Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

In the middle of April in the fifth year of Yuanding, Xu time. After entering summer, the days get longer, so at this time, there is still a hazy sky. Xiangyi walks slowly with a palace lantern, she needs to go to Wenyin Pavilion to stay on duty tonight.Wenyin Pavilion is the place where musicians in the palace practice their skills. During the day, the sound of silk and bamboo is very lively, but at night it is quiet. Sending people on duty at night is just to be careful with the candles. Anyway, this palace is heavily guarded. It is impossible for thieves to come in here, so Xiangyi is not in a hurry.

Xiangyi was only fifteen at the beginning of the year. Although Xiang's family was not rich and powerful, they opened a rice shop, and they were considered well-to-do, so she didn't want to enter the palace, even though she was serving Qingzhou. What joy is there for a man of the highest rank to be a slave and a handmaid?It's a pity that her parents don't agree with her idea, they think it's a great honor for their family to enter the palace, and they can also get close to the most noble queen of Qingzhou, which is really a beautiful job that only the ancestors have accumulated, so She was sent in when the palace was recruiting maids this spring.

Xiangyi's family background is clean and beautiful, so she passed it naturally, and now she has been in the palace for more than a month. She is assigned to the Wenyin Pavilion and manages those musical instruments. Boring, she just hoped that after three years, she would be able to leave the palace and go home. When passing through Zhanghua Garden, there was a sudden cracking sound of "bang!", which was especially loud in the silence, which made Xiangyi tremble in fright, and almost lost the palace lantern in her hand.The shock was still undecided, and suddenly there was a scent of wine in his nose, obviously it must be the wine jar that was smashed just now, so he wondered which palace official was so bold as to steal the wine, and accidentally smashed the wine jar, Thinking about it this way, I planned to pass without knowing it.

"Lonely geese don't drink and peck, but fly and sing to read the group. Who pities a shadow, lost in thousands of clouds? Seeing everything seems to be seen, mourning is as much as hearing. Wild crows have no mood, and they sing and make noise." Suddenly there is a singing sound, like the faint sound of a guqin, containing a kind of inexplicable sadness, which makes people's heart ache and the corners of their eyes sore, but they don't know why it hurts, but they have no tears to pour out.Xiangyi was overwhelmed by the sadness and desolation in the singing for a moment, so she couldn't help but stay where she was, unable to move her feet.

"Who cares for a single shadow, loses it with thousands of clouds... I can't see it without seeing it... Sorrow is as much as hearing..." Singing these lines over and over again, the singing voice is full of grief, indignation and desolation, and at the end of the singing, it has turned into crying, and the depressive howling makes people feel desolate. Xiangyi had completely forgotten about the night duty at this moment, and could not help but follow the voice, just wanting to know who was singing such a sad song. Passing through the Zhanghua Garden, one can see a person lying crookedly in the pavilion by the lake in front of him. In the dim twilight, one can vaguely discern that the person is dressed in sky blue, and his long black hair is untied. Draping down like this, some are scattered outside the railings, some are winding down to the ground, there are broken porcelain altars on the ground outside the pavilion, and the strong aroma of wine drifts with the wind, obviously it is this person who just sang the tragic song.

Xiangyi became more and more curious, so she quietly moved over with the palace lantern, walked across the wooden bridge, and stepped up the steps. The people in the pavilion remained silent, half leaning and half lying on the railing in the pavilion, as if they had fallen asleep .She approached step by step, stepped into the pavilion, and finally walked up to the man, and when she lit the lamp, she immediately stayed on the spot. The face under the lamp is uniquely loved by God, every minute and every centimeter is extravagant and beautiful, which makes people hold their breath in wonder at a glance, there is such a flawless face in the world.

Looking at this peacefully sleeping face, Xiangyi felt as if there were seven or eight small deer bumping against her chest, which drove her into a daze. She didn't know what time it was or where she was. Face, looking at this person, you can see the vicissitudes of life.Unknowingly, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, wanting to touch that face, wondering if this was her hallucination, or if there really was such a man in the world who was as beautiful as a god. The hand moved closer inch by inch, and just when she could feel the warmth of his skin at her fingertips, the cold wind came from behind her, and then one hand grabbed her hand.

"..." Suddenly, Xiangyi was so frightened that she opened her mouth to scream, but in an instant, a hand was placed on her neck, choking her screams that rushed to her throat, and then she felt dizzy and light-headed. back. When she could see clearly again, she saw a woman in white standing in front of her. She had long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her face was like a cold moon. He didn't dare to raise his head, his knees went limp, and he fell to the ground, "Slaves pay homage to the King of Wind." Although he has never seen it before, but he doesn't need to ask, he knows that there is only one person in this world, in the Palace of the King of Wind, who has such aura—— Qingzhou Wind King and Wind Alone Shadow!

"Send him back." Hearing this order, Xiangyi couldn't help raising her head, only to find that there was a man standing beside Fengwang, tall and handsome, with an expressionless face, it was Du Kang, Fengwang's close guard, people in the palace often looked for It is called "the shadow of the wind king".Seeing Du Kang carrying the sleeping man in the pavilion on his back, she realized that this sentence was not meant for her, and she couldn't help but feel shocked and disappointed. "Get up." Feng Duying said without looking at Xiangyi who was kneeling on the ground, and walked away.

Xiangyi, who was kneeling in the pavilion, didn't get up until they were gone. She only felt pain in her knees when she stood up, but the pain was even worse in her hands. She was holding on to the lamp handle with all her strength in her panic. She woke up at this moment. I just feel numbness in my fingers.Looking back at the balcony where the man had been lying in the pavilion, he suddenly understood his identity—Qing Huijun—the husband-in-law of King Feng. Sending Jiuyao back to Yingshou Palace, watching the palace servants serve him to sleep intoxicated, Feng Duying returned to his own Fengying Palace.

