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第八章 使命

小说:刀剑鸣作者:十月十日秋字数:2309更新时间 : 2020-11-28 00:54:00
秋天悄然离别,可这时的冬季却依如深秋,压抑又安静,寒冷的厉风迟迟未到,河水依旧荡漾着快活的涟漪,因为快活的涟漪,所以水是快活水,但民间确是哀呼道灾。                                                                                                                                              

  因为皇帝的昏庸,也因为太子的贪嘻,导致在一次游历时被杀,因为太子被杀,所以民间就更乱,江湖中隐藏的武林高手,也都纷纷重现江湖,是好事,还是坏事..........                                                                                                                                                                              

  傍晚的一条街,一条长长的街,一条吹着寒风厉厉的街,一个小孩,一个戴有皮帽暖靴的小孩,长长的街,也紧紧只有一个小孩。                                                                                                                                                  

    冬风吹雪扫落叶,地上的尘雪,片片的落叶,被冬风扫的到处乱奔,转眼无影无踪。                            

  小孩手里拿着一个火折子,因为地上摆着一个烟花,“嗖”的一声,是火药芯子被点着了,所以“嗖”的一声急蹿上天,也因为“嗖”的一声,天幕被划开了一道裂口,烟火在紫黑色的夜空中,爆开一团美丽动人的焰火,那簇焰火,很美,真的很美,因为很久没见了。                                                              

  因为太子被杀,所以皇帝下招,全国不得燃放烟火,所以,很久没见,所以真的很美。                    

  映的天幕缤纷,但也转瞬而逝,所以,似惊鸿一般短暂,因为短暂,所以会像夏花一样绚烂。                                                                                                                                                      

  忽然!来了一股异常凶猛的风雪,因为凶猛的飞雪,所以几夜之间,河面就冻上厚厚的坚冰,也被白茫茫的大雪遮盖,所以快活水不再是快活水。                                                                                                                                    

  屋外冰天雪地,屋内,袅袅炉烟似锦,袅袅炉烟却依旧挡不住开门时的一股寒气,寒气逼人,逼的斜倚在床棱的中年人急急的咳嗽了几声,咳嗽也或许是因为身体的疾病的缘故。          

  一个秉然凌气的中年男人进屋,关门行到床前。                                          

  “咳咳..南宫兄,你终于来了!……咳咳咳!”          

    “怎么样?身体好些了吗?”                                                                      

  “唉!..咳咳..估计熬不过这个冬天了!”                              

  “咳咳咳!............”                                                                                                      

    因为一阵急咳,躺在床上的中年男子用手上白巾遮住口鼻,因为是白丝巾,绸缎锦昂棉被,所以看得出家府地位不一般。也的确不一般,因为,他是当今皇帝的暗亲,这里的暗亲不是指亲属关系,而是指皇帝的,心腹。                                                                                                

  因白色丝巾上染了点点血花,所以急行到床前伸手想要衬扶他,却忽然止住了脚步,因为躺在床上的中年男人摆手阻止了。                                                    

  “咳咳..为弟有一件事情,一件很大的事情..咳咳咳!一件天大的事情!......我必须交给你,咳咳咳咳....也必须交给你,因为除了你..咳...我再也没有信任的人!”                                                                                                          

  中年男人在枕下拿出一只短剑,一只短似匕首的短剑,一个玉佩,一个非常不起眼的玉佩,甚至不起眼到都没有玉佩的点缀灿丽。                              

  “咳咳!这两件物品...咳咳...烦请南宫兄务必送到咳咳....历城...咳咳咳咳!....”                                                                      

    南宫林上前双手接过,揣入怀囊。                                          

    “送到历城什么地方?”                                                                                  

    “咳咳咳咳!噗!”  .............                                                                                                    

    冬风扫落叶,凄凉的落叶就仿似这民间,仿似这民间的含霜颓态。                                                                                          

    潇潇冬风吹的民间破旧屋檐瓦块滴答作响。            

    南宫天站在窗前举目而望,悲凉萧瑟之感油然而生,片片落雪舞动人心,是寂寥还是悲凉?为什么会有悲凉萧瑟之感?                                                                      

