feud

Wang Bing woke up once in the middle of the night, and Cen Li felt the person in his arms move, and woke up too. Wang Bing asked He Zhinian's whereabouts, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Cen Li woke up early in the morning and saw the packaged luggage on the case, presumably Wang Bing had already packed all the clothes, but no one was there.

Wang Bing walked in from the outside holding the stove in his hand. Cen Li had already got up and tidied up the couch. He went up to meet him and said, "Where have you been? What are you doing with these things? You're tired."

"I'm going to help Zhinian pack his things, but I can't help much." Wang Bing smiled and said, "Are you still free to talk to me here?"

Cen Li hugged him in his arms and said, "I miss you."

"I'm still following you." Wang Bing patted him lightly on the shoulder, "As you said, I'm following you, and I'm not going anywhere. Hua Xin, the army is all recruits and has never been on the battlefield. The empty city with copper walls and iron walls cannot be taken lightly."

Cen Li laughed in his heart that he didn't tell himself, let go, led him to sit on the couch, and said, "Ah Qing, what kind of person do you think Sun Li is?"

Wang Bing thought for a while, and said: "Loyalty and bravery are commendable, no two pure ministers."

Cen Li said: "Do you think...he can lead..."

Wang Bing frowned rarely, and immediately interrupted him: "Hua Xin, you must never have such an idea in the future. The world with the Liu surname is falling apart, and the members of the Liu family will have to piece it together. Bloodlines cannot be faked. do you know?"

Cen Li quietly looked at the toe of Wang Bing's shoe.

"Look at me." Wang Bing turned his body, "Hua Xin, listen to me, people live in this world, there is no mission that must be shouldered, but there is no truly extraordinary person. Geng, the general leads the army, and the emperor governs the country. There seems to be a net on the earth and the world. No one can escape. It is doomed at birth." Wang Bing went to pull Cenli's hand, interlocked his fingers, and stuck it to his chest Before looking at him, he said: "Everyone is like this, otherwise in this world, I really don't know where I can accommodate myself."

Cen Li clearly felt the strong and rhythmic heartbeat coming from the palm of his hand, and asked knowingly: "If I don't become the prince, will you stop following me?"

Wang Bing said: "I will always love you, but this is different..."

Cen Li pressed his hand on the couch, hugged him with the other, and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I just want you, I don't care about those people, they have nothing to do with me whether they live or die relationship. Wouldn’t it be much happier if we go to Runan, a place where no one knows us, than here?”

"But...that's not the life you want. I know, those high-ranking people are like this," Wang Bing's voice trembled, obviously trying to suppress it, "They won't be willing...you too, and one day you will too Leave me, you are a prince, I am a scumbag who is treated like rubbish, if you run away, you will become like me, and there will be no place for us in the whole world."

"What are you talking about?" Cen Li quickly let go of him, Wang Bing's eyes watered and he said, "Do you want to become like me, is this... hopeless?"

Cen Li: "Don't think about it—"

Wang Bing interrupted him, smiled sadly, and said: "Only in your eyes, I am Wang Xin, but in other people's mouths, I am the son of a heinous traitor, the offspring of a sinner who deserves to be condemned. I I can't bear to have you become like me, you have loyal subordinates, and you still have a chance to fight against the sky, so please don't say such disheartening words again, it will make me feel...more sinful..."

Cen Li lowered his head and walked out of the door very slowly step by step. He closed the door, turned around, and suddenly ran wildly. The wind whistled past his ears. The warm sun and leaves, the wooden house door, and the soldiers who were too late to say hello... the scene... Fast backwards, as if a net with its own consciousness kept chasing him, he wanted to cry loudly in the rush to lose himself, but he couldn't do it, there was not a single tear, probably it had been shed long ago.

Have you shed tears?

—Probably.

Remember why you cried?

——It can only be because of him.

Cen Li kept running, and unknowingly ran to the Great Britain Palace. He panted and looked up, the dilapidated roof was covered with unknown leaves, and the surrounding was surprisingly quiet.He just stared blankly like this. After a long time, the sun tilted to the right, the wind picked up, and the ruins were whimpering, as if they were welcoming the former owner—look, you have come full circle, and finally returned here Yes.