Along the way, she was silent, and Du Kang just followed behind quietly. When I arrived at Fengying Palace, I lay down on the soft couch by the window, closed my eyes, and felt exhausted all over the sky, and for a moment, I even thought that it would be fine if I didn't wake up like this. Du Kang quietly poured a cup of hot tea for her and put it on the low table within reach of her, and then removed the bright palace lantern nearby, leaving only a candlestick ten feet away, which was faintly yellow, unclear, and suitable for Relax and rest. "Du Kang, should I kill him on Jiuluo Mountain?" After a long time, Feng Duying on the bed made a deep voice. Although he left the imperial capital, but when he arrived in Qingzhou, Jiuyao never felt happy. The pain of the dead family and the hatred of killing relatives lingered in his heart all the time. Extricate yourself, if you go on like this, you really have to respond to the saying "life is better than death". Du Kang was silent for a while, and then said: "You have treated him with the utmost benevolence, and if he wants to sink into grief, that is his business." Feng Duying opened his eyes and looked at Du Kang standing beside the couch, sat up for a moment, shook his head and smiled helplessly.In Du Kang's eyes, if the whole world was against her, it would be the whole world's fault.My heart warmed slightly, and the fatigue all over my body disappeared, "How is the construction of the other courtyard on Qianbi Mountain?" "Half a month ago, it was almost finished." Du Kang replied, "It should be completed now, and it is estimated that there will be a letter within two days." "Oh." Feng Duying frowned slightly, "Then tell him to pack it up as soon as possible, and then send him there, so as to save him from staying by the enemy's side every day and worrying about his soul." Du Kang nodded, "This subordinate knows, I will instruct over there to prepare as soon as possible." After he finished speaking, he turned around, "You are also tired today, I will go and order them to bring water, you can rest early after you wash up." "Not for now." Feng Duying stood up, and pressed her neck. Recently, she felt a little stiff and sore due to too many desks. "There are still a lot of excerpts I haven't finished reading, how can I sleep now. You can ask the dining room to prepare some food for when I am hungry at night." Du Kang glanced at her, took back the admonition that was on his lips, just nodded and went out. "Oh, it's better than before. With the third brother and the fourth brother here, why worry about so many things." Feng Duying walked to the book desk and saw the piles of tall books on the desk. I just feel a headache, I can't wait to carry these back to the imperial capital, and then throw them to my brothers.But... now I can no longer rely on them, no matter how hard or difficult it is, I can only bear it by myself, because she is the king of Qingzhou and the people of Qingzhou rely on her. That night, the lights of Fengying Palace didn't go out until midnight. In the past few days, Xiangyi always pricked up her ears whenever she passed Zhanghua Garden, and her nose was much more sensitive than before. Unfortunately, after two or three days, she only smelled the fragrance of plants, trees and flowers, and never smelled wine again. fragrant. On this day, when the King of Wind was rarely free, he called the musicians in the palace to play a flute for her.It seems that among all the musical instruments, the King of Wind loves the sound of the flute alone, and the flute player, Miss Nan Qiao, has become a celebrity in the palace. Sometimes the King of Wind will ask her to say a few words after listening to the flute music. A favor unavailable to others. Today Xiangyi is the maid serving Nan Qiao's flute, so after Feng Wang told them to leave after listening to the flute, Xiangyi sent the purple jade flute back to Wenyin Pavilion.When passing by Zhanghua Garden, a scent of wine faintly lingered in her nostrils, her heart skipped a beat and she stood still. Could it be... Joy rose faintly in my heart, and I couldn't help walking towards the direction of the lake, and turned around the rockery, and I saw a blue figure in the pavilion.Involuntarily, he lightened his steps, pressed his thumping chest, quietly and silently stepped across the wooden bridge, stepped up the steps, and entered the pavilion. At a glance, he saw the man crouching on the stone table with the wine jar in his arms, as if In a drunken dream again. She stood quietly and watched quietly. At that moment in the evening, there were chaotic clouds flying across the sky, the setting sun hung in the sky like a steamer, and the crimson light reflected the sky and the earth extremely brightly.But those bright and bright colors didn't seem to dare to disturb the drunk sleeping person on the stone table, they just enveloped him softly and lightly, the extraordinary brilliance faded away, only the quiet glow remained. Timeless as poetry. As picturesque and sad. I don't know how long I stood there, until the sunset and the night slowly fell, Xiangyi just stood quietly, forgetting about the world outside her body. Suddenly, the people on the stone table seemed to be disturbed by something in their dreams, their brows frowned, and they murmured "Brother...Second Brother...Jiujiu..." Following this sound of sleepiness, the originally calm face suddenly appeared. With a distorted expression of pain, "Brother...it's all my fault...Jiujiu, I'm sorry...children...ah!" With a cry, the person on the stone table suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. At that moment, looking at those eyes, Xiangyi only felt that the world was bright again, so clear and dazzling. But the first thing the person who wakes up does is pick up the wine jar and take a big gulp of wine, then raise his head and look at the dark sky, muttering: "Death is farewell, life is farewell ...The old man enters my dream, reminds me of my face...hahaha...Eldest brother, second brother, you really don't want to part with me, and come into my dream every day." While laughing, he poured his head up and poured strong wine, some Splashing out, he raised his sleeve and chanted loudly: "The king is in the net, why do you have wings? I'm afraid it's not a lifelong soul, the road is far and unpredictable... The soul comes to Fenglinqing, and the soul returns to Guansaihei..." Read As I was thinking about it, my voice gradually became lower again, and slowly there was a whimper again, lingering with the sadness of wanting to cry but no tears, "The falling moon is all over the beams of the house...hesitantly illuminates the color...hahaha...hesitantly illuminates Colors...but where are you?" The groans and laughter were full of mourning, Xiangyi couldn't help but feel heartache when she heard it, and tears fell from her eyes. She heard from people in the palace that Feng Wang and Qing Weijun get along very coldly with each other, they live in Fengying Palace and Yingshou Palace respectively, and they never travel, eat and sleep together.She felt very strange at first, and asked why, but most of the people in the palace seemed to be ignorant of the details, and few of them kept secrets.She felt very sorry, because in her opinion, Feng Wang and Qing Huijun were originally a couple, and from that night, it could be seen that Feng Wang cared about Qing Weijun very much.It's just...why does Mr. Qingwei always have such sorrow? Jiuyao thought about the idea, stood up suddenly, raised his arm, raised the wine jar and threw it fiercely, with a loud "bang!", the wine jar shattered outside the pavilion. "The moon is falling all over the beams of the house, hesitating to take photos...hahahaha...they are all dead, how can anyone take photos! Woooo... Farewell to death is swallowed, Farewell to life is always pitiful..." While reading and whining, the depression was so heartbreaking. "Qing...Qing Huijun, don't cry." Xiangyi finally couldn't hold back her voice. It might as well be that there are other people in the pavilion, Jiuyao suddenly moved his head, looking at the girl standing by the pavilion in the twilight, he was suddenly surprised, unable to respond for a while. Xiangyi looked at the tear-stained face, which was still so handsome, she couldn't help being dumbfounded again. For a moment, Jiuyao looked at her and said, "You told me not to cry, but why are you crying, little girl?" Hearing this, Xiangyi blushed and defended, "I... I didn't cry!" "Then what's on your face?" Jiuyao pointed at her. Xiangyi raised her hand to caress her face, her hands were warm, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed when she thought of Cai Cai just now, "It...it was...it rained just now!" I thought this excuse was ridiculous, so I immediately lowered my head and didn't dare to raise it again. Jiuyao looked outside the pavilion and said: "You might as well say that you just fell into the lake, which is more reliable than saying that you were drenched in the rain." "I...I..." Xiangyi was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to respond, she raised her head, saw the teasing look in the eyes of the person opposite, and blurted out anxiously, "Then why were you crying just now?" Jiuyao's expression tightened, and sadness appeared in his eyes again. Xiangyi immediately regretted her mistake, but she didn't know how to save it. When she was in a difficult situation, Jiuyao sighed and said, "Little girl, I'm crying because I'm sad." "What...are you sad?" Xiangyi couldn't help asking.Looking at the person opposite, so young and handsome, so noble and extraordinary, and with a peerless wife like Feng Wang, why not be happy? Jiuyao glanced at this young girl who didn't know the misery in the world, smiled lightly, didn't answer, just said: "Look at you holding a purple flute in your hand, are you the musician in this palace?" Xiangyi shook her head hurriedly, "I... I am a servant girl from Wenyin Pavilion, named Xiangyi, who just entered the palace this spring." Although she was able to enter the palace, Xiangyi is still not used to this kind of self-proclaimed name. "Oh." Jiuyao didn't care about Xiangyi's title, his eyes were only fixed on the purple jade flute. Seeing that he stopped talking, Xiangyi said again: "Today the King of Wind summoned Miss Nanqiao to play the flute, and the servant was ordered to send the flute back to Wenyin Pavilion." Jiuyao heard the words with a flash of eyes, and then said: "How about lending me a chance to play your flute?" "Of course." Xiangyi hurriedly sent the purple jade flute to him. Jiuyao took the bamboo flute, pulled off his robe and wiped it lightly, then brought it close to his lips, and suddenly, a piece of "Song of Jieyou" broke out. The sound of the flute flows out, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, clear and bright, gurgling and gurgling away, wherever it passes, there are blooming flowers, lush vegetation, full of vitality, refreshing and refreshing. Xiangyi listened, and couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes, she really didn't expect that a person who was full of grief just now