Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

King of Iron Faces.

These three words seemed to have magic power, and at this moment, a curse was released.

The tall man in front of him seemed to be hit hard. The three magic words pulled him back from reality all at once. He even forgot to breathe for a while, and the whole person stood stiffly. The hand was slowly lowered and fell weakly on one side of the body.

I looked at him without saying a word.

I don't know how long, I saw his hand slowly raised again, but it reached his own face.

He took that iron mask off himself.

A familiar face appeared before my eyes.

Although many years ago, when I was arrested by the people of Losh on the way to Shengjing, I already knew the Iron King from the mouth of General Ba. I heard of his legendary experiences, and even better his appearance and Huang Tianba. They are very similar, but when I really see that handsome and beautiful face, I still ca n’t believe my eyes, I just think that everything should happen only in dreams.

But how could it feel so real in a dream?

In my dreams, how could I see Huang Tianba's old age look old?

He and my parents, who are already half a century old, are handsome and beautiful people. When youth passes away, only vicissitudes of life are left. But he still has the style of flying from the old jade face. The outline of that face is still clear, the forehead is full, the bridge of the nose is straight, the angular lips are not thick and thin, and the whole face is just beautiful, but these are not him. The most similar to Huang Tianba, the most similar is the pair of bright to almost style eyes, beautiful shape, clear black and white, as if the heavens at the most pleasant time, gave him such a gift, and will smoothly The starlight of the sky has all melted into his eyes.

If Huang Tianba's eyes are a fascinating Jiuquan and a quaint fragrant wine, his eyes are this vast sea, deep and elegant, and it is impossible to extricate himself.

And how many people look at the vicissitudes of this world with such eyes?

I looked into his eyes, and it seemed that I had seen the vicissitudes of life in these years.

Of course, the vicissitudes are not only in his eyes. I know from the mouth of General Pakistan that although the iron-faced king is handsome in appearance, he has an iron skeleton and conquered the tough men on horseback. He has never been very handsome about himself Be careful, otherwise, you wo n’t be shown all year round with an iron mask with blue-faced fangs. Men like him will naturally not take care of their looks like those women or white-faced boys. I now see him with a dark complexion, rough skin, and perfectly shaped lips are all cracked by the sea wind. His mouth added some discordant "decorations" to such a handsome and overly-faced face.

If those who regard appearance as life look at him as "scratching" himself, I'm afraid to cry, "Mourn in the sanctuary! Mourn in the sanctuary!"

Looking at him like this, I don't know if I'm indulging in the past or in shocking him, and I can't even look away.

After a long time, I said softly, "Uncle."

He looked at me and looked at him as if he felt something, and didn't speak immediately.

I spoke again, stuttering: "I've always wanted to see you."

I have a lot to say to you.

He was silent for a while, but slowly said, "But I really didn't expect to see you. I always thought that maybe one day, Huaiyin would come to see me." At this point he paused and looked again I glanced at it, and I clearly saw a sense of loss in his eyes, and then he said, "You don't look like your mother at all."

I smiled.

But I do n’t know why, with this laughter, tears burst into the air, almost bursting out of my eyes, but I just gritted my teeth and endured, and even said with a smile: "But some people who have seen me and also my mother have said I look like him. "

He looked at me for a while, still shaking his head, and said lightly, "You are not her."

"..."

At this moment, I seem to understand it.

In the eyes of many people, my temperament is like my mother, but in his eyes, I don't look like my mother, even let him evoke a similar appearance of memories of the past, and my temperament is no longer Like her, I'm not her either.

Thinking of this, I could not help but smile awkwardly.

It seems that a poor-quality counterfeit is put in front of someone who really knows it, and all the crappy designs become a joke.

He didn't notice it at all, or even if he did, he wouldn't care about the embarrassment and loneliness in my heart, and just asked, "What about your mother? Is she here?"

"..."

I was silent for a moment.

If before, I would still argue with Xue Yan, but now, the King of Iron Face is standing in front of me, and the light in the eyes of my mother when he mentioned it can't hide anything. At this time, if To say that between them, or that he has no admiration for my mother, is to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

So when that sentence came out, I also felt a little bit of difficulty--

"She, passed away."

As soon as the voice fell, the iron mask he held in his hand fell into the ground, and the heavy voice echoed in this spacious room, magnified many times, and the sound was trembling.

He froze and looked at me: "What are you talking about?"

"My mother, she is dead."

"..."

