Qu clear as promised

Shi Daoan had said before that he wanted everything, and sure enough, greed was punished.

So he can't want so much, just wish Zhiyi well.

He was afraid that Zhu Zhiyi would have a bad life, he was afraid that Zhu Zhiyi would be tortured, he was afraid that that bastard Zhong Yan would torture him, he was most afraid of...

So many searchers are sent out every year and there is never any news. Every time Liang Hui finds a corpse of similar size, his heart feels like he has died again, tossed over and over again. ...Only Liang Hui still refused to give up.

He didn't dare to think about it, but whenever he thought of that possibility, Liang Hui's internal organs seemed to be torn apart in pain, his heart was so sore that he was tightly packed, and he couldn't breathe.

what to do?What if Zhu Zhiyi is really having a bad time, what if he really pushed Zhu Zhiyi into the hell where life would be worse than death?Can he change his life?

The blue veins on Liang Hui's forehead twitched violently. He closed his eyes, not daring to think deeply.

Liang Hui stayed until dark, and Xia Lu took a bath all over the country these few days. He kept on approving the memorial in the middle of the night, and finally he was so tired that he woke up after a short squint, haunted by nightmares.

Hearing the alarm, Zhang Haifu hurriedly sent in the things he had prepared on weekdays—the letterhead from the Queen.

These years have been like this, the master and son woke up and looked through these things, one by one, and pressed them on his heart as a life-saving talisman, so that he could feel better and not fall ill.

Some of these letterheads are real, some are fake, and if they are all mixed together, it is impossible to tell the real from the fake.

The fake ones were written by Liang Hui himself. Liang Hui missed Zhu Zhiyi so much that he imitated his handwriting and wrote letters to himself.

He has already achieved nine points in Zhu Zhiyi's handwriting - it is always impossible to reach ten points, because that person is unique in the world, and there are always some things about him that others cannot learn, including the favorite to observe him, Study his beam emblem.

Liang Hui imagined his tone, recalled his expression, and wrote "the key to using a soldier is like a bow and crossbow, and the knot is like a machine", wrote "those who are difficult to fight for kings, use detours to be straight", and wrote "numbers and sacrifices Handwritten, I respect Kang Zhi."

Don't be too ingenious, that person has profound poetic attainments and unique lines.

And it can't be too tender, that person won't say explicit and nasty things to him, and his tone should have a sense of reasoning, but it won't be annoying, it will only make people find it interesting.

Liang Hui thought about it almost morbidly, and pretended that he missed that person, and wrote letters to himself one after another, year after year, so that he would not lose hope completely.

Liang Hui knew that Zhang Fuhai had secretly asked the imperial doctor what kind of madness it was and whether it could be cured.

But he couldn't help it, he was going to die if he didn't hang on to it, and he didn't want to treat it.

Liang Hui is very good at imitating, and the handwriting is so real that sometimes even he himself can't tell whether the person has really disappeared. He always feels that Zhu Zhiyi has been by his side all the time, cooking wine and trying swords with him in the midwinter snow, and accompanying him. He watches the rain under the eaves, cooks tea and plays chess, swims in the lake with him, enjoys flowers and releases paper kites...

But only when he closed his eyes and woke up from the dream, and felt the coldness and no one beside the pillow, did he realize that that person was really not by his side anymore.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't show up when Liang Hui's class teacher returned to the court to rectify the court, and he didn't show up when he dismissed the harem. He didn't show up all the time. At that moment, Liang Hui felt that Zhu Zhiyi would never show up again.

He doesn't want anything anymore, he doesn't care about anything anymore.

After Xia Lu was over and the early court resumed, Liang Hui punished a few old things who started to attack his harem because they were too free.

Back then, Liang Hui dismissed all the male concubines in the harem, and he didn’t even keep any female concubines. No matter whether he was a concubine or a concubine, all of them were withdrawn in one go.

Several speech officials brought up the old matter again, and were punished in public at the Meridian Gate, and no one dared to intercede.

In recent years, the emperor seems to have changed his core. No one knows what monsters and ghosts live in it. The whole person is very gloomy. Whenever someone is punished, he will think of that one.

It would be great if that person was there. Although that person is also rigid and upright, he is the most reasonable and never makes things difficult for others.

In the year when the army just came back from the south, the emperor often asked casually when he was in court: "Miss Zhu, what do you think?"

There was silence in the middle of the court, no one answered, and after a while, still no one spoke

Liang Hui reacted, his eyes darkened quickly, and the ministers did not dare to breathe.

Liang Huigao sat in the hall and remained expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

He has always thought that Zhu Zhiyi is his mirror. With copper as a mirror, he can straighten his clothes, with history as a mirror, he can know the rise and fall, and with Zhu Zhiyi as a mirror, he can know good and evil, clear and turbid, and distinguish between beauty and ugliness.

The uprightness of the other party reveals his gloom, the openness of the other party reveals his narrowness, and the courage of the other party reveals his cowardice.

Now that the mirror is broken, Liang Hui can no longer see his original face clearly. Who is sitting on the throne, Liang Hui?

Is Liang Hui without Zhu Zhiyi still Liang Hui?How is it different from Li Hui, Lin Hui, and Tang Hui?

Liang Hui felt that it was boring, that it was boring to hold great power, and it was boring to kill and seize. In the past few years, he had guarded this empty palace city and lived numbly, living every moment in the sinking and endless despair. , Even the jade seal and soldier talisman are cold.

Why did he push out such a good and precious Zhu Zhiyi because of these things?

again and again.

But Liang Hui didn't dare to relax at all, Zhu Zhiyi must be watching him, supervising him, and urging him in some corner of the world.

He wants to dedicate the clearest and most prosperous prosperous age to Zhu Zhiyi. His country will no longer be full of dark and chaotic parties. Here is the avenue of blue sky that Zhu Zhiyi strives for, the road in Zhu Zhiyi's dream of not picking up lost things and not closing the door at night, and all the prosperous chapters that Zhu Zhiyi described in his memorials before.

Liang Hui took care of his clothes and food, and worked hard to build an unprecedentedly powerful leader, but the person he most wanted to hold his hand to see the country was gone.

The border city of Naxi - Yesai.

Fengwu Court.

A thin servant in gray clothes lowered his head, was busy carrying a pot, took advantage of the clutter and quickly hid in the firewood room, took out the medicine he had just stolen from his sleeve and swallowed it in one gulp.

On the surface, Fengwu Garden is a theater building, but in fact it is the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. Anyone who is sold here has been poisoned, given regular doses of medication, and those who are disobedient and uncooperative can only wait for their muscles and bones to soften and their flesh oozes to death.

What is given is not an antidote, it can only be relieved. This place is the junction of Langyi, Nanzhao and Daliang-the three-way zone.

The wind of revitalizing Gu is prevalent in the local area, and millions of kinds of Gu are dazzling. Gu is divided into dead Gu and soft Gu.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't know what was on his body either. After he was hijacked by Zhong Yan and left Daliang, he took advantage of the rebellion of refugees and dragged Zhong Yan off the cliff in order to save his life, and was washed away by Nancang water.

Life hangs by a thread, his memory is vague, he was picked up by a Nanzhao man and sold here, only a few days ago he gradually remembered many things.

Zhu Zhiyi neatly applied some low-quality medicinal powder to his wounds—he didn't want to drink with his guests, he would rather die than submit, he was beaten and kicked a lot, and his internal strength was only [-]%.

Bewitched again, the whole person is almost exhausted from inside to outside.

Zhu Zhiyi took out the half-drawn map under the straw mat and added two strokes. He can't die yet, and he hasn't returned to his homeland yet.