Strange Tale of Qingluan

In the seventh year of Taisho, it was early summer, but the singing of cicadas had already resounded through the earth early.

When Monk Jianqing turned his head, he found himself standing alone in a wilderness, at a loss as to where to go.

Suddenly a call came from a distance, and it slowly approached.

He followed the prestige and saw a handsome young man with long silver hair draped over his shoulders happily running towards him.

"Flame Wind! Flame Wind!"

When the boy ran to him, he couldn't help raising his hands, wanting to hug him, but in an instant, the boy's figure was replaced by a white light.

When he was stunned, he rubbed his eyes, looked again and found that he was in the meditation room, what he saw just now was just a dream.

"Yan Feng! Don't go! Yan Feng..."

Even though it was the reunion seven years ago, the call from that time still lingered in his mind.That day, he stood on a high place, seemingly ruthless, but he just didn't dare to follow the sound to take a look.

During the seven years, he occasionally went to the dungeon in Qingluan City, secretly visited Huang Yan through the prison door, and every time he took a glance at him and left in a hurry.

At the beginning, he chose to become a monk because he wanted to clear up Huang Yan's crimes, and also because he wanted to forget his feelings.Whenever he heard how many murders Huang Yan had committed, he recited more sutras and practiced more good deeds, but after so many years, his emotional root was still cut.

He looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand, and remembered that the day he just became a monk, he said to himself - if he fell in love with Huang Yan again, the Buddhist beads would be broken and scattered, and he would never recover.

Now that the Buddhist beads are still intact in his hands, he sighed softly, put only the Buddhist beads on, and left the meditation room.

In the afternoon, a carriage crossed the mountains and arrived at the main gate of Qingluan City. The heavy iron gate was raised immediately, allowing the carriage to enter the city smoothly.The carriage went straight to Xiangxuanzhu before stopping, the door opened, and it was Su Zhongming who got out of the carriage, but he didn't look as leisurely as usual, he only rushed to the Elder's Pavilion at a fast pace.

In the dungeon, it was as silent as ever, only a figure slowly ascended from the steps that spread into the depths, passed through several iron gates, and came out to the entrance, and the several iron gates closed one after another behind her.

Fei'er leaned forward, took a look at the food box Ye Shuangshuang was holding in her hands, and couldn't help saying quietly: "This prisoner really doesn't appreciate face, he doesn't even eat the cakes made by the city lord himself, if it were me, I would have eaten them all a long time ago .”

Ye Shuangshuang replied calmly: "Not everyone is a believer of our city lord."

Fei'er was dissatisfied and said: "The city lord treats him so well. He also gives him medicine for sores and delicious food. Which prisoner would treat him like this..."

Ye Shuangshuang was afraid that she would chatter, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Okay, okay, go back early." He pushed her away while talking.

On weekdays, there were no lights in the dungeon, and at night, it was still pitch black, as if no one was in charge.Suddenly there was a sound of limping footsteps, echoing in the dungeon, a tall figure passed through several iron gates, and came to the place where Huang Yan was imprisoned. Voice.

Huang Yan has a solid foundation in martial arts and has a keen ear. He has already sensed that someone is approaching, but he just pursed his lips and didn't care.

A pair of piercing black eyes outside the iron gate looked at him, but the master of the black eyes didn't say a word.

After a moment of silence, just as the hidden figure outside the iron gate was about to leave, suddenly Huang Yan's cold laughter came from inside the iron gate, which stunned that figure.

"I don't need anyone's sympathy! I'm not wrong! I love him, what's wrong..."

Hearing these words, the person hiding outside the iron gate couldn't help lowering his head slightly, feeling sad, but he still didn't say a word.

Huang Yan opened his lips again: "Why don't you leave! Or, Qingluan City sent you to monitor me? Hahaha! Mufeng Club has been destroyed, so what's the value of keeping me? The guillotine has been prepared for me a long time ago, isn't it?" ?”

The people outside the iron gate just turned their faces away, remaining silent.

Huang Yan said again: "Before I go to the guillotine, you tell Yanfeng for me! Tell him: Obviously we are not wrong, we can elope, why should we take the blame? Why should we leave me? Before I was executed, Come and see me? Send me on my way..."

As soon as the words were finished, the iron gate opened, and a tall figure gradually approached, standing in front of him, looking at him with his head bowed, and suddenly lifted a strand of messy hair that covered his face, and lowered his head to stick to him. Pale lips.