"It's been years."

After saying this, I calmed down, but couldn't say anything else, especially looking at the dark, iron-faced face that looked like an iron mask, and a crack suddenly appeared at this moment. Both movement and blankness are exposed at this moment, uncovered in the infinite flashing light in the eyes.

"She, passed away?"

"Yes."

"Hai Yin, is she dead?"

"Yes."

"Why--dead?"

"I left Xichuan when I was very young. The day after I left, she died." I said with a nasal voice, "Weng Weng said," No one told me exactly how she left. Father Nor did she enshrine her spiritual position in the ancestral temple of the Yan family. "

When I say this, I can't say any more.

Not only did the irrepressible pain in my heart surge up, I also saw that the eyes of King Tiemeng turned red at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and a strong contour appeared on his face. I even heard the rattling of his teeth. Suddenly he turned around and walked to the huge chair in a few steps and reached out Holding the armrest of the chair, squeezed it tightly, as if only relying on that to support himself.

I just wanted to comfort him, but I didn't say anything, I saw him suddenly reach out and hit him on the armrest!

Hearing a loud noise, the large chair was split by half with his palm, and the sawdust splattered and the wooden chair crashed. I was shocked. The subconscious stepped back two steps, but saw that he turned sharply and walked in front of me again, his face turned blue, his eyes turned red, his chest was violently swollen, and his mouth gasped heavily. As if a flame of flames were burning in his chest.

He struggled for so long and finally gritted his teeth and said, "She shouldn't."

"..." I looked at him stupidly.

He gritted his teeth. "She shouldn't."

"..."

"She shouldn't be so short-lived, no matter how others treat her, she shouldn't be so short-lived."

"..."

"Although I know, the matter in her heart is very heavy."

I looked at this kind of excitement, but desperately suppressed my own iron king, but I felt that there was something in my chest that was desperately inflating and turning, as if it were going to rush down and destroy everything.

She shouldn't, so short-lived.

However, the matter in her heart was very heavy.

At this moment, I am even powerless to think about what the original mother looked like, and why her mind is so important?

I smiled suddenly, but it was to make him feel better, and to make myself more acceptable, and said, "Maybe there is something that makes her-it's hard to bear anymore, right?"

The iron-faced king's eyes were almost bloodshot and red. When he looked at me, his eyes became hot.

"She was only married to him by her father's persecution at the time, and finally--" When speaking of this, my voice choked slightly, and barely smiled: "But I was driven out of the Yan family and finally in Xishan At my feet, I live on those students and monks. I'm also a woman, I— "

When I didn't finish my words, the King of Iron Face suddenly frowned.

"force?"

I looked up at him.

His good-looking eyebrows twisted two deep gullies and looked at me: "Who told you that your mother was persecuted by your father before marrying him?"

"..."

I was suddenly stupid.

Subconsciously said: "No, isn't it like this?"

However, this is what the fearless monk told me personally. He was the one who had been with my mother at the beginning. He also watched his father and mother meet each other from the last meeting, and since childhood, he has always loved me. , Even more so favoritism, can he still lie to me?

No, I don't believe it.

But, if he didn't lie to me, what did Iron Man King mean?

I hurriedly said, "Well, you mean, my mother was not forced to marry my father?"

The King of Iron Mask did not answer this question immediately, but narrowed his eyes a little, and immediately remembered what he looked like, and a sneer flashed on his face: "This is what the fearless told you?"

I nodded hurriedly.

"Huh," he shook his head coldly. "This man, a handful of years old, hasn't been awake for years."

I looked at him more and more in wonder: "So, what is going on? I heard Uncle Fear say that my father had locked up his mother for more than two years before she was forced to agree to this marriage. Isn't this the case?"

The iron-faced sighed and shook his head.

"of course not."

"..."

"Who is Huaiyin? He promised to marry him after being locked up for two years?" He sneered and said, "If that's the case, I'll take her to the grassland and shut her up forever."

I was stunned and hadn't had time to say anything, but heard that he himself laughed at himself and said, "But if she's such a person, I won't rob her, or even shut her down."

"..."

"I won't even look at her."

His looks are beautiful. Although Shao Hua has passed away, his natural beauty, especially the powerful and manly masculinity, still makes him more attractive than many young men. And his smile, but it was like suddenly pouring a warm current into the world of that strong and resolute man, a soft breeze, like the sun on the ice, bright, brilliant.

That feeling is exactly the same as the original Huang Tianba!

