Imperial Palace. The Imperial Bedchamber.

Zhao Yin leaned on the jade couch, pasted the bamboo paper sky lantern in his hand, stretched out his hand from time to time to dip the rice paste on the case next to him, turned his fingertips, twisted the bamboo strips, and skillfully made a sky lantern.

Luo Xia helped him hand the scissors and glue sticks beside him, and smiled at the lively handiwork: "Your Majesty, your work is getting better and better." In the blink of an eye, there will be one top, and if this continues, thousands of sky lanterns can catch up with July. ”

There are already a pile of hill-like sky lanterns on the side of the jade couch, overlapping and meticulously carved, and it is hard to imagine that an emperor's skillful paste sky lantern does not nap one by one.

"July 15th Midyear Festival. Thousands of lamps, in a hurry. Zhao Yin's hands didn't stop, his eyes were focused, and there was a sky lantern between his words.

"Your Majesty, the slave will help you with the paste. Are you still sick......" Luo Xia frowned, and reached out to grab the bamboo strips, but was dodged by Zhao Yin, holding her baby-like and not letting her touch it.

"No need. Every year, the sky lantern is mushy by myself. There are still more than a month before July, and it doesn't hurt to paste a few a day. Zhao Yin's fingertips did not stop, and his eyes were strangely gentle, as if he saw those sky lanterns and saw the old people in his memory.

Red cherries and green plantains, some people are old, and some people are still young.

"Auntie, you said that if they are still there, are they like me, and their sideburns have gray hair?" Zhao Yin sighed faintly and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Luo Xia was silent. She touched her sideburns, which were still jet black, but the tentacles were like frost, slightly cool.

Yes, the people under the Yellow Spring, whether they have white sideburns, or are they stumbling as they entered the world at the beginning of the year, Wenjia Wucheng, Luo Fuzi, Xiao Yi, and countless pioneers and sages, in the turbulent years of the law change, they left this world.

Over the years, it is like a dream bubble.

"Zhao Dalang, those people who changed the law back then, how did you fall the butcher's knife." Luo Xia's eyes were desolate, and she said dreamily, "They are all your classmates, teachers, close friends, and colleagues...... Many, many, many, how did you make up your mind to leave yourself alone in a sea of blood. ”

Zhao Yin's fingertips froze. Familiar faces appeared on the snow-white bamboo paper, some smiled at him, some scolded, some hated him, some understood him, and finally fixed on a pale and gentle eyebrow.

The bright yellow clothes are too wide because of the perennial illness, and they can't hold the clear figure.

That day, it was he who carried the bright red sword and broke into the dormitory, and the blood on the tip of the sword was still hot, dripping all the way.

“…… You, you killed the master......" The man on the couch struggled to sit up, trembling.

He looked at the man quietly and said in a dumb voice: "This is ...... Propriety. ”

"Rules? Oh, or is it your selfish desires? Zhao Dalang, you are not the Zhao Dalang I know after all. The man in the bright yellow shirt sneered bitterly, "I'm just afraid that Xiao Erlang and I will become your ghost in the end." ”

His eyes flashed. The hand that held the hilt of the knife turned white, but there was no excuse.

The man turned his face away and closed his eyes tiredly: "You go...... From now on, there will be no return. ”

Bang. The red bronze door was closed, the prosperity faded, he never stepped into this door again, only at the end of the ending, that blood-stained April, returned to the familiar and unfamiliar dormitory.

A sleeping palace obliterated in blood. The figure curled up in a ball on the couch had stiffened.

"The Emperor Died !!"

The only remaining chamberlain next to him wept bitterly in a pool of blood.

He stepped forward and gently brushed away the bloody scabs on the man's face, and on the clean face in his memory, there was pain, quietness, relief, and reluctance, probably because of his flowers, and thought he was busy making folds.

Lies are the last tenderness he can give.

Suddenly, his fingertips froze and he touched a book. It was hidden under the man's pillow, as if it was extremely precious, and he kept it day and night.

He flipped through it, and there was no list.

Then he knelt down with a thud, and in front of the cold and lonely couch, he made a promise that no one knew that the mountains and rivers would one day be as you wished.

Then with a bang, the red bronze door was broken open by a sword, and Mr. Tianji Shen Gui strode forward and draped the yellow robe over him.

"There is no way in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the faint king has died! The new dynasty should be established, welcome my king! ”

……

And then in a flash, how did the days go, and it came to this day.

It's all about the past.

……

"It's the rule." Zhao Yin stroked the bamboo paper sky lantern in his hand and said a puzzled sentence.

Luo Xia felt astringent in her heart, she knew that she was wrong, but there was an unsolvable sin, the old man who stayed in the imperial palace forever, Lord Yama was afraid and didn't know how to judge it.

Yes, it's a rule, a rule that even he, the right-hand minister who has power all over the world, the founding king of the Western Zhou Dynasty, can't violate.

To break the old and establish the new, and the kingship changes, it is necessary to walk through the bloody road and step on the white bones, cast the throne with a butcher's knife, and exchange the bones for peace.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, a son of heaven and a courtier. One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and the hegemony will rise and fall and fight for blood.

"People say, how beautiful I am, amazing, and finally sat on this Jiuding supreme dragon chair." Zhao Yin laughed self-deprecatingly, "But auntie, have you seen it, the blades around this chair, the tip of the knife is not facing outward, but facing inward." ”

Eyeing the tiger and waiting for the opportunity to move.

Zhao Dalang, who was the eunuch of the country back then, thought that he could reach the sun in the sky by stretching out his hand, and the people who were wavering with ghosts followed him, as long as he turned his back on him, the tip of the knife that killed the enemy could immediately turn around and kill him.

So he finally knew that he had not reached the sun, but that the person who was farthest from the sun was the closest to hell.

This is the rule of kingship.

The higher you sit, the more you feel like a prisoner. As much light as there is, the shadows behind you are as deep as they are. As many people can lift him, as many people can break him.

He Zhao Yin had no choice, or rather, to wave a knife and break his arm. In countless sleepless long nights, the mandala that has been served for five years.