Huang Yan was taken aback, and also saw the familiar silhouette through the moonlight.

Suddenly, the string of beads on the monk's neck broke, and one hundred and eight beads scattered on the ground, rolling in all directions, never to be picked up again.Seeing that Monk Qing hastily let go of his hand and looked at the scattered prayer beads on the ground, he was stunned, stepped back and ran out of the dungeon.

"Yanfeng? Yanfeng! Don't go! Yanfeng—"

Huang Yan yelled, tears welled up in his eyes, and slid across the delicate Furong's face.

Two days later, a boat docked at the bank of the river in the village. Li Xuan carefully helped Su Zhongming onto the shore, and opened a black-painted oil-paper umbrella to shade him from the sun.The two went to a temple in the alley together, walked around the small path by the wall, passed through the courtyard gate, and came to the door of the Buddhist hall. They stopped and looked at the lecture hall inside.

After a while, a young novice stepped out of the threshold and asked the two of them, "What's the matter with the benefactor?"

Su Zhongming replied: "I have something important to do and want to see Master Qing later."

The little novice immediately led the two of them into the Buddhist hall.

Five days later, an order was issued from Xiangxuanzhu in Qingluan City, announcing that Huang Yan would be taken to the Criminal Court for execution.On that day, the person who had been imprisoned in the dungeon for seven years finally left the dark dungeon after bathing and changing clothes.

I saw the disciples of Siwuzhu standing outside the walls of Xingyuan, guarding Xingtai very tightly. Huang Yan raised the corners of his lips and walked through the main gate with a cold smile. The heavy iron gate was ruthlessly behind him. closed.

He was taken to Xingtai in the center, knelt and sat on the cold stone slab, raised his eyes to look at the many faces under the platform, recognized the Sixth Elder Yan Yan, but remained silent.

A while later, Su Zhongming came with Yi Yeqing and sat beside Yanyan.Seeing that everyone present was in place, Yanyan stood up and announced with a loud voice: "The execution begins!"

When the words fell, Ye Shuangshuang rushed forward, took out a frosty white cloth belt from her waist, tied Huang Yan's long silver hair, pulled up the long silver hair, hung the cloth belt on the shelf, and then retreated. Down.

Holding the sharp Mo Dao in his hand, Yan Yan approached Xingtai, and then swung it towards Huang Yan without any hesitation.Huang Yan only closed his eyes without showing any resistance.

The moment the knife light fell, the strands of hair actually broke, and Yi Yeqing stepped forward to undo the shackles and shackles.Huang Yan opened his eyes in surprise, looked at Yanyan, then at Su Zhongming, and said in astonishment, "This is... what's going on? I...?"

Su Zhongming replied: "You are dead. You are no longer Huang Yan!"

Huang Yanli got up and looked at his long hair, and turned around to see Ye Shuangshuang picking up the severed hair from the ground and putting it into a big black brocade box, he was very puzzled: "Qingluan City...won't kill me?"

Su Zhongming stepped forward, opened his lips and said: "It's a surprise, right? You were indeed going to die, but you couldn't die! The Dazheng court needs you to participate in a confidential event, and you must return to Qingluan City. This is your only chance to redeem your sins." .”

Huang Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered for a while, and said, "You think I will agree?"

Su Zhongming said to himself: "You will definitely agree, for example for Zhu Yanfeng."

Huang Yan was startled when he heard this.

Su Zhongming added: "He is waiting for you."

Without saying a word, Huang Yan rushed out of Xingtai crazily, towards the exit, and saw a tall figure standing there, he couldn't help but stop.The man turned around, it was Zhu Yanfeng who had withdrawn his monk's robe and Buddhist beads and returned to vulgarity, with a cloak still hanging in his arm.

Huang Yan was extremely happy, rushed forward and called out: "Yanfeng..."

With a smile on the corners of Zhu Yanfeng's lips, he put on the cloak for him, and he hurriedly threw himself into Zhu Yanfeng's arms, and Zhu Yanfeng also embraced him.

Huang Yan blurted out: "Is this a dream? Or the [-]th floor of hell?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "You are still alive." Gently brushing away a small lock of front hair that covered his face.

Huang Yan was so happy that he couldn't help crying.

Su Zhongming's voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Excuse me. Qingluan City has executed 'Huang Yan', and you must change your name in the future."

Huang Yan asked: "If I return to Qingluan City, what about Yanfeng?"

