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Chapter 4 (End)

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From the past to the present, the luck of the stupid and the fool is always far better than that of the wise and sage.

There are few mistakes in taking the law to consider the emperors of the past dynasties.Dangerous buildings that hinder the sun rise from piles of soil, and those who climb to the top of the dangerous buildings are puppets, clay figurines, or even treacherous men. They can't just be people who try to shake the custom-made subjects—unless they destroy the root system and rebuild the building.

The world cannot be reversed without great ambition.

Yan Bochen has nothing.When I was young, polygala melted into water, stagnant water did not flow, and rotting weeds grew wildly.

Qi Shuang was so tired that she fell asleep.

Before Yan Bochen sent anyone over, he extinguished the incense himself, and went back to the side of the couch to caress the slightly frowning brows of his foreign pet. It was not a good dream.Qi Shuang's sleeping position did not match his original name, lying on his side with his knees curled up, his arms folded beside his pillow, he was very cautious, and his breathing was inaudible.And the volume of this light and shallow voice is just right, neither disturbing nor deadly silent, it is suitable for drinking with the past and the past when you are not sleepy.

Yan Bochen went to Xuzhou under the pretense of visiting an old friend before reaching the crown.At that time, the dispute between Yan and Di was still prosperous, and the border area was considered peaceful.He first visited Direnma City, and he saw that there was nothing but a good horse, with shiny fur and great spirit, and he realized that "the ears of the bamboo raft are sharp, and the wind enters the four hooves lightly" (1) is not a lie.Looking at other places, I happened to meet Yan Guanya who was seeking profit, bullying the market and dominating the people, with a contemptible face.

Yan Bochen lived in the Yan Palace for twelve years, looking at the poor mountains and remote places is very fresh for young and ignorant people, besides, there is also a kind of astringent pain and consternation.It was discussed inside and outside the palace that the Di people were mostly called tigers and wolves. He also thought that the Yan people had the same hatred and hatred for Bei Di, and there were many people in Xuzhou who were like relatives, friends, and brothers with the Di people, and they all regarded officials as wolves. tiger leopard.

It shouldn't be.

He thinks that the Northern Territory is high and the earth is far away, and the culture is hard to change.The journey back to the south quickly smashed such unrealistic assumptions into pieces. Outside the alley of Zhumenxiuhu, there were starvation on the roadside; I thought it was strange.

This heavy shadow has been entrenched in the heart for a long time, increasing day by day, and the accumulation is a shackle.After Yan Bochen came back, he became more reticent, lacking the vigor that a young man should have, but he was regarded as a dignified person who can take on great responsibilities.Compared with his brothers, he is the one who is the least conspicuous, and also the one who is the most tolerant and able to deceive others.This kind of people has a characteristic, they can't expand their territories, but they shouldn't have a problem with their success, and there won't be any troubles that hurt their muscles and bones.All the officials saw him this way, the first emperor saw him this way—Yan Bochen didn't see him this way at first, but as time went on, he also lived in that dying appearance according to their expectations.

After Yan Bochen practiced Zuo, he realized that "should not be so" should be interpreted as "should be so".One is that there is ambition but nowhere to do it, and the heavy and old ancestral system is enough to make the disciples reject the Danzhao on this ground; Therefore, the king's character is based on the rules, and it is everywhere; the third is that the military equipment is not repaired, the soldiers are not used, and the law of defense is that the ancestral system cannot be changed, and so on.

In fact, it doesn't make any difference who is in that seat.

It took Yan Bochen 12 years to see clearly that the road ahead was bleak, and finally he no longer had any hope.The first emperor had no talent, but he was very accurate in judging people. He had no decisive ability to fight for his life, no way to fool others and deceive himself, and no way to be ashamed of his heart. The cruelty of the word "Yan" can only be used as a solid material.

Having predicted the situation of defeat in advance, he simply became obsessed and evil, and made up for the pleasures that he hadn't enjoyed in the past ten years-it was still very tasteless, the blood was cold, and the heart was empty. Don't know when it will collapse.

