The Words of the Number One

When we arrived at the main hall, there was a little rain in the mountains, and the incense and incense wafted from the Buddhist temple, making it quieter and more serene. Xin Ran burned incense and prayed that Ji Yu also worshiped according to the ritual, Xia Wan led us to wait outside the hall, and I told Xia Wan that I seemed to see the emperor. Xia Wan went in to report to Ji Yu with a serious expression when she heard the words, she whispered something to Ji Yu and Ji Yu raised her eyes to look at me, then nodded to Xia Wan. His expression did not look surprised.

Probably those pigeons had told him some news.

It was already noon when the sacrificial ceremony was over, so we went to have a fast meal and rest for a while.

During the vegetarian meal, Lai Ying said that this Jiyuan Temple is full of incense and making wishes is especially effective. The temple provides turmeric paper, which can be written on the paper and burned in the incense burner to reach the gods. The girls all said that they were going to make a wish later, and Zikou was also very excited, but she remembered that I didn't believe in gods and asked me if I wanted to go.

I said, "Let's go."

"Hey, sister Azhi, since when did you start believing in gods?"

"Starting from the Lantern Festival this year." I said with a smile.

Zikou didn't know why, but she was still very happy. I ate slowly so I told them to go first, so except for Xia Wanmo Xiao who was accompanying Ji Yu, the other girls went to the hall to make a wish. When I came to the main hall after the vegetarian meal, there were not many believers in the hall. I took a pen and paper, unfolded the **** paper, and suddenly thought that Ji Yu had also written a wish. What would he write?

Maybe it's revenge? But back then those who were sorry for him died, and the only living emperor was also forced to be severely injured by him. When will Ji Yu report this revenge?

At that time, Shen Baiwu also asked Ji Yu if he had thought about what he would do after revenge, but he didn't answer. Ji Yu almost killed her former self, resolutely running all the way on this road of revenge. Maybe Ji Yu didn't think about the future or the consequences.

He did these things recklessly.

I sighed softly, and wrote down my wish on that paper, as always, those eight characters.

Only a gentleman can live forever.

I hope that one day after you have finished your revenge, you can still live happily for a long time. I have nothing to do with this matter, I can only pray to the gods.

The master of the monastery took the paper I had folded and put it in the incense burner for burning. I put my hands together and knelt on the futon, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue. When I walked out of the main hall, I saw the boy who helped me while climbing the mountain hurried past. I thought about it for a while and then followed up secretly. I made a few turns and walked to a very remote and quiet place. He walked out while I stayed behind the wall , and heard an old but majestic voice.

"If you continue to make trouble, there will be no end. Ji Yu, if you hate me, you can kill me now. If you hate Ji Yang, you can replace me. I have nothing to say, but you can't sacrifice a country. Zhou has dozens Wanzimin, they supported you until you were fourteen years old, but in the end you want them to be displaced?"

After a while of silence, I heard Ji Yu's laughter, and I can probably imagine his disdainful and absurd expression, and the playful eyes with his chin raised slightly.

"Wow, what a noble reason. It seems that you know that Song State is preparing to attack Zhou, so you can't sit still now? That's right, a monarch like you is a blessing to all people. For the sake of your own people, your wife can die. The child can die, and you can die too. Since you don't think you are wrong at all, why should I send you to the underworld to disgust my mother, brother and sister? There are countless wars in this world caused by me, and people who died because of you I don’t know how to calculate the blood debt on our bodies, who is better than whom?”

The old voice was silent for a moment, and said: "Ji Yu, the king is the refuge of all people, and sacrifice is indispensable."

"I thought that sacrifice should be voluntary. Why would you describe death by design as a high-sounding sacrifice, Your Majesty the Son of Heaven?"

The emperor was quiet for a while, and then slowly said: "Think carefully, your mother's relatives and Xin Ran's parents and relatives are still around."

"You threatened my brother and my mother back then, and now you are taking them again? You can kill them, I have nothing to give up." After a pause, Ji Yu smiled again: "You want to live to see Zhou perish, father. If you don’t want to fight with me, even though you haven’t won the fight for six years, you still have to try, don’t you?”

I'm leaning against the wall, I can't see anything from this angle, luckily I can't see anything. Ji Yu always smiles brightly at this time, and is extremely arrogant and fierce, as if a raging fire has exhausted his life, and it will continue to burn like this until everything on his path is turned into ashes and burnt until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dried up.

He might as well cry.

But he never cried.

He smiled even when it hurt the most.

I didn't want to hear any more, so I turned and left, returning along the way I came. Thinking that the emperor asked Ji Yu for peace, Ji Yu would definitely not agree. This is an endless entanglement. As far as I heard what the emperor said, he didn't seem to feel that he had done anything wrong. He was sacrificing Xiaojia for everyone. After all, Zhou had indeed been strong in his hands for a long time.

