dhibooks Chapter 10 - An Extra Story - First Sight
Chapter 10 - An Extra Story - First Sight
When he saw Yuerong for the first time, he thought to himself, such a weak person is actually a famous moon phase, so he couldn't help being a little curious about him.So he took advantage of the young prince's fun-loving privilege, hid in his father's study and watched him discuss matters with his father, watch him publish grand theories on governing the country, and watch him recite poems and fu in the imperial garden.In that year, Anbian hated the concubines and palace people in the forbidden palace, and hated the secular beauty outside.Just looking at him like that, watching and watching, passed year after year.
Until later, he and Yue Rong gradually got acquainted, and he could go to Yue Rong's mansion to drink a few glasses of sake even if he had nothing to do. Wife and children.
When I first met Zhengluo, Zhengluo was still a quiet young man, different from Yue Rong's frailty, Zhengluo was thin, but beautiful and arrogant.Such cold arrogance may not be due to Zheng Luo's own arrogance, but it is still too eye-catching for a proton.
A few disciples from aristocratic families blocked his way, Zheng Luo pursed his lips, but there was anger in his calmness.A young master teased and caressed Zheng Luo's side face, Zheng Luo turned his body, and An Bie pulled Zheng Luo behind him before he raised his hand.
At that time, Yuerong was out to monitor, and Anbian took Zhengluo to play all day long.Although he looks deserted, he has a strangely gentle temper and a kind heart, which tolerates Anbian's frequent mischief and occasional anger and cold treatment towards him because of missing Yue Rong.
At that time, the relationship between Anbian and Zhengluo was also changing rapidly, so that Anbian would inadvertently reveal the suppressed thoughts about Yue Rong that he couldn't express in his heart.
Anbian had no choice but to secretly give Zhengluo a small gift, a beggar who was about to freeze to death on the street, and also a handsome young man who was raised as Anbian's secret guard since childhood.So Zheng Luo took him by his side, named him Luo An, cut out his few clothes and cut them to his size, and even asked An Bian to send him to a private school outside.After Yue Rong came back, Zheng Luo taught Luo An to play chess with him.
Everything was peaceful, until the turmoil in the court, the father suppressed some people by means, but also needed the sacrifice of some people in exchange for the illusion of peace.Therefore, Yue Rong became a victim.But at that time, An Bian was just a crown prince who had just been canonized, and his father and the court were clinging to the corners of power, so he was still too weak.
Trying his best, he only exchanged Yue Rong's beheading for exile.Zheng Luo stayed with An Bian all day long, accompanied him to argue with everyone, accompanied him to secretly change Mrs. Yue out of the prison, and stayed with him until the dark guards intercepted Yue Rong on the road of exile, until An Bian handed over Yuerong's only son to his confidant.Only then did An Bing stop his tense nerves as if awakened from a start, and then he felt deeply weak.
He began to shuttle among all kinds of beauties, taking them to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Linqi, just like Zhengluo at that time, it was just a futile filling for the empty heart.
It's just that every time he got drunk, Zheng Luo dragged him back to the palace, made sober soup and fed it to him spoon by spoon.Once when he was very drunk, he knocked over the bowl, Zhengluo fell down, and pressed his palm on the broken porcelain. He suddenly became sober for a moment, and hurried to pull him, but both of them fell to the ground, drunk and dizzy.Since then, everything has changed.
He was expecting Zhengluo's anger, his determination and ending, but when he saw that Zhengluo was going to help him out of the Qin Tower into the carriage as usual in a few days, he suddenly lost his temper and refused to leave.Zheng Luo seemed helpless, so he borrowed the guqin from the building and played the Yueren song over and over again.This was what Yuerong taught Zhengluo in Yuerong Mansion back then, and that was the first time Anbian knew that he was also very good at playing the piano, not even inferior to Yuerong in the slightest.
Later, when An Bian went hunting with a few young masters, Zheng Luo was worried because An Bian had caused too much mischief, so he followed him.Zheng Luo knew him well, he had always indulged himself, when chasing a black bear into the forest, his followers and horses disappeared or were killed by a black bear, he only had the thrill of the game in his heart, not fear.So when the wound on his back burst, Zheng Luo flew to protect him in panic, and even the black bear attacked his abdomen with a palm, and his sword also penetrated the giant bear's chest and abdomen.In a pool of blood, Zheng Luo grabbed his hand, and in a voice that was no longer cold in the past, he could only squeeze out a few words:
"Ming Shi...the white...white...porcelain vase in my skirt..."
An Bian took out the porcelain bottle in a panic, and only one brown pill was poured out, that is, this pill, even in the thick blood, you can smell the faint fragrance.So Zheng Luo swallowed it, and took back the foot that had already stepped into the gate of hell.
From this, An Bian had a dark mind, so he stopped drinking, and began to restore his former ease and demeanor, and Zheng Luo remained the same.Except for the gasps and rumors that sometimes go through the night.Everything is back on track.
