On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

In September, there is a cool breeze.

The sunset is all over the sky, and the quiet light envelops the luxurious palace.The imperial garden is filled with a faint mist, and the bare branches are looming, pointing straight up, like a ruined soldier holding a spear.Scarred and stubborn.

Click.

When someone stepped on the fallen leaves, it seemed to start a shower of rain.

The corners of the broken petals turned black, mixed with the withered yellow leaves, fluttering along the wind, falling slowly, and piled up thick hills under the trees, as if hiding a pile of corpses.

In the dim scene, only Yu Zijin was alive and kicking, looking back while running, holding the waxed glass thread tightly in both hands, and kept shouting: "Wait for me, wait for me!"

In the sky, a paper kite in the shape of a butterfly dragged its long tail and chased after the huge paper eagle in front of it.

"Wait for me!"

Yu Zijin was out of breath from running, sat down on the ground, threw a stare at Xuanbei, and roughly pulled the thread.

It's a pity that the colorful big butterfly just circled in a daze, and if it lowered a bit, it might never catch up with the eagle again.

"Stop playing!"

Yu Zijin drooped the corners of his mouth, heaved a sigh of relief, and his whole body was full of anger.

"Don't play anymore?" Xuanbei asked, walking slowly, with his palm spread in front of Yu Zijin, trying to pull him up.

"No play no play."

The palm was slapped off by the fierce little hand.

——The skills are not as good as others, so they want to lose their temper, and they are really getting more and more nonsense.

Xuanbei shook his head helplessly, and suddenly let go of his hand.

The unthreaded eagle was in a daze, hung in the sky for a while, and then fell crookedly.

Seeing this, Yu Zijin on the ground grabbed Xuanbei's clothes and said anxiously, "It's gone! The eagle is gone!"

Xuanbei remained motionless.

He stood quietly, silent and stubborn, like a big rock with a strange shape, growing here dully.His eyes, which were as indelible as ink, fixedly watched the whereabouts of the kite, thoughtfully.

Again.

Xuanbei has not been in court for half a month.Even though the official wrote a letter to ask for a play, he was uncharacteristically, fighting with Yu Zijin on the bed day and night until the sun was up.

The so-called non-touching of the government is like belated childlike innocence. Recently, the emperor has been focusing on fishing games with beauties in the harem and throwing paper kites.

But when a little careless, it is easy to reveal such a distant look, like this moment.

But the eagle didn't know anything, and followed the wind on its own, looking through the pavilions and red walls, getting lower and lower.

disappear in front of your eyes.

"It's gone!"

Yu Zijin slapped him sullenly, "I like that one, and I want to use it next time. Why did you make it fly away?"

Xuan Bei grabbed his hand, "It's out of the palace."

out of the palace.

With flickering eyes, Yu Zijin caught a glimpse of a row of people kneeling outside the imperial garden, all of them with spines as straight as iron, indomitable.From the seventh day of Xuanbei's dismissal, Ming Gewen, Minister of Rites, led all the civil and military officials to kneel down, begging Xuanbei to be super-class, and second begging Xuanbei to kill the demon man.

I counted with my fingers, and it happened to make up the second seven days, and there was only one row left by the dark crowd.

Ming Gewen was still the leader and minister who did his part, and he looked like a little old man who had been soaked in water all over his body.Every time he saw Yu Zijin, he would turn his head away, wondering if it meant he didn't bother to look at the monster with straight eyes.

Now the little old man seemed to be aware of Yu Zijin's unscrupulous gaze, and he turned his head arrogantly.

Yu Zijin stuck out her tongue at him, and turned her gaze to the paper butterfly.

The sky is boundless, and just now it was chasing the eagle wholeheartedly. At this time, the eagle was broken, it lost its direction, and stopped on it like an idiot.Play dead.

Cursing her lips, Yu Zijin let go, and the bobbin rolled to the ground.

"hug."

He stretched out his hand towards Xuanbei, with a carefree smile on his face.

This kid may have suffered a lot from hunger and cold when he was young, and he hasn't grown much in the past year after entering the palace. He is still a strange and thin monkey.Xuanbei bent down slightly, and he climbed up quickly with his eyes and hands, put his arms around his neck and put it on his broad shoulders, and stuck out his tongue at the old ministers who were blowing their beards and staring.Then giggle.

Xuanbei didn't smile.

