"Come, come closer." Zhao Yin's voice sounded, breaking the crack of time.

Cheng Yingyi said, this time he saw clearly in the middle of the black and white records, there were annotations with red rouge pens, and then looked at the red rouge ink inkstone in Zhao Yin's hand, as if he wrote it.

Midnight. The sound of bangs sounded, and the wind and frost were thick.

Cheng Yingyu's gaze froze, her shoulders began to tremble slightly, and her eyebrows swelled in disbelief.

The notes are old and new, some have been whitened, some of the ink has not yet dried, and the lines are densely stuffed, obviously increasing and decreasing over the years, and the curls are curled up in contemplation under the lamp every day.

There is a reason for that. In the future, when it comes to changing the law, we must not be too hasty, and we should think about it slowly. ”

In this way, the protection of officials and officials is a cancer. If there is another day to renew this place, let the mud be pulled out from the roots. ”

"Later generations should keep in mind that the local one or two reports to the capital can increase to 1,000 taels, and the rest will go into the redundant official pockets. If you can send the imperial history widely, can you be good? ”

……

Note, red ink squeezed between the black characters, sometimes just a few words, a sentence of "so it is" suddenly, sometimes sprinkled, three thousand "if he does this every day, can he innovate", the corners of the page are occupied.

If there are hundreds of records of the change, then there are thousands of these commentaries, year after year, year after year, the former right minister has read countless late nights, writing down frowning thoughts, and now the king is behind the cold silence of the deep palace, thinking about the way out of the future generations and the dawn of dawn.

Become another "no-list".

Cheng Yingyu looked up at Zhao Yin, her face was complicated, and her eyes under the candle flame were shaking and rippling.

Zhao Yin also looked at her, his red eyes were fierce, as if he was not facing a woman, but this world, and he wanted the vast sentient beings to hear clearly.

"He's never been a loser. Because he left me the most important thing for me and for future generations. Zhao Yin trembled with all his strength, and spit out a two-word answer-

"Experience."

Loud and sound. So there is no longer his world, and it is discolored.

It is a pale and gentle king, who recorded the failures that were reviled by later generations, the unwillingness and attempts of his life, and then turned himself into a moth day by day.

What no one has done in three hundred years, he said, then use the pile of bones to find a way out, and then let the descendants step on his bones and go forward.

That's how the unsmart people are.

Yes, defy the law.

I don't know if it's hell or the front of the cliff, the heroes of the world are afraid or retreat, only what kind of youthful heart he has, lonely and brave, going forward.

Experience.

This is the testimony of the loser, the medal awarded to the future generations of the successful, and the loser, who sent himself to the monument.

A gust of wind rose, and soon it was April again, and in the years after he left, another April returned.

Cheng Yingyu seemed to see him. It was there, in the darkness that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty could not find its way, that he ignited himself and became a fire, a fire that was warm and chicheng.

Then he looked at her, at Zhao Yin, at the thousands of descendants who trampled him under his feet, beckoned, and laughed.

"Go this way!"

So, there was light. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, this new dynasty saw a path in the darkness, and at that end was the dawn and his lonely tomb.

"Do you know why I don't change the name of the Great Zhou State, and stabilizing the people's hearts is one of them. Second. Zhao Yin's voice choked, as if from a dream, "Xiao Erlang, he should never be the 'king of the dead country'." ”

Cheng Ying raised his head suddenly, his candle-like gaze collapsed inch by inch, and the unbearable weight of the past was eroding his bones layer by layer.

How could he be the king of the dead country?

He is the founding king, not the country of any family, but the prosperous era that will definitely come one day in the future, the founding king.

Without a name, with blood and hell to record the experience, he didn't even want to leave his name, he didn't want it to remain in history, just let future generations scold him and forget him, and step on his bones.

It's just that when that day comes, the law change is successful, Kyushu will break down, the spring breeze will remember, the mountains and seas will remember, the founder of this prosperous world, called Xiao Yi.

Finally, as you wish.

Time to justify your name. Your merits, and immortality.

Cheng Ying bent his knees, leaned over, and bowed to Zhao Yin, it was a thank you, thank him for his understanding, thank him for retaining the name of the Great Zhou Kingdom, there is only a little understanding left in this world.

Zhao Yin helped the woman up, her red eyes were full of stubbornness and determination, and every word burst out of her teeth, biting tightly.

"So, listen up, Cheng Ying! I will never agree to you and my unfilial son. Because I want you to be his queen and his wife for the rest of your life! ”

Cheng Ying's whole body trembled, and her hands and feet were cold.

"Cheng Yinghu, do you understand? I have prepared a will, and in a hundred years, I will let you be buried with him! Hell is so cold, so dark, aren't you his flower, I want you to accompany him! This is my selfishness, and it is also my unstoppable determination to mountains and seas! ”

Zhao Yin's last few words were bitten fiercely, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to be making a promise to the old man who was sleeping for a long time.

She will only be your queen. In a few years, you will be reunited under the Yellow Spring.

……

Your Majesty, the flowers are back. The flowers have grown up, do your majesty still recognize them?

……

Cheng Ying pushed Zhao Yin away violently, his face was pale, as if he was stunned, and rushed into the night.

She stumbled and walked, holding on to the wall all the way, supporting her exhausted body, and faintly heard Zhao Yin behind her, "Open the palace gate and follow her", and no palace person dared to stop her.

She was alone, staggering and lost in the night.

Hell is also such a heavenly color, endless darkness and coldness, at this moment, is there a little bit of him who thinks of his flowers.

Cheng Ying covered her chest, it hurt so much that she wanted to tear her soul apart and vomit out her heart and lungs.

It hurts, it hurts to the point of madness.

Zhao Yin's every word, she couldn't refute, every word, pushed her to the judgment of the same crime, she almost indulged in Zhao Xixing's dream, like everyone in the world today, forgetting that he was alone in the hell of no reincarnation.

Unforgivable. She Cheng Ying, guilty of a lot of sin.

Cheng Ying wandered in the night in a daze, unable to distinguish the direction, and let out a vague "Your Majesty" in her throat, and her throat was suddenly filled with the smell of blood.

His pale but gentle smile, and Zhao Xixing's face in the light, the two faces intertwined in front of her eyes, and finally froze the moment when he lifted her red hijab, when she was twelve years old.

He crouched down, made eye contact with her, and smiled at her.

Flowers, I call you flowers, okay?

The flowers in his last days, who were misunderstood and scolded by the world, went to hell alone, leaving behind a new dynasty that was illuminated by the fire, and a fifteen-year-old ignorant wife.

This world is too big and too lively, and there are a few people who understand him, a few people who read him, and a few people remember that the young man of the country said that people who are not smart have their own ways to be unsmart.

……

Cheng Yingyu didn't know how to get back to the shop, she kicked open everyone's room, her little face was white like a ghost, and her eyes were red and cracking.

She grabbed the pen and paper on the case, wrote a few lines, and showed Xiao Zhanyun and Rong Wei, her eyes collapsed, but she couldn't resist-

Move out, move out in the early hours of the morning. Don't spread the word to ...... Don't let Zhao Xixing know.

There was a thud. The cage of time, the lock, is locked again.