could blow such a clear and out-of-the-world sound.When the song was over, she blurted out her compliments: "Mr. Qingwei, you play better than Miss Nanqiao. The King of Wind loves to listen to the flute. If you play it to her, she will definitely be happy." Jiu Yao couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this, "Feng Wang likes to listen to the flute?" Since entering Qingzhou... In fact, since his health recovered, he and Feng Duying have rarely seen each other, and they both tacitly avoided each other. He didn't meet each other for half a month, and based on what he knew about her in the past, he really didn't know that she liked flute. "That's right, there are so many musicians in the palace, but only Miss Nanqiao who plays the flute is often summoned by the King of Wind." Xiangyi replied, looking at Jiuyao, feeling a little strange in her heart. Jiuyao looked down at the purple flute in her hand, and couldn't help but think of the day at Dongming seaside, when she praised him for the sound of the flute, "like the water in the heavenly lake above the sky slowly falling with the breeze", she was stunned for a moment, but Immediately, he thought of another piper, and his brows turned cold.Get up and return the flute to Xiangyi, "Little girl, seeing that it's getting late, you have to hurry up to return the flute." "Oh! I forgot again!" Xiangyi screamed, took the purple jade flute and walked out of the pavilion, but after walking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back. In the thick twilight, a person in the pavilion stands leaning on a railing, standing tall and lonely, making people want to approach but dare not go. After looking at it for a while, he sighed softly for no reason, and then walked away. April 21st, Si time. Feng Duying discusses matters with the ministers in Ziying Hall. After passing through Jiuluo Mountain, how to deal with the Shanyou tribe on the other side of the mountain, that is, the Biya seaside, has become a major matter in the country. Today is to discuss with Shanyou whether to conclude a tie-up or send troops to conquer. Regarding such matters, there have always been two schools of thought among the ministers, war and peace, two extremes that have never been unified. While the ministers were expressing their opinions, there was a sudden noise outside the hall. "Qing Huijun! Qing Huijun! Please go back with me, this is the Ziying Palace, not the Yingshou Palace, you have gone the wrong way!" "Go away! I'm drinking to my heart's content, don't spoil my fun! Go, go, call some beauties to come to Ziying Hall to sing and dance for me!" "Mr. Qing Hui, can we go back to Yingshou Palace if we want to watch the singing and dancing? This Ziying Palace is a place for discussing politics, how can we go in?" "Who said you can't enter? I want to enter! Quickly, go and call the beauty! Where are the bright eyes and bright teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul can't return. Alas, where are the beauties? Could it be that they are all blood-stained wandering souls who cannot return! " Hearing the drunken shouts outside the hall, all the officials in the hall couldn't help but fell silent, all eyes were on the queen on the jade throne.They had also heard a little about Qing Huijun getting drunk every day, but they had never witnessed it with their own eyes. They didn't expect that he came to the Ziying Hall drunk today. "Qing Huijun, let's go back." The servant serving Jiuyao outside the palace begged. But Jiuyao sat at the bottom of the steps with his buttocks in his arms, "He would yell to go back, where might he go back. Didn't you see 'All kingdoms are conquered, the flames of war are surrounded by hills and mountains. The corpses are smelly and the blood is bleeding Kawahara Dan ', idiot, where is there a place to go back!" All the officials in the palace were stunned when they heard it. "Mr. Qing Hui, please keep your voice down. King Feng and the ministers in the Ziying Hall are discussing matters, so don't make a fuss." It's the same as the root, no matter how you pull it, it won't move. "Hahahaha... Discussion? What is the discussion? It is a murder?" Jiuyao laughed, the laughter was full of sarcasm, and then he chanted loudly, "Old Ceyi is not seen in the war, sighing in the world Everything is wrong. I have no home to look for younger siblings, where can you find the court today?" Listening to the voice from outside the hall, the officials in the hall understood at this moment that Qing Huijun was using drunken poetry to mock the court affairs. Each of them frowned, and looked at the queen on the throne, but the queen's face was cold, and there was no sign of happiness or anger. Outside the hall, Jiuyao continued to chant: "It is better to return to Mayao than to return to Mayao. Thousands of families now have hundreds of families. Mourning for widows who want to be exhausted, where is the village in Qiuyuan?" "Mr. Qing Hui, please don't read it anymore." The servant pleaded, looking carefully at the closed palace door and the guards with swords waiting in front of the palace.Qing Huijun in front of him is the queen's husband-in-law, and his status is noble. Naturally, these guards dare not move, but they are afraid that the queen in the palace will be angry, and order him to be beheaded for lack of service. That would be pitiful. "You don't want me to read it, I want to read it!" Jiuyao threw the wine jar, stood up, turned his head to face the Ziying Hall, and chanted loudly: "Killing is also limited, and all countries have their own borders. Harshness