I'm still so majestic

In the eighth year of Daqi Tianhe, on the thirteenth day of the winter month, the wind and snow did not stop.

There was several feet of snow on the ground, and the palace city was silent. The wind and snow swept the plum blossoms and skipped the palace lanterns under the eaves, quietly disappearing into the night, and was quickly covered by thin snow.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, but outside the emperor's bedroom, there is a hustle and bustle.The lights were brightly lit everywhere, the palace people came in and out in a hurry, and the officials stood under the steps, turning their heads and whispering from time to time.

"Your Majesty has been seriously ill and has not been in court for several months. I don't know what's going on with your body."

"That's right, and today His Majesty suddenly summoned all the ministers here, I am really uneasy."

"I'm afraid it's not good. Not long ago, I heard that His Majesty vomited blood several times, and at the worst time, he fell into a coma for half a month... I don't know if it is true or not."

"I've heard about this too. Forget it, don't talk about it. I hope His Majesty can recover soon..."

"..."

Taking all their words into his ears, Shao He felt bitter, and stopped outside the inner hall door for a long time before opening the door and walking in.

The outer hall was brightly lit, but the inner hall was only lit with an oil lamp.

In the gloom, Shao He raised his eyes and saw the emperor leaning on the couch, looking down at a plum blossom petal in his palm, his eyes were very pale.

Shao He walked forward with the medicine bowl in hand: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

The emperor turned his face, his face was slightly pale, and his brows were slightly frowned when his eyes touched the medicine bowl in Shao He's hand, but he still didn't say anything, reached out to take the medicine bowl, and drank it down in one gulp.

The bitter taste quickly spread between the lips and teeth, Yan Ji put down the medicine bowl, suddenly felt an itchy throat, couldn't help covering his lips and coughing.After a while, a blood-red liquid flowed down between the fingers and dripped on the white brocade quilt, which was extremely dazzling.

Shao He's eyes turned red instantly, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty..."

Yan Ji reached out to wipe away the blood on his lips, his face was calm: "Why are you crying? It's just birth, old age, sickness and death, don't cry."

What's more, he has lived enough.

Yanji has been reborn many times.

In the first life, Yan Ji was just an ordinary person who went shopping on the eve of his 24th birthday and never went back.

In the second life, he was dressed as the Daqi prince, and after ascending the throne, he didn't know how to be an emperor. He was mediocre for eight years. Finally, Chifang in the north broke through the capital at the time of the year. Reborn back to the time when he first ascended the throne.

In the third life, the ups and downs of the court, I didn't want the uncle Wang who had always been regarded as a friend in the past to have evil intentions and colluded with Chifang. It was too late for Yan Ji to realize it and repeat the same mistakes.

Now is the fourth generation.

In this life, Yan Ji weighed the court, crushed Yan Zhou's back road step by step, and exiled him for eight thousand miles.Then he conquered the eight sides with gold and iron horses, and personally led his troops to break through the capital of the Chifang Kingdom.

Success and fame, glory and glory.

It's time to end.

Yan Ji closed his eyes, leaned gently on the couch, thinking about the years he had spent.

The initial naivety of laughing and cursing wantonly, the struggle and ups and downs in the middle, and now the numbness and fatigue, many lives and many years, and now I think about it carefully, there is no place for nostalgia.

It's good that it's over.

Thinking of this, Yan Ji felt a sense of relief for a moment. Yan Ji opened his eyes, looked down at the blood-stained plum blossoms in his palms, and smiled softly after a long time.

He has a nice smile.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are slightly bent, plum blossom petals are reflected in the pupils, lining the corners of the eyes with vermilion tear moles, the pupils look bright and sparkling.

But such a smile made the bitterness in Shao He's heart a little bit stronger.

He hadn't seen Yanji smile like this for a long time.

Da Qiqing and Di Yanji have always been expressionless in the minds of the ministers since they ascended the throne. He doesn't seem to know how to smile. Happy but sad.

But Shao He remembered that spring many years ago, he walked past Xuanjing Hall, turned his head inadvertently, and saw Yan Ji, who was still the prince at that time, standing on the steps folding flowers, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, with a wanton and bright expression.

Shao He looked at Yan Ji with red eyes.

"The people around me can't cry so much." Yan Ji said indifferently: "Did you send the things I gave you to the Taifu?"

Shao He nodded: "Send it."

"That's good. The Taifu has a stable temperament. I can rest assured that I will leave these things to him." After finishing speaking, Yan Ji raised his eyes to look at Shao He: "From now on, you should be more thoughtful and discuss things with the Taifu. Do you understand?" ?”

These words sounded too much like an explanation of the funeral, Shao He panicked, and suddenly raised his head, but looked at the emperor leaning on the couch with his eyes closed slightly, with a tired expression.

Shao He was silent for a few seconds, and tried to pull out a smile: "I know, Your Majesty, you have a good rest. Tomorrow is your birthday. Fu Xiang and General He have been thinking about it a long time ago. They have sent a lot of letters. I want to come If you can come back in time, Grand Tutor Xie has prepared carefully for a long time."

He lowered his head and said softly, "Your Majesty... so many people are looking forward to your safety, you must be well."

Yan Ji paused with her fingers and hummed lightly.

Shao He stopped talking, reached out to pick up the medicine bowl next to him, bowed deeply, and turned around to leave the inner hall.

At the same time as the palace door was closing, the emperor who was leaning on the couch suddenly leaned over and covered his lips, coughing violently, bright red blood gushed out from between his fingers, dripping down drop by drop, with no tendency to stop at all .

The sticky feeling in the palm of his hand became heavier and heavier. Yan Ji coughed, and gradually felt that the scene in front of him gradually became blurred. He turned his head, and his eyes stayed on the night and the faint lights outside the window for a long time. After a while, he closed his eyes gently.

