When he walked into the palace, Xiang Yu saw Yang Jian, who was critically ill.

Yang Jian lay on the bed, dying.

At this moment, Yang Jian opened his eyes and said, "Prince, you're here!" ”

"I'm coming!" Xiang Yu said.

Yang Jian said: "You do things, I don't worry!" Just be careful, the world is deep! ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Jian closed his eyes.

There are no last words to say, what should be confessed, it was already explained a few years ago.

Xiang Yu sighed in his heart, and when he arrived in the side hall next to him, he sighed in his heart, Yang Jian was going to die.

The crown prince is about to become the emperor.

It's just that at this moment, Xiang Yu is becoming more and more determined in his desire for immortality.

At this moment, Mrs. Xuanhua appeared.

Mrs. Xuanhua, is the princess of Chen Guo, the younger sister of Chen Shubao, and the ally of the King of Jin, seems to be in her early twenties, with a slender figure and a graceful demeanor, with eight treasures on her head and a flying swallow hairpin, wearing a cherry purple neon dress on her upper body, and a white mopping smoke cage plum blossom baishui skirt on her lower body.

In the noble and refined, there is a bit of melancholy temperament, and she is a classical lady.

As for Mrs. Ronghua, she is taking care of Yang Jian.

Mrs. Xuanhua and Mrs. Ronghua are two completely different beauties, one is slender, the other is small and exquisite, the other is noble and melancholy, and the other is beautiful and refined.

"Thank you for taking care of your father!"

Xiang Yu said respectfully.

"Prince, Your Majesty is old after all!" Mrs. Xuanhua said: "The future of our sisters depends on you!" ”

Xiang Yu nodded, noncommittal.

The vigil was like this, and it was about midnight when Yang Jian died.

Restraining the corpse, Xiang Yu was in a complicated mood.

Soon, Xiang Yu put on filial piety clothes and began to hold a funeral.

When the news of Yang Jian's death came, the whole city was shocked, and many people were sad, Yang Jian was really good as an emperor and had good popularity. Passing away at this moment, many people are sad and crying.

But soon, Chang'an was calm again.

The world is calm again.

King Jin has been the crown prince for ten years, especially in the last three years, Yang Jian almost didn't ask about big things, and handed them all over to the prince.

The prince is very capable and handles everything in an orderly manner.

The emperor died, the crown prince ascended the throne, and the process was smooth and stable.

About ten days later, Yang Jian was buried.

Xiang Yu took off his sackcloth and began to ascend the throne as an enemy.

At the moment of ascending the throne, Xiang Yu looked at the ministers and was in an unusually calm mood.

The old era is gone, and the new era is slowly opening.

……

In the palace.

Xiang Yu was reviewing the folds, but looking at them, he felt a little irritated.

With a wave of his hand, he folded it and threw it on the ground.

But suddenly I looked up and saw a line of words pasted next to it.

Be calm in case of trouble!

Xiang Yu suppressed the impetuosity in his heart, played it again, and continued to review.

The Son of Heaven is full of things and messes people's hearts; The minds of the courtiers are like ghosts, and they are easily weak and irritable; With great power in his hands, it is easy to be unscrupulous.

Surrounded by beauty, brocade clothes and fine food, it is easy to wear out the will.

It doesn't matter if it's short, if it's a long time, your will will decline, and your cultivation will continue to degenerate, thus destroying your foundation!

Many martial arts masters are ascetics, afraid of wealth and glory, and corrod their will.

But if you experience chaotic things, and your mind does not waver; Hold power without abusing it; surrounded by beauty, but does not delay big things; Brocade clothes and jade food, but not swayed by it.

In this way, you can be sanctified and become an emperor.

Become a generation of Holy Emperors.

It is like a heart like a child, a newborn baby, who has never experienced it, and naturally has a heart like a child; One is to experience all kinds of red dust, and still have a pure heart.

The way of the Holy Emperor is to experience all kinds of life situations, I am still me, I am still that teenager.

This is also the way of the yang god.

Xiang Yu suppressed his impetuosity, and read the folds in the study, outside the window was a quiet courtyard, the majestic wind was blowing, and there was the sound of brushing.

With full attention, the words flowed smoothly.

After Xiao Meiniang came in and lit sandalwood, she didn't bother him anymore, and quietly retreated.

