On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

Before returning to the palace, Xuanbei came back to Princess Tomb for the second time.

The first king had sixteen or seventeen sons, but he only got an eldest princess.

The princess of Benin was clever and lively since she was a child, she was familiar with poetry and books, and she preferred to wield knives and guns, but unfortunately she did not end well.

Back then, many people participated in the wedding. One was the abolition of the crown prince's suggestion, and then the king believed it, and then it was the empress dowager Ru who refused to save her.

Now the former king is dead, and the abolished prince is heartbroken.The queen mother was also deeply shocked by Ge Min's incident, and she almost swallowed her last breath.Perhaps it can be regarded as Benin's revenge.

Xuanbei stared quietly at the desolate grave, and said in his heart: Bening, I owe you what I owe, and I should pay it off.

No one knows whether the succession of the throne is false, Xuanbei is actually an unfilial son who seized the throne from his father.

He has been dormant for many years, plotting secretly, Yu Qing'an, a literary and talented scholar, is loyal and respected by hundreds of thousands of soldiers.Hold back.First use Yu Qing'an to pretend to be a counselor to seek refuge with the prince, and win the trust of the prince step by step, and then commit such a rebellious and immoral thing in one pot.Immediately following a good time from heaven, the late king stepped into his trap even though he was not feeling well and wanted to march in person.

Can you bear to hold your father's sharp sword high that day?

No.almost none.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Xuanbei looked straight at the noble emperor without any ups and downs, and only asked: "Do you know how you ended up in such a state?"

The emperor was gray-haired, he raised his tired eyes, and showed a clear but contemptuous smile, "Why did you draw your sword? For your birth mother? For Benin? Or for this throne?"

Xuanbei was silent.

His mother and concubine were indeed a woman from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. She was favored by the emperor during his southern tour, and then she changed her name and entered the deep palace.This harem is a place where fish and dragons are mixed together, weak women have no plans, and at the beginning, there are emperors and kings who are sincere with each other, and they can barely survive.

Until her stomach protruded, the two of them knew that this was not a real dragon.

The wife who took away was reported.

The emperor let go of his warm hand, and looked at his beloved woman stumbling and walking under the jealous and vicious eyes of everyone. He never expected that she would give birth to this child.

She does everything by herself, without the hands of others.Otherwise, I would rather be hungry and thirsty, and carry it with a kind of awe-inspiring motherhood that can shock the world.She didn't go out, and couldn't bear the concubine's coming to ask for trouble.Forbearance, forbearance, no gesture, finally saved the child.

She died.

The emperor realized that it was too late to punish the concubine who had made a mistake.Justice delayed is meaningless.After staying for a year or two, the emperor accidentally heard someone mention her, and went mad to deal with all the insiders.

From then on, this elegant woman died in a real way, and no one knew about it.

He asked Xuanbei: Are you avenging your biological mother?

No.

What made Xuanbei point the sword at his biological father was not the hatred from others, but his own.

He was dissatisfied with this wayward emperor who forcibly robbed the people's daughter, and him in the belly of the people's daughter.So much so that he fell into this endless abyss.If he hadn't been in the palace, he wouldn't have lost his mother since childhood.It won't be like weeds that no one cares about, like pigs and dogs struggling to live.Every word, deed, and movement fell into the eyes of countless servants.

Since ancient times, the emperor's anger has harmed his concubines, and the concubines beat and scolded their servants frequently when they were angry.The ladder of power descended one level at a time, and he was at the end.

As tenacious as Xuanbei, even if others teased him secretly, even if he was punched and kicked by the domineering brother Wang, he would still choke in his heart with indignation.He will not die, and he is unwilling to die, so I have to ask him where he is wrong and how he is liked by others.

But he was also a child.

Woke up in the middle of the night, it was windy and windy outside, and the ground was full of residual flowers.

The bed was hot and it was cold.The body is hot and the heart is cold.Cold hearted, this world is cruelly colder by tens of millions of times.

He was self-taught, holding a little secret about his biological mother, and suddenly realized that he was not the emperor's son.

How could anyone in this world have the heart to treat their parents like this?

