Nirvana In Fire

(Don't worry about Sister Hai being influenced, the plot outline and keynote of the whole book are already set, you can see the title of this volume. People who think I'm being influenced, they don't even know I'm being influenced, so they associate certain comments with the moment they see something. I will not change the original setting because of the views of individual readers, and of course I will not deliberately omit to write about Ned for the avoidance of doubt, both of which are identical in nature. This is my book. It also expresses my own view of life and morality. Whether the reader recognizes it is the reader's business or not, it is my own business to decide how to write it. Even if I feel that it is Xiaobai's own little white, it has nothing to do with any reader.

At the crossroads, in the car of Puyang Mansion, which passed with the Sujiao carriage, it was the Princess of Puyang herself. She had just arrived outside the city gate, sent the last child around, sent him far into the rivers and lakes, to poor mountainous places thousands of miles away, and moved the remains of his father. Unlike his brother Xiao Jingrui, Xie Pi is a perfectly complete son of the world. For the impression of the rivers and lakes, the scenery and legend are no surprise. This road is tall and long. Although it is surrounded by several domestic servants, it is inevitable that the mother's heart will be tightened.

Just outside the South Vietnam Gate, only Yan Yuzin came to deliver the trip. Perhaps it cannot be said that this is the cold state of the world, but at the very least, no one is willing to pay any more attention to them.

At the time of the trip, Xie Pi repeatedly prayed. Please visit his mother more often. His words were sincere and his face was calm. After a storm, the famous man matured a lot. Under the cover of those bizarre events, many ignored Xie Pi's suffering, but in fact he lost no less than anyone else. No doody, no future, no brothers, no lovers. The father, who was so revered, is now left with nothing but a stigma. But in the face of such an upside down change, he cannot be depressed or depressed, because he must look after his weakening mother.

Xie Pi was never Princess Yang's favorite child, but after the catastrophe, he proved himself to be his most trusted child. He was going to take care of the mess left behind by a crushing capital, clean things up and demobilize his servants; he was going to constantly keep an eye on his mother's mood fluctuations and survive a sleepless and fried night with her; he buried his sister, sent away his half-brother, and he appeased his brother studying at the Academy in the mountains, trying to minimize the impact of this disaster on Xie Xiao. At this moment, he had to put on some simple clothing and make a long journey to escort his father back home.

As the son of Ning Guo Hou Fu, Xie Pi had inherited all the cultivation he had received, but now he is dealing with a situation he had never thought of before. So Yan Yuzn said very sincerely on the way: “Xie Pi, I underestimated you before. ”

The last child was sent away, and the tears in the eyes of Princess Changyang have dried up. She declined Yan Yu Jin's request to go with her. She sat alone in an empty carriage and returned to her home, which she could no longer call home. In terms of treatment, the eldest princess is as well fed as she was before, travelling around, still luxurious, but deep down in her heart, she feels that she has become destitute and that those who are precious and cherished in her heart and feelings have left her behind.

When I was a child, I waited for her grandmother to come. Replace her with a light silk thin coat, remove the hairbrush, and make her as comfortable as possible on the long bed. Two waitresses knocked her waist and legs slightly on their knees. Another waitress held a feather fan to bring the breeze. The jade was clear and burned with musk under the window. Luxury and richness remained as usual, except for the emptiness and sadness of the heart.

Once so intense and rigid, he could not bear such loss, love, husband, son-in-law, children... cut with one knife, then, forgotten the pain, only numbness and fragility left.

“Princess, would you like a bowl of Anshen soup?” The nurse whispered, her eyes filled with pain and worry. Unwilling to deepen the worries of the old man with white hair, Luyang reluctantly revived his spirit a little. “Okay, let me drink it myself, let me rest. I'll be alone. ”

The old nurse instructed the maid to put down the soup bowl and lead them all away. After a minute and a half, she quietly came in and saw that the soup bowl was empty. The princess on the long bed slept together. The statue was quite peaceful. This only made her feel a little relieved and held the little girl to a real rest.

At the end of the summer, the cicadas were low, the autumn was not ringing, and the surroundings were silent as water. Princess Yang did not like to be around when she took a nap, so the ladies dropped the drapes behind them and stood outside the palace door. There was only one elder princess left in the bedroom. In a quiet silence, the curtain latitude of the side door of the western compartment suddenly moved, a slim figure flashed in, like a cat with a fallen paw, then floated to the bed, first kneeling down, watching the occupant, then fingertips gently, the hand sitting between the waist of Princess Yuyang gently moved away, lifting the coat collar. On a white coat, a bright yellow incense bag tied to the belt was prominent, and the visitor immediately revealed his delight and reached out to untie the ribbon on the incense bag.

Although the appearance of the vanilla bag is very ordinary, it was finely tied several dead knots on the belt, the visitor tried it out, couldn't untie it at all, then he touched a dagger from the sleeve, was going to cut the ribbon, suddenly felt a strong wind coming behind him, even sharp, panicked and turned back to avoid, not long ago, just got hit on the side shoulder, the whole body flew a few lengths away, hit Zhu red columns on the fall, suddenly spit blood, unconscious.

The movement was quite minor, not only the maids outside the temple poured in, but the sleepy Elder Princess was also awakened and sat up violently. But she hadn't seen everything around her, and she had a wide, steady hand to hold her body and a familiar, gentle voice in her ear: "Mother, are you okay? ”

Princess Changyang trembled all over her body, calmed her gaze and looked at the face in front of her. Darker, thinner, calmer, heavier eyes, but suddenly, still the child I love the most.

The child who carries more of her favorites, more of her hurt and more of her guilt.