can control Invading the mausoleum is killing more people." The voice resounded like gold and stone, resounding through the hall. Some of the officials in the palace were moved, some frowned, and when they were waiting to react, the queen on the jade throne suddenly got up, and the officials couldn't help being slightly startled.I saw Feng Duying walking quickly to the front of the palace door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiuyao standing in front of the steps, with disheveled black hair, a dejected appearance, full of alcohol, but standing upright, His eyes fixed on this side. The two looked at each other quietly, each with a stern look. After a while, Feng Duying looked back and told the hall: "The court meeting is over today, we will discuss it another day." After saying that, he stepped out of the hall, but ignored Jiu Yao standing in front of the steps, and walked forward. But she ignored Jiuyao, but Jiuyao followed her, shouting at the same time: "Feng Wang, be careful where you step, you didn't see a lot of people hiding on the ground, they all have empty eyes , reaching out to touch you with bloody hands!" Feng Duying remained unmoved and continued walking. "Oh! Feng Wang, there are so many resentful spirits coming in front of you! They are all covered in blood, and they are all saying that you killed them, and they want to ask for your life! Hahahaha... these ghosts are really courageous! Damn, how dare you ask for your life to the majestic King of Wind! Admire! Really admire! If it were me, I wouldn’t dare to ask for my life to King Feng!” Jiuyao laughed miserably, staggering all the way, but his feet never stopped. Not far behind Feng Duying. But the servant who was following Jiuyao heard his disrespectful words and was terrified, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only slow down and follow from a distance. Seeing that Feng Duying ignored him, Jiuyao said again: "Feng Wang, you walk slowly, are you afraid that they will take your life if you walk so fast? Alas, if this is the case, it will be troublesome, so many Evil ghosts and ghosts are following you, how many lives do you have to pay back? Even a thousand cuts would not be enough!" The bitterness and resentment in those words chilled everyone who heard it. Feng Duying stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at Jiuyao. Jiuyao also stopped, looking at Feng Duying fearlessly and nonchalantly. There is no expression on the snow-like face of Feng Duying, but the fists in the sleeves are clenched tightly, and the cold and bright light shoots out from the eyes of the phoenix, as if it is a bright and sharp sword, which is about to be unsheathed in the next moment. Drink blood! The ruthless arrogance had frightened the servant behind Jiuyao to tremble all over, and he retreated unconsciously, but Jiuyao faced each other with his head raised, his eyebrows cold and his eyes cold, and he did not back down. Feng Duying stepped up, walked towards Jiuyao, and stopped when he was three feet away from him, the fierce light in the phoenix eyes had faded, and the eyes were like ice mirrors, clearly reflecting Jiuyao's figure, but No more peeking at her thoughts behind the mirror. "Whether it's a human, a ghost, or a god, anyone who stands in front of this king..." She coldly spit out each word, raised her arm, and swiped down like a sword, "I will kill you all!" !" At the same time as the words fell, the wide sleeves raised a strong wind, blowing the clothes and hair of the two people. After finishing those words, Feng Duying's whole body overflowed with a mighty aura, as if she could level the world with a flick of her sleeves, and her brows and eyes are full of determination and awe, making people feel admiration for this kind of strength at a glance heart of. But Jiuyao showed no signs of fear, and sneered coldly: "Ghosts and gods can also be killed, the King of Wind is so brave!" Feng Duying raised his chin slightly, and looked at Jiuyao coldly, "If you want to stand opposite this king, then just come forward with a knife!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head and strode away. Behind him, Jiuyao stared at her resolutely leaving back, emotions surged in his chest, but he couldn't tell whether it was hatred, anger, sadness or pain, and he was about to go crazy under the depression, so he couldn't help but kicked hard, until Kicked a pot of peony on the side of the road flying Zhang Yuan, "Bang!" The flower pot broke, and the purple peony shriveled to the ground. The servant behind him was so frightened that he fell silent, while Jiuyao stared at the purple peony plant on the ground in a daze. After a long time, he walked over, picked up the purple peony in the soil and murmured "I'm sorry." Then he left with the purple peony in his arms regardless of the mud. And Feng Duying ran all the way, returned to Fengying Palace, waved back those palace people who came forward, and went straight to the bedroom. In the dormitory, the Fenghen sword was quietly hanging on the bedpost. Feng Duying walked to the bed step by step, raised his hand to take off the sword, and sat on the bed.The palm of her hand caressed the scabbard, and stopped on the gemstone inlaid on the scabbard. Her fingertips gently stroked the blood-red gemstone. At that moment, the world had never seen the person sitting on the bed with knees bent. She was holding a sword in her arms, as if she was holding her lifelong reliance. She was lonely and proud, fragile and strong, but such a contradictory and complicated mood appeared on