Volume 7 Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao, the young man is raising his sword Chapter 204 The wind and rain are desolate, the dead are gone
At night.
Everything was silent, and the hustle and bustle of the day disappeared without a trace.
Du Heng stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.
The sky was pitch black, with dark clouds covering the moon.
I think the sky is preparing for the next round of storm.
Du Heng stood there and suddenly felt an indescribable chill in the evening breeze.
He cursed a few times and turned his head to look at Su Ling's room.
The door was locked tightly, not even a crack was exposed, only a dim yellow light shone on the window, shining on the window sill, slowly fainting.
Du Heng sighed and said to himself: "I don't understand what this guy thinks about every day. Ever since he came back from Sikong Mansion, he locked himself in the room alone and refused to let anyone in. He looked unhappy.
, I don’t know who provoked him...sigh..."
Du Heng sighed and shook his head, turned back to the kitchen, heated the leftovers again, turned around and took them out.
He came to Su Ling's door and pushed them.
The door was locked from the inside and could not be pushed open. Du Heng shook his head helplessly and called: "Su Ling, open the door, lock yourself in, and don't eat or talk. What are you doing!"
Su Ling's listless voice came from the door: "What do you want..."
Du Heng was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I've heated the food for you eight times, why don't you let me bring it in, and you can take a few bites..."
After a while, Su Ling's voice came from the room again: "If you don't want to eat... if you're not hungry... don't open the door!"
"I..." Du Heng's eyes widened, but he couldn't do anything. He could only curse a few times and said: "Okay, you can just starve to death in the house, no one will care about you...
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Although he said this, he still put the food at the door, and then returned to his room with a sigh.
After he left for a long time, the door slowly opened with a creak.
Su Ling stood in front of the door, her brows slightly furrowed and her face solemn. She looked up at the sky and felt that it was about to rain.
He shook his head and sighed again, then looked down and saw the tray with food placed at the door.
In the tray, there is a bowl of white porridge, two plates of pickles, and a corn pancake.
Su Ling knew that Du Heng was afraid that he would be hungry, so he left the meals at the door.
He sighed a few times, then regained his composure, shook his head, bowed and picked up the tray with food, turned around and entered the room, placed the tray on the table, turned around and locked the door shut.
The moment I opened the door, the cold wind howled outside, the clouds rolled, and the branches swayed.
Su Ling suddenly felt a chill running down his body.
Close the door firmly.
The cold wind outside was cut off by this locked door.
Only this room soothes myself with warm and dim light.
Eat something...people have to eat, right?
Su Ling ignored the two plates of pickles, only picked up the bowl of white porridge, took a spoonful of it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The aroma of the white porridge in the past was overflowing, and Du Heng's skill in cooking the porridge was even more outstanding.
But today when he ate it, his mouth was filled with bitterness.
Su Ling forced herself to swallow the porridge, feeling even more bitter in her intestines and stomach.
He simply didn't care about this and just ate the porridge. The spoon in his hand was full of spoonfuls of white porridge.
Su Ling just ignored it, buried her head, and stuffed spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, moving faster and faster, as if she was repeating this action mechanically, and it had nothing to do with eating.
Until my mouth was filled to the brim with white porridge.
He suddenly stopped in a daze.
The white porridge flowed slightly from the corner of his mouth.
He seemed completely unaware and didn't even bother to wipe it.
However, as soon as the movements of his hands stopped, his entire shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.
The moment he raised his head again.
Tears burst down his face. His face was filled with tears.
He was like a helpless child, crying silently. The tears flowed freely on his face. He didn't wipe them away, and let the tears flow, bit by bit, into the bowl of porridge.
He just cried silently.
Eyes full of sadness, helplessness and broken sorrow.
There was even a hint of anger.
The porridge was mixed with tears.
But I couldn't eat it.
Then he slowly put the bowl down.
Looking at the dancing lights, my eyes were filled with tears.
He recalled everything that happened in Sikong Mansion over and over again in his mind.
That was the source of his sorrow.
He tried his best, tried his best to argue, tried his best to defend, even begged and threatened.