They walked out along the crooked stone neck, and Yu Zijin picked a faded flower and wrapped it around Xuanbei's hair.

It is inevitable to pass by long kneeling courtiers halfway.

"Your Majesty."

Ming Gewen said: "Three days ago, Gusu City surrendered without a fight. So far, more than ten cities north of the Yellow River have been captured by the rebels."

"Isn't that what you want?"

Xuanbei lowered his eyes and looked at Ming Gewen lightly.

The aging Ming Gewen's body trembled, and he leaned against the cold ground with a heavy voice: "You shouldn't be here."

Xuanbei thought for a while, and said, "Perhaps you shouldn't have come here."

After all, pass by.

"Old minister Ming Gewen—"

A cold wind blew from the north and penetrated through the gap in his sleeves, causing Yu Zijin to shrink his neck.He blinked, looked at Ming Gewen's unconsciously hunched back, and heard him say calmly and loudly: "I have been familiar with hundreds of books since I was a child, and I admire the way of etiquette. Prefect. He has been in office for ten years to control floods and suppress Japanese pirates. He was fortunate to be transferred to the Sixth Department of Shangjing. It has been forty-two years since then. After three generations of emperors, his sincere heart has never changed. Today, I am bold-"

Facing the front of the void, he kowtowed heavily, "I implore the king to revive the court from now on, and kill those who bring disaster to the country!"

The other six people agreed in unison: "I implore the king to revive the court from now on, and kill those who bring disaster to the country!"

The words are clanging and the sound is loud.

Xuanbei never stopped, never stopped.

Nor did he go to court.

The days slipped by quietly day by day, and the news that the emperor did not go to court early spread all over the streets and alleys.The people in the world all know that he was completely captured by monsters, and they even compose poems for the emperor's order in a few years, and finally become a jingle that a three-year-old child can sing, mocking this person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, doesn't pay attention to etiquette, and is disloyal to the queen mother. Unrighteousness, but also the king who is unkind to his courtiers.

It should be the eternal king.

Some people also mentioned that when Xuanbei was the prince, what about the achievements of invincibility and invincibility?

So a lot of controversy arose.

On the big picture.

The three great powers stand together, and the Lu Kingdom, whose alliance was rejected, has been fighting with the Dora royal family for many months, and it is the decisive moment.There are other countries that are coveting. Fortunately, the cities south of the Yellow River were either disappointed by the reigning king, or they had the insight to avoid the covetousness of other countries. They fell without a fight and opened their gates to welcome the rebels.

Unprecedented defections in history took place one after another, and it seemed that there was only one dreary palace left on the four walls of the country and vowed not to surrender.

In late September, the first official to take sick leave emerged.

One life is two, two begets three, day after day, the court without an emperor becomes more and more empty.

Until Yu Xiala led an army of 25 to surround Shangjing, the Minister of War told Xuanbei that there were not enough troops in Shangjing to resist, and Wang Xuanbei fled.

Xuanbei did not escape.

The few generals in the city, the Selected Army who had been personally trained by Xuanbei on the outskirts of Shangjing in the past, claimed to resist to the end.

Xuanbei ordered them to take off their armor, put down their spears and spears, and go home.

What exactly is Xuanbei planning?

No one knows.

Coshala guarded outside the city for half a month, seeing neither surrender nor resistance, and finally gave an order to attack the palace.

On the last day of the court, there were only ten people.

"Report—the rebels broke through the southern gate!"

"Report——Ximen has fallen!"

"Report-"

The third report came out, Xuanbei waved his hand, "There is no need to report, and all the forbidden troops are ordered to retreat to the front of the palace."

The young soldier closed his lips in bewilderment, puzzled for a long time, and when he walked out with his sword in hand, the grief and indignation on his face disappeared without a trace.He looked at the court ladies and eunuchs who were running away with bundles and jewels in front of him, and then turned to look at the indifferent people in the hall.

A wisp of white mist floats faintly from the white porcelain seawater pattern incense burner, lingering around the room for a long time, as if it is still the usual scene.

I almost thought I was daydreaming.

But if you take a closer look, there are three differences.

First, Xuanbei did not wear court clothes.

Second, Xuanbei did not sit on the Dragon Throne.

Thirdly, Yu Zijin, who absolutely shouldn't appear in the court hall, is swaggering and playing with the Chuanguo Yuxi.

The little soldier slapped his head violently, ignoring Sanqi 21, and went to convey the order earlier.

