King Solo

Dazzling, Murong Li recalled the scene when Xi Heng was lying in his arms and crying, but now, the swaddling baby back then is now a four-foot boy.

Yan Heng: "Beauty, my father said that you are very knowledgeable, so do you know what is the pattern on my shoulder?"

Murong Li "is a word"

Yan Heng suddenly excitedly said "what word": no one has ever recognized it

Murong Li: "Well... I won't tell you yet"

Yan Heng: "Beauty, why are you more naughty than me?"

Murong Li couldn't help laughing when he heard this, this guy, but he was speechless

"Tell Heng'er a story"

Murong Li "What story does Heng'er want to hear"

"Heng Er wants to hear your story"

Murong Li paused and said, "I...what am I good at?"

Yan Heng "But I just want to hear the story of a beautiful woman"

Murong Li, "Well... 'Beauty', how about the beauty tell Heng'er the story of 'Beauty'?"

"Ok, ok, ok"

Murong Li, "Once upon a time, there was a child who went to bathe in the lake with his companions, but met a strange child. The child picked a flower and said to the child..."

After Xi Heng finished washing, Murong Li carried the child to the bed, habitually held Murong Li's arm, squinted his eyes and muttered vaguely, "In the end, did the child marry her?"

Murong Li stopped suddenly, and lightly smoothed the short hair on the forehead of Yan Heng, "I got married, and the two lived a happy life from then on."

Yan Heng: "Well...that's good...beauty...beauty...don't go..."

Murong Li leaned over and whispered in Heng'er's ear, "Go to sleep, the beauty will not leave, the beauty will accompany Heng'er"

But a story is just a story after all, and the ending of the same story will have different similarities and differences depending on the narrator, but the reality is bitingly cruel.Murong Li told the story with a happy ending, which is enviable, but this is not the first time Xi Heng has heard this story.

After the Shangyuan Festival, Zhi Ming and Zhi Xiao took their families and left. Murong Li stood on the city wall, still in the same position as before, but no matter how much reluctance there is, what should be let go will eventually be let go. It is futile to entangle.

But in the past month, Murong Li has been very happy, at least, he has a month of memories, slowly recalling Yan Heng, remembering this hard-won life.Even if it is only a moment of tenderness, it is enough for him to persist for several years.

Half of the six-year period has passed, and for the remaining three years, Murong Li doesn't plan to get together with Xi Heng again, because they are too attached to each other, and the one who stays will be the most tired if one party is missing. On this point, Murong Li Since he was seven years old, he has clearly known that he has suffered so much from parting in his life, so he does not want his children to follow in his footsteps.

But Murong Li forgot one thing, the child was born by him, and he and Zhi Ming are both infatuated people, so why would Yan Heng be so unfeeling?Now that some causes have taken root and sprouted, it is only a matter of time before they bloom and bear fruit.

Destination (in the finale)

At the beginning of March in the sixth year of Qikun, Murong Li passed out in the court hall, and has been ill ever since.

Murong Li was lying on the bed, coughing badly, Fang Ziming was sitting beside him, accompanied by Murong Li, Fang Ye hurried over and said, "Master, Geng Chen has arrived at Tianquan, but..."

Murong Liqiang braced his body and got up, "It's because you insist on not letting go, right?"

Fang Ye lowered his head and didn't say much, but his eyes were already reddened. Fang Ziming said earlier that the master would only live for a month at most, and the messengers he sent sent several times, but no one came for a long time.

Murong Li smiled indifferently, "That's fine too, lest Heng'er and I...don't...cough cough...it's better..."

Murong Li took out three tokens made of pure gold from the brocade box beside him and handed them to Fang Ye, each of which was engraved with a symbol that looked like a word but not a word, and a picture that looked like a picture. The notch on Heng's shoulder.

Murong Li, "Fang Ye, these three tokens, you, Xiao Ran and Brother Ye, each have one token. If Heng'er comes to you in the future, you must help him..."

Fang Ziming, "Fang Ye, each of these three tokens can mobilize 20 troops. The matter is very important, so don't say anything."

