Wei Yangmou

The burial was extremely simple, only one person knew where he was buried, and he was the only one who knew that there were only a few clothes that he usually wore in the heavy coffin, and the body was burned to ashes and placed in a jade altar with A pot of Polygonatum odoratum was placed next to the dragon bed in Weiyang Palace.

Afterwards, I was seriously ill, and I always remembered what I said in a daze, then——as you wish.

The emperor graciously let some of the maids out of the palace, cheers erupted in the palace, but he just stood in a daze behind the desk and looked at the columbarium until suddenly a person knelt in front of him before he came back to his senses.

Who is this?Some familiar...

"Since you can't be favored by His Majesty, please let Your Majesty let the servants out of the palace..."

The pear blossoms of that person were crying with rain, and his beautiful eyes were shining with water. Different from Chen Ajiao's arrogance and arrogance, he was very gentle and careless.

But I just remembered that this person danced like a sword dancer. At first he was stunned by this, but was misunderstood by Princess Pingyang and finally sent him in.

At the beginning, he did see her a few times, but when he came back later, he also forgot about her. It turned out that she was still there, so... let's stay.

"Look, you walked away quickly, but so what, do you think I will be heartbroken? How is it possible? I don't have any kind of person I want, so it doesn't matter if I don't have you...

But, why do these women look more and more like you? This is wrong. Obviously, I have forgotten what you look like... You have been gone for so long.

Why do I still think of you when I see them, if I look like them, I guess they look like you, but why are their children not like you at all...

Maybe you don't want it, maybe you have hated me a long time ago, and you left so resolutely in the end...

But I... "It's really not as cold-hearted as I thought, I still can't forget you after all, I will remember you forever...

Laughing, his body can't last long, but even so, "You still have to be with me, your ashes, you... don't even think about leaving me for a moment... I can't escape what I want, I seem to be , I hate you a little..."

He raised his hand, and the waiter rushed to help, but unfortunately he was a step too late, the Polygonatum odoratum was swung down, the porcelain basin was smashed, and the soil fell out.

"The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die... Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

The servant hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty. In recent years, the emperor has become more and more moody. A servant is already very careful in his actions, but accidents are impossible to prevent.

He was stunned again, he would always be like this after death, but as time went by, his majesty became more and more powerful, almost no one dared to look at him directly, so no one noticed it all the time.

The servant was still begging for mercy, and he waved his hand feebly, signaling to the palace staff to clean it up, replant the Polygonatum odoratum, and then put it back.

The palace people cleaned up neatly, and then became dazed at the ashes. He remembered that sometimes he would read the "Book of Songs", not many times, and almost every time there was a sentence-it is advisable to drink wine and grow old together.Qinse is in the imperial court, so it's better to be quiet.

"Your Majesty..." The servant knelt under the bed, holding a dirty bamboo tube in his hand.

I was taken aback.Perhaps it was because the bamboo tube had been buried for too long, even though it had been processed with medicine, it still started to rot, and the gray-brown mold marks were all over the bamboo tube, which was very obvious.Inexplicably excited, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The bamboo tube didn't even need to be opened, just a light force, and the whole piece shattered, revealing the yellowed cloth, and the color of the cinnabar had already dimmed.

But it is still bright, and I read the short lines seriously: Yiyan drinks, and grows old together.Qinse is in the imperial court, so it's better to be quiet.

His hand trembled, and the cloth fell lightly to the ground. He remembered what Tian Fu said before he died—do you think I really killed him?He died because of you...

Is that so? Yiyan drinks and grows old together.Qinse is in the imperial court, why not be quiet?

Thinking of the deep and suppressed laughter, there was a pain that seemed to be torn.The servant huddled aside, gritting his teeth, the laughter reached his ears, and even his chest ached.Then he heard the ninth-five-year-old said softly: "It turns out that I harmed you..."

He thought that he would fall into eternal sleep, or look at his back from afar on the Naihe Bridge, but when the light appeared in front of him again, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had suffered from lovesickness for decades, and couldn't see him for a few days...

There was still the suffocating pain in his chest when he understood the truth.In fact, he doesn't want to wake up. Now he doesn't even have the right to resent. It's really sad. Why did you meet me?

The chest hurts, and the brain also hurts. He stretched out his hand and hit his head. There was a bang in the head, and he almost passed out.

After being motionless for a while, he regained his ability to think. He raised his hand to have a look, bronze skin, thin muscles, and well-proportioned slender fingers, why are they so strong?

Wait... Another look, he is 70 years old, why do his hands look like this?

He moved his hand, although it was unbelievable, but it was obvious that this hand really belonged to him.

Moreover, his body was a little strange, he turned over and kicked the bedpost, but he couldn't control the force well, only heard a "click", the whole bedpost broke, and fell to the ground with a "touch".

Hearing the noise, the servant barged in, looked at the one who was still on the bed, did not salute or inquire, and yelled outside the door: "Your Highness has broken another bed, go and tell the queen, so that you can get it from the library again." Bring one up."

"Hmph, to put it lightly, why don't you go? Who doesn't know that the queen is facing a lot of trouble, and whoever goes there will be beaten by the young master..."

