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From the past to the present, the luck of the stupid and the fool is always far better than that of the wise and sage.

There are few mistakes in taking the law to consider the emperors of the past dynasties.Dangerous buildings that hinder the sun rise from piles of soil, and those who climb to the top of the dangerous buildings are puppets, clay figurines, or even treacherous men. They can't just be people who try to shake the custom-made subjects—unless they destroy the root system and rebuild the building.

The world cannot be reversed without great ambition.

Yan Bochen has nothing.When I was young, polygala melted into water, stagnant water did not flow, and rotting weeds grew wildly.

The clouds disperse and the rain gathers.

Qi Shuang was so tired that she fell asleep.

Before Yan Bochen sent anyone over, he extinguished the incense himself, and went back to the side of the couch to caress the slightly frowning brows of his foreign pet.Qi Shuang's sleeping position did not match his original name. He was lying on his side with his knees curled up, his arms folded beside his pillow, he was very cautious, and his breathing was not audible.And the volume of this light and shallow voice is just right, it is neither disturbing nor deadly silent, it is suitable for drinking with the past and the past when you are not sleepy.

Yan Bochen went to Xuzhou under the guise of visiting an old friend before reaching the crown.At that time, the dispute between Yan and Di was still prosperous, and the border area was considered peaceful.He first visited Direnma City, and he saw that there was nothing but a good horse, with shiny fur and great spirit, and he realized that "the ears of the bamboo raft are sharp, and the wind enters the four hooves lightly" (1) is not a lie.Looking at other places, I happened to meet Yan Guanya who was seeking profit, bullying the market and dominating the people, with a contemptible face.

Yan Bochen lived in the palace of Yan for twelve years, looking at the poor mountains and remote places is very fresh for young and ignorant people, besides, there is also a kind of astringent pain and consternation.It was discussed inside and outside the palace that the Di people were often called tigers and wolves. He also thought that the Yan people in Sifang hated Beidi deeply, and in Xuzhou, there were many people who were like brothers with Di people and regarded officials as wolves, tigers and leopards everywhere.

It shouldn't be.

He thinks that the Northern Territory is high and the earth is far away, and the culture is hard to change.The journey back to the south quickly smashed such unrealistic assumptions into pieces. Outside the alley of Zhumenxiuhu, there were starvation on the roadside; I thought it was strange.

This heavy shadow has been entrenched in the heart for a long time, increasing day by day, and the accumulation is a shackle.After Yan Bochen came back, he became more reticent, lacking the vigor that a teenager should have, but he was regarded as a dignified person who can take on great responsibilities.Compared with his brothers, he is the one who is the least conspicuous, and also the one who is the most tolerant and able to deceive others.This kind of people has a characteristic, they can't expand their territories, but they shouldn't have a problem with their success, and there won't be any troubles that hurt their muscles and bones.This is how officials saw him, how the first emperor saw him——Yan Bochen didn't see him that way at first, but as time passed, he also lived in that dying appearance according to their expectations.

After Yan Bochen practiced Zuo, he understood that "should not be so" should be interpreted as "should be so".One is that there is ambition but nowhere to do it, and the heavy and old ancestral system is enough to make the disciples reject the Danzhao on this ground; Therefore, the king's character is based on the rules, and it is everywhere; the third is that the military equipment is not repaired, the soldiers are not used, and the law of defense is that the ancestral system cannot be changed, and so on.

It makes no difference who is in that seat.

It took Yan Bochen 12 years to see clearly that the road ahead was bleak, and finally he no longer had any hope.The first emperor had no talent, but he was very accurate in judging people. He had no decisive ability to fight for his life, no way to fool others and deceive himself, and no way to be ashamed of his heart. The cruelty of the word "Yan" can only be used as a solid material.

Having predicted the situation of defeat in advance, he simply became obsessed and evil, and made up for the pleasures that he hadn't enjoyed in the past ten years-it was still very tasteless, the blood was cold, and the heart was empty. Don't know when it will collapse.

"Indecisive..." Yan Bochen murmured subconsciously, pondering the meaning of it, and commented, "It's really good."

