Tame Luan

I was born with a cinnabar mole between my eyebrows, which is a curse that casts cinnabar into my soul. In the winter of the fifteenth year of Taiping, it snowed heavily in the Imperial College. The thin Ninth Prince stood under the plum tree to catch the snow, holding the sky full of white in his palms, and a little red between his eyebrows was the only color in the world. From that moment on, three people went crazy at the same time—— Prince Chenhuai, a fake brother, a self-denying and sinister prince. He endured it for nine years, calling me close to him every day in the name of teaching government affairs, and repeatedly brushed the back of my hand with his fingertips during Braille. He said: "You step back one inch, and I will step in one inch. There are still three inches left. When I finish walking, you are not allowed to hide anymore." Xian Wang Lanci, a fake brother, a flirtatious prince who doesn't hesitate to talk. On New Year's Eve, he was drunk and leaning on the door frame, and the fan bone touched the red mole on my forehead: "Brother Jiu, this mole is so good that I want to commit the crime as soon as I see it." After saying this, he blocked the assassin's knife for me and smiled with blood all over his body: "That's just right. With this bait, I can catch a big fish." Prime Minister Shen Yanyun, a powerful minister from a poor family, is as gentle as a fox. He locked me in the warm pavilion of Qidiju, fed me medicinal food with his own hands every day, and painted a whole scroll of my sleeping face. He said, "Your Highness, do you know that the more you behave like this, the crazier they become?" He lowered his head and kissed the mole between my eyebrows: "Do you want me to avenge you?" But they don't know - the flowers of the high mountains are fake, and the cold beauty is just fake. The Ninth Prince in the Cold Palace is crazier than anyone else at heart. I want them to be loyal dogs, and I want them to be crazy dogs. I want them to rape me like crazy, rob me, and cut off my escape route for me. I want them to kneel in front of me one by one, grab my neck and ask me over and over again if I love him. But I don't choose. Even if one is missing, it won't work. - "Erase it, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you." - His fingers dug into my shoulders, his eyes fell on my blank eyebrows, his voice was trembling. That mole is all he remembers about me. If I erase it, he won't recognize me anymore. "Then I will crawl back even if I die. Climb to your feet and beg you to look at me again." - He limped all the way from the northern battlefield to me, covered in blood and dust, kneeling on one knee in the snow and looking up at me. The string of white jade bells on my ankle is a secret signal I gave him. When the bell rings, it means he misses me. "What if someone is willing to be that cold branch?" - He pressed the bamboo slips he had written on for three years under my pillow, and the handwriting had been burned by fire and pieced back piece by piece. The burn marks snake between the lines of poetry he wrote to me, like an old healed vein that is still beating. "Three brothers, all want me?" - I stood between the three of them, with the blood of three people on my moon-white shirt, smiling softly, with poison-hardened knives in my eyes. Then let's work together to kill the people who harmed my mother and concubine first. - · Dog training counter-training master: On the surface, it looks like three crazy men are robbing the cinnabar beauty, but in reality, the beauty is tightening the thread in her hands one by one. They thought they were fighting, but in fact they were being tamed. · Three people walking in the Shura field: the emperor, the idle king, and the prime minister, three different ways of madness - the sinister and self-absorbed person is out of control, the romantic and passionate person is crazy, and the gentle and hidden ninja is paranoid. The three of them bump into each other when they rescue people at the same time, and tacit understanding and secret strength coexist. · Small Black Room × Robbery: Imprisonment in Qidiju, Fighting for Luan in Chonghua Palace, Staying in Yeyu, Chenhuai collapsed after the cinnabar between his eyebrows was wiped off - "I wiped it off, I'm afraid I can't find you." · Reversal × Machiavellian Hook: The late empress's edict, the jade tablet of regicide, Beidi's secret line, and the old case of the imperial concubine's poisoning—all three people's madness is entangled with blood feud, and Xuan Heng stands in the center of the plot, using the edict to protect the prince, training the loyal dog with love, and using the mother's concubine's old letters to weave a web that none of the three can escape. · Ambiguous Sweet Knife: On the vernal equinox, three plum