[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

It was the Double Ninth Festival again, but the Songyue King City was lifeless, without any popularity.

After the fourth generation of King Guangzong of Goryeo came to the throne, he decreed that the Double Ninth Festival should be canceled nationwide, and anyone who celebrated the Double Ninth Festival would be severely punished.

The common people didn't know why, but after some unbelievers were punished, they no longer dared to climb high to admire chrysanthemums and dogwoods.

The outside of the palace was lifeless, and the inside of the palace was equally deserted.

Wang Zhao, who was dressed in a black dragon robe, leaned wearily on the dragon chair. The hall was completely dark, but the palace servants behind him had long been accustomed to this environment. The king kneaded the swollen and painful temples.

Since he ascended the throne, the king would order the palace people to turn off the lights in the main hall every day after handling the government affairs, and sit alone in the dark. Annoyed the king and lost his life.

"Go down." Wang Zhao's sigh came from the darkness, and the palace servants retreated as if they had been pardoned, but there was still no sound of footsteps.

Wang Zhao spread his hands in the dark. His hands were bloody since he was about to seize the heir. Whether it was the tenth couple who died unjustly, the third child who deserved what he deserved, the eighth child who kept a knife in his smile, and the ninth child who helped others to abuse him, they were all there. He lost his life at his hands.

Later, Yuji, the last princess of Baekje, died because of him falling from a building, and even Lao Shisan left heartbroken.

"His Majesty……"

Shang Gong stood outside the door tremblingly and said: "The queen is worried about the king's health, so she sent a bowl of lotus seed soup, please use it."

In order to consolidate the royal power, he married a lot of concubines whose names he couldn't even name, Wang Zhao smiled wryly.

A loner, a loner, and now he really is a loner.

There was no sound in the main hall for a long time. Shang Gong thought that there was no one in the hall, so she stood there for a while and went back. She walked quickly through the long corridor leading to the apse, but stopped hesitantly.

Zhanxing Terrace - the highest place in the palace, since Sitian enshrined Cui Zhimeng's funeral, no one has settled in, so it has become a deserted corner of the palace, but there, how can there be lights?

An Zixuan released a Kongming Lantern, stood on the attic of Zhanxingtai and watched it slowly rise into the sky until it merged with the stars in the sky, making it impossible to tell you from me.

Wang Zhao, I will fly a Kongming lantern in the night sky to illuminate your path ahead. I only hope that you will walk out of the darkness and move forward bravely.

This place has not changed at all, the old magic stick's telescope that can't see the stars, the flying wings hanging from the ceiling, and the little porn books in the attic.

An Zixuan pushed Wang Zhao's room away, opened the bedside table, and took out a wooden box that had been dusty for a long time.

The wooden box was placed with her backpack back then, but she ignored it because she was extremely surprised to find the backpack.

She looked carefully at the dusty wooden box, and remembered the gift box that fell into the pond that year.

He didn't tell her what the gift he prepared for the tenth prince was because of it?

The buckle made a "click" sound on An Zixuan's fingertips, and the lid opened with a creak. Inside were several framed wooden boards with a square of seven inches. An Zixuan stretched out her hand to take it out, only to realize that it was not a wooden board , but a few exquisite reliefs.

The first piece, the moon cage and the light veil, the stars are like shadows and water, he and her share the stars, telling ancient and beautiful myths, this is the first time they have settled their differences.

The second piece, in the afterglow of the setting sun, with lush forests and bamboos, she and he are playing in the forest, comparing who picks more and bigger zong leaves, this is them at Hachioji's house.

The third piece, long smoke and water, delicate shadows and clear rhyme, a few clear waters on the river surface with slight ripples, it was he and her in a competition, and she still remembered a hasty kiss, which made her run away.

In the fourth piece, the black clouds turn over the ink, and the white jade jumps into the beads. He and her are facing each other in the torrential rain curtain, separated by a huge altar for praying for rain. She thought he didn't see her.

fifth block...

Sixth block...

Every time she took out a piece, An Zixuan's heart ached, until the pain was so extreme that it could not be superimposed, until the pain wiped her out like a tide.

Every piece of relief is their memory, and every piece of relief is an indelible memory.

"Zi Xuan……"

An unbelievable voice suddenly sounded from behind, An Zixuan froze, and slowly turned her head, and dimly saw Wang Zhao standing behind her in a black dragon robe, just as she had seen him for the first time.

At that time, he was dressed in black clothes, and he was full of fear, but now when he saw him, he was exhausted and sharp-edged.

One step at a time, he walked slowly, his steps were firm and unshakable, and in the next second, An Zixuan fell into a familiar embrace.

Tears welled up for a moment, and the re-hardened heart defense collapsed again at this moment. Wang Zhao buried her on her shoulder, breathing in her scent with such force, as if he wanted to imprint her in his heart forever.

He murmured in her ear, his voice trembling and frightened: "Don't leave me...please...don't leave me again."

Suddenly there was a slight thud on his forehead, and he saw An Zixuan spread his palms, and a four-cornered rice dumpling with its mouth opened came into view.

"Hey, don't cry, please eat rice dumplings."

The author has something to say:

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