"It's all a disaster." Cen Li thought of the girl covered in burns, and was really happy for their reunion.He laughed a few times, sat on the ground, curled up his feet, hugged his head, and assumed a self-protection posture that he thought would be the safest against all injuries, and murmured: "It's better to die, go to die...Why, I just want to be alone, to be with him, to live in peace and stability. What kind of prince and emperor... I don't want it at all, just let others take care of this mess, why me! Why..."

-

It was completely dark. In the school grounds, Sun Li went to the city wall to arrange the last patrol. They will leave tomorrow. I heard from the people below that Zhuang Shenqiu still has the same evil intentions. He comes to him every day. Fortunately, Tiefutu is The tone was tight, and no one told about Sun Li hiding in the school grounds, thus avoiding embarrassment.

However, fate is sometimes so magical. Even though it was the last night, Zhuang Shenqiu still found him.

This time, Zhuang Shenqiu brought him a trouser pleated jacket, five wagons full of dry food and water, and piled them up at the gate of the city, causing other soldiers to click their tongues.

Sun Li: "..."

Zhuang Shenqiu sat down, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip before putting it down.Said: "Well, Mr. Sun, I heard that you are going to set off tomorrow. I think tomorrow's army expedition will be unprecedentedly grand, and I don't have the role of a woman to speak, so I want to come tonight to give you a farewell party, not to Sun The son is causing trouble, right?"

Sun Li wished he could dig a hole and sneak out directly to the city gate. He cleared his throat, and said with a smirk: "Ahem... the girl has a heart, it's a war, how many people go back alone and don't die?" If you want to be half-crippled, Sun is the same, this is a job of licking blood with the tip of a knife, the girl should stop wasting time on Sun."

"Repaying your life-saving grace, how can it be said that it is a waste of time?" Zhuang Shenqiu said: "A man was born in troubled times, and he should carry a three-foot sword to achieve immortality. I can understand that the sword in the hero's hand is not blood-stained. Yes. This is probably the last time I will sit here and talk to you."

"What?" The second monk, Sun Lizhang, couldn't figure it out, thinking that this wishful woman was going to die for her, no, no.

"After tonight, I will no longer be Zhuang Shenqiu. From now on..." Zhuang Shenqiu forced a smile and said, "I don't know who I am from now on."

Xiao Jia came in and said worriedly to Zhuang Shenqiu, "Girl, we should go."

Zhuang Shenqiu got up from his seat, walked to Sun Li, knelt down, cupped his hands and raised his chest, slowly lowered his head, resting his forehead on the back of his hands for a while, then raised his head and straightened his upper body, "Thank you in late autumn for Sun Li's life-saving grace. , I will only have the chance to repay you in the next life.”

What a solemn Jishou ceremony, but Sun Li sat at a loss.

-

Red, everything you see is red, flying and beating, more cheerful than banners, like the most beautiful angel in the world, twirling the skirt in the wind.

Neither Sun Li nor Gao Yue participated in this wedding, which was comparable to the emperor's ascension to the throne. The show was for people who didn't know.Cen Li was wearing a black wedding dress with red borders and gold, sitting in the main room of the mansion, looking indifferently at the people who came in to give gifts and congratulations, thinking: There are so many people here, if everyone can use their bodies to block In front of the Chu army's sword, why worry about not winning this battle.

In fact, Zhuang Mingchen was in charge of the affairs of the scene, and most of the people in Pingyang County were survivors of the Zhao Kingdom, and all Liang people had been slaughtered long ago.Seeing His Royal Highness knelt down with tears streaming down his face, what could he do if he said nothing more than complaints and hopes?He is the prince, that person said, this is fate.

The wedding banquet was almost over, and Cen Li walked to the door of their wedding room. There were people on both sides helping him take off his boots, and when he entered, the door was still so dazzling red.

The couch was covered with grains. Cen Li had just walked a few steps when he bumped into something at his feet. He looked down and saw it was a fan. He was not angry, and he didn't go around it. He stepped over the fan and walked over.

Behind the screen, Zhuang Shenqiu was dressed in a black suit and sat at the desk. He didn't look forward to much, as if he was a sinner who was pressed in the yamen waiting for trial. The same was true for Cen Li, except that the two death sentences The criminals were very calm.