    因为一个消息,一个不好的消息,一个不好到震天憾地的坏消息!                                                                                            

  就在南宫天接过短剑玉佩时,他没有再次咳嗽,因为咳嗽不出来了,因为已别离了这风华的残世。                                                                                                                                      

  这不是坏消息,最起码这不是震天憾地的坏消息,震天憾地的坏消息是,当世皇帝驾崩了!不错,这才是震天憾地的坏消息!                                                    

  又一天的惆怅!仅存的几片树叶,也在寒风中一片片坠落,如南宫天失望而悲凉的心情,为什么会有这样的心情,因为他,因为他在别离了这风华的残世前没有将话讲完,所以南宫天有失望而悲凉的心情。                                                                                            

  南宫天心里暗道:“为什么会送到丽城?到丽城了又该给谁?”                                                                                                                  

    丽城真的太远了,到了丽城总不能随便去给一个人吧,南宫天心里有太多的疑问,  南宫天也不知道到了丽城该给谁,因为他,因为他没有把话说完。                                                                                                                                          

    一袭寒风吹过,南宫天紧了紧衣衫,关上门窗,只有丝丝灯光穿破窗纸透照出来。                                      

  一个屋内,一个落地桌,两个梨花落椅,也紧紧只有两个梨花落椅,因为屋内只有两个人,一个中年人,一个少年。                                                                                                            

  寒气,肆无忌惮的从窗户里的缝隙涌上来,二人却不感有寒。                                                                                                                  

  香气扑鼻,因为桌上有一盆鸡,一盘炒鸡,一盘香喷喷的炒鸡,两壶温酒,两大壶温酒,大到一壶温酒就可以灌到一个不经常饮酒的壮汉,因为他们无事,因为他们经常在一起对酒。                                                                                                                                                            

  恰逢乱世,桌上能有酒有肉的很少,所以可以看出这不是一个普通的人家,因为坐在梨花落椅上的两个人是,南宫林,江伯。                                                                  

    两人已饮至半酣,所以,南宫林脸上已显桃红。                                                                                                                                                    

    “江伯!今天这鸡做的好!做的太好了!”                          

  “我每次做的都很好,以前做的好,以后还会做的更好!”                                                                                                                                              

    “这个我信。”                                                                                                                                

    “这个,你必须信!”                                                                                                          

    “为什么必须信?”                                                                                                              

    “因为,我就只会做鸡!”                                                                                                

    “江伯!您什么时候能学点做别的?....哪怕是一碗面!一碗清水煮面都可以!”                                                        

    “不学!”                                                                                                                                          

    “为什么不学?”                                                                                                                                    

    “因为,你不喜欢!”                                                                                                      

    “哈哈!”                                                                                                                                            

    “哈哈哈!”                                                                                                                                                  

  深夜后半夜的郊外,有些冷,偏西的月亮洒下了清冷的光,一行黑衣人,一行黑衣人映射出一行黑影,一行黑影黑衣人俱是头戴黑布,一身黑衣,清冷的月光有些耀眼,因为一行黑影黑衣人背上都插着明亮亮的钢刀,所以才会有些耀眼。                                            

    一个黑影出现,一个被吊鬼面具遮住大半的脸的黑衣人,因为,面具后的脸浮现出一丝奇异的表情,所以,一行黑影黑衣人都一动不动的立在那,任凭寒厉厉的风刺穿衣骨,因为害怕,却也都连个寒颤都不敢打,不是不敢打,是因为个个都是武功好手,个个都身怀绝技,所以,不觉的冷,不冷,又怎么会打寒颤呢!所以,不是害怕。                                                                                                      

    “都准备好了吗?”                                                                                                    

    一行黑影黑衣人纷纷点头。                                                                      

  “出发!”                                                                                                                                      

  紧紧两句,也紧紧只有两句话,最后两个字甚至都算不得一句话,但在他嘴里说出来,却字字似刃刺骨。                                                                                                                    

    面具人说完最后两个字便向远处凌空而去,众黑衣人抬头,眼前却无一人,在场的都是身怀绝技的高手,却没一点都没有感觉到,没有感觉的到,是因为他的身形太快了,快到转瞬即失。

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