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The road to becoming an emperor is very smooth in He Zheng's body, no one can be as cruel as him and attack so thoroughly. So, the final winner is him.
When he sat on the throne, the officials who opposed him and supported other princes in the past were all ashen-faced, shivering under the congratulations of the officials, or finally bowed their heads willingly.
He felt happy, and he should have laughed, but when he actually sat on the wide and cold dragon chair, his heart was not at all happy.
Desperate, he went back to the dormitory early to rest, but he didn't expect the maid to be so incompetent, even the An Tang he used to drink couldn't prepare well, so he could only ask with tired eyes: "Where is Zhen's An Tang?"
Hearing He Zheng's question, several maidservants who were in charge of serving his meals looked at each other and knelt on the ground begging for mercy in panic, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty atones, there is no soup tonight..."
He Zheng frowned impatiently, "Why? Where's the soup cook?"
In the past, he would not have been entangled in a bowl of tonic soup, but this bowl of safe soup is indispensable to him and has great significance.
Since the day he decided to seize power, the daily killings and schemes have made his heart particularly tired, and at night it seems that he can still hear the sound of crying, disturbing his sleep.
This bowl of An Tang seems to be very precious, it's not that the medicinal materials are scarce, but the prescription of this medicine is very difficult to find, and the effect is also excellent, after taking it every night, it can make his tense meridians slightly relieved, and he can sleep smoothly.
But at this time, even his little comfort was gone.
Until the maidservant's weak mosquito-crying voice came, "Actually... An Tang was sent by the third prince. The prince told the servants and maidservants to keep their mouths shut and not to tell the emperor..."
Why is there no An Tang? The answer is obvious, the third prince is dead, died by his hands, no one will bring him soup at night.
He Zheng froze for a moment, never expecting the answer to be like this, his chest was clogged with depression, and he couldn't move up or down.
He gritted his teeth, so what if it was sent by the emperor, he is already dead! He was restless and shouted: "Then let someone else do it!" He couldn't believe it, such a bowl of decoction was nothing more than it, so it was worth his anger
He Zheng's emotions have always been relatively introverted, even if he has killing intent or anger, he will suppress it well and not express it, but at this time the slaves in the row are all scared by the hostility between his eyebrows and eyes Zhan Zhan said yes again and again, and immediately sent a bowl of warm soup.
In the end, He Zheng only took a sip before throwing the fine porcelain bowl on the ground, breaking it to pieces.
Not this flavor, no! This strange smell seemed to evoke many thoughts in him, and he finally realized that many things had gradually escaped his control and became irreversible.
The group of people serving him couldn't figure out what he was thinking, without hesitation, they knelt down in fear and kowtowed for atonement. Seeing the begging and crying faces, as well as the servile and servile appearance, made He Zheng upset, and their begging for mercy was extremely noisy in his ears, so he simply drove everyone out of the hall.
Facing the empty inner hall, he took off his outer shirt alone, washed, and went to sleep.
He Zheng thought he would be sleepless all night, but in the middle of the night, he dreamed of the dead Helang, the oppression in his chest seemed to disappear, his scriptures also relaxed, and he fell asleep.
But this does not seem to be a dream, but a memory.
When he was still a teenager, the relationship between them was still very close. They read books and practiced calligraphy together, and did not participate in the games of other princes. It was because of He Lang's cold temper that he didn't like to play around with them, and it was because of his disdain.
His mother is the most favored concubine. He was pretentious from birth and enjoyed endless favor. Although he didn't hate Helang, he still looked down on his mother who came from a humble background. By the way, he felt that Helang's The status is also lower than him.
He was arrogant and domineering at a young age. Since his mother died, everything has changed. He has fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. Those who flattered him in the past also mocked him. He was flustered and angry. He often hides in the imperial garden and weeps secretly after being bullied.
And Helang sat quietly in the pavilion far away, watching him. When he stopped his tears, he came over and asked him if he wanted to cry.
He remembered that with hatred in his eyes, he swore that he would become the most honorable person in the world, controlling everyone's fate, life and death.
How did Brother San Huang...? He regretted that he didn't remember every detail, but only vaguely remembered that Helang's hand was very soft and warm, and he used a little force when stroking the top of his head. He, without being afraid or laughing at him, just replied with a smile, "You will."
You'll get your wish and reign supreme—
The night was as cold as water, and the young emperor woke up from his sleep. He looked around in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. He let go of all his restraint and pride, and shrank his body shapelessly. The arc of his bending was fragile and tired.
