Capítulo 47: Punish the Heart
The sky was getting darker.
Above the sky, there were dark clouds looming over.
Whoosh…
Occasionally, a cold wind blew, causing the branches outside the inner courtyard to rustle.
Thump…
When Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan knelt on the steps of the pavilion, snowflakes floated above the sky again.
These snowflakes kept spinning in the air.
When falling to the ground, their movements were very light and there was no sound.
At that moment, the snow fell heavily and it fell very seriously.
Ye Bei was sitting on the stone chair in the pavilion, holding a wine glass, looking faintly at the beautiful snow scene, watching the snowflakes quickly covered the entire inner courtyard, covering all the blooming cherry blossoms here, and finally dilute the smell of blood in the air again.
Zhao Bingsheng sat on the side of Ye Bei.
He closed his eyes tightly and out down his chopsticks, he said nothing more. With only the golden dragon head cane in both hands, if it weren't for the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, it would seem as though he was sitting on the spot instead.
Wang AN lowered his head and watched the steaming dishes on the stone table became a little cold. The expression on his face was constantly changing, sometimes serious, sometimes cold, sometimes happy, sometimes at loss.
Wang An did not have any sympathy for Zhao Bingsheng.
But what happened today had caused too much impact on Wang An. This day seemed to be worth the past few decades. He gradually understood Ye Bei's aloof mind and he also understood Ye Bei that Ye Bei had lived for endless years, watching with helplessness as familiar people returning to dust.
In this world…
Death is not the most terrible thing…
The scariest thing is punishing the heart!
The promises that were once made, the promises that had been kept, as the years went by, they all turned their heads into nothingness, nothing could stay forever.
Brother's betrayal…
The black-haired person sends away the white-haired person…
Although it is a good thing to live, immortality is clearly a terrible curse.
The atmosphere was extremely quiet.
The large snowflakes covered Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun who were kneeling on the steps as if they had become two snowmen.
The wine was picked up by Ye Bei, under his body temperature, encountered a cold air, and the white mist appeared slowly.
Before everyone knew it, half an hour passed quietly.
Finally, Ye Bei drank the wine that warmed his body in one gulp.
"So both of you… are here."
Clatter!
After putting down the wine glass, Ye Bei shifted his gaze to the two people on the steps outside the pavilion and spoke slowly.
Zhao Bingsheng opened his eyes, those eyes were not blood-red, those eyes did not contain anger or any emotions, only filled with void.
Wang An calmed down, he stretched his chopsticks and wanted to devour some dishes. But when he found that the dishes were completely cold, he put the chopsticks back, and then his eyes continued to watch indifferently and quietly.
"Please forgive me, master. This old slave is late!" When Jin Rufan spoke, his body was shaking slightly and many of the snowflakes covering him fell on the ground, forming a mini hill.
Liu Zhiyun also reacted and said immediately, with a respectful face and a hoarse and old voice, "Master! Before we came here, we heard the news of the Zhao Family's rebellion, and when we came, we just saw the Zhao Family's younger generation summoning their forces, wanting to take action against master. So today, this old slave and Jin Rufan killed all those rebellious juniors. At this time, all their corpses must have already been cleaned up."
When he said this, Liu Zhiyun slowly raised his head. His gaze swept over Zhao Bingsheng's body, and when he saw that hollow gaze, he quickly moved away and out his gaze on Ye Bei's body, blinking slightly.
"We were discussing business abroad in the past two days. We really did not have time to go to Kunlun Mountain yesterday. After learning the news, we rushed back overnight, so please Old Wang, don't take it to heart." Jin Rufan continued and this time he pleaded guilty to Wang An.
After hearing these words, there was no expression on Wang An's face. While he was disdainful towards them, he also admired them at the same time.
At least at the critical moment, these two people executed a perfect action, they were absolutely perfect.
"I see." Ye Bei looked at the two of them and said slowly. His eyes were very indifferent, "You guys are getting old too, I still remember that eighty years ago, at that time, you were all just children, time is really hard against people."
"Master…" Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun throbbed and shouted in unison.
"Fine! There are some dishes here, although they are cold, we can still eat it, let's eat together." Ye Bei interrupted them and sat on the stone chair. He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he exuded an indescribable majesty. Every action he took could make the two old men kneeling on the ground panicked.
"Yes, master!"
"Yes!"
The two replied, their legs were a little numb, so their moments were quite stiff. They struggled to stand up from the ground and walked slowly toward the pavilion.
