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A few days later, the former king was buried and the new emperor ascended the throne.

Since the previous king passed away, the people in the palace had never seen the prince again. Until the day of the burial, everyone finally saw Fu Yi who had been missing for several days.

She lost weight and looked even more haggard, with almost no blood on her face, but there was still a faint smile on her mouth, and she looked like she was not eating fireworks.

As soon as Yuan Qi saw him, he leaned over.

"My lord..."

The prince turned to him and smiled softly: "What's the matter?"

Seeing him like this, Yuan Qi couldn't ask any questions, so he just stood beside him silently.

The coffin went into the mausoleum, but the prince didn't go in. He just stood outside and watched them carry the coffin in.

Yuan Qi stood beside him without moving. He could feel that although the prince didn't say anything or do anything, the sadness that touched his heart was completely transmitted through the air, and Yuan Qi's eye circles were also a little red .

For so many years, he watched how these two people walked over. Although some small quarrels were unavoidable, the prince has never married a wife because of that person. He would rather be alone, and he has not broken the oath.

No matter how stupid Yuan Qi was, it was impossible for him to talk about the emperor in front of the prince. In this situation, he could only accompany the prince, hoping that he would feel better.

I don't know how long I stood there, the prince finally turned around, smiled at Yuan Qi, and said, "You go back first, I'll go back later."

Yuan Qi was afraid that he would not come back again, so he hurriedly said: "I cooked red bean and barley porridge for you, waiting for you to come back."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Red bean barley porridge.

That is his favorite porridge.

Seeing that the prince only nodded, as if he didn't respond, Gu Zi walked away.

Lin Xie came up behind him and asked, "How is your lord?"

Seeing that it was him, Yuan Qi just bowed his head and said, "It's okay."

Lin Xie didn't say anything, just sighed lightly, and then said softly: "The emperor is dead, and the prince is really alone."

"He still has me."

Yuan Qi's tone was a bit stubborn.

Lin Xie smiled wryly, and said, "It's different...you are different from him..."

Yuan Qi stared at him blankly, wondering in his heart, could it be that Lin Xie also knew about the relationship between the two?Is he feeling sorry for the prince?

Lin Xie said nothing more, turned around and left.

In the Ganlu Hall, the prince is scanning the rows of ancient books.

This is the emperor's study room. There is a pear wood table in front of the window. It's unimaginable that the person who was writing and drawing on this desk a few days ago is no longer in this world.

The prince has never been here before, and usually goes directly to Daming Palace to find him, so he is not very familiar with this place.

He stroked the desk lightly, and it seemed that the man's breath still remained on it.When he closed his eyes, he could see the man sitting quietly in front of the table, holding a pen in his right hand, and drawing his appearance on the rice paper.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of loneliness.

After looking around for a week, he stepped forward and looked at the ancient books on the east side.

With a glance, he landed on an ancient book with three large characters on it: Chronicles of Different Worlds.

He reached out and took it out, and something fell from the middle. He bent down to pick it up, it was a letter.

Could it be that this is what he wanted to show him?

He flipped through the ancient books and saw that there were still a few of them, so he simply took out all of them, put the ancient books back to their original place, and sat at the desk to read them.

"From the beginning of all things, the rules can be followed, and the birth and death of yin and yang. Those with skills handed down from generation to generation can transform bones into life, inject flesh and blood, restore their former bodies, restore their spirits, control their knowledge, and the world will be terrified..."

"The practitioner of this technique is a good one, and should not be recklessly invaded."

"This case cannot be shelved, that person must be wronged..."

After reading half of the letter in his hand, he probably understood it.

That man was a magician. On the night of the stone-throwing incident, he must have somehow startled the person walking across from him, and then fell down from the well. The magician must have thought that he had killed himself. The man was scared and ran away, but when the eldest son of the Zhang family came over, he saw the man crawling out of the well. He was startled, and thought it was a water ghost, so he stoned him to death!

In this way, everything can be explained!

Why did the eldest son of the Zhang family keep crying out for injustice in prison!Why did that person smash people to death for no reason!It turned out that there was another person who appeared before, and he never thought of this!

