The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

August [-]th, early morning.

Song Wei opened her eyes and yawned big. She only had one thought: Damn, I finally woke up!

Stretching out his hand to touch his left shoulder, the lump seemed to have gone down quite a bit.After sleeping for too long, my whole body was rusty.I really want to stretch myself, but someone told me not to lift my left hand for ten days.So he stretched out his right arm, swung it around a few times like turning a windmill, jumped out of the bed, and kicked his legs for a while.

He just made a noise here, and Li Yi came in to feel his pulse, and said a few more words.Lan Di led the maids in a file, greeted and greeted, changed clothes, poured water, brought medicine, set the rice.

Song Wei was handicapped with her left hand, so she stood very unclely and let herself be served.Ask: "Is my dad up yet?"

Butler Lan was helping to fasten the gold thread buttons on the skirt, and replied: "Your Majesty hasn't come down yet."

Although Lan Di's expression remained the same, Song Wei had no reason to feel that he was slandering His Royal Highness King Xiu.Touching his nose, he laughed dryly: "Then I'll wait for him. The old man is really... not in good health, why do you have to go to court early. Just see whoever has something to do."

After being imprisoned in Xianhou's mansion for ten days, and then in the palace for several days, Song Wei misses her own Prince Xiu's mansion a little bit.But the father didn't go to court, no matter what, he should wait to meet and talk before applying to go back.

After eating, I turned around twice inside and out, which was very boring.Seeing Dugu Mian's coat on the head of the bed, and the revised memorial on the desk, as if the person concerned hadn't left at all, or could show up at any time, it was a bit eye-catching.Since the emperor's father had gone early, of course Dugu's son had also gone early.For a while, I don't know whether to follow him to the bedroom to make trouble, or to intercept him at the gate of the palace when he is leaving the palace.

Thinking of this, Song Wei felt a little bored.But he didn't know that after talking with the emperor last night, the Marquis Xian fled in despair. Lost and lost is not enough to describe his embarrassment. He didn't even dare to enter the door of the warm pavilion, let alone take a look at him by the bedside.The unintentionally dropped coat and the draft of the memorial are all evidence of insanity and behavior.

From the time the sixth prince opened his eyes, all the servants tightened their strings, fearing that he would make some inappropriate actions that would aggravate his injuries.Stared at by several pairs of eyes, Song Wei is half disabled.It's really boring, so I simply took the draft of Dugu's memorial and looked through it.

Well, the handwriting is neat, well-organized, and the language is fluent.Most importantly, it is easy to understand.

As a general after Dugu, his writing style can only be said to be acceptable.However, there is something to be said, and there is no nonsense.Thinking and discussing, to the point.If he talked about other content, Song Wei might be at a loss, but he was talking about the tribute reception work this time.After the eldest grandson Ruchu made a lot of hard work, and experienced the most important three-day event, Song Wei knew everything about it, but she also had a comprehensive understanding.There are more than a thousand words in a memorial, but there is no obstacle in reading it. You can even see the thinking behind the person who wrote the memorial from the lines, as well as some unfinished words.

After reading it before I knew it, the long banners piled up quite thickly.I thought to myself, this fellow Dugu is diligent and hardworking, and has real skills.The emperor's father is actually quite lucky to have such a courtier.

When I looked up, I realized that at some point, all the idlers had retreated, leaving only an indigo stick at the other end of the table.As soon as he cast his eyes over it, Lan Butler immediately bowed and asked courteously, "Does Your Highness want to make a copy of the calligraphy, or to imitate the scriptures? I will grind the ink for Your Highness."

Song Wei smiled: "I'm sorry, your Highness doesn't copy postcards or copy scriptures. Why did the morning court take so long? Haven't you left yet?"

"Back to Your Highness, the morning court has already ended. Your Majesty feels quite unwell, so lie down and rest for now. I heard that His Highness is working hard, so I don't allow my ministers to disturb His Highness."

The word "work hard" came out of Butler Lan's mouth, and it couldn't be more upright.As thick-skinned as Song Xiaoyin, she couldn't help but blush.

"Well, I'll go take a look at my father." When he walked to the door, he didn't want to ask Dugu, so he asked Butler Li instead.

"Where's Li Yi? Why don't you see him?"

"The Uighur mission set off this afternoon. Mr. Li just left the palace and went back to his residence. He is going to send His Highness Guqiluo off on behalf of His Highness."

It was only then that Song Wei remembered that he left the guest at home completely. As the host, he never went back to greet him, thanks to Li Yishang who remembered it.But this time the situation is special. Besides, the tribute missions back to Hehe will save a lot of face, and the bone beggar's nephew probably won't be surprised.

Walking outside the door of the emperor's bedroom, it was Qing Yun who greeted him and whispered: "Your Highness, Your Majesty just fell asleep."

Song Wei also lowered her volume: "Then I'll take a look and withdraw."