When the two stepped into the pavilion, they found that there were only four stone chairs. They five people on the scene must not be able to sit down.
Jin Rufan was about to speak and wanted to get a chair.
But Wang An who had been silent for a long time said in a cold voice, "One stone chair is missing! It's a pity that there is always someone who is destined to be different!"
Uh…
After he said this, Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun were stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Even Zhao Bingsheng who was motionless trembled.
Hu, hu…
The atmosphere at the scene became extremely cold and awkward.
But just when the scene started getting colder, Ye Bei slowly stood up from the stone chair, "Yes, Little An is right. There is always someone who is destined to be different. It's not just here, it also implies to the whole world."
After saying this, Ye Bei stood in a corner of the pavilion with his hands on his shoulders as his gaze returned to the falling snow.
At this moment, the entire courtyard had been covered by white which looked like a white quilt instead. The original finely carved scenery of the inner courtyard disappeared by these snowflakes, only a vast expanse remained.
Upon seeing this, Wang An felt that he had said something wrong and wanted to stand up, but he had no guts.
Clatter!
But Zhao Bingsheng could not help it anymore at this time, he stood up with a crash.
His hollowed gaze stared at Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun, the image of the two people reflected deep in his eyes, his mood was extremely complicated.
Hate? He indeed hated them, it was these two people who vowed yesterday to protect the Zhao Family till death. But it was also them who did not hesitate to remove all the descendants of the Zhao Family after learning that the master had returned.
Reasonable? Yes, he felt it was indeed quite reasonable and fair. If the current situation changed a bit and was replaced by himself instead, Zhao Bingsheng might be able to do better than them.
When these emotions were mixed together, Zhao Bingsheng's heart fell to the bottom.
He knew that the real stranger at the scene was himself.
It's him who really should have left…
"Master, I can only ask for one thing. Can I personally cook another dish for you? Your favorite Braised Pork, this time, I will definitely do better." He said it with difficulty.
"No need, just eat everything here." Ye Bei rubbed his hands slightly and answered without pause.
When his sound fell, the pavilion was full of solemn breath instead.
Wang An, Liu Zhiyun, and Jin Rufan all bowed their heads and dare not speak.
Zhao Bingsheng also understood it clearly that no matter what he said, it had zero effect.
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Capítulo 48: Scroll
In the pavilion, the air was very cold.
The three dishes that Zhao Bingsheng cooked had some white frost condensed in the cold breath.
Ye Bei looked at the scenery outside the pavilion with a leisurely look.
He had lived too long…
He had long been aloof in the world and there were not many people in this world that could affect his mood.
Zhao Bingsheng was indeed a talented person.
It's a pity… even those with talents would still gradually disappear in the long river of time. What's different about them was their way of disappearance.
Some were tragic.
Some were painless.
There were even more people with hatred and unwillingness.
And Zhao Bingsheng was because of betrayal, he betrayed his own master and also betrayed the promise he once kept.
At this moment, Zhao Bingsheng knelt on the ground, he felt that his body was blank.
His last request was gambled on the lives of the entire Zhao Family's juniors. After he asked to get another chance and was rejected, he could only look at Ye Bei's indifferent back, he was unavoidably a little sluggish.
A white gown.
A kiosk that was full of classic style.
The falling snow…
There was also a very familiar appearance deep in his memory, in Zhao Bingsheng's sight, it seemed to have formed a moving picture.
Zhao Bingsheng stared blankly.
Slowly, his old tears spread.
He regretted it, he really regretted it…
One thought to be born, one thought to die, one thought to disappear.
All this was not worth it to him.
However, if he was given another choice, Zhao Bingsheng might… still do it.
"Master, this old slave used to be just a beggar on a rural street, it was difficult enough for me to be able to survive. You gave me everything and taught me a lot of knowledge. This old slave is too greedy. For so many years, this old slave has never repaid your great kindness, master. Even when this old slave is about to enter the soil already, this old slave actually did such a foolish thing." Zhao Bingsheng's voice was hoarse. He then stood up and when he said those words, he knelt behind Ye Bei's back. With his hands on the ground, he put his forehead against the cold ground. At this moment, he was extremely sincere and respectful.
Previously, before Ye Bei, he had always called himself "I", but now he called himself "this old slave" unconsciously.
Hearing these words, even Wang An, who was sitting next to him was also a little moved.
Life and death are not terrible.
