For a while, the discussion became louder and louder, mixed with complaints, cursing, and palpitations, and commented on the death of the last king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: faint monarch.

Cheng Yingbu couldn't listen to it anymore.

She got up and went into the room, locked the door, and leaned against the lintel in a daze, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Yes, they were right.

He's a faint king.

However, what Cheng Yingyu, or Hua'er, will never forget in his life is his crying in the dark night.

Except for Li Zhong and her, no one knows that the tears of a king who has never slept at night can cry out his heart.

At that time, she naturally didn't understand what these tears represented.

She is just used to getting up at night, in the deep warm pavilion, there will be his gentle advice, flowers be careful.

Sometimes, when she couldn't hear this, she would go all over the palace with her bare feet and long brocade nightgowns to look for him.

Then I can always see that in a remote abandoned palace in the palace, he poured wine, sprinkled a trace, and cried so much that he coughed and vomited blood.

Lay the dead.

And the chamberlain, who always stood three paces behind him, would familiarly hand him a clean cotton handkerchief.

That's all.

"Ah Zhong, aren't you surprised, I personally approved the beheading during the day, why do I still drink for them at night?"

"Your Majesty, the decision is all on the right, and I only force you to build a jade seal. If you don't approve it, more people will die. At that time, the right minister said so, you don't have a choice. ”

Li Zhong, as usual, smiled gently and restrainedly.

The man in the bright yellow shirt frowned, and there was another violent cough, and the white cotton handkerchief was suddenly soaked with blood.

He laughed lowly, sorrow, mockery, grief, all pain and unwillingness, all in a ghostly laugh, destroying the man's body and mind.

The chamberlain subconsciously wanted to step forward and pat the man on the back, but in the end he retracted and still retreated three steps.

"Your Majesty, what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Hehe, ask me? Who's going to tell me? What is left of me except for the title of Emperor? The loser, I have already lost, and I have to accept the end of being trampled under the feet of the winner. ”

The man laughed self-deprecatingly, his pale hand clutched his chest, the green tendons were exposed, and blood was oozing from his fingertips.

Pain, flesh and blood cannot be comforted, heart-wrenching pain.

Defeat, lies, downfall, blood, the last king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, has nothing left.

"Your Majesty, if it is like a dream, will it make you feel better?" Li Zhong opened his mouth and frowned lightly.

The man grinned: "Ah Zhong is asking me to be a faint king?" ”

Li Zhong had no different color, and smiled faintly: "In this troubled world, if you want to be a Mingjun, it's too painful......"

The man burst out laughing, his face covered in tears and blood all over his body.

The once clean eyebrows have been swallowed up by despair, and the once bright eyes have lost their focus like a nightmare.

"Faint King! Okay, Faint King! Just scold me, and come and take off my dragon crown! Step through my filthy bones and send the successful to the pinnacle of Kyushu! All right! In this way, I can go to hell sooner, sooner......"

Hurry up and go to hell.

The man in the bright yellow shirt cried and laughed like a madman.

The madness that no one saw in the dark night, the pain stained with blood, swallowed up this king both inside and out.

In the end, in the desolate dark night of the imperial palace, only the man's distracted words could be heard.

"yes, to hell...... I'm a loser, and I should have gone to hell a long time ago......"

This is all Cheng Yingyu's memory.

Her eyes, which were too young and ignorant at that time, had already seen the extravagance and gentleness of the emperor, and she had already been ruined.

Like, rotten.

The wind and snow came in through the crack in the door and stuck to Cheng Ying's vest, and she shuddered.

Then he went out and came to the pagoda on the highest top of the imperial tomb alone, the golden glazed top of the seven treasures, which did not hide its brilliance in the snow and mist.

She climbed the stairs, and heard the palace people complaining that the pagoda in the previous dynasty was so good-looking, but it was too low, and all the utensils were small, and I don't know why it was built.

Cheng Yingyu sat down on the merit step, and Yingzhi stretched out from under Zhaojun's couch, brushed away the snow on the threshold of the Bodhi wood, and saw the familiar three red clay characters.

Spring Breeze Bureau.

Yes, this pagoda standing at the highest point of the imperial mausoleum, all inlaid with gold leaf, was built for her by him.

He once took her to play in the Donglin that was still being renovated, and told her that after a hundred years, she should be buried here.

"What about the flowers? With Your Majesty? They said that the emperor and queen are husband and wife, and the flowers should follow your majesty......" she blinked with a half-understood look.

He has always been gentle, but he unexpectedly solemnized the color, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly because of nervousness.

"Flowers, listen up! I've always relied on you, but this is the only one, absolutely not! No matter who tries to persuade you, no matter what you say, you must not agree! ”

She was frightened. nodded busily, but thinking of the tiger and leopard-like right minister, her palms were sweaty.

"But Your Majesty, what if the right minister comes to persuade the flowers?"

"Right phase?"

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed at himself, and his hands and feet were cold.

Yes, even Zhao Yin, who had helped him prepare all the beheadings, how could he care about one more funeral decree.

"Flowers, if, if there really is that day...... Rest assured, I will build you the most beautiful stupa and guide you to the Western Heavenly Bliss in the closest place to heaven......"

She didn't understand it anymore. Scratching his head: "Don't you have to be with Your Majesty?" ”

His pale face was shrouded in a layer of despair and helplessness, but he was still in front of her, smiling like an invincible tenderness.

"No...... Hell, I'm going alone, the flowers aren't allowed to come, obedient......"

A few years later, at the highest point of Tanglin, a golden pagoda was built.

The low pavilion, the small utensils, and the specifications are according to the height and size of the girl.

And then, hell, he really went alone.

Fortunately, she did not go to Xitian Bliss, but planted two Xinyi trees in Anyuan Town.

"Second Miss Hua, it's snowing heavily, do you want to avoid it? Sit outside and freeze! A palace man who knew the woman stepped forward to ask.

Cheng Ying said that it was okay, she only said that she wanted to see the scenery and let them be busy by themselves.

In the distance, you can still hear the palace people cleaning the pagoda and discussing the voice of Emperor Zhou Ai, and the ears are all "faint king".

Cheng Ying smiled, and in the misty snow and mist, she seemed to see the man again, crying heartbreakingly in the dark night where no one saw him.

What kind of pain does it take to give up even yourself?

What kind of despair does it take to rot even the light?

As if seeking liberation, he longs for endless sins and sends himself to hell.

Fortunately, he was finally free, because of hell, he did go.

Cheng Ying stretched out his hand in a daze, and patted the man's back.

I could vaguely see him turn around and smile at himself.

…… Flowers are not allowed to come, obedient!

Good.

Cheng Ying smiled, raised his eyes and saw the gray snow sky, the first golden light in the clouds, and the snow stopped.

“…… Flowers will go to the light. ”

She raised her hand and reached out to the rays of daylight.

The golden light fell on her palm in an instant.

The third day of ancestor worship in the southern suburbs. The cypress branches that Cheng Yingyu picked up in the yard can be built into a cellar.

She was really uncomfortable, so she asked a palace maid on the left and an attendant on the right, and felt the way to the Satisfaction Pavilion.

When Douxi saw her, she didn't come to her senses for a long time.