Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Chu Yuheng seemed to have had an extremely long dream.

In the dream, Rong Mu saw him for the last time before leaving for Jiangnan. Rong Mu was wearing his favorite white robe by the banks of the Green Willow River.

Don't laugh,? There is a lot of good spring in Liuli's eyes.

But before he embraced Rong Mu, Rong Mu's white clothes began to burn red fireworks from the bottom hem, and kept going upward until reaching the thigh bone.

But Rong Mu still had a smile on his face, with his usual warm appearance.

He jumped forward in horror, but found that the flame hadn't dissipated at all, and instead burned even more fiercely, completely devouring the smiling man in white in an instant.

"Ah Mu!"

Chu Yuheng opened his eyes suddenly, the dull pain in his chest made him gasp.

"Brother Huang, you finally woke up, you scared me to death!"

A soft female voice sounded beside the ear, Chu Yuheng looked at Chu Yumi, as if wanting to determine where he was now.

But after careful analysis, Chu Yuheng discovered that he was already in his bedroom.

The night outside the Xuan window is dark, but the candles in the palace are bright, the stove is still lit, and the incense is also lingering in circles.

Just like his countless ordinary days,? Quiet and solemn.

Yes, normal days...

So Rong Mu is fine.

Chu Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Chu Yumi turn around and go out, bringing along an imperial doctor in official robes.

"Brother Huang, since you are awake, please loosen your hands, Brother Huang, the injury on your palm needs to be dealt with quickly." Chu Yumi hurriedly urged.

hand?

Chu Yuheng was at a loss, he didn't hold anything in his hand.

Chu Yuheng sat up, his limbs and bones seemed to be pressed by stones, but there was no other feeling except heaviness.

When he saw the withered red blood on his right hand, Chu Yuheng's expression was no longer dull.

The jade piece, which was originally excellent in water, had lost some of its luster after being under the fire for several hours. Now it was tightly held by his right hand, and it was even stained with bright red blood from the man's palm.

The jade pendant lost its luster, became withered and yellow, and even had many broken lines.

But this is the jade pendant he returned to Rong Mu!

Chu Yuheng's breathing became short, as if he was enduring great pain and regret, but he still didn't want to let Mu's undead dream startle him.

It's not true, there is no jade in his hand, and there is no blood, everything is his illusion.

Chu Yumi had no choice but to step forward, frowning as she looked at her royal brother's absent-minded appearance at the moment: "You can't come back to life after death, and I know that the royal brother is also sad, but the country is the most important thing, if Ah Mu is still here, I definitely don't want to see it." That's how the emperor is."

Chu Yuheng's head was swollen, and he only listened to half of Chu Yumi's words.

What kind of person can't be resurrected after death, Rong Mu won't die at all...

Why did Chu Xiaomi say things that he didn't understand? Rong Mu had always doted on this girl, so why Xiao Mi began to curse Rong Mu now.

Chu Yuheng didn't look at Chu Yumi either, but only looked at the "fantasy" jade pendant in his right hand. It seemed that this hand was not his, since so much blood had flowed, and he couldn't feel any pain at all.

So it's all fake.

When the imperial doctor came with a clean handkerchief and warm water, Chu Yuheng gave him a hard look, like a beast whose territory had been violated.

"Your Majesty, the wound on your hand must be treated as soon as possible." The imperial doctor shrank and wanted to approach.

And Chu Yuheng became more and more impatient, why did someone say that he was injured?

He was not injured.

He is not in any pain.

But when he moved the elbow of his right arm, that hand suddenly seemed to lose control, and the jade pendant slipped from his palm.

Chu Yuheng immediately reached out to catch the falling jade pendant, the jade pendant burned his palm like hot coals.

The touch is real...

The scene I saw yesterday was real, so was the jade pendant, and so was the injury on my palm...

So, Rong Mu is really gone?

Chu Yuheng opened his lips, staring at the jade pendant he had just retrieved, his whole body was on the verge of losing control.

