Nirvana In Fire

After a hundred chapters, I don't necessarily remember all of the preceding text. If you find any small details that contradict or do not match the preceding text, please remind me to modify them. Thank you.

If the weather turns warm, everyone takes care to catch a cold when taking off their clothes, and don't believe that you will not catch cold again within a month after the cold, I am deeply misled by this myth ~ ~

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Jinling Emperor is divided into inner palace city and foreign imperial city. Palace city governance is under the responsibility of the Imperial Banned Army. The current supreme commander is the Banned Army President. The division of labour among Imperial City guards is much more complicated than the single Miyagi. Civilian criminal cases, daily patrol inspection, bandit hunting, water fire rescue, etc. are the responsibility of Beijing Zhaomenmen, city gate guards, night curfews, suppression of arms fighting and other matters are also under the control of the patrol battalion. Beijing Zhaomenmen is counted as a local government office. To restore life to six departments, the patrol battalion should have been controlled by the military department, but for a long time, because its direct leader, the Marquis of Ning Guo, has been above the rank of the military ministry, so it is super independent, and the military department does not dare to give any instructions to it. In addition, the Imperial City has a number of private militia rights. Since the independence of the Huidi dynasty from the inner palace city, the East Palace has also been integrated into the Imperial City. According to the system, 3,000 soldiers have been accumulated, 2,000 in the Prince's Palace, 1,000 in the County King's Palace, and 800 in a pint army. To a greater or lesser extent, these privileged houses affect the movement of the Imperial City, so to speak, the forces of the parties are staggered, stirring up like a mess. Xie Yu, who is now also the commander of the patrol battalion, collapsed as if he had forcibly smoked one out of this mess, making the rest even more messy.

Approximately a month after the Queen's funeral, Xie Yu stepped out of the heavenly prison underworld and prepared to go to Qianzhou in exile. He was born in the world, a young monk, encapsulated to a pint of junior marshal, the authority herself all these years, once the ice melted, it was like a mirror flower and water moon, a sorghum dream awakened, a rich smoke disappeared, only a pair of shackles was seen, like other inmates, released by two rough servants, not even one more water firecracker than others.

Fortunately, the time of departure of the outlaws was always early in the morning. The streets were still sparse, and Xie Yu felt a little more comfortable without the audience and mocking voices. He had not been sentenced in prison, nor had he even been routinely tried, and although his case was eventually investigated by Leung Di, he had not seen the prime of Leung since his arrival in prison. Of course, the diet in prison is far from the word "good”, but at least it is full, and the usual prison guards in heaven privately abused prisoners, also because the new Ministry of Prisons book management has been eliminated, so Xie Yu was in good health when he walked to the southern gate of Jinling City with a strong shackle.

When the escorts and prisoners arrived at the South Vietnam Gate, it coincided with the opening of the city. Naturally, the patrol battalion guarding the Imperial Gate was the general. At first, they did not notice who was the one who had to leave the chains locked aside and wait for the heavy gate to open. Later, one of the commissioners in charge of escorting met an acquaintance in the guard of the city. After two people were cold, the commissioner gave a floating glance and said with no repressed volume: “Hey, look at your top boss, Grandpa, a few months ago you didn't dare look directly up at him, now go see, it's not a nose, two eyes, the waistplate is not straight yet you! ”

As it turns out, there was a slight noise on the scene. These low-level officers and soldiers had little chance of direct contact with Xie Yu. Usually I think of Master Xie Hou as if he were a man on the cloud. The people on the cloud are now falling into the mud pool, standing in front of themselves, and it is impossible not to venture a little curiosity. So soon, the dozens of officers and soldiers on duty surrounded most of them. Someone was ready to take a closer look by stretching out his hand because Xie Yu's hair had to cover his face and couldn't see clearly.