Fang Ye "The subordinates will live up to the entrustment of the master"

Murong Li, "This, perhaps... is the only thing I can do for him"

Fang Ziming forced an apologetic smile and said, "A Li, I just drank the medicine, I'd better go to bed first, and when you recover, we'll go to Tianquan to see Heng'er together."

Murong Li smiled lightly and followed Fang Ziming's movements and lay down on the quilt behind him, Tao Hua's beautiful eyes closed again, Fang Ziming came out seeing Murong Li's breath gradually calming down

When the door was closed, Murong Li got up reluctantly, put on a cloak and wrote something in front of the table.Originally, he didn't want to see himself like this forever, but now, when people really reach the end of their lives, they will realize how reluctant, urgent and unwilling that obsession is.

He didn't want to bear it anymore, and he didn't want to bear it anymore. In this life, he had endured too much and allowed too much. This time, he wanted to fight for what he wanted.

Fang Ye and Fang Ziming were circling back and forth outside the bedroom in a hurry. Half a month had passed, and Fang Ziming knew better than anyone else that Ali's ability to survive until now was all due to his will.

On the seventh day of July last year, Murong Li suddenly caught wind and cold. Since then, his health has deteriorated. Fang Ye watched Murong Li's young man gradually turn gray, and his five senses gradually weakened.Why does God make good people suffer so much, while a treacherous man like Mr. Zhao can live like a fish in water.

Seven days later, the Tianquan Palace received Murong Li's decree to canonize Yuheng as the crown prince of Yaoguang, and asked him to leave immediately to return to Yaoguang without any mistakes.

The sun was shining brightly and the spring breeze was warm. Murong Li had been lying in bed for several months. The weather today was exceptionally clear. With Fang Ye's support, Murong Li left the bedroom and lay quietly on the bench basking in the sun. The difference in the past is that there is no Yuqiong flower, no other accessories, just pure red, festive red, and gorgeous red, which looks more like a wedding dress.

Murong Li looked at the Yuqiong flowers blooming in the yard, and slowly said, "Ziming, why isn't Heng'er here yet?"

Fang Ziming forcibly suppressed the soreness in his throat, smiled and said, "Isn't there a letter from Ah Chen, it will arrive at noon today at the latest, soon..."

Today's Murong Li's complexion is ruddy, his desire for breakfast has increased greatly, he has eaten a lot of medicinal porridge, his expression is much more energetic than before, and he even speaks a little louder, Fang Ziming knows best in his heart that Murong Li is a symptom of returning to the light .

Fang Ziming: Ali's expression was a little strange since he had dinner early in the morning. It seems that Ali already knew about it.

Fang Ye happily said all the way, "Master, the Crown Prince has come down, has entered the city gate, and can enter the palace soon."

Murong Li smiled lightly and said, "Okay, very good."

The sound of horseshoes approaching gradually, it seems that Yan Heng entered the palace on horseback, Murong Li tidied up his clothes, looked at Fang Ye and said, "Is your appearance still decent?"

Fang Ye smiled and nodded, but in Murong Li's view, Fang Ye's smile was uglier than crying. With the same surname as Fang, in terms of fake smiles, Fang Ye was several blocks away from Fang Ziming.

As soon as Yan Heng arrived at the door of the bedroom, he hurried in, ran to Murong Li, looked at Murong Li and suddenly smiled and said, "Beauty, you are fat."

Before Murong Li opened his mouth, Heng Heng had already taken off his shoes and was lying on the narrow bench, his body was tightly pressed against Murong Li, and he had grown quite a few small arms, wrapping around Murong Li's neck with ease, his small head stuck to the Murong Li's chest, listening to the thumping sound in the chest, it's just that compared to what he heard before, the sound now is a little messy, and it's not as sonorous and powerful as before.

Murong Lihuan put his arms around the person in his arms, and lightly patted Xi Heng's vest with his palms, just like back then.

Murong Li "Heng Er"

He closed his eyes, "Yeah"

Murong Li, "Heng'er..."

Yan Heng "Hmm..."

Murong Li "Heng Er"

Yan Heng "Hmm..."

忞heng "beauty"

Murong Li: "Hmm..."

忞heng "beauty"

Murong Li: "Hmm..."

Zhi Ming slowly approached Mr. Murong Li, Murong Li's black hair was now gray, not at all what he saw before, Zhi Ming's heart felt like being roasted by fire: A Li! A Li...

