has become a demon

The change of the star palace was recorded and transcribed by the Jinling Qintian Supervisor that night, and the urgent secret letter was sent to Shuntian Mansion six hundred miles away.

But such a change happened above the sky, and there was no way to hide it.

There was a change in the celestial phenomena, the change of emperor and star, and the prophecy of the change of the master of Daduan spread among the states and counties in an instant.Even earlier than the secret record of astrology, it was passed to the palace and to the ears of the emperor.

No one can stop such discussions.

No one can stop the change of people's hearts.

At the same time, the news of Xuzhou's great victory also entered the court.

Zhou Wenyan was defeated, and there was no one in the court who could fight King Su.

There were uprisings in states and counties one after another, and they returned to King Shunsu, and Huguang, Jiangxi, Shandong... all surrendered.For a while, there were no soldiers around Shuntian Mansion to defend.

The situation in the ruling and opposition parties has undergone earth-shaking changes, people's hearts are turbulent, and their thoughts are strange.

The main entrance of "Shu House" in Guanyin Temple Hutong has not been opened since Shen Zhu was injured and returned to Beijing last time.Until today...the main entrance was only opened with a red sedan chair escorted by Habayashi guards.

The sedan chair slowly entered and stopped in the sedan chair hall.

Lifting the car curtain, Yan Dalong was helped down by the eunuch beside him.Everyone in the Shu residence kowtowed and bowed down when they saw this important figure in the inner court.

Yan Dalong asked: "Where are the Shuliang people?"

The master bowed and replied: "The old ancestor is waiting in the inner courtyard."

"Lead the way with me."

The head eunuch responded respectfully, tucked his sleeves in his hands, and carefully led Yan Dalong into the Shu residence.

Shu Liang was still flipping through books in his back-shaped study room, even Yan Dalong didn't notice it when he brought him into the room.

Yan Dalong bowed and said: "Old ancestor."

Shu Liang came back to his senses, let go of the counting, and snorted softly: "Master Yan, why do you need to do such courtesy again, our family has messed up the errand, the emperor doesn't like it, it's already a day gone by."

"If you are the seal of the supervisor of ceremonies for one day, you should receive such a gift for one day."

"Really? Then how many days can I make palm prints?"

"One day."

Shu Liang laughed at himself: "Really? So today is the last day."

"Exactly."

"Then how does His Majesty plan to deal with our family? Convict, imprison, and announce to the world?"

"Your Majesty has a benevolent heart, and he would not treat Long Qian's servant like this." Yan Dalong tucked his sleeves and lowered his eyes, and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty will give you a glass of poisoned wine, and let you kill yourself."

After he finished speaking, he bowed and placed the tray in front of Shu Liang with the tray by his side, and poured out another glass of cloudy wine from the porcelain bottle.

The porcelain cup was transparent, which made the highly poisonous wine look a bit noble.

Shu Liang looked at the glass of wine and thought it was funny, so he laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"Is there any grievance in Shu's palm print?" Yan Dalong asked him, "Aren't you reconciled?"

"Injustice? No injustice. When His Majesty was diving, I served him faithfully. I should be unwilling..." Shu Liang said with a smile, "But, I did all the dirty things for him, but I also enjoyed the glory of the world Power. Now that the government and the people are about to fall, a servant like me is just a mouse in the gutter, a thorn in His Majesty's heart, a thorn in his eye, seeing me, he sees this yellow beam dream of his complete defeat."

He raised his glass and drank it down.

The turbid wine pierced the throat and entered the stomach, and the smell of blood instantly rose from the burning pain.

Shu Liang laughed again, his eyes were blurred, he leaned on the soft pillow of the Arhat bed, seemed drunk, and said: "It's not unusual for people like us to end up like this."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Dalong knew that after a while, blood would rush out from his nasal cavity, ears and eyes, which was unsightly.

He didn't want to watch it anymore.

Turn around and go.

All the way out of the Shu house.

Yan Dalong said to Suitang: "Send someone to teach and go back to the palace quickly to spread the word, saying that Shu Zhangyin has left."

The hall answered.

The sedan chair came out, and when Yan Dalong got on the sedan chair, he looked back, the door was closed behind him.

There was no one in the alley, the shops and houses in the streets and alleys of the entire capital were closed, and there were few pedestrians on the road.The army of King Su's Mansion has arrived in Hejian and is attacking Sanwei in Tianjin.

From time to time, the wounded in the front retreated, bringing back countless rumors.

"Where is Shuanglin?" Yan Dalong asked.

Suitang answered outside the sedan chair: "Master Yan has left the palace, and his destination has not been reported to the Inner Supervisor. But the direction is Shen's residence..."