After a while, Xiao Meiniang brought Mrs. Xuanhua over.

Xiao Meiniang's body is enchanting, with thousands of postures, but Mrs. Xuanhua's elegant dress is graceful and elegant.

Xiao Meiniang said: "Madam, I am only twenty-three years old, younger than me, but I want the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, are you willing to spend this life?" ”

Mrs. Xuanhua sighed: "What if you are unwilling? ”

Xiao Meiniang said: "Your Majesty is handsome, and she is a strange man in the world, so it is better for my sister to follow Your Majesty!" ”

Mrs. Xuanhua said, "No." I am Your Majesty's concubine, how can I have an affair with Your Majesty! ”

Xiao Meiniang continued: "Is my sister willing? Besides, we are Hu people, and it is nothing for Hu people to marry their mothers, who in the world dares to say it! ”

Mrs. Xuanhua was dumbfounded, and said after a while: "But Your Majesty, covet my beauty!" ”

Xiao Meiniang said: "Naturally not. There is no shortage of beauties in the harem, there are more than many sisters, Your Majesty will not speak, will not take the initiative, everything depends on my sister to fight for it! ”

"If my sister doesn't want to, you can give up!"

Xiao Meiniang said.

Mrs. Xuanhua was silent.

Xiao Meiniang smiled, did not refuse, just agreed.

used to be high, only in his early twenties, but he was a green lantern ancient Buddha, and he was unwilling to spend his life.

Mrs. Xuanhua went into the water, just one more ally, against the one who was in Cihang Jingzhai.

After hesitating for a moment, Mrs. Xuanhua still carried the teacup and entered the study, and saw the emperor reviewing the folds and quietly entering.

Mrs. Xuanhua gently put the tea on the coffee table, and suddenly saw a few pieces of manuscript paper.

Just a casual glance, but immediately attracted to the past.

The calligraphy of King Jin is not beautiful, but the words on it have an artistic conception.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. Ancient road west wind thin horse. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

is a simple order, but it is intoxicating, as if seeing the loneliness in King Jin's heart.

Suddenly, I saw a piece of paper with the words written on it.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu is looking at the autumn moon and spring breeze, a pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and how many things in the ancient order are all laughed at. ”

In the words, there is also loneliness and loneliness.

Mrs. Xuanhua felt a hint of abnormality.

Originally, when King Jin ascended the throne as the emperor, he should be high-spirited, pointing out mountains and rivers, and having indescribable arrogance.

But in these sentences, there is loneliness, as if a monk has seen through the red dust.

Mrs. Xuanhua was fascinated and couldn't help herself.

Xiang Yu said casually: "Xiao Meiniang, take those folds!" ”

"Yes!"

Mrs. Xuanhua nodded and sent some folds!

Xiang Yu put down the pen, habitually stretched out his hand to wrap up the beauties around him, and hugged them in his arms: "Xiao Meiniang, you said that this is ......",

He pressed his mouth to ask something, and was suddenly stunned.

Hold the wrong person.

It's not Xiao Meiniang, but Mrs. Xuanhua.

Mrs. Xuanhua blushed, feeling the breath, especially the skillful movements, and couldn't help but feel numb.

"Uh...... Mrs. Xuanhua, why are you here? Where is Xiao Meiniang? ”

Xiang Yu was stunned, a little embarrassed.

Seeing King Jin's embarrassed appearance, Mrs. Xuanhua herself calmed down a little, lowered her head and said softly: "King Jin, it's the concubine who is wrong!" ”

As he spoke, the two separated.

Mrs. Xuanhua bowed her head and smiled shyly: "Your Majesty has left, and the concubine should also become a monk, so I have come to say goodbye to His Highness!" ”

Xiang Yu said: "Go all the way! When you get to the temple, if there is something unsatisfactory, you can find Xiao Meiniang! ”

Mrs. Xuanhua said: "The concubine understands! ”

Mrs. Xuanhua said: "Can these poems be given to concubines?" ”

Xiang Yu said: "Okay! ”

Mrs. Xuanhua said, "Thank you, King Jin! ”

Mrs. Xuanhua blessed Xiang Yu with a blessing, and turned around with a light lotus step, her walking posture was extremely beautiful, like Luo Shen Lingbo micro-step.