The saddest and cruelest thing is feeling…
What Zhao Bingsheng did this time was indeed very hateful, even if he died a thousand times, or even tens of thousand times, no one would think that it was a pity.
However, at this last moment, Wang An still remembered the boy who had struggled together, laughed together, had ideals and great ambitions together. Decades of years passed in a flash, but that memory never disappeared.
Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan did not speak, nor dared to sit down without permission. When they looked at Zhao Bingsheng's current appearance, they could not bear to look straight at him, so they could only look away, their eyes were slightly red, though they felt lucky and sympathetic, they were more embarrassed.
Zhao Bingsheng knelt on the ground, his eyes sluggish, his voice hoarse and weak as he continued, "This old slave does not ask master to forgive me. At this step, this old salve can only blame my own self. But when master left, master gave this old slave a mission and this old slave has never forgotten about it at all." When he spoke, Zhao Bingsheng shook his hands and twisted vigorously on the head of the golden cane.
Creak!
The was a slight noise and the head of the cane moved.
Wang An, Liu Zhiyun, and Jin Rufan looked at him curiously.
Ye Bei still faced his back against Zhao Bingsheng and did not look back.
After Zhao Bingsheng opened the dragon head, he slowly pulled out a rolled drawing paper from the hollow cane.
"Master, for all these years, this old slave has carried this scroll of painting with me every day." He thought that there would never be any clues, but just a month ago, there was news that the person in the scroll had appeared. Just that she was in some trouble and his people arrived at the scene too late. When Zhao Bingsheng said this, he dragged the scroll with both hands and handed it slightly forward.
Zi, Zi…
The heavy snow showed no sign of stopping. In the inner courtyard, the blooming cheery tree poles were a little fragile, under the cover of the snowflakes, they sizzled.
When Ye Bei saw a large pile of snow falling from a tree pole and falling in the smooth surface of the snow, Ye Bei slowly turned around, his eyes were indifferent.
He did not speak but stretched out the palm of his white left hand.
At the moment when his hand was stretched out, the scroll of paper painting held by Zhao Bingsheng seemed to have a certain magical ability, then it felt Zhao Bingsheng's hand and flew in the direction of Ye Bei's palm.
Hu!
Upon seeing this, Zhao Bingsheng took a deep breath.
When Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan saw this, their eyes widened slightly and their hearts throbbed with awe.
Eighty years…
Ye Bei once showed extraordinary abilities in front of them
But that memory was too far away. The two people might still have fear towards Ye Bei, but it had reduced to some extent. But now, they just felt that that memory became clearer.
Fortunately… Fortunately, their responses were fast enough today! Otherwise, their ends would probably be the same as Zhao Bingsheng.
As for Wang An, when he saw this scene, he was not moved. Because not long ago, when Ye Bei was in the Longevity Temple… at this time, Wang An's mind started to bloom that scene again, it was too fascinating, that kind of killing was too shocking and breathtaking.
"Bingsheng, it's not in vain that I once accepted you. It's good that you still remember this." After receiving the scroll, Ye Bei gently nodded and said to Zhao Bingsheng as if it portrayed that he came here today just to take the scroll.
"Master…" Zhao Bingsheng's face was pale.
"Get up!" Ye Bei's voice was indifferent, "Heat up the cold dish, since Zhiyun and Rufan are here today, you can also move more chairs and let those two add a few more dishes… so as not to waste this wine."
"Yes!" Zhao Bingsheng's body shook slightly.
He understood very well that Ye Bei asked him to warm dishes, and asked Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan to cook more dishes so that after this meal, the master and servant kindness would be completely broken.
But… he did not have any qualifications to ask again.
"Yes, master!" Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun looked at each other. They always felt a little uneasy, but after their eyes met, they still answered in unison.
…
Soon, one among the three carried a plate of cold dishes, braved through the heavy snow and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
When their backs disappeared from sight, Ye Bei turned and sat on the stone chair.
Without waiting for the curious Wang An beside him to speak, Ye Bei had already gently spread the scroll on the stone table.
"This is…" The picture was fully exposed and expanded. After Wang An saw the painting inside, his pupils shrank and his body trembled slightly.
While Ye Bei looked at the scene in the scroll, his eyes were faint and his complexion was plain. But deep in his pupils contained a touch of unspeakable vicissitudes of life. He slowly spoke but his voice did not ripple in the slightest, "In this life, that similar flower really appeared again."
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