Shen Gong Ji

Huang Xiuyuan died in early spring. It is said that he was in good spirits. The little emperor visited him the day before and made an appointment with him to see the newly bloomed apricot blossoms the next day.Unexpectedly, when the palace attendant went to wake him up the next morning, he found that he had died.

One of the nine guests is gone, which is a big deal.All palace people lower than him must wear mourning for him.So the snow hadn't completely melted, and everyone put on white plain clothes to fade away the bustling colors.The little emperor bestowed a posthumous title and asked for a generous burial according to the etiquette of Zhaoyuan.Both the Department of Internal Affairs and the Department of External Affairs were extremely busy. They had to prepare for his death, and the other departments were not idle either, busy completing the tasks assigned by the Department of Internal Affairs.

I also plan to draw a portrait of him to be buried with him.I didn't see Huang Xiuyuan very often, so I had no choice but to ask the little emperor to let me move the painting tools to the mourning hall, and paint while paying tribute to his remains.Seeing that I had such intentions, the little emperor agreed.

He looked like he had been dead for two or three days, but his face had lost the color that a living person should have.His face is undoubtedly outstanding, but it is covered with a layer of gray lifelessness, which makes people feel cold.

When coming into contact with a dead body, there will always be a kind of soul-stirring fear from the bottom of my heart.Perhaps it is the fear of death in human nature?Lying so alone and cold in a coffin of golden nanmu, wearing the most luxurious shroud, and then buried deep in the ground, rotting alone in the dust.All the past, all the pride and glory, love and hatred, all disappeared.The so-called eternal life is just a joke in the face of life and death.

I heard that the construction of his mausoleum has already started, and a geomantic treasure land was chosen.It's really hard for me to understand the feeling of seeing my own tomb while I'm alive... Besides, no matter how gorgeous the tomb is, it won't be turned upside down by tomb robbers in the end... If you meet another little girl in the tomb robber's notes Brother like that, even if he becomes a zongzi, he will be chopped to pieces...

I thought, let's paint him more sunny.I drew a picture of him sitting beside the apricot flower and smiling.I found that I am getting better at drawing handsome guys. How suitable would this painting be for the cover of some classical novel?

The little emperor looked very satisfied after seeing it. He stood in front of the painting for a long time, and there was a rare hint of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

"I don't treat him well." After a while, he suddenly said so.

So he will blame himself?I looked at his side face soaked in the sunset, and my heart softened a little.

I patted him on the shoulder and said in the usual tone that I haven't used for a long time, "Don't be sad, didn't he go very peacefully?"

He gently held my hand on his shoulder, his eyes lowered.The streamer floating on the eyelashes is like unshed tears.

He sighed, and said quietly, "Look, everyone in the palace is wearing mourning for him, but how many people are happy and staring at his seat?"

Hearing this made me a little guilty.Because I'm the one staring at his seat...

I adjusted my stiff face and said, "Isn't His Majesty still feeling sorry for him?"

"Life in the palace is actually the least valuable." He turned to look at me, "Do you understand? Including my life."

For a moment, I seemed to see the undercurrent leaking from the depths of his obsidian eyes, surging, surging, and sad.Boundless, like a black sea in a storm, it is suffocating.I don't know what kind of things he has experienced to have such a gaze.

But this expression was only for a moment, and it changed and disappeared in his usual gentleness with a little playfulness.He caressed my cheek and whispered, "Promise me, don't leave me."

Don't leave him?

But, does he really need me?

I was puzzled by his tenderness and nodded lightly.

Before Huang Xiuyuan's funeral, there will be a seven-day and seven-night banquet in the palace.Whether you are young master, madam, host or guest, or son, you can choose a day to go to mourn.Seven days later, the coffin will be picked up by Huang Xiuyuan's father, Hubu Shangshu Huang Muyun, and it may stay at home for a few days before it will be transported to the mausoleum for burial.

I went to pay my condolences on about the third day, placed the painting next to his coffin, and bowed three times to his coffin.The palace attendant next to him was crying for the funeral, but it was so loud that I couldn't believe it.

When I came out of Huang Xiuyuan's palace, I was about to go back home, but a little palace attendant ran up to me to salute, "I have met a talented person, and my lord welcomes you."

I was taken aback, your son?where is it?

The little palace attendant asked me to follow him up a small hill along a stone staircase lingering with strange rocks.There is a warm pavilion in the shade of the forest. The peach blossoms in the front are budding, dotted on the branches, some of which are half-opened, and the sweet fragrance is light.

