Abolish the emperor into a concubine

Xuanhua Palace.

"Your Majesty, you are here." Lingxue was cleaning Mu Zijin's room, and when she saw the emperor coming, she hurried up to greet him.

For the past seven years, everything in Xuanhua Palace has remained the same as before, the palace staff has not been dismissed, Lingxue cleans Mu Zijin's room regularly every day, and even the placement of those objects has not changed.

Every flower and grass are the same as before.

It's as if nothing has changed.

But only its owner is missing.

The emperor looked at the same room as before, and said softly, "Go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ling Xue stepped back obediently.

Looking at the familiar layout in the room, the emperor's vicissitudes of eyes are full of memories and nostalgia.

He walked slowly to the Yaoqin placed on the piano table, gently stroking the strings that hadn't been played for many years, remembering the way that person played the piano under the pear tree, with memories and sadness in his eyes, murmured Said, "Zijin, it's been seven years...you haven't come back for seven years..."

Take off your shoes and socks, lie on the bed where that person once slept, the emperor hugs the clothes that person once wore, close your eyes, and imagine that person is lying beside you...

He has been here all these years. Whenever he is free, he will come to Xuanhua Palace alone, and stay in the room before Mu Zijin, reminiscing about the days when that person was by his side...

The clothes seemed to have magical powers, and the emperor's body and mind gradually relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know what I dreamed of, but the emperor in his sleep showed a happy smile...

When the emperor woke up again, it was completely dark, with lightning and thunder outside, and it began to rain heavily.

There was also a vaguely noisy voice.

The emperor called Lingxue and asked, "What's the noise outside?"

"Return to Your Majesty." Looking at the emperor's face, Lingxue said cautiously, "Today's heavy rain has knocked out the wooden box that my mother buried under the pear tree many years ago..."

The emperor's eyes widened, "What..."

When the emperor came under the pear tree, the palace people had already taken out the wooden box, cleaned up the surrounding soil and put it aside. At this time, everyone in Xuanhua Palace was surrounding the wooden box.

Seeing the emperor approaching, everyone stepped aside.

The wooden box is made of Populus euphratica, so even if it has been buried in the ground for many years, it is still intact.

But the lock on it has been rusted and corroded, and it can be easily opened.

A voice in his head told the emperor to open the wooden box, and the emperor opened the lid with trembling hands, revealing the contents inside.

There were only two smaller boxes inside, one of which the Emperor recognized as Akabane's urn.

Intuition told the emperor that the other box contained something he was unwilling to face. The emperor opened it with trembling hands, and when he saw what was inside, he froze on the spot.

Inside is a very small tombstone with the words "Mu Zijin" written on it.

The emperor's eyes immediately got wet. It turned out that on that snowy night, he buried not only Akabane, but also the self he recognized.

No wonder that person seemed to be a completely different person after that, becoming flattering, seductive and seductive.

It turned out that he had already buried himself with his own hands...

Tears blurred his vision, the emperor picked up the tombstone like a fragile treasure, but found that there was a piece of paper under the tombstone.

He opened the paper carefully and found a painting inside.

One person and one horse, shuttling among thousands of troops, the graceful brushstrokes and mature painting skills brought the whole painting to life, and even the high-spirited and unruly arrogance between the eyebrows and eyes were vividly expressed, making the whole painting come to life. People seem to have really seen that unruly young man in red with a silver knife and a red horse galloping on the battlefield of thousands of troops.

But he clearly remembered that many times after that, when he wanted that person to paint, that person would nestle in his arms and put his arms around his neck, smiling and saying to him, "I forgot how to paint."

The emperor's nose was sour, and tears fell down in big drops, wetting the already yellowed painting.

It's not that he forgot, but he has completely buried himself...

"I'm sorry... Zijin..."

"sorry......"

On this rainy night with lightning and thunder, the emperor knelt in the rain holding the wooden box and cried all night...

"Father, you're awake!" As soon as the emperor opened his eyes, he saw Jun An's youthful face.

When we first met, he was a thin and small boy. Now his body is fully developed, his stature is much taller, his appearance has also grown, and he is becoming more and more handsome.

"It doesn't look like it anymore..." The emperor looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were blurred, and he muttered, "The bigger he is, the less he looks like him..."

The young man didn't hear what the emperor was saying, and asked in confusion, "What did the emperor just say? My son didn't hear clearly..."

The emperor shook his head, and slowly sat up from the bed with the support of the young man, his voice was hoarse, "What's wrong with me?"

"Father fainted in the rain last night..." The young man looked at the emperor's face and said cautiously, "Father thought of father again?"

After the emperor brought the young man back, he asked the young man to call himself "Father Emperor" and Mu Zijin "Father".

Although the young man has never seen what this so-called "father" looks like, he knows that his father loves him very much.

The emperor lowered his eyes and did not speak. After a moment of silence, he said, "You step back."

"Yes, Royal Father..." Jun An stepped back hesitantly.

In the next few years, the emperor taught Jun'an more and more strictly. Jun'an had to learn a lot of knowledge and the way of being a king every day, and he was always very busy.

Finally, when Jun An was 20 years old, Xiao Zhenye sat next to him, and then disappeared into the palace with Mu Zijin's belongings.

No one knew where he had gone. Jun An had been looking for him since he succeeded to the throne, but there was no news of him at all.

