Rungu

In the peaceful and prosperous age, the Shangyuan Festival.Princes and nobles walked out of the gates one after another to celebrate with the people.The emperor, who was in his prime, dismissed everyone, and was only accompanied by a personal eunuch, sitting in the imperial garden.Although the candle lights hang high in the imperial garden, it looks cold because of the lack of popularity.

There is a bright corridor beside him, and in front of him is a stone table carved with a chessboard. The emperor sat on the stone bench, stroking the shallow ravine on the table with his fingers.

"Zhen," the emperor looked up at the bright moon surrounded by dead branches, paused for a long time, closed his eyes to feel the cold winter wind, and then sighed, "I'm old."

"I am old, but he is still young." The emperor said again.

The personal eunuch understood, and comforted him: "Nowadays, the world is peaceful, and we all rely on His Majesty's hard work to govern. First, the Prime Minister will feel relieved for His Majesty when he sees it in the sky."

"I don't know if I can see him again in the underworld."

"How could it be?" said the personal eunuch, causing the emperor to turn his head suddenly.

The personal eunuch was taken aback, but he laughed twice, and then said: "The prime minister has great merits and virtues, and he will definitely be ranked among the immortals. When your majesty saw him, he must not be in the underworld, but in the underworld." Heaven."

"I want to see him. I..." The emperor stood up, put his hands lightly on the edge of the stone table, raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance, "I have been working hard for so many years. Whatever he wants me to do, I will I'm done. I'm tired and I want to see him."

Hearing this, the personal eunuch broke out in a cold sweat in shock: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty misses the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister misses His Majesty. There is no rush to meet each other. No matter how long it takes, the Prime Minister will wait for Your Majesty. What's more, you can still dream Your Majesty must never..."

"I never dreamed of him..."