It's a new day, the genius is hazy, and there are not many people on the street.

The bookstore that is quietly tucked away on the outskirts of the city has opened its doors.

The young man in a suit and leather shoes slowly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and let out a long sigh.

He sat in the car for a night.

The bookstore was just quietly there, with an antique building and no other superfluous decorations, but it had a long atmosphere of its own.

The man squinted slightly for a moment, thought about his grandfather's instructions, and then opened the car door and walked over to the store.

It was the last bookstore he could find.

"Welcome. “

The purpose is a bronze relief screen. The young boss, still wearing a black embroidered Tang jacket, stood on the left side of the screen with a gentle smile on his face. "I'm the owner of this bookstore, please feel free to take a look. “

As if he had known that he would come in, he stood here waiting for him. After saying that, he turned around and walked inside.

Waiting for him?

The young man was suddenly startled by his own thoughts, and then shook his head with a smile.

How is this possible?

The young man walked up to a bookshelf and froze after only one glance.

These books do not look very new, and some are even incomplete, as if they have been read countless times, and after years of precipitation, they reveal a quaint atmosphere. Just one glance makes people believe that this is the real ancient book!

These books ......

Out of the corner of his eye, a book is quietly placed.

"Secret Tang Sect Scroll"!

The ecstasy in his eyes could not be concealed, this secret history was almost extinct on the market, he thought it was impossible to find it again, but he didn't expect to find it here!

Carefully picking up the book, he walked to the wooden counter.

"Boss, how much is this book?"

The boss looked up at the man with an excited face, and raised an eyebrow, "Hmm—you?"

"My surname is Don. The young man noticed the boss's gaze and suddenly came to his senses.

The surname is Tang......

"Oh, Mr. Tang. The boss laughed, his voice still soft, "Do you want to buy this book yourself?"

"Oh. This book was bought for my grandfather. Thinking of the stubborn old man lying in the hospital, he smiled a little helplessly, "He has been reading this book for a long time!"

The boss on the side raised his eyebrows, remembered Xiaoxiao's words, and said softly: "Sorry, this book is not for sale." “

Seeing Mr. Tang's instantly disappointed look, he laughed again, "But you can rent." The money is five dollars a day, and you can pay it on the day you return the book. “

That's it?

Mr. Tang was stunned for a moment.

Aren't you afraid that someone won't return the book?

"Oh, there's more. Out of nowhere, the boss took out a book without a name and put it together with the "Secret Tang Sect Scroll". "This book is a gift. Well, from to Mr. Donald. “

When Mr. Tang took the two books to his grandfather, the stubborn old man's cloudy eyes burst into excitement. The dead tree-like hand full of needles and tubes carefully stroked the book, and couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't know why his grandfather was so obsessed with finding that book, and he wouldn't know.

"Your Highness!"

In the East Palace, a group of maids and guards were looking for the eldest grandson of the little emperor everywhere with a anxious face.

"Hey, they're looking for you. "Jiao Nono's voice is so good.

"I can't go out alone. “

Li Chun is obviously a three- or four-year-old child, but like a little adult, his face is very serious, but there are faint tears in his eyes. "Father always wants to find some mean old men to come, and he doesn't want to go out. “

"You are the grandson of the emperor, and you will be the emperor in the future. What's more, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also for your good. “

"Don't forget, every time you are alone, I will prevent you from any accident!

It's just a deliberate exaggeration, but Li Chun is serious.

Still a kid after all.

"Where's the break? Li Chun was stunned, and then took down the rosary on his left wrist in a little hurry, and carefully checked it with his chubby little hand.

This rosary, made of eighteen dragon's eye bodhi, was begged by Li Chun's mother from a high monk.

The first time Li Chun discovered that this rosary could speak was after he had recovered from a serious illness some time ago.

At that time, he was really shocked.

"Ah Chun. Li Chun looked at the tiny crack on one of the prayer beads, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "You, are you okay?"

"It's all my fault! I don't know if you hurt?"

"Oh, don't cry!"

Yes, this is so anxious that you don't even call me directly.

"Your Highness, you have forgotten that I am a Bodhi Zi who has been contaminated with aura. I'm going to live longer than you! It's nothing like that. The delicate Nono's voice seemed to smile, "In the future, you can pass me on to future generations, even if it is ten million years later, I will be fine." “

"Don't!" Li Chun's white and tender little face wrinkled, "You are lonely." It can only be alone!"

"Well, okay. I'm yours, so when you die later, I'll bury you, right?"

“...... Well, Chun is not allowed to lie to me. “

...... Ah Chun's name of the good soil.

“...... Well, I don't kid you. “

In 793 AD, Li Chun, the king of Guangling, was ordered to marry the granddaughter of his father Guo Ziyi and the daughter of Guo Xuan, the master of the horse, as the princess.

On the day Li Chun received the holy decree, the pear blossoms in the palace were falling by the slanting wind and drizzle.

Li Chun sat on the stone steps, letting the rain wet his black hair.

"Ah Chun, Lone is going to get married. “

Li Chun wrung the water in his sleeves, raised his wrist and looked at the string of prayer beads and said with a wry smile: "Miss Yan of the Guo family, according to seniority, that is my aunt!"

"Your Highness......"

Now this man with bright eyes and bright eyes and clear eyebrows is no longer the little ghost who can only cry and cry at the beginning, when has he grown so big?

