The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

"I had a dream last night." Han Jingyang was lying on the dragon bed, the pale yellow tulle hanging down and blurring his figure, and his weak voice sounded even more unreal: "I dreamed about something from the past, then When I was still in Peiliang, he asked me if I’m not going back to Dadu, okay? I was about to say yes, but suddenly there was a big fire, and then there was nothing..."

Xiaoyun's nose was sour and tears rolled down uncontrollably. He snatched the medicine bowl from Gao Zhan who had just entered the door, and muttered, "I don't know why I'm in this state now! The young master is gone. , Why are you still talking about these things! Those who have left have already left, and those who are alive must live well, tossing and tossing, it is not enough!"

"Xiaoyun!" Gao Zhan was startled by Xiaoyun's words, and covered her mouth with his hand: "Why do you say that about the emperor!"

"That's right!" Han Jing forced himself to straighten up: "It's absurd, and I also think I'm absurd..."

"Your Majesty", Gao Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the letter in his arms, and presented it with both hands: "Princess Changle...she left the letter and left!"

"Leave?" Han Jing took Chang Le's handwritten letter, and quickly scanned it: "Chang Le, after all, she hates this palace. Brothers fighting each other is really not a good show for people to enjoy. It's cheap son Yuan!"

"So he left with Mr. Yuan." Gao Zhan was thoughtful, "No wonder I haven't seen him for a few days!"

"His heart is not in the court", Han Jing said extremely weakly, and his voice was full of exhaustion: "Zixiao, Gongziyuan, Changle, all left! I left me alone to do that. widow!"

"Me! Xiaoyun!" Gao Zhan said eagerly, "And my brother Gao Gong is by the emperor's side!"

"It's just you." Han Jing seemed relieved, and his voice sounded like a smile: "But look at how many people are still loyal to me in this court! If you change color, others will live, I can't blame them!"

"Your Majesty, you will be fine!" Gao Zhan was so emotional that his loud voice made Han Jing frown: "You will be a good emperor! The people...the people need you!"

"Han Qi will also be a good emperor!" Han Jing looked at the person kneeling in front of the bed through the tulle: "Go back and tell Gao Gong that he will obey Han Qi's orders after I leave!"

What should be settled has already been settled, and even Han Jing felt that his time was running out, so it is true that there is nothing to be attached to when he lets go at this time.He managed to survive for a few more days, but when Xiaoyun handed a note to Han Jing, the person who had already vented more gas and breathed less was helped to sit up in a daze.

"What's written on it?" Xiaoyun couldn't read a few characters at first, but when he encountered cursive script, his eyes were really blackened.

"Don't say anything! Call... Call Gao Zhan!" Han Jing's hands trembled, but he tried his best to suppress his excitement.

In just a quarter of an hour, Han Jing felt that it was as long as a year.

"You read it again!" Han Jing grabbed Gao Zhan's arm, his voice trembling: "You read it again! I'm afraid I'm going to lose my head, and I'll be happy for nothing!"

The moment he saw the note, Gao Zhan gasped unnaturally: "Your Majesty! Master Wan is not dead!"

Xiaoyun covered her mouth, and tears flowed down like a flood in an instant.

After the great joy, Han Jing was the first to calm down: "Zi Xiao can't go back to the court! Let's go find him!"

"But your majesty..." Gao Zhan had just opened his mouth when he saw Han Jing shaking his head: "After tonight, Emperor Chengxiao died of illness! From now on, there will be no Emperor Chengxiao Han Jing in this world!"

"Wang... Wang... lord..." The little eunuch who came to report the letter was so trembling that he couldn't spell a complete sentence: "The emperor... the emperor... the emperor is missing!"

The disappearance of the emperor on the eve of the boarding ceremony is even more shocking than the death of the emperor!Zhao Wang Han Qi was surprised at first, but he quickly recovered: "The emperor must not be said to be missing! The decree will be passed down, and the first emperor Cheng Xiao died of illness, and he left Zhao Wang Han Qi to succeed him as Emperor Longxing. The enthronement ceremony will continue as usual. hold!"

