VII

The time is long and short, and the gray-haired Fusu looks back on his life, and it is clear that the three thousand beauties in the harem are like clouds, beauties are like jade, tenderness is like water, enthusiasm is like fire, majestic and dignified, small and beautiful, and even more beautiful. There are groups of children and grandchildren under his knees, and he holds great power.Living the days of waking up and controlling the power of the world, and lying drunk on the knees of beauties, but there is not a moment when I don't feel that I am a real loner.

So he began to dream, dreaming that when he was young, his mother Zheng Ji was still there, and he hid behind the curtain, quietly watching his mother singing: There are Fusu in the mountains, and Hehua in Xi.If you don't see Zidu, you will see madness.There was a natural admiration and shyness in her eyes. She loved that man so deeply that all she thought about before she died was that man. The first thing he learned was how to love that man. He was stunned. Followed the mother's footsteps ignorantly, and then naturally took over the admiration after the mother died.

Fusu woke up in a daze, he hadn't had a dream for many years, let alone that man.

On the second day, Fusu still had a dream. In the dream, it was the same person intermittently, and his appearance ranged from a toddler to wearing a crown. Only now did Fusu realize that time really seems to favor beauties. The father's appearance has not changed much in the past 20 years. The two of them stand together, more like brothers than father and son.

On the third day, Fusu dreamed that his father was standing in front of a high throne with a tiara, and twelve drooping tassels blocked his father's face. Seeing those long and narrow eyes drooping slightly, looking down at Fusu who was kneeling under the steps, he said in a low and slow voice, "Fusu, you still let me down after all..."

After waking up again, Fusu stroked his cold cheek with trembling hands, it was moist as expected, he suddenly realized that this might be his last dream about that person, and the uncontrollable heartache hit him, Fusu knew that his heart was about to be gouged out. He lifted the brocade quilt, and Fusu stayed on the bed in disheveled clothes. He stumbled and pushed open the palace gate, and shouted at the attendants on the left and right: " Quickly pass the prince and the ministers into the palace!"

The transfer of power was successfully completed, and Fusu was lying on the couch alone, waiting for death to come. Regarding the affairs behind him, Fusu did not say a word. Since it is impossible to be buried in Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum in this life, where will Fusu be buried? It doesn't matter.The heartache in his chest that seemed to exist, seemed to be nothing, was still there, and Fusu caressed his chest lightly, thinking in a trance: Don't have a next time...this terrible reincarnation...don't have a next time...

Fusu pulled out the sword in his hand very slowly, the sharp blade gleamed with a cold light, reflecting Fusu's calm and indifferent face to the point of frightening, thin cheeks, pale skin, like the narrow eyes of the emperor , the long eyebrows that are as thick as ink fly slantingly into the temples, the temples are cut like a knife, and the nose is like a gall, such a similar face, how can you not like it?How could you not like it?But unfortunately, that person doesn't like it...

So, Fusu raised the corners of his mouth slowly, smiled slowly, and gradually laughed uncontrollably until he bent over laughing.Meng Tian, ​​who followed closely into the inner room, saw Fusu laughing wildly as if in a daze, and was about to step forward to comfort him, but saw Fusu suddenly stop laughing, and read word by word: "I travel the world, pray Shrine to the gods of famous mountains to prolong life. Today, Fusu and general Meng Tian have hundreds of thousands of troops in the border area. It has been more than ten years, and they can't move forward. The soldiers are exhausted, and there is no merit. It is an anti-counterfeit letter that slanders me. He resented him day and night. Fusu was unfilial, and he gave him a sword to kill himself! General Tian and Fusu were outsiders. It belongs to the general Wang Li." The blade was half drawn, Fusu closed his eyes, the hand holding the sword exerted strength, pulled out the blade, threw away the scabbard, and slashed the sword across his neck.

Meng Tian panicked, stepped forward to hold Fusu's sword-holding hand, and said in a hurry: "Your Majesty lives outside, and the crown prince has not yet been established, so the envoys will guard the border with 30 people, and the young master is the prisoner. This is a heavy responsibility in the world. Today, as soon as the envoy comes, he commits suicide. Do you know it’s not a fraud? Please reapply, reapply and die before it’s too late.”

As if reciting a line, Fu Su said without emotion: "The father gave the son to die, Shang An please." Then he looked at Meng Tian quietly, at this general who was like a teacher and a friend.

Those ashes-like despairing eyes were lifeless, as black as a deep pool, cold and silent, so Meng Tian sighed, let go of his clenched hands, turned around and walked out of the inner room.

Being unfilial, exhausting soldiers, making merits of no size, writing outright slander, which one is not shocking, which one is not bloody, from the very beginning of crying to the present calm, Fusu has accepted this edict six times.Yes, this is the sixth time.Familiar with every word of the imperial edict, he could copy it with his eyes closed. Master Li Si's Xiaozhuan, which is the most famous in the world, every word is as beautiful as a painting, and every word can kill him.

Meng Tian stopped at the door, and was about to persuade a few words, but felt a chill in his heart, looked down at the sword point protruding from his chest in disbelief, turned his head slowly, his movements were so stiff that Meng Tian was in a trance, thinking that he could hear The rubbing sound of bones during rotation was like a rusty iron sword being drawn out of its scabbard, sharp and ear-piercing.

Fu Su looked at Meng Tian calmly and indifferently, and said gently: "General, please take a step ahead, Fu Su will go down to accompany you in a moment." While speaking, Fu Su drew out the bestowed sword that passed through Meng Tian's body, With a slight smile, he turned around and left without mercy. Two guards guarded the door and killed them.Kill the soldiers you meet as you pass by.The envoys who came to deliver the edict were killed.

Meng Tian just watched Fusu's snow-white robe gradually dyed red, saw the soldiers fleeing in panic, and saw the expression on Fusu's face gradually change from calm and indifferent to distorted and crazy, standing on the mountain of blood Haili laughed crazily, the blood that flowed out floated up and scattered on the ground and the arrows disappeared.Because that is His Majesty's eldest son Fusu, the possible heir to the throne, the direct superior of General Meng Tian, ​​and the supervisor of an army of 30, so no one dared to resist, and no one thought of stopping it in a panic. A unilateral and frenzied massacre to stop this man who was clearly insane.

"The eldest son is crazy! The eldest son is crazy! Run, everyone!" A young general who had thrown away his helmet and armor ran past Meng Tian who had fallen to the ground, without even noticing who the person on the ground was bleeding too much.

Fusu is crazy...Meng Tian struggled to get to the door, sat up, picked up the bow and arrow worn by the guard before, tremblingly raised it up, stretched the bow and set the arrow, pointed at Fusu, with a pale face full of unbearable, But he was still determined, no matter it was for Daqin, for the army, or for the friendship between the two who had gotten along with each other for several years, Fusu couldn't go crazy anymore!

An arrow came from nowhere and passed through Fusu's back, Mitsubishi's arrow pierced the heart, and pierced the chest wall without exhaustion.As soon as Fusu grasped the arrow, he pulled out the arrow without feeling the slightest pain with strength from where it came from. The arrow body and the feathers of the arrow tail pierced Fusu's back, heart, and chest wall in sequence.Holding the blood-stained arrow with one hand, Fusu didn't care who shot the arrow, and threw it away. Holding the sword and pestle on the ground to barely support the weight of his body, he gasped and laughed loudly: "This It's just the beginning! No matter where the ghosts and gods are, listen to me! If it happens again! The widow will surely lay down tens of thousands of corpses! People will die! To this world! Listen to the name of the widow trembling! This oath, the sun and the moon will bear witness Immortals, devils and gods will listen to it!"