seems to have attachment, dependence, or something else, Xiao Jiangyuan can't see through it, and he doesn't want to see through it.

"King Ning has never blamed everyone, otherwise he would not have given everyone the jade flute that has not left him for many years."

Before Xiao Jiangyuan came back to restore his life, King Ning asked King Ruyang to bring the jade flute and let Xiao Jiangyuan transfer it to Li Longji.

The jasper flute is turquoise all over, and it is warm to the touch. When Xiao Jiangyuan was a teenager, he watched King Ning take him with him wherever he went, and played with Li Longji and other brothers from time to time, and the flute sound was crisp and melodious, which was the best Xiao Jiangyuan had ever heard. The time that this flute has been with King Ning is probably longer than anyone else in the world.

At this time, the flute was in Li Longji's hands. He traced, stroked, and then clasped his hands and hugged them in his arms: "Yes, my eldest brother is willing to give it to me, but why do I always feel uneasy today...... The lobby brother has just left......"

More than 20 days ago, Li Shouli, the eldest grandson of Emperor Li Zhi, the eldest son of Prince Zhang Huai, and the king of Sui, died of illness in Chang'an. So far, among the brothers of the same generation, only Li Longji and Ning Wang remain. As for the sisters, there is only one left, Princess Yuzhen.

As he gets older and has experienced more and more life and death, he can't help but reject aging and death, especially when he knows that there is nothing he can do about it.

"Why did he suddenly want to give it to me?" Li Longji suddenly staggered to the railing outside the hall, facing the wind on the tall building, and looked in the direction of King Ning's mansion.

But when the night fell, he only saw the lights of thousands of homes, and he couldn't see the person he wanted to see.

Xiao Jiangyuan was afraid that he would fall downstairs, hugged him tightly, and listened to him say anxiously:

"I'm going to King Ning's mansion ......"

"The palace gate has been keyed, and the fang gate has long been closed, everyone has passed at this time, not only to mobilize the people, but also to disturb King Ning's rest."

"I'm going to go!"

"Everyone is drunk now, aren't you afraid that King Ning will see and worry?"

"Why do you always have trouble with me?" Li Longji pushed Xiao Jiangyuan away as he spoke, and the weight of the whole person immediately fell on Yang Yuhuan.

"Don't don't, I can't hold it!" Yang Yuhuan said busily, and only after Li Longji stood firm with his hand on the railing did he breathe a sigh of relief, "Didn't you say that King Ning's body has been improving?" If you toss like this, even if King Ning recovers, you are afraid that you will be sick - look at what I do, I don't care about you. ”

Li Longji turned his eyes and stared at Yang Yuhuan's eyes drifting away for a while, but he really quieted down.

Seeing that his attitude was relaxed, Yang Yuhuan said again: "If you really miss King Ning, after getting up tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to see him." ”

Li Longji finally nodded.

Seeing that Li Longji tonight was different from what he saw on weekdays, Yang Yuhuan felt that it was both fresh and fun, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not young, but after getting drunk, it's like a child, and King Ning is not like this." ”

"When did you see your eldest brother drunk? I've never seen ......," Li argued.

"Yes, people can't even get drunk, let alone lose their temper, how can they ...... like you"

Taking advantage of Li Longji's traction by Yang Yuhuan, Xiao Jiangyuan immediately ordered someone to help Li Longji down the Calyx Xianghui Building and send him to the Taizhen Temple - at this time, the Taizhen Temple had been built, and Yang Yuhuan also moved into the Xingqing Palace, and simply took off his Taoist robe and dressed up wantonly. Li Longji has not set foot in the Nanxun Hall for a long time, and only stays in the Taizhen Temple overnight.

Xiao Jiangyuan did not leave with them, but listened to the voices of Li Longji and Yang Yuhuan arguing farther and farther away, standing alone in the wind.

In the dead of night, the lights of Wanjie were extinguished one by one, and only a few o'clock remained.

The winter north wind was biting, and her knees ached faintly, but she still stood stiff.

How could she not realize that King Ning's inquiries were like last words, all of which were the only remaining thoughts in his life, and although the jasper flute he gave was warm, it was colder than a relic.

She didn't know how King Ning sensed her death, maybe it was because she saw the ice crystals on the flowers and trees, maybe it was because she had fulfilled all her wishes in her life, and her heart had tended to be stable. She only knew that life and death were things he had seen for a long time, and even if it fell on his head now, he was calm and unhurried.

His wisdom and mind were brought into full play as early as the battle between the princes, and now although it is an aftertaste, it is still endless.

He was so extraordinary, so ordinary.

When he was born, he did not want to intervene and obstruct anyone, and when he died, he should be the same.

Why should she disturb his tranquility and let him die without peace?

It was finally dawn.

The frost gradually melted, and suddenly a golden bell moved without wind, and the sound was exquisite.

Overnight, the flowers of the entire Ning Wang's Mansion withered.

And King Ning sat alone among the flowers, and died suddenly in his sleep.

When Li Longji stepped into King Ning's mansion to visit, he saw such a scene.

The bell suddenly became piercing and gradually rumbled, and Li Longji couldn't hear anything for a while except this.