"The ceremony must be thoughtful." Zhuang Shenqiu kept looking at the gourd that had been cut into two gourds on the table. The two gourds were connected by a red line. The bride and groom each took a gourd to drink, and drank a gourd together.Zhuang Shenqiu thought: This watermelon is actually quite pitiful.

Cen Li reminded her: "The ceremony is for others to see, there is no one else here."

Zhuang Shenqiu said, "That's true. If that's the case, you don't need to drink this wine, please feel free." After speaking, he got up, walked to the side of the couch, swept the red dates and longan on the floor, and fell asleep with his clothes on .

Cen Li didn't respond, he went behind the screen to change the groom's clothes, opened the door and put on the boots by himself, and then the waiters all left. After all, the beauty of a beautiful day is not something that others can casually listen to outside the door.He jumped onto the roof and quietly left the manor house. He turned his head and looked at the red silk tree at the gate of the manor house. The leaves had all fallen, and he looked like a girl who had carefully dressed herself standing in this deserted place looking at herself. , red, what a disgusting color.

He didn't like the color like blood.

-

The school grounds were much cooler than usual, probably because a lot of people went to drink wedding wine and haven't come back yet.

He Zhinian salvaged a bucket of water from the well, took the saponins and washed his clothes in the yard. The clothes were stained with his own blood, especially on the sleeves. It's even more troublesome.

He didn't care about taking care of the two patients. That barbarian didn't want his body to be like that and went to drink wedding wine. He wouldn't waste time and energy on this kind of person who gave up on himself, even though Sun Li came to him several times after leaving there last night .

After hanging the washed clothes on the air, He Zhinian tidied himself up and untied the bound wide sleeves. Even though his face was very ugly due to excessive blood loss and staying up late, he still had to smile to see that person.

"My lord, take your medicine." He Zhinian opened the door and closed it again. He was glad that there was only one light, otherwise his dead face would have scared Wang Bing. Today he gouged out a piece of flesh the size of a palm, and the blood flowed There are all kinds of cases, but fortunately, he has tasted the important formula of Wuhuan blindly, which is something to be happy about.

Wang Bing was writing something at the side of the table, He Zhinian approached, put down the food table, his hands trembling a little, "Young master, draw at night, carefully hurt your eyes, let's paint tomorrow."

It is a semi-finished product, only drawn with a line, but it can still be seen clearly. It shows two people, one with his back against the window, and the other being pushed in front of that person by the crowd, even the reluctant expression is depicted. When they came out, even though the person being squeezed was in ragged clothes, He Zhinian could tell at a glance that it was Liu Huaxin.

Then, the person who hasn't painted his facial features must be the son.

He Zhinian was still distracted. At this moment, someone suddenly walked past the house. They were five people who had just come out of the mansion and were still drunk. It was obvious that they were blinded by alcohol and went in the wrong direction. There is no one else in the row of rooms except Wang Bing.

"Excellent! This wine is excellent! As expected of the richest man in the Chu Kingdom, this Zhuang Mingchen, even the wine that he gave to us filthy soldiers is from the best restaurant in the city. It's so fucking cool!"

"Now that I am asked to use a knife to kill people, I have done so. With such a rich master, who the hell wouldn't want to be an ox or a horse for him?"

"You... uh! You're just being treated like an ox or a horse! How can it be like our Highness, huh? That's really cool, this Zhuang Mingchen's favorite jewel, I heard that she is a great beauty! That breast must feel like it It’s a masterpiece hahahahaha.”

Wang Bing put down his pen, stared at the painting with a smile on his face, and said, "Zhi Nian."

He Zhinian: "?"

"There should be many people in this world who desperately want to leave some traces after death, good or bad, can arouse the living people's thoughts on him, but will this really last forever? Saints always say that they sacrifice their lives bravely, make contributions and then go down in history, but I want to die cleanly, and it is best to erase everyone's memory about me." Wang Bing smiled foolishly, shook his head, and looked at He Zhinian, "I think people should There is no afterlife, and this cycle of cause and effect is really not a relief."

He Zhinian looked bewildered, he didn't know what Wang Bing wanted to express, as a child picked up by someone, he didn't even know what his master was thinking, it really shouldn't be.He Zhinian couldn't be blamed for this, because even Cen Li himself couldn't figure out what Wang Bing was thinking.

