Si Tian Guan Chapter 150

    The afterglow on the west side has not yet finished, it is time to turn on the lights, and there is still some time before the curfew, but it is cold in winter, and thin ice can be seen everywhere on the road.

    There were not many pedestrians, as if they were all swept back home by the cold wind.

    Qu Shenzhou pulled the front placket forcibly, no longer caring if anyone was watching him, stumbled forward all the way, the half chain dragged on his feet scraped the ground, making a harsh sound sound.

    The eyes are in a trance, obviously looking at the intersection not far away, but it seems that there is no way to pass.

    He knew that he should not stop, Liu Chongming should have received the news at this time, and came over from the Jinxiu Camp on horseback, but it took a stick of incense to catch up soon.

    It's just that my feet are too heavy to take a step.

    As he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, he looked up at the sky, and in the dark night hung crescent moons as thin as willow eyebrows.

    He laughed to himself in his heart - it turns out that luck can't be changed, when was his luck so bad.

    Today is the new night.

    The sound of the horse's hooves was very clear in the cold street.

    Qu Chenzhou beat up the spirit of being drowsy from the cold, turned around as if over his own strength, turned his back to the person who came, and walked forward with all his strength.

    "Qu Shenzhou! Stop for me!"

    The voice was familiar, but I couldn't tell if it was more anger or pleading.

    Since he can't make a guess for himself, he chooses to gamble with his own life.

    Bet ​​he can squeeze through that narrow gate.

    "Sink the boat!"

    Qu Shenzhou did not look back, took another step with difficulty, and could clearly see that the shape of a carriage gradually appeared in the darkness.

    The corner of his mouth has not yet raised a smile, and the sound of breaking wind roared down behind him.

    Before he realized what happened, he fell to the ground, his mouth was full of fishy sweet taste, and the blood that suddenly spurted stained the road ahead.

    "Go back!"

    As if she had not heard of it, Qu Shenzhou was mad, struggling forward with all her strength.

    Liu Chongming caught up with a few steps, stepped on his ankle, and the whip tip hung down: "Or let me kill you here."

    "No..." Qu Chenzhou shouted hysterically, as if gaining some strength from the sound, and took another step forward.

    The hand bound in the iron finger cuff could no longer grasp the placket of the shirt, and the skin was sharpening the gravel wrapped in the ice, and it was impossible to detect whether there was any injury.

    He was shaking with pain, and he couldn't hear or feel anything.

    The carriage in his eyes was getting closer and closer, but Qu Chenzhou could not lift his head more and more, and gradually fell to the ground.

    Someone jumped out of the carriage first, I don't know who it was, there was noise in my ears, and I didn't know what the people above were arguing about.

    His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he seemed to be on the verge of death, but he tried his best to hold the foot in front of him.

    "Save me..." He hissed, "Save me..."

    He raised his head and tried his best to follow the hem of his clothes to see who was coming, but he saw the snow falling on the top of his head, and the cold wind that rolled the snowflakes wrapped in the boundless darkness, instantly swept him away engulf.

    Liu Chongming staggered into the door as if he was drunk, and someone came to help him immediately. He pulled the person into his arms like crazy, and greedily wanted to smell the familiar smell in his neck. And shoved away in horror.

    "No! You are not him!"

    My mind was messed up, and it seemed that I was trying desperately to remember who this "he" was, and trying to forget it.

    "Who is he? Where did he go!"

    Liu Chongming held his head and screamed, as if he was about to tear himself in half.

    "Come on! Hurry and find the doctor!" Someone instructed the servant, then turned to call him: "Chongming! Wake up!"

    He woke up from the sound, pounced like a hungry wolf, grabbed the other side's shirt, and roared: "Why did he go out! What did he say to you! Did he even You lied too! Why did you let him go!"

    There was someone to support him, and Baishiyan was not knocked down by him.

    Baishiyan didn't know what to say. Looking at his terrifyingly red eyes, he could only say, "Chongming, let him go."

    "Why...why?" Liu Chongming was completely stunned: "You don't hate him? You don't blame him? Didn't he lead you to Beiwangpo? Did he!"

    As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he asked madly: "That note was not written by him! Is it right! I wronged him! In fact, I am damned! I was wrong right wrong!"

    In fact, he himself knows that the only person who can write such handwriting is Qu Shenzhou.

    "Shiyan! Please tell me! You tell me the truth! Did he let you go to Beiwangpo! Look at my sister in the city, does it have anything to do with him?"

    In Shiyan's hesitation, he got the answer.

    "Chongming," Bai Shiyan dared not look at him, and said softly, "I know what happened to you in the past..."

    "What do you know!" Liu Chongming only felt that there was stagnation in his chest, even if he was hoarse, he couldn't express it: "You don't know anything!"

    "I remember the past! He is a devil! He deserves to die!"

    Baishiyan's eyes swept around, signaling everyone to step back, and sighed deeply.

    Since he was entangled between his two younger brothers, he has been living in entanglement and anxiety for a long time, and he was unable to close his eyes for a few nights before the autumn hunt.

    Although I didn't experience the life and death in the past, I understood Liu Chongming's contradictions and pain to some extent.

    I also know that Chongming's true despair is many times more than what he has experienced.

    He thought about it, and was so uncomfortable that he was about to explode, but Qu Shenzhou threw this stall to him and didn't let him talk, making him seem to be frying in a frying pan.

     "Chongming, you have a good rest these few days, and I will tell you in a few days."