Mostly resentment is born from this.

The biological father and the biological mother could not bear to resent anyway.He also worshiped his father for a time, thinking that one day he would be able to get rid of the emperor's disgust and be able to perform a filial piety.

Since he is not his biological father, he naturally has to resent and hate.

The days are too tough, if you don't find a deep-seated hatred, how can you let a boy who is naturally unwilling to accept others endure the days of being ridiculed and bullied by everyone?

Xuanbei hates when he opens his eyes and hates when he closes his eyes. He only knows one word hate at such a young age.

It was not hatred in essence that made him go this far.

He asked forcefully: "Since I am not your biological son, why do you put me under the name of the noble concubine?"

The emperor smiled without saying a word.

"You never forget her!"

Xuanbei replied on his behalf, "But no one in this world can talk about her with you. You try to see things and think about others, maybe you think about treating me better, and she will come to see you in your dreams. But you see me again I can understand that she never takes you seriously. Sometimes you like me, encourage me, and let me provoke the important position of the coach. You often hate me, and you only want me to die on the battlefield. Every time I return victorious, your disgust One more point. I'm going to fight, and you have more mercy."

"This nasty temper—" Xuanbei said coldly, "I will never forget it!"

"You gave me a dream like a mirage, and you close it and let it go, just like playing with a plaything. Do you remember that I will also grow old? Now you are responsible for everything." Xuanbei smiled, "Your favorite prince is me As a result, your world will fall into my hands from now on. I'm afraid you won't feel at ease even if you are a ghost!"

The emperor shook his eyes and sighed, "It really is you."

Xuanbei's heart welled up with a touch of desolate pride.

"You can die clearly." He opened his eyes, watching his hand move forward.

The blade sank into the emperor's body.

It turned out that the emperor who easily manipulated people's lives was only a mortal body, who would be injured and die.

The emperor smiled instead of anger. He reached out and grasped the sword tightly, with an expression of unwillingness and ease.

"The matter of Benin, if you hadn't been involved, it might have been a different matter..." He spit out a mouthful of blood under Xuanbei's cold gaze, "When you pleaded for Benin...cough cough...it's almost the same as your mother and concubine. Exactly the same..."

Xuanbei's face changed, and he sank the sword into three points.

"I originally wanted to take back the marriage order, but it was precisely because of you..." The emperor's mouth was red with blood, and he continued intermittently: "After the Mid-Autumn Festival...it's a pity that Benin has already..."

Xuanbei pulled out the sword with a swish, and watched the emperor's upper and lower lips trembling like branches and leaves in the cold wind without saying a word, unable to utter a word.

He never thought that his pleading was the real reason for ruining Benin's life.

To this day, his wife and children died, his father became a king, and then he still has the notoriety of a murderer.

Xuanbei didn't know if this was enough to repay Benin.

As a human being, he never owed anyone a dime.He is a stubborn person who would rather climb up the cliff stones with his fingers, rather than take a rope to rescue him.

He still has the throne and a few loyal ministers in his hands.Loyal ministers are either loyal to Xuanbei, loyal to the king, or loyal to the people of the country.

The remaining one, Yu Zijin, is his.Just his.

Xuanbei didn't know it, it was the dim sense of similar people that made him recognize Yu Zijin when he first met.It was also the long loneliness that made him accept Yu Zijin so quickly and frankly.He didn't know that he and Yu Zijin were actually on the same side.One is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and the other is strong on the outside and soft on the inside. They also have no father or mother, and they grow up in the boundless darkness.They are tough and fragile, cruel and soft, and they are the combination of cruelty and kindness in the world.

Xuanbei will not admit this.

He only knew that Yu Zijin was rescued by him from the lifeless Prime Minister's house, and he was also pampered by him with everything needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Yu Zijin belonged to him as a matter of course.

Only this person is not allowed to go out.

Xuanbei thought: No matter what, I won't let Yu Zijin go out.

Even Kushara secretly spread rumors to build momentum.Even if one day he really becomes what he calls a fatuous and immoral emperor, or Yu Zijin is a monster that harms the country and the people, he will not compromise.