"Ah Chun, do you want to marry her?"

Wish...... Is it?

“...... I, of course, hope that Your Highness can get married as soon as possible. “

"Your Royal Highness will be the emperor in the future, you will have a wife, and you will have a queen in the harem in the future. “

"Queen......" Li Chun's eyes deepened, he pursed his mouth and stopped talking, raised his hand, and a gap of silver thread slipped out under Yushui's slender fingertips.

"Your Highness, aren't you happy?"

Glad?

"What about you, Chun?" he asked.

Are you happy?

"I ......"

Jiao Jiaonuo's voice suddenly stopped, and Li Chun tilted his head slightly, but there was no sound.

After a while, he raised his eyes to look into the distance and sighed softly.

Princess Guo married into the palace and was very pampered, and gave birth to Lin'er Li Heng in only two years.

In 805 AD, Li Chun was made the crown prince, and in August of the same year, he succeeded to the throne in the Xuanzheng Hall and changed his name to Chun to Chun. The crown princess Guo was named a noble concubine, and there were 3,000 beauties in the harem, but none of them were made queens.

It was night, and the outside of the hall was gray.

In the Hall of Eternal Life, under the reflection of the blue oil lamp, Li Chun's slightly pale face became more and more refined, and a roll in his hand added a touch of sorrow between his eyebrows every time he glanced at it.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest. The attendant beside him looked at the darkening sky and whispered.

"Little Dezi. Li Chun waved his hand, "You go down first, I want to stay alone for a while." “

"Yes. He bowed to the ground and bowed, then bent down and withdrew.

"Ah Chun, everyone says that I am a wise monarch. Li Chun rubbed the rosary gently with his thumb and whispered, "But I ...... Not really. “

"How so?"

"Your Majesty, you have quelled a lot of rebellions. “

Li Chun only rubbed the rosary carefully and did not speak.

“...... This was poisoned when I was three years old, and you left it behind to save me. “

"This is what you left behind to save me when I was clamoring to ride a horse and fell off my horse. “

"This is what you left behind to save me when I was eleven years old when I was just crowned king and was stabbed by assassins. “

“...... And this, it was I who led the troops to quell the rebellion and was attacked by sneak attacks, and it was you who saved me. “

"And ......"

"Ah Chun. Stroking the tiny cracks on the rosary, Li Chun's cold face was dyed with a gentle smile, and he suddenly sighed softly, "Of the eighteen Bodhi seeds, only one is intact now." “

"I ...... I want to protect you, too. “

In 818 AD, Tang Xianzong believed in immortals and good Buddhas, and wanted to obtain the elixir of life, so he issued an edict to solicit scholars from all over the world.

Han Yue, the servant of the Criminal Department, tried his best to be sparse and earnestly admonished. Li Chun was extremely angry and wanted to punish him, but the virtuous minister Pei Du's people persuaded him to demote him to the history of Chaozhou Thorn.

The following year, Li Chun began to take pills, his temperament changed rapidly, he was irritable and irritable, wantonly killing the eunuchs on the left and right, and the officials panicked all day long.

In 820 AD, Li Chun died in the Zhonghe Hall of Daming Palace. Throughout his life, he never made a posterity.

On his left hand, the string of prayer beads that he had never taken off was missing.

In the best hospital in the city center, Old Man Tang's bedside was full of relatives.

I heard from the doctor that the old man left last night, and he must have had a good dream, with a peaceful smile on his face.

And the string of Buddha beads that the old man never refused to leave his hand, a crack quietly appeared on one of the Bodhi seeds, the red rope was suddenly broken, and the sound of the beads falling to the ground was very loud in the quiet ward.

In the next second, there was the cries of the old man's sons and daughters.

When the boss received the copy of "Secret Tang Scroll" sent back by Mr. Tang, it was already the third day after Mr. Tang's funeral.

When the boss watched Xiaoxiao write down the two words Ah Chun one by one, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiaoxiao, what wish did that string of prayers make to you?"

"Wish?" Xiaoxiao dropped the last stroke, looking up at the boss with a curious face.

That's it......

That day, in the Zhonghe Palace, Li Chun was only wearing a yellow undershirt, with his back against the bookcase, and a short blade in his chest.

The rosary, which had never been taken off, was quietly set aside.

He said, "...... Ah Chun, don't, save me again. “

I've always thought that if only I could live forever, I would be fine, but I was wrong, wrong.

He smiled, black blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

I know that if one more Bodhi is broken, it will leave me forever...... I don't want to.

"Ah Chun, I'm ...... I really want to see you......"

Ah Chun desperately saved him, but once the rosary left her hand, she was helpless.

She could only watch this king, who had been with her for countless years, gradually die.

Seeing the man close his eyes and sit there quietly, his heart suddenly felt empty.

Bodhi ...... Do you have a heart, too?

What do you want?

I want to accompany him for the rest of my life.

Even if you can never take on a human form?

Be!

Can.

...... Your dream, I accepted.

A loud cry pierced the silence of the night, and the man held the little baby excitedly, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his pocket and carefully put them on the child's left wrist.

The string of Buddha beads faintly emitted a fragrance, and if you look closely, you will find that there are a whole eighteen Bodhi seeds, each of which has an extremely small crack on it.