Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

The sound is too low. It sounds in this dimly lit room, and it sounds more like a dream whisper, but there is a light coming in from the slightly opened window, just cast in front of the bed and can see When a lot of dust was flying inside, at this moment, the dust seemed to be still for a while.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a while, the old man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes were muddy and old, but at this time, there was a flash of light, and he said softly, "Who is calling me?"

"..."

"who is it?"

Yu Wenying looked back at Xie Yi, then lowered his head, and said gently: "Grandpa, grandson this time at the city gate, saw a person."

As soon as he finished this sentence, the old man in the bed was struggling to get up. Yu Wenying hurriedly reached up and helped him up. The old man leaned almost completely on his shoulder, and he had no strength to sit up by himself. This movement made him breathless, as if to fall down the next moment.

I looked at his eyes, blurry and clear for a while, as if looking at things was laborious. After a while, I finally found Xie Tiao's location by the dim light in the room.

He looked at him for a moment and said, "Is this this guy?"

Yu Wenying nodded: "Yes."

The old man looked at him and said, "Who are you?"

Xie Yan's low voice seemed to be stained with heavy emotions, and he opened his mouth and choked me while standing aside.

He said, "My surname is Xie."

This time, I clearly heard the sound of the old man holding his breath.

The flurry of dust in that light set off the stillness at this moment. Several people in the room seemed to stop breathing and heartbeat.

I don't know how long, when the old man spoke again, his voice seemed to be a few decades old, as if it was only possible to make such a sound from the ashes of time, he said tremblingly: "You, surname Xie?"

"..."

"Qintian Supervisor is Xing Datong, who are you?"

"It's my great-grandfather."

The old man was quiet again.

But this time, he laughed quickly. When the wrinkled face laughed, it felt like crying, even the sound of his laughter was like crying, he After laughing for a while, I slowly nodded my head and said, "The descendants of Xie Datong have finally arrived."

"..."

"I'll figure it out, it's time to come."

"..."

"I've been wondering why my old guy has been sick and dragging and suffering, but he can't die anymore. He's almost a thief. It turns out that I'm waiting for you."

"..."

"Okay, okay, okay."

He even said three "good" words. It seemed to be a joyous and reassuring thing to really reunite with the descendants of Xie's family, but I looked at those murky eyes. The painful light can also understand that he is really happy, but happy because he can finally be freed from pain and remorse.

However, he just said—Qintian Supervisor?

Xie Datong?

In the Qin Heavenly Prison of the current dynasty, there was no one named Xie. However, if it was Xie Yi's great-grandfather, it would have been at least sixty years ago, that is, the former dynasty.

Xie Yi's great-grandfather was the former Qin Tianjian supervisor?

My heartbeat could not help speeding up.

In fact, this incident is not too surprising, no matter how many violent wars they experienced during the demise of the former dynasty, but as long as they are 60 or 70 years old, they naturally have experienced the war of the previous dynasty, In the case of eighty or ninety-year-olds, there must be some memories of the former dynasty, and even some people have held official positions in the court of the previous dynasty.

It's just that there are too few people now.

When the Pei family invaded the Central Plains, the population in the Central Plains was almost reduced by half. The protector of the country also told me that when they broke into the imperial city, blood was flowing into the river, and the corpses ran across the wild. In that situation, Next, maybe the people of the former imperial palace can survive, not more than ten.

Therefore, few people know the secrets.

But at this time, I remembered that in the snow last night, Xie Xun looked at the sky, he was not ordinary looking at the sky, he was stargazing.

That's why he said that to me-poor academic skills.

His great-grandfather was the Superintendent Qin Tian, ​​the official who observed the astrology for the royal family, and knew the blessings. Then he obviously learned this ancestral technique, and then he said that he "is not good at art".

It seemed that I felt my messy breathing and heavy heartbeat. Although Xie Yan was fully focused on the old man, at this time he couldn't help but look back at me, I was standing in the room almost half of my body In the dark, he just raised his head at this moment and gave him a complicated look.

Although his eyes were dark, in the dark abyss, I seemed to be able to see some undercurrents, which I had never noticed in the past, and at this moment, finally unveiled.

