He took his things and ran to the lake to have a look. There was still a black shadow sleeping at the bottom of the lake.

With his mind at ease, he walked back leisurely, and even deliberately took the little lady to listen to a puppet show.

The puppet play sang about a romantic woman, Liniang, who fell in love with a down-and-out scholar. For the sake of the scholar, she did not hesitate to cut off her benefactor, pawned her property, and supported the scholar to go to Beijing for the exam.Later, the scholar was in high school and was favored by the prime minister as his son-in-law, so he covered up the past infatuation with Liniang.Liniang waited bitterly for her lover not to arrive, she was disheartened and died in depression.After death, he turned into a grieving ghost, attached to an ancient painting.After 18 years, this ancient painting has gone through many rounds, and finally came into the hands of the scholar.At this time, Liniang finally saw her lover, but found that after high school, the lover completely failed her warmth, and had a loving relationship with another woman, with a full house of children and grandchildren.

In a rage, Liniang came out of the painting and killed the scholar's family for revenge.

The story is very clichéd, but there are a few lines of libretto written well, which can be regarded as flawless.

Yang You had just listened for half the time, when he heard a eunuch shouting loudly from behind: "Concubine Xian is here——!"