her body at the same time. . In front of the palace gate, Du Kang looked at her quietly, and then left quietly. Walking out of Fengying Palace, he went straight to Yingshou Palace. In Yingshou Palace, Jiuyao sat on the steps in front of the court with the purple peony plant in his arms in a daze, staring blankly at the ground, but his spirit didn't know where he was wandering. Feeling a shadow cast in front of him, he raised his head and saw Du Kang standing in front of him, still with that expressionless expression.He glanced at it, ignored it, and continued to look down at the bluestone floor. "You don't need to remind her that she killed a lot of people. She knows better than you that there are countless dead souls under her sword, and she also knows that she will go to purgatory after death." Hearing Du Kang's words suddenly, Jiuyao raised his head and looked at him in surprise. This person exists like the shadow of Feng Duying. He has always only had Feng Duying in his eyes, and his status is also very detached. Apart from obeying Feng Duying's orders, he does not obey the emperor's will. He will pay attention to it, so if there is no order from Feng Duying, he will never pay attention to people and things other than her.Even when he obeyed Feng Duying's order to take care of the injured him that day, it was just his duty to take care of him, and there was never a single extra word or action, but at this moment, he would come to talk to him on his own initiative, why didn't he be surprised . "Just because she doesn't cry, get angry, or yell, doesn't mean she's neither in pain, nor in sorrow, nor in sorrow." When Du Kang said this, there was no expression on his face. Jiuyao couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't know what he was talking about. After Du Kang finished these two sentences, he turned around and left. Jiuyao stood up abruptly, "Slow down." Du Kang stopped, turned around and looked at Jiuyao. "Why did you tell me this?" Jiuyao looked at Zi Shao in his arms. Du Kang looked at him, and there was a moment of silence, as if he was considering whether it was necessary to talk to him. Jiu Yao lowered his eyes and waited. "I have a life with her. When she is in pain, I will feel uncomfortable." It took a long while before Du Kang's flat voice came, but it was such a flat voice without a trace of emotion that said such words, making Jiuyao's heart feel astringent and painful as if being pricked by a rusty needle.But... how could he be soft-hearted, otherwise what would happen to those dead clansmen, how could they close their eyes, how could they rest in peace under the Nine Springs. "She doesn't change her expression even when she kills people. Could it be that she can't stand such a few words?" After listening to Jiuyao's words, Du Kangruo Gujing's eyes flashed a violent light. "In the eyes of the world, including yours, she is a general with high martial arts skills, as strong as cast iron and flawless." He paused slightly, and a trace of anger leaked out of his flat voice, "But you all forget that she is also a flesh and blood body, she is still a woman." Jiuyao was startled, and looked up at Du Kang. Du Kang looked at him coldly, "What are all the women in the world doing at this moment?" Jiuyao's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer. "For thousands of years, women all over the world have done roughly the same thing. Among them, the hardworking ones may be farming, weaving and embroidery, raising children, and feeding livestock; the idle ones may be playing piano and chess, tasting tea, I'm writing poems to express my sorrow." The corners of Du Kang's lips hooked slightly, which seemed to be a smile, but it didn't look like a smile on the expressionless face, it was just a weird twist. "Yes, when these women are embroidering mandarin ducks and admiring the flowers and the moon, she is killing people with a sword!" His cold gaze pierced Jiuyao's face like a sharp arrow, "Do you think she wants to kill people? Like to kill? At first she was also a weak girl who hid behind her elder brother. But when the Gong family broke into Huicheng and surrounded the women and girls in the city for fun, she was also arrested at the age of nine in the chaos. When people would only howl and cry, she picked up the half-cut sword on the ground and stabbed the soldiers who rushed towards her, and then stabbed three people in a row, and finally waited for her brother's rescue. Because of this, the eight of them, Yu Hui The city was furious, so she took up the sharp sword at the tender age of nine and embarked on a bloody journey until now." "Holding a sword at the age of nine..." Jiuyao's pupils shrank.That day Dongming Haihai heard her talk about the past, and knew that she had been in a difficult childhood, but that only stayed on the rhetoric of "she had experienced countless evils", and had never really understood and imagined what she had experienced. At this moment Hearing what Du Kang said, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Du Kang, however, had no time to pay attention to Jiuyao's reaction, and continued: "You despise killing and hate killing, because you are a clean person with a conscience. Naturally, you don't know how much a person with a conscience has to pay after killing someone. ! Let me tell you, the smell of blood after a murder will always linger in your body, and the horrific expression of the slain will always be engraved in your heart. You will have nightmares for a long time, and your mind will be disturbed.You will feel that you are dirty and