After a long time, a hoarse male voice escaped from his thin lips.

"What about Ah Mu?"

As soon as Rong Mu was mentioned, Chu Yumi wanted to cry. Today she found out that Rong Mu was gone, she cried for a whole day, until finally her eyes became dry, red and swollen like the red and swollen eyeballs of the red carp in the fish tank.

Those outsiders and those who served her personally only thought that she was crying like a brother, and she was gone, but they didn't know that Chu Xiaomi was crying that the person she loved died from this world.

When Rong Mu was mentioned again, Chu Yumi's eyes turned red again: "The people in the prime minister's residence are already preparing for the funeral."

"Funeral..." Chu Yuheng murmured with a straight face.

Already silently shedding tears, Chu Yumi found that her imperial brother was extremely indifferent to the news that Ah Mu was about to be buried.

It seemed that his royal brother had the same look from beginning to end, with a face and a pair of eagle eyes that were frighteningly cold.

Chu Yumi chewed and asked in a crying voice: "Brother, why don't you cry? Ah Mu is dead, and you don't cry... Then the one who loved you with all your heart is gone, and you can't cry for him..."

Staring at Chu Yumi, Chu Yuheng's dark eyes were very normal, but the pupils were a little loose.

But if you don't look carefully, he still looks the same as before.

"He's not dead...not dead..."

Seeing that the man in front of him still didn't give up, Chu Yumi immediately lost control and grabbed Chu Yuheng's shoulder and shook it fiercely: "No matter how much you refuse to believe, Brother Huang, Ah Mu died in the sea of ​​fire! And Ah Mu's mansion The official in charge has already said that Ah Mu's body will be buried in the earth in seven days...We will all go to see him off at that time...Brother Huang, why don't you cry for him!"

"Ah Mu is not dead, I am the emperor, how dare he die without my order!"

Still trying to make up a good dream for himself and unwilling to wake up, Chu Yuheng's words were as heavy as if they were going to be carved into his blood.

But no matter how beautiful and fulfilling Chu Yuheng's dream was, the bones of Rong Mu in the Prime Minister's Mansion had to be buried as scheduled.

It is ironic to say that there are not many dignitaries at the funeral of the prime minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people sincerely.

On the day of the burial, Chu Yuheng also came.

The young emperor was dressed in white and his face was as cold as ice.

It turned out that although there were many officials mourning, the sum of their sincerity was not as good as a young eunuch next to the king.

At least Xiao Xuanzi really felt sorry for Rong Mu's death, kneeling on the ground and crying with tears in his eyes.

Xiao Xuanzi personally burned the paper money for Rong Mu, and then Chu Yuheng was silent for a long time before turning around and leaving.

After he left, the guests who came to condolences in the huge prime minister's mansion also left one after another. After all, although Rong Mu was a prime minister, he was alone and alone.

The crowded hall suddenly became empty.

But the emperor, whom all the officials thought had left, appeared in Rong Mu's study.

The study room is some distance away from the room where Rong Mu slept, so it survived from the flames.

Chu Yuheng has never been to Rong Mu's study room before, and now he is starting to regret it. He has rarely been to Rong Mu's prime minister's mansion, and he has never set foot in the study room, so he is sitting on Rong Mu's chair right now. It's hard to imagine how Rong Mu handles official business here...

Chu Yuheng imitated Rong Mu's sitting posture with his back straight, holding the cleaned Langhao pen on the table in his hand, imagining how Rong Mu would sit when he was alone, and how he would open a memorial and annotate carefully.

Chu Yuheng believed that even in the face of complicated memorials, Rong Mu could review them with a smile.

But this is obviously the place where Rong Mu stayed the longest except for the room where he slept, even if Chu Yuheng searched out all the memories in his mind, he couldn't piece together what Rong Mu looked like here.

Thinking of what Butler Zhou said in the past few days when dealing with the funeral, Chu Yuheng's heart felt like a knife was being cut.