He finally understood the meaning of repaying gratitude.

The magician did not kill anyone, but when that person died the next day, everyone must have thought that he was the one who killed him, and his emperor has always wanted to restore the truth!

No wonder the case will be overturned three years later, no wonder he is so caring, it turns out he must repay his favor before he dies.

Back then, those two magicians saved the two of them. Fuyi almost forgot about it, but he always remembered it!

He knew that his emperor was a person who valued feelings extremely, but he didn't expect it to be so!

There was a faint smile on the prince's mouth, that was his emperor, his favorite emperor.

In this way, everything that follows can be explained.

He flipped through the rest of the letters, and all the letters were written: Yu Fuyi.

His heart trembled, but he didn't expect that he would write a letter to himself.

He opened it carefully, as if he was holding some rare treasure in his hand.

"Fuyi, if you are reading this letter, it means that I have already gone. The reason why I want to write to you is because I know you don't want me.

"I have bound you too much. After I die, let you go. Do what you want. I often think, if you don't marry a wife, will you feel lonely? I think you belong to I am alone, but after I die, you don’t belong to me anymore, go and marry a wife, marry a woman who can spend the rest of your life with you, a woman who can love you no less than I love you, so I can rest assured .

"After I die, the entire girder will be handed over to Xuan Er, but I have a wish, I hope you can help me, the letter behind, I hope you can help me send to the Western Regions, I know you will definitely help me mine, right?

"I have asked some famous doctors about Yuan Qi's disease, but there is no solution. When I sent troops to the Western Regions last time, I told General Li to take someone to find that medicine by the way. They found some, and I got it. After that, it has been kept in a box in the closet beside the bed in the bedroom, so you can take it.

"For so many years, you have been pampering me, so let me pamper you this time. I have discussed with the governor of Ningzhou quietly before, and asked someone to build a villa for you near the Ningzhou mansion. If you If you want to go, you can move there. I originally thought that we would live there after passing the throne to Xuan'er, but my health has been very bad, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that time.

"Even if I leave, I think, with your temperament, you should send me to the mausoleum with a smile. You have always been so chic, and you don't seem to care about anything, and you can always smile so happily. After I die, you should at least cry. I have never seen you cry before. Just let me know that you are different from me. Just think about me from time to time. Forget about me.

"I think you must not have discovered that the jade pendant I gave you a long time ago was actually engraved with your and my name, because I heard people say that engraving the names together can last forever." Together, after so many years, you haven't told me about it, so I'm afraid you lost the jade pendant.

"Do you think people will be enlightened when they are dying? I always wanted to lock you by my side before, but now, I want you to stay away from me so that I can forget about me. When I die, I am still I want to see how sad you will be, but I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, so let’s forget it. Fortunately, I was the one who died first, otherwise when you die, I may have to die or live. People like me , just let go without you.

"You don't want to read so much, do you? It's a pity that you seldom write letters to me. I don't have your letters here, but I have drawn a lot of portraits of you. In the bedroom, if you marry a wife, you will put Let them ruin it. Even if I die, I still don’t have the courage to make our relationship public.”

It was a long letter, which he read back and forth several times.

With tears streaming down his face, he folded the letter with trembling hands, and then hid it in his sleeve.

How did he write these words?

Anticipating your own death, and then coming here, write down what you want to say to yourself?

With all this time, why not go directly to him?Are you still arguing with yourself during the last period?

that fool...

There is so much love hidden in his heart that he can't tell at all.

But why isn't he?

Wouldn't it be absurd to ask myself to marry a wife?I defended myself for him so far, but he asked him to marry a wife?

He smiled and stood up tremblingly.

Is it too cruel for me to tell myself these words after he died?

His knuckles were a little white, and it was a little difficult to hold on to the table next to him at this moment.He finally understood why he said sorry to himself.

Because he kept this matter from himself, and because he wanted to repay his kindness, wasn't it that person that he was thinking about before he died?

"Lu'er..."

No matter how chic and indifferent he is, how could he be able to smile at this moment?

He looked out the window, his eyes were blurred, he was muttering, and his clothes were wet with tears.