Yanyan opened her lips and replied: "Zhu Yanfeng never really left Qingluan City, but just resigned from the duty of protecting the Dharma. The arrangement of the two of you can be known after I return to the Elder's Pavilion."

After saying that, the back door of the execution court opened, Zhu Yanfeng put on a cloak and hat for Huang Yan, covered his face, took his hand, and followed Yan Yan away.

Not long after, the main gate also opened, and Ye Shuangshuang stepped out of the execution court holding a black brocade box, followed by four strong men carrying empty coffins, and headed for the cemetery outside the city.

Half a month later, in the capital of Pingjing Palace, Shangyuan Hexiang wore Zaoshu double swords on his waist again, and went to Zhuzhen Palace to find Su Zhongming to learn swordsmanship, only halfway, in the long corridor, with a white-clad The robe passed by the handsome young man in the dark blue robe with the dark unicorn pattern, the silver-gray belt around his waist, and the front hair tied behind his head, and he couldn't help but stop and look back.

"Father...?!"

The young man turned his head when he heard the sound, opened his lips and replied: "The concubine of the county has admitted the wrong person. The next one is the grand minister of Jinling Pavilion in Qingluan City - Wenren Wuji." He just held his hands together and continued to walk forward.

Shangyuan He Xiang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had admitted the wrong person, and continued to Zhu Zhengong.

Walking to the mid-air arch bridge, Huang Yan looked back again, and saw Shangyuan Hexiang leaving in the distance, with his hands behind his back, his lips curled into a smile, and then he ran to the Taixue Institute, the closer he was to the Taixue Institute, the more he could hear the sound of reading.

As soon as he arrived at the back door of the study hall, he happened to catch a small figure sneaking out. He hurriedly crossed his arms on his chest, raised his foot slightly to step on the door frame, and showed a wicked smile on his lips: "get out of class is not over yet, my lord." Where are you going?"

Li Zhen looked up at his expression, felt scared, quickly shrank back, slipped back to his seat and sat down obediently.

Huang Yan entered the study hall through the back door, sat quietly behind the students, put his hands on his cheeks, and looked at Zhu Yanfeng who was standing on the podium and teaching seriously with a smile.

"The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren, on the side of the water, a gentle lady, a gentleman..."

Before I finished reading, a child's voice suddenly interrupted: "Teacher, I have a question! Why is it 'A gentle lady, a gentleman is good' instead of a 'handsome and handsome man, a woman is good'? I heard that Yang Xinsu's mother was still You have pursued my father so hard!"

Yang Xinsu was immediately dissatisfied when she heard the words, pointing at Li Zhen who was opposite, blurted out: "Don't think that you can talk nonsense just because you are the emperor! The emperor is very handsome, but my mother is still married to my father!" Then he intentionally provoked him, "And I listen It is said that Mister Wenren is even more handsome than the Supreme Emperor!"

When Huang Yan heard these words, he couldn't help but suppress his smile, and his eyes fell on the two children.

Li Zhen refused to admit defeat, and replied, "I want to go back and tell my father!"

Zhu Yanfeng was afraid that the students would quarrel, so he opened his lips to smooth things over: "It's almost time, everyone go back and copy this poem carefully, and hand it to me tomorrow morning. get out of class is over."

Seeing Zhu Yanfeng packing up his things, Huang Yan immediately stepped forward, put his hands on the podium table, and watched his actions.

Zhu Yanfeng raised his eyes, just in time to meet Huang Yan's gaze, and couldn't help being slightly stunned.Huang Yan smiled at him softly, and then helped to tidy up the books.

Yang Xinsu glanced at Huang Yan, then leaned into Li Zhen's ear: "Look, I said that Mr. Wenren is more handsome than the Supreme Emperor."

Li Zhen hummed softly, and replied: "Then you will look good in the future and make me chase you!"

Yang Xinsu didn't say a word, but made a grimace to fight back.

Zhu Yanfeng didn't hear the student's conversation, so he took the books and left Taixue Institute. Huang Yan followed quickly, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist without any scruples.

"The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren..."

On the way back, Huang Yan couldn't help learning this sentence, but was interrupted before he finished reading it.

Zhu Yanfeng said: "The so-called Yiren is close at hand." Suddenly he stopped, his index finger lightly slid across his face, slid to his chin, gently supported his chin, lowered his head and pressed his lips, not caring about the sunset glow in the sky Hui.

----------------

Grand Minister of Jinling Pavilion: The leader of the incident investigation team of Qingluan City