Ascension

For Yu's whole life, this breath is a replica of Yan Siyu's youth.

He ignored the surrounding palace people who greeted him, walked directly into the palace, and asked softly: "Does Your Majesty have any arrangements for you?"

Qin Cai handed the umbrella to the little eunuch, smiled slightly, feeling the love of Chang Liu Hou in his heart, and said: "I have such a humble life, and it is a great blessing to be able to serve my master for so many years. I dare not ask for anything else. Lord Marquis Do you have a plan?"

Wen Liang moved his lips and teeth slightly, and was about to answer, when he suddenly saw a beautiful woman in palace attire rushing in from the inner room, her beautiful face turned pale.

"See Concubine Liu."

Concubine Liu was full of anxiety, and almost screamed when she saw Wen Liang suddenly.She is not a sophisticated and calculating person, otherwise she would not be kicked out at this moment, and said angrily: "Even you are here to join in the fun, and you don't even look at who you are!"

Although Wen Liang doesn't spend many times in the palace every month, he is more stable than all the concubines. An old man in his 60s is actually the only one who can be favored by Yan Siyu's pillow for decades.

A woman with a bit of a brain would not have an affair with this rooster that can't lay eggs, but Concubine Liu just responded to the word "big breasts and no brains".

But Qin Cai knew that Wen Liang was secretly protecting her, and it was not easy to have a silly elder sister in the harem.He said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, the emperor ordered the Marquis of Changliu to enter the palace, please let me go."

Concubine Liu looked as if she had been punched by someone, she twisted her handkerchief and said in a low voice, "Did I not let you pass?"

Having said that, she did not dare to offend Qin Cai, so she moved aside with her personal servants.

Wen Liang and Qin Cai were about to go in when they suddenly heard the nurse next to Concubine Liu say: "Your Majesty, the Emperor is in a fit of anger, let's avoid it for a while."

This sentence was obviously meant for Wen Liang.

The corners of Wen Liang's eyes subconsciously tilted a little towards the nanny, but he didn't really look at the person, and stepped forward without hesitation.

Those who can survive in the palace have their own merits.Concubine Liu is honest and straightforward, but with the help of people around her, she has never made a big mistake so far. The most important thing is that she was drugged because of her appearance when she first entered the palace. It is impossible for her to have children in this life. Not very in the way of people.

And Wen Liang is one more than her - he has been by Yan Siyu's side for more than 40 years.

A long-term love may not be regarded as a good relationship, it is probably considered to grow old together.

It is said that a companion is like a tiger, even if Yan Siyu is really a tiger, Wen Liangneng has lived by the tiger's side for so many years, and he is far less afraid of him than others, and more is the familiarity of an old couple.At least he can figure out when Yan Siyu is really angry without entering the house, and when he just wants to shut up the crying women.

What's more, this tiger is about to die, and the ending between them can only be estimated in the past few days.

Wen Liang was thinking as he walked, he had no heirs to his family, and had no title of Marquis of Changliu. The gold, silver and jewels that had been rewarded were not only managed in the palace, but the rest would be sent back to the treasury with excuses, and there was no money left in the house.A group of generals in the court, headed by Dou Shabao, still miss him, but only these old guys, and the young people worship Ye Wentian who shakes the dynasty's prestige beyond the sea.

For a short distance, there is nothing to worry about behind the scenes, even though he doesn't know how Yan Siyu will deal with him, Wen Liang has no fear.

When he entered the room and saw the concubines kneeling neatly on the ground, he felt more and more at ease.

"Wen Liang, the Marquis of Changliu, has arrived."

Wen Liang already had the will not to kneel, so he just stood and saluted.

Yan Siyu was half leaning on the bed, fine and dense wrinkles irresistibly occupying his face, only the narrow and long eyes still retained the sharp and persistent youth.

In the past few years, his health has been getting worse and worse. At first, he looked for famous doctors everywhere, but later he gradually became tired, and realized that even if he lived, he would only be able to linger on his last breath, and he was too ugly.

Seeing Wen Liang, Yan Siyu showed a smile on his face, and said: "You all go down, I want to have a few words with Wen Liang alone."

After he was critically ill, he had not summoned any important ministers, let alone met any prince alone, and now that Wen Liang was left alone, everyone was a little more thoughtful when they retreated.

The room was empty, only Qin Cai stayed on Yan Siyu's bedside, like a clay sculpture.

"I am 64 years old this year," Yan Siyu's voice paused, then softened suddenly, and sighed, "You are also 69, I really didn't expect us to live so many years. Thinking about those things back then, I am sorry for you. "

Wen Liang had guessed what Yan Siyu would say to him at this time, but he never thought that he would actually leave the last moment for his children's affair.

"Your Majesty, that's all in the past." Wen Liang has always been very serious. He is also a very serious tall old man when he is old. Just like when he was young, he said the most careless words with the most serious attitude. A deep mark is carved on the stone, "The important thing is now."

If it was Yan Siyu more than ten years ago, he would have laughed out loud and accused him of being indifferent.

But now he is dying and about to become "the past".

