The thin fog in the early morning dissipated on the streets, and slowly people came with burdens to prepare to enter the city. The city gates were opened wide, and the soldiers guarding the city began to check. Some distance away from the city gate, a red light broke through the fog!
People who were blown away by the wind on the road looked at each other.
Just now, what was that
In the palace, the second prince presided over the affairs of state on his behalf, but there were still stubborn old ministers who refused to give in, causing many difficulties in government affairs. He dropped the tea cup, his eyes were gloomy, but his smile was even brighter.
Yao Xihu, who has often been by his side recently, trembled slightly in his heart, and was actually a little scared, "Your Highness?"
"It's okay." The second prince comforted her as if talking to himself, "Wait a little longer, wait until then, and see who else dares to go against me again."
Yao Xihu knew that the emperor's physical condition had gradually deteriorated. As time approached, those waiting for the harvest would become more and more uneasy. The pressure was mounting, and even Zhao Yuanya began to feel mentally exhausted. But the current situation did not allow him to stop here. The more his emotions accumulated, the more nervous he became, and the hot volcanic rock surged at the bottom of the mountain.
but-
In the original work, Su Anran's existence is like a calming needle, allowing him to always relax and relieve stress when facing her.
Yao Xihu couldn't believe that he, who could help him in all aspects, could not compare to Su Anran, who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. Zhao Yuanya's current state was completely unlike the hero in the original work, who was overwhelmed by the mountain but remained unchanged. .
She looked gloomy and said, "Yes, once the old emperor dies, we will all be safe."
Zhao Yuanya simply had no time to pay attention to her expression at this time. He only snorted when she said something too blunt and unpleasant, but the next moment, the corners of his mouth tightened.
"Let's go see Father."
Zhao Yuanya's feelings towards the present are very complicated. It's not that the emperor doesn't love him, but it's just not as much as his indulgence and doting on his youngest son, nor as much as his careful cultivation of the prince. Even a father's love that is divided into three parts is not equal. The big part belongs to the prince, and the third prince's part is not thin. Only after the emperor finished dividing it, he remembered that he still had such a son, and cut off the small one. Giving him a tooth is like dividing a melon.
The emperor's little fatherly love is no more valuable than a melon.
Zhao Yuanya sneered.
Therefore, to sit in this position, love and love are nothing, and ambition and ability are enough.
The old man who was over fifty years old on the hospital bed lost his usual rosy face and jade belt in a short period of time. He was now skinny due to illness. His face was dejected. When he saw Zhao Yuanya, he stretched out his withered hand and said, "Prince... Prince..."
"Father, please rest assured. Even if the prince cannot come back, I will still be here."
The emperor's face showed anger, and he clenched his cheeks, "It's you... Ni, Nizi..." He uttered a few words with great force, and then gasped weakly. Obviously, he already knew what his second son was doing behind his back.
The ruthless look in Zhao Yuanya's eyes flashed away, and he slowly smiled, "It's me. My father's death is coming, and this throne will only be occupied by a capable person. The prince himself is incompetent. He is trapped on the battlefield and cannot come back. His father is also unable to come back." Why feel sorry for him?"
The emperor was so angry that he couldn't even breathe. Zhao Yuanya watched coldly from the side until his face turned purple and swollen like a dehydrated fish, then he slowly turned over and patted his back.
"Go away..." The emperor hissed the word from his throat.
Zhao Yuanya turned a deaf ear.
At this time, the little eunuch recently reported that the ministers asked to see the emperor. Zhao Yuanya waved his hand, "Let them come in." The little eunuch carefully glanced at the emperor, but he did not dare to ignore the second prince's order and retreated.
"My father must be very curious as to what they are doing here." Zhao Yuanya said with a smile, "It was my son who asked them to come. If my father wants to draft the imperial edict, he needs someone to write it and someone to bear witness." His ambition was revealed. There is no longer any intention to hide it.
The emperor's eyes swept over the ministers one by one. There were unfamiliar faces, familiar ministers, and even confidants he relied on. He closed his eyes, fearing that these people would succeed due to his mood swings, "You, each one... want to... force me to death." There was finally a hint of angry sadness between the lines.
Each of these people had different expressions, but they all avoided the power of the old emperor who was still as sharp as the tip of a knife.
"... Zhao Yuanya, the second emperor, has a noble character and is deeply respected by me. He will definitely be able to conquer the great power..."
Zhao Yuanya specially read the contents of the edict to the emperor. When the last words fell, he smiled at the emperor and said: "Please use the seal."
"Can you make it in time?"
The sleek sports car was parked in front of the magnificent palace. Abe took in the scenery from the car, which was a unique experience.
Zhao Yuanlang stared at the palace, his dark pupils flashing a light in the sun, "There's enough time."
The death knell has not been heard, and the people have not seen themselves wearing sackcloth or mourning. Everything is still too late.
"That's good."
She drove the sports car backwards for a while. After a brief pause, the sports car drove out with a bang. She pressed the car music, and the earth-shaking rock music roared together with the car!