The little eunuch tremblingly got up from the ground, stumbling and ran towards the supervisor of ceremonies.

"Yan History Volume Four Benji Fifth Chengxiao Emperor"

Emperor Chengxiao Jing, whose name is Shaoyang, is the fourth son of Emperor Xuanzheng.The barbarian slaves were conquered in the south, and Dongping was in civil strife. He was wise and martial, with the demeanor of the former emperor, and the real talent of the emperor.However, the sky is jealous of talents, and since the palace changed, that is to say, he can't afford to be sick, and he left before the ceremony of conferring the emperor, leaving behind two edicts.Emperor Chengxiao Jing reigned for a total of [-] days, the shortest reign in the history of Yan, and the only emperor who did not actually pass the reign title.Later, because he had no children under his knees, Zhao Wang Han Qi succeeded him as Emperor Longxing.

Some historians said: "It doesn't matter whether it is King Jin or Emperor Chengxiao. It doesn't matter if the organs are exhausted. The so-called supreme under heaven is just a few words in the history books. The so-called lamentable, sad, and pitiful , but nothing more.”

When the door sounded, he was so startled that he was listening and looking at the furniture in a daze: "Why is this over? What's going on without thinking!"

There was a commotion under the stage, and the man who was on the head shook his head in annoyance, and slapped his thigh: "I knew it would end like this, so I might as well not have come to listen to it, and I feel aggrieved for nothing." The women and girls looked at each other. Tears were embedded inside, the pink veil was wiped again and again, she wanted to express her heart, but she was afraid of losing her restraint, she pursed her lips and wrapped her fingertips around her hair, indescribably charming.

"What is the old man doing?" Mr. Xie, the owner of "Drunk Fairy House" in Chonghua Street, Jinyang Prefecture, stood in the background, watching this scene, his teeth creaked, and his forehead twitched: "If he Fuck it, I'm sure I won't pay even half a penny!"

The old storyteller "Kuai Zui Li" glanced at the audience, and smiled with satisfaction: "Han Jing is no longer Emperor Chengxiao, and there will be nothing for him in the world, so it should be over, will it be over? If he doesn't leave , How will the next one appear on the stage? This is the official history. When it comes to the end, it won’t be able to stay. It doesn’t care whether people enjoy watching it or not! , That’s what I’m talking about. It’s a pity that what I’m going to talk about today isn’t the world’s affairs, what we’re going to talk about is this ‘marriage between pine and grass’, so the story that should exist must continue.”

In the late spring of the third year of Longxing, Jinyang Mansion located in the east of the Yangtze River was in the annual rainy season.The flowers are blooming, the willows are green and the primroses are growing, and the swallows are singing and the warblers are singing.

"Master, if you are not in good health, don't get caught in the rain!" Xiao Yun handed over the umbrella while complaining: "The world is getting bigger, and it's not like this way to find someone!"

The young master in Huayi didn't reprimand the servants for being unreasonable, but just clicked his lips and smiled at the tall follower beside him: "Your wife is really getting more and more fierce! Gao Zhan! Poor man..."

"What a pity! He didn't succeed!" Xiao Yun glanced at Gao Zhan, and said angrily, "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, master! You still despise me!"

Han Jing was still smiling before, but when he turned his head, his face suddenly changed. He dropped his umbrella and squeezed into the crowd.

"Master!" Gao Zhan grabbed Xiaoyun and followed Han Jing closely, and asked, "Xiaoyun, what did the master see? Why did you suddenly run away?"

Xiaoyun looked in Han Jing's direction, and his footsteps froze: "My lord!"

"Ah?" Gao Zhan tugged at Xiao Yun, "Why don't you leave? Master is in front!"

"Young Master! My Young Master!" Xiao Yun didn't move, but grabbed Gao Zhan's hand instead: "Have you seen it? That man's back looks like my Young Master!"