And Xuanbei sat on the steps, not in a hurry.

After a stick of incense, the rebels arrived.

The sound of thousands of footsteps pattering together, like a stream forming a sea.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed into the gate of the palace and surrounded the court heavily.The remaining tens of thousands guarded the gate, and they divided into two groups.

Co Shara, Yu Qing'an, Du Ming, Dalu, and Jue Sai came out one after another.

Gu Xiala walked up to Xuan Bei step by step and stood still, her brows and eyes were still as warm as a painting, like a bright moon.The cold armor failed to erase his natural demeanor, and the sword failed to make him murderous.

The virtuous king Gushara has always been like this, like the breeze and the beautiful jade.

When you look at him, you will have a strong sense of intimacy in your heart, want to tell him your heart, and know that a character like him will listen to you with a smile.Even if he knows that he has a deep scheming heart, he can't resist the intimacy spontaneously, this is Gushara's unique ability.

Xuanbei, who had been sleeping in the deep palace for several months, seemed to be touched, woke up, opened his beast-like pupils, and looked directly at Gushara.The sudden time was comparable to a silent fight, the two sides faced each other tit for tat and refused to give in to each other.

"you lose."

Gushara put the sharp blade straight on Xuanbei's shoulder, "After the dispute for the throne, you have finally been defeated by me!"

The blade was nearly an inch long, and it just stuck to the fragile neck without leaving a gap.

Yu Qing'an, who was standing aside, yelled out a warning.

Yu Zijin was also fidgeting, but was held firmly in Xuanbei's arms by Xuanbei.

The lonely and widowed civil servants all stared at Gushara with stern faces, as if they were about to pounce on him at any moment and bite his throat off.

The military minister has put his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to strike.

Gu Xiala took everything into her eyes, and then lowered her eyes and smiled, "I didn't expect that there are people protecting you. It's just——, who are they protecting? Is it the country, the fame and power, the emperor Xuanbei, or You? But, who really cared about you? Without the title of emperor, what are you?"

As if telling a big joke, the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and full of playfulness.

"I just have one question to ask."

Xuanbei slowly raised his eyelids, and his eyes slowly moved back and forth in the world, "Did you secretly promote Ge Min's unveiling of the plaque in the past?"

"Xuanbei!"

Gu Xiala's upturned mouth slowly flattened, "So what if you are? So what if you are not? You still mention dead people, Xuanbei, you have lost too much!"

It was clearly a warm voice, but there was a deep darkness buried in it.

Disdain, contempt, disgust, all malicious and ugly emotions are mixed, like discourse exuding poisonous gas, which makes people shudder.

Xuanbei was unmoved, "Gushara, did I lose or did you lose?"

The next moment, his expression became extremely cold, "You—"

"A complete beast!"

Xuanbei stretched out his hand to pinch the blade, and said with a sneer, "I've never seen anything like you! To be a highness is to be a master, and your parents are alive and well-versed in poetry and books. What do you lack? I often think, what are you lacking? What? Gold, silver and jewellery? Splendor and wealth? The care and love of others? Or is it talent? You don’t need anything, but you can’t be alone!”

"From childhood to adulthood, do you remember how much blood was on your hands?"

He stood up straight and got very close to Gushara, his long and narrow eyes were full of evil spirits, "You are not guilty of killing cats and dogs, and killing people. But I am afraid it is more than that. Not only do you not sympathize, you have never Have fun? No matter what you do, how to play with power and emotions, how to play with other people's lives and other people's loyal ministers between applause, you still can't feel a little bit of happiness in it. You are not satisfied, and you can't find the taste of being a human being. No relatives and friends, no ambitions, the boring life day after day makes you tired, so, knowing that it is a trap, you still come here, don’t you? Are you looking for victory, or are you looking for death?!”

With a bang, the sword fell to the ground.

Xuanbei's palm was hanging by his side, and blood dripped down.

In front of him, Gushara shook his head.This time Gushara hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister and cunning smile like a ghost. , "Xuanbei, hahaha, what a Xuanbei, I didn't know for a moment whether I overestimated you or underestimated you?"

"Whether you overestimate or underestimate, you will never have a second life!"

Xuanbei glanced, and half of the soldiers turned around in unison, pointing their sharp knives and guns at Gushara!

The author has something to say:

my biscuit

The last chapter

I want to die!

Squeeze it out!

Could it be that I am too Buddhist recently to write conflicts!