Many people and many things are like this. Everyone has reasons, and no one feels that they are wrong when they die. And then all that hurt and pain becomes a bad debt without a head, and you know it will never be acknowledged and never apologized, and all you can do is either forget it or give it back.

So many people think that since no one feels that they are wrong and no one will apologize, it is better to hate each other. Even for Ji Yu, he would not forgive even if he knew his mistake or apologized.

One road leads to darkness, to death, to death, to destruction of jade and stone, to eternal doom.

Walking to the blood dripping, the pain is unbearable.

I sighed and walked back to the main hall along the twisted bluestone steps in the mountain, thinking about Ji Yu's affairs in my mind but didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching quietly. When the shadows enveloped me, I reacted as if I had just woken up from a dream, and a heavy blow landed on my neck, and I passed out with darkness in front of my eyes.

It should only be a short time before I woke up. I was in a small room, like an abandoned house in a temple. Sunlight fell from the window, and it seemed that it was still early in the afternoon.

I sat on a chair with my hands and feet tightly bound. There was a figure wearing a bamboo hat standing in the darkness, unable to see his face clearly. I looked in that direction for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

Then the person slowly came out from the shadows, reached out and took off the bamboo hat on her head, and I saw her face clearly in the afternoon sun.

She is a very heroic woman with bunted hair, distant mountain eyebrows and almond eyes, slightly wrinkled at the corners of her eyes, looking haggard. She pursed her lips and looked at my eyes with a storm about to come.

I was stunned for a while before I said in disbelief: "Mo... Mo Lan?"

She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Who am I? I want to ask, Madam Ye, who are you?"

My heart sank.

In the past five months, I have heard news about Mo Lan by accident, that Yang died on the battlefield after Fan Guo and Zhao Guo joined forces to attack Wu Guo, and she took her child back to her mother's house. She has always loved Yang like her life, and I can imagine her grief and madness. I just didn't expect her to appear here.

"Aren't you the wife of Boss Anye Mipuye? Why are you in Weiguo, and why are you Ji Yu's maid?" Her voice was uncontrollably louder, full of anger.

I looked at her face that was much more haggard than five months ago, looked at the precarious water in her eyes, and all kinds of prevarication and deceitful words passed in my mind, maybe I could trick her into delaying time.

Is it just that I still want to lie to her?

"Didn't you already guess it?" I finally sighed, and said with a light smile, "Mo Lan, I have always been Ji Yu's maid, and Boss Ye's wife is just a false identity. I use this identity to approach you, in order to let you Yang immediately became suspicious of Zhao Guo, in order to cause the Yang family to fall out with Chang Yi Bo’s family, in order to disintegrate the Wu-Zhao alliance in the future. Do you have anything else you want to know?”

Mo Lan didn't seem to expect that I would confide everything so readily. She stared at me for a long while, but couldn't help but shed tears after all. She tremblingly said: "How can you do this? How much I believe in you...I treat you as my own sister, how can you...how can you let me down like this? "

"You are a good person, and I am an evil person. This matter has nothing to do with how good you are to me, it's just that we are our own masters, and you have been my enemy from the very beginning." I calmly stated the truth.

Mo Lan walked up to me and slapped me before she finished speaking. She hit me hard and my face was hot, and I could feel the **** smell in my mouth. I was silent for a moment, then turned back to look up at her.

Mo Lan was trembling with rage, she lifted me by the front of my front and almost lifted me off the ground, and said, "How can you be so brazen, how can you be so indifferent! Just because I trust you so much, and because of your schemes, you are just like this!" Killed my husband. You give me back Yang Ji, you give him back to me!"

Tears streamed down her face while she was talking, and with her eyes wide open, she drew out a dagger and pointed it at my heart, and said with trembling lips, "I'll kill you!"

I looked down at the dagger resting on my heart, and looked up at her.

"Yang won't come back even if you kill me. Mrs. Yang, I don't know what you are going to do in Weiguo, but if you kill me here, Ji Yu will find you soon You, what you want to do will not only fail, but also cost your life. You have children, they must at least have a mother."

Mo Lan's eyes moved slightly, obviously hesitating. She raised her dagger and remained silent for a long time before stabbing it on the back of the chair. She said bitterly, "Shut up!"

It seems that I guessed right, finding me and kidnapping me was something beyond her plan, and she hasn't figured out what to do.

Mo Lan's chest heaved violently, looked at me unwillingly for a while, and said, "Just a little bit for me, don't you even have a little bit of guilt?"

I looked into her eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "I am very guilty, but I also know that it is useless. It cannot repay what you lost and cannot wash away my sins. I cannot use guilt as an excuse. You forgive me."

"I'm sorry, if you want me to do something, I will help you as much as I can."