Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Zhu Mengyu didn't answer, just looked at the jade pendant in the hand of "Emperor Zhengde".

After a lengthy silence, Wu Jie pointed at Jiang Bin with his chin. When Zhu Mengyu looked at Jiang Bin, his eyes showed some familiar childishness, and he took two or three steps forward to hug him and smooth his hair.At this time, Jiang Bin took advantage of Meng Yu's height to see the scene outside clearly.Among the large reeds that move with the wind, a group of white cranes are strolling in the garden, and several fishing boats are floating in the distance. In the faint fishing songs, the mountains and rivers are in full view, but the two people in front of them are not interested in enjoying the scenery.

This newly built water pavilion was probably Wu Jie's idea. At this time, he looked at the undulating water surface of Poyang Lake, just like looking at the undulating chest of King Ning, but there was no one in that chest that was jumping for him. Heart.

In the eyes of the inexperienced Zhu Mengyu, this sorrow of life and death is nothing but wishful thinking.He was "escorted" by several young eunuchs to carry Jiang Bin out, walked around in circles through a bamboo forest, and came to an elegantly furnished wing.In the wing room, a woman was making a sachet, when she heard the movement, she raised her head, but it was Wu Ping'er whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

Wu Ping'er didn't change much, only the expression in her eyes became less sharp and more serene.She pulled Zhu Mengyu to sit on the couch, and rubbed his little hands for him: "You won't be afraid of freezing after taking it off like this? Where's the cloak you brought the day before yesterday?"

The coldness in Zhu Mengyu's eyes gradually melted with the heat of that palm. He put his head on Wu Ping'er's shoulder, but his eyes were empty: "He gave it, throw it away."

Wu Ping'er couldn't help sighing, "He gave it to you? He gave it to you!"

These words hit Zhu Mengyu's pain, he closed his eyes, as if he saw his heart being gouged out and thrown on the swaying lake, it was soaked white, but he couldn't rest in peace...

"Since he has repaired the palace, you can go back and live! Zhang Jin and I will never leave you... No matter what you want, you have to save this life first!"

go back?The palace that had been burned to the ground was no longer the home he longed for, but just a cage to imprison him.In the past three years, the precocious Zhu Mengyu has realized that he is just a bird with its wings clipped for people to enjoy.

"Is there any whereabouts of Imperial Physician Wu?" Meng Yu didn't want to mention the palace any more.

Wu Ping'er shook his head, and hung the sachet on Zhu Mengyu's waist: "He always misses you, but in this situation, even if he wants to, how can he come to see you? After Zhang Jin is busy with the repairs, Check it out again."

Zhu Mengyu pursed his lips, and said for a while, "I'm just a burden. In the past, he treated me well because of my father..."

Wu Ping'er slapped Zhu Mengyu on the back of the hand: "What are you talking about? It's just that we can't see you for a while! He must have his difficulties...don't teach him to love you for nothing!"

Zhu Mengyu lowered his head, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he still argued: "Three years, if you are still well, how can there be no news?"

Wu Ping'er couldn't find words to comfort her at this time, she just grabbed Meng Yu's hand and said: "Auspicious people have their own appearance..."

These words are just to add to the heart, the two of them stopped talking, just cuddled together, each with their own thoughts.After being gentle for a while, Wu Ping'er sighed again, straightened the tassels on the sachet, and coaxed Meng Yu to take a nap.Meng Yu was not sleepy. Although he had never slept soundly during the years of house arrest, he still went as promised.

Not long after Meng Yu left, Zhang Jin came back in a hurry.Just as he stepped through the door, he backed out again, shaking the dust off his body, then entered the room, and drank the tea that Wu Ping'er handed over in one gulp.

"Today it's just picking up the decorations, but tomorrow he'll be done after he's seen it! You say he's trying to make things difficult? Every plant and tree must be the same as before, how can I remember them all?" Halfway through the conversation, I looked down and saw the man sitting in the corner. Jiang Bin couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Oh, am I just like him? The one who was called around and drank all day has become his bastard!"

Wu Ping'er knew that Zhang Jin was angry, so she took the tea bowl and changed his clothes for him: "What are you doing with these frustrating words? After staying in a few days, you will feel more at ease than now!"

"Comfortable? The eunuchs and guards inside are all ordered by him, where are they not staring?" Zhang Jin became angry when he thought of this, "At the beginning, he insisted on chaining us to him, but now he pretends to be merciful and let the tiger go back to the mountain, what do you say? What is he planning?"

These words reminded Wu Ping'er, she stared at the lake for a while, and some unknown birds flew up among the di flowers, Wu Ping'er didn't know whether she was shocked by this scene or thought of something, suddenly Turning her head to look at Zhang Jin, she hesitated to speak.

Zhang Jinhui got it wrong, and said angrily, "I'll know if you don't tell me! It's just a few pawns, and you still think he really missed the old love?" Zhang Jin always felt that "Emperor Zhengde" treated Zhu Mengyu and his husband and wife leniently It's all hypocrisy with ulterior motives. He planned to kill King Ning, so why did he keep them as future troubles?I'm afraid it's not time yet, so I'm just pretending!

Wu Ping'er glanced at the door and waved her hand. Zhang Jin understood what she meant, so he didn't say any more. Then he felt useless again, and slapped his leg hard.Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Jiang Bin took this opportunity to go out quietly.