“What are you doing?” A heavy voice sounded right at this moment, and the owner of the sound quickly squeezed over, trying to disperse the crowd, "What's so good about it, the city gates are open, and you can't even go where you're supposed to stand! ”

“Uncle Qi,” an officer and soldier stretched the tone, “just opened the gate, there were not half ghosts, the brothers just wanted to see, nothing. ”

“Would you like to be seen like this? ”

“I don't do anything. How can I be seen? He's not a grandfather anymore. What do you want with him? ”

When Uncle Qi's face sank, he sighed at the ground and scolded: “When he was a marquis, he should be happy. If he committed an offence, he should step on it. What kind of man is this? ”

In fact, most of the people watching the scene are just curious. They are naturally angry at me like this. Luckily, the seven uncles are usually of good character and have deep qualifications. Someone came out to play the round field to persuade them. Finally, they just didn't fight each other. The two servants watched as if they were watching the show, and from time to time they made two pronouncements. Instead, Xie Yu herself, who had caused confusion, quietly retreated to one side. Her face was hidden behind her hair and her expression could not be clearly seen.

The small leader in charge of this group of officers and soldiers was just standing idly by and not wanting to care. In the army, when is not three days and a little noise, five days and a lot of noise, if you don't fight, you will be fine, not to mention now the genius is bright, the city gate is cold and boring, anyway, just pretend to warm up. But then he accidentally saw two servants whisper their mouths, suddenly realizing that there was an outsider present, he could not help but show the jokes of the patrol battalion officers and soldiers. Now his anger rose, and he grabbed a whip from the side and shouted crisply, "Shut the fuck up! ”

Though he was just a little boss, the county magistrate was less in charge. When he was suddenly angry, everyone was surprised that he didn't dare to disobey. He shut his mouth and spread out. The two servants saw the end of the show, but did not continue to add firewood, but pushed Xie Yu out of the city door.

The South Vietnamese Gate is a loess avenue, even a flat walk. Xie Yu Xiwu's legs were not weak. He did not give the two escort sticks a chance to drive, and walked not slowly. About half an hour later, the sky had dawned, a junior officer stopped to wipe the sweat, and inadvertently glanced backwards, only to see the dust flying, a vegetarian black carriage rushed in, just looking at the puller's horse, he knew it was not ordinary.

The three of them flashed to the side of the road. The two servants watched curiously, but Xie Yu turned away and hid in the thatch beside the road.

The carriage stopped at a distance of three people, the curtains lifted, a young man in plain clothes jumped down and stuffed a large ingot of silver into the hands of two servants, whispering: “Come and walk, please. ”

Although I don't know who the visitor is, but I came to give Xie Yu a ride. That must not be the city well man. The two servants were extremely intelligent and laughed, and stood far away.

“Dad...” Xie Pi shouted with trembling eyes, “Are you all right? ”

Xie Yu stood silently and silently, and finally responded with a faint voice: “Hmm. ”

Xie Pi opened his mouth again, seemed not to know what to say next, stayed for a moment and went back to see the carriage.

Xie Yutong realized that there were still people in the car. He couldn't help but notice. He doesn't know if he wants to see her again in this situation. But whether he wants to see it or not, he has no choice at this moment. The curtains were lifted again, and the dutiful sun slowly walked off the carriage. Xie Yu was surprised that Xiao Jingrui was the one who accompanied some weak elder princess.

Five or six steps away from Xie Yu, Xiao Jingrui let go of his mother and stopped walking in the same place. Princess Luyang continued to walk to Xie Yu and stared quietly at him. Xie Pi wanted her parents to say a few words alone, and now she was sad about Jingrui's contradiction, so she walked over and dragged him further away.

“Is it over?” After a long period of silence, the Princess asked for the first sentence.

“No.”

“What can I do for you? ”

“No,” Xie Yu shook his head, "you still can't protect me in Beijing City, you are even more helpless. ”

The eyes of Princess Changyang were calm and sad. Despite the many tears lately and the yellowish colour and deep wrinkles around the orbit, the eye waves still linger in autumn waters, occasionally slight and still intoxicating.

“The Mr. Su... sent someone to see me yesterday to tell you to hand me a letter. ”

“Letter?” Xie Yu was stunned, but when he thought of what the thought-provoking Mae Chang-su had said, he didn't dare to think of it as waiting time. He hurriedly hung his head and sweated.

“The man said, if you haven't, tell you to write it now, because there must be something deeper behind what you said, write it down, give it to me, and you can live.” The Princess Chang Yang does not know what these words mean, she merely carefully repeats them, word for word.

