After I died, I soared

100 years ago.

A man in a dragon-patterned yellow coat was leaning lightly beside the desk, playing with a piece of white silk. The white silk was stained with blood-stained characters. After decades, the blood stains on the silk had faintly turned black.

There was silence in the room, only the emperor's gentle breathing could be heard.

At this time, even the most capable servant around the emperor would not dare to disturb him.Chen Qingsui had no choice but to wait outside the door with a sad face, afraid that he would miss a certain order of the emperor if he was not careful.A few sharp-eyed servants saw through the master's embarrassment, they exchanged glances, and sneaked forward.

"Master, Your Majesty, is he thinking about the one before...?"

Chen Qingsui's face turned pale when he talked about it, and immediately gave them a slap on the back of the head: "Fuck you! How many brains do you have, dare to say such treasonous things?"

"Yes, yes, Master taught me the right thing."

As he said this, his heart was still stubborn: "But Master, it is our duty to serve His Majesty. There are some things that His Majesty does not say, but we have to think about His Majesty."

Chen Qingsui naturally understood the key point. He had worked under the emperor for so many years, how could he not know who the emperor was thinking at this moment, why would he need a few green melon seedlings to talk too much.

"I've finished what I told you to do. Is it because I've had enough dinner to hold on? Go back to your place, you don't want to live, I still want to enjoy my old age in peace." Chen Qingsui shouted in a low voice.

"Master!"

"That's enough! The man is dead, so what should I do if I have the heart? What's more, there is a mess between him and His Majesty. Don't say that I am just a slave, even if I am..." At this point, Chen Qingsui will The rebellious words were swallowed back into my stomach: "...I don't know what to do. Give him the posthumous title of a queen? It's a big joke in the world. Give him the posthumous title of an emperor? Move him into the imperial tomb? Give him a posthumous title Taizu? Do I think I have a long life?"

"Master!" One of the servants lowered his voice: "The honor of the dead is for outsiders to see. If His Majesty wants to seal it, why wait for us to speak, His Majesty can decide by himself."

A trace of suspicion flashed in Chen Qingsui's eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Master, blocking is worse than sparse."

Emperor Li Longcheng is more than half a century old, and he has never been lazy in government for ten years. Compared with the previous dynasty, the current politics is clear, the country is strong, and the people live in peace. People in the world mostly praise this new emperor.Many people in power were obsessed with immortality in their later years, and practiced alchemy in order to live forever, so that they neglected government affairs.Li Longcheng was an exception, so his reputation was added to the list.People in the world often don't know the inside story, but only these personal servants know that the emperor's heart, apart from government affairs, has been occupied by a dead man early in the morning, and he can't spend any more energy.

There is a deeper desire than longevity buried in the emperor's heart.

The words of the servants really moved Chen Qingsui's heart. As the emperor grew older, the emperor's thoughts became more and more intense. In the early years, he was able to restrain himself, but now he just sits at the table for a whole night.It's just that Chen Qingsui couldn't figure out whether it was the emperor's longing for that person, or the unfinished feelings of his life.

He didn't dare to act rashly, but he couldn't allow the emperor's will to sink down.

The next day, the servants brought a guard over.

Chen Qingsui took a look, and was immediately stunned. He looked the person up and down several times, and murmured: "Like..."

The servants laughed obsequiously: "Is there anything wrong with the person we are looking for?"

This guard is not very old, and his brows and eyes have not faded, but he has a toughness that has not been polished.He always didn't like to hang out with the servants, and when he saw their expressions with unclear meanings, he probably understood in his heart, and he dared not speak out.

That night, he was promoted to work in the Hall of Eternal Life.

He was the only one at the gate of the main hall, before Chen Qingsui left, he gave thousands of warnings, no matter what happens, don't offend His Majesty, otherwise none of us will survive.

The young guard said angrily: "If you didn't engage in this crooked way, how would I have the opportunity to run into it!"

"It's not easy to open your eyes! If His Majesty likes you, it will be a blessing that you will not be able to cultivate in a few lifetimes! If you are really loyal to His Majesty, you will know what to do."

The guards couldn't resist, so they had to wait in front of the palace full of resentment, waiting for the emperor's "summon".

There was no sound in the hall, if it wasn't for the candles being lit, he would have thought that the emperor had already gone to bed and there was nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, it seemed that something fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

The young guard was already nervous, but the sudden sound made him panic, and rushed in to rescue him.

The emperor was bending down to pick up a scroll, when he realized that someone had broken in outside the door, he couldn't help frowning: "Who?"

The emperor was not angry and arrogant, and the guard immediately softened his legs and knelt down on the ground: "Holy Majesty, Wan'an!"

"Chen Qingsui is getting more and more disrespectful, and no one will arrange for me at my door." The emperor said coldly, "Retire, and go to receive the punishment by yourself tomorrow morning."

The guard broke out in cold sweat, he couldn't care about anything else, it was a blessing that the emperor was willing to spare his life, how could he remember Chen Qingsui's advice.He kowtowed to the emperor in a panic, stepped out of the palace door with limp hands and feet, and was stopped again just as he took one foot.

"You, turn your head around."