The hide-and-seek that that person played with him seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
At that time, he would always disappear suddenly, and then when he couldn't find him, and when he waved his hand away angrily, the picture suddenly appeared in front of him again.
But now, will Brother Huang still appear
...
Helang felt that he was dead, because his body was icy to the bone, but he felt that he was still alive, because he felt that his soul was gradually coming out of his body, light and floating with the wind, free and easy.
He didn't know where he belonged, so he could only wander aimlessly, thinking about whether he was going to be reincarnated, whether he would meet He Zheng in his next life, and he couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart.
His soul ascended to the mid-air, and the surroundings seemed to be empty, and he did not see a single thing.
"Before reincarnation, make an exchange with me." A middle-aged man's voice sounded in the air, and it is unknown where he said this.
Helang was still curious about this first person he met after death, especially the exchange he mentioned, could it not be done after reincarnation
The same voice sounded again, "You will definitely agree to me, this is a good deal. Little brother, you have not yet reached the end of your life, you shouldn't die young, and it won't be long before you will be summoned to reincarnate. You You should know that people have three souls and six souls, right? And I only need your one soul to revive you, right?"
The other party's voice seemed a bit cunning, but Helang was unmoved, and his words were full of loneliness and despair, "What about resurrection..." His relatives are no longer there, and the person he admires has no other in his heart. He is alive, but he is implicated. Innocent people around.
The nameless person was obviously displeased, "You can't say that, because you died young, so you have to enjoy some interesting things in the world after resurrection."
To be honest, before he found Helang, he also met another wandering soul, but the other person seemed to be an infatuated kind, he never forgot his former lover, and refused to hand over his soul no matter what, the resurrection was to him It is not tempting to say, because his lover has been dead for many years.
He also had to admit that it was very difficult to casually ask someone to hand over his precious soul.
Wumingren didn't intend to force Helang, but what he said just now moved Helang's heart again.
Indeed, he spent most of his childhood in the deep palace, watching flowers and the moon every day, accompanied by books or ancient Buddhas with blue lanterns, unlike other princes who had the opportunity to fight on the battlefield or govern, life outside the palace, There are also many worlds that he has never experienced before.
Because I haven't experienced it before, so when I think about it now, I long for it again. Because of being alive, there are infinite possibilities and hopes, and he still wants to live.
"I promise." Helang nodded, giving him an affirmative answer.
Seeing that he had made a good decision, Wu Mingren was very satisfied, and waved away Helang's Qingpo.
A transparent and tangible thing was pulled out from the top of Heron's head. A pain came from his brain and even his soul. I don't know if it's sadness or anticipation.
When that emotion left his body with great difficulty, there was a loud noise from his soul, like the sound of the recombination of the soul and the penis, and when he opened his eyes again, he already had a body, and the touch of the skin was real and vivid. With warmth, he landed firmly on the ground.
He looked at the sparsely populated villages in the distance, his boiling blood instantly cooled down, and when he thought of He Zheng again, his heart became a wave of still water without any waves, and his numb heart, which had been hurting all the time, became calmer than ever before. Losing the soul and gaining a new life, who can say that this is a bad thing
Without the shackles of emotional injuries, he is a newborn. Helang looked up at the emptiness in the sky, faintly feeling that the unknown person hadn't disappeared, so he immediately thanked him, hesitated again and again, and made another request.
Wu Mingren's character is very forthright and generous, and after becoming his own wish, he is also willing to help Helang.
"I want my jade." It was the piece of jade left by his mother.
In Helang's eyes, unknown people are universal. His other half of the jade was given to He Zheng, but after losing Qingpo, he lost all affection for him, so he naturally wanted to get it back, but he couldn't go back to the palace, so he could only turn to him for help.
Originally thought that his request would be very embarrassing, Helang was ready to be rejected, but Wu Mingren seemed to be very powerful, and this matter was no different from a piece of cake in his eyes, so he agreed He got down and said: "It's a trivial matter, just treat it as convenient for me and you."
When the other party said it, he let out a long "um—" as if he was rummaging for something.
Helang waited quietly, and then suddenly a heavy object appeared in his hand, and the familiar touch made his cold heart recover a bit of warmth.
He curled his mouth and thanked the unknown person, but he seemed to have left.
Helang took out his other half, put the two halves together, and they fit together beautifully. Moreover, when the two pieces of jade came into contact, they attracted each other like magnets and fused together. It became a whole piece of jade without a trace of gap.
Helang frowned, puzzled by the strangeness of this piece of jade. Just as he was about to examine it, he saw a flash of dazzling light. He closed his eyes, but unconsciously let go of his hands. When he was worried that the jade would fall to the ground, After it was broken, I looked down, only to find a completely black booklet on the ground.