I looked at him, only feeling sore, almost unable to bear tears.

But I still hold back the excitement at this moment. After all, he and I still have time to solve many doubts and many problems. Now, I decided to clarify the things before me.

I said, "You mean, my mother wasn't forced to marry my dad? But my dad kept her there for two years--"

"It's not him who has locked up your mother for two years, but your mother who has locked herself up for two years."

"What ?!" My eyes widened suddenly. "She closed herself for two years?"

"Correct."

"Why? Why did she lock herself up?"

"Because," there was a hint of sorrow in the iron face of Zhang Junmei's face, and even his voice was hoarse.

"..."

"Decades of cleanup have been in vain because of your father."

For a moment, I felt the blood in my whole body stiffened, and a sudden heartbeat made my ears buzzed and hurt. I looked at him inconceivably, looked at it for a long time, and said dryly: "Heart-move?"

"Yes, she said. She said she had just arrived in Xishan and was still watching the scenery, and someone asked her to drink tea."

"..."

"Then she followed that man to the gazebo in Houshan, where she met your father."

"..."

"They drank a cup of tea together."

The poison on my body was cleared by Xue Muhua, but now my breathing was pressing again, as if something heavy came out suddenly, pressing it on my heart, making every breath so difficult. I took a deep breath, and when I looked at the King of Iron Mask, my eyes were almost red.

"What happened then? What happened to them?"

"Later? I heard that your father hurried back to Chengdu to get married, but left the bride on his wedding hall, saying that someone else was already in his heart, and he decided to marry someone else. That 'other person' , Of course your mother. "

"..."

"But when your father went to her again and asked her to marry him, she refused to see him."

"..."

"She locked herself up."

"..."

"Your dad wants to see her, but also knows that if she can't figure it out by herself, she can only force her to death."

"..."

"So your father sends someone to guard her every day and give her food. As soon as she speaks, he will immediately rush to see her and wait for her answer."

Tiemen Wang said, and smiled: "This is what the fearless monk said, your mother was held by your father for two years."

"..."

"He is a dead brain. I know that he has a deep affection for your mother. Because of him, no matter what your father does, he thinks it is your father who is hurting your mother. Explaining this, he only determined that your father was bullying her, and locked her for two years before forcing her to marry your father. "

"..."

What the Iron Mask King was still saying, but I couldn't hear anything anymore.

Everything he told me has completely overturned my previous cognition. Those past events that have been sealed in memory, those past events of many years, suddenly appear so clearly in front of me, but it seems like a burst of smoke, Confused my eyes again.

Only his words, like thunder, echoed in my ears--

Because she was so excited ...

Decades of cleanup have been in vain because of your father ...

I was so excited ...

I was so excited ...

She didn't feel compelled to daddy, and she didn't complain. It was her heart that made her marry. The two of them are not a coercion, one is coerced together, but a true love affair.

But why?

If it's a love affair, why should she lock herself for two more years?

If it's a love affair, if it's her heartbeat to my dad, if she's locked herself for two years, and after she comes out, she decides to marry my dad, then it's all her own choice, no one is forced She was not forced by anyone ... but why she always had a faint smile in her memory, her eyes were almost pure, and why the life of the three of us never made me feel her enthusiasm, only her Standing there from afar, looking at our cold feeling like outsiders?

Didn't she choose my father, choose all of it?

I just feel that my heart is rising, and the grievances that have been ignored for many years have blocked my throat, and tears have almost rolled out from the dried-up heart field. I raised my head and looked at the Iron Mask King, almost unable to bear it. When he asked to ask, suddenly, a word flashed in his mind--

To be precise, it is the two words in that sentence.

Clearance.

Decades of cleanup ...

I suddenly felt a buzz in my head.

There seemed to be something desperately beating me, and in that huge blow, those noisy words, countless scenes in my memory flashed in front of my eyes like a lantern.

I have spent countless nights with her.

She was holding a candlestick, and in the flickering candlelight, she seriously looked at the letter and sent her from somewhere.

The candlelight was extinguished, and she shone on her half-length hair. Many silver wires mixed with it were turned into a snow-colored light under the candlelight ...

She frowned deeply, and the worry in her eyes seemed to be a few decades old.

I looked up with trembling and looked at the King of Iron Face: "You just said she-Qingxiu, what's going on?"

King Tiemen looked at me without a look on his face and said calmly, "You won't know, your mother, was he a nun before she married your father?"