"Indecisiveness..." Yan Bochen muttered subconsciously, thinking about the meaning, and commented, "That's not bad."

The person who uttered the rebellious words just turned inward. He examined it and felt dissatisfied. He turned the person outward very gently but unreasonably.Then I scratched the hair that was so heavy that I got a surprising rare treasure. Once I tasted it, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Qi Shuang slept lightly, woke up naturally, Xu Xu raised his eyes and turned back: "Shuang is very sleepy."

Yan Bochen did not apologize.He leaned over Qi Shuang's forehead slightly, and didn't follow the conversation: "Ye Zhao doesn't seem like a person who is willing to flirt with others and is willing to be a pet." Born more than ten years later than him, it was a good time , there is still blood like fire, and the physical body is also very warm.He stopped from stroking his browbones to his heart without desire, with a calm voice: "...why?"

"Maybe it's because you have a good skin, and you want it to be used better? Or maybe you want to be famous in unofficial history-although it's not a good reputation, it's not a waste of life?" Qi Shuang threw out a few explanations indiscriminately. , was made laughing by this big talk, "Your Majesty thinks too highly of Ye Zhao. He was full of evil during his lifetime, he was unfilial for a son, unfaithful for his people, and unsophisticated for an actor. A patron of human feelings. I think it's better not to mention it."

Yan Bochen nodded slowly, and said in a polite manner, "Then I won't mention it."

His expression was unclear, Qi Shuang sat up and looked at it for a while and then lay down again, thinking that he should still be unmoved by the world, but was confused by his soothing behavior of patting the head.He was very upset, pulled the brocade quilt to cover his head, and his voice leaked muffledly: "Shuang is just curious... curious about what kind of stupid king is."

He is here to kill people, there is no need to ask, except for the servant who wants the emperor to be a fool, no one wants to kill him.The vice-junge took this step with Lou Xiang, and the Wanqi family helped Ye Zhaobing come to the city, but he didn't take it for a long time.

Yan Bochen naturally touched the heart of Qi Shuang's exposed head, he nestled in his quilt and thought about it, he couldn't see Hunjun's joyous smile at this moment.

He did not feel at this moment to condemn his own selfishness.

Jiuchong Tianque was too cold, so all he wanted was to steal a few sparks to keep warm—now that he had it, he really refused to let it go.

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The stupid king's tricks emerged endlessly, and the officials even comforted themselves because he shouldn't say "from now on, the king will not go to court early". Suddenly, when they heard that Emperor Yan was ill and went to court early, they knew that he had a new trick.Fortunately, there is a deputy to supervise the country. Before the emperor came to the court, he only acted as a wooden dummy symbolically, so even if he jumped in anger, it disappeared within a few days.

The gentlemen still have lingering fears, and Emperor Yan made another faint move, and grandly placed the male actress in the purple court.

Everyone was quiet this time.

The age has reached Ai, and I can't bear the fear, and I also fear that Emperor Yan will intensify and toss the precarious rivers and mountains.Compared with anxiously remembering when the head of the item will fall, whether the emperor favors men or women, or a non-male and non-female monster—such as the weak and red-faced internal servant Chang Shi—the trivial matters of love and moon are really not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning.

The nobleman Chang Zhong who held the lamp sneezed in the howling wind.

At the end of the year, there were several times of ice graupel, and as a result, there was heavy snow, which came like a mountain and fell like a spinning thread. The snow stopped for three days, and the frost and snow still remained.People stand outside for a long time, and the ice and snow under their feet are compacted and compacted again, turning into two footprints with water.He stood outside the pavilion, his ten toes were itchy from the cold, he scratched the soles of his shoes and scratched the ground to relieve it a little, the palace lantern swayed, he shivered, and hurriedly held it steady.