"After I die, you don't have to die, but in this life you can't leave Beijing, you can't have affairs with others, and you can't see Wen's family." Yan Siyu's voice was very tired, because he was aware of his own ugliness and powerlessness, and said frankly The oppression of power, and the suspicion of coercion with last words, are the rough styles he dislikes the most.

Unexpectedly, Wen Liang replied almost without thinking, "Okay."

Yan Siyu's eyes moved when he heard the words, and he repeated in a low voice: "Okay?"

It is "good", not the "yes" that this person often used.

"I am willing."

Yan Siyu rarely showed a foolish look on his face, and then smiled covertly: "You are the only one who is easy to bully."

"You're getting old." Wen Liang sighed and bent down, after thinking about it, he still sat on the head of his bed, opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but in the end he had nothing to say.

Everyone will grow old, and no matter how majestic and wise old people are, they will have many irresistible problems.Yan Siyu is a person who seeks the best in everything. Once he finds that he is "old", he will forcibly stop him, but when he dies, even if he is scolded and punished, Wen Liang still wants to remind him of the existence of more than 40 years.

The strongest bond connecting two people is not power, status, or love, but the long years.

Old people no longer think about the incomprehensible love, they start to like to remember, remember those days they spent together, the more they remember, the more they cherish.

Before I knew it, I had spent so many years with this person.

Yan Siyu is very busy, he doesn't have as much free time as Wen Liang to think back to the past, but the word "years" is not something that can be forgotten after all.

The skin around his eyes is as terrifying as tree bark. His sharp and narrow eyes have long lost their former charm, and his pointed chin is no longer handsome. Every time he looks in the mirror, the first thing he sees is always an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

The beauty of Yongxiong is afraid of seeing gray hair.

"You are also old, as old as a pine tree, strong and full of strength."

Wen Liang said: "Actually, I am old, but you can't see it in the capital. If you give me another army, I will definitely be beaten to pieces."

He has always been the only one who beat others to pieces. He never thought that one day he would admit that he would be beaten to pieces.

Yan Siyu smiled, with indescribable helplessness and sadness, and a little bit that he was not as happy as herself.

God is fair, Yan Ruyu's skin is old, but he has been wise and wise all his life. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have bloomed unprecedented brilliance in his hands. Even after thousands of years, he will be praised as a generation of Mingjun; The skin is still heroic, but the inside is no longer the invincible military spirit.

He lived in the capital for four years when he was young, and he was still able to strategize and win thousands of miles. Today's mediocrity is the best embodiment of "oldness".

For men, this kind of "oldness" is even more terrifying, and appearance is a minor issue.

The author has something to say:

☆, death in the same hole

"I have taken a secret medicine. No matter how much life I originally had, there are only seven days left, seven days full of energy and refreshed."

It was only then that Wen Liang noticed that although Yan Siyu was lying on the bed with sunken eye sockets and dark yellow skin, his energy was very good, and his posture lying on the bed was not the weakness of a long-sick person at all, but a long-lost ,ready.

"How many days does Your Majesty have?"

Yan Siyu was lying on the bed, with a somewhat smug smile, hiding countless ridicules: "Three days! I planned to use six days to see what my sons did, and the last day to decide on the next ninety-five supreme .But they are all too stupid, I used a small trick to make them mess up, just kneeling on the ground, all of them looked ashamed, and they entered the Palace of the King of Hades earlier than me."

Wen Liang didn't even bother to ask him what method he used.The emperor was critically ill, and the princes were all tensed in their hearts, unable to withstand the slightest teasing.He shook his head and sighed: "There must always be an emperor, even if he is short, it is better than no reserve."

Yan Siyu slapped his thigh heavily with the palm of his hand, only his white jade-like hands still retain traces of youth, but at this moment, these unstained hands also made a demeaning move, like Every countryman slapped his thigh like this: "I can't find it! Looking at them, I really wish I could strangle them all, so as not to embarrass me!"

Uncertainty is also a characteristic of the old man, and he scolds his younger generations, because they have no time to re-educate these unworthy descendants. Even if he is selfish, he will be angry that his sons have defeated his wisdom!

"After death, what's the use of these false names?" Wen Liang was used to adding a modal particle after the question, making his words sound more gentle, not as aggressive as Yan Siyu.

Yan Siyu was silent for a moment when she heard the words, then shook her head and said: "I don't know, I just know that I feel uncomfortable. Just like Yan Ye's death, it cast a little dust on my brilliant life, and I can't see it unless I look carefully. , let me... stain the dust."

Dust.

Even the gods and Buddhas in the temples could not escape the catastrophe of dust, but he was depressed by this little dust.

"You put yourself too high." Wen Liang sat on the head of his bed, and could touch the distance between each other with a slight movement, "I have been chasing you, watching you stand higher day by day, I have to work hard to reach It was not until you climbed into the sky that I suddenly realized that your heart is always high above, and I can't catch up. Now you are finally dying of old age, but I can still live for more than ten years. You say this Did I win this time?"

Being so close, they could vaguely feel each other's breath, Yan Siyu suddenly thought of a word - "old companion".There are many people coming and going around, and finally there is one person who can grow old with me.