He Zhinian was afraid that he would be addicted to drugs, so he took the bowl over while coaxing him, and said, "My lord, you will always be in Zhinian's heart, come here."

Wang Bing's face changed slightly, and his voice sounded extremely aggrieved, "I don't want to eat, it's so bitter."

He Zhinian had no choice but to put the bowl aside first, and asked cautiously, "My lord, what's the matter with you?" Tonight is Liu Huaxin's wedding night, and this incident has spread throughout Pingyang. As I mentioned before, he must have known it long ago.

Such a person who paints here alone is willing to push the person he loves the most into someone else's wedding room, both of them are madly asking for guilt.

Wang Bing suddenly bent down and grabbed the paper, rubbed it into his arms, and said tremblingly, "I don't want...I don't want to eat...Where is he? Where is Hua Xin..."

How could it be possible to be indifferent!That is the person he will follow for the rest of his life, why marry someone else now?He didn't do anything wrong, why does God always hold him high and then remove the ladder and let him fall down by himself.

There must have been a lot of people drinking and drinking on Hua Xin's wedding night all night long, right?Where is Hua Xin... Where is he... Is he traveling with others?Or are you asking for the same guilt as yourself?Forget it... It's better not to be like yourself, and toss yourself half to death, what will change this cruel reality.Who can agree that the prince of a country is with the son of a traitor?If he wants to live, he has to hide in Wang Xin's body and breathe every breath of dirty air. Wang Bing will never be able to be with Liu Huaxin, and Wang Xin may be okay.Wang Bing is very sure that if they are not together, it will be more terrible than death.

"I...not reconciled, did I do something wrong? Zhinian, tell me, why...why...I don't even fight or grab it anymore, why does God still generously give away my few remaining treasures to others? Then As for me...I have nothing...I'm not a king and I'm sick, God won't let me go..."

Such a person covered in scars, crying bitterly while holding a piece of paper, complaining about the injustice of fate, makes people want to hold him in his arms and love him when he sees it, how can he destroy it?If God really has eyes, he must be pretending to be blind.He Zhinian put his thin arms around Wang Bing, and felt that the man was shaking like a kitten that had been stepped on, and the tears didn't wet any corner of his clothes, they were all smeared on the paper.That's right, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make this person read his name when he was in pain, it was all futile.

Wang Bing didn't want to take medicine anymore. Every time he was in pain and was about to die, Cen Li would appear, and that person would look at him compassionately like a Buddha statue. What is this... self-torture?Maybe, as long as I can see that person, it doesn't matter if I hurt again.He is too greedy, he wants everything, and he doesn't want to fight for it. He only has the ability to hurt himself, but he doesn't have the guts to make a final judgment on other people's crimes.

Liu Huaxin... where are you?Don't get married, I'll go with you, okay?Wang Bing yelled loudly in his heart, his soul seemed to be split in two, and two giants fought fiercely in every inch of his bones and every drop of blood.

It's ridiculous, how could he make Cen Li become like himself... the same as being spurned and abused by the world as disgusting phlegm, this is not something you can do when you love someone, the world says that to love someone is to give everything for him , Willing to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire.So in the end, the only one who suffers is himself.

Love, pain, suffer.

He Zhinian felt that he was completely a clown, an outsider, no one thought he could save anyone at a time like this.So he just hugged Wang Bing for a while, repeatedly assuring Wang Bing that Liu Huaxin would come back, but what's the use?Wang Bing is not a child, and He Zhinian can't afford the candy he wants, so it's no use coaxing him, he only wants Liu Huaxin alone.

"Young master, don't cry, I'll go find him, he will come, he will come... don't cry, okay? Zhinian will find him for you, don't cry anymore..." He Zhinian nodded Wang Bing's sleeping hole, watching him slowly close his eyes with tears on his face, like a falling death butterfly.He carried Wang Bing horizontally to the couch, this action tore the wound on his arm, the blood stained his sleeve, but he had no time to take care of it.

He brought the bowl of medicine added with Wuhuan to the side of the couch, and He Zhinian fed it with a spoon, but he didn't feed much. He was going crazy, got up and put the "medicine" back on the desk, touched With the dagger on his chest, he strode out of the room.