The person who uttered the most rebellious and unreasonable words just turned inward. He examined it and felt dissatisfied. He turned the person outward very gently but unreasonably.Then I scratched the hair that was so heavy that I got a surprising rare treasure. Once I tasted it, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Qi Shuang sleeps lightly, Xu Xu raised his eyes and turned back: "Shuang is very sleepy." He clicked to stop, implying that he didn't have the energy to play and fool around with him.

Yan Bochen did not apologize.He patted Qi Shuang's forehead, and did not follow the conversation: "Ye Zhao doesn't seem like a person who is willing to flirt with others and is willing to be a pet." With fiery blood, the flesh is also very warm.He stroked his eyebrows to his heart without desire and stopped: "...why?"

Qi Shuang actually understood the twists and turns in this question in an instant.

"Maybe it's because you have a good skin, and you want it to be used better? Or maybe you want to be famous in unofficial history-even if it's not a name, this life is not too much?" He threw out a few explanations indiscriminately. His own brashness made him laugh, "The king thinks highly of Ye Zhao. He was full of evil in his lifetime, he was unfilial to the son, unfaithful to the people, and unskilled as a actress, so he was enough to be a loyal friend and a debt-free eater." .Anything else... Shuang thinks it's convenient not to mention it."

Yan Bochen is as good as a follower: "Then I won't mention it."

His expression was unclear, Qi Shuang sat up and looked at it for a while and then lay down again, thinking that he should still be unmoved by the world, but was confused by his soothing behavior of patting the head.He was very upset, pulled the brocade quilt to cover his head, and his voice leaked muffledly: "Shuang is just curious... curious about what kind of stupid king is."

He is here to kill people, there is no need to ask, except for the servant who wants the emperor to be a fool, no one wants to kill him.The vice-jun took a step with Lou Xiang, and the Wanqi clan assisted Ye Zhaobing to enter the city, but Qi Shuang didn't take a step. Instead, he pampered the outsider to three points: after the internal wound was healed, he realized the crime of harming the country and the people. , there is no place where you don't hold the cloud and hold the rain with the faint king-or think that you can find joy in the fire house from time to time, so you can enjoy a moment of peace in your dreams.

Faint Lord, Faint Lord...

……faint?

Who is really not fainting...

Qi Shuang felt that it was absurd, but felt sleepy again, so she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Yan Bochen naturally touched the heart of Qi Shuang's exposed head. When he met Zhou Gong, he couldn't see Hunjun's joyous smile at this time.

Since you are a faint king, you will not condemn your own selfishness.

The Jiuchongtian Que is too cold, so I tried my best to steal a few sparks to keep warm—now that I have it, I really don't want to let it go.

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The stupid king's tricks emerged endlessly, and the officials chatted about him because he didn't respond to the phrase "from now on the king will not go to court early", but when they heard that Emperor Yan was ill and went to court early, they knew that he had a new trick.Fortunately, there was a deputy to listen to the matter, and the next day the emperor came to court and only acted as a wooden dummy symbolically, so even if he jumped in anger, it disappeared within a few days.

The gentlemen still have lingering fears, and Emperor Yan made another faint move, and grandly placed the male actress in the purple court.

Everyone was quiet this time.

The age has reached Ai, and I can't bear the fear, and I also fear that Emperor Yan will intensify and toss the precarious rivers and mountains.Compared with anxiously remembering when the head of the item will fall, whether the emperor favors men or women or a monster who is neither male nor female—for example, Chang Shi, the internal servant with red lips and white teeth—is really trivial, trivial.

The nobleman Chang Zhong who held the lamp sneezed in the howling wind.

At the end of the year, there were several times of ice graupel, and as a result, there was heavy snow, which came like a mountain and fell like a spinning thread. The snow stopped for three days, and the frost and snow still remained.People stand outside for a long time, and the ice and snow under their feet are compacted and compacted again, turning into two footprints with water.He stood outside the pavilion, his ten toes were itchy from the cold, he scratched the soles of his shoes and scratched the ground to relieve it a little, the palace lantern swayed, he shivered, and hurriedly held it steady.

