Purple must

In the past few days, heavy snow has blocked the road, making it difficult for the army and merchants to move forward.Although the flames of war were not extinguished by the snow, time seemed to have stopped because of the heavy snow.

The wilderness is quiet and cold, and a carriage is slowly moving forward in the snowy field.The ruts were barely left, and they were covered by falling snow.The original avenue is hard to find, and the ruts of the predecessors are no longer visible, but the young man driving the car is not in a hurry.

He was born with a face like a crown jade, and a green bamboo flute was pinned to his waist.

The carriage had not been going for a long time, the young man turned his head and said: "Uncle, it is already daylight. After this heavy snowfall, the Yellow River must have frozen over. This will make it easier for us to walk to Jingguo from the ice."

Jing is located in the north of Haojing, and the capital is Jiang. To enter Jiang from Haojing, you must cross the Yellow River in the north.

The man in the carriage lifted the curtain, narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and looked at the snowy sky.

I don't know what Lu Changqing's mood was when he saw his dead body, maybe he clapped his hands and cheered, cursing him for a good death?Or is there still lingering resentment because he died so quickly?Feng Qi thought casually.He was originally a foreigner, and he had experienced too much in his life. Except for the former Qinghou Lu Shutong, he never cared about anything in his heart.He had "died" twice in Haojing, and now that he is gone, his heart never stops.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes trampling on the snow, the melodious sound of the flute drifted in. Feng Qi's eyes moved, and the young man driving the car couldn't help but look up.

Weaving code words into rhythm and communicating messages with musical sounds was created by Feng Qi's master during his lifetime, and only his fellow disciples can decipher its meaning.On that day, Feng Qi responded to the sound of the flute with a xun, and Lu Changqing heard that the tunes of several paragraphs were not Lu Shutong's old song, but Feng Qi's melody to convey the message, and it was not that he had really forgotten the original song.

The boy pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and the melodious sound of the flute echoed from afar.

After hearing this, Feng Qi said: "Your master actually came to pick me up to cross the river in person. He is now a minister Jinghou relies on, but he still runs around like this when the soldiers are in chaos."

The boy wanted to respond to him a few words, but he had already lowered the car curtain.

The carriage drove for another half an hour, the snow gradually receded, and a small inn was faintly visible in the dense forest covered in silver.

Old Matsushita standing in front of the inn was a somewhat thin man, wrapped in a white fox fur cloak, with a lot of snowflakes on his black hair, he must have been waiting for a while.

The boy driving the car let out a cry of joy, turned over, jumped out of the car and threw himself into the arms of the man.The man smiled dotingly, and this smile brightened his otherwise mediocre appearance.

Feng Qi lifted the curtain of the car and saw the scene. He had been alone for many years, but he really wanted to take in an apprentice.

The man took the young man's hand and walked to the carriage, his eyes filled with the joy of a long-lost reunion, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for more than ten years! Senior brother... you... have suffered..."

Feng Qi smiled slightly, "I won't treat myself badly anywhere, but Xuan Yuan has lost a lot of weight." Feng Qi asked Xuan Yuan to help her out of the carriage.

After entering the inn, Feng Qi only had to take a quick look to know that there were all his juniors and horses here.

As soon as Feng Qifu entered the door, all the shop assistants stared at him, Xuanyuan smiled and said: "Brother, it really hasn't changed at all, such a handsome appearance is amazing wherever he goes."

Feng Qi has always been strong, but now he has consumed too much strength in Lu Changqing's hands, and has to rely on Xuan Yuan's support to walk to the seat.He looked at Xuan Yuan, and said humbly: "Junior brother rescued me from Hao Jing, it must be Jinghou's order. I don't know if Jinghou is interested in my talent or my face?"

Xuan Yuan had no choice but to sit opposite him, and said with a wry smile, "Senior brother..."

He sighed, and persuaded slowly: "Brother, you have worked hard for the king all these years, but he only knows arrogance and luxury. If he is willing to listen to your persuasion, how can Lu Changqing successfully capture Haojing in a surprise attack? The Zhou family lost its way , the princes of the world are rising, and the general trend is the trend, why do you not go against the sky?"

