Invitation

This night they hugged and lay on the bed after taking a bath, the red candles flickered, and the time was peaceful and quiet, as if it had been like this for the past ten years, but in the end they didn't know who fell in love first, and the warm kiss changed. Like the rough absurdity of the night before leaving, they gave each other the most tender kisses and caresses this night, as if enjoying an endless night of tenderness, Yunyu kept telling him to slow down, humming softly as if acting like a baby— —He likes the two of them being entangled in this intimate way, it's good to be slow, and he hopes that the peak happiness will never come.

When the two faced each other naked, he inevitably saw the wound on He Lanzhao's stomach. He couldn't imagine how dangerous the situation was, but He Lanzhao still had a playful smile on his face. He couldn't laugh because the person in front of him would leave tomorrow. , with old wounds that haven't healed yet.

He looked pitiful and pious with lowered eyebrows and eyes. He Lanzhao stroked his hair and said softly, "I've been tossing you for too long tonight. I'll leave early tomorrow morning. You sleep with you, so don't send me off."

Yunyu frowned: "I'm not tired."

He Lanzhao smiled, and kissed his brow: "My heart aches."

Yunyu still frowned at him.

He Lanzhao said softly: "Be good, don't make me worry when I come back."

Yunyu smiled wryly: "I have nothing to worry about." He hugged He Lanzhao into his arms and hugged him tightly, like holding a handful of sand that would flow away, and whispered to him in an almost begging tone. Said in my ear: "You must be fine..."

He Lanzhao patted him on the back and replied, "Yes."

Time flies in the chaos of war. Since the last time we left Luoyang, two years have passed in the blink of an eye.After He Lanzhao moved to Hebei, he wrote a few letters to Yunyu, but he said very little. His handwriting was extremely hasty and scribbled, most of which were long speeches under the spotlight. flowed with difficulty.He Lanzhao accompanied Er Zhurong to fight north and south, walked through northern Xinjiang, Hebei, and Guanlong, watched him recruit fierce generals, and followed him from the beginning to the limelight, but gradually felt that something was wrong.

He mentioned this matter in his correspondence with Yunyu. He felt that Er Zhurong's desire might not be as simple as being a general. , brave, brave, strong and sharp, holding a mighty weapon, it is unknown whether it is evil or righteous, but He Lanzhao is still too guarded. Conspiracy", do not understand the truth of the thief of the country, the blood of thousands of people can achieve the nobleness of the sky.

In the first year of Wutai, Erzhu Rongna Feimu advised him to gather civil and military officials in Heyin under the pretext of offering sacrifices, and kill them at one stroke.As soon as this plan came out, Er Zhurong's confidants were shocked. He Lanzhao was shocked by Er Zhurong's viciousness, and immediately decided to break with Er Zhurong to the death. He knew that he was only one of Er Zhurong's generals and could not compete with Er Zhurong. The only thing that can disrupt this crazy plan is leaking secrets, so he wrote a letter about the incident overnight and sent it secretly to the court, and another letter was sent to Yunyu. He knew that even if the plan failed due to leaking secrets, Er Zhurong would not Being overthrown by this incident, he might be purged by Erzhu's party because of his infidelity. If Yunyu knew about this, he would definitely be involved in the fight, but he was really worried about being in the temple. Yunyu only tactfully said in the letter that no matter what happened recently, she must not leave Luoyang.

However, He Lanzhao miscalculated Er Zhurong's caution.The document sent to the imperial court was intercepted halfway, Er Zhurong was furious, and planned to clean up the "traitors" as an example to others.

When He Lanzhao saw the intercepted document, he knew that he had no way out. He knew that he would die no matter whether the matter was successful or not, so his heart was still calm, and he had no regrets until today, but it was regrettable that he could not prevent a disaster. Crazy massacre, but I am also glad that my letter to Yunyu was not intercepted, and it would be nice if I could protect him alone.There was dead silence in Er Zhurong's military tent, and everyone dared not speak out with their frightened and bewildered eyes. Before he entered the tent, he glanced at the sky. Sighed silently——

What a beautiful weather, suitable for seeing him off.

He just regrets not dying happily on the battlefield.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body is strong, but he has not been trained in torture, so the time of torture is extremely painful and long.The weather in April was still chilly, and he was wearing only a light single shirt, and he was tortured in the morning light in full view of everyone.

He understands Er Zhurong's intentions, to kill chickens to make an example of monkeys, the punishments are as painful as they are, and he will be killed when the punishment is exhausted, so he doesn't have to worry about completely destroying a person's body. It completely aroused people's fear and awe, so that they would not dare to betray him again, but He Lanzhao didn't want to scream. In order to hold back the screams under torture, he unconsciously bit his tongue. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his neck. The executioner thought he was He bit his tongue and stuffed a cloth into his mouth.

