"Ling Yun, you are crazy!..."
Hearing that his mother, Princess Changqing, had committed suicide because of him, Ling Yun was heartbroken. His grief and anger could not be resolved for a while. He grabbed the long sword on the table with trembling hands, unsheathed the sword, and without hesitation, stabbed it across his neck. go!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Lian Nanchun's hands and eyes were quick, and he hurriedly performed the "Search for Flowers in the Sea" from behind, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and shouted sternly to stop it.
Ling Yun had not recovered from his serious illness, and his body was extremely exhausted. He felt like his head was spinning as he struggled with Lian Nanchun, but he was still stubborn and refused to let go of the hand holding the sword.
"Let me go, let me go..." His eyes had lost their luster, and were as red as if they were congested with blood. They emitted a frightening scarlet-colored cold light, crazy and chaotic.
I have never seen Ling Yun like this before. He is such a calm and calm person in normal times. Even when the mountains are overwhelming and swords are thrown against him, he remains calm and unfazed.
But at this time, his intense emotions were like a violent storm, ravaging his body and mind uncontrollably; his soul was also torn apart by the severe pain that hit him, and he let out shrill roars one after another.
In Ling Yun's near-collapse state, Lian Nanchun had no choice but to turn to his little aunt Lian Xiezhong for help.
Lian Shezhong sighed softly, raised his parallel fingers, as fast as a whirlwind, as fast as lightning, and hit his two large acupuncture points, "Ruanma" and "Jianjing" without any explanation.
Ling Yun couldn't help but slumped down, his whole body instantly falling into endless darkness. The hustle and bustle of the world turned into nothingness in that moment.
Lian Nanchun took advantage of the situation and held him in his arms...
Thick ink clouds squeezed the dark sky, like an extremely melancholy person, covering up the scarlet eyes just now. They were so heavy that they seemed to fall down, and the whole world was suppressed and silent.
Ling Yun lay on the hospital bed for three days. During these three days, he did not eat, move, or speak. He turned a deaf ear to everyone's advice and ignored everyone's comfort. He was like a dead person without any life.
Lian Nanchun saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, but he was helpless.
On the morning of the fourth day, she went to his room to see him, but saw that the hospital bed was empty and no one was there. She broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly chased him out, looking everywhere.
In the wilderness, in front of a new tomb that had just been erected, a handsome man in flowing white clothes stood in trance.
Straight and flowing black hair, slanting sword-shaped eyebrows, sad and obscure black eyes, cold and lightly pursed thin lips, angular contours, a tall and strong figure, reserved and elegant yet desolate and lonely, as if she is dressed in silver when she is alone. The perfect statue wrapped in it looks deserted.
He stared blankly at the lonely and desolate green tomb, the white marble stele in front of the green tomb, and the seven sad writings on the stele that were still blood-stained: "Tomb of Mother Changqing Princess", his face was pale, and his eyes were red. , the light spots in the black eyes are sparse and broken.
An old owl croaked sadly and flew over the head. He silently raised his face and looked at them sentimentally, a layer of desolate chill appeared on his handsome and innocent face.
The light in his eyes flickered on and off, and thousands of emotions seemed to be gathered in those clear eyes that had looked at each other for thousands of years. So many memories from the past flooded into his heart at that moment, and he burst into tears.
He remembered that the first time he met Princess Chang Qing was at the Marquis's Mansion. He was newly married to Princess Huanyu, and that day he went to the Marquis's Mansion to take her back, and accidentally met Princess Changqing.
Although the identities of each other were unknown at the time, perhaps it was God’s will. The blood connection and nature of mother and son made that meeting warm and cordial, especially when the two people’s eyes came into contact for the first time. It was a strange feeling. Thinking about it now makes me feel trembling and unforgettable.
He thought of the beautiful spring a few years ago, when he, Huanyu and others met Princess Chang Qing and He Yuting when they were out on an outing outside the city.
He remembered the time when he was recuperating in the Marquis' Mansion. When he was at his most hesitant and helpless, Princess Chang Qing took care of and cared for him meticulously.
He remembered that after Mr. Lu was implicated in the Prince's case and falsely accused and imprisoned, he went to the Marquis' Mansion several times to ask for help from his mother, Princess Chang Qing, and his father, He Yuting, and the misunderstandings and estrangements he had with them...
Now he and his mother have finally eliminated their misunderstanding and reconciled. But just when they are looking forward to enjoying the happiness of family relationship, they are separated forever. He didn't understand, could it really be God's will?
There were footsteps behind me. Without looking back, he knew who was coming.