At this moment, the old man on the bed said again: "Are you here to take my life?"

As soon as he said this, Yu Wenying's eyes immediately revealed a bit of fierce light.

He looked up fiercely and looked at Xie Yuan.

Xie Yi's shoulders also twitched slightly. He was silent for a long time and said, "Originally, yes."

"Originally? What now?"

"Now, I don't want to take your life."

"why?"

"Because you are alive now, maybe more painful than death."

Everyone knows that when a person reaches the age of death, he is really suffering, and it is really very painful, but it is not so much more painful than death. Seeing that old man's gray eyebrows are all frowned, Xie Yan is slowly Said: "The best home for heroes is, of course, the sword head licking blood horse leather to wrap the body. At that time, one of the wonderful Eight Pillar Kingdoms, Baishan Sabre Yu Wenkang has become like this, lingering on a sick bed, and having no chicken power In the end, it is more likely to vomit blood and die. Isn't it a pity? "

Every time he said a word, the old man's breath became a little bit heavier. When he said "the sick bed and the power of the chicken", the old man was almost out of breath.

Even under such dim light, I can see that the old man's face is getting paler and even paler.

Yu Wenying hurriedly stretched out his hand and stroked his back to help him smooth his breath and said, "Grandpa, what happened to grandpa?"

"Huh ... whh ..."

There was a dry gasp in Yu Wenkang's throat. Several times I thought he would not be able to sustain it, but in the end, the sputum was still spit out by him, but with a little bloodshot, Yu Wenying's eyes became red. , Raised his head and stared angrily at Xie Yan.

Xie Ye, who has always been shown to be calm and restrained, has never found out that he still has such a sharp side and such a sharp side.

Na Yuwen was out of breath for half a day, and finally took a breath, slowly raised his head to look at him, and said, "Okay."

"..."

"If you are going to avenge me this time, you have already done it."

"..."

"These words do make me more uncomfortable than killing me."

"..."

"you did it."

Yu Wenying supported her grandfather and said fiercely, "You're not leaving!"

Xie Yan instead took a step forward and said, "It's not over."

"Not finished yet ?!"

Yu Wenying this time seemed to be completely intolerable. When he dropped the old man, he would rise up and rush towards Xie Yan. Instead, it was Yu Wenkang, who had fallen into the quilt and couldn't even breathe, but he was exhausted. A little effort grabbed his grandson's sleeve: "Don't be impulsive!"

"grandfather!"

"For all these years, I have been waiting for the Xie family."

"..."

"It's so easy to wait for him. Whatever he wants to say and what to do is up to him."

"..."

"Even if he really kills me with one shot, I have no complaints."

"..."

"You must not interfere in this matter!"

"grandfather!"

"promise me!"

Although the hero is old, Hu Wei still exists. In a word, he still let this young man who can confront the enemy army with one sword outside Tianjin City bow his head. Yu Wenying struggled for a long time, finally exhaling a long breath, and then slowly Sit back slowly to the bed and help your grandpa up.

Yu Wenkang's thin shoulders shook up with his breathing, and he could see that the old man was dead. Just now Xie said that he was so glorious and wonderful. I think it can make people like Xie Yan say With such words of praise, Yu Wenkang's youthful style is afraid that it is truly unthinkable today; but no matter what style, it is a thing of the past. At this time, years have devoured all his scenery and health Spit it out, but it's just a drooping old man who can't even move by himself.

The lateness of the beauty and the end of the hero are regrettable, but no one has thought of it. In fact, the lateness of the hero is also a kind of helplessness and sorrow for fate.

This may be the sadness shared by all the heroes.

Obviously nothing to do with me, at this time, I still could not help but lower my head a bit sour.

But the next moment, when they both spoke, my breath tightened.

Yu Wenkang raised his head and looked at Xie Yan, said pantingly, "You're not finished, do you have any more to tell me?"

Xie Yi said, "I have finished speaking, and now, I am asking for my great grandfather."

"Your great-grandfather ... Xie Datong? What is he asking?"

Xie Yan took a deep breath and slowly said, "Before my great-grandfather died, he only asked me to ask Yu Wengong a word-Yu Wenkang, did you see the astrology, or did I see it right!"