A large piece of red-hot iron was pressed on the human skin, from the shoulders to the chest to the belly, and a dazzling white mist rose in the sun. The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh. He Lanzhao unconsciously struggled desperately. Several iron nails were driven into his lungs, and his neck was tightly strangled, which made it harder for him to breathe when he was in pain. The harder he tried to breathe, the harder his lungs rubbed against the rough iron nails. In the excruciating pain, he smashed his head against the pillar behind him, and after a brief moment of absence, he heard Er Zhurong's cold voice: "Pick it away."

He couldn't speak, and Er Zhurong could only hear He Lanzhao's broken voice mixed with groaning and cursing. He hated to see He Lanzhao's eyes, the wolf-like fierce eyes he had admired before, so He said, "Pick it off."

The wound that had just been scorched black was slowly and forcibly picked open with a knife, revealing a blurred piece of flesh and blood.He Lanzhao finally lost that look in his eyes, and also lost the strength to curse. The executioner poured a bowl of water on his face, waking him up from a coma.

Er Zhurong said, "Use hot water."

This is not torture to extract a confession, this is a public torture before death, without rhythm, without giving people a chance to breathe.Boiling water was poured down the bright red flesh that had been picked apart, but He Lanzhao could only convulse weakly.

This torture was carried out under the bright sun, and because of the lack of dying screams, there was a death-like silence. This silence even had a sense of mysterious ritual, like ancient sacrifices, sacrifices to power, sacrifices to killing, sacrifices to betrayal, sacrifices Morality, worship and death.

Er Zhurong said, "Cut off his letter-writing hand."

At this time, He Lanzhao no longer looked like a living person. He was tortured like a bloody puppet with only stumps left. Only his slightly fluttering chest could prove that he was still breathing. Er Zhurong glanced around at the silent people. The subordinate couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart, he felt that one day his congregation would betray their relatives.So he said: "Put the owl's head in the afternoon and hang it outside the military tent."

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and He Lanzhao was tied to a wooden stool alone, sitting in the still cold April breeze, the faint morning light had dissipated, and the noon sun was too bright to open his eyes.He could feel his life dissipating bit by bit, he didn't even have the strength to breathe, and every weak exhalation and inhalation was ravaging. The wound was numb from the pain, he was just weak, and every second was weaker than the last.

He has no fear, no anger, only nostalgia.He is strongly nostalgic for this world, this world that hasn't had time to see him and his sweetheart grow old together.

He was of Xianbei blood, grew up in northern Xinjiang, entered Luoyang, and lived to be 26 years old. In his short life, he met a sweetheart who loved him heart and soul, but unfortunately he hadn't had time to marry him.

His vision gradually went dark, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears.He knew that he was probably dying. In the quiet darkness, he saw himself riding a horse and galloping in the sunset of the boundless desert and long river in northern Xinjiang, and saw the barbarian boy in Luoyang city helplessly catch the firework alley. Throwing down the veil, seeing...

Seeing a gentle and handsome Pianpian young man who accompanied him through the young and frivolous, that person wrote his name in the quiet candlelight, watched him smile by the warm bonfire, and expressed his heart desperately and stubbornly in the middle of the night, with lingering lips and teeth Entrusting his whole life to him, under the scorching peach blossoms, he intentionally teased him, deliberately made a posture of falling down, but he subconsciously opened his arms, and he did not hesitate to block him when the wolves were besieging him.

Yunyu...

I promised to treat him well for the rest of my life, but unfortunately his life is too short, so that's the end of it.

Thousands of years later, when He Lanzhao faces the ice mirror he gave Yunyu back then, he will definitely think of this past event, and will eventually understand the reason - he died tragically back then, suffered all kinds of torture, and there was no bones left, but he was safe. Entering reincarnation, no obsession, because he thought he was protecting Yunyu until his death.

He died without regrets, seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence.

After He Lanzhao's death, Er Zhurong sent his troops to Luoyang to set up a new emperor and abolish the young emperor. In the name of offering sacrifices to heaven, he ordered all civil and military officials to go to Heyin. All serving officials must be present.Because Yunyu received He Lanzhao's letter, she was afraid that there would be changes, so she didn't want to leave Luoyang, but offering sacrifices to heaven is a big matter, and it concerns the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. It is hard to tell who is in the Central Plains today. The empress dowager is really weak, and the emperor is too young to take charge. Er Zhurong has made great achievements in quelling the chaos in the six towns. Tell the world.In today's troubled times, the country changes hands too quickly, Yunyu doesn't think otherwise.