It's like completely disappearing from this world.

On a remote mountain in Mu Country.

This place is very desolate, basically there are no people, but a strange man came here a few months ago.

In fact, someone had seen him here many years ago, but every time he came, he only stayed for a while and then left. He only stayed here a few months ago.

No one knows where he came from, and no one knows what his name is. He lives in a simple bamboo house with loose white hair and a red dress. Drinking, reading, playing the piano, painting, reciting poems...

Those who didn't know thought he was an elegant person, but in fact he didn't have a master of skills.

The sound of the piano was like howling ghosts and wolves, so harsh and unpleasant that it was almost fatal.

The painting is also ugly, it is the originator of abstract art, there are only a bunch of lines on the paper, and I don't know what the painting is.

Not to mention the poems, they don't even pay attention to the basic rhythm.

But he just didn't have that self-awareness, his skills were not up to scratch, and he wanted to show off and harm the eyes and ears of the people around him.

The people around couldn't bear it anymore, and told him about this, but he didn't care at all, and continued to play the piano, paint, and recite poems.

Those people could only fight with him, but they couldn't even catch his move, so they could only bear it in the end.

But a few years have passed, and his skills in all aspects have made great progress.

His piano sound is not to say melodious, but at least it can be heard.

It can also be seen from his painting that it is a handsome man with a tear mole at the corner of his eye.

His poems also pay attention to the rhythm of flat and zigzagging, and it can be roughly heard from his poems that he seems to be expressing his longing, love and regret to someone.

There is a tall sycamore tree planted in his yard. The man often sits under the sycamore tree with a wooden box in his arms, talking to himself, and sometimes weeping for no reason.

This sycamore tree was planted by Xiao Zhenye not long after Mu Zijin's death, and it has been almost ten years now.

Over the years, whenever he was free, Xiao Zhenye would come here to water and fertilize the sycamore tree, watching it grow from a seedling to a towering tree.

Xiao Zhenye leaned against the plane tree, gently stroking the tombstone engraved with "Mu Zijin" in his arms, with nostalgia and a touch of sadness in his eyes, "Zijin, it's been almost ten years since you left... ...but I still clearly remember every aspect of you..."

"Zijin, I miss you so much..."

In the decades that followed, Xiao Zhenye always came here like this.

The surrounding families moved away one after another, but Xiao Zhenye stayed here.

In the end, everyone left, and Xiao Zhenye was the only one left in the huge mountain.

There is not even a person to talk to, especially after getting older, Xiao Zhenye feels even more lonely, and often thinks of that young man in red who is as bright as the sun in the night when there is no one, and tears flow down his face.

I woke up crying several times from my dream.

Later, Xiao Zhenye couldn't stand this kind of loneliness anymore, so he raised a dog.

— A khaki dog, as long as Xiao Zhenye eats it in one bite, he will never be hungry.

Listening to the dog's barking every day, Xiao Zhenye felt it was a kind of comfort.

After getting older, Xiao Zhenye's body was not as good as before. He fell ill twice in three days, and several times he got so sick that Xiao Zhenye thought he could finally see that person, but he finally woke up without exception.

Even lived until 88.

Even his dog died, but he was still alive.

Xiao Zhenye knew that this was Mu Zijin's revenge. He wanted him to stay in this world and suffer from this loneliness, and he didn't want him to be freed so soon.In his later years, Xiao Zhenye was even more lonely and unbearable. His memory had deteriorated so much that he could not remember many things.

But he only remembered every bit of the boy in red.

At the age of 88, Xiao Zhenye was cooking. A young couple who had come to the mountains to escape the vendetta told Xiao Zhenye that they wanted to stay for a few days.

Xiao Zhenye's hearing was bad, and it took him a long time to understand their intentions. He hadn't seen a living person in the mountains for many years, so Xiao Zhenye was naturally happy for them to stay with him.

So the young couple lived there.

One day, Xiao Zhenye was sitting under the parasol tree to enjoy the shade, when he suddenly saw a young man in red standing not far away smiling at him.

Xiao Zhenye's cloudy old eyes lit up all of a sudden, he got up quickly, walked forward, his voice was full of excitement, "Zijin..."

When the young couple heard the movement, they hurried out, and saw Xiao Zhenye talking to the air alone, and dancing with his hands. They looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

They walked over and grabbed Xiao Zhenye, "Old man?"

Xiao Zhenye no longer remembered his name, so the young couple never knew his name, so they called him old man.

Xiao Zhenye ignored them and continued talking into the air.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhenye seemed to have seen something, he shook off the hands of the young couple and rushed forward.

But when people are old, their legs and feet are inconvenient, and if they don't pay attention to their feet, Xiao Zhenye suddenly fell down.

The head just hit a sharp stone, and blood oozed out instantly.

"Old man!" The young couple was terrified and quickly helped him up.

However, Xiao Zhenye kept smiling and stretching out his hand towards the air somewhere, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The young couple was a little startled, but Xiao Zhenye suddenly said, "My name is... Mu, Zi, Jin..."

Xiao Zhenye's speech was not very clear, but the word "Mu Zijin" was very clear.

"What?" The young couple didn't react for a while, and when they wanted to ask something more, they found that Xiao Zhenye had died.

Later, the young couple buried Xiao Zhenye, and "Mu Zijin" was written on the tombstone.