burning beans

"Stupid child," Cao Pi gently covered Cao Zhi's body, and Cao Pi's eyes were full of smiles, "Who said you are old? I think Zhi'er will never grow old."

The corner of his mouth couldn't hide the smile, but he said: "Zihuan, you are talking nonsense again, how can anyone not grow old?"

Holding Cao Zhi's hand on his heart, Cao Pi said seriously: "Here, you will never grow old."

She lost her mind for a moment, and when she realized it, her lips were already held in a somewhat rough way, a little painful, but more sweet.Perhaps, this is what it's like to love someone... Cao Zhi stretched out his arms and hugged the person on his body who made him happy and made him suffer.At the moment when he rushed to the peak, he seemed to hear Cao Pi whispering in his ear: "This is what Cao Zihuan should do."

The winter days are long and the nights are long, but there are also moments of light.The morning sun was a little pale, casting a light shadow in the room through the window lattice.The wooden comb moved in the hair, but suddenly stopped. Cao Pi raised his head, saw Cao Zhi's dazed expression in the mirror, and turned his head worriedly: "What's wrong?"

The wooden comb was gently put down, Cao Zhi didn't answer, but with a slight force in his hand, he gently pulled out a strand of hair. In the clump of blackness, this trace of gray and white was so dazzling.Seeing the white hair in Cao Zhi's hands, Cao Pi was taken aback for a moment, but then smiled relievedly: "It seems that I am getting old."

Still silent, Cao Zhi turned slightly in front of Cao Pi, cupped his face with both hands, and looked at him carefully.At this time, he realized that there were a few wrinkles on the side of the eyes that always looked at him tenderly and dotingly.

Feeling pain in his heart, Cao Zhi leaned over and kissed the corner of Cao Pi's eyes very tenderly.Cao Pi didn't speak either, but just let him kiss him without moving.Not long after, Cao Zhi raised his head, met his eyes, and said softly, "Zi Huan, don't be too tired."

Cao Pi smiled, and caressed Cao Zhi's face. The years had settled in those clear eyes, but did not leave any traces on his appearance.Feeling a little jealous in my heart, I feel that this may be God's compensation for Zhi'er.Feeling the delicate and elastic touch from his fingertips, Cao Pi suddenly said: "After a hundred years, I will pass the throne to Zhier, okay?"

Cao Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Zihuan, you are messing around!"

"I'm not fooling around." Cao Pi's tone was calm, "Rui'er will never have a son in this life, and it will be a matter of time to choose an heir from among the princes and heirs."

"How come you don't have a son... Could it be that you treat him..." His eyes widened, Cao Zhi couldn't help covering his mouth.

"The seed of the Yuan family, if I tolerate him, does not mean that I can allow him to bloom." Cao Pi's eyes flashed fiercely, "Besides, I think my father should have known his life experience back then, so he died before he died. I will be so anxious to call Ziwen back."

Before Cao Zhi could figure out how to answer, Cao Pi's eyes had returned to his usual tenderness: "Zhi'er, all of this should belong to you. I owe you what I owe you, so I will return it to your son."

Cao Zhi was a little dazed: "Could it be that you have been..." Seeing Cao Pi's acquiescence, Cao Zhi shook his head: "Rui'er is not at fault, are you trying to cover up?" Seeing that Cao Pi seemed to want to say something, Cao Zhi shook his head, Fingers with sharp knuckles stuck to Cao Pi's lips: "I only hope that Zhi'er can live a smooth life, that seat...is not suitable for him."

Holding Cao Zhi's hand, the two fingers intertwined naturally, Cao Pi said slowly: "You don't want to cause chaos because of this, do you?"

Cao Zhi was silent, but his eyelids drooped. Cao Pi raised his hand and caressed his temple hair, and said, "Forget it, since you don't want to, I will naturally follow you."

The foreheads are pressed against each other, and there is a familiar breath in every breath, which feels inexplicably at ease.Zihuan, between you and me, who owes whom?

In that year, Cao Zhi increased the town by five hundred households.

In the seventh year of Huang Chu, in the first month, outside the south gate of Xuchang, a team marched without haste, obviously well-trained guards and horses, and there was no extra sound along the way.In the middle of the line, the green dragon canopy is higher than everyone's heads, showing the noble status of the people in the car.Suddenly, a black spot appeared in front of the road, and it quickly galloped towards the team.A man who looked like a leader suddenly looked terrified, and when he raised his hand, the whole team stopped in an instant, and everyone focused on the black spot that was getting bigger and bigger.After a while, the black dot gradually showed its outline, and it turned out that there was one person riding one horse.After seeing who was coming, the commander relaxed, rode his horse to the front of the team, and asked, "What happened?"

"Report to the general, the south gate of Xuchang suddenly collapsed this morning, and it is currently impassable. Please ask your majesty whether to detour?"

The commander frowned, and quickly turned back to the side of the carriage, respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the south gate of Xuchang is broken and impassable, do you want to detour and enter through other gates?"

The person in the car was Cao Pi, but he frowned and asked, "Why did it suddenly collapse?"

"It is currently under investigation and the cause is not yet known."