Murong Li gently supported the child's cheek with his thin fingers and said, "Heng'er has grown up."

Yan Heng "Well, but I don't like it": Because when Heng'er grows up, the beauty will also grow old...

Murong Li smiled and said, "Heng'er, let's bake another taro for the beauty, the beauty wants to eat it"

Yan Heng "Okay, beauty, you have to wait, you must wait! I'll go back as soon as I go"

Murong Li held Yan Heng's arm, and said softly, "You asked me earlier, the word was..."

Ji Heng listened to Murong Li whispering in his ear

Murong Li "Go"

After running a few steps, Xi Heng looked back at Murong Li, Murong Li smiled happily, nodded slightly, and Xi Heng ran away in peace

Zhi Ming came to Murong Li's side, looked at Murong Li, and A Yu stood silently beside him

Murong Li said weakly, "Your Majesty" The sound of "My Majesty" has not been called by Murong Li for a long time, and Zhi Ming may not have heard it for a long time

Zhi Ming squatted down and said "A Li" This "A Li" is so tender, even gentler than this Nuan Yang, and this "A Li" has not been called by Zhi Ming for a long time, maybe Murong Li has not heard it for a long time up.

Murong Li, "Your Majesty, I have something to do. I want to ask Your Majesty to take care of A Yu and Heng'er for me. Majesty, can you do it?"

Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li, his eyes glowed red, he gently held Murong Li's hand on his abdomen and said, "A Li, don't worry, I will take good care of them."

Murong Li looked into Zhi Ming's eyes and said, "That's good."

Zhiming, "Ariko, what else would you like to say?"

Murong Li looked at Zhi Ming for a while before he said, "Your Majesty, fold a flower for me."

Adhere to "good"

Murong Li's voice gradually became weaker, "Don't bother, fold that... the most blooming..."

Zhiming turned around and went to fold the freshly bloomed Yu Qiong in the distance, but before his hand arrived, Fang Ye said loudly, "Don't break the most blooming one!"

Zhi Ming's hand holding the flower branch stopped, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart, he changed his hand and broke a flower branch that was about to bloom.

Murong Li looked at the figure engraved into the bone marrow, and filled his brows with a few smiles: Although I, Murong Li, have only a short life of more than [-] years, I have tasted all kinds of life, suffered pain, complained, laughed and cried I have loved and hated her before, but I have never regretted it. It's just that Heng'er, in the future, I am afraid that the beauty will never be able to do a birthday portrait.Henger, my Henger, the biggest regret in my life is not being able to be with you, never watching you babble, never seeing you toddler, never teaching you to write a word.The beauty wants to accompany you until you succeed in your studies and grow up, wants to see you marry a wife and have children, and wants to see you become a parent.But in this life, after all, I owe you too much. I brought you into this world, but I never gave you the life you wanted for a day, and I never fulfilled the responsibility of being a parent for a day.Henger, the beauty is sorry for you, but Henger, the beauty loves you, really, really loves you, loves you so much, my Henger!I'm sorry beauty!

Murong Li looked at Zhi Ming who turned around and walked towards him holding a flower branch, and smiled slightly, that smile was so charming and unique.

The slightly raised jade hand approached Zhiming's flower, and Zhiming also reached out to pass the flower over, but as fate would have it, Murong Li's hand that was about to touch the flower branch fell off, and those peerless beautiful eyes were closed forever, accompanied by The crystal clear drop of water in the corner of the eye will never open again.

Zhiming's hanging arm still kept his posture, but tears fell to the ground, a few stone flowers were reflected on the bluestone slab, Fang Ziming looked up at the sky, the tears still broke the dike, Fang Ye knelt on the ground, covering his mouth with his hands However, this majestic commander of the forbidden army cried more embarrassingly than the beggars on the street. A Yu sat slumped on the ground, looking straight at Murong Li, suppressing his tears, he was very much like the Murong Li back then.

Ji Heng ran over with the roasted taro, grabbed the flower branch from Zhi Ming's hand and put it in Murong Li's limp palm, "Beauty, this is your favorite Yuqiong flower. Didn't you say it has the best fragrance? I have roasted the taro, you promised me, you said you would wait for me, you are the king, how can you be foolish?"