Qing Yun led him in, and there were several maids in the room standing close to the emperor, silently saluting to the sixth prince without making a sound.It happened that Master Baoying was also there, and the two exchanged hands.

After seeing the emperor, Song Wei wandered around in the yard.Unexpectedly, Master Baoying also followed out.

"Look at His Highness's complexion, the injury is recovering well."

"Master Lao is very concerned. My father is sick, thank you so much."

The one opposite, with white hair and childlike face, was full of red, thinking about her father, Song Wei felt even more depressed.He once guessed Baoying's age in private with Dongsang, and conservatively estimated it was more than eighty.The emperor was not yet seventy, and he lay down at every turn.Sure enough, there is no comparison between people.

The two chatted and learned that Dongsang was having a great time chasing the assassin, and not long ago he asked someone to deliver a letter to his master.Song Wei became envious for no reason.Of course he knew that Dongsang's kung fu was not acquired for nothing, and it's useless to be envious.When the two of them were dawdling together, they never stopped doing the serious things they should do.

The old and the young chatted in circles, Song Wei finally couldn't bear it, and asked about the real condition of the emperor.

"The real person doesn't have to lie to me. Let's just say it, just like my father, at best, how long can I last at most? If... at worst..."

Master Baoying said earnestly: "Your Highness, life, old age, sickness and death, in the final analysis, is to do one's best and obey God's will. The old man can only promise to do his best to do his best for His Majesty. The rest, we can only... listen to God's will."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Wei to ask, he left in a hurry with the excuse of preparing the elixir.

Song Wei stayed in a daze for a while, then took a step, climbed up the rockery in the courtyard, found a big protruding rock, and sat down slowly.

Perhaps it is not an optimistic message that comes out of Baoying's ambiguous words.Song Wei supported her head and raised her right hand to calculate.At least three years have passed since the first time I heard that the emperor was critically ill.In the past three years, there have been ups and downs, good or bad, and the repetitions are unknown.It is said that such a situation, but dragged on for a long time.What's more, the old man's temperament and will to survive are definitely much stronger than ordinary people.

Song Wei was worried while comforting herself.After sitting quietly for a long time, I began to think about why this father alone made me miss him so much.

A long, long time ago—it was really a long, long time ago, and Song Wei was completely unable to determine which stage number to use to describe the time difference.He vaguely remembered—really very, very vaguely, and couldn't even remember the appearance of the characters involved.

It is said that avoiding memories and deliberately forgetting has become one of his instincts, but at this moment, for some reason, the empty nerves are activated by themselves, as if they urgently need to be filled with the past.He recalled it very seriously, and some outlines gradually emerged.

He remembered that even though it was a world that claimed gender equality at first, because he was a boy who could inherit the incense, when his parents separated, he was left behind by his father and his clan by all means.When he found out that his son was fooling around with a man, he was extremely disappointed and then brought about a violent rebound, it was really quite unbearable to look back on.In short, until the last desperate, the rejection from the closest blood relationship far exceeds that of others.

Then... well, then suddenly he became a prince.The prince's parents are all dead, there is a powerful Taifu, and a kind regent.Although he knew in theory what kind of species the Tai Tuo and the Regent were, once he actually made a move, the cheap prince himself would be vulnerable.After being a self-righteous puppet emperor for two years, he died inexplicably.

Later, both parents are good.Be a prince of idleness by yourself, and worry about everything.Suddenly one day, the emperor was dying, but he had no heir.The son of Xian Wang has become a prince in a daze, his father is no longer his father, and his mother is no longer his mother.This time, there is no Tai Tuo and the Regent to force someone to be a puppet. He is full of thinking that the protagonist's aura is manifested, and he will do whatever he wants.

The next time, he woke up in the palace again, an unremarkable invisible prince.Because I have learned my lesson, I am cautious all day long, and self-preservation is the top priority.Unexpectedly, once the soldiers came to the city, the man known as the father would actually plan to grab any son to pass on the throne and run away by himself.The naive and stupid self thought that the aura of the protagonist finally came, and the magnetic field of the Virgin burst out temporarily, so he took the initiative to replace the brother who was suffering from the same problem, and was ordered in danger.Self-hypnosis is a big responsibility for everyone, jumping desperately.When he was captured by the emperor of the enemy country, he heard that the poor brother was very powerful. He regained the lost ground all the way and became the emperor...

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It was the first time for Song Wei to reflect on the past in such a systematic way.Suddenly, I felt like I was stuck in a game that couldn't be cleared.Maybe because of too much forgetfulness and too stupid personality, every time, I couldn't help but play seriously and devotedly, and in the end I lost miserably and simply.After accumulating a lot of experience, the final lesson learned is: it is not good to be associated with the royal family, and I am not suitable to be an emperor at all.

This time, he became the prince again.