“Jingrui...” The name just came out of the pale lips, and the already dried tears burst out. Hold him tight, hold him in your arms and never want to let go again.

“Yes, it's me...” Xiao Jingrui patted his mother's back, her eyes red but still smiled. Previously, in peace and prosperity, mother-child politeness, but now, after the disaster, such fleshy intimacy.

“Jingrui, you should have gone back a day earlier.” She shed a tear. Princess Dayang inhaled. Relaxed her arms slightly and looked at her son's face. “Pil left for Qianzhou today, you can't see him...”

“I've heard from the housekeeper. It's okay. He's got the spirit. He'll be back soon.” Xiao Jingrui wiped the tears off her cheeks with her own sleeves, softening her voice: “I will stay with you until my second brother returns. ”

The usual phrase only led to the tears of Princess Chang Yang. After being so easy to hold on to, she still stared at her son, and her eyeballs didn't turn a bit more, and she didn't have enough to look around. Xiao Jingrui was more stable than her. At this time, she remembered the person who had just been slapped by herself and flew away. She got up to see it. She was only a waitress clothing woman. Because of the trauma, she still fell in place. The women next to her were unknown, so nobody dared to touch her.

“Jingrui, what's going on?” Princess Zhuyang stood up and walked over to take a look.

“I'm not sure either. Because I heard that my mother was resting and I was not informed when I came in, I saw her pulling out a dagger in front of my mother's bed, in a hurry, and her hands were heavier.” Xiao Jingrui examined the woman's injuries and frowned. "She can't wake up for a moment and a half. She looks familiar. Is she an old man in the house? ”

The woman in charge of the princess's office had already replied, saying that the woman had been a waitress in the house for more than three years, which made Xiao Jingrui more confused, muttering to herself: “If she had been in the house for so long, for the sole purpose of assassination, there were so many opportunities, how could it be delayed until today? ”

Princess Chang Yang was also stunned by her eyebrows. “Who would want to assassinate me today if I were insignificant? Jingrui, are you sure she was going to kill me when you saw her? ”

Xiao Jingrui's eyes frowned slightly, flashing back to the quick glance at the time, suddenly frowned and asked: "Mother, do you have anything between your waists? ”

“My waist?” Princess Zhuyang slowly caressed to her waist, her fingertips brushed over the silk surface of the capsule, her face slightly pale, “only this... you know, Xie... a handbook when he walked away...”

Hearing her mention of the handbook, Xiao Jingrui suddenly recalled what was going on at the time. His mind suddenly turned to Rin and he said, “What is the contents of the handbook, has Mother read it? ”

Princess Yang shook her head a little weakly, "The reason I kept this handbook for him is because of his entrustment, to save his life. I don't want to see anything in between...”

Xiao Jingrui is also not interested in the secrets Xie Yu may remain. Because the more he knew, the more pain he suffered, and the consequences of the old stains being dug up were unbearable suffering and suffering, which he knew better than anyone. However, it was difficult to guess who the enemy was and to judge the extent of the danger of the current situation if the contents of the manuscript had not been clarified, so he had repeatedly thought about it or had rejected all his servants in the room.

“Jingrui, would you like to see it?” Princess Zhuyang held his hand.

“Your safety is important to know who the handbook involves before you know what to do. If the mother doesn't want to know, watch the child alone. ”

Zhuyang Chang princess smiled slightly, lowered her head to open the incense bag between her waist, took out the ink-scattered handkerchief, softly said: “If you want to see it, let's watch it together. If that's another old wound, it's better for two people than one. ”

Xiao Jingrui reached for the handkerchief and sat next to his mother, shaking it flat. The mother and child hold the two corners of the handkerchief and look carefully from the head. At first, the two people just looked a little heavy, but watching, the blood on their faces gradually faded away, turning into a miserable white, a long, floating towel in their hands, as if it weighed ten thousand kilograms, saw later, Luyang's hand relaxed, the whole person fell on the pillow, covered his face.

Xiao Jingrui grabbed the root of his teeth and picked up the corner of the scarf his mother threw away, staring at his palm and insisting on reading the last word. Before reading the handbook, he had imagined that he would see something terrible, but only after he had really read it did he realize that the previous preparations were of no use. Those fluttering words formed solid ice all over his body, and the horrible chills swung from head to toe, strangling his heart tighter than ever. After that broken night, Xiao Jingrui thought there was nothing to shake his emotions easily. But the truth that this thin scarf reveals today is another hell completely different from his own, a deeper, darker, meaner, shameless hell, one filled with blood, grievance, shame and sorrow.

In the refinery of hell, a generation of wise kings, a generation of good-looking men and 70,000 loyal souls were buried, as were the brightest and brightest teenagers of the Golden Emperor, and the hopes for ideals and clarity in the hearts of countless people.

The smooth silk towel should have a cool touch, but when Xiao Jingrui rubbed it in the palm of his hand, he clearly felt a burning flame, burning along all extremities, seemingly burning out five dirty sixes.

Princess Luyang, who fell on the couch, whimpered low and could barely breathe. Sister Jinyang's blood across the jade seemed to soak up in front of her again, dyeing everything in sight into red, immaculate for eternity.

Xiao Jingrui reached for his mother's thin shoulder and turned her towards herself. The moment the mother and child meet, they understand each other's thoughts.

“No, no...” Princess Yang grabbed her son's arm in horror, sweating cold, "The case was handled by His Majesty himself, what can you do? What can you do? ”

Xiao Jingrui stared at his mother, his eyes fixed, and there was no shaking at all.

“Mother... I don't know what I can do, I just know... I can't do nothing in the face of the truth like this...”

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