He even said that he would not be a general or commander.
He has only one purpose, to banish the immortal Li Zhibai for his innocence.
He begged Sikong Xiao Yuanche not to execute Li Zhibai.
That master of poetry and prose who banished immortality.
However, Xiao Yuanche was not moved at all. He even angrily accused Su Ling of completely ignoring the overall situation, which was immature and ridiculously childish.
Lidya Su didn't understand.
I can't understand it at all.
Does saving innocent lives have anything to do with the overall situation and immaturity?
What's more, the person who was rescued was a man of character who spoke out and outspokenly at the critical moment and only pursued pure articles for himself - Li Zhibai!
Is it the so-called superior who cannot tolerate anyone who doesn’t agree with him even a little bit?
Is it true that the so-called superiors, for the sake of their own so-called overall interests, can kill an innocent person without any regard? No matter if this person is an innocent common person or a writer?
Power makes people cold-blooded and crazy!
Are all the superiors in the world like this?
He was almost entangled with Xiao Yuanche to the point of breaking up.
But after all, he is not the superior one.
He couldn't resist this superior who always flaunted his decisiveness in killing.
He recalled over and over again that when he saw that the situation was out of control, Guo Baiyi winked at him hurriedly, not to mention trying to smooth things over and pull him back from the dead end.
Then he was dragged out of Sikong Mansion by Guo Baiyi.
He also asked him, brother in white, what crime did Li Zhibai commit? He was just a master who devoted himself to studying poetry.
He never succumbed to the emperor's orders, nor did he succumb to Sikong's power.
He really just followed his heart and said what he should say.
At the last moment of the Longhuang Poetry Society, he still followed his true intention and chose Su Ling's poetry as the leader.
He followed his own character!
But that's why.
The emperor will not tolerate him! Qingliu will not tolerate him! Sikong will not tolerate him either!
This world is so absurd.
Keep your heart, no!
It’s not okay to focus on writing articles and learning!
It’s okay not to follow the trend and lose your integrity!
You must stand in line, you must stand in line, and you must stand in line and choose your master. Only in this way can you survive!
Ridiculous? Ridiculous!
Isn’t it absurd? If everyone in the world is not like this, how can it be absurd?
Su Ling's hands couldn't help trembling, and they clenched together hard, unable to calm down for a long time...
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Late at night.
Taiwei Yang's Mansion.
Everyone has gone to sleep.
Only the study at the back of the house still shimmered with light.
Yang Wenxian, the Grand Lieutenant of the Jin Dynasty, was sitting alone in front of the table, looking at the dancing flames, with a look of desolation and sadness on his face.
The Yang family was a famous member of a prominent family in the Jin Dynasty.
After four generations, the ancestors came one after another. As the fifth-generation leader of the Yang family, he worked hard and cautiously. He did not form factions, seek selfish interests, or take sides, and maintained an uncontested mind.
Finally, the Yang family went through many ups and downs, and finally became a powerful and important family standing tall in their own hands.
He thought that if he did not take sides, respected the emperor, and stayed away from the party, the Yang family would be able to live in peace for generations to come.
But he still lost.
The moment Long Huang collapsed, he, Yang Wenxian, and the entire family behind him were completely defeated.
Yang Wenxian held a bronze mirror in his hand.
He slowly glanced at himself in the bronze mirror.
Wrinkles pile up, and hair is as white as frost.
"I am getting old after all... Maybe choosing to leave voluntarily is the best result..." Yang Wenxian sighed and muttered to himself, his voice sad.
But, did he really just leave without a trace?
When he left, everything was over.
But what should he do with his son Yang Shuzu who is just the right age?
What will happen to the fate of the entire Yang family behind him?
Yang Wenxian, Yang Wenxian, can you really just ignore everything?
Suddenly, in his ashen eyes, the fire of hope that had been extinguished for a long time was inexplicably ignited in an instant.
Under the candlelight, there was fire burning in his eyes, as if burning the last energy of his old body.
Something must be done! Must be done!
If nothing else, I am the patriarch of the Yang family!
I am also a Grand Lieutenant of the Jin Dynasty!