He kept suppressing the emotions in his heart and did not shed a single tear. In this point, he is surprisingly similar to Murong Li.

Zhiming took a step forward, and took Yan Heng into his arms, but Yan Heng pushed Zhi Ming fiercely and roared loudly, "Why are you so slow, can't you go faster? It's only one step away, just one step away , just a little bit, just a little bit..."

Ji Heng put his arms around Murong Li's neck, he didn't let go of his grip, he didn't cry or make a fuss, he just hugged him silently, and remained motionless like this for three full hours.

At the beginning, it was Murong Li who hugged Nian Heng, but now it is Nian Heng who hugs Murong Li, but no matter what, no matter who hugs whom, the one who takes the initiative to hug is the most painful.

Before the funeral, Yan Heng only said to Zhi Ming, "My surname is Murong."

Zhiming "hmm"

There are thousands of miles of yellow clouds, wild geese and snow, like feathers, but the snow in May will eventually leave no trace of snow.

The mighty queue formed a long queue. Compared with Zhiming's wedding at the beginning, Murong Li's funeral was even more grand. He had arranged everything well before and said that the funeral would be simple, but when the golden bell in the palace rang, the people spontaneously raised their voices. After leaving the house, wearing white linen clothes, the streets and alleys of Wangcheng, every household spontaneously hung up white lanterns and black cloth belts.

On the day of Murong Li's funeral, the common people followed the funeral procession, forming a white dragon with no head or tail.As soon as the announcement of Murong Li's death was announced, the people of Quanjuntian all spontaneously felt that they could not farm for seven days, merchants did not open shops, soldiers did not practice, white lights were hung on the doors, white cloth was tied around the waist, and white rope was worn on the crown. The phenomenon is even worse.

The glory and affirmation after death contrasted with the achievements and achievements before birth. This scale is unprecedented and unprecedented.The only one who can match him is Murong Li.

At night, with the bright moon hanging high, Fang Ye appeared on the top of the city tower holding a white jade porcelain bottle, and scattered the powder in the porcelain bottle little by little. The dust drifted with the wind and scattered all over Yaoguang...

On May 6, 28th year of Qikun (May 348th, 28th year of Juntian), Yaoguang Wang Murongli died of illness at the age of 27. According to legend, Wang Zhiming, who was located in Tianquan County, was posthumously named Emperor Wenxian.

During Murong Li's tenth reign, he ruled the whole world, encouraged farming and mulberry, relieved the poor, spread benevolent government, built infrastructure, greatly reformed medical administration, cut down the plains, created new industries, made the people live in peace, the government was clear, and the court Qingping, the country is stable, the river is clear and the sea is clean, but there is no concubine or heir in the harem.

Before Murong Li died of illness, the people were ordered not to build temples for him, and not to enshrine his spiritual tablet in the royal tomb.

Later generations commented that during the reign of Murong Li, after the early banquets, he knew people well, was benevolent and frugal, had strict laws and regulations, clear internal affairs, clear rewards and punishments, loved the people, did not do conquests, worked hard to govern, and was a prosperous Mingjun who was dedicated to political affairs. The peerless emperor of all ages.

In Murong Li's life, there are turmoil in front of him like a wolf, and the world of mortals behind him.There is no history left in the country, and the name of the family is full of wind and frost.There is obsession in the heart, heavy burdens on the shoulders, and one mistake will pay for a lifetime.

Taking the world as the game, playing chess with bare hands, playing with the five kingdoms, disturbing the situation, breaking the false balance, and the sky is surging and thundering from then on.Both civil and military, strategizing, with thousands of plans, is not the country's destruction.Fate comes and goes, but it's just tricks and tricks, so what can you do if you have a heart.

Huiji will be hurt, love is deep and lifeless, and his life is miserable.A song of Dong Xiao, a smile away from the hustle and bustle.

Murong Li didn't believe in Buddhism, but in a short period of 27 years, he experienced the eight hardships of life, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and parting, long-term hatred, unable to ask for it, and unable to let go.

His whole life is an oath, and he has been burdened all his life. No matter how clever his calculations are, he has also endured all kinds of hardships and hardships, and eventually he was wounded and killed.

