Chapter 148: Saving the Blackened Tyrant 11

This batch took the entire afternoon. Except for the tea time, Xing Jian did not see Xiao Jiyun taking any rest. Even Xiao Guizi, who had been standing outside the palace, did not remind Xiao Jiyun to eat.

As the sun gradually set, Xing Jian hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, "Your Majesty, you haven't had your meal yet."

The red brush suddenly stopped, and a drop of cinnabar fell on the memorial in front of him, staining it with a dazzling bright red.

"Really?" Xiao Jiyun put down the pen in his hand and looked out the window. The setting sun shone in through the window, casting a half-bright and half-dark yellow cloud on his face. His expression was hidden in the darkness and difficult to distinguish.

However, by the time Xiao Jiyun called Xiao Guizi to eat, the sun had already set completely, and there was only a bright moon and a sky full of stars in the sky.

"Xiao Guizi, tomorrow is a day off. Bring me the jar of newly opened peach blossom wine."

Xiao Jiyun seemed to be in a particularly good mood today and even wanted to drink to cheer himself up. Xing Jian carefully watched the reactions of others, but saw that Xiao Guizi's face was not happy at all, but was covered with an indescribable solemnity.

The palace maids silently served the wine and food and quietly retreated to the corridor.

Seeing Xiao Jiyun in front of him drinking glass after glass of wine as if he was risking his life, Xing Jian was a little frightened. He wanted to speak out to stop Xiao Jiyun, but he was afraid that the man in front of him would go crazy and hack him to death with his sword.

But it seemed that if he didn't say anything, Xiao Jiyun in front of him was already on the verge of going crazy.

Perhaps the wine was newly brewed. Xing Jian looked at Xiao Jiyun in front of him and saw that after he drank a whole jar, his movements became noticeably slower. Xiao Guizi gave him a look, and the palace maids and eunuchs serving beside him retreated silently. The huge courtyard became empty in an instant.

Turning around, Xing Jian suddenly found that only Xiao Jiyun and himself were left in the yard.

A flash of cold light flashed, and Xingjian looked at Xiao Jiyun in front of him and suddenly drew out a long sword. That sword was the same long sword that he had held on his neck in Jiade Hall that day.

His clothes fluttered and his sword followed him.

Xiao Jiyun stumbled, but the longsword in his hand sliced ​​through the night, creating familiar sword patterns! Xingjian's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart felt like it was being hammered. Xiao Jiyun was practicing a sword technique he had created himself, which was once angrily denounced by the Grand Tutor as "only a form, fancy and useless!" After many years, it appeared in the hands of an old friend again.

Hot tears suddenly flowed out, and Xing Jian hurriedly wiped them away with his sleeve, afraid that Xiao Jiyun in front of him would notice something unusual. When he raised his head again, Xing Jian saw Xiao Jiyun standing in front of him in a daze, his eyes full of the tenderness he once had.

"Why haven't you come to see me for so long?" Xiao Jiyun's voice was unclear and had a strong smell of alcohol.

Hearing Xiao Jiyun's words, Xing Jian was stunned and thought that the person in front of him had recognized his identity. But when he raised his eyes, he saw the confusion in those eyes. He must have been drunk and recognized the wrong person.

"Your Majesty, you have the wrong person. I am Xiao Xingzi."

Xing Jian's words seemed to have no effect. Xiao Jiyun in front of him was still stubbornly talking incoherently. Seeing that Xing Jian really ignored him, he threw the sword aside, staggered back to the stone bench, picked up the jar of wine and drank it.

"Your Majesty, you are drunk. I have asked someone to make some sobering soup for you." Xing Jian frowned as he looked at the drunken Xiao Jiyun in front of him. Xiao Jiyun had been in poor health since he was a child, and now he had developed a bad habit of drinking.

The drunk Xiao Jiyun didn't care about these things. He held the wine glass tightly in his hand and muttered "no".

After taking a few more gulps, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a "thump", he fell on the cold stone table and didn't move again.

Looking at Xiao Jiyun sleeping on the stone table, Xing Jian couldn't bear it anymore. He ran to Xiao Jiyun's side, used his thin body to lift Xiao Jiyun's shoulders, and wanted to carry him into the bedroom.

As soon as he had carried Xiao Jiyun on his back, Xing Jian stumbled and nearly fell. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and practically dragged his heavy body, step by step, struggling to move towards the bedroom.

“I’m… sorry…”

"Hmm?" Xiao Jiyun on his back whispered something, but Xing Jian didn't hear clearly. He just tried his best to pull Xiao Jiyun's body inside.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Xiaoxing..." Xiao Jiyun's voice was hoarse from the alcohol. He spoke one sentence at a time, "I'm sorry... Xiaoxing, I left you alone there. I'm... I'm sorry."

Xing Jian's steps froze, but he quickly steadied himself on his back. He knew what Xiao Jiyun was talking about, and Xing Jian, who was in spirit form, had witnessed the incident with his own eyes.

He was assassinated by the Hu people and his body fell into the river. When it was discovered, it was already highly decayed. The soldiers on the border needed the encouragement of a general to defend the country. The entire court unanimously decided to hide Xingjian's body in the western border. Only Xiao Jiyun among the court officials opposed it.

He would not allow his little star to stay alone in the western border, in this desolate desert. His little star obviously loved the south the most and loved all kinds of flowers. How could he, how could he bury his little star in such a wasteland where no flowers were seen all year round.

Xiao Jiyun's strong opposition did not work. He decided to hide Xingjian's body and secretly transport it back to the imperial capital. However, his action was soon discovered by Xingjian's elder brother who came from the imperial capital, which prevented Xiao Jiyun from succeeding.

On the day of the burial, almost all the people in Western Xinjiang came to see him off spontaneously. Only Xiao Jiyun was locked in the house by the eldest brother of the Xing family and did not come out.

Xing Jian remembered that the door panel was covered with blood from Xiao Jiyun's palms. He remembered Xiao Jiyun's wailing in his ears, and remembered that Xiao Jiyun wanted to dig himself out of the grave, with his nails full of blood, until he was awakened by a slap from his eldest brother.

Later on, Xing Jian could no longer see him. When Xing Jian put Xiao Jiyun down from his back, he had already fallen asleep. Xing Jian knew that he could not wipe Xiao Jiyun's body now, so he quietly retreated. As soon as he walked out of the palace gate, he met Xiao Guizi who had just suddenly left.

Outside the palace gate, the moonlight was cold and clear. Xiao Guizi had been waiting at the steps without anyone noticing, his face as calm as water. He glanced at Xing Jian, seeing that he was normal, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, I will take care of you. You may return."

It was already late at night when Xing Jian left His Majesty's bedroom. He walked out of the palace gate and looked back at the brightly lit palace. He looked at the large willow tree in the palace that looked very similar to the Jiade Palace. He opened his mouth and said silently, "It's okay, Xiao Jiyun, it's okay."

Xing Jian walked along the familiar palace road and returned to his dilapidated little house. As soon as he stepped in, he felt something different. When he opened the door, he felt warm inside. Someone was burning charcoal in the house.