It will take him a while to get used to his current body, the low vision, the gray tones are not familiar to him.What he just overheard has convinced Jiang Bin that his soul somehow came three years later.He remembers the chessboard, Suohunxi, and the little things he had with Emperor Zhengde, but now he can't speak or write, so what's the use?If you want to know something that is on your mind, you have to cling to others beggingly.Fortunately, he is still alive, with such a ridiculous identity.Or maybe he's dead, but he's resurrected with the help of his surviving soul.I am afraid that only God knows what he is now, but if he has become like this and let go, then he is no longer a mortal.

Perhaps, he is not a mortal, if he could choose, he would rather only have this world.In this world, I met a wild and unruly Emperor Zhengde, who was infamous for him and cut to death for him.Even if they die miserably, they will live up to each other's perfection after all.However, some kind of Xingjun appeared. He is the mentor of Zhengde, the uncle of Jiang Bin who does not contend with the world, the benefactor who obeys Qiao Yuyan, the black-faced civil servant who mistakenly took the mask in the previous life, and the one who is in this world. A person who plans every step of the way.

Jiang Bin suddenly remembered the coldness in Yang Tinghe's eyes when he heard about books in the teahouse. It was the coldness of a thousand years, the obsession buried alive.Jiang Bin didn't dare to think, what would it be like if one day this love came back from the dead and broke through the ground?On that indifferent face that seemed to see through the world, could there be a madness that would burn everything?

Immortals can also be emotional.

It's just that the heart is made of ice, and the fetus is made of snow. I never know what it is. I have been buried in the ice and snow for a long time.If you hold it in your hand, you are afraid that it will be destroyed, if you burn it, you are afraid that your body will turn into snow water, and if the person who fanned the flames is an unintentional mistake, what is it worth if it just disappears?Or because of this, Wenqu Xingjun, who turned into Yang Tinghe, deliberately wanted to imprison the empathetic Jiang Bin by his side.

Can't win, but can't afford to lose, the only word "love".

Thinking of this, Jiang Bin felt apprehensive again. It seemed that ever since he knew Yang Tinghe's obsession with him, that hatred had been mixed with some ambiguity that made him shudder.He didn't know whether this indisputable hesitation belonged to him, Jiang Bin, or the long-standing affection rooted in Wu Qu Xingjun's soul.

After thinking about it like this, gradually, sleepiness hits my heart.Wangwei's soul in his body struggled to come out, and Jiang Bin, who had long felt weak, gave way to it and hid in the deep darkness.

The next day, when I woke up again, I was licking my paws full of wine and food.Jiang Bin raised his head and found himself sitting beside Zhu Mengyu, bumping around and not knowing where he was going, but seeing Zhu Mengyu's complicated expression wrapped in a cloak in the half-light, he also guessed the general idea.

The rebuilt Prince Ning's Mansion stood in the autumn wind, as if it had never suffered an overnight disaster.He watched coldly the new vassal king, led by the mighty guard of honor of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, came to its front, but just stood there quietly, as if the front was just a tomb with dead bones buried.

Ping'er clenched Zhu Mengyu's cold hand, Zhang Jin followed worriedly, but "Emperor Zhengde" stopped before the stone steps.

He raised his head and looked into the rich door, where Nankey Yimeng was locked.

In the dream, the long-necked turtle sent by Emperor Zhengde was lazily basking in the sun on the stones by the pool, Wu Jie made a mouth shape in the pavilion, Zhu Mengyu glanced at it, and hurriedly memorized the art of war.The people around him glanced coldly, pretending they didn't know what he said, but the door was closed tightly at night, no matter how much Wu Jie begged for mercy, he just wouldn't do it.On the antique cabinet in the room, an eggshell lamp is placed next to three clay puppets. The rabbit father and son and the smiling fox are leaning head to head in one place, directly arousing people's anger.

He reached out to take it, but he was hugged from behind, he turned his head in a daze, and wanted to question the guard at the door, but the undignified man bit his lip and slapped him fiercely.Pushing him away angrily, he heard him ouch, and said that he just climbed over the wall and broke his foot, begging the prince to take pity on him.The prince hastily lifted up his clothes to look at them, but he carried them on his shoulders, and went into the back room shamelessly.

A few accomplices outside took the ladder, and asked through the wall if it was okay, and the boy who got the money inside laughed.Outside the wall, Dian Shan Song Mu stroked his heart and said, the wine is ready.Zhang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but slept soundly.Wu Ping'er poked the face of little Meng Yu in her arms and said, don't forget to read the book again.Xiao Mengyu blinked and asked his father why there was so much movement in the room because of his old illness, and the three hurriedly drove the little prince away.

In the room, a pair of white jade plaques were superimposed on the messy torn clothes, and the inlaid red beans were like eyes facing each other, and the gaze was extremely lingering.Dangluan fell between the phoenixes, and I was still waiting for a closer look, but I saw that his canthus was about to split, and the black hair stuck to his gradually swollen and white face, rising and falling with the lake water...

"Emperor Zhengde" suddenly came back to his senses, and his back was wet.

In front of him, the newly painted rich door seemed to have been splashed with several layers of blood.He didn't dare to look any more, and when he turned around, he met Meng Yu's cold eyes that he had no time to retract.At this point, the heart that still had extravagant hopes was completely discarded in the stinky lake, and gradually sank to the bottom of the water along with the floating corpse of his beloved who had died.

Only now did he know that he was that self-deceiving human skin wrapped in carrion.