Yan Bochen had a strong sense of elegance, so he chose bamboo strips to try to build a lamp stand, and after a little renovation, he finalized it.He is not a skilled craftsman, but his persistence lies in his perseverance. He still remembers making lanterns for the eldest princess when he was young, and it is not difficult to weave them.

Qi is a little girl with clumsy hands and no need to be a coaxer, so far she has not made any progress.He played with Yan Bochen's small lamps that had been dried the day before, and occasionally delivered sliced ​​bamboo strips.The top of the small lamp is all white, and Yan Bochen was originally the one who added joyful patterns, he was too lazy to use his brain and pen, so he didn't add a single stroke because he felt that the white ones were also good.

Yan Bochen was enjoying it, and it took him a while to tie bamboo circles on the lamp wall.It was so fresh, and after half an hour of watching it, there was nothing to see. Qi Shuang tilted her head and poked at the freshly solid lantern frame, and yawned: "Your Majesty really has leisure."

Yan Bochen tied up the bamboo ring, knowing that there was something in his words and didn't respond.He glanced at the clean wall of white flowers, and turned to ask the servant Chang about the fashionable lantern patterns.Chang's servants are like a few treasures, and they are very eloquent. He listened and memorized, and vaguely remembered the pattern of Princess Jiayi's favorite koi playing in the water, but he couldn't guess what kind of style she would like now.

Qi Shuang said coolly at the right time: "If your majesty has the heart, some people will regard it as a treasure if you write it with a brush. I'm afraid that leaving a piece of white for people to fill up according to their preferences. Even if it is a good intention, it is not easy to bear."

Since he was open and honest, he has been unscrupulous in his words and deeds in front of Emperor Yan, and Yan Bochen is not annoyed: "You agree to the next thing, and I will smear a few strokes at will."

He asked the permanent attendant to hand over the palace lantern to Qi Shuang, and sent the permanent attendant to order the imperial dining room to make a few snacks in the Northern Region. After watching the sky, he slowly explained to Qi Shuang what "this matter" was: "Qi Changservant, carry the lamp."

Qi Shuang put on a hypocritical smile, took the lamp, and was very obedient.

God also saw that his behavior was not pleasing to the eye, so soft hail fell on the middle road.Jixue is like fine dust, disappearing without a trace in an instant, like dew or electricity.

Touching the scene, Qi Shuang said: "There is a lot of snow in Xuzhou, and the fields are often full of silver snow in the middle of the night. If you are unlucky, when you catch up with the poor age, you have to exchange a few cattle and sheep for half a basket of bad charcoal." He said As he spoke, he smiled slightly, showing a little self-loathing, "I heard that there is rarely heavy snow in the south, and I have longed for it since I was a child. I said that I feel sorry for my parents suffering from the cold, but in the end, I just don't want to part with the few bites of meat I ate during the New Year's Eve."

"The prosperity and prosperity of the Southland is unpredictable, but just listening to the words "Land of Fish and Rice", one can guess that it is a place where everyone has no worries about food and clothing. When I really came to the Southland, I realized that what I thought was not the same as what I saw. More than that There are countless pointers in the alleys of the Pimen Committee, and there are many corrupt officials," he said numbly, pulling the palace lantern and shaking it step by step, as if he hadn't woken up, "now it's even snowing."

Yan Bochen kept coughing and walked slowly: "The sky is always changing."

"For the king, it's the change of the sky, and for the young people, it's the collapse of the sky." Qi Shuangduan looked forward and said, "When the sky collapses, there are four classes of people. Slow down, do everything possible to poke another hole. Where does the king think he can be ranked?"

Yan Bochen didn't pretend to think: "Since he is blind and stupid, he is still inferior to the last class."

In the past, the heart orifice was rotten, but now the five internal organs are all decayed, and I am not used to it.He was exhausted, and he stopped leaning on Qi Shuang to move forward. Fortunately, he was covered by the cloak so that he would not be too embarrassed.He took this opportunity to attach Qi Shuang's ears, and when Qi Shuang's ears were cold, he heard him calmly say: "The fourth class has never considered where to settle after piercing the sky, so...you have no time to think about it." , or the intention of never settling down?"