If it hadn't been for his sudden impulse to replace the original dark guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion with the Dark Trinity, would Rong Mu have died in the fire due to such an accident.

So it was his fault.

After enduring it for so many days, Chu Yuheng finally couldn't bear to cry.

The chief culprit who killed Rong Mu... was actually him.

Chu Yuheng, who buried his head in Rong Mu's study and wept silently, was extremely exhausted, with sunken eyes. In fact, he couldn't sleep at night these days because he could always see Rong Mu's figure in a trance.

Outsiders don't know, ever since he coughed up blood and fainted that day, he always saw Rong Mu appearing in front of his eyes after waking up.

The imagined Rong Mu is very real and very fragile, but he can't touch it with his fingers.

Because with a light touch from him, Rong Mu would disappear into the sudden flames.

Seeing Rong Mu disappear in the fire several times because of his contact, Chu Yuheng learned to be smart. Seeing the vision of Rong Mu appearing in front of his eyes, he just stood far away.

Control the hands and feet that want to get close, leaving only one pair of eyes to stare at.

As long as this is the case, Rong Mu's phantom will stay by his side to accompany him.

But today he didn't see Rong Mu's phantom all day, even in Rong Mu's study, he couldn't find any more traces of Rong Mu's existence.

After a while, Chu Yuheng returned to his dull appearance, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red. He asked Steward Zhou for Rong Mu's clothes.

Steward Zhou shook his head: "It's all gone. My lord's daily clothes are all in that room, and they were all burned that night."

"Are there no old clothes?"

Butler Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Yes...but only the clothes that adults have long since stopped wearing."

They were still Rong Mu's clothes from a few years ago.

At that time, Rong Mu was not as tall as he is now, a bit small, but with a good figure, he was the most eye-catching existence in the crowd.

Chu Yuheng couldn't remember how Rong Mu wore these clothes back then, but now he was holding those clothes as if he was holding Rong Mu in his arms.

Obviously these clothes have not been worn on Rong Mu's body for a long time, but Chu Yuheng feels that Rong Mu's breath is still there.

Returning to Rong Mu's study room, Chu Yuheng abruptly put the newly acquired clothes on himself. The clothes were too small and stretched tightly on his body, making Chu Yuheng hold his breath, not daring to unbutton them completely. buckle.

Looking at his nondescript self in the mirror, Chu Yuheng finally put on the jade pendant he took out from the sea of ​​fire.

Originally, he wanted to bury this jade pendant with Rong Mu's bones, but in the end Chu Yuheng was determined to keep it.

Rong Muren is gone, this jade should be a thought for him.

He put a red string on this jade again, but the color of the jade could not change back, just like him, he lost his spirit when he lost Rong Mu.

But Chu Yuheng still smiled at the mirror.

A man who was already strong and brave, wearing ill-fitting clothes and a dull jade pendant with a strange smile.

Xiao Xuanzi at the side saw it, Tianling Gai was chilled for a while, and now he was trembling while holding the clothes that the emperor had just changed.

"looks good."

The emperor suddenly asked a question, and Xiao Xuanzi was stunned.

It's not right to speak out for a while, and it's not true to lie.

Chu Yuheng was sincere: "Actually, I don't look good like this, this dress looks good only if he wears it."

It was self-evident who he was referring to, and Xiao Xuanzi didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Just now that this scene fell into Xiao Xuanzi's eyes, it didn't frighten him, because since the news of the prime minister's disappearance came out, His Majesty's state began to be wrong.

His Majesty would talk alone from time to time, and he would stand up and walk to the other side when he was eating, stretching out his hand to touch something, and then looked sad.

This scene fell in the eyes of Xiao Xuanzi, who was serving him personally, and it was extremely strange and shocking.

Chu Yuheng, who had put on Rong Mu's old clothes, quickly returned to his previous expression. He took off Rong Mu's clothes and changed into his own; Chu Yuheng tidied up all these old clothes neatly, and then looked Chu Yuheng was in a daze while holding a plain white hair tie left behind.

