The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Sangpi has always been very clear about his position.

An ordinary little wandering soul, the goal of life is to float freely in the void, there is no other desire.

It has existed for such a long time, and it is not that Sangpi has never seen Taoist people who can see him. Some people directly pointed their swords at him to get rid of him. I can't make up my mind whether it is better to get rid of him or send him to reincarnation.

Reincarnation cannot be sent away, because the reincarnated person is either dissatisfied with this life and rushing to have a good reincarnation next time, or feels Dzogchen and is ready to experience life next time.

Some of them have some nostalgia for the world, either they like food, or they have career dreams, or they hope to have a colorful life. In recent years, young people have a special liking for wifi.

These have no time to become ghosts, so they can't wait to pass to the next life.

Wandering around for thousands of years inexplicably, there are only a few Taoist priests who can see him. He was also locked in a strange glass jar. Really stay in the jar.

Ah... what happened, the Taoist felt very puzzled, and then he operated like a tiger, okay, I understand, I can't send it away.

It seems useless to keep it... Well, I can't keep it either, Sangpi himself, he can come out of the jar, he just wants to keep it, it seems that he can float away at any time if he doesn't want to keep it.

As for getting rid of it, some Taoist priests did it because they couldn't bear it. After all, he was not a resentment-ridden soul, except that he might bring murder to himself, while some simply couldn't get rid of it.

Sangpi once saw with his own eyes that a Taoist priest with good cultivation was intent on killing him. Before the magic weapon landed on him, he was struck by an inexplicable thunder and became mentally handicapped.

Of course it wasn't Sangpi's doing, and he never tried to figure it out. After all, a human being struck by lightning has nothing to do with his mediocre little wandering soul.

It's just God's will in the dark.

At this moment, the ordinary little wandering soul encountered the most unusual thing in the life of a soul.

Insomnia.

If being a human being is a sudden disaster, then insomnia must be a disaster without reason.

He couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it. He just felt that the world was unfair, people's hearts were sinister, and his soul was as lonely as snow, so he would just disappear.

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

Insomnia, just insomnia, there is no need for such a big reaction.

However, for others, it may not be a big deal, but for Jiang Wu who is obsessed with this matter, it may be as hopeless as an ordinary person suffering from a terminal illness.

Suddenly, I felt a little distressed.

After a brief silence, Yin Wuzhi comforted softly: "It's not your fault, it's all my fault. If I don't get beaten, there won't be so much trouble."

The funeral batch looked at him.

Yin Wuzhi emphasized sincerely: "Even if it's not my fault, it's God's fault."

Sangpi squeezed his eyes again, and because he was really uncomfortable, he raised his hand and rubbed it.

Qi Hanmiao was stunned.

... How uncomfortable this must be, His Majesty actually rubbed his eyes himself.

He is rubbing his eyes with his own hands!

Yin Wuzhi frowned, and said to Qi Hanmiao, "Qi's envoy."

Qi Hanmiao reacted very quickly, and said, "This servant will find something for His Majesty."

After he left, Sangpi looked at Yin Wuzhi again.

His complexion was still not very good, the empress dowager's beating was much more severe than what he bullied in the past.

He struggled to remember the important thing: "How long will it take for Yin Aiqing to recover."

Yin Wuzhi looked at his drooping eyelids, knowing that his eye muscles must be in a very unrelaxed state at the moment, and wanted to rub them for him, but because of what Queen Mother Wen said, he had to continue lying on the bed, Said: "Fifty sticks, it is said that it takes ten days and a half a month."

"Can't move at all?" Sangpi said while thinking, the sequelae of insomnia are too terrible, he feels that he may break up at any time while talking, "I want to go to your bed."

This is actually a good opportunity to torture Yin Wuzhi. He is seriously injured now, and he has increased his slavery. He should be hated by him. Of course, the main reason is that he is eager to lie down now.

"Your Majesty...the bed in the Tai Chi Hall is bigger and more comfortable."

"I'm going to sleep here."

"..." There was really nothing to do with him, Yin Wuzhi silently moved inside.

Funeral critic: "Hug."

"Chen, I'm injured."

"hug."

With injuries in his body, torture will get twice the result with half the effort, pain and humiliation at the same time, double torture, do not believe that Yin Wuzhi will not kill him.