After all, the Hunjun should not infer according to common sense, and after answering, he went back to his words and "sighted".

"Well..." Qi Shuang's temporary residence is close in front of him, and the snow is growing behind him.Qi Shuang helped him step into the cold palace, "There is nowhere to hide in the world. There is a place where you can stand under your feet, isn't that right?"

Yan Bochen knew that he wasn't telling the whole truth, so he absent-mindedly praised: "The answer is very clever."

He looked sleepy, staring at the empty lantern shelf in meditation.

Qi Shuang finished the few stacks of food offered by the imperial dining room on his own, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a bird feather falling in front of the window lattice.He searched around and caught the Costin which had come back after a big circle.Wan Chengyuan's vicious bird has followed him for several years for the purpose of sending messages.He regarded it as a living companion and raised it to the best of his ability, always suspecting that there was something unusual and secretive about this bird, because it was oblique and people always had a bit of contempt for it, saying that flying in the sky looked down on walking on two legs.

He combed the snow-stained feathers of the bird, feeling sorry for it: "It's not the right time to come here, what are you doing here to suffer while eating and sleeping well?"

The bird is very proud, and the bird tilts his head and turns his back to ignore him.

Yan Bochen looked over lightly, and said with just one glance: "Things belong to their masters."

Qi Shuang lighted the incense and ignored him.

It was snowing heavily outside the window. Tomorrow Yandu would be covered in silver clothes.

The lantern skeleton was placed on the most conspicuous antique rack in the hall to collect dust, and it was not sent out in the end.On the contrary, the little lamp that Yan Bochen gave Qi Shuang to Qi Shuang after he practiced it casually was indeed not the old widowed appearance, and he really believed that he wrote a song——

Half a day of wind and rain like autumn.Strange rocks are in the dodder, old trees are hooked, moss embroidered on the Zen steps, dust sticks to the poem wall, and the cloud is wet through the building.The tune of the piano is cold and the tiger hill is idle, and the light of the sword is cold and the shadow moves the dragon hill.Drunk eyes long, eternal grievances.The waves sweep Xu's soul, and the mountains lock Wu's sorrow. (1)

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Emperor Yan did not go to the early court for several months.

There are rumors that the emperor is terminally ill, and he is looking for panacea everywhere to make alchemy in closed doors. There are also rumors that the emperor's foreign favor has a mysterious origin, but it is a Danke demon who possesses the art of immortality, and the foreign favor is just a deceptive rhetoric.What's more, some people claim to be Qi Danke's disciples and spread fraud in the neighborhood.Qi Shuangzao didn't take the world's slander and insults seriously, and she couldn't laugh or cry when she first heard this.

He turned his head and said to relieve his boredom with Yan Bochen, Hun Jun was silent for a while, and said something that made sense.

He has been more faint and less awake recently, Qi Shuang followed in his footsteps, and knew that this person would not last long.The deputy has come several times, but never again.Princess Jiayi seldom came to visit, Qi Shuang guessed that this might have something to do with her——for several years, her heart became colder and colder, and eventually she became dead.

He and Yan Bochen really belonged to different species.A person who has no relatives and friends has lost his name and surname, and there is no condolences behind him; a relative and friends are all there, but he wants to play down the relationship and sing that he will never communicate with each other after death.

The New Year's Eve at the beginning of the seventh year of Zhaoding passed without taste and taste, but it still has to be passed without taste and taste.Humans have such dispositions, at best, it is the unrestrained spirit of taking pleasure in suffering, at worst, it is the intoxicated life and dream of death that does not know the present disaster.

At night, the sky is full of colorful lights, brightly lit all night, like a brocade in the sky.