Yan Bochen had a strong sense of elegance, so he chose bamboo strips to try to build a lamp stand, and after a little renovation, he finalized it.He is not a skilled craftsman, but his persistence lies in his perseverance. He still remembers making lanterns for the eldest princess when he was young, and it is not difficult to weave them.

Qi is a little girl with clumsy hands and no need to be a coaxer, so far she has not made any progress.He played with Yan Bochen's small lamps that had been dried the day before, and occasionally delivered chopped bamboo strips.The top of the small lamp is all white, Yan Bochen was originally the one who added joyful patterns, he was too lazy to use his brain and pen, after thinking about it, he thought that the white one was also very good, so he didn't add a single stroke.

Yan Bochen was enjoying it, and it took him a while to tie bamboo circles on the lamp wall.It was so fresh, and after half an hour of watching it, there was nothing to see. Qi Shuang tilted her head and poked at the freshly solid lantern frame, and yawned: "Your Majesty really has leisure."

Yan Bochen tied up the bamboo ring, knowing that there was something in his words and didn't respond.He glanced at the clean wall of white flowers, and turned to ask the servant Chang about the fashionable lantern patterns.Chang's servants are like a few treasures, and they are very eloquent. He listened and memorized, and vaguely remembered the pattern of Princess Jiayi's favorite koi playing in the water, but he couldn't guess what kind of style she would like now.

Qi Shuang said coolly at the right time: "If your majesty has the heart, some people will regard it as a treasure if you write it with a brush. I'm afraid that leaving a piece of white for people to fill up according to their preferences. Even if it is a good intention, it is not easy to bear."

Since he was open and honest, he has been unscrupulous in his words and deeds in front of Emperor Yan, and Yan Bochen is not annoyed: "You agree to the next thing, and I will smear a few strokes at will." He ordered the permanent servant to hand over the palace lantern to Qi Shuang, and sent the permanent servant to order the imperial dining room. After making a few snacks in the Northern Territory and looking at the sky, he slowly explained to Qi Shuang what "this matter" was about: "Servant Qi, hold up the lamp."

Qi Shuang put on a smiling face to answer the lamp, very docile and hypocritical.

God saw that his behavior was not pleasing to the eye, so Yu Zhongdao rained soft hail.Jixue is like fine dust, disappearing without a trace in an instant, like dew or electricity.

Touching the scene, Qi Shuang said: "There is a lot of snow in Xuzhou, and the fields are often full of silver and snow in the middle of the night. If you are unlucky, when you catch up with the poor age, you have to exchange a few cattle and sheep for half a basket of bad charcoal." He said: "I heard that there is rarely heavy snow in the south. I have longed for it since I was a child. I said that I feel sorry for my parents suffering from the cold, but in the end it is just that I can't bear to eat a few bites of meat during the New Year's Eve."

"The prosperity and prosperity of the Southland is unpredictable, but just listening to the words "Land of Fish and Rice", one can guess that it is a place where everyone has no worries about food and clothing. When I really came to the Southland, I realized that what I thought was not the same as what I saw. More than that There are countless pointers in the alleys of the Pimen Committee, and there are many corrupt officials," he said numbly, pulling the palace lantern and shaking it step by step, as if he hadn't woken up, "now it's even snowing."

Yan Bochen kept coughing and walked slowly: "The sky is always changing."

"For the king, it's the change of the sky, and for the young people, it's the collapse of the sky." Qi Shuangduan looked forward and said, "When the sky collapses, there are four classes of people. Slow down, do everything possible to poke another hole. Where does the king think he can be ranked?"

Yan Bozhen said without hesitation, "Since he is blind and stupid, he is still inferior to the last class."

In the past, the heart orifice was rotten, but now the five internal organs are all decayed, and I am not used to it.He was exhausted, and he stopped leaning on Qi Shuang to move forward. Fortunately, he was covered by the cloak so that he would not be too embarrassed.Qi Shuang's ears turned cold, and he heard him say: "The fourth class has never considered where to settle down after piercing the sky, so...do you have no time to think about it, or have you never planned to settle down?"