In the midst of kneeling and weeping, he slowly moved to King Ning. Seeing that the eldest brother's face was calm and vivid, and there was the gentle smile on his lips that he was most familiar with, he laughed and knelt down in front of the eldest brother. He felt that his eldest brother's clothes were wet with dew, so he took off his coat and carefully draped it over his eldest brother's body. He leaned over his eldest brother's lap and looked up steadily, just as he had been in their most difficult days as a child and a teenager.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally confirmed the death of his eldest brother and buried his head stiffly in his arms.

Tears rolled down, but he couldn't cry.

Humility and benefit, let to become virtuous. Ignoring the stubbornness of the King of Ruyang, Li Longji insisted on posthumously presenting Li Xian, the king of Ning, as "Emperor Rang" and buried him in Huiling.

At the same time, he buried one of his favorite drums in the tomb of his eldest brother.

When King Shou, who had just been out of filial piety for less than a year, invited himself to the gift of father and son, in order to let the emperor keep filial piety for three years, Li Longji only hesitated for a moment and agreed.

The death of the eldest brother made Li Longji a little disheartened.

In the twenty-ninth year of Kaiyuan, he was full of spirit, complacent, laughing, angry, and sad. Coupled with the two years when he first ascended the throne, he had been an emperor for thirty-one years.

How many thirty-one years can a person have in his life? If a person with an ordinary life span has already passed most of his life, and he ascended the throne in the near first year, he should have passed a lifetime.

He is in good shape now, and since he has Yang Yuhuan, he even feels that he is no different from when he was young, but the death of King Pi and Emperor Jean is like two loud alarm bells, suddenly ringing in his ears.

He began to take self-portraits in the mirror from time to time to see where there were more wrinkles on his face and where gray hair had been added.

The more he searched, the more he saw.

In a fit of anger, not to mention that singing and dancing can't arouse his interest, he is even lazy to eat and drink.

Seeing Li Longji like this, Xiao Jiangyuan and Yang Yuhuan glanced at each other and shook their heads.

Xiao Jiangyuan saw a little bit of Empress Zetian's appearance in her later years in Li Longji. She was in a trance, and soon came to her senses - her tricks against Empress Zetian in the past would not work here in Li Longji.

But she had another way, so she retired first and went to the door of the Chinese book.

At the same time as Xiao Jiangyuan left, Li Longji saw Yang Yuhuan staring at Xiao Jiangyuan's back in the mirror.

Thinking of the past half a month, Yang Yuhuan has always gotten together with Xiao Jiangyuan and whispered, while changing the method to make him happy, he did not forget to pull Xiao Jiangyuan up, Li Longji suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Once upon a time, he could be sure with experience, Yang Yuhuan was moved by herself, and she admitted it happily. But now, after a year together, he is unsure.

Tempting is just tempting, and liking and admiration are different after all.

In fact, he was only thrilled with her at first, maybe because the gardenias in her hair were too fragrant that day, maybe because she understood everything she had given to "The Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers", in short, he never felt that he was so close to a person, not just a body.

He doesn't like to be disconnected, and he is not a person who drags mud and water. The story between him and Xiao Jiangyuan, since it is broken, it is really broken, and he will never look back. Since he asked for Yang Yuhuan, he would treat her sincerely. What he can be sure of is that after this year, he really likes Yang Yuhuan.

He likes her to take the palace people to fight cocks and play, stirring up the excitement in the palace; He likes her to teach the palace people to dance and play the pipa, no matter how stupid the apprentice is, she is coquettish and patient at the same time; He likes her flying eyebrows and dance steps when she is dancing with Xie Aman, Gongsun Auntie, etc.; He likes her to be angry, angry, and angry, duplicitous, and live a passionate and pure life.

It was a scenery he had never seen before, and it was a style he had never experienced.

But what about him, does she like him too? What can she like about him, old, Xiaoyinlu?

There is no shortage of topics between him and her, but at this time, it seems that there is only one rhythm.

She doesn't like politics, she doesn't value imperial power even though she has reverence, and she doesn't care about glory and wealth, which he has and is proud of, so what charm does he have for her?

Xiao Jiangyuan is different. She is delicate, polite to everyone, never has any arrogance, and empathetic, gentle and kind, in recent years, the young women who have been elected to the palace by the flower and bird envoys, almost none of them do not blush her. Her popularity in this palace is much better than his.

After this year's contact, Yang Yuhuan eliminated his temptation for him, and it is not impossible to empathize with Xiao Jiangyuan - no one has stipulated that a woman with the Son of Heaven must only love the Son of Heaven and not be emotionally attached to others.

A woman's heart is under the needle, except for the faint monarch who is addicted to the harem, which generation of the emperor can't confirm one by one, whether his queen concubine is as loyal as the heart and body, right? Who would be idle enough to dwell on that?

Li Longji understands the truth, but the more he thinks about it, the more he doesn't feel good.

Did he owe Xiao Jiangyuan anything in his previous life, why did he have to be entangled with her like this in this life?

Seeing that Yang Yuhuan seemed to be caught in the thought of Xiao Jiangyuan, Li Longji couldn't bear it. He knew that Yang Yuhuan couldn't understand what was too round, so he asked bluntly, "You shouldn't like General Xiao, right?" ”

The swan song of the Tang Dynasty