Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Dead silence.

Several pairs of eyes just stared at a lifeless little ghost hanging on Jiang Bin's neck, until Jiang Bin took a step back and hugged the little guy tightly in his arms, the vigilant eyes stabbed Yingzhuo who hadn't recovered yet. Xingjun.

His pair of glass-like pupils locked on his childish brows, and then turned to Yeye's shining water-repelling beads that rolled on the ground a few times.

"Heh!" A sneer caused a chill.

No wonder he couldn't detect the slightest aura of primordial spirit in Wenqu Xingjun of Fengbochi. It turned out that he had already transformed into this inhuman and ghost appearance, followed his obsession to chase the world, and stayed with Jiang Bin day and night.Everyone co-operated with Jiang Bin to lie to him, because they all saw through his hypocrisy and delusions, and he felt unwilling.

"Xianzun, this little ghost is pure in nature, but he is just a little mischievous. He has never done anything harmful to nature. I hope Xianzun..."

"You really don't know who he is?" The fairy seal between the brows was so red because of forbearance.

Jiang Bin's words came to an abrupt end, and he just looked at Yinghuo Xingjun quietly. Their lives and deaths were in the hands of this incomparable immortal, but Jiang Bin knew that Yinghuo Xingjun would not really die because he still There is a trace of concern, a trace of affection that I don't want others to notice.

Sure enough, the fire phoenix hovering in the sky suddenly swooped down, but only dropped a flaming tail feather.The tail feathers whirled and flew to the crowd, outlining a burning mirror image.The light of the fire faded away, and there was a cloud of water vapor.In the mirror, the water and the moon, there is an immortal with closed eyes sitting and resting his mind, his black hair is scattered on the water, like an intertwined evil fate.

"If you don't return to your throne, this fairy body will rot sooner or later, and your remaining spirit will not be able to survive this winter." Yinghuo Xingjun said coldly, "Are you really going to waste like this?"

The little ghost listened half-understood, but his hands tightly wrapped around Jiang Bin's waist, for fear that someone would strip him from his life.

Wu Jie saw that although Yinghuo Xingjun was furious, he still didn't say anything to death, so he felt amused, and signaled King Ning with his eyes to take the three children to a safe place, and added fuel to the flames: "Even if he goes back, it's not too late. Due to the serious injury, it will take at least a hundred years before he can wake up, one day in the sky, half a year in the ground, by that time, all his thoughts have already returned to the ashes, so even if he can save the fairy book and return to Qingming, what's the point?"

This was for Jiang Bin to hear.No matter how stupid Jiang Bin was, he had already guessed it halfway.It turned out that this little ghost also came for his previous life, and he didn't hesitate to lose his soul, just wanting to be by his side for a day and a night.The kiss that was stolen from time to time was not an act of intimacy, but a genuine, unforgettable nostalgia and longing.

He is no different from Yinghuo Xingjun.

"Do you understand what they said?" Jiang Bin asked the kid who was buried in his arms.

The little ghost had no choice but to raise his face, and looked at Jiang Bin quietly for a long time with his eyes like lacquer, then shook his head, but nodded again.

Jiang Bin sighed, and stopped asking, but looked at Yinghuo Xingjun again and said, "What can I do to make his soul return to its place?"

This question made several people stunned, even Wu Jie, who was afraid of chaos in the world, did not expect that Jiang Bin accepted Wen Qu's unknown identity so calmly, and made a decisive decision immediately.

"No! I won't go back!" The kid buried his face hard in Jiang Bin's chest, wishing it would grow in his heart, and he couldn't part it from then on.

The first thing he saw when he was born in this world was the boundless snow. He didn't know where he came from and where he should go, until the scholar stepped out a series of footprints with one deep foot and one shallow foot and passed by his side. His gaze was drawn.The moment I couldn't help holding his hand, the warmth was like a candle, illuminating a corner of my heart.The lacquered eyes and smiling lips thread those scattered fuzzy fragments into love threads, which are tied to the two ends of the heart. With a light flick, a mesmerizing tune will flow out, which is tactful and desolate, as if weeping.It was a rhythm that Jiang Bin could not hear, but it lingered in his heart day by day, becoming clearer and clearer day by day.To steal some sweetness, but to taste the bitterness of the world, he vaguely knew that there would be such a day, but he was unwilling to separate no matter what.

Yinghuo Xingjun's eyes suddenly turned cold, but his throat was hot, as if there was a ball of fire that was about to burst out with one mouthful, burning up the absurd everything in front of him.

"How difficult is it to return the primordial spirit?" He finally raised his chin and pointed to the mask on the ground, "Put it on."