Life is the same life, ten thousand steps back, death deserves the same acupuncture point.

There is no need to talk about whether it is from love or whether people are divided into groups, this is a matter of death.

Xuanbei understands.Yu Zijin also understood.

They are tied together, at most they are against the world together, and they will not leave the other person to face it alone.

Standing in front of Bening's tomb, Xuanbei faintly realizes that the world does not belong to him, nor does the throne belong to him.Sooner or later, he will abandon everything and take Yu Zijin away from this place of right and wrong.

--Benin

Xuanbei said silently: Rest in peace.I will never forget the life I owe you again.No one in this country, this family will think of you anymore.

You can die peacefully.

A gust of wind blew in front of the stone tablet engraved with the five characters of the tomb of the eldest princess, and a broken but still gorgeous flower fell.

Xuanbei didn't pick up the flower.

He left it here to look at spring, summer, autumn and winter instead of Benin, or turn it into mud to nourish a field of flowers and plants.

After Xuanbei returned to the palace, Huashanna and Yingzhen sent people to invite them again and again.The former one claimed that the fetus was moving and his mood was unstable; the latter one was sick in bed and couldn't get up. I hope Xuanbei will meet for the last time and say a few words of his own.

Xuanbei didn't go to see anyone, he only wanted to see one person.

And Yu Zijin and Dora Zhuomala chatted about Dolami and didn't come back until most of the afternoon.With a blushing face, eyes bent with joy, he rushed through the door like the wind.

"I met Dorami's little sister!" Yu Zijin said in detail, "She and Dorami really look alike. Her eyes are round and her face is also round. She's even bigger than me. It’s much darker. It’s just that she has a different temperament, she stutters when she speaks, and she can’t always speak well. She loves to cry, and tears fall.”

"Have you provoked Huashanna?" Xuanbei asked.

Yu Zijin pouted, "She bullied Dora Zhuomala. I promised Dorami would take care of his sister for him. Are you going to be angry with me?"

"Not angry with you."

Xuanbei pulled out a teasing smile, "Angry with you, do you want to be more angry than me? Who is more angry than whom?"

"You're so angry." Yu Zijin smiled like a flower, "You're going to lose your head when you're angry."

"Didn't you say that your head is so strong that no one can take it away?" Xuanbei pretended to pinch the flesh of his neck.

Yu Zijin threw himself into his arms.

"I don't play with her because she always wants to provoke me."

Yu Zijin moaned and complained, "Every time she bullies people, why do you bring such a person back? She is not good-looking, not a little bit worse than me. She is fierce and always wants to hit people. ..."

Didn't I meet you?

Xuanbei secretly hid the overly sweet words in his heart.

When I don't know you, I don't know what to do. There are thousands of men and women in the world. They look at it and think they have seen it all, but they almost fall into the net.

If you speak out the words in a gentle manner, can Yu Zijin understand?

Whether Xuanbei said it or not, Yu Zijin knew it all.

Affection is never expressed in words.

It is in the eyes, in the heart, on the hot skin that touches each other, and in every quiet night.

Xuanbei half-heard Yu Zijin's childish but reasonable chanting, like a chirping sparrow.He stretched out his hands to hug this soft and small body, leaning on it, as if he could smell a faint sweet fragrance.

——Just let me hug you.

Since all the sorrow and resentment in this world will dissipate in front of you, I will avoid you like a person afraid of ghosts.

——Then let me give you a good hug, okay?

Xuanbei covered his eyelids, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

The author has something to say:

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I might just be the scum of the branch line.When I wrote this article, I couldn't control the conflict, suspense and emotional ups and downs well, so I was selfish and told some people's stories as I wanted.Just thinking about talking about Xuanbei, talking about Yu Zijin, talking about the noble concubine, talking about Dongsheng, line up one by one, let's talk slowly.

Now I find that there is actually a little bit of loose sand, but it is difficult to change and I don’t want to change it. It can only be regarded as an article with emotion but no skills.

Just treat it like a gentle bedtime story.

Can I finish it with 5w?

Good idea, hum.