Yang Wenxian suddenly stood up, grabbed a large wad of rice paper, and with trembling hands, spread the rice paper flatly on the desk in front of him.
Study ink and pick up pen.
After a little thought, his pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and lines of small seal script suddenly appeared from his pen.
Every sentence is a sigh, every word is a blood.
After a while, he finally finished writing.
Yang Wenxian put down the pen in his hand with relief and let out a long sigh.
Putting down the pen, his withered hands picked up these pages filled with small words and read them over and over again.
He didn’t know how long he had read it, after all the words and sentences, all the blood and tears, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
Yang Wenxian slowly raised his head, under the candlelight.
Tears flow freely.
Now, the only one who can't let go is Shu'er!
With trembling hands, he sealed these pieces of paper and placed them in the most conspicuous place on the desk.
Then he slowly stood up and seemed to be saying to himself: "It's time to say goodbye to Shu'er...it's getting late..."
He looked up to the sky.
Amid the tears, there was still a trace of a sad smile: "Look, how fast the morning comes... The sky in the east has turned white... I don't have much time...
....”
He muttered to himself, stood up slowly, and his steps seemed much more leisurely than before.
The leader of a wealthy family and a famous person.
When it is consistent with your own identity and demeanor.
Yang Wenxian cannot be embarrassed!
When he thought of this, his steps became even more leisurely.
He walked towards the back house step by step.
Behind me, the cold wind blew.
One bedroom.
The lights were out and the door was closed but not locked.
Inside the house, Yang Shuzu was already asleep.
Ever since the Longhuang Tower exploded, he has been in panic all day long and is frightened every day.
I don’t think about food and tea, I don’t dare to sleep.
He knew that he was destined to die this time, whether it was the emperor or the Sikong Mansion.
They won't let themselves go.
Therefore, in the past two days, whenever he heard the slightest noise in the house, he would be frightened and even shout in fear.
He thought it was Sikong who sent someone to kill him.
In this way, he struggled until he was exhausted.
It wasn't until tonight that he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.
But I just fell asleep.
He then heard the rustling of the door opening and the sound of gentle footsteps.
He suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at the door in horror.
"Who is there..." Yang Shuzu looked frightened and his voice trembled.
A man, holding a red lantern in his hand, walked slowly towards him.
Yang Shuzu just wanted to scream.
But the man spoke first, his voice old and calm: "Forgive me, Zuer, don't panic, it's for your father..."
Yang Shuzu then calmed down and looked carefully.
It turned out to be his father.
Under the lantern, I saw my father with a jade hairpin on his head and a solemn Taiwei official uniform, neatly worn without any wrinkles.
Only then did Yang Shuzu calm down, and he saluted in a low voice: "Father...why did you come to the child's room so late?"
Yang Wenxian carried a lantern, pulled up a chair, and sat in front of Yang Shuzu's couch.
His face was full of love and kindness.
That is the unique affection a father has for his son.
He waved his hand towards Yang Shuzu and said: "The wind is strong and you are weak. Lie down quickly..."
Yang Shuzu was stunned for a moment, then he lay down as he was told.
Yang Wenxian carefully tucked the four corners of the quilt for him.
Then he looked at his son slowly and kindly for a long time through the light.
This is his son.
He is handsome, intelligent and talented!
Looking at the entire Jin Dynasty, there are also talents!
He is my son, Yang Wenxian, and he will inherit my position as the head of the Yang family and protect the glory of my Yang family!
Yang Wenxian thought like this, smiled lovingly at Yang Shuzu, and whispered slowly: "Father, I can't sleep, so I came to see you..."
"Father..." Yang Shuzu only called once, but his eyes were filled with tears.
"Why are you crying? As long as your father is here, the sky will not fall! Even if it does fall, you will still have your father holding it up for you!..."
Yang Wenxian suddenly looked at Yang Shuzu and said in a deep voice.
"But father..."
Yang Wenxian suddenly waved his hand and interrupted Yang Shuzu's words. There seemed to be memories in his eyes, and he said softly: "Shu Zuer... do you still remember the first time you cried?"
