Before the king was thirty, his hair was full of luxury. The prime minister said that he asked Wang Duoduo to take care of his health. And the king said, Oh.

Then continue to bury your head in government affairs. The prime minister wanted to continue admonishing, but was frightened away by the king's eyes. When the king was still a prince, one day when he was thirteen years old, his mother brought the eighteen-year-old palace maid Xu'er to him.

The mother concubine wants Xu'er to always be by her side. At that time, he didn't understand the intention of the concubine, nor did he understand why the concubine's expression was so eager, and when he looked at himself, tears glistened in his eyes.

Half a month later, he learned that that time was the last time the mother and son met in this life. He was not allowed to pay tribute to his mother, and the helpless prince sat in the empty bedchamber, his face suffocating.

Xu'er said to him softly that if he was very sad, he should cry, but he could only cry once, and he couldn't cry out loud.

The prince asked from between his teeth why? Xu'er said, "You are a king, and you cannot dwell in grief for long, nor can you let people hear your weakness."

I am not a king, and the prince cannot see the man in front of him. Not yet, but it will be later, and His Majesty must be king.

Xu'er's tone was affirmative. Tears fell from the prince's eyes, and the young man buried his head in the crook of Xu'er's arm, grabbed her sleeve, and buried the concubine in his heart with tears.

After that, the seemingly weak Xu'er has been guarding the prince's side. The prince knew that without her, he would have been poisoned in some meal, or accidentally in some pond in the palace or under a rockery, or even by the sword of some guard who had suddenly lost his mind.

He survived six years without success and became the new king. The king said to Xu'er, "I will make you a concubine."

Xu'er's eyes widened, then she smiled and shook her head. You don't have to worry about the ministers objecting, this king has a way to get them to agree.

Xu'er still shook her head and said softly: "My king, if Xu'er becomes a concubine, how can she still guard you every step of the way."

The king was stunned, but ...... That...... What do you want? Xu'er laughed, her expression was a little mischievous, my king, I still want Xu'er to comb your hair for you in the future.

Poof, what is this, the king thinks it is angry and funny, okay, okay, this king, he has never thought of letting others comb his hair.

Xu'er said that the king's hair was black and soft, and it was really beautiful. The king laughed at her woman's mind in her heart.

Xu'er said, the king wants to be a Ming Jun. The king said, that is certain, the lonely king wants to create a prosperous world!

Before the prosperity came, one night, a rebellion broke out in the palace. Xu'er was by the king's side, as always.

But this is the last time. A cold arrow pierced her chest. My King...... She fell into the king's arms, and with the last of her strength she said to him, what Xu'er had said...... Don't forget...... The king's heart went blank, as if he were the only one left in the world.

Cozy? Cozy? The general came in to report that the riot had subsided, and saw the king sitting on the ground with his dead maid in his arms, his eyes hollow, and his mouth muttering to himself.

Your Majesty? Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The king looked down at the corpse in his arms, which was gradually becoming cold. The palace maid Xu'er died and was buried thickly.

The king's voice floated through the hall, and they all withdrew, and whatever happened to him, he would talk about it tomorrow. The king sat alone in the empty palace, biting the back of his hand, and weeping bitterly.

The next day, Wang Hong's eyes were swollen and he punished a chaotic party. After that, the king became more diligent in court politics, and even forgot to sleep and eat, and gray hair gradually grew on his head.

When the king was only thirty years old, he fell ill from overwork. The king had no heirs and decided to abdicate to his nephew.

Everyone was congratulating the new king on his ascension, but no one knew when the seriously ill King Taishang had swallowed his breath.