Abandoning everything for one person, getting wounded and burning in the years; for one person’s country and family, a momentary love is buried in memory; for one person’s tricks, losing a heart and ending in reincarnation; for one person Suying alone , Lost a wisp of soul and forgotten in the history books.

No matter if you pay your debts with your life, you will win your name in this world; no matter your grievances, if you pay your debts to death, you will not owe each other; Du Naihe Bridge.

In his life, he lived too hard after all...

Destination (finale part two)

On the sixth day of June in the sixth year of Qikun (the sixth day of June in Juntian 6), Zhi Ming ascended the throne as King Yaoguang, known as Emperor Ming in history.During Zhiming's reign, he still practiced the legal system promulgated by Murong Li. He was more diligent than Murong Li, cared for the people, had clear political affairs, made the people happy and prosperous, and the country was strong.

The moonlight is still the same, everything seems to have not changed, but the time has passed more than ten plants quietly.

The boy back then has white hair on his temples, and the face painted by the years is a little more peaceful, but also a little more helpless and desolate.

Zhiming withdrew his attendants and stood alone on the tall building of the palace, looking at the dim lights of the Wanjia, and wearing a luxurious cloak, but no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel pity, and holds a lonely heart for this lonely emperor cold sweat.

Pour a glass of turbid wine to the moon, and sigh a single word in life.

"The old man has never returned to the east of Luocheng, but today people are still fond of falling flowers. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year."

Zhiming raised his glass and looked at the moon and said, "Tell me, why does Yaoguang's royal city never change, but the people around me always replace their old ones with new ones?"

After drinking a cup, Zhiming smiled bitterly and said, "You once said, 'This world is impermanent, I can't control it' I have been young for years, and I don't believe in this world's impermanence, but now I do."

Zhiming poured another glass of wine and put it on the opposite side, shook his head lightly and said, "You are still the same, you can stand the test of the annual rings in every word."

Zhiming: "By the way, Heng'er stayed at Fang Ye's house for a few days recently, and I don't know if he's back today? His skill at roasting taro has improved again, and it is estimated that there will be no one in Juntian who can roast taro better than him." .The outside is charred and the inside is tender. It is just right, not too old and not tender, and the taste is also excellent. You must like it.”

In the distance, Xiaopang watched Zhiming talking and laughing to the three wine glasses alone, as if there was a person sitting in front of him, but Xiaopang couldn't remember how many times this was the first time.

That night, Zhi Ming drank a lot of wine by himself, and in the end, Xi Heng came back and carried him back to the bedroom.

The night was just right, suddenly, Zhiming was in a bustling street, and a huge lotus lantern on a tall building not far away bloomed in the night sky, like a full moon.

Black clothes "Quick! Don't let them run away!"

Black-clothed "Boss! They're entering the city!"

Zhi Ming watched as a young man in black clothes and a woman in red were washed away by the crowds in the busy street and drifted away.

Chased by a man in black with a knife behind him, the boy ran around in unfamiliar streets and alleys in a panic

At the end of the alley, the boy turned the road and knocked the oncoming girl to the ground. The girl saw the boy's panic, and pulled the boy to hide in a secret corner.

When the surroundings quieted down, the boy finally met the girl's face, and saw how familiar the girl was, "Why..."

The girl immediately covered the boy's mouth, and whispered, "Hush! Be quiet, those people seem to be still around"

The young man nodded knowingly, "Meet you again, what's your name, ask me before you come today?"

The girl paused for a moment and said, "You...just call me Little Taro"

Teenager "Little fish head? Your name is really... as cute as you"

But at this moment, the girl heard a small voice gradually approaching, saying in the boy's ear, "Hide here and don't move."

After all, the girl quickly ran away, and the sounds that were gradually approaching disappeared along with the girl's footsteps.

The girl shouted loudly while running, "Uncle Geng!..."

The moment Geng Wu heard the sound and drew his sword, the three men in black fell to the ground

Gengwu's face was slightly dark and he said, "Young master, you..."

The girl said, "Uncle Geng, I was wrong. I will never sneak out of the house again. There is still someone to save. Hurry up, Uncle!"