Qi Shuang put on theatrical make-up, and accompanied the rumored Hunjun who closed his home to make alchemy to watch the scenery.He was born in a wonderful way, with deep eyes and lacquered brows, like a ghost under the night sky.And this is a kind of gorgeousness that hides swords and holds swords, not as soft and boneless as weak willows supporting the wind, and the radiance shines in front of the imperial court, and it is bound to see blood.

Yan Bochen clasped his hands together, both of them were as cold as a corpse.He said sincerely: "Qi Shuang, you should have lived for a long time, and you can live well. Even if things have come to this, you can change your appearance and find a city where no one knows you to live like you want to be …Marry a wife and have children, and the family is happy. It is better to be a family all over the world than to be with a foolish king who everyone in the world wants to kill...and leave a bad reputation forever.”

"In the past and present, there are thousands of fools and flatterers, which one will not leave a bad smell for thousands of years? One day is a flattery, and a lifetime is a flattery. In order not to harm the world..." Qi Shuang raised his palm and sent Haidongqing who had returned after leaving.The latter skyrocketed straight up, flying across the horizon in no time, he suddenly became envious, and then quietly faded away from the distance. "I have to feel wronged that the king and I have the same hole, and don't spoil the world of future generations with the stinky remains. What do you think?"

Qi Shuang's shadow is sometimes bright and sometimes ambiguous, almost the same is not real, but the light blue water sleeves on both sides are swinging in the wind, hunting and hunting, it is real.

Yan Bochen touched the fan pendant he had hidden in the armband. The fan pendant was in the shape of fangs. Di people worship wolves as gods, and most of them use wolf teeth as amulets.Under Qi Shuang's guidance, he searched for the hidden clasp of the pendant, and was able to get a glimpse of the inside. It turned out that there was an inch-long iron spike hidden.

After Qi Shuang revealed his intentions, he showed no signs of embarrassment, he let go of the fan pendant and Yan Bochen took it away, almost softly said: "Look, I also have ulterior motives, and I can't stand your kind words."

Yan Bochen: "That's why I should ask you for something as compensation."

He held the spiked Yi Qishuang's water sleeves and gestured several times, pinched one corner and picked it up, then stabbed shallowly for half a circle, and pulled the other half away with force.

Qi Shuang, who had one sleeve broken, was dumbfounded.

"From herd to catkin, it is beautiful and different. The beauty of a bandit girl is the beauty of a beauty." (3) "Yan Bochen teased and smiled, then laughed lightly, and then laughed, "It's absurd, I don't even know how to treat you What did it do?"

If it is said that it is forbidden, it is not enough to appreciate or feel sorry for it; if it is said that it is a young child who is born a few years later and can become a father and son, there should be no entanglement between the bed and bed; if it is not very accurate to explain people— ——And the only thing is certain, that is, it has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Either they want to plunder his blood and vitality through the bond of flesh and blood, or they like to see him bend down but not break his chivalrous bones...it's useless to think about it now.

They are all heartless people, why bother.

So he didn't want to spend the last years with someone in peace, and whispered to himself: "36 years of embarrassment, [-] years of ignorance, [-] years of waking nightmares, [-] years of sleepiness... It's okay, it's okay. "

Qi's ears were damaged, not as good as before, and he couldn't hear clearly: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Emperor Yan's voice dropped word by word, "Look at the lamp."

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At the beginning of the seventh year of Zhaoding, the emperor died, and later generations called him Emperor Ai.The new emperor practiced Zuo and changed Yuan Hongxing.

In the summer of the first year of Hongxing, Wan Qiyuan led his army to attack Yandu, and the new king surrendered.

Yan proclaimed himself emperor from Xingguo to his death, and the nineteen emperors lived in 280 years.

(Finish)

The author has something to say:

(1) [Tang] Du Fu's "Fang Bing Cao Hu Ma"

(2) [Yuan] Qiao Ji's "Zhe Gui Ling Climbing Tiger Hill in Wind and Rain"

(3) "Book of Songs · National Style · Beifeng · Jingnv"

Put the lid on the pot and run away.

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