Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

March [-]: Today my father asked me to recognize a master, very tall, good-looking, with a strange name, Fuhege.

I won’t be able to get up late tomorrow, and I have to memorize books early in the morning. It’s really troublesome, and maybe he will beat me.

March [-]: I am tired of memorizing the books, and I can't memorize them, but the master doesn't beat me.Are you afraid of me?

March [-]th: I deliberately knocked over the inkstone today and splashed him all over, haha, it's really fun.

March [-]th: I was scolded by my father before I finished writing, and was fined to kneel. It must be Fu Hege's complaint, otherwise why would my father suddenly come to the East Palace!

March [-]: Hypocrisy, get out!

March [-]: My knee still hurts like hell today, so Master rubbed it for me.The person who complained was my sister... I can't figure it out.

March [-]: He never seems to be angry... so tolerant.

March [-]: Master took me out to play, the palace is very beautiful, but a bit cold.Master is so gentle.

March, April... May.

Father Huang fell ill again, very seriously ill.I'm so scared, once my father dies, I will be the emperor, I don't want to be the emperor so soon.I don't have much skill, and I can't even memorize the texts.

May [-]: Father is well!very nice!

After flipping through a diary, Mingru threw it into the unextinguished brazier. The weakened flame got the power to continue burning, and it became alive again, licking the pages of the book inch by inch, turning into a dancing flame. Martian dust.

Mingru went on to read the next book.

Father's illness became more and more frequent, getting worse each time.Mingru clearly remembered that during those days, his father had been relying on elixirs to continue his life forcefully, and he just wanted to bring Jiamu with him before he passed away, so that he could get acquainted with court affairs as soon as possible.

Dragging his heavy sick body, teach him how to handle things beautifully, how to mediate with ministers, take him on a tour of the world, teach him how the lower class people sow seeds, and go to the distant Arakawa to watch the Seventh Battalion of the Big Dipper practice and kill the enemy, hoping that he can be with the people Concentric, sympathetic to the people.

But in the end, what is taught is what!

The second one was thrown into the brazier, where it crackled.

The third book was written after Jia Mu had already sat on the throne.

He was very busy and his writing was messy.In a bad mood, it is full of swear words, cursing noisy old ministers, eunuchs who sing a different tune when they have nothing to do, eunuchs who pretend to be attentive, heavy clothes, complicated etiquette, gorgeous and empty palaces.He hated almost everything in the palace.

Except her and fuhege.

He really likes Fuhe songs.

He is the morning light that I cannot touch. When I die, I must be buried with him.He wrote like this. When he wrote this sentence, he was very serious and his handwriting was very neat.

In the end he was defeated by the price of extreme power, and he flinched.Feng Fuhege was appointed as the head and assistant, and he left everything to Fuhege. He hid in the deep palace and indulged in playing with grinding stones day after day.He was too young and didn't have many contacts in the officialdom. He always stumbled when government orders were passed, and he had to endure the explicit and secret scolding of the officials.

Gao Jiamu knew everything, Fuhege and the Queen Mother were fighting, he could see clearly, but he was powerless, he wrote a lot of sorry on a piece of paper, but he never stood up.

Mingru was in a trance for a while, and she remembered that it was at this time that she hated this younger brother more and more.She is too cowardly, useless, and useless. If she is the one who inherits the throne, maybe the situation is not so bad.

He still secretly likes Fuhe Ge, and he listens most carefully when Fuhe Ge gives lectures.

She began to make arrangements and frequently interacted with talented scholars in Dongkang.Acting as a good and well-behaved daughter in front of the Queen Mother, gaining a good reputation in the literati circle, actively interacting with those new scholars, they may be temporarily poor, or even only eat two meals a day, it doesn't matter, she can afford it.

It would take at least five years for these people to spread into the officialdom to show their prominence. It didn't matter, she could afford to wait.

And Gao Jiamu, from beginning to end, was a child who liked to grind stones in the deep palace.He will never grow up, and there is a ray of morning light in his heart, and only that ray of light can temporarily pull him out of the heavy shadow of the palace.He once felt that Chen Guang would never be able to meet him, and Ming Ru, who had lost his patience with his younger brother, seduced him: "You are the emperor, there is nothing in the world that you can't get."

After all, light is untouchable, Gao Jiamu used brute force to hold it in the palm of his hand, and the light fell to pieces by itself, so resolutely, even himself collapsed.

When the news of Fu Hege's death came, Mingru panicked for a moment. She had a premonition for a moment that Gao Jiamu would not be able to live alone if Fu Hege died.

Then he really died, and he died so ugly.

Soon she too will die.

Throwing the last diary into the brazier, she struggled to get up, walked into the depths of the tomb step by step while leaning on the wall, the mermaid candles on both sides wept silently, twisting her back into a pool of strangely shaped ink stains.

She thought she had the ability to turn the tide, but at the end she realized that: he was only a little more motivated and capable than Gao Jiamu, and there was no difference in other things, and he was not even as clear as Jiamu.

Jiamu gave up directly, but she was struggling.

Tired and tired, in this world, do you want love?She staggered to the door of the tomb. Behind the door was the tomb where Jiamu and Fuhege were displayed. The thick golden nanmu door was hung with a gorgeous curtain of "riding a dragon to ascend to heaven". The scales had already been covered with a thin layer of dust, making them look very listless.

The right side hall of the tomb was prepared by her for herself.

This life is really lonely.

The author has something to say:

Another pair of cps who don't have a strong sense of presence.