"Are you sure you want him to wear it? Put it on, you will not only think of Xing Jun." Wu Jie watched the show with his sleeves wrapped up in a leisurely manner.

Ying Huo Xingjun ignored him, his eyes only fell on Jiang Bin.

Jiang Bin met Yinghuo Xingjun's compelling eyes, but for some reason, he recalled the snow when he first met the little ghost.He has been alone since his own family was ruined, and he has long been used to the desertedness, but just intruded into such a small thing, took his hand, put his arms around his waist, wrote a plum character, and called his uncle, and he was alive and well. It took root in his heart and made him afraid of the loneliness and loneliness that he was used to.

As if afraid of regretting himself, Jiang Bin stepped forward without warning and stuffed the little ghost into Wu Jie's arms, then picked up the bronze mask covered in mud and dust, and put it on his face.

It was clearly just covering the face, but even the five senses gradually became dull.The kid's childish voice instantly turned into a gallop of furious horses, and his civilian clothes became a military uniform, taking the lead in leading the troops to disrupt the enemy's formation under the rain of arrows.

Drive straight in, he shows his sharpness.The good news was spread, and he returned in triumph, but he looked for that dark face among the hundreds of officials who were ordered to welcome him.

High-spirited, proud and plum-scented, the moment their eyes met, they finally smiled with relief.

At the celebration banquet, the leader gave thanks and toasted triumphantly from a distance, but he never paid attention to the distracted glance cast by the nine-five supreme being.

Staying in the palace, rumors spread everywhere, and he didn't want him to see this embarrassing appearance, but he stared at the hem of his leaving clothes in the sedan chair, feeling sad.

With the afterglow of the west wind, he became a bird in a cage, but he was the only one who often came to comfort him, but he didn't touch his mind.

Frustrated and drunk, whoever held his wrist carefully in the dream woke up a shocking and unforgettable obsession.

The sound of firecrackers exploded the noise in the silence, who covered his ears and called his name with a choked voice.

The king knows my heart, lingering and sentimental, but the good times don't last long.

The emperor's order, to live on in the world, to marry a wife and have children, and to have a reputation of eating vegetarian food in the corpse's place, only to see him when he is seriously ill and hard to recover.

Live up to the king's heart, the answer is still in my ears, but I forgot it in an instant, except for the word "Mei", written with one stroke and one stroke, doing my own way.

The wind is treacherous, and in a blink of an eye he has devoted himself to being a general, but he only sees the emperor who hides his strength and bides his time, and he no longer pays attention to the word "Mei" written by him with broken branches, and his absurd storytelling.

His eyebrows are picturesque, but he doesn't show any joy or anger.Can't figure it out, Kang Ling's bronze ghost mask has ulterior motives.

One soul and one soul are bound by the obsession with utter conscience and unscrupulous means.

I still remember the words of parting - life is shortened, it is worth what it is, and each has its own star.

Listed on the fate chessboard are the stars that descended from the mortal world.

Chess players always play tricks on purpose.

When Jiang Bin opened his eyes again, the bronze mask had already fallen from his hands to the dust under his feet.Anything, with that muffled sound, is buried in the ground for safety, forever.

His eyes swept across the familiar faces, but he didn't seem to recognize them.

Yinghuo Xingjun already knew from his dazed eyes that he had remembered everything, and couldn't hold back anymore, he stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, but thousands of words were stuck in his throat.No matter how proud and arrogant he was, he had to admit that after suffering these days, he was afraid of the loss of a piece of memory that had been gouged out, and he was afraid that he would never be able to taste the bitterness of tea in his life.

However, the gradually reunited Qingming in Jiang Bin's eyes condensed into ice edges. The more Ying Huo Xingjun wanted to grasp some old friendship, the more mercilessly it broke in the cold place created by a single thought.

The ferocious face of the bronze mask seemed to be mocking someone's pretending to be calm.Lord Yinghuo Xing wished he could just run away, but it was still a step too late.

"You promised me that you will return his soul to his place."

With just that one sentence, the high and mighty Immortal Venerable was completely defeated.He took a step back, but forced himself to stand upright like a pine and cypress that was about to wither, a sneer climbed onto the corner of his heartless lips.

Jiang Bin watched unmoved by his embarrassment and ruthlessness when he collapsed in the night due to the last retreat, and then gritted his teeth and said "good".

The little ghost in Wu Jie's arms landed on Huofeng's back in the next moment, his hands and feet were bound by a ball of curse marks, and he called "Uncle" in despair.

The Immortal Venerable, who had looked down on him all his life, didn't look at Jiang Bin any more, and he was already riding the fire and phoenix in the wind while his clothes were flying.

Jiang Bin watched quietly, neither sad nor happy.After a long time, Fang thanked him.