    He turned to leave, but Liu Chongming held him tightly.

    "What did you say? What did he say to you? Did you believe him? Why don't you blame him for hurting you? Did he sleep with you?"

    Baishiyan's blood rushed to the top of his head, and a slap fell on Liu Chongming's face.

    He suddenly understood what Qu Chenzhou said - between us, we all let each other down, and we can't talk about who forgives who.

    Chongming is always kept in the dark by them now, should I say it is pitiful, or should I say hateful, between them, who should say sorry to whom?

    "Chongming, since you ask that, I will answer you," he tried to suppress his anger: "This time, I choose to believe in Shen Zhou. I will say another word for Shen Zhou, Liu Chongming, you are You bastard! Not worthy of a sinking boat!"

    Liu Chongming stood on the spot as if immobilized, looking at Baishiyan in disbelief.

    Never thought that he would hear this sentence from Shiyan's mouth, he could even doubt himself, and never doubted the trust and frankness between Shiyan and him.

    It's not just White Rock.

    And Jingchen...the Jingchen he grew up with.

    Since he met Fang Wuyang, Jingchen gradually let go of the knots he had held for many years, and had more private contacts, joking and joking, as if he had returned to the old days.

    But all this turned out to be his illusion.

    Not long ago, Jing Chen, like Shi Yan now, stood opposite him for the sake of Qu Shenzhou, even at the expense of facing him.

    Can only helplessly, watching Jing Chen carry the unconscious Qu Chenzhou into the carriage.

    A song sinking, making everyone around him crazy! All black and white is turned upside down!

    Or is he crazy? Or is he still stuck in a nightmare he can't get out of and still hasn't woken up?

    "Why did you..."

    Liu Chongming bit his hand frantically, the pain was eroding to the bone, and the blood was dripping, but he still refused to stop.

    "Why are you betraying me!"

    "I'm going out! Wake me up! Wake me up!"

    Woke up groggy, still having a terrible headache.

    I thought he was going to lie on the bed, but what he saw first was a few cases, with a tea cup. I don't know when, he leaned against the window and fell asleep like this.

    Someone reminded softly: "Marshal, people are coming."

    Liu Chongming was startled, and immediately knew where he was. Only in that "previous life" did someone call him that.

    He followed the man's fingers and looked down, the street was crowded with people, and the soldiers cleared the road ahead, clearing the way in the middle.

    Then, he saw someone coming this way.

    Qu Chenzhou should really hate him, even if he is reborn once, he will never forget it.

    Hate to endure humiliation and burden for so long, and entangle with him, let him willingly dig out his heart, offer it with both hands, and then watch it being trampled under his feet.

    He didn't know which Liu Chongming was sitting here, the two worlds seemed to be stacked together.

    Sinking…

    The country hates the family, cheats and betrays, and he doesn't even have the strength to go crazy.

    "Liu Chongming, you will regret it!"

    He shouldn't regret it.

    "The subject harms the country, and there is more to die for." He looked back, watching his reflection in the tea being shattered by trembling hands, gnashing his teeth: "This is what he deserves."

    He didn't understand what he had done wrong and why he would end up with such a betrayal of relatives.

    Should I lose my finger and see my past life?

    Should you be blindfolded and pushed into the abyss?

    "Your Majesty," someone asked cautiously, "Do you still want to wake up?"

    Liu Chongming raised his head in confusion. He was no longer in the teahouse. The lights were dim and the space was cramped.

    But he was so tired that he had given up struggling and didn't want to wake up.

    In the world over there, Qu Chenzhou left him, and he had no nostalgia.

    Not far in front of him stood a standing flail, with a person locked inside, with his hands and neck fixed, blindfolded, his head slightly tilted back, and he had passed out.

    "Can't hold it..." He muttered to himself, his mind went blank.

    He looked at the motionless body in his arms, blood mixed with something, dripping down the ground along his legs, and suddenly collapsed and cried.

    Why don't they die together, why live.

    "No...don't die..." He couldn't help hearing the absent-minded whisper: "I want him to live, not to die..."

    Alive.

    Actually, he knew that Qu Chenzhou had to die, and not dying was not enough for the anger of the common people, and not enough to comfort the many people who were killed.

    But Shen Zhou was always vivid in his memory. Even after ten years, he still remembered that frown and smile.

    Liu Chongming staggered a step and was supported, and the person beside him was Jingchen.

    "Your Majesty," as if to shatter his extravagant hopes, Jing Chen whispered to him, "He is dead."

    The deceased was tied to the Soul Breaker not far away, his head bowed, several silver arrows pierced through his heart, and the bow was still in his hand.

    He finally got his wish and got his revenge, and was delayed by the blade of revenge.

    Qu Shenzhou died, but he survived, living in a world where there will be no more sinking boats.

    He fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

    "Chongming, Chongming!" Jing Chen's voice continued to call him.

    But he was unable to get up, unable to raise his head, as if he would freeze to death in the cold wind, choked and shivered.

    A cup of tea was splashed on his face, Liu Chongming woke up suddenly, and saw the familiar curtain above his head, and Mu Jingchen in front of him was much younger than the man who had just supported him.

    He stared at Jingchen blankly, opened his mouth, and the tears from his wet cheeks flowed into his mouth, salty and astringent: "Where's Shen Zhou..."

    Mu Jingchen froze for a moment and pulled him up.

    "Shiyan let me call you."

    "Go and see Qu Shenzhou."

    "He's dying."

Chapter end