disgusting, and the hatred of yourself is even more like a shadow, and you will be branded as a "killer" in your body, and you will bear the sins all your life, and you will never die! "Jiuyao stared at Du Kang, speechless. Du Kang looked at him with a feeling of indignation in his chest.Because of him, Feng Duying reluctantly separated from his brother; in order to save him, Feng Duying gave up Fengji like a heartbreak, and treated him with deep affection and righteousness.But this man only returned her with hatred and indifference! "I just want to tell you that you don't need to stab her with crazy words. There are many people in this world who think she is an enemy and hate her like you, but the one who hates her most in this world is herself. Stabbing her with a sword is already the most painful person in the world, so you don't need to add hatred to her." "Crack!" Zi Shao, who was in Jiuyao's arms, fell to the ground, but he didn't feel it at all, and just stared blankly at Du Kang. Du Kang stopped looking at Jiuyao after saying these words, turned around and left. "You...stop." Jiuyao called him. But Du Kang ignored it. "Stop!" Jiuyao quickly stepped forward and grabbed him. Du Kang just flicked Jiuyao away, but he didn't leave, but stood still and looked at Jiuyao. Jiuyao stared at Du Kang, his chest heaved, obviously emotional, but he stopped Du Kang, but his mind went blank, he didn't know what to say. Du Kang didn't move, let alone speak, just stood there. After a long time, Jiuyao turned around and picked up the purple peony on the ground, and gently brushed the dust on the petals. Du Kang saw that action was extremely glaring in Du Kang's eyes. But people who are still talking coldly speak coldly." Jiuyao paused, then continued to brush away the dust, and said softly with endless melancholy: "She is my benefactor and my enemy, there are countless souls between me and her, but she and I are still husband and wife... How can I treat her, how do you tell me to treat her." Hearing Jiuyao's words, Du Kang was slightly startled. Looking at the person caressing the flowers in a daze, thinking of the corpses and uncles everywhere on the top of Jiuluo Mountain, the resentment disappeared, his heart was heavy, and after a moment of silence, he said: "That day on Jiuluo Mountain, she said that Jiuluo's death was caused by her. , although she never killed your people, but she has already borne this sin, and she will always remember the blood disaster on Mount Jiuluo. So I just beg you, live your life in peace and stability, don't hurt yourself She, because..." Du Kang paused when he said this, and then said with difficulty and bitterness after a while, "Everyone in the world treats her hatred as nothing, and there are very few who can make her suffer, and you are The one who could hurt her." Jiuyao's whole body trembled, and the hands stroking the petals couldn't help trembling. "Although she stands at the peak of the Great Eastern Empire today, although she is worshiped by thousands of people, and although she enjoys wealth and glory, in my opinion, these are far from enough to repay the pain and suffering she has suffered for more than 20 years." Du Kang's flat voice was full of regret, "If she is really as ruthless as she looks, maybe she can live a little more comfortably." "Why..." Jiuyao still turned his back, unable to see his expression, but there was faint pain in his voice, "The one who hates her most in this world is herself?" Du Kang was silent. "Why?" Jiu Yao asked hoarsely. After a long time, Du Kang said: "I don't know what she was like seven years ago, but I have seen it very clearly during the seven years that I have been with her. Every time there is a war, she takes the lead, and every time there is danger, she is ready to fight." at the forefront..." Jiuyao's hands couldn't help pinching the petals tightly. "Whether in Beihai or Jiuluo Mountain, she is a general, but she always takes risks personally, and let the soldiers stand behind her. She may not have discovered the self-destructive heart hidden in her heart, but I know that she wants to die, but how can a person of her personality die from the world, so only the shrouded corpse of horse leather is worthy of her reputation!" Jiuyao's heart trembled, and he turned around suddenly, staring at Du Kang with horror, "Why does she want to die?" "One general has made thousands of dead bones! To this day, there are countless dead bones and dead souls under her feet! Slaying the enemy in front of the battle is as heavy as a mountain! The people lost their lives, and the pain of broken bones and tendons These, some people will forget with the passage of time, but she has been accumulating in her heart! What's more..." Du Kang paused for a while, then looked at him, and said in a very difficult way, "Didn't she say it herself in the imperial capital that day? I told you that her own brother died by her sword." "That's..." For some reason, Jiuyao felt chills in his heart, "Feng Qingran was under the banner of King Yong Liu Shan back then, and he and her... died on the battlefield when the two armies were confronting each other." Du Kang shook his head, "It was to break Qingzhou. After the brothers and sisters recognized each other, she personally killed them." Jiuyao was shocked again, and looked at Du Kang in disbelief, "Since the brother and sister recognize each other, why did you kill him with your own hands?" Du Kang said nothing. But when Jiuyao was Gu Yunyuan, he had experienced the mortal world and participated in the government, so he was not a person who didn't understand the world, so he only needed to think about it, and he understood it in his heart. Feng Qingran, known as "Mr. Qingran" in the world, is a brilliant and talented person in troubled times, the adopted son of King Yong Liu Shan, and the first person in King Yong's army.