Yan Dalong was silent for a while.

"Shu Liang has committed suicide, and Shen Zhu's fate will not be much better. Tell him when he comes back."

Sui Tang responded and asked: "Palmprint, is the capital going to change?"

It is late August at this time, the autumn colors are getting stronger, the maple leaves are dyed red and fall from the treetops.

Not long after that, it was going to be frost again.

The situation in the capital has been repeated many times in a year, no wonder everyone is in danger.

Yan Dalong sighed: "Yes, it's bitterly cold this day, and it's a sign that things will change."

As soon as Yan Shuanglin stepped into Shen's house, he saw Shen Zhu sitting on a reclining chair under the porch. His complexion was sallow and his eye sockets were sunken, as if he had been ill for a long time.With just one glance, Yan Shuanglin showed a sad face.

"Since you entered Sichuan, Xie Taichu had your spleen on it. It has been two months now, and the wound hasn't healed yet?" Yan Shuanglin asked him.

Shen Zhu shook his head slightly: "You haven't asked since you came back, why are you here today?"

"King Su has arrived in Hejian, and there is chaos in the court. His Majesty bestowed poisonous wine on Shuliang, and it will soon involve you. You should make some plans early."

"Before I entered Shu, you said that I was looking for my own death, and there was no life left. What am I going to do? Where in the world can I be my destination?"

Yan Shuanglin was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he recovered his voice and said hoarsely, "I'm going to ask King Su. He is a nostalgic person, and he will definitely spare your life because of my past service."

Shen Zhu laughed.

He moved his body, and the knife wound under his ribs was so painful that he couldn't help but press there, and coughed violently.

Yan Shuanglin stepped forward to check, and there was blood seeping out from under the gauze.He hurriedly pressed the place, and asked, "Where is the doctor in the mansion?"

"In the backyard...cough...cough...asking for the pulse of the emperor's grandson Zhao Jun."

"I'll invite the doctor." Yan Shuanglin was about to get up, but Shen Zhu grabbed his wrist, and was caught off guard and pulled into his arms.

"The emperor's grandson's breathing became deep in the morning, and his heart beat faster. The doctor said that he seemed to wake up, so I asked him to keep watch."

Yan Shuanglin was startled: "The grandson of the emperor wants to wake up?"

Shen Zhu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mockingly: "Now King Su has arrived in Tianjin, but if Zhao Jun wakes up, who will be the master of this world? You should remember that the grandson of the emperor is the rightful successor of the first prince. Even King Su Can't beat him."

Yan Shuanglin was speechless.

Shen Zhu coughed and laughed again: "Don't worry, how can a person who has been in a coma for the past few years wake up so easily, and even if he wakes up, how can he take action immediately."

Yan Shuanglin looked at him laughing and coughing, and instinctively felt that this person was hateful.

Shen Zhuhu said: "Do you remember the scene when we first met?"

Yan Shuanglin was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

"It was my first time to go to the palace of Le'an County to have a banquet." Shen Zhudao, "That day at the beginning of autumn, there was a wet light rain, and I was a few minutes late. Everyone was noisy, fighting, singing and singing. King Le'an Write a new song for the old words, let you sing... When I arrived, the servant took me into the courtyard, the candles and torches flickered by the lake, and in your light, sang "Yu Lin Ling" a cappella."

He stroked Yan Shuanglin's face.

"How can there be such a person singing such words. It penetrates into my heart. Shuanglin, I am a man of few words, and I feel that my status is inferior to that of a nobleman, so I dare not mention this matter. But I don't care about your Mind……"

Yan Shuanglin turned his head away: "Stop talking."

Shen Zhu was silent for a while, then let go of his hand, and Yan Shuanglin stood up.

For a moment, the two fell into a deadlock of silence.

"I've said everything that needs to be said. Return the friendship to the king, and I'm taking my leave." Yan Shuanglin said.

Shen Zhu stopped looking at him, and replied hoarsely: "Okay. Take care."

He watched Yan Shuanglin's figure walk through the corridor and through the flower gate.

There was a fallen maple leaf that quietly fell on Shuanglin's shoulder, but he didn't notice it, and took the red maple leaf away from Shen Zhu's sight.

For some reason, at this moment, Shen Zhu didn't want to say goodbye to him.

I want to chase him back, hold him in my arms, and never separate.

But he should go after all.

"Master, doctor, please go to the courtyard..." The servant arrived at his side at some time.

"what happened?"

"The emperor's grandson seems to be really waking up."

Shen Zhu nodded: "Help me."