When the two rushed to the boy's hiding place, there was a person rushing from the alley behind him, Geng Wu protected the girl behind him and said, "Be careful!"

The girl stepped forward to help the boy up. The boy had no strength to stand up because he had been running for too long.And at this moment, on the high wall behind the two of them, a man in black climbed over the wall and fell, swiping the boy with a big knife. The sword blocked the fatal blow, but due to inertia, the tip of the knife still scratched the girl's left palm.

A Yu took a handkerchief and gently wiped the fine sweat from Zhiming's forehead, looked at Zhiming who was not sleeping soundly, and said, "Ziming said not to drink alcohol, and he drank like this..."

Yan Heng: "Father, you should also rest early, father and son can come and watch over you, your body has just recovered in the past two days, don't worry about it anymore"

A Yu "It's okay, Heng'er, come back and stay, and spend more time with your father"

"Yeah, father, let me come!" Yan Heng took the handkerchief from A Yu's hand and wiped Zhi Ming's body.

The baby in the past, the child in the past, and the handsome boy today, time is always the most ruthless, no matter what happens, it will never stop passing away.

Ji Heng covered Zhi Ming with the quilt, looked back at Zhi Ming when he retreated, and said softly, "Father, why are you doing this?"

On the third day of August in the 19th year of Qikun (the third day of August in the 361th year of Juntian), Zhiming was intractable due to labor and illness, and died in the palace at the age of 41.

Three days later, Murong Minheng ascended the throne, and Murong Minheng was known as Emperor Wenheng in history.Murong Minheng posthumously named Murongli Emperor Wen Zhao and Zhiming Emperor Mu Jing.

Seventeen years later, Emperor Wenheng went on an inspection trip, but he heard children singing and singing: "Secret Fu Yuqiong, don't cut it, don't disturb it, it's planted by Wen Zhao; cover Fu Yuqiong, don't cut it, don't lose it, it's rested by Wen Zhao; cover Fu Yuqiong, don't let it go." Don't bow to cut, as Wen Zhao said.

The sound of crying came from inside the spacious and magnificent carriage, resounding like a child...

On the 52th day of the winter month in the 394nd year of Qikun (the 73th day of the winter month in the [-]th year of Juntian), Murong Yu, king of Yu, passed away at the age of [-].Emperor Wen Heng chased Murong Yu, king of Yu, as King Huiming.

Murong Minheng has been in power for 42 years, the country is rich and the people are strong, great prosperity of benevolent government, adhering to the old system, developing new policies, appointing virtuous, respectful and simple and loving the people, wise and decisive, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and do not close their doors at night. There is peace, the world trade is prosperous, the economy is prosperous, and the national power is prosperous. The country is prosperous and the people are safe, showing an unprecedented prosperity, and later generations call it "the prosperity of Wenheng".

People all over the world know that Emperor Wenheng loved two things most in his life. One is that he likes to collect folk stories since he was a child. The collected stories are recorded in volumes, and he also builds an attic for storage and management alone. The other is to build wooden houses.

Behind Wangling Mountain, there is a temple built of high-quality snake-grain wood, to be precise, it is a hut.This is a wooden house that Murong Minheng personally selected, carved, transported, and built for 13 years. The wooden house is not very big, but its structure is exquisite and dense.There is no decoration in the house, only murals painted by Xi Heng on the wall.

All the works of this house were completed by Emperor Wen Heng alone. In order to build this house, Emperor Wen Heng studied with Lord Sikong for five years.No one else was allowed to enter this house. Every once in a while, Emperor Wen Heng would go to clean it himself. The love of Emperor Wen Heng for this house was known all over the world.

On the third day of March in the 61st year of Qikun (the third day of March in the 403rd year of Juntian), Wenheng Emperor Murong Minheng passed away at the age of 65.

