Walking down the bluestone road, you soon come to a pavilion surrounded by delicate flowers and plants, and the pavilion is located in the middle of the lake.

There were people sitting upright in the pavilion, surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs. There was a school of fish swimming in the lake, and the man sat on a chair with a porcelain jar in his hand and threw it into the water from time to time.

Dawn and I walked softly into the pavilion. The name of this pavilion is 'Xiangle Pavilion', and I agree that Chenxi and I agree that the name is very vulgar.

As soon as the county lord entered the pavilion, before he could speak, the servants on both sides knelt on the ground and saluted.

The man in the pavilion turned around.

'See the Emperor' Chenxi hurriedly saluted, and I also bent down.

A man with a purple and gold crown on his head, about fifty years old, slender, handsome facial features like carving, but the hair on his temples was a little gray, but this did not affect his image, but had a sense of vicissitudes of life that had gone through wind and frost.

The man looked at the two, Nangong Xiang he knew, but he didn't know the other girl.

Sure enough, as I expected, this man is the old emperor, that is, the emperor, in addition to the eunuchs in this palace, we still have a clear distinction between the costumes of the guards and eunuchs, and this person has an awe-inspiring majesty, a kingly spirit, who else will there be if it is not the emperor. My mind was racing.

'Sit down' the Emperor nodded and put down the porcelain jar in his hand.

Nangong Xiang has no intention of coming here, just has nothing to do, walks around, and hopes to forgive sins if he disturbs the emperor's leisure. 'Dawn is polite.

"Xiang'er doesn't have to be so polite" The emperor smiled, "I am very stuffy on weekdays, and I will sit together when I meet today."

'Yes' Dawn smiled back.

'Who is this girl?' ’

'Liu Hanqiao has seen the Emperor Taishang, and I wish the Emperor Taishang a long and healthy life. ’

'Oh, you're the county lord of today's emperor's own title? The Emperor couldn't help but feel a little interested.

'Exactly,' I tried to say with the most loving smile.

'I believe that the emperor must have a reason for this'

Then we chatted with the old emperor, and gradually I got to know the old emperor a little bit.

"Xiao Buckwheat has something unclear, and I hope that the Emperor Taishang can give Xiao Buckwheat guidance."

The old emperor nodded.

'Why did the emperor abdicate early'

The old emperor sighed heavily.

'Prevent the struggle for power and power of the prince? ’

'The ancestors stipulated that at the age of fifty, they should abdicate and proclaim a new emperor'

'So the kings have been in power for only twenty years,' I said.

The old emperor nodded.

That's not a bad idea.

'Chenxi, there is a song with good lyrics, I think it is very suitable for the emperor' I suddenly thought that [borrowing from the sky for another five hundred years] is very suitable for this former monarch.

'Which one?' Dawn's eyebrows were slightly raised, and she was full of interest.

'Borrow another five hundred years,' I glanced at her.

"Emperor Taishang, I want to compose a poem with Sister Xiaoqiao, may you live with the sky"

'Yesterday's palace banquet Xiang'er shined, from your hand, this poem must be extraordinary'

Gentle curves along the ups and downs of the rivers and mountains

The Central Plains that the horses love love the northern country and the south of the Yangtze River

In the face of ice blades, snow swords, wind and rain, affectionate companionship

Cherish the golden years that the heavens have given me

Be a human being

Be a man and be afraid of hardships

Pride remains the same, year after year

There are bitter and sweet ways to be a human being

Good and evil separate the two sides

It's all about tomorrow in a dream

Look at the iron hooves

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains

I stood on the cusp of the storm and clenched it

The sun and moon rotate and drown the world

Peace and contentment

I really want to live another 500 years

The old emperor took the draft paper and looked at the old tears, this poem, how many generations of kings were written.