Strange Tales

Chapter 17

When Mu Liu was sent to Cangxue Kingdom as a hostage, he was less than ten years old. He was the younger brother of the king of the Yueling Dynasty who was about to be established. He moved into the Cangxue Palace in the winter of that year when it was raining and snowing.

In the past, I went away, and the willows were Yiyi, and now I am coming back, with rain and snow falling.He often wondered whether his elder brother would take him back when Yang Liu Yiyi came.But the spring breeze crossed the south bank of the river several times, and never waited for the envoy of the Moon Spirit Dynasty to come, but met that person who looked like a banished fairy. At first, he just thought that the young man with silver hair like moonlight was very beautiful, and he was dressed in elegant white clothes. Like a fairy in a painting, the flowing cloud patterns on the cuffs are especially clear and meaningful. Later, I found out that he has a very cold temperament and never interacts with others, but the sound of the piano reveals a faint meaning of indifference and far-reaching.

Mu Liu just stood quietly in the distance, listening, and it took several years in a flash.That young man was the youngest son of the Cangxue King, named Feng Ming, since he was young, his silver silk was like snow, and he was born like a fairy. He has always received special sympathy from the King, perhaps because of the concubine Xue who passed away early.

In another spring, summer, autumn and winter, the new emperor of the Moon Spirit Dynasty passed away suddenly. It was rumored that the Taishi, who was as beautiful as a woman, ordered Zhao Jiuzhen to ask for an order to follow the former king.These are the afterwords, the new emperor has no remaining sons, only his younger brother Mu Liu, and the court assistants welcomed back the royal blood that was gradually forgotten far away in the Cangxue Kingdom with the royal ceremony.

Outside the long pavilion of the ancients, willows were folded along the ancient road as a farewell. This is the etiquette of some literati and refined scholars.On the day of parting, Mu Liu still went to the place where he used to listen to the piano.At the end of the song, Mu Liu thought that he would carry the piano and leave like in the past, but he never thought that Feng Ming would sit quietly where he was, without moving for a long time.

Mu Han stepped up the steps, but before he got close, Feng Ming broke the strings of the qin, and said coldly: "The hostility in the room is still polluting this clean place, I hope to dissipate you with the qin His murderous aura is useless after all." As soon as he finished speaking, Sui Sheqin walked away with a flick of his sleeves, her waist-length hair as long as silver snow was dazzling.

After returning to the Yueling Dynasty, Mu Liu was diligent in political affairs and focused on military strength. Soon, the Yueling New Kingdom became one of the ten dynasties, and no other country dared to invade.

Later, the armored army of the Moonling Dynasty broke through the mountains and rivers of the Cangxue Kingdom. Once the troops approached the palace, the Cangxue King tremblingly handed over the letter of surrender, and the young monarch on the horse entered the city alone. The man got on the horse, the dust billowed, and the teacher returned to the court.

The king brought back the income of the descendant of the prince, and the whole country knew it. The Chinese and Chinese military officials kept admonishing him. Could it be a silver-haired evildoer, who should be used as a sacrifice to the sky.In the court hall, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, who was always happy but not in front of others, was furious. He killed more than ten old men who had never changed in front of the court, and the rumors on the surface stopped a little.

There were a few red plums in front of the window, and the silver-haired man stood barefoot for half the night, his figure was thin, like a weak willow supporting the wind, Mu Liu gently wrapped his arms around his waist, not daring to increase the force, lest he would be hurt in the slightest.

"Feng Ming, your silver hair matches the red plum." Mu Liu whispered softly.

Feng Ming let out a miserable laugh, his mother and concubine were worshiped as enchantresses by the people of the country because of their hair full of silver threads, and they were burned to sacrifice to heaven. He was only five years old that year, and his soul was turned into a wisp of green smoke by the flames.Maybe I will end up like this in the future, too.

Mu Liu knew that he was noble and noble, and he was used to being silent, so he didn't doubt that he was there.Ever since meeting Feng Ming for the first time, he knew that he would only love one person with sincerity in his life, and it was Feng Ming who supported him through the days after returning to the country to inherit the throne, he wanted him to be by his side, and tried every means No hesitation, even if Feng Ming hates him but has to flatter and obey him, he is not willing to let him go, the extreme of love is not letting go, but crazy possession.

When the plum blossoms are in full bloom again, the white snow is still there. Mu Liu hugged the man with picturesque eyebrows, frowned slightly, and compared them, but the robe was a bit too big. The man didn't care, and couldn't help coughing. more than.The imperial physician was invited to take a pulse, and the imperial physician Baihu shook his head. After receiving the decree of exoneration, Fang opened his mouth to speak some elegant and pharmacological words. He was worried for a long time and hurt his heart.

In the evening, Mu Liu stared at the silver-haired man in light sleep, was stunned for a while, then turned around and found his study room, and said that the thoughts and thoughts of the human heart may reveal clues in the book, and maybe they will know what to worry about and what to fear, so that Prescribe the right medicine to save him from being anxious.

Let's say that when Mu Liu went to the study, he didn't learn anything useful. It was about to dawn, so he had to stop.

A few months later, Feng Ming was seriously ill and returned to Jiuchong Heaven, but the usually majestic king cried unconsciously like a child who lost his beloved.Later, afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, someone cut down the red plum tree outside the window. The craftsman dug out a brocade box next to the red plum root, and presented it.

Mu Liu tremblingly opened the sandalwood box, only to see that there were all things he had discarded in it, the jade he usually carried, the tassels on his sword, and the unused jade hairpins, all belonged to him. It turned out that these had been thrown away long ago. His things have been carefully collected by him.The young king's tears fell on the sandalwood, making a beeping sound, muffled.

Not long after, the sad news of the emperor's death came from the palace, and the whole country mourned.

Ten years later, Qixia Mountain is full of red plum blossoms and covered with snow in winter.

Mu Liu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of love, and he opened his lips and said softly: "Ming'er, stand by and watch the whole world, what does the prosperity of the world have to do with me, what does the world's hustle and bustle have to do with me, all my life, all I want is you. If I had known your intentions earlier, how could we be separated by yin and yang, then I should have taken you away in Cangxue Country, and never asked about the affairs of this world."

The country is easy to change, the beauty is withered, but it is nothing but a cloud of smoke, and the lovesickness is ashes.