On February 61, 26 of Qikun, Emperor Wenheng went out of the palace late at night with illness and went to the mansion of Huguohou. Later, he heard from the servants of Huguohou's mansion that after the king went up that night, he only said a word and left, but But the Marquis of Huguo cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

On the night of Emperor Wenheng's burial, a white-haired old man staggered up to the top of the Wangcheng Tower with a cane, holding a white jade porcelain bottle in his arms. The old man scattered the powder in the bottle with the wind. With tears in his eyes, his kind voice trembled and said, "Master, Your Highness came to find you..." After that, Fang Ye, the Marquis of the Protectorate, went away in tears that night, and his son Fang Jingli said, "When my father went, he was smiling. , no regrets in life"

And in that room, after the death of Emperor Wen Heng, there was an extra stone tablet with nothing inscribed on it.

……

---over

忞heng v.

Qikun has been in six years, I have been in Tianquan for six years, and only three years ago I went to Yaoguang once on New Year's Eve and met my uncle, but I still like to call him a beauty, my father and father love me very much, but I don't I like my father so much.

My father said that the beauty became a princess at the age of 13, and when I was 13, he would send me back to Yaoguang, but I couldn't wait until my 13th birthday.After the beauty's imperial decree came, I hurried to Yaoguang, but it was still a step too late. After all, the beauty couldn't eat the taro I baked.

In the third year of Qikun, my father took me and my father to Yaoguang. This month in Yaoguang was the happiest time of my life.Whenever the beauty has time, I pester him and let him hold me and read to me; from time to time, I watch Uncle Black and White bicker, and Uncle Hei and Uncle Chen squat on horseback. As long as I can be with the beauty every day, even I am also willing to learn the difficult way of kingship.

The day before New Year's Eve, the plum blossoms in the palace were in full bloom. I planned to give one to the beauty, but I saw my father standing under the plum tree with his arms around his waist from a long way away, admiring the plum blossoms. There was a smile, and the beauty was passing by not far from me, and happened to see this scene.

I silently watched everything happen. The beauty only glanced briefly, then turned around and left. Although there was no change in expression, I felt that the beauty was very sad. The red back in the cloak made me feel distressed and flustered.

On New Year's Eve the next day, when my uncle came back from his lodging, I deliberately swapped the beauty with my father's new clothes, which made the joke about my father chasing the beauty all over the palace.

It turned out that the father really couldn't tell the beauty from the father, and it was no wonder the father, after all, the beauty and the father looked too much alike.

But my father!Uncle Hei and Uncle Bai could recognize them, but Uncle Hei only missed him twice, and never again since.Why can they all recognize it, but you can't recognize it, father?

The two of them, as far as I am concerned, no matter what, I have never misidentified them. I don't need to look to know who is who.

From the first time I saw the beauty, I knew he was unusual. That day I lost my mother because of chasing a duckling. When the beauty held me in her arms, my ears were pressed tightly against his chest. I don’t know why , the sound of the heartbeat in his chest inexplicably reassures me, I like the sound of the heartbeat very much, his embrace is very warm, much warmer than mother's embrace, and I like the faint scent of his hair.

This is the first time I want to hug someone tightly, want to be with him all the time, want to be hugged by him all the time, I don’t know why I have such thoughts, when my mother found me, I was very reluctant Separated from him, I wanted to cry very much, so I was scared and pretended to be asleep.In fact, he secretly kissed me, I know, when he kissed me, I was so happy that I could hardly pretend anymore.

After returning home with my mother, my mother started to discuss things with my father that night. I was asleep at first, but I was woken up by peeing, so I heard all the conversations between my mother and my father.

It was also that night that I knew that I was not their own, and my perception told me that the beauty was inextricably linked to me.

When my uncle got married, my parents didn't intend to go back to Yaoguang, but in the end they were killed by a group of masked people, and I was also kidnapped. It was the beauty who rescued me. He hugged me tightly in his arms, He didn't untie the cloth band covering my eyes, he was afraid that I would see him hurt, so I followed the beauty's wishes.

What a beauty!The strong smell of blood on your body will never be forgotten in my life.

Later, the beauty was seriously injured, and I was very scared, very scared.I was afraid that he would continue to sleep like this. The beauty slept for many days, and I went to chat with him every day. After the beauty woke up, I thought that I would never be separated from him again, but in the end, I did.

I begged my father to send me to Yaoguang, but my father refused. In fact, I know that my father did not want to, and I also know who gave birth to me.