Yang Shuzu had no choice but to calm down, lowered his head and said: "It's been too long... I can't remember clearly..."
Yang Wenxian looked at his son dotingly and said slowly with a faint smile: "That was when you were four years old. Your mother bought you a candy man. You took it in your hand and ran to find Sikong's.
Third son Sishu, never thought that Xiao Sishu would snatch the candy man from your hand and eat it himself... You felt aggrieved, so you ran home to see me crying...
..”
When Yang Shuzu heard this, he didn't know why his father was talking about this old story today, but he didn't dare to interrupt his father's thoughts, so he blushed and said, "That was because the child was too young back then..."
Yang Wenxian waved his hand and suddenly asked word by word: "Son... do you still remember what your father said to you back then?"
Yang Shuzu thought for a while and said: "My child remember... my father told me that crying can't solve the problem. If you want to eat, just fight for it and let yourself grow up as soon as possible. When you are on an equal footing with the Xiao family, everything will be done."
The candy man will be himself... no one dares to steal it anymore."
Yang Wenxian nodded and said: "You were still young at that time, so you might not understand what your father meant..."
Yang Shuzu lowered his head and said nothing, then suddenly raised his head and said word by word: "Father... the child understands now..."
Only then did Yang Wenxian glance at him with relief, his eyes full of expectation and said: "It's not too late to understand now...Shu Zuer...my father is getting old...maybe he can't wait."
The day has come when you become strong... But remember... it is not easy for a person to live a lifetime! As long as you live, you will become stronger and stronger. Only in this way, what do you want?
, what can you have!...Son, do you understand!"
Yang Shuzu didn't know why his father suddenly came late at night and said this to him. He was confused in his heart. However, seeing his father's solemn words, he nodded vigorously and said: "My child has recorded it! I will work hard and never let down my father's expectations!"
Only then did Yang Wenxian burst out laughing. He looked at Yang Shuzu with bright eyes and said, "Father, I believe that my Shuzuer will eventually be strong! He will eventually be able to take on the mission of restoring the glory of my Yang family! Father will watch.
You grow up step by step and achieve it step by step..."
Yang Shuzu nodded vigorously. Just as he was about to speak, he thought of the Longhuang Terrace. He was afraid that his life would be in jeopardy, so he could only say with a depressed face: "But father... I'm afraid that after tonight, the child will be killed."
Convicted and executed..."
Yang Wenxian suddenly raised his eyebrows, grabbed Yang Shuzu's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Shu Zu'er, remember, no matter who wants your life in this world, they have to ask me first whether I agree or not!...
..."
"Father......"
Yang Wenxian nodded firmly, shook Yang Shuzu's hand again, and said in a calm voice: "Go to sleep... have a good sleep... everything will be fine tomorrow... for
Father is watching over you..."
Only then did Yang Shuzu finally return to the mentality of a child, nodded vigorously and said: "Father... you are in the child's room... don't leave, so that the child can fall asleep..."
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"As a father... I won't go anywhere, I'll just be by Shu Zuer's side..."
I don't know how long it took.
Yang Shuzu finally fell asleep peacefully, with a reassuring smile on his face.
Yang Wenxian sighed deeply and slowly stood up.
He gently took the red lantern and walked gently to the door.
He turned back for the last time and looked at Yang Shuzu, his eyes full of reluctance and desolation.
On the bed, Yang Shuzu slept peacefully.
Yang Wenxian slowly turned around, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
Walking into a cold wind.
Yang Mansion Study Room.
The lights are dim.
It seems to be the little bits of light emitted by the red lantern.
The study door is closed.
In the courtyard of the Yang Mansion, the wind was shrill, howling and cold.
The heavy rain finally fell.
The dark clouds are like angry, the wind and rain are like darkness.
Stirring in this cruel world.
The old voice came out through the rain.
Sad and decisive.
"The storm has arrived, come and pick me up, the Grand Lieutenant of the Jin Dynasty..."
"Crack-"
After a clear sound.
Deathly silence prevailed.
The entire Yang Mansion finally became silent.
Even the dim light of the red lantern was lost in the wind and rain... This chapter has been completed!