trees were planted - Zhaoshui, Cinnabar, and Green Calyx. Xuanheng stood between the three of them and smiled: "Three brothers, are you coming to make tea with spring water?" ·Who tame whom? He wanted to seal the territory and tame wild dogs, but in the end, cinnabar marks grew on the dog bones. - For him, love is not salvation, but sacrifice; not protection, but dancing on the blade. - I thought I was taming three crazy dogs, but later I discovered that they had tied themselves to the mole between my eyebrows. I shook my head, and they cut off the tail; I waved, and they offered their heads. I laugh, they are crazy. If I don't laugh, they are even crazier. I watched them bite each other coldly, but when the three bells on their ankles rang - all of them would look up. Intention: Who tames whom? He wanted to seal the territory and tame wild dogs, but in the end, cinnabar marks grew on the dog bones. "The beauty in the cold palace tamed three dogs" is actually the reverse domestication of a cinnabar mole that made three most sane people collectively go crazy and imprison themselves for life. Xuan Heng used "not choosing" as a rein, and the three of them used "not exclusive" as a chain, and they were entangled with each other into a knot that no one could untie - it was not that the strong kept the weak captive, but the weak used the three words "I love you" to nail the strong to the red between his eyebrows. Flesh and blood can also be cursed. The late queen's last words were, "Cinnabar enters the soul. You can't choose one. If you choose one, the world will fall." That mole is a curse of blood, and it is also a desperate counterattack of human beings. Xuanheng erased it, redrawn it, let three people take turns kissing it, and finally made it his own weapon. Destiny gives you a cinnabar, so you use cinnabar to make ends meet. This is the only way for orphans to live toward death: since they are destined to be stared at, fought for, and imprisoned, then turn the gaze into a rope, turn the fight into a gladiatorial arena, and turn the cage into a butterfly habitat that they are unwilling to leave. "Madness" is the resistance to nothingness. Each of the three attacks has its own madness: Chen Huai's madness is "self-denial and disorder", Lanci's madness is "the romantic person is crazy", and Shen Yanyun's madness is "hiding the heart of the ninja". They were not born paranoid, but only after meeting Xuanheng did they realize that there was a beast hidden inside them. This kind of "awakened madness": truly sane people are often those who are willing to go crazy for a person to the end. And Xuanheng's madness is hidden deepest in the world - he looks cold and cold, but deep down he wants the ultimate in "fighting alive, fighting alive, loving me alive". What he wants is the scene of three people losing control of him at the same time, fighting for him, kneeling in the snow and crawling back for him. He enjoyed the pain of being choked, it was his way of confirming that he was deeply and hopelessly loved. For him, love is not salvation, but sacrifice; not protection, but dancing on the blade. "Symbiosis" is the only viable answer. The mother-in-law said, "Choose one and the world will overthrow." Xuan Heng's solution is "Then don't choose" - let three people exist at the same time, compete at the same time, and bow down at the same time, forming a dynamic, flesh-and-blood symbiotic structure. This is not greed, but an insight into the tyranny of "only": true love should not make people incomplete, but should make people complete. He asked three people, each missing a corner, to make a complete circle on his body. He also used the madness of the three of them to make up for the half of his heart that he brought out of the cold palace and could not warm up no matter what. : A whole spring lives in a cinnabar mole. Three plum trees were planted, with the highest level of water, the densest of cinnabar, and the latest of green calyx - one for each of the three, each blooming in its own season, but sharing the spring breeze in the same courtyard. Love is not exclusive, but allows different flowering periods to take root in the same soil, without blocking each other, and blooming separately. The city is closed due to heavy snow, and four people sit together under the lamp; when the snow melts in spring, four people share tea under the eaves. The red mole finally lost the shadow of the "curse" and turned into a warm mark that had been kissed repeatedly. Under the mark, the heartbeats of four people were superimposed, each beating their own rhythm, but composing the same tune. Cinnabar does not imprison people, cinnabar picks people to imprison. He wanted to seal the territory and tame wild dogs, but in the end, cinnabar marks grew on the dog bones.