Lian Nanchun silently walked forward and bowed respectfully to the tombstone three times, and then there was an unspeakable silence.
In the bleak wind, the two of them stood there like this, the atmosphere depressing and somewhat suffocating.
"Zhichao, it's getting late, let's go back." After a long silence, Lian Nanchun gently tugged on his lapel and whispered in a low voice.
"No, you go back first. I want to stay with my mother for a while." Ling Yun's Adam's apple slid slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse.
The autumn and winter breeze stirred up his messy black hair, and his pair of obscure eyes were wet and misty, even the eyelids were drooped, like a defective product that had been pulled off the altar, miserable and broken.
Lian Nanchun was stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Ling Yun slowly lowered his eyes, pulled out a self-deprecating arc at the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Why, are you afraid that I can't think about it anymore? Don't worry, although the depression in my heart still cannot be relieved, but I won't Go ahead and commit suicide foolishly."
Lian Nanchun said: "Really, it's best if you think about it."
Ling Yun's face was full of sadness, and he said sadly: "What's the use of thinking about it now?... I just don't understand why my mother couldn't think about it at that time. If she could think about it, she wouldn't have died..."
Lian Nanchun looked at him with her beautiful eyes and said: "No, you are wrong. The reason why she died was not because she couldn't think about it at the time, but because she thought about it."
"What?..." Ling Yun said "Ah" in confusion, as if he didn't understand what she said.
Lian Nanchun lightly frowned and said thoughtfully: "You can think about the situation from her perspective: the Song Dynasty collapsed, her royal family members died and dispersed, facing The family was ruined and the pain of losing a son, and He Yuting treated her like that, she must have been disheartened and lost all hope at that time."
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, and his melancholy eyes were immediately covered by the sharply smudged thick ink; his fists could not help but tighten, and the veins on the back of his hands stretched.
"Stop talking!..." He was heartbroken.
Lian Nanchun said softly: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. Zhichao, let's go back. Adjust your mentality. There are still many things waiting for us to do."
Ling Yun turned around again, knelt on the ground, and bowed deeply to Princess Changqing's "tombstone" with tears in her eyes.
His back was slightly bent and his head was lowered, as if he could not see any emotion; his lips moved slightly, but he did not say a word.
I don’t know where the sound of water droplets came from, and there was a "pop" sound, which was the sound of tears falling...
The cold wind blew by, and the withered yellow leaves all over the ground fluttered in the wind. In the desolate wilderness, the air was filled with desolate loneliness.
On the way back, Ling Yun kept frowning in thought without saying a word.
Lian Nanchun saw what was on his mind and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to go to my mother's shrine in the Marquis' Mansion to worship in person."
The sudden words were like a heavy stone thrown into the calm water, which made Lian Nanchun startled and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him.
"Just now...haven't you already worshiped?" She hesitated.
Ling Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was slightly choked, "Yes, I have worshiped just now, but this can only be regarded as a little spiritual comfort for me - it is a pity that the 'grave' is not even a The Cenotaph doesn’t count either.”
Lian Nanchun looked at him with sad eyes and said, "But I believe that if your mother has a soul in heaven, she will definitely look at you with joy in heaven."
"But no matter what, I still want to express my condolences before her soul." His voice was low and trembling, but it revealed a power that no one could question or change; his eyes were so determined that they were almost stubborn.
Lian Nanchun lowered his silent eyes, looking a little helpless, "Zhichao, you are too stubborn."
Ling Yun said painfully: "In any case, she is also my biological mother. As a son of man, when she was alive, I couldn't pay tribute to her in front of her knees; after she died, I couldn't wear mourning in front of her coffin. This is what I do. My son is too unfilial..."
The air froze for a moment. The surrounding atmosphere once again fell into a stalemate and turbulent silence.
Lian Nanchun couldn't help but frown; she pursed her red lips gently and said euphemistically: "Zhichao, I'm not stopping you from fulfilling your filial piety as a son of man, but the current situation is very serious, there are many crises everywhere, and the security inside and outside the capital is tight. , it’s too dangerous for you to go at this time.”
"But if I don't go now, I will have a bad conscience for the rest of my life - so, I must go this time!"
When she said this, Ling Yun's handsome and innocent face had a look of determination; especially those dark eyes, like two pools of deep and persistent lake water, slowly swaying straight into her heart, exuding an irresistible aura. charm.
Lian Nanchun's eyes were complicated under the thick eyelashes like butterfly wings, and he sighed softly: "Oh, I really can't do anything to you..."