Yin Wuzhi had a complicated expression.

At this time, I still want to sleep with him and force him to hug him.Jiang Wu really was, and wanted to get close to him, and hoped to make him hate him.

He pretended to be strong, and in order to show more strenuousness, his muscles tensed up on purpose, and he fought hard against himself, sweating from his forehead.

Finally, he got out of bed, and the funeral batch was picked up by him and gently put inside.

Sangpi looked at his flushed face, confirmed the sweat on his forehead, understood that he was in real pain, and said, "Come up."

Yin Wuzhi lay beside him silently.

He raised his hand and wiped his sweat.

There is one thing to say, it is very difficult to hold back sweat without sweating.

"Yin Wuzhi, you need to get well soon."

"Ah."

"I still have a lot of papers. If you don't approve it, no one will approve it."

"... Oh." The mouth is hard and the heart is soft.

There was a creaking sound at the door, Qi Hanmiao paused, walked in quietly, and said, "Your Majesty, apply this to your eyes, it should feel better."

Yin Wuzhi took it, put it on Jiang Wu's eyes, and said, "Let's do the envoy's work first, and I'll take care of His Majesty."

Needless to say, Qi Hanmiao is not blind.

The door was closed again.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes, and his eyes were hot. He didn't know what was wrapped in the soft silk scarf, and he kept getting hot all the time.

Although I haven't used it, it is undeniable that this feeling is indeed quite comfortable.

However, he still couldn't sleep.

"Yin Wuzhi."

"Ok?"

"I can't sleep."

"That's it." Yin Wuzhi gave him serious advice: "Think about it, Your Majesty, why can't I fall asleep?"

Jiang Wu tried to think about it, and then said, "Because I'm worried."

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand to press his temple, and whispered, "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried I won't be able to sleep."

"..." Yin Wuzhi said: "Back to last night, why can't His Majesty fall asleep?"

Because Yin Wuzhi was beaten, he didn't understand the logic of the Empress Dowager, and he was worried that Yin Wuzhi was seriously injured and would be taken away by the Empress Dowager, so he would not kill him in the future. Also, Yin Wuzhi Zhi obviously couldn't do it anymore, and he still insisted on hugging him and jumping. Also, Yin Wuzhi didn't know how long he would be hurt, what about his book...

Sangpi said: "A lot." Too lazy to say.

Yin Wuzhi heard what he meant clearly, and said: "If it's because of the subject, Your Majesty don't have to worry. In the future, the subject will be cautious and will not be impulsive again."

Sangpi didn't speak, and he began to worry again that he would suffer from frequent insomnia in the future, skipping Yin Wuzhi's affairs, and simply began to worry that he would not be able to sleep.

Then he found that he couldn't sleep anymore.

Sang Critic: "It's not hot anymore."

Yin Wuzhi raised his voice, and the people waiting outside quickly came in.Yin Wuzhi took it and changed it for him. When he took it off, he found that his eyes were red from the heat and his eyelashes were wet.

The scenery was quickly covered with an eyecloth.

"Your Majesty, are you asleep?"

"No."

"Still can't sleep?"

"I'm worried I won't be able to sleep."

"..." I was always worried that I couldn't fall asleep, so I couldn't sleep even more.Yin Wuzhi was helpless: "Try to let go, don't think about anything."

"I have concerns." Sangpi's voice was soft: "I can't let go."

I don't know if this concern is Yin Wuzhi or he can't sleep.Yin Wuzhi didn't take his seat according to the number, and said: "Let's put down your worries for now... Don't you know how to seal the five senses?"

Speaking of this, Yin Wuzhi couldn't help laughing, coaxing him: "Maybe if you seal it again, you can fall asleep."

Sangpi didn't speak any more.

No, still no.

He's a little distraught, sleep is his top priority, and if this happens often in the future, he might not be able to stand the world and let history go to him.

"Yin Wuzhi."

"?"

"I want to put you to sleep."

"...I don't know how to lullaby."

"If you can't coax me, I'll hit you with another twenty sticks."

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

He raised his hand, his fingertips were stiff, and after a long while, he slowly landed on Jiang Wu's body and patted him.Trying to imitate the scene of people in southern Xinjiang coaxing children, humming strange tunes from the nose.

Jiang Wu quietly closed his eyes.