Despite the fact that the man had strangled her youth romance and that the man had attempted to murder her child, he had been the father of her three children for more than two decades, and she did not want to hear of his tragic death, especially if the man himself did not want to die.

Xie Yu's eyes turned and suddenly realized what Mae Chang-su meant.

In addition to the secrets he had told Mae Chang-su in person that day, there were many things he didn't want to or couldn't say for the time being. This is a long way to go. If Xia Jiang wants to kill him, he can't help it. The only way to save his life is to write down all the secrets in his heart and entrust them to Luyang for safekeeping. If he is okay, Luyang will not publish his manuscript. If he dies, the manuscript becomes iron proof. Xia Jiang is not a confused person. Once he knows it, it is still good to let himself live. He can no longer live reliably. He will not randomly tell the secrets related to the two people living and dying together. Instead, he dies himself, and nothing can be saved.

This is indeed, indeed, the last lifesaving straw...

Princess Yang Chang still watched him quietly, waiting quietly for his decision, without any urge to persuade him.

Xie Yu's heart suddenly got hot and her eyes couldn't help but get tidy. Though a couple for many years, the only one in the world who can still believe that there is still a little hope is Luyang.

“Do you have a pen or paper?” After stabilizing his steady mind, Xie Yu asked softly.

Princess Luyang stroked a long box out of a wide robe sleeve bag with ready-made ink and a long vegetable silk.

“Write it on this one. ”

Xie Yu looked at the two servants who were looking at him from afar. “It's okay," said the other Mr. Su, "the more people know you've written this stuff, the better. ”

Xie Yu immediately grasped the pen and hurried up. Because he was wearing shackles, Princess Daiyang laid the vegetarian shackles on the shackles. When he wrote a few words, he helped him move the shackles, but the focus of her eyes had not yet been on those letters for a moment. When Xie Yu was so easy to write, she immediately folded up the vegetable silk and placed it in an embroidered bag, unplugged a fine needle tied to it and sealed the bag tightly.

“Luyang...”

“I'm not going to show this to anyone, and I'm not going to read it myself. I don't want to know anything about what you've done, because it's best for me to know nothing...” Princess Yang put the embroidery bag in her arms, her eyes are stunning, “I also have some clothes for you to wear along the way. ”

Xie Yu looked at her softly and wanted to * * * her face. Her hands just moved. She immediately felt that she was shackled and could only bear it. "Yang, take care, I will definitely come back to see you again. ”

Chang Yang's eyes were slightly red. Turning around, she did not answer the sentence. She raised her hand to show Xie Pi. Xie Yu hastily settled his mind and quickly said while his son was still not close: “Yang, this embroidery bag, you must not give it to Mae Chang-su. ”

Princess Luyang glanced at him and nodded softly: "Don't worry, I will carry this embroidered bag with me as long as you live. ”

After just saying this, Xie Pi has come. He was thorough and saw his mother's instructions, so he went around the carriage to remove his baggage and tie Xie Yu to his back. Xiao Jingrui still stands far away and occasionally turns his gaze to look at him.

Xie Yu has not always had a genuine father and son affection for Xiao Jingrui. Princess Lu Yang misses her son now and is sad. Xie Pi has always been very attentive. Therefore, no one has spoken to Jingrui. Everyone looked at Xie Yu quietly for a while, but Xie Yu first said: "My journey is not short today, so let's break up. Pile, take good care of your mother. ”

Xie Pi answered and helped her back slowly. As soon as the two maids saw that the delivery was over, they also came with sticks. Xie Yu didn't want to see the wagon of Zhiyang go away, so he turned around first, took a deep breath, was preparing to walk, suddenly he felt a chill attack, he had to strike a chill, looked up, only to see the ancient path of the surrounding desert grass, there was no trace of the beast, thought it was just feeling wrong, shaking his head hard.

That's when he heard Xie Pi pour in a sip of cold air.

He looked up again and saw that no one was in front of him. The tall thatch seemed to be separated by waves. Summer and winter were dressed in pure black, and he slowly walked over.

If it's just summer and winter, it's not enough to get Xie Pi to breathe cold air. What really surprises Xie Pi is the look on his face in summer and winter. It's as deep as the sea, cut into bones, as cold as ice, as cold as frost, and full of resentment and hate...