The strange sunlight was dazzling, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the boy's face through the bamboo forest, and the tree tops cast beautiful shadows.
The boy's fundus seemed to be against the light shed by the sun, spreading fine light gold in the dark pupils, like the Milky way falling stars.
long time,
The young emperor said softly, "there's one."
His voice was very soft, floating in the air along the warm wind, and the aftersound swirled.
"Is that the childe?" the host didn't seem surprised. He was silent and asked, but he had guessed the answer from the bottom of his heart.
"Can't you?" Chu Huai didn't answer the question directly, but asked with a flickering smile on his lips.
"Your Majesty has gone all the way to today. The road in the past is very difficult. Now..." master Huiyun said.
But before he finished, Chu Huai lowered his long eyelashes and said quietly. His voice seemed to be cold after thousands of years: "I have nothing."
He said "I", not "I".
Why fear losing it again?
Chu Huai leaned lazily there, his dark eyes like deep ink seemed to have a smile, but also didn't smile.
The young emperor quietly drooped his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes.
He had never thought that he would like a mysterious, uncertain person who might even kill him
Or a... Teenager.
He once swore to the blood, to the ashes of his only relative,
I will never trust anyone again in this life, and I will never fall in love with people in this world.
But now,
He still chose this road and did not return.
How cheap people can be, he showed it incisively and vividly.
"This is the case in the secular world. If your majesty wants to be with that, he is afraid of many difficulties."
"Those who refuse to obey will be killed." the young emperor raised his eyes. His dark eyes were as empty as a pool of stagnant water. The strong wind could not lift the waves, and the huge waves could not excite the waves. Only the cold pool without focus was left dead.
There is no temperature, like looking at the corpse. All the people under the sky are corpses.
His expression was indifferent and his voice was solemn, like the coldness of thousands of years of ice and snow.
Even if it's shocking, how can it be? Secular shackles are meant to be broken.
He must get what he wants.
No one can stop it.
Facing master Huiyun's stunned look, Chu Huai turned the topic and smiled gently, "you are the only elder I respect. I also hope to get your blessing."
"There has always been a prayer tree in the temple. Everyone who comes to the temple to worship the Buddha will go under the prayer tree and make a wish. If your majesty wants to, go."
"I don't believe in Buddha." Chu Huai snorted coldly and said carelessly. His thick curled long eyelashes covered his eyes, like a butterfly wing perching and all kinds of scoundrels.
God stops killing God and Buddha stops killing Buddha. If he believed that, he could not be like this today.
The host smiled and didn't speak again.
Just the next day,
He walked through the prayer tree,
Looking at the young emperor who was always proud, he stood under the tree and hung the note with handwriting on the branch piously.
A light wind blows,
The branches of the old tree swayed, the shadow of the tree whirled, and the golden bell scraping on it sounded slightly with the note.
The young man is dressed in black, with a slender figure and fluttering clothes. Hunting generates wind.
The host was stunned. He couldn't help laughing. If his voice sighed, "it's really a child..."
Return to Beijing again after sacrifice,
When I left Beijing this time, I was already making small moves in private.
I don't know whether he was rectifying the people in the capital or investigating the assassin thoroughly. Chu Huai was very busy and almost disappeared all day.
The memorials on the table were piled into a mountain.
"Help me study ink." Chu Huai pushed the inkstone to dye white, leaned lazily against the chair, and turned over the memorial with slender white fingers. The whole person looked depressed.