After all, the Hunjun should not infer according to common sense, and after answering, he went back to his words and "sighted".

Behind him, the snow is gradually increasing, and the temporary palace is close at hand.Qi Shuang helped him step into the cold palace: "There is nowhere to hide in the world. There is a place where there is a cone under one's feet, isn't that right?"

Yan Bochen absent-mindedly praised: "That's right." He looked sleepy, staring at the empty lantern frame in meditation.

Qi Shuang finished the few stacks of food offered by the imperial dining room on his own, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a bird feather falling in front of the window lattice.He searched nearby, and caught the Costin that came back after running around in a big circle.Wan Chengyuan's vicious bird has followed him for several years for the purpose of sending messages.He treats it as a companion and raises it to the best of his ability. He always suspects that this bird has some unusual secrets. Because of its obscenity, people always have a bit of contempt for it, saying that it flies in the sky and looks down on walking on two legs.

Qi Shuang felt sorry for it: "It's not the right time to come here, what are you doing here to suffer from a good meal and a good sleep?"

Birds are proud.Bird tilted his head and turned his back on him.

Yan Bochen looked over lightly: "Everything is its own master."

Qi Shuang lighted the incense and ignored him.

It was snowing heavily outside the window. Tomorrow Yandu would be covered in silver clothes.

The lantern skeleton was placed on the most conspicuous antique rack in the hall to collect dust, and it was not sent out in the end.On the contrary, the little lamp that Yan Bochen gave Qi Shuang to Qi Shuang after he practiced at will is indeed not the old widowed appearance.

Half a day of wind and rain like autumn.Strange rocks are in the dodder, old trees are hooked, moss embroidered on the Zen steps, dust sticks to the poem wall, and the cloud is wet through the building.The tune of the piano is cold and the tiger hill is idle, and the light of the sword is cold and the shadow moves the dragon hill.Drunk eyes long, eternal grievances.The waves sweep Xu's soul, and the mountains lock Wu's sorrow. (2)

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Emperor Yan did not go to the early court for several months.

There are rumors that the emperor is terminally ill, and he is looking for panacea everywhere to make alchemy in closed doors. There are also rumors that the emperor's foreign favor has a mysterious origin, but it is a Danke demon who possesses the art of immortality, and the foreign favor is just a deceptive rhetoric.What's more, some people claim to be Qi Danke's disciples and spread fraud in the neighborhood.Qi Shuangzao didn't take the world's slander and insults seriously, and she couldn't laugh or cry when she first heard this.

He turned his head and said to Yan Bochen, the original picture was lenient, but who knew it was exchanged for the stupid king to say "the words make sense", and he was always depressed.

Yan Bochen has been more dizzy and less awake lately, Qi Shuang followed in his footsteps, knowing that this man won't last long.The deputy has been here several times, but he has disappeared.Princess Jiayi seldom came to visit, Qi Shuang guessed that it might have something to do with her—for several years, her heart became colder and colder, and finally froze.

He and Yan Bochen belong to the same category.A person who has no relatives or friends has lost his name and surname, and there is no condolences behind him; a person with relatives and friends is all there, but he wants to play the role of love in a pitiful way, and sings that he will never see each other until death.

The New Year's Eve at the beginning of the seventh year of Zhaoding passed without taste and taste, but it still has to be passed without taste and taste.Humans have such dispositions, at best, it is the unrestrained spirit of taking pleasure in suffering, at worst, it is the intoxicated life and dream of death that does not know the present disaster.

It's night with colorful lights all over the sky, and the zenith is woven with brocade.

Qi Shuang put on theatrical make-up, and accompanied the rumored Hunjun who closed his home to make alchemy to watch the scenery.He was really well-born, with deep eyes and lacquered eyebrows, like a ghost.And this is a kind of gorgeousness that hides swords and holds swords, not as soft and boneless as weak willows supporting the wind, and the radiance shines in front of the imperial court, and it is bound to see blood.