刘善与他这一对异姓父子，自始至终，父予子以信任，子回报父以忠诚，无论是当年还是如今都是一段恩义佳话。而风青冉与风独影，自襁褓分离，十数年生死不知，可再相逢时，却一个在雍王旗下，一个在东王阵中，血亲变敌人，造化弄人，何其无情。 “她曾说过，她的哥哥那么小便以血养她以命护她……”久遥喃喃着。当日她说起时面上一派骄傲之情，以她的哥哥为荣，那么……当她亲手杀了自己的亲人，杀掉自己寻了十几年、曾以血养她以命救她的亲哥哥时，那该是何等痛彻心扉！ 想起风青冉，杜康那七情不露的面孔上终是流露出眷怀之情。“风王的七个兄弟自然都是人中之龙，丰四更是被誉大东第一人，可在我看来，他远不及青冉公子洒脱，青冉公子才是真真正正风标绝世之人。” 闻言，久遥略感惊异，不由抬眸看着他。 杜康这刻眼睛望着远处，眼神中尽是追忆，显然他的神思已飘回了昔日。 “公子当年没能回去找回风王，是因为他被乱兵欲断了一条腿，垂死之际被当年还只是一名百夫长的刘善所救。刘善待公子视若己出，公子亦视他如父，因此当年乱世群雄里刘善虽是才干最为平庸的，但有公子助他，他一个小小百夫长也变成了坐拥青、雍两州的雄主。” 久遥听着，忍不住开口追问:“那……他们兄妹又是如何相认的？” “公子打出名声后，曾布告天下找寻浦城失散的妹妹，风王当年只是幼儿不知道详情，但陛下怎会忘记，当年虽是当掉了襁褓里的玉环和银链，但一直留着襁褓，那便是相认的凭证。只是……”杜康轻轻一叹。 “只是什么？”久遥忍不住追问。 “陛下看到布告后便将身世相告，风王思量后派南宫秀送信与公子，而公子得知亲妹为当世名将，他当即大笑开怀，道”从今可放心也“便烧毁信件，再不提兄妹相认之事，是以天下间只数人知晓他们的关系。陛下兵围青州之际，曾私下写信与公子，想以他们兄妹之情劝服公子，公子断然报绝，道”生不做叛臣，死亦为雍鬼“而死守青州。尔后城破，公子不惜性命，与陛下道”汝当杀我，才可坐稳江山，才可断雍王旧部之念“。”杜康说到此，眉目飞扬，显是对风青冉敬仰至极。 久遥听得怔怔出神，好一会儿才叹道:“这风青冉确实潇洒果断，不愧为乱世英豪。” 杜康听得这话，不由转头看他一眼，“当年雍王帐下良将能臣寥寥可数，自是无法与陛下他们相比，不但八兄妹个个名将，其部下亦是英才济济，所以当年战到最后，公子是无将可派，无人可用，青州才是城破人亡。” 久遥听到这已是明白了因果，忍不住长长叹息:“是以为免兄妹生隙，最后是她亲自杀死亲哥哥？” 杜康点头，目光变得沉郁悲伤，“那日傍暮，夕阳红得像血一样，公子就坐在窗前，窗外有一树梨花，白得像雪，她推开院门进来，那是他们兄妹第一次相见，亦是他们兄妹的死别之期。她用的是凤痕剑，公子的血溅上梨花，那时刻她的神情……就仿佛是杀死了她自己。而这些年，我恨着她，又守着她……到了今日我却只愿她余生能得欢愉安宁。” 久遥心头生出复杂的感觉，怔怔看着杜康。眼前的人欣长英挺，武功高强，本是一个许多人都会敬佩欣赏的优秀男儿，可他摒弃这世间的繁华与欲念，冷漠而沉默的做着一个女人的影子，一生以她之忧欢为己之忧欢。 “你何以待她至此？” 杜康沉默，许久后，他才沉声道:“我自幼即被刘善选为青冉公子的死士，本是命若草芥之人，可公子待我亲厚如兄弟。他死前不许我跟随，把我托付给他的妹妹，也把他的妹妹托付给我，让我们彼此依存。所以我与她同命，她痛我亦痛，她悲我亦悲，年年月月的累加着，若有一日她再也无法承受时，我便一剑带她离开。” 久遥震骇无语，呆呆看着杜康，心头脑中，混乱一片，杜康转回头，看着久遥，那漠然的面孔上有一双亮如冷电的眼睛，“你刺她一剑，她面不改色，不是她冷心冷血，而是她已习惯了世间一切的疼痛苦难。”他说完这句话后，再不理会久遥，径自离去，转眼间便消失了背影。 英寿宫里，久遥呆呆站立许久，然后弯腰拾起那株紫芍，又寻来了花锄，将紫芍种在庭中的花坛里。洒了些水，洗净花瓣上沾着的泥尘，看着亭亭立于土中的芍药，暗想或许到明年，这花坛里便会开满了紫色的花朵，只是明年他又在哪呢？拍了拍手，他转身走出英寿宫。 穿过重重庭院宫阙，来到了凤影宫前。抬首仰望眼前华丽气派的宫殿，想着曾听人说过，此宫的格局、内里的摆设一一比照帝都皇宫里的那座凤影宫。其实不止风王宫，听闻其他各州的王宫亦都是比照帝都里各王曾经居住过的宫殿，日后史书将如何评价大东的开国之君暂还不得而知，但他待其弟妹的情义倒真是无话可说。 凤影宫前的侍卫及侍从看到阶前立着的人皆是一愣，他们自然知道这是清徽君，可请徽君虽是风王的夫婿，却从未来过凤影宫。一时左右都还在犹疑着是先禀报风王还是直接迎他入女王宫中时，久遥已径自跨入宫门。 久遥虽是不曾来过凤影宫，可他已听得有鸟鸣之声，循着声音他径往里走，不一会儿便到了风独影的寝殿前。 殿前庭院里一株高大的梧桐村，村上栖着一只通体青碧的美丽大鸟，一双金色的瞳眸蕴着熠熠明光，顾盼间如冷电四射。眼见着久遥前来，那青鸟张翅飞下，直扑向久遥，冲他“嘎嘎”啼鸣，极是亲热。 久遥看着青鸟不由微微一笑，“想不到你我还有相见之日。”一年多的日子，已让当日东溟海边上的小鸟长成了大鸟，此刻身长三尺有余，羽翼丰盈，利嘴铁爪，已颇有猛禽风范。 青鸟一边鸣叫，一边围着他绕飞数圈，仿若在欢迎他。 “好了，好了。”久遥笑着挥挥手，青鸟才是飞回梧桐树上。 穿过庭院，步上台阶，从敞开的殿门便可看到床榻上怔坐出神的人，那抱剑而坐的孤傲姿态，瞬间灼痛了久遥的眼睛，胸胜如有无形利刃翻搅，一阵阵的撕痛，却看不见鲜血。 脚步声惊动了风独影，她抬首，一眼便看着了门口站着的久遥，顿时她抱剑的手紧了紧，可人依旧坐着，也没有说话，只是冷然看着久遥。 久遥跨步入殿，缓缓走至风独影跟前。 从宫前一直跟在久遥身后的侍从悄悄往殿内望一眼，见两人神色都平静，想来女王不会怪责，便又悄悄退下。 殿中两人，一坐一站，一时皆无言。 久遥看着风独影怀中的宝剑，古朴的青色剑鞘上雕着一只凤凰，凤凰的目中嵌一颗鲜红如血的宝石，形态栩栩如生，仿佛随时便会展翅飞去翱翔九天睥睨万物。当日东溟海中救起她时，昏迷着她的手中依旧紧握着的此剑，想来这就是凤痕剑。 她凭此剑征战天下，建不世功业，她亦是用此剑了结她唯一亲人的性命。 这是一柄杀人的剑，一柄饮无数鲜血的宝剑！ 而名震天下的风王，就这样抱着她的剑，仿如抱着她的半身。 久遥蓦然心头发酸，一股怜惜油然而生。 “我并不恨你。” 寂静的殿中，忽然响起久遥的声音，如同水滴深潭。 风独影微有震动，移眸看他一眼，入目的人敞开的外袍里一角中衣雪白，眉笼哀色，显得格外的清瘦。自醒后，他穿白穿黑穿青穿褐，但再不着红衣，曾经他喜欢的热情温暖的红，如今在他眼中大抵就是冰冷的血海。 久遥的目光自凤痕剑上移开，看着风独影，神色平静里带着深沉的苦楚，“我恨的是我自已，久罗的浩劫完全是我一手造成。” 听了久遥的话，风独影没有反驳与不争辩。她并不想与他理论久罗的浩劫到底是谁造成的，在惨剧之后来说这个毫无意义。 “其实我心里也很清楚，若我们久罗族人一直盘踮久罗山上闭山锁族，大东是容不得国中有国，总有一日会要派兵踏平了久罗山的，就如同你们征服北海一样。”久遥眼中的苦楚越发深重，“可是……山尤部族就仿佛是另一个久罗族，本是无忧无虑，偏偏祸从天降。” 风独影垂目默然。 “我的族人本只是单纯的想不受干扰的生活在山上，可一夜之间，便血淹青山，尸填碧湖……”久遥说到此处忍不住抬手捂目，“我不能忘那一夜的久罗山，忘不了山上那些死去的族人……我一看到你，我就会想起是你的兄弟杀死了我的族人，是我让大哥撤去了雾障才酿成惨祸！我看着臣民对你的山呼跪拜，我就会想起这金璧辉皇的王宫全是鲜血与尸骨堆彻！无论我是睁着眼还是闭着眼，那些死去的人都在我眼前，无论是白天还是夜晚，亲人的冤屈声总是萦绕在耳！” 风独影静静的听着，静静的维持着抱剑而坐的姿态。 “我恨着我自己，我想救我的族人，可最后害了族人的却就是我！”久遥放开手，眸中蕴着深沉的痛楚，偏又是一片清明。 风独影抬眸。 两人静静对视，彼此眼中的悲凉疲惫一目了然。 顾云渊与风独影可以无忌相交，易三与风独影可以坦承相待，可如今隔着血海深仇，交缠着恩义情怨，无论是身与心都已不复当初。他与她，是久遥与风独影，是世上最近又最远的人——夫妻。 许久，风独影道:“浅碧山的风景不错，你去那边休养一阵吧。” 久遥一笑，淡淡的辩不出喜忧，“好。” 尔后，两人又是沉默。 又过得片刻，风独影起身，将怀中宝剑挂回原处。 久遥目光看着凤目上那如同泣血的红宝石。 “我若要找你的兄弟报仇，你会杀我吗？” "meeting." “你杀了我可会伤心？” "meeting." “我死了你会哭吗？” "Won't." 一问一答，如此干脆，可隔着一丈之距相对而立的两人心头早已是百转千回欢痛交夹。 “伤心了为什么不哭？”久遥面上有着淡淡的笑，看着对面清姿素影的女子，一颗心如泡在盐水里，又软又酸，还夹着阵阵火燎似的疼痛。 “本王不哭。”风独影下颔微抬，自然流露出傲气。 “傻瓜，你不哭别人怎知你伤心。”久遥轻叹，叹息里萦着脉脉怜爱之情。 那样的语气与目光令得风独影微有怔愣，可还不及领悟，久遥又一声深深的叹息传来:“可就是这样的你才让我心痛难禁。” 刹时，风独影呆立当场，满目惊愕的看着久遥。 可久遥却已转身离去，怅怅幽幽的吟道:“仰视百鸟飞，大小必双翔。人事多错迕，与君永相望！” 殿中风独影呆望着那远去的背影，心头乱绪纷纷，正是理不清，剪还乱。 元鼎五年五月初，清徽君旧疾复发，前往浅碧山休养。 及至后世，风氏王族将浅碧山别院又作添建，这浅碧山便成历代王族休养之行宫。 久遥走后的第二日，风独影于含辰殿处理政事时，内侍来报，国相徐史求见。 "Xuan." 不一会儿，徐史便到了，“臣徐史拜见风王。” “国相免礼。” 七州国相里，徐史是最年轻的一位，现年三十六岁，为人端方持重，颇有君子之仪。 “臣谢风王。”徐史起身。 “国相何事求见？”风独影看着阶下的臣子问道。 “臣今日来，是为劝谏风王勿要出兵征伐山尤。”徐史抬首望着风独影道。 “嗯？”风独影挑眉看着他。那日紫英殿里商议之际，徐史作为国相，却一直不曾发言。 “是征伐山尤还是缔结邦交，臣也一直犹疑难决，及至昨夜收到清徽君的信后，臣才是忧然大悟。”徐史一边说道一边自袖中取出一封信双手呈上。 风独影闻言不由一怔，久遥给国相写了信？ 而一旁侍候着的内侍早是上前接过徐史手中的书信，然后走至王座前呈给她。 取过信纸，凝眸看去，所谓的信，其实不过就两字:王、将。 看着这两字，风独影正疑惑，徐史却已开口:“将者，需能兵善战，为的是护国拓边;王者，需仁德贤明，为的是百姓安康。” 风独影心头一动，凝眸看着信不语。 “风王此刻是青州之主，一州百姓皆仰望于风王，百姓所求者莫过于衣食丰足，一家平安。而战事一起，必然是要征粮征兵。征粮，即从百姓口中夺食;征兵，战场刀剑无眼，必令百姓痛失亲人。此皆非王者之德也。”徐史慷然而道。 风独影抬眸看向徐史，瞬间，脑中忽然掠过昔日金殿上侃侃而谈的顾云渊，那时是何等意气风发。若是……没有久罗山上的血祸，那么此刻向她叙说王将之分的必然是久遥，一时神思怔忡。 徐史一番长论后，却见风王只是怔坐不语，倒有些费解，他垂首再道:“臣若言语冲撞风王，还请风王恕罪。臣为青州的百姓请命，请风王体恤百姓之艰难，一票一兵，皆为百姓之命。况且征伐山尤，乃是对外用兵，须得请旨于陛下，即算陛下允旨，朝中亦少不得”君逾臣伐“之论。” 听得最后一句，风独影一惊，思及了帝都的那些弹劾。诚然，此刻确实不宜出兵山尤，无论是朝局还是她自身……默默叹一声，她道:“本王允你所谏。” 闻言，徐史侧是愣了愣，他素知风独影之禀性，决非如此容易劝说之人，可抬首目光掠过她手中的信，心下倒有些明了。 “王与将，各司其职，而本王则要弃将为王，如此论调……”风独影微顿，然后淡笑摇头，“虽是新鲜却也有理。” 徐史听得，放下心来，拜倒于地，“臣为青州百姓叩谢风王。” 风独影起寿步下玉阶，伸手扶他，“其实该是本王替青州的百姓谢谢你这位贤相才是。” “不敢。”徐史不敢真让她相扶，忙自起身。 “自至青州以来，本王肩上便担下了一州重担，幸而有国相在，本王肩上的重担才是卸了一半。”风独影道。这徐史当初于朝中任职侍中之时，亦常见他进谏于皇帝，只当他是严玄那样刚正不阿的直臣，如今至青州一年，倒是见识了这位国相的出色才具，堪当贤相。 闻得如此诚言，徐史心头震动，可面上却力持平静，躬身垂首道:“臣能辅佐风王，乃是臣之幸。” 风独影移步走回王座，“国相便替本王上书奏请陛下，于久罗山南面设置边城。既然此城对着碧涯海，有道是'碧血丹心化忠魂'，它守护的是我大东的边疆，便叫'丹城'吧。” “是。”徐史垂首应道。 "Go ahead." "The minister will leave." 送往帝都的奏折很快便批下来了，皇帝允风王所请，于是久罗山南面坡地而起修建了一座城池，尔后又迁万户过去，此城便为丹城，及至后世果然起到护边守疆之用。