There was also the servant's voice outside the door, but it sounded younger.The two completely disregarded those who were sitting on the bed, and started arguing with each other.

His face darkened: "Presumptuous!"

Both of them were startled, and looked over at him in astonishment, and then showed a bit of disdain and contempt on their faces in unison.

"Yo, our master is normal or abnormal again, just be stupid, it will happen once at any time, we people are really miserable now, with such a master, don't say Wealthy, it would be embarrassing to say it!"

The young servant outside the door also came over, looking a little timid, and stretched out his hand to grab the speaker: "You better say a few words."

The two started arguing with each other.

Seeing their reaction like this, I am also a little strange, he is very strict with his subordinates, not to mention that his subordinates are so rude, even if they look up at their master on weekdays, few people dare to look directly at their master, these two people...

Moreover, he has been on the throne for 54 years, why is he called "His Royal Highness", and the queen... He obviously married Chen's Gillian as the queen after he ascended the throne, where did the queen come from?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, he looked down at his hand again, and then touched his cheek, this feeling... completely stunned.

Seeing him in a daze, the two servants came back to their senses. The younger one glanced at him and asked casually, "Your Highness, are you hungry?"

But the body stood firmly, without any sign of going to get food.

He lowered his head and concealed his changing expression. Although he was still not sure, was it really the resurrection that the alchemist said?

When Li Yan died of illness, I dreamed of him for the first time since his death. In the past, no matter how much Liu Che missed him, that person would never fall asleep, but at that time...

Surprised and pleasantly surprised, he immediately ordered people to summon the underworld warriors, but no one could tell why.

As time passed, even he himself found it ridiculous, and gradually he stopped thinking.But he didn't know that before he died, there was another person who went to Weiyang Palace without anyone noticing, and spent his whole life to draw a life-and-death formation for him, and left a verse: To be broken is to be reborn.

I feel that I should be resurrected, but the situation in front of me is obviously something I have never experienced before, so this argument seems untenable.

"Noisy and noisy, how decent!" Qingli's voice came over again, interrupting their clueless thinking.

"I know I'm wrong." The two people who didn't pay attention to them just now restrained their arrogance and knelt down on the ground respectfully.

The person outside the door walked in and looked at it without blinking. The person was wearing a moon-white gown, and the clothes were a bit weird—it wasn’t a skirt, and there were soap holes on his feet——

It wasn't shoes. With the sound of footsteps, the person walked closer and closer, and finally saw the person's face clearly. He felt a "boom", and his brain went blank. I can't say it, I can only scream silently in my heart——

"Your Highness, are you feeling better?" He stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, the majesty between his brows disappeared the moment he looked at him, leaving only a bit of haggard worry.

"Opened his mouth, still unable to make a sound, but subconsciously grabbed the hand on his forehead and clenched it tightly.

Junxiu's face froze for a moment, and then he seemed to understand. The illness is good and sometimes bad, but even when it is good, he can just say a few words, and his thinking is still unclear. When I was bullied, I couldn't speak, so I could only yell those two words "..."

The bottom of his heart felt sore and aching. What he couldn't stand the most was that this person was wronged. He clenched his hands, and stared fiercely at the two servants kneeling outside the door, and said coldly: "How courageous, even The master dares to bully like this, someone will sell them to..."

This was the voice that haunted him, and he blinked, and pulled him into his arms, hugging him desperately.

Dazed for a moment, the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak, so he had to gently push twice, but was hugged even tighter, so he could only pat the man's back comfortingly, but he was even more annoyed in his heart. I just wish I could execute those two servants Ling Chi.

Unlike Shun Shundang who ascended the throne in the previous life, King Jiaodong in this life suddenly had a high fever when he was 14 years old and burned him into a fool. However, his biological mother, Wang Zhi, still had a son. The talented person unexpectedly became an outcast of the royal family, even a slave dared to bully him.

He clutched the clothes on the back, he was already married, and his situation was so difficult, if he hadn't...wouldn't it be difficult? !

He couldn't help trembling, every time at this time he would be extremely grateful that he ignored the eyes of the world and married as a man, if he could protect him even a little bit more, it would be enough for him.

After being excited, he finally realized that something was wrong with the person in his arms. He pulled the person out to take a look, only to see that the pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes were already red, and his not-so-thin body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you? Huh? Don't scare me..." Instantly recalling the fictitious adultery case before he died, could it be that he really hates himself to this extent...

Then he came back to his senses, and secretly spurned himself again, knowing that it was...why do you still doubt him?

Shaking his head, he suddenly raised his head to look at him, his voice trembling involuntarily: "Your Highness, you..."

Speaking so clearly and looking so normal, this was simply impossible before!

This is... okay?Excited in his heart, the seven-foot man actually had the urge to cry.

Although he suppressed it, he still couldn't help hugging her, and pressed his cheek against the other's neck, relying on the warmth from the skin to remind himself that this was not a dream.

Touching his head, he didn't understand what was going on, but subconsciously hugged him back, his hands trembling slightly uncontrollably, this is the person he has missed for decades, and now It just appeared in front of my eyes alive.

This is good, this is good, no matter what is going on, as long as you are here, this is good...