The guard stepped back stiffly, and a large area of ​​his clothing was wet.

"look up."

The candlelight reflected on his profile, the emperor collected himself and said, "So it's you."

"..."

"It's true if you think about it. Only you would be so unreasonable in front of me. Since you have already come, why don't you come in."

The guard was almost dumbfounded by fright, his mind went blank, and he only followed the instinct of survival to obey the master of the world who holds the power of life and death.

"Why are you being polite to me? Sit wherever you want. After all, everything in the palace belongs to you."

The emperor's voice was steady, but his fingertips trembled slightly: "Your eyes are healed? Who is the doctor?"

The guards didn't dare to show their air, the emperor in front of him didn't look like an emperor, but seemed to be suffering from madness.

"This is the first time I've dreamed of you since you left. It's not that I haven't thought about it before. If I really meet you again in my dream one day, what should I say? When the day really comes, what I thought about in advance I can't say another word. Do you have anything to say to me? If not, you probably don't want to see me in your dreams. "

"You and I really... have nothing to say."

"Shen Jiming."

There is a cool breeze, and the cold moon is bright.

The three words Shen Jiming in a soft voice, like thunder and lightning, pierced the desolation and silence in the deep palace.

"Whoa-"

The guard was full of grief and indignation, and he drew his sword from his waist and pressed it to his throat, and said in grief and indignation: "Your Majesty, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. I have been honest all my life. I am loyal to the country and filial piety to my family, but I don't want to be humiliated by your majesty in the name of a heavy dog!" I have no face to see the light of day, I only wish to die in exchange for a clear name after my death!"

Seeing such a fierce reaction from the person in front of him, the emperor was slightly stunned for a moment, he stepped forward, took a closer look at it with a sinking heart, and only then did he see it.

The hall returned to silence, and after a long time, the emperor said hoarsely: "Forget it, step back, you don't have to look for death or life. What happened today is my fault."

The little guard was still angry, but the emperor had already talked about this point, and he would not know what to do if he continued to be aggressive.He was able to save his life tonight, and walking out of the Hall of Eternal Life wholeheartedly was a narrow escape. After calming down a little, an uncontrollable fear surged into his heart.He didn't dare to breathe, his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he didn't know how he got to the gate of the hall.

There is one more step to escape from such a place of right and wrong.

The emperor's voice came from behind: "What kind of person do you think Shen Jiming is?"

The veins in the hand holding the handle of the knife bulged, and the speaker tried his best to suppress the overwhelming anger: "The ancestor of the minister was charged with unreasonable charges by Shen Gou, which caused disasters to the nine clans, and only a few people survived. He often enjoys torturing and killing prisoners. Such a beast died of illness in vain, and it is simply taking advantage of him. In my humble opinion, it is not an exaggeration to pull out his nails and throw them into the oil pan, peel off the skin and bones, and chop them into meat sauce. Only then did I appease the spirit of my ancestors in heaven."

Once again, the emperor was left alone in the Hall of Eternal Life. He stretched out the scroll in his hand and stared at it for a long time.

The emperor recalled the words of the guards, and that young shadow was clearly his former self.When Shen Jiming was still alive, the two of them fought from the battlefield to the back garden of the palace. He grabbed Shen Jiming's collar and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you wronged? Shouldn't I hate you?"

Taking the trouble to repeat it over and over again, he actually knew that he was not only asking Shen Jiming, but also forcing himself to recognize this fact.

He is Shen Jiming, who killed your whole family, is cruel and bloodthirsty, you should hate him.

Later, when the person died, he thought that the kindness and resentment from the past had fallen into the loess along with the bones, and the anger and delusion in the first half of his life were entangled like a dream, and finally it was time to wake up.

Only now did he realize a truth. For Shen Jiming, only his death is the real freedom. It's not that he doesn't know the layers of knots between the two of them, it's just that he doesn't bother to solve them.After all, the two of them are just a bad relationship that started when they met by chance. Maybe they shouldn't have known each other. Shen Jiming doesn't care whether the knot is untied or untied. This life has been in vain, so it's better to die quickly In order to reincarnate early, I drank the past with Mengpo soup, so it is not too late to make up for it.

Youyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream.When he first heard the Song of Everlasting Regret, the young emperor didn't understand what it meant, so he asked Shen Jiming, and Shen Jiming replied, "I am neither good at poetry nor have I ever had sex with a man and a woman. Your question really stumps me." up.

Shen Jiming said he didn't understand, but he acted as decisively as the person in the poem.

It is because he thinks too complicated about the relationship between Shen Jiming and himself, obviously only four words are enough to sum it up:

Wishful thinking.

After all, Shen Jiming is someone who doesn't even care about his own name before and after his life.

Later, the emperor met with the official historian in private. The official historian was so frightened that his calf became weak and the roots of his teeth ached. However, the emperor had only one request.

He begged the historian to erase Shen Jiming's name from the history books.

It is rare for the emperor to express his personal wishes so strongly, and this is not a big deal. The historian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, obey the order.

Since then, the word Shen Jiming has never been seen in the history books again. Under the official historian's attire, he is just the little nineteen who died young at the knee of the late emperor.