When the beauty and my father took me to the royal tomb, the eight swords were broken, and the white light of that day penetrated directly into my body, but the old man who saved the beauty told me that I will see some strange things in the future. Things, but I have to pretend I didn't see anything, so that the beauty will be fine.

After returning from the royal tomb, I saw a red rope wrapped around the beauty's ankle. One end of the red rope was tied to the father's foot, and the other end was tied to the father's foot. The red ropes on the ankles are all knotted, but the beauty's ankles are entangled.

Strangely, one of the red threads wrapped around the beauty's ankle branched out and stretched to another place before breaking.Later, I met many people, and I gradually understood what the red line meant. It was the marriage line. The knots of the red line, dead knots, slipknots, thickness, and colors all had different meanings.

Later, I also saw the yellow line, which turned out to be the line of kinship. My line of kinship was tied to the ankles of my father and the beauty, and the knot was tied to the ankle of the beauty. This also proved that my previous guess was correct.

Just as strange as the marriage line, the beauty's kinship line also separated into one. The red and yellow lines intertwined and broke not far away.

Later, I would have some strange dreams. I saw the young man in the dream die; or the young man became a general, bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield, and made great achievements; Wanguan's family wealth was wiped out in one day; he was born in a bitter cold, went through hardships, and finally achieved fame, but his son wanted to be filial and refused to wait for his relatives...

But they all have one characteristic in common, none of them lived past twenty, they all died sadly when they were most proud of their lives, and all of them were short-lived ghosts.

After the beauty left, I didn't cry or make trouble. The people all said that the beauty was a good king. I stood at the top of the city and watched the mighty funeral procession slowly move towards the royal tomb.

Uncle Bai told me that the beauty was standing in this position, watching his uncle's army pressing down on the border, watching his father Wang Shili Hongzhuang marry his father, watching us leave, and gradually disappearing from his sight.

It's just that when I stood in this position, I saw that it was indeed Qianli Baiyi who sent him to be buried.

Uncle Hei said that beauties like this place, and whenever they have time, they will come here to enjoy the wind. I think every time the beauties come here, it is not for the purpose of blowing air.

On the night of the beauty’s burial, Uncle Hei sneaked out of the palace with a white jade porcelain vase in his arms. I quietly followed him. I remember very clearly that the moon in the sky was white and round. A little bit of what was in it was spilled.

Moreover, the wind was very strong that night, and I was shivering from the cold wind after the snow fell, but I was reluctant to leave. I wanted to rush up and tell Uncle Hei to leave some for me, but I didn't want to bother, I didn't dare to rush Going forward, I had to stand silently, watching Uncle Hei sprinkle all the medicine in the white porcelain bottle. The moon is really too white and bright, and even bright people feel chills in their hearts...

On the night of my father's death, I paid everyone in the palace, including my father. He was dying and took my hand and said, "Heng'er, my father is sorry for one person in this life. You never asked about your own life experience. Now my father I want to tell you"

Yan Heng "Father, I know, I knew from the very beginning who the person who gave birth to and raised me was"

Zhi Ming, "Heng'er has been smart since childhood, your style of handling things and your temperament are very similar to Ali, and the one my father will be most sorry for in this life is Ali."

Yan Heng "Father, and Uncle, you are more than sorry, you said earlier that your father was your childhood savior, the person you have identified since childhood. It is only Father, do you know what Uncle likes to eat? "

Zhiming "A Li, I love taro, especially roasted taro"

Ji Heng, "Taro, fish head, is it taro or fish head, can Father really tell the difference?"

Later, when the father heard this, he only spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed away forever.

After the beauty died, she ordered everything about her to be erased. There is no historical record. I asked the two black and white uncles, and they were unwilling to mention it, and the king also did not want to mention it. No one familiar with me told me about the beauty. Folktales, because traces of beauty can be found in those stories.

I love to listen to storytellers in teahouses, even if I can recite those stories backwards, I still love to listen to them.

From the story that the beauty and my father told me, I know that the beauty is the person my father is really looking for, no matter what happened between the father and the beauty, whether my father owes the beauty or the beauty plots against my father , when the two of them met, it was a mistake, a mistake from the very beginning.

"The world is impermanent, and it is beyond your control." I often hear my father say it. When my father is seriously ill, I often hear my father in a coma.