"Lu Changqing invaded Haojing out of his own personal hatred, and now Zhuhou has summoned all the princes to attack him. He has no way out." Xuanyuan took the teapot handed over by the inn proprietress, and slowly filled Fengqi's teacup, "That day How did Lu Changqing humiliate you in front of His Highness Jinghou at the Star Observation Pavilion? His Highness Jinghou promised that if you are willing to come to Jingguo, he will capture Lu Changqing alive for you and hand it over to you."

Feng Qi lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the tea leaves floating upright in the teacup, "The terrain of the Qing Kingdom is excellent. If we first settle in the southwest, raise enough soldiers and horses, and take advantage of the situation in the northwest to annex the princes of the Central Plains, the world of Great Zhou will be truly beautiful. It’s hard to get over the water. Capturing Haojing was a wrong move, if Lu Shutong was still alive, he wouldn’t do it.”

Xuan Yuan said: "Fortunately, Mr. Qitong is dead."

The floating tea leaves in the teacup sank to the bottom of the cup, Feng Qi's chest tightened, and he couldn't help coughing.

Xuan Yuan sighed softly: "Brother really still cares about him."

"Don't talk about it...cough..." Feng Qi said with a pale face.His junior brother seemed weak and harmless, but he actually understood people's hearts and could stab him in the heart with a knife.

Xuan Yuan patted his back lightly, and handed the hot tea on the table to his mouth.Feng Qi drank a couple of sips, and felt a little better in his chest.

"Brother, I speculate that Lu Changqing will definitely assassinate Gong Zixu next." Xuan Yuan put down his teacup and sat back on his seat, "When you were in Haojing, you can see that you can mention him a thing or two about the old friendship with Mr. Qitong? Now The feudal lords have already been summoned by Marquis Zhu to besiege Haojing, and the assassination of Young Master Xu Ruo will arouse even more resentment; what's more, if Young Master Xu is alive, he can still restrain the princes."

Feng Qi held the teacup and didn't answer.The ends of the slender eyes were slightly reddened by the cough just now, but there was a sense of beauty.Xuan Yuan knew very well in his heart that his senior brother's appearance was just in line with Jinghou Fengyun's appetite.

"Xuanyuan, do you really want me to go to Jingguo?" Feng Qi suddenly said something.

Those deep black and blue eyes stared deeply into Xuanyuan's eyes. Such a dazzling and powerful eyes made him fear and loathe the most when they were practicing with their master.

Xuan Yuan frowned, and smiled softly: "Brother, as long as it is what Feng Yun wants, no matter what, I will send it to him."

Feng Qi closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "You are trapped by love."

Xuan Yuan smiled faintly, "I'm not as ruthless as you. Even someone who loves you so deeply can kill you."

There was no sound in the ancient well in Feng Qi's eyes, but his thin lips could not help but tighten. He stood up while supporting the table and said, "Xuanyuan, I will not go to Jingguo. Thank you for saving me, let's leave now."

Xuan Yuan sat where he was, sipping the tea in his cup, looking at Feng Qi with gentle eyes.

One step, two steps, Feng Qi suddenly stopped.He squatted down slowly, leaned forward slowly, and fell to the ground.

Xuan Yuan stood up and knelt in front of him, and said softly: "Senior Brother, can't you stand up anymore?"

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Qi's forehead, and he said coldly: "You poured the medicine into the tea, I can't stand now, you know better than me."

In the old days, the bright moon reflected the palace wall of Haojing, and there was silence in Weiyang Palace.

The heavy gauze curtains on the pavilion bed had been put down, and Lu Changqing curled up in this small space, quietly looking at the broken body burned by the flames on the bed.The copper mask of the body had been taken off and was placed by Lu Changqing's hand. Under the mask, an unrecognizable face was staring lifelessly at the top of the pavilion bed.