Wu Jie picked up the bronze ghost mask on the ground and wiped off the dust on it: "It's a trivial matter."

Before Jiang Bin jumped off the samsara disk, he asked for one thing.According to Jiang Bin's instructions, he searched for the bronze ghost mask, deliberately threw out some clues, and taught several Xingjun to reveal to the obsessed Yinghuo Xingjun, which is why today's release came about.

"Why are you so angry with him? Are you not afraid that he is really bad for Wenqu?"

Jiang Bin looked at Xinghan in the distance, the night was quiet, and his heart was like still water: "I danced the reincarnation disk, and I wore the ghost mask. From now on, no one can influence me."

This is already reincarnation and a new life, he wants to cut off the evil fate that has been entangled for several lifetimes with his own hands, and live a clean life as he pleases.

Without the shadow of the little ghost and the entanglement of the immortal, this season, the withered scenes all over the mountains and plains are even more decadent and deserted.However, Jiang Bin seems to have forgotten this period of nonsense, and he is his teacher as before.

Wu Jie still came to harass him frequently with his family. Occasionally, he would bring Zhang Duan and Wang Qin along, and teach them to bring out some recent situations of their old friends, so as to comfort Jiang Bin.Although Jiang Bin listened attentively, he didn't care much about it, as if those old people and old things were already someone else's past, written in books, composed in music, and sung by everyone, but they couldn't enter his dreams.

"You! This mortal is more free and easy than a fairy!" One day, Wu Jie finally couldn't stand Jiang Bin's indifference and shook his head, "You really don't want to know what happened in the sky that day?"

Wrapped in fur clothes, Jiang Bin looked at the flowers in the courtyard shaking his head slightly, then said leisurely for a long time, "The plum blossoms are about to bloom."

Such an irrelevant answer made Wu Jie really puzzled, and after a while he followed his gaze and looked at Yuanshan: "It's about to open...you can't freeze to death, you elm bump!"

As soon as he finished speaking to relieve his anger, he was silenced by his own king Ning's eye knife, and slipped into the back kitchen to beat up the little prince.

As the solar term of heavy snow approaches, the plum blossoms on the mountain bloom one after another.The weather was cold, the mountain roads were difficult to walk, and the private school opened earlier in the winter. Jiang Bin was about to go back, but he smelled a strange fragrance.Following the scent, he walked through the forest with only dead branches and fallen leaves, to the halfway up the mountain.

On the cliff, there really was a plum blossom protruding half of its body, as if looking down on the frozen river and the frozen past.

However, the strange fragrance does not come from the blossoming plum blossoms that win the snow, but from the sleeves of the person leaning on the tree.

He turned his head, met his eyes, reflected the plum blossoms, and smiled slightly. Just like back then, he returned triumphantly on the horse.

After that day, Wu Jie didn't dare to harass him easily, he was afraid of bumping into something he shouldn't have bumped into, and he would be sued by the Wenqu who must retaliate, so he couldn't enter the house for a few days.

A few days later, Wu Jie cheerfully picked up a brat and threw it outside Jiang Bin's courtyard wall, and said loudly with his hands behind his back: "He exhausted his cultivation to fulfill you, so why don't you give us a full meal?"

After a while, the door creaked open, and the little bun, who was about to leave angrily, was carried in by a hand.

Half a month later, Wu Jie came to visit with his family carrying New Year's goods, and saw the little bun sitting in the yard sulking, his fringe cut like a dog gnawing, covering a coquettish fairy mark between his eyebrows.

"Tsk tsk tsk, who told you to come here? What's the point of watching them love each other?" Although Wu Jie said it with a bitter face, the smile leaking from the corners of his eyes and brows could hardly hold back, and he wished he could stretch out his hands and rub the mess. that hair.

A teacup lid flew over from far away, almost hitting Wu Jie on the forehead, and then went to the kitchen with a snickering smile.

The little bun was sulking, but Wen Qu didn't mind being disturbed. He walked out gracefully, and deliberately adjusted his clothes that were not messy: "It's not too much to reminisce about old love."

Jiang Bin, who was so commented on, walked out of the back room expressionlessly, stepped on Wen Qu's toes quietly, walked up to King Ning and bowed: "My lord, please."

This is the guest of honor.

As for the big and small ones who were staring at him eagerly, they didn't care.

Holding the stove in his hands, the prince discussed with him how to celebrate the New Year's Eve in a more appropriate way.

The bronze mask hanging on the wall seems to be grimacing, trying to amuse the sad-faced group of young and old.

This year's festival, I'm afraid it's too lively.

Jiang Bin recalled the peace of the past distressedly. However, the dead are like husbands, and the business of meat buns beating dogs is also a blessing.