Yan Bochen clasped his hands together, both of them were as cold as a corpse.He said sincerely: "Qi Shuang, you should have lived for a long time, and you can live well. It's not too late, you can change your appearance and find a city where no one knows you to settle down... In the future, you will marry A wife gives birth to children, and the house is full of children and grandchildren. It is better to be a family all over the world than to be infamous for thousands of years with a stupid king that everyone wants to kill."

"In the past and present, there are thousands of fools and flatterers, which one will not leave a bad smell for thousands of years? One day is a flattery, and a lifetime is a flattery. In order not to harm the world..." Qi Shuang raised his palm and sent Haidongqing who had returned after leaving.The latter skyrocketed straight up, flying across the horizon in no time, he suddenly became envious, and then quietly faded away from the distance. "I have to feel wronged that the king and I have the same hole, and don't spoil the world of future generations with the stinky remains. What do you think?"

Qi Shuang's shadow is sometimes bright and sometimes ambiguous, almost the same is not real, but the light blue water sleeves on both sides are swinging in the wind, hunting and hunting, it is real.Yan Bochen touched the folding fan pendant he had hidden in the armband, the fan pendant was in the shape of fangs, Di people worship wolves as gods, and most of them use wolf fangs as amulets.Under Qi Shuang's guidance, he searched for the hidden clasp of the pendant, and was able to get a glimpse of the inside. It turned out that there was an inch-long iron spike hidden.

Qi Shuang let go of the fan pendant and Yan Bochen took it away, almost softly said: "I also have ulterior motives, I can't take a few good words from you."

Yan Bochen: "That's why I should ask you for something in return."

He held the spiked Yi Qishuang's water sleeves and gestured several times, pinched one corner and picked it up, then stabbed shallowly for half a circle, and pulled the other half away with force.

Qi Shuang, who had one sleeve broken, was dumbfounded.

"Self-herding and catkins are beautiful and different. The beauty of a bandit is the beauty of a beauty." (3) Yan Bochen smiled after teasing, then laughed lightly, and then laughed, "I don't know how to regard you as what."

If it is said that it is forbidden, it is not enough to appreciate or regret it; if it is said that it is regarded as a junior who is regarded as an heir when it is born a few years later, it should not be entangled in the bed; if it is explained, it is not very accurate.Either they want to plunder his blood and vitality through the connection of flesh and blood, or they like to see him bend down without breaking his chivalry; or they develop strange diseases that ordinary people can't understand, use it as medicine, and become addicted for a long time... Thousands of kinds There are all kinds of things, nothing to do with Fengyue.

"What else can I do. I'm nothing more than a foolish person waiting to die with you." Qi Shuang covered the right arm of the lamp with one intact sleeve, memorized the song on the lamp wall, and shook his head, "What do you think about?" use?"

He always makes sense in a few words, leaving people speechless.

So Hunjun didn't want to, spread out his cloak to surround Qi Shuang, and spent the last years with someone in peace.The past was just like yesterday, he closed his eyes for a long time, and finally said softly: "36 years of grogginess, [-] years of ignorance, [-] years of waking nightmares, [-] years of fainting..."

"...So, that's fine."

Qi's ears were damaged, not as good as in the past, and he didn't seem to hear clearly: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Emperor Yan's voice dropped word by word, "Look at the lamp."

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At the beginning of the seventh year of Zhaoding, the emperor died, and later generations called him Emperor Ai.The new emperor Jianzuo, Jianyuan Hongxing.

In the summer of the first year of Hongxing, Wan Qiyuan led his army to attack Yandu, and the new king surrendered.

Yan proclaimed himself emperor from Xingguo to his death, and the nineteen emperors lived in 280 years.

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The author has something to say:

(1) [Tang] Du Fu's "Fang Bing Cao Hu Ma"

(2) [Yuan] Qiao Ji's "Zhe Gui Ling Climbing Tiger Hill in Wind and Rain"

(3) "Book of Songs · National Style · Beifeng · Jingnv"

The 18-year-old article is poorly written.