Lu Changqing was not afraid of this hideous burned face, because he knew how gorgeous and eye-catching this face used to be.The white and full forehead, the slender eyebrows, the straight nose, the corners of the mouth with a smile... even if it turned into charcoal, it still belonged to that unmatched man.

As long as it's that man, Lu Changqing feels beautiful...

He continued to apply the spices in the brocade box on the man's body, stroking every inch of his skin with his cold and trembling fingers.On the man's neck, there is still a wound pierced with a gold hairpin, which is hidden in the scorched skin and can be seen faintly.

"Feng Qi, even if you die, you will never escape from me." Lu Changqing said quietly to the corpse.

The wind blowing in through the open window shook the candle flame, and the candle burst into a candle, making a "crackling" sound.Lu Changqing suddenly remembered something.

——If one day I die, can you dig out this altar of wine... It doesn't take much effort, just sprinkle the wine on the grave, and I'll drink it...

Thinking of the scene when the man said this, Lu Changqing felt mixed feelings.

He put down the brocade box, tucked the quilt for the man on the bed, and walked towards the servant's residence wearing a long blue cloak.

The silver moonlight fell, the shadows of pines and cypresses on the snow swayed with the wind, and Lu Changqing's back was extremely lonely.When I arrived at the handyman's house, I saw some old willow trees covered with snow.

At that time, under which willow tree did Feng Qi say he buried the wine?

Lu Changqing glanced at a row of willow trees, and walked over to kick away the snow, wanting to see if there were any traces of newly turned soil.However, after a snowfall, no traces could be found.

Lu Changqing suddenly felt that it was ridiculous for him to come here again. He obviously hated this man so much, so why did he come to this handyman's residence just because of his words.

He turned around and walked back. After walking a few steps, he was very sad.

The man's sad face came to mind again, did he even abandon his last wish before he died?

What's more, his wish is so humble, just... wanting to sprinkle a glass of wine on the grave... just... hoping someone can pay homage to him...

Lu Changqing paused, and quickly turned back.He didn't find any tools, so he scraped away the snow and mud with his hands and rummaged under the willow tree.

After digging a willow tree, he couldn't find the wine jar, so after taking a breath, he dug another willow tree next to him.Lu Changqing dug his hands full of mud, but still found nothing.

As he dug, his eyes blurred, and hot tears rolled down the soil.

"Why... I can't even find the last thing you left..." Lu Changqing's chest was in severe pain as if it was being torn apart. The pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, only tears poured down his face.

Lu Changqing lay on his back in the snow, memories flooded his consciousness like a flood.On a rainy day when he was six years old, he panicked and accidentally broke into the man's bed curtain.The man put down the letter, stroked his back, and told him the story of the father of thunder and the mother of lightning.The man's story is told in a funny way, let him know that the thunder and lightning in the sky are caused by the bad-tempered Thunder God and Lightning Mother fighting at home.He was so amused that he laughed, and he was no longer afraid of thunder.Why did the man comfort him gently at that time?Why make him feel warm and then treat him like a stranger?

The warm candlelight, the hazy gauze, the soft words, the smooth long hair... Countless dreams are like this...

"Feng Qi...you...you are ungrateful and ungrateful..." Lu Changqing got up, digging vigorously with both hands, as if venting the unspeakable contradiction and pain in his heart.In an instant, all ten seams of the nails were cracked, and there was a sharp tingling pain.

Finally, his fingertips touched something hard, and Lu Changqing dug it out, and it turned out to be a wine jar.

After seeing off Jinghou at the Star Observation Pavilion before, Lu Changqing did remember that Feng Qi took a wine jar back at that time, presumably it was the one in front of him.At that time, I didn't know why he brought the wine back. It turned out...it was intended to be used as a memorial service after death...

Lu Changqing wanted to bring the wine jar back to Weiyang Palace, but just as he picked it up, he stopped suddenly.

There was a strange feeling in his heart.

——This wine jar is too light.

He stared at the wine jar in his hand, slowly put it on the ground, and opened the seal with both hands.

Lu Changqing's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

Three kits lay quietly inside.