Sure enough, there are always some parameters that are inherent settings.However, I can make a different choice.

Song Wei thinks back carefully, even though she also broke the jar, she thinks that there is no essential difference this time, but in fact, she knows very well in her heart that it is still different after all.Experiences are different, experiences are different.Lovers are different, and being loved feels very different.The mother is different, and the father is even more different.

Just as Dugu Ma met most of his expectations of a perfect lover, the emperor's father actually met most of his expectations of a perfect father.As for the rest of the less-than-perfect part - it is said that absolute perfection doesn't actually exist.

When she has tasted these less than perfect perfections and exited with satisfied regrets, maybe this cyclical game can really end... Song Wei thought so.

After all... is different.

Looking at the door of the bedroom, he could almost clearly feel the gurgling life of the old man lying inside.As he could clearly feel, the thick and meticulous care and love.

He leaned against the rockery and didn't feel bored anymore.Anyway, one more day with me is one day.

After eating at noon, the emperor got up, and the father and son sat opposite each other to eat.On the table, there are some rotten soft and bland food.The emperor ordered someone to serve another dish for the sixth prince, and Song Wei waved his right hand: "Father, forget it. I can't lift my left arm yet, and it's not suitable for big fish and meat. It's just right to eat with you."

The emperor nodded, with a smile on his face: "That's very good."

Just after the meal, I reported to the Minister of Honglu Temple to see him.

The emperor frowned: "What is Wei Houde doing here at this time?"

Song Wei was also surprised, normally Mr. Wei should not be busy seeing off various missions at this time.

Qingyun said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wei said that he came here specially to ask His Highness King Xiu."

The emperor signaled: "Xiao Yin, go and have a look. There is nothing serious, so send him away quickly."

Song Wei got up.After a while, he came in and said with a smile: "Prince Huihe and King Tocharo wanted to say goodbye to me face to face, Master Wei couldn't make up his mind to refuse, and he couldn't find me when he went to the palace, so he found me here. Father, do you think I should go? "

The emperor looked indifferent: "You can figure it out yourself."

Song Wei tilted her head and raised the corners of her mouth: "Then dad, do you want me to go, or do you not want me to go?"

The emperor snorted softly: "I tell you to go and you go? If I tell you not to go, don't you go? When did you listen to me like this?"

Song Wei shrugged his nose, not as knowledgeable as the old man.Waving: "Then I'm going! After delivering them, they will come back to have dinner with you!"

Both Gu Qiluo and Tochara King happened to want to meet the sixth prince again, so they simply made an appointment to go with them.The Tochara King and the Huihe Archer tied for first place in the final competition, and they became friends without fighting.Although Guqiluo didn't pay attention to the small Tocharian tribe, after all, he had some knowledge and knowledge, and the two sides got along quite happily.

Song Wei slept for two days in a row, and moss grew in the crevices of the bones.Mr. Wei sent the opportunity in time, and he can just go out to let the wind go out, and he is very happy, not to mention that the few people he wants to meet are quite pleasing to the eye.He was impatient with the ceremonial officer of Honglu Temple, and when he mentioned it to King Bone Qiluo and Tochara King, the two immediately agreed, left the big team, each led a few personal guards, and galloped out of the city, arriving at Drinking and singing at the ten-mile long pavilion.

Song Wei held the rein with one hand and never fell behind.When they arrived at the Changting Pavilion, several people burst out laughing, and suddenly all the vassals of the state, the masters and ministers, were all forgotten, as if they were old friends.Finally, His Royal Highness King Xiu still remembered the injury on his shoulder, and was afraid of going back to be scolded, so he only drank three cups according to the minimum standard of farewell.The two of them didn't know the inside story, and thought that he was busy with government affairs at night, which made the farewell affection more profound.

Everyone sang while drinking, and finally Prince Huihe and King Tochara presented His Royal Highness King Xiu with special gifts representing friendship.Of course it is not as precious as a tribute, but it is also very rare.Song Wei was glad to change clothes before going out, and let Lan Butler hang a bunch of bits and pieces to show his identity on his waist.Then he took off the purple gold hanging tag and white jade waist, and gave them back to the two friends from the foreign countries.

When returning to the palace, Song Wei was in a cheerful mood and relaxed all the way.After entering the dormitory, I realized that there were several more people.At a glance, Sun Ruchu, Duke of Ming, Yu Wengao, Duke of Cheng, Wei Guan, Duke of Yi, Song Liao, King of Yanxi County, Qing of Zongzheng Temple, and Zhenren Baoying, of course, Dugu Mian, Marquis of Xian, were all standing around the emperor.If it wasn't for the emperor sitting comfortably behind the dragon case, Song Wei would have thought that this group of people had come to die for their father.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he sneered: "There are so many people, why are they all here to accompany my dad? Just right, with me, there will be two tables of leaves."

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Leaf Play: the predecessor of Mahjong.