He and another imperial servant surnamed Zhao slowed down a little for some reason, but when they arrived, they were completely shocked by the scene in front of them-this is not a sacrifice to heaven, this is a naked massacre!

The sharp arrows pierced the bones, the sand covered the face, the screams were dry, the corpses filled the fields, bleeding and drifting, and the dust was flying. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were surrounded and killed by the army like cattle and sheep surrounded by encirclement. At this time, most of them were dead and injured. Knowing what was going on, he looked angrily at the superior sitting on the high platform. Er Zhurong's eyes were still cold. He stood up, glanced at the people who had been massacred, and then walked over to the late civil servants. before.

His tone was condescending and blunt: "Which of you can write an edict?" Then he said patiently, "Whoever draws up an edict for me, I can spare him from dying."

Yunyu said angrily: "Blood-stained beast! You also distribute documents!"

Er Zhurong squinted his eyes. He vaguely felt that the civil servant looked at him with a dazzling familiarity—yes, those were the eyes that He Lanzhao looked at him before he died. Those eyes were piercingly piercing. .

He said: "You are very similar to an old friend of mine. He often mentioned a friend of his." He glanced at Yunyu's official uniform and found that the grade was also right. "Do you know He Lanzhao?"

Yunyu's pupils suddenly constricted.

Er Zhurong nodded: "That's right. Master Yunbi Ruyun, I heard that you just dealt with Gaodi a few days ago, and you are going to be promoted to the censor. I am short of a document..."

"You're dreaming! If I work with livestock, I will meet you in the dark one day, and I will have no face to face my ancestors."

Er Zhurong smiled coldly. He knew that the civil servant who insulted him would not agree to him. People in high positions always like to see people struggling desperately but being trampled into the mud, but now he doesn't want him to He opened his mouth to speak again, and said, "You are bloody, so let me show you something."

Yunyu followed his movements, and the blood all over her body turned cold instantly.

That is……

That was He Lanzhao's head.

Being grabbed by Er Zhurong's hair in his hand, it was bruised and cold.

For a moment, his eyes were dark, and the sound of killing and cutting turned into a buzzing reverberation, as if something split his head in half, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't speak, and there was a sound in his throat Sounds like convulsions.

He heard his own heavy breathing, he heard his confused murmurs and screams.

"what happened……"

"Whose is that..."

"What's going on! What's going on!!!"

"Azhao!!!...Ah!"

Er Zhurong sighed, and said, "Pour raw lacquer and sink into the lake."

Raw lacquer is highly poisonous, even if a ladle of lacquer is poured down, even if a person does not die, he will not be able to speak again in this life. He fell to the ground, his broken throat made a dry hissing sound as he gasped violently. Someone stabbed him in the back. The heart runs through the chest.

Er Zhurong saw that the people struggling in the pool of blood on the ground were silent, then turned around and asked, "Is there anyone who can write imperial edicts now?"

The lake water was cloudy and cold in April, and he watched his body slowly sink to the bottom of the lake, lying in the soft mud at the bottom of the lake, with the wound and cheeks covered by swaying water plants.Intense hatred and deep-seated love are entangled to death, national hatred, family hatred, and the monstrous resentment aroused at the moment of seeing the dead body of the lover will turn the living soul who is about to enter reincarnation into an evil spirit.

Farewell was too tragic and too unexpected. He didn't understand that young man in fresh clothes and angry horse drunk in Luoyang, that young man who sang on the peach blossom tree, that young man who swore that he would go through fire and water for him, that Shangyuan night... He Lanzhao, who danced by the bonfire and took off his mask and knelt down on one knee for him, the lover who gave him tenderness one night before leaving—that was his lover who was as bright as the sun and as brave as a lone wolf, after two years and more than 700 years Days and nights of heartbreak, his letters are still in his case, he can recite every word backwards and forwards, his face, voice, and body temperature he revisits in his dreams again and again, he is full of longing for war In the end, he waited for him for four full years, he thought he would definitely go home, why did he see his cold and unrecognizable head when we met him again.

The karma and love and hate in the previous life are read in a cruel sentence with death and blood. Looking back in time, the newborn ghost still remembers that the relationship with the lover in his life was a spring day with clear morning dew eight years ago. He was a handsome young man, showing a pair of small canine teeth with a smile. He cupped his fists at him and said loudly:

"He Lanzhao, I have met Mr. Yun."

The author has something to say: The past life chapter ended tragically.

I was so uncomfortable that I wrote about depression several times, so I will take it slow first.

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with the nutrient solution.

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 26 bottles of Xiaocang, 10 bottles of gentian violet, and 10 bottles of Jiang Chazi