The third prince Zhao Yuanying was full of blood as the vehicle accelerated, as if he was still fighting on the battlefield!
Abe broke through the first defensive barrier of soldiers with ease, broke up the formation, and began to evade the defenders. Compared with the soldiers in the border city, the defenders in the imperial city were more disciplined. Even if they were frightened to death by the "ferocious beast", they still followed the command and rushed forward one after another to stop the "ferocious beast" from breaking into the palace.
"Accompaniment," the third prince shouted, "Be careful on the left, wow, you actually dare to throw yourself on the roof of the car, are you going to die?"
"Beibei is great! Beibei go, go, go!"
The people in the barrage also started counting:
[Throw away soldiers x7]
[Soldier x11]
[Soldierx35]
[Ah, that one just hit me! so close! ]
[I was fucking laughed to death by the Third Prince, was he a human body barrage? ! ]
It was like Abe was playing a racing game. He stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, changed the brakes, and shifted gears. His movements were smooth and fluid. He quickly caught the flaw and threw away the defenders.
Zhao Yuanlang stared at the people around him in the shaking carriage. After seeing her excited expression, he smiled slightly.
The road to the palace is flat and wide, but at the end of the road is Danbi that reaches into the sky. The steps are paved with flawless white jade and carved with a flying dragon symbolizing the emperor.
Before Zhao Yuanlang and Zhao Yuanying could speak, the motor of the sports car roared, and Abe drove straight up!
[Ah, it feels so good, this feeling of trampling the emperor under my feet, ah, I am dead! ! ! ! ]
[Damn, Beibei is so majestic, I don’t know if I’m playing a speeding game or a coronation ceremony. Anyway, it’s so exciting! ]
In the palace, Zhao Yuanya was forcing the emperor to seal it with his seal.
At this time, it was meaningless whether or not the emperor had personally stamped the seal. However, he just enjoyed the power brought by power and insisted on having his father personally "recognize" the existence of the edict.
The emperor had never suffered such humiliation in his life. His eyes were blood red, and the way he looked at him was not at all kind, but as if he was looking at an enemy who had exterminated his family.
Suddenly, the "bang" sound was deafening, like thunder striking from the sky.
The emperor laughed like he was reflecting on his past, "Beast, if you act like this... you will be struck by lightning sooner or later!"
Zhao Yuanya dusted his sleeves, "Father, you are joking. Your position is not justifiable. I am just imitating my father. Even if one day, I will end up like my father..." He raised his lips. Jiao said, "At least I can afford to lose better than my father."
As soon as the words fell, there were screams outside the door, and a huge creature broke through the door and broke into the inner hall!
The sudden change caused the hearts of those in the palace to almost stop beating, and they could only watch the disaster coming in horror.
Just when the sports car was about to hit a certain minister, the sharp brakes made a sudden sound and stopped just inches away. The minister who was still young and had gained a position because of his high position sat down on the ground.
There was a pause for a moment, and the palace was silent. Only the smell of urine could be smelled, coming from the minister.
The car door opened and someone got out of the car.
Zhao Yuanya was stunned, with a look of shock in his eyes, "Zhao Yuanlang?!"
The legs of the others all went weak for a moment. The hand holding the emperor's jade seal loosened, and the imperial seal fell to the ground.
The prince actually came back alive. Not only that, the distance from the battlefield to the capital was far, but the prince was able to reach the city in just a few days, falling from the sky -
"This, is this a divine beast from the sky?"
"The prince is his destiny..."
The ministers murmured absently.
At this moment, their admiration for the prince has reached its highest point. Even if they were the second prince's people a second ago, it does not prevent them from "complying with the destiny" and turning their sides and surrendering to the son of destiny.
Even Zhao Yuanya felt discouraged for a moment, wondering what the meaning of those things he had done before was.
"This is not a mythical beast!" A sharp female voice came from the side, piercing everyone's eardrums and regaining Zhao Yuanya's consciousness. When Yao Xihu saw the sports car appearing, his expression was a little distorted, "This is just a car, just an ordinary means of transportation."
At this time, another car door opened and Abe stepped out of the car.
She was wearing short-sleeved hot pants, and even though she was covered with a white shirt to protect her from the sun, it was still quite exposed to ancient people. She looked out of place in front of a group of ancient people who were covered up tightly, like a tourist visiting a costume film and television city.
"Ai, Bei." Yao Xihu stared at her face and gritted his teeth.
The barrage in her live broadcast room was beating wildly, but she didn't care, she just stared at the person in front of her.
"Huh?" Abe then saw her and greeted her, "Long time no see."
"Why are you here? And with this face-" Yao Xihu had a splitting headache, "Aren't you Su Anran?!"
Abe tilted his head slightly, "Of course I'm not Su Anran, I am -"
"Wooden Creek."
Yao Xihu had sorted out his thoughts from the neglected threads, and finally realized that he had been tricked, completely and completely!
"You are Mu Xiaoxi!"
The author has something to say: The missing person is back.