Yan Shuanglin just got into the sedan chair, and before the curtain was lowered, he heard a scream.

Someone screamed: "Killed——!"

He was startled, and strode back. When he walked into Shen Zhu's main courtyard, the figure on the reclining chair in the porch was gone.He asked the servant, "Where is Shen Zhuren?"

The servant was flustered and dazed, and replied, "I just went to the side courtyard."

Yan Shuanglin felt uneasy at this moment, he was so familiar with Shen Zhu's house, he had already hurried to the side courtyard without the servants leading the way, when he arrived in the side yard, several people rushed out from inside, and one of his robes was splashed with water. The one with blood was none other than Dr. Shen.

The door of the wing room was ajar, Yan Shuanglin pushed the door and entered, and when he looked up, he saw that the emperor's grandson, who had been sleeping for a long time, had woken up, holding a thin sharp knife polished from iron in his hand, and pierced Shen Zhu's chest.

Blood flows into a river.

Yan Shuanglin's whole body was cold, he grabbed the hand of Emperor Taisun Zhao Jun almost instinctively, and said: "Your Highness, please let go of the sharp blade!"

The emperor's grandson gasped for breath, looked at Yan Shuanglin, and recognized him after a while. He hadn't spoken for a long time: "I, I...know you...you are Feng'an."

"It's me. Your Highness, it's me." Yan Shuanglin knelt down and wept, "Please let Shen Zhu go, Your Highness."

Maybe it was because of exhaustion, or maybe Yan Shuanglin's pleading had an effect, Zhao Jun let go of his hand.

Yan Shuanglin supported Shen Zhu and fell to the ground.

The blood in Zhao Jun's hand stained the brocade quilt red. He looked at the blood and laughed miserably for a moment: "Shen Zhu insulted my father's body, I, as the grandson of the emperor, how could I let such an enemy go... I woke up It's been a few days, and I've exhausted everything, and I'm fighting hard... It's considered, it's considered a shame for my father."

Those hatreds in the past, and the coma of the past year have already exhausted Zhao Jun's fuel, and there is no trace of his innocence and nobility. The blood was mixed together.Then the emperor's grandson Zhao Jun fell on the bed, dying.

"...Zhao Ji...the traitor..." He whispered, his anger was like a thread, as if he was not reconciled.

Yan Shuanglin said to Zhao Jun: "My lord has already killed Han Chuanjun and captured the Kaiping mansion. Now the situation is like a prairie fire. My lord Zhao Yuan will definitely liquidate the former prince's enmity. Zhao Ji cannot escape."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Jun looked at him, as if to see if he was sincere.

After a while, as if he had got the answer, the ten-year-old boy who was suffering from difficulties closed his eyes.

"Second Brother..." He called Zhao Yuan and stopped breathing.

Yan Shuanglin helped Shen Zhu, who was bleeding profusely, out of the room.

Everyone in the courtyard ran away, so everything was silent.

Blood poured out from Shen Zhu's chest along the skirt of his clothes, mixing in the mud.

He held Yan Shuanglin's hand tightly.

"Feng An..." he said.

"I'm here."

"Xie Taichu once said that I have a great calamity, and I seem to have a great merit. You all said that this refers to the Yeling Rebellion and Zhao Jun." Shen Zhu said, "Actually, it was you..."

"What did you say?"

Shen Zhu touched his cheek with bloody hands, he lay in the arms of his beloved, and smiled with tears in his eyes: "Lin Feng'an, meeting you is a catastrophe in my life, saving you is my merit in this life. "

Yan Shuanglin burst into tears.

"I am a sinful person, and I have become a running dog of rebellious officials and thieves. I will never be able to clean up such a past. Die at Zhao Jun's hands, you don't need to be sad, it is just the inevitable end. I don't regret it."

Shen Zhu was not sad, he only looked in the direction of Yan Shuanglin, but his eyes were blurred, so he smiled and asked, "Do you... remember the lyrics you sang that day?"

"Remember, it's Liu Yong's "Raining Bells."

"I always... always want to hear you sing again... just the last one."

Yan Shuanglin opened his mouth, but couldn't let his vocal cords make a sound for a long time. After a while, he wiped away his tears and sang hoarsely: "Love has hurt parting since ancient times, let alone the Qingqiu Festival. Where is the drunkenness tonight? The wind and the moon on the banks of the willows. "

He was sobbing so hard that his singing became even more absurd.

But Shen Zhu listened, as if he had returned to the previous night and met the previous person.

He chose a wrong path and did a wrong thing, but in the end, he met a worthy person.

Not in vain.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the red leaf resting on Yan Shuanglin's shoulder quietly fell.

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