When he entered the door, he saw the noble young master leaning against the window with a glass of wine in his hand, lost in thought, his fine clothes painted with ink and gold lay beside him, and his long hair was loosely draped behind him, giving him a somewhat lazy look.

I knelt down and saluted, "Jun Tian has met your young master."

He turned his face halfway to look at me and smiled, slightly raised his jaw, "Sit."

I walked to the round table in the warm cabinet and sat down.Green smoke is rising from the incense cage on the table, some pastries, a white jade jug, and a white jade cup.

"You all step back." He slightly raised his sleeves, and the palace servants came out in a single file.

He looked at me, "Have you seen Xiang Li?"

"I have. He is a very simple person."

"Simple..." He seemed to be sighing like he was raving, and looked at the corner of the window, "Simple is a very good thing."

I sneered, "How can it be a good thing, trusting others so easily, I don't know how to die."

"You are wrong, simplicity can also be used as a weapon." He reached out, picked a half-bloomed peach blossom from the peach tree outside the window, and threw it into his wine glass, "If a simple person does something, The most cruel."

Well...it doesn't matter whether he is pure or not, as long as he finds a way to grab the seat of Xiu Yuan...

"Does he trust you?" Your son asked.

I said, "I've visited him a few times. He's already been nice to me."

"You have to make sure he believes you. Remember how Guan Shangyi treated you? You should learn from him in this regard."

I was taken aback, how did he know that Guan Shangyi cheated on me before?

He saw my doubts and smiled softly, "I am not blind. I can also see some clues to what happened at the Hongtu Banquet. I will find out after a little research. If it weren't for the Hongtu Banquet, I would The Lord will not notice you."

What?He already noticed me at the grand banquet?I thought it was because of asking about Feng...

"Sometimes if you want to achieve a goal, you have to take some detours and go around in circles. I came to you today just to remind you. Whoever is promoted and who is demoted in this harem will have to obey His Majesty's order in the end. So if you want to get the seat of cultivating fate, there are three paths you can take."

I quickly said, "I would like to hear more about it."

"One, is to find a way to make His Majesty put his mind back on you. You have also been spoiled for a while, think about how to get back what you lost. It will not be easy unless you really understand what His Majesty wants .”

Well, I have never been able to understand the little emperor, his preferences, and which side of him is true and which is false.This is indeed a bit difficult.

"The second is to make Xiang Li fall out of favor. His Majesty has always been very short interested in people, but he was long for you before. Now His Majesty likes him, but he just likes his simplicity. You try to make His Majesty tired of him. The seat is naturally still yours."

I listened carefully, thinking about it in my heart, and nodded thoughtfully.

He paused, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and walked to me, and suddenly bent down.There was a rose-like aroma on his body, probably the smell of rose dew on clothes that I had heard before?

"The third thing is that His Majesty has to abolish him." He whispered in my ear, but every word was like thunder.

have to? "No one can force His Majesty..." I was halfway through, and suddenly understood what he meant.

As long as he has the help of Huang Yafu, even if the little emperor is unwilling, he can only obey the arrangement.In other words, I have to make Huang Yafu hate Xiang Li.

But this method... nine times out of ten it will kill people... Xiang Li and I have no grievances, and even trust me, do I really want to do this?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but fight a cold war.

He continued to whisper, "Actually, the third method is the most effective. I know Huang Yafu best, and I can help you."

The deep voice that seemed to be able to confuse people made me shake for a moment.But then I suddenly woke up in my mind.

If it was as simple as he said, it would be fine for him to just say no to Huang Yafu, why should I get rid of Xiang Li?

I can't trust him too much...

So I moved back without any trace, and replied, "Please allow Rong Juntian to consider this matter."

He straightened up, smiling unabated, "Juntian, you're not cruel enough."

"He's innocent after all."

"No one is innocent in this world. If he becomes a cultivator in the future, he will still come to harm you." Ouyang Qi's smile became a little cold, "Since he has entered, no one can be alone."

Maybe what he said is right, but... After thinking for a while, I decided to ask him a question that I always wanted to know, "Why do you help me like this?"

He glanced at me, his eyes were as bright as snow, "Because I like you very much."

I froze for a moment, terrified.

He laughed, as if he saw something funny, "Don't get me wrong, it's not that kind of liking. I just think that if there is someone in this palace who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, he may sit in the seat of Mr. Xian , it's probably you."