He remembered that he didn't have this booklet just now, so he picked it up and continued to look down for his jade, muttering to himself, "Where's the jade?"
Unexpectedly, the booklet in his hand seemed to be able to understand human speech. He shook his body and made a loud sound of flipping through the book. He turned the first page by himself, and the clear large characters on it were reflected in Helang's eyes.
[I am]
Helang was stunned for a while, he didn't feel scared, but just found it interesting, so he continued to ask tentatively, "Do you have spirituality?"
The manual ignored his question and continued to turn pages on its own.
[Since you opened the manual, you have been bound by the manual! I hope the host accepts the arrangement of fate and successfully completes the tasks of each world...]
Although Helang couldn't understand what he meant, he probably knew that he seemed to be arranged to go to another world, he frowned. "What if I don't want to?"
[It's up to the host, the host will be automatically transported to other worlds soon!]
"Then what if I don't do the task you said?"
[will die.]The answer in the booklet is very concise.
Helang was helpless, he had just been resurrected, and was threatened with death again. Anyway, he has nowhere to go now, so he compromised and stopped resisting. He just continued to ask, "What kind of manual are you? What do I need to do when I go to the world you mentioned?"
The booklet in front of me paused for a long time, then slowly opened a page and explained:
[I am a handbook to help male protagonists in every world achieve success. The mission of the host is consistent with my goal.]
Helang nodded knowingly, a gentleman has the beauty of being an adult, if he can help others achieve success, he would naturally be happy. Since he can't resist, he will accept it completely and experience a different kind of life...
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After the new emperor ascended the throne, his temperament seems to have changed drastically. He used to show bloodthirsty characteristics, but now he is extremely afraid of seeing blood, and his calm and steady personality has also become violent. From time to time, his delicate nerves will be touched, and then punished. A large number of palace people.
With all his brothers dead and few relatives left, he never married a wife or took a concubine, and there were few people in the palace, so it seemed that he was always very lonely.
Passing by the imperial garden, countless memories swallowed He Zheng like a raging tide, and he was horrified to find how much he longed to see the figure sitting in the pavilion again.
Watching him day after day, as well as the regular gifts, the Antang that was sent every night, and the box full of his paintings and calligraphy in his house, the Zhong family who had always opposed him, but suddenly supported him to ascend the throne ... All the heart and love in this matter originally came from that person.
He has never noticed that that person has always been unknown, so insignificant, willing to stand behind him, even if his hands are stained with blood, he will only help the evildoers and tolerate his brutality.
It wasn't until his wish was fulfilled and that person died that he realized that his love was so beautiful, and it was the only comfort he had left, but he didn't know it at all, and he killed this tenderness with his own hands. He is willing to turn back, but the person who has been behind him is no longer there.
He shrunk his tall body weakly, remembering the many things that Helang had given him, he regained his strength all of a sudden, raised his head joyfully from the disappointment, and immediately called the maid, and asked her to bring up all the things that Helang had sent , even thinking about others after seeing things can make him feel better.
But the palace lady replied obediently, before him, she once said that she would not accept gifts from the third prince, so the servants always received orders and threw them away...
So, he didn't even think about it? Thinking of this, He Zheng was so exhausted that he couldn't even get angry. He raised his head in a daze, his cheeks were cold, as if tears were flowing.
The emperor's distressed appearance was shocking, the maid hurriedly knelt down and reminded him that there was still a piece of jade in the inner hall, but she didn't say anything, the emperor rushed to the inner hall regardless of his image, flipping through the small jade in a panic. In the locker, I finally found the small brocade box, which was empty.
"Where's my jade? Where's my jade?!" He Zheng yelled incoherently and repeatedly, resolutely turned over the locker, and finally smashed even the locker to pieces.
Several palace maids were also frightened, and they didn't know what was going on. The half piece of jade was well managed by them, and no one had ever approached it... Why did it disappear? Looking at the mad emperor , they were all in despair.
He Zheng's body fell to the ground with a thud, and the coldness of the ground directly reached his heart. He pushed away the maid who was about to help him up, and covered his eyes with his arms weakly.
The only thing that man left him is gone... nothing is gone... he is gone...
The emperor lying on the ground in embarrassment only felt that the sky was spinning, and all the noisy voices in his ears and the blurred picture in front of him were completely shattered. In the darkness of despair, he formed the voice and smile of a person—Helang.
He is arrogant and conceited, thinking that his world has never let Herang go, but now, he has to admit that his whole world is his, leaving no space left.
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