Fragrant bones leave the soul

It hurts so much.Zhu Wengui knelt on the ground and smelled his own flesh again.It's just that this time the meat was raw, and he no longer had the urge to eat it.

As you get older, even the desire for this aspect will diminish.

"An old thing that doesn't know how to live or die, why do you want to be an emperor when you're hairless?" The guard guard seemed tired, yawned, and slid down the wall in a daze after a while.Zhu Wengui looked at him indifferently, not surprised at all, but really jealous of him: I have never lived such a comfortable and yawning day, even in the shadow of not seeing the sun-life is so unfair .

Then there was a heavy and muffled crashing sound coming from the corridor, like summer's sticky thunder.

The sneer was about to affect the wounds all over his body, but Zhu Wengui still smiled: How could the emperor be so fat?He was almost too fat to walk, and every time he stepped down the steps, he had to support the eunuch to pant for a long time, and his body was full of the strong smell of incense pills.But it's okay, I'm not much better, or worse-see who can be disgusted by whom?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wengui rubbed his tongue over a small lice crawling on his body, and spit it out on the chair where the emperor often sat.

The emperor saw it, but turned a blind eye.He moved over slowly, still panting, and sat down in front of him, "Uncle Huang, long time no see."

He spoke sincerely, with a gentle and fair complexion, like a Buddha.

False compassion.

Zhu Wengui sneered, and viciously killed the other louse in his mouth, smelling a sour stench.

"Uncle Huang was not like this before." The emperor was indeed the emperor. He did not even move his brows, and looked at Zhu Wengui without blinking. You were dragged to Zongzheng Temple, to Heavenly Prison, and even to Dongchang. I didn’t even listen to it—do you want to know why?”

Zhu Wengui didn't know, but was curious.

The emperor raised his eyes and stared at the spider web in the Zen room, as if recalling, "You saved me before, so I want to save you this time."

Do you have to joke and humiliate me like this?Zhu Wengui found it interesting, but also a little confused. He didn't remember any intersections with him, let alone "helping lives".

"Uncle Huang naturally doesn't remember." The emperor lowered his head, fumbled for the beads in his hand, and fell into memory:

"Daddy favored the King of Han since he was a child, but looked down on me. How terrified I am... My mother is also the mother of the King of Han, but my father is only the father of the King of Han. I am not good at riding and hunting, but the King of Han is a young talent. I have lost my father. I often think, why is God playing tricks on me like this? Why should I grow up in the emperor's family, but I can't have the same affluence and happiness?"

You see, these gentlemen are so easy to worry about.Zhu Wengui gritted his teeth and thought: When I was his age, I thought about how to make the whip fall on my body less painful, how to get more leftovers from the guards...

"Later I met the emperor's uncle in the other tower." The emperor said calmly, "the emperor's uncle was not the same at that time as he is now. He was still struggling, but it was different. You said to me through the prison window: 'Wen Gui is in this situation Even if you feel that there is happiness in the world, why should the prince feel sorry for himself?'”

"Father hated me...and killed the master who gave me food. I ran away to cry secretly, and the emperor drew me a sparrow on the wall. At that time, there was no light in the tower, but the emperor always looked at ease ...I then felt that Uncle Huang should be a good person."

Long-term memories flooded in, and Zhu Wengui vaguely remembered a few fragments, but it really seemed like a lifetime away.

The emperor should have known long ago that the Merry Afterimage on the other tower had long since died.It was this unfair world that killed him.

Why was I so naive, stupid, and self-deceiving at that time?Why didn't I—kill him at that time? !

Crazy unwillingness and pain filled the corners of Zhu Wengui's eyes, and he wanted to kill someone.

"The emperor thought again, why did I put the emperor in Shaolin Temple?" The emperor saw it, but his tone did not change. He said slowly, as if telling a familiar story, "This is not the place that the emperor liked. He won't feel dirty when you are imprisoned here, this is the first; second... to save all living beings, to seek the holy way, to save the world's people is what I want for the king, and I hope the emperor can realize it... The emperor's uncle is also a man of the world."

All living beings are happy, to prove the king.

"Fake benevolence and hypocrisy!" Zhu Wengui finally became furious. He fell forward crazily, and the rattling iron chains rubbed horrible marks on the ground. "I am tolerant and generous to such a traitor, I am the king of benevolence and filial piety that has never been seen in ancient times" - you want the whole world to praise you like this! Hypocrisy, my enemy's blood has not been drained for a moment, I'm about to be devoured by you, benevolence and righteousness, you are stepping on blood and talking about benevolence and righteousness to me!"

"Zhu Di's descendants are not qualified to talk about benevolence and righteousness to me!" Zhu Wengui's hoarse roar came to mind, "Get out!——"

"It's okay. Let's talk about it when Uncle Huang has figured it out."

The door was closed deeply again, black blood scum came out from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Wengui's eyes were full of illusions, and he finally realized that his life was not long.

"Father..."

"Uncle Royal."

"The child is willing to die for his adoptive father."

"Aweng died for Wengui's father."

"Uncle Huang thinks that he is still something now?"

"Father, don't give anything to Awen anymore, he likes white sugar cakes."

"Cheng'er, take your little friend to the West Wing. You can't come back so late tomorrow."

Thousands of voices roared in his mind, and finally exploded into flat ground and muffled thunder.

It was raining heavily outside the deep wall, and his adopted son would appear here a moment later, knelt down and said to him: Today, my son does not want to accept his fate, my son... wants to live.

Betray him, betray him, they will all betray him!

Damn them all!

Zhu Wengui was satisfied when Fang Siming really died.There was finally one thing in this world that satisfied him.

"Siming, you have to know that only the adoptive father is good to you in this world." He crushed the antidote that the adoptive son asked for little by little, and sprinkled it on his body, "here, don't give up after you go to hell." Blame the foster father, the foster father did not lie to you."

He didn't know that there was a small jade pendant and a small heart armor hidden in the heart of the adopted son.He used the most dangerous poison, and the meridians all over his body were shattered, but the last sword light was condensed on his fingertips—after all, he was the adopted son of the Wansheng Pavilion, and he was never afraid of fish death and net breaking, and survival in danger.

I wish to enter the boundless hell with my own body.

I don't know who will go to hell and who will escape from Shaolin that night.