He saw many pictures.

The first ordinary and simple life.

The red color of the skyline of the capital city and the fire of the Xuanjing Palace when the Second Daqi Kingdom was broken.

The night when the third life mistakenly believed that Yan Zhou was poisoned, Yan Zhou's hypocritical face was hidden under his gentle appearance.

The iron cavalry of the fourth generation broke through the Chifang capital, the back view of Yan Zhou who was exiled for eight thousand miles, the gloom and lingering smell of medicine in Xuanjing Palace, Shao He's tears, and myself who has been expressionless for eight years.

These images flashed through Yan Ji's mind one by one like a fleeting glance, and finally froze at the initial moment.

A young man in a Chinese robe rode his horse through the capital, and when he turned around at the street corner, he had a bright smile and sparkling eyes.

At that time, the spring was just right, the four seasons were peaceful, and the young man had a beautiful appearance.

Yan Ji smiled desolately, his fingers drooping weakly.

But those once.

I will never see you again.

-

In early spring and March, it is warm and cold.

Yan Ji leaned on the couch, his sleeves were slightly pulled up, revealing his white wrists, allowing the old God of Imperial Physician Zheng to feel his pulse.

The sun was shining outside the window, the breeze was blowing gently, and the peach blossoms were shining brightly. Yanji watched quietly, her eyes calm.

Yan Ji didn't expect him to wake up again.

In the past few times of rebirth, Yan Ji thought that it was because of Daqi's subjugation that his end was too miserable, so he was given a chance to come back again.But in the last life, the sea was clear, the sea was clear, and the world was peaceful, so there was no need for rebirth.

Yan Ji lowered his eyes, and was reborn again in the year he ascended the throne. He didn't feel happy, but felt exhausted.

After all these years, he has been through the ups and downs of conspiracy and death again and again, and he is already tired.

When he was silent, Imperial Physician Zheng on the opposite side had already taken the pulse, and withdrew his hand: "Your Majesty has been in a coma for half a month, and now he has just recovered from a serious illness, and the pulse condition is weak, but it is still calm, and more adjustments are needed. You need to pay attention to your diet recently, and the drinks are not spicy or meaty. Zhan, don't think about it too much, I will prescribe a prescription later, take it once before going to bed, and take it for half a month."

Yan Ji hummed, and Shao He winked, picked up the medicine box for Imperial Physician Zheng, bowed and followed him to the outer hall.

The hall fell silent again, Yan Ji leaned on the couch with a tired expression.

Now he just wants to know how to end the rebirth, but if the key to ending the rebirth is not Daqi's Anping, then what is it?

Yan Ji closed her eyes, and recalled the past in detail, from the beginning to the end, life and death, each life took a different path, if you want to say the only thing in common, that is... …

Yan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, time to die!

He suddenly discovered that he actually died on the eve of his 24th birthday in every life!

This is not right.

The first life can be said to be an accident, the second life and the third life are because of his incompetence, but the fourth life is Daqi Sheng Anping. Although he is young and weak, he has always been free from diseases and disasters, but suddenly fell ill in that year. incurable disease.

In this way, if he still can't find a way to end his rebirth, he will continue to be reborn, die, and be reborn again, and start again and again.

Yan Ji's fingers couldn't help trembling.

Died at the best age, when I was struggling again, I felt the pain of death again and again, numb and tired.

This is so hard.

For a while, I was in a state of disarray.

"His Majesty."

In the midst of his confusion, a clear voice suddenly came from his ear. Yan Ji raised his head and saw Shao He standing beside him holding his cloak and looking at him, his dark eyes were full of concern.

The corners of Yan Ji's mouth curled into a very slow arc: "Did you send Imperial Doctor Zheng away?"

Shao He nodded: "Send it away, the prescription prescribed by Imperial Physician Zheng has already been ordered."

As he said that, he took a step forward, tied the cloak in his hand, and said: "Your Majesty, it's a bit cold today, you should wear more, and you must be careful when recovering from a serious illness."

He is still young at this time, and he hasn't seen too much treachery. He has bright eyes and a clean heart. He is completely different from the calm and restrained person a few years later, but his chattering problem has not changed at all.

Yan Ji calmed down inexplicably, tightened the cloak tightly, and hummed.

Seeing that his face was not as pale as before, Shao He soon became happy: "Just now I have ordered the imperial dining room to make some light food, I think His Majesty will like it."

"Ah."

"Also... the prince has been waiting in the imperial study for a long time when he learned that His Majesty woke up, and he said that he missed him very much. Would His Majesty want to see him?"

I miss you very much.

Rather, he wanted to see if he was still as easy to handle after ascension to the throne.

Yan Ji hid the coldness in the depths of his eyes: "Of course I want to see you, but since I've been waiting for so long, I'm not in a hurry, let's pass on the meal first."

Shao He bowed in agreement and left the inner hall.

Yan Ji got up and walked slowly outside, stopped for a while when passing by the bronze mirror by the wall, and saw his own appearance from the smooth mirror, his face was calm and calm, exactly the same as those eight years.

But Yanji suddenly remembered the beautiful self he saw in the haze at the end of the last life.

He stood, silent for a long time, the corners of his lips twitched suddenly, and then he looked at the person in the mirror and smiled, his exquisite peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, against the vermilion color of the tear mole, it was wanton and bright.

Yan Ji stretched out his hand and gently brushed the tear mole at the corner of the boy's eye on the bronze mirror.

He has survived the hardest and most struggling years. Even though the future is unknown now, how can he still live like a walking dead in the next life.

This is what he should look like.

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