He took his hand, the calluses were softened, but it was still wide and stable, but he couldn't find the dark red blood in the palm lines that he thought would never be washed off. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You are older than me."

Wen Liang smiled, at first he held his throat, but then it became smoother and smoother, his low-pitched laughter echoed in this room full of the smell of medicine and power, swaying around his own invariable Frank: "You never admit defeat."

Yan Siyu didn't admit it, and didn't admit it, she turned around and said, "It's getting dark, you'll be staying here tonight."

The implication is to be kind and gentle.

Wen Liang didn't expect this person to use such a shameless method, and his old face couldn't help turning red: "Many people outside the palace are waiting for news."

"Let them wait!"

"Do you think you're still a strong guy at 46?" Wen Liang frowned with dark gray eyebrows, holding Yan Siyu's hand that fell directly on his belt, "I can't bear the crime of regicide."

There used to be a monarch who died on a woman's belly. The ministers felt that this way of death really damaged the prestige of the country, so they forced the concubine to be accused of regicide and beheaded all over the house.This story was told by Yan Siyu as a joke to Wen Liang.

Yan Siyu turned over and fell on Wen Liang's body, and said, "Do you know how much energy I have spent convincing myself not to kill you? Anyway, I have already written the will. If you really 'kill the king', it will save me a lot of effort." , anyway, the Wen family outside the Great Wall has nothing to do with you."

Wen Liang didn't ask him how to write the will, and said flatly: "You still have three days."

"I think these three days are too long!" Yan Siyu said, "Some of my sons can't even wait for these three days. They form cliques for personal gain, and they even fight against the ideas of the imperial army. Instead of being pissed off by them, I'd rather die in your bed!"

Wen Liang thought of those princes, and said: "They're actually not bad, it's just... well, they're just not as good as you."

In Wen Liang's view, the princes are all very good, but only very good.Everyone is good, there is no one who is the best, and there is no one who can make him shine like Yan Siyu back then.

But the tall and handsome young man back then has turned into a thin old man, his frame has shrunk, so embracing each other like this feels a bit petite.

Really old, he can't remember how many times he has expressed such emotion.

"do it."

"it is good."

They are no longer like tigers and wolves when they were young, but they want to confirm each other's feelings and combine with the most intimate gesture, so that the existence of the other party can occupy all the energy.

They don't have a paradise, but they have someone who can give them peace of mind.

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In the 37th year of Ruidi's reign, Ruidi died at the age of 64.

On a bright and clear night, the news of Yan Siyu's death rang through the capital with Qin Cai's shrill voice.The people who had been waiting for a long time shed their tears, and the capital was hung with white cloth overnight, and the Ministry of Rites methodically produced a series of papers to present to the new emperor.

Whether they are favored or not, the women in the harem have one common task-to cry.

In the sound of crying, Qin Cai cast unconcealed joy in the eyes of several concubines.He chuckled lightly, and the old eunuch shook his head under the weird eyes of the people around him and said: "Your Majesty ordered that those in the harem who want to continue living underground with me should find a coffin in the imperial mausoleum and lie down in it, and don't mobilize the crowd, come quietly. "

The unspeakable sarcasm in this decree is free and easy, coupled with the faces crying to death, it is no wonder that the old eunuch wants to laugh.

Burial was originally a "good thing" for the Fuze family. Even if the concubine herself was not willing, the family would most likely be willing to bury the childless woman in exchange for benefits. Few of the concubines who were buried with them in the past were really willing to go underground and continue to serve the emperor of.Yan Siyu's move was probably his last act of benevolence, and the subsequent emperors would think more about burying people.

"Eunuch Qin, the emperor has summoned you."

Qin Cai hunched over his old waist, squinted and said, "What's the matter?"

The person who came to pass it on was a father-in-law who was quite favored by the new emperor. Seeing his arrogance, he secretly sneered, and replied honestly: "The Marquis of Changliu is missing."

Before Yan Siyu's death, there was an order that Wen Liang was not allowed to leave Beijing, not to have affairs with others, and not to see Wen's family.

Now that he hasn't even passed his first seven, he's gone.

Instead of being angry, Qin Cai turned his gaze to Qianqing Palace, and sighed: "He is a bad old man, the emperor will miss him."

"Elder-in-law, go see the emperor quickly. Today is not the same as in the past. The person in the seat is not your old master."

Qin Cai sneered, he looked like the late emperor by seven points, and said, "Have you been to the imperial tomb? If you haven't been there, it happens that our family is going too, and I will tell you in a dream."

The father-in-law was startled, widened his eyes and said, "You, are you going to..."

"Continue to serve His Majesty."

Regardless of the stunned father-in-law, Qin Cai stalked towards the carriage to the imperial mausoleum. The wind blew his purple clothes, as proud as a court minister.

The author has something to say: Love!

In fact, I really think this episode is very healing. There is a person who will accompany you to grow old slowly, and you will never leave it. It is super romantic.

I used the funerary meme I saw on the post bar, and I have obtained the original owner's permission, but I just can't find this post!