In a daze, he felt that he had heard this tune somewhere.

Clumsy and gentle.

Yin Wuzhi's hand stroked his long hair, and Jiang Wu's consciousness gradually drifted away, farther and farther, farther and farther away. After traveling through a long, long time, although he did not find this strange song, but The fatigue that gradually ushered in successfully made him drowsy.

"His Majesty?"

Jiang Wu finally fell asleep, his breathing was as soft as ever, and he could hardly hear it unless he listened carefully.

It is sound sleep.

Yin Wuzhi took off the soft cloth from his eyes, the heat had dissipated, he carefully wiped the moisture from Jiang Wu's eyes, lowered his head, and rubbed the tip of his nose against his.

Finally falling asleep, he pressed Jiang Wu's forehead and whispered, "Good afternoon."

When Jiang Wu fell asleep until it was dark, the first thing he did when he became conscious was to start to feel anxious, would he not be able to sleep at night?

"His Majesty."

Yin Wuzhi noticed the change in his breathing in time, and said, "Are you awake? Do you want to eat something?"

A full quarter of an hour passed after these words, and Jiang Wu slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the top of the bed, still thinking, what should he do if he can't sleep.

"His Majesty?"

Sangpi rolled his eyes.

He finally got enough sleep, his eyes returned to the former inorganic, and his expression also returned to the previous lifeless, as delicate as a puppet.

Yin Wuzhi felt relieved, although the insomniac Jiang Wu had gained some popularity, but he really didn't want him to be in pain, it's good to be dead like this, at least he himself would feel comfortable.

Sangpi stared at him, put aside his anxiety temporarily, and said, "Can Yin Aiqing go to the imperial study today?"

"The injury of the minister..." Yin Shizi, who is not good at lying, avoided his sight, and was very entangled in his heart: "It's quite serious."

"Is it so uncomfortable?"

"Naturally uncomfortable." Yin Wuzhi tried to see his reaction: "That is fifty rods after all."

Fifty sticks hit him, and Jiang Wu must have felt uncomfortable. Although he said that he was troubled by insomnia, in the final analysis, if he hadn't been beaten, how could Jiang Wu have insomnia?

He wasn't beaten that badly, but Jiang Wu's insomnia was real.

Yin Wuzhi didn't want to torment him, but he did hope to see some emotions on Jiang Wu's face.His liking is hidden too deep, so deep that sometimes Yin Wuzhi feels that maybe Queen Mother Wen is not completely right.

Although it is definitely impossible, I still want to see more.

Only when Jiang Wu is no longer ashamed to show his emotions, then he can be considered as fully come out.

Although Yin Wuzhi didn't care about Jiang Wu, he was a courtier after all, he needed to care about his Majesty, and naturally hoped that he would get well soon.

Fifty sticks, Jiang Wu thought, Yin Wuzhi must be dying of pain.

He wants to take advantage of this time to make Yin Wuzhi realize how a jerk he is.

"clothing."

"...?" Yin Wuzhi asked, "What?"

Jiang Wu stared at his neckline: "Take it off."

Does it depend on his injury?Yin Wuzhi said: "No, it's okay, it's really okay, and it hurts on the back, so it doesn't look good."

"Take off."

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to get up, he didn't even look at his back, he wondered if he could deceive Jiang Wu's gaze, because he hesitated, he moved very slowly, it was in Jiang Wu's eyes that he was really in pain.

"I don't care about injuries." He interrupted Yin Wuzhi.

Yin Wuzhi paused and ignored the injury, so what should we do?

He sat beside him hesitantly, looking at the lying emperor.

"Take off."

"Can you, don't make trouble." If you want to humiliate him again, he will really get angry if this continues.

"quick."

Yin Wuzhi frowned, pulled off a cuff, and his face was a bit ugly: "What do you want..."

"lie."

Yin Wuzhi lay down in front of him angrily, and he stared at Jiang Wu, feeling a little angry.

No man likes to be treated like this. Even if he has understood Jiang Wu's thoughts, he still feels disgusted by such things in his heart. He has already treated him so well, and this guy still treats him with this attitude.

When you get bored, leave him alone and let him fend for himself.

"touch."

"?" Yin Wuzhi's face was green and red: "What?"

"Take my hand and touch it."