When he first met An Ran, An Ran had already begun to show the splendor of Yue Rong back then. Yue Rong had already passed away safely, and Mrs. Yue was with him, so An Bian thought of this young master Yue who had never seen him since he was born in the womb.His smiling eyebrows and eyes are very similar to that person, and the curvature of his neck when he nods his head is also very similar to that person, very much like the person An Bian had depicted in his dreams over and over again in his youth.
At that time both Zheng Luo and An Bian had ascended the throne, Yue Rong had also passed away, and An Bian had no children, so he was brought back to raise him, changed his name, and gave him the surname of Qi An Guo. He wanted to guard him for the rest of his life. Looking at him was like looking at that person back then, which made him feel in a trance that he was still the prince who could play wantonly, or the boy who could cling to Yuerong's side willfully.
It was like an equally dry plant growing on the dry and barren land. He was ecstatic, but cautious, for fear that the immature hope would be annihilated in the hustle and bustle, turning into dust all over the sky once.So, he searched all over the world for famous doctors, so he planned calmly.
During the night in the Mushan Palace, he still made An Ran sad.Maybe it was the body that was too familiar, maybe it was a bit of repressed guilt deep in his heart, maybe it was the comfort of the long years, maybe it was because of the never-changing tolerance and gentleness in Zhengluo's eyes, he couldn't control himself after all.He used to think of the silver needle that had been working slowly in the intense gap, and the silver needle that was about to play the same role tomorrow.I also thought of that scruffy-dressed miracle doctor in the deep mountains of Qi'an, the smoke in the copper furnace continued to spread, and the old man's words covered up Zhengluo's painful breathing:
"Tranquility and purity of heart are essential. Even if someone has taken it, the medicinal properties of the holy medicine penetrate deep into the flesh and blood. You only need to use special drugs to stimulate the medicinal properties and induce the medicinal properties to counterattack. When the body is dying, take blood from the heart, and the medicinal properties are the most pure. can make up for it.”
He had no time to think, but in an instant, all the plans had been gradually implemented.The only mistake was that when Mu Shan's arranged assassin appeared, An Ran stabbed him with a sword that would have been only a minor injury.His heart was filled with regret and anger. He regretted not realizing An Ran's uneasiness and An Ran's stubbornness earlier. He thought that An Ran was reluctant to give up, and he wanted to force him to make a choice in such a drastic way.He was also angry, angry at his own obsession, angry at Zhengluo's untimely disturbance of peace.
He stretched out his hand to carefully smooth the furrowed brows, and gently pressed the trembling body that was hurt by the wound into his arms. He vented his anger on himself and everyone else.He ignored Zheng Luo's arrival, ignored his empty expression, until he turned to leave, he sighed softly towards An Ran.
Silly Anran, Anbian never needs to choose.
An Ran, An Ran for the rest of my life.
During another Mushan Festival a few years ago, An Ning was secretly sent by the people who accompanied the Mushan Festival after the announcement.Zhengxi also appeared in Anbian's palace at the same time, he smelled his ambition, and smelled a kind of cruelty to his father, which was different from Zhengxu and Zhengnuan.So, he made a promise, and kept silent to Zhengxi's slowly raised mouth, which was reasonable but unexpected.
An Ran's body became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't delay any longer.Anbian sent someone to escort him to Zhaodu before March.But that incident happened too suddenly, without any warning. The arrival of Zhengluo in Quyinge made them have to act in advance.
On the night when it was done, he hooked a jug of wine and tore off his heavy crown clothes. The cool wind poured into the front of his clothes, and he couldn't help laughing out loud along with the acrid smell of wine.
An Ran could detect it, how could he not detect it.Qi Ze's inexplicable calm, the tense situation in the court, and the imperial physician's sloppy actions, if not, if that person hadn't known in advance, how could it be so smooth.
Raising the wine jar, under the heavy building, the sound of cracking was not very clear, he was even less bothered to care about Zhengxu, the fight between Xuanhou and Zhengxi, and even An Ran's vaguely revealed feelings for Zhengxi.
An Ran sent a letter saying that Luo An had disappeared. He was like a drop of water vapor that never existed. He was cold, had no temperature, and made no sound. Looking at his "master", maybe he went back to Qi'an and started again, or maybe he just ended his life in any corner of the Zhaozheng Palace, sinking into the loess.
In any case, for An Bian, he is also a heartfelt dog, just for the master who was destined to be irresistible from the beginning of his life.As for another master who has been with him for most of his life, the other master who has given him all his trust and care, he is indeed about to disappear, what face will he have for his funeral, what face will he have to listen to the heavy emperor's death knell .
Supporting his swaying body, An Bian recited a poem: .
The blue sky and the yellow spring are all right and wrong,
Different roads lead to the same destination.
The white head has become a vow to forget the year,
Decaying grass, cold clothes, empty steles.
An Bian staggered, his knees hurt from being hit by the bluestone, and he propped himself up with his hands, covered in dust.
He remembered that Zheng Luo had been following him that year, occasionally he would suddenly stop and wrap his arms around his shoulders when he was happy, and occasionally he would walk fast and unintentionally leave him behind when he was bored, he was always so quiet, always As the sentence is always gentle:
"Explanation"
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