I was blamed for my emotional breakdown while writing the article, which led to the disappearance. I haven't finished writing two stories in a row, but the girl group story can barely hold up. The ancient one completely broke my psychological bottom line. I don't know how to continue writing, and I don't know how to go back and revise. At first, I just wanted to take two days off to adjust. For a moment, after all, this short story is coming to an end, but during the few days I took leave, I fell into an even more depressing realization—I didn’t know what to write in the next story.
I feel like I have exhausted myself in a short period of time. I have no inspiration for new stories, the characters I wrote are boring, the emotions have no tension, and I don’t know which story I should choose for the next one. Before writing this article, I thought I was well prepared. There are more than 40 ideas for fast travel in the memo, just choose one. But when I actually wrote it, I realized that because of the main background, a simple story couldn't be used at all. If it's too routine and too simple, how can StarCraft's audience think it's brilliant
Just like the second story about the background of a wealthy president, even if there are some new ideas, because the template is too old, when I write that the Star Wars audience will recognize the heroine, the readers themselves will not recognize the heroine, and they will think that such a plot is very ordinary. , why can it impress the interstellar audience? Readers will be confused and confused, unable to engage in the plot I wrote.
The state at that time felt like being roasted on a fire. I knew I should write something new and different, but the inspiration didn't come. I am a person who gets inspiration every day, but at that time, maybe because I knew that the small inspiration would be rejected by myself, and I would throw it away even if I came up with it, so it suddenly disappeared. I have no ideas for the next story, absolutely, no ideas. I lost my temper in a small group of gay friends, and I didn’t know why I had no direction.
But no matter whether I forced myself to think about it or talked with my gay friends, it had no effect. I later let myself go and did whatever I wanted. Halfway through the process, I came up with some ideas for a new article, but I was still confused about the story choice for this article. I felt like I couldn’t find a suitable story that could be placed in that position.
Later, I went back and read a lot of articles, some new articles, and many old articles that I liked before. While reading the articles, I regained a little impulse to write about emotions and character interactions. Later, I gradually came up with some ideas, but I was not completely satisfied. , but I also roughly decided on the content of the next story, and slowly started to think about it.
It turns out that during this period, I should at least give everyone a reason to explain it, but at that time, I was in a pessimistic and negative mood. When I think about this story, I feel disheartened. I feel that not many readers will want to read it if it is written like this. If you want to give up, just give up. , I just need to find inspiration and finish it myself. Completely cut off from readers' thoughts, I just want to huddle in a corner alone with my work in my arms.
Later, I regretted it when my emotions came back. I should at least give everyone a reason. But it had been a long time since I had written a leave request. I couldn’t write a lengthy essay and felt it was not clear. I wanted to explain it in the essay after updating it, so I just waited.
I’m really sorry for everyone, whether they abandoned the article, brushed off my posts, or were always negative towards me, I’m very sorry for letting you down.
I like the setting of this article very much. I got the inspiration in 2017 and started to formulate it in 2018. What’s funny is that whether it’s the story of the CEO, the story of the girl group, or the ancient story, I recorded it in 17 and 2018. In terms of inspiration, settings, and drafts, only "Story Solitaire" and "For You in the Future" are ideas I came up with in 19 years. Story Solitaire was because I felt that the president's story was not evil enough, so I forcibly added a "prelude" (just Five days before pit opening). At that time, I lost the fight with the inspiration for "For My Future You" and I probably wouldn't have written it. But after I finished the CEO story, I wasn't very satisfied, so I stuffed it into a variety show and wrote it. Because I liked the setting of this article, I thought it would take a long time to think about it. Unexpectedly, when it came time to actually write it, fresh inspiration pleased me the most and made it the easiest to write.
Next, there is the Capital Stars game to write about, and there should be at least three short stories.
I'm actually a little confused. Maybe because two stories collapsed, I'm a little hesitant to update it daily, fearing that it will be irreversible. So now I have two ideas, one is to update it every day when I am in good condition, and update it when I am not in good condition; the other is to stop for a while, finish writing a short story, and then post it every day. (After talking about it, I feel that the two are almost the same)
I'll give them all a try.
If possible, of course, I will try to update it as much as possible to ensure everyone's reading experience. However, I am not pursuing data for this article now, so the goal is not to collapse. You can also save a story and read it again, or you can save it until the end and read it again. It doesn’t matter if you forget it. It is fate that you will want to read it again one day in the future.
Thank you to the little angel who is still preparing to follow up. There was also a little angel who went to Weibo to look for me, but I was hiding from people at the time (when I was in a bad mood, even gay friends asked me about my situation, I didn’t want to reply). I always wanted to wait until I wrote an update before explaining the situation to everyone, but I didn’t expect it. It will take so long.
Once again, I'm sorry for making you worry.
(The last time I checked Weibo, I came across Xiuyu’s comfort. Thank you, Xiuyu. You gave me a lot of support when I wrote this article, but I was quite ashamed at the time, so I didn’t click to read or reply. I don’t know about you. Will you see this, thank you very much for your company =3=)
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