"The general's life should be eighty, and there will be a small calamity when he reaches forty. I hope to protect it." The words of Zhu Jianping, a fortune teller many years ago, suddenly came to mind. Is it a warning from heaven?Unable to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Cao Pi couldn't help grasping the slightly old and naive willow picture spread on the paper beside him: "Go back to Luoyang immediately!"

In May, Yongqiu, the sky was covered with dark clouds, but there was no sunshine at all.Cao Zhi straightened his clothes and prepared to go to Guanzhong to pray for Cao Pi as usual.After entering May, news of the emperor's serious illness suddenly spread in the capital. Cao Zhi was anxious, but he was not allowed to leave the fief without an edict. The only thing he could do was to pray for Cao Pi day and night.Seeing that there will be a storm, in such weather, none of the servants wants to go out, but the prince is going to pray for the emperor, even if he is unwilling in his heart, who would dare to speak out to stop it?Maybe when the emperor recovers from his illness, knowing that the prince has sincerely prayed for him regardless of the weather, how about giving him some rewards as soon as he is happy?And according to the prince's personality, he must be able to get a lot, right?Thinking about it this way, it seems worthwhile to brave the wind and rain.

The simple carriage stopped at the door, thinking of the bad weather, Cao Zhi didn't take any more people with him.The horse seemed a little uneasy, and kept pawing the ground with its hooves.The coachman stood aside and tried to comfort him, but it didn't seem to have any effect.Seeing Cao Zhi approaching, a hint of shame and anxiety appeared on his honest and honest face. He raised his hand and was about to give the horse a whip, but was stopped by Cao Zhi.The thin figure walked up to the horse, stroked the mane with his white hand, and said in a clear voice: "A person who is very important to me is sick, and I am going to pray for him. Take me there, okay?" ?”

Surprised by Cao Zhi's slightly questioning tone, the coachman was stunned for a while, and the horse seemed to be taken aback, and stopped digging immediately, and looked up and down at Cao Zhi with a pair of bright black eyes with doubts.

Cao Zhi was not annoyed, and looked at the horse quietly.Suddenly, the horse's front hooves flew into the air, and it rose up with human power, looking up to the sky and neighing mournfully.Cao Zhi was taken aback, and took a step back unconsciously.At the same time, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the sky, Cao Zhi raised his head, and heard a loud bang, and the horse's wailing was instantly drowned out.

After the thunder, the horse also calmed down, but a pair of black jade-like pupils still looked at Cao Zhi steadfastly.Cao Zhi's heart trembled suddenly, that look, unexpectedly resembled... Zihuan?

"My lord..." The coachman's cautious voice came from beside him, "You dropped something..."

Cao Zhi turned his head, and his eyes widened when he saw what was in the driver's hand—the plain jade ring, with the lustrous luster of long-term caress, but it has been broken into two pieces now.I thought it was because it fell to the ground during the thunder just now, so I didn't hear the sound.However, this is not important anymore, he took the broken jade with a trembling hand, and the great sadness spread from his fingertips to his whole body in an instant, Cao Zhi suddenly clenched the jade ring tightly and pressed it to his chest, the severe pain like bone picking and heart gnawing made him feel helpless Not bent over.The broken part of the jade ring was embedded in the flesh of the palm, and blood trickled out from between the fingers, but Cao Zhi didn't notice it, and startled the driver beside him: "My lord, you, you are bleeding..."

bleed?Cao Zhi seemed a little dazed, his eyes gradually focused on his hands, only then did he see that the bright red liquid had almost filled his hands.At this moment, Fang felt a stabbing pain in his palm.However, how can the pain of the flesh outweigh the pain of the heart?

"Boom", there was another thunder, and immediately after that, big raindrops poured down, quickly drenching both of them thoroughly.Cao Zhi raised his head and looked at the horse through the heavy rain, but saw that it was standing quietly with its head down, no different from ordinary horses.Maybe I misread it... Cao Zhi couldn't help but think so self-deprecatingly.

"My lord..." The coachman's cautious voice brought back Cao Zhi's thoughts, and at the same time put a coat on Cao Zhi's head, "Your injury..."

Cao Zhi turned his head to look at the coachman, tried his best to smile, tore off a piece of his clothes and wrapped them around his hands a few times, and said, "It's just a flesh wound, it's nothing to worry about, just go back and get some medicine. Hurry up and lead the horse." Let's go back, I don't need to go out today." After saying that, he walked into the rain without looking back.Another thunderstorm fell, and the rain seemed to be a little thicker.The coachman raised his eyes, but it was difficult to see Cao Zhi's figure.

At the same time, in Luoyang, the palace was full of mourning.On Dingsi day, Cao Pi died in Jiafu hall at the age of forty.On the day before his death, Cao Pi ordered Cao Rui to be the crown prince, and summoned Cao Zhen, the general of the Chinese army, Chen Qun, the general of Zhendong, Cao Xiu, the general of Zhengdong, and Sima Yi, the general of Fujun, to assist the prince.

After Cao Pi's collapse, Cao Rui ascended the throne, continued to use the title of Huang Chunian, respected Bian as the Empress Dowager, and pursued Zhen as Empress Wen Zhao.

In June Wuyin, Cao Pi entered Yangling, the head of Tibet, and was posthumously called "Emperor Wen".According to his last wish, his tomb is built around the mountain, and there are no seals, no trees, and no cemetery, Shinto, etc.