He had never seen Rong Mu use this hairband.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Yuheng took off the white jade hair crown on top of his head and used this hairband instead.

The way he tied his hair was a little awkward. The emperor had never done these things himself, and his hair was tied crookedly behind his head.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Chu Yuheng was very dissatisfied.

If Rong Mu was here, Rong Mu would definitely help him pull his hair, because Rong Mu treated him best.

Chu Yuheng thought calmly.

The temperature on the mountain is much colder than that at the foot of the mountain.

Charcoal is burned in the simple house, not the precious gold silk charcoal, it has a pungent smell when it burns, but it makes Rong Mu feel at ease.

With her hair loose, Rong Mu was wearing the rough cloth clothes from the temple and was wrapped in two layers of thick quilts. Although her body was not warm, her heart was warmer than before.

The little monk who came to deliver the soup saw that he hadn't woken up at this time, but at the age of ten, he put on his cheeks and pretended to be mature: "You are so lazy, and if the abbot knows that you will be fined, you will not be given food."

After receiving the soup and medicine from the little monk, Rong Mu stretched out his hand to take it rather wearily, but still expressed his gratitude on his face.

Seeing this man shivering and shrinking under the quilt after drinking the medicine, the little monk raised his black hairy eyebrows, and said: "I see you are quite powerful, I don't know how you got from the foot of the mountain with such a weak body. All the way up."

The Qingquan Temple where the little monk and the others live is on the top of Hongming Mountain, and Hongming Mountain is the highest and most desolate mountain in Haojing.

Pilgrims want to go up the mountain and have to climb up step by step, so the person in front of him is dragging a sick body all the way up from the foot of the mountain.

With such a high distance and such a steep mountain road, even young monks who have always yearned for life down the mountain do not want to walk through this section easily.

Being mocked by the young monk for being weak, Rong Mu refrained from talking too much.

And the little monk has gotten used to this man's few words in the past few days.

The appearance is particularly outstanding and good-looking, but good-looking is good-looking, the only pity is why this person is dumb...

Not knowing that he was misunderstood as a mute, Rong Mu opened his lips and drank the soup in the pottery bowl.

He hasn't come back for more than ten years, it seems that there are many new faces here.

Seeing him finish drinking the soup without closing his eyes, the little monk admired him a little: "You have to take good care of your body. If you stay in the temple with such a handsome face as a monk, maybe there are many ladies from official families who are willing to come to our temple." Fragrant."

Rong Mu shook his head upon hearing this.

If an official girl recognized him when offering incense, she would probably be frightened into a madman.

The prime minister who died tragically in the sea of ​​flames came back to life, and anyone who heard it would find it shocking.

Rong Mu, who didn't want to scare people, took the medicine and wrapped himself up in the quilt again. The little monk took the bowl from Rong Mu and poured him a cup of hot water to rinse his mouth with some familiarity. Still staring at Rong Mu.

This man has an amazing appearance, and he will rinse his mouth with water after drinking the medicine. When he takes a sip of water, he also has a unique little movement, that is, he will squint his eyes and slightly bend the corners of his lips, as if the tea he just used to clear his mouth can taste like a cup of tea. Sugar usually comes back sweet.

The movements are subtle, yet seductive.

The little monk is a little glad that he is still a monk...

There are very few people who come and go to Qingquan Temple, some people who have been here have become regular customers of Qingquan Temple, and it is the first time for the young monk to see such an overly handsome person like a young man.

He still remembered that when it was his turn to be on duty seven days ago, this man appeared at the gate of the temple in a rather embarrassing manner, like a ghost in the mountains.

The middle of the night is deep, and the dew is deeper.

He opened the door with sleepiness, the man's white clothes were soaked by the late night frost.

Seeing him coming, the man still had a smile on his face, leaning against the Buddhist gate as if returning home.

The author has something to say: the saved manuscript is gone, and I am still the original 2k word daily Gu Gu Jing... I understand.jpg

Let me think about how to get the slag back...