king of the dead

In May of the first year of Qixin, after a month and a half of stalemate, Emperor Xun finally compromised.

It was dusk that day, he stopped his servants, and entered the room quietly by himself, the old emperor Dou Tinggui was standing in front of a painting, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he didn't turn his head, but asked softly: "The drama of Emperor Xun, but is it at the end?"

Emperor Xun's heart tightened, and he said softly: "En."

Dou Tinggui laughed suddenly, his shoulders shrugged and he couldn't restrain himself.

Emperor Xun stepped behind him in a few steps, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, tightly, tightly.

After a long time, Dou Tinggui stopped laughing and asked him, "Is there any wine?"

Emperor Xun beckoned and asked his personal servant standing under the window to serve it up.

He asked: "In the next life, would you still wish to be born in the emperor's family?"

Can you still be willing to suffer as much as this life?

Dou Tinggui smiled calmly, "Life after life, what regrets do you have?"

After pausing for a moment, he said again: "May Xun Di live forever, and his achievements will last forever!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, twisted the wine cup with three fingers and wanted to drink it.

Emperor Xun grabbed him, "Wait."

Dou Tinggui looked over.

"Wait until I turn around and drink again."

Emperor Xun turned around with his hands behind his back, and in front of him was the painting and calligraphy that the old emperor had been looking at just now, he was unwilling to...see that person drink that cup of wine with his own eyes.

These days, the old emperor Dou Tinggui is no longer the shabby face he had when he broke the city. Now he is handsome, handsome and elegant, but he just lives up to his reputation as rumored.

The rumored His Royal Highness, the old crown prince, has a rare good-looking appearance, with a dragon and a phoenix appearance, shocking as a heavenly man.It caused so many women in the capital to have their hearts swaying in private, and even those men had some unusual thoughts.

The calligraphy and painting in front of Emperor Xun, the handwriting is ordinary, the painting skills are also ordinary, I don't know such a thing, the man can see how subtle it is before, and it hangs in Jiagui Palace like a treasure.

He has traveled to Jiagui Palace many times, but he has never looked at this painting carefully.

The painting is just some ordinary bustling, and the outline looks like a certain market in Pingqiang City, because there is an arched bridge that looks very familiar.

Emperor Xun thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered where it was.Ahead of the arched bridge, the three-story pavilion facing the street is the famous "Yanque Pavilion"!

Yanque Pavilion.I think back then...

Because he remembered some old things, he suddenly became interested and took a closer look, only to realize that in the whole painting, this is the only place where he met the painter. It can be seen that the painter is a person with subtle thoughts. The mediocrity on the side is probably just to cover up the brilliance here.

Thinking of this, Emperor Xun was inexplicably startled, and then looked at the words on the side of the painting: I still think about all kinds of absurdities in this world, looking back, the sky is not yet clear, and the night is not yet young.

I still think that there are all kinds of absurdities in this world. Looking back, the sky is not yet clear, and the night is not yet young.

Shang Yang...

Shang Yang!

Emperor Xun suddenly punched the calligraphy and painting with his fist, and turned around like a gust of wind, wanting to stretch out his hand to pull it!

But nothing stopped.His hand...is empty, so empty that it can even hold a whole country, but it can't hold a person, a hand.

Yes, where is there a way back?Even if there is a way back, it has been cut clean by his own hands.

The old emperor, Dou Tinggui, sat down on the floor tiles, with his head resting on the base of the couch beside him, as if sleeping peacefully.

There was a faint smile on his face, no sarcasm, no pain, it was just an ordinary, relieved smile.

From then on, all the embarrassment and absurdity in this world have nothing to do with him.

Afterwards, Yan Gen entered the room, knelt down, kowtowed heavily, and said, "My emperor, sleep peacefully! This slave will follow!"

A palm-length sharp knife pierced through his chest. The person in front of him was still Da Ling's Majesty; he was still Da Ling's servant.

Never, never changed.

In Jiagui Palace, the osmanthus tree in the courtyard was lifeless, and its branches stretched out withered. A small red-capped sparrow landed briefly, then spread its wings and flew away. To the outside of Miyagi.

The new willows in Pingqiang City are full of vitality.The streets and alleys are scattered and orderly, and pedestrians come and go in a hurry, which is a scene of stability in this world.

A woman stood at the head of the bridge and wept, covering her face. In her hand was the rouge and gouache her husband bought for her with a whole load of tofu.

An elder behind her showed the way, and at the end of the road was a three-story pavilion.In the pavilion, the sound of the piano is clanging, and several guests are sitting on the brocade cushions, talking about the story of a generation of subjugated kings.

"Young Master Tingfeng, come sit here, and you won't respond to calling me a few times, why are you in a daze?"

The young master who was playing the piano stopped his fingers on the strings, then got up and went to sit down in front of a guest.

The guest said with a smile: "I heard that the recent improvement of "cardamom" makes people feel more at ease. Do you have any ready-made?"

Tingfeng took out a red lacquered wooden box from his bosom, twisted a piece out of it and handed it over, and kissed the customer service.

The man swallowed, smiled and whispered to Tingfeng, "I heard that the brilliance of cardamom is not in the word of reminder, but in the word of movement. The emotion of aphrodisiac is false, but the emotion of emotion is true. The true emotion is the desire , love and leave are for the play. The person who loves without showing any traces is the magic of cardamom. Now I see you, I am more happy every day, I am happy when you are thick, I am happy when you are plain, I am happy when I am playing the piano, and I am more happy when I am happy. It’s joy, you might as well help me out, is this the magic of love, or the magic of cardamom?”

Ting Feng smiled and lowered his eyes, stroked his sleeve with one hand and fetched tea for him with the other, gently, as if answering him, but more like talking to himself: "Yes, I am also confused, whether it is the beauty of love, or Because of the beauty of cardamom?"

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After a long, long time, Emperor Xun walked out of Jiagui Palace, every step he took seemed to be extremely heavy, his brows seemed to seal a blizzard, the long river was frozen, and not a single blade of grass grew.