The return of the late emperor

The rain poured down, the dark sky was occasionally torn by lightning, and the rain lines hanging from the city buildings and tiled houses were endless.

Inside and outside the quiet and majestic palace city, the sound of rain is full of noise, which hits the ears like dense drumbeats, making people feel confused.A few black figures suddenly appeared in an inconspicuous corner, they bent forward against the corner, and blended into the boundless night in the blink of an eye.

A more distant voice came from far away, the sound was ethereal and faint, no one would care whether the side door of a dilapidated palace not far away was opened and closed, the night wind blew the two lanterns back and forth, and scattered Broken branches and leaves all over the place, they vaguely witness some secrets that cannot be seen in history.

In Shuangpei Palace, in Qingfeng Hall, brothers Zhu Ce and Lan Tao had a drink. They had already dispersed their attendants. They wanted to drink away their worries, but the more they drank, the more sober they became.Both compatriots and frustrated people, the word love has hurt people the most since ancient times.

After drinking a few more cups, Zhu Ce stood up, paced to the window, pushed the window open, turned around and jumped, and leaned against the window lattice, all the movements were done in one go.

"Brother, the master should have left the palace at this time, we were left behind."

"Hmm." Zhu Ce didn't know what he was thinking, and just silently looked at the boundless night outside the window.

Lan Tao didn't get the response he wanted, he was impatient, and he sat down on the couch dishonestly, lifted the small table, dropped the cup, and was about to get up and leave.

"Where are you going?" Zhu Ce turned his head and glanced lazily at Lan Tao.

"You have always been like this, and you won't fight for what you want. I don't care about you anymore. I have to go to the master anyway. Since we are Huangyin, I have to be by his side if he is not dead. He wants to go, he thinks so well, but I don't follow his way."

Lan Tao was not very old at first, two years younger than Zhu Ce, at this time he was only twenty, and he had a baby face, so people would believe that he was an unmarried son.

Zhu Ce thought this way, and looked at the sadness that appeared in his brother's body like a wounded little beast, and finally opened his lips, his voice was hoarse, "Do you know where the master is? I just went to search rashly like this, and I want to When did you find it?"

Lan Tao's eyes brightened, "Brother, you have figured it out. If you are with me, we will not find it in a year. We will find it in ten years. We will not find it in ten years. We will find it in a lifetime, and we will find it one day." There was a sudden glow on his face, and the hanging hands unconsciously pinched the corners of his clothes, his eyes wandered, "Anyway, anyway, don't even think about leaving us..."

"I don't want to go with you now. I promise the master will watch the court in the palace. When everything is stable, send me a message and I'll come to you again." Zhu Ce jumped off the window sill and walked in front of Lan Tao, Straighten the skirt for him, "You have to remember, be careful in everything, don't

Let those who are interested know that the one who is alive is the master, and there is no respect for the emperor in this world. "

"I know." Lan Tao was happy for a moment, and instead of going through the main entrance, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Raising his sleeves, the silvery white silk thread shot out from Zhu Ce's sleeves and then returned, the window was slammed shut, he stayed in place quietly for a while, then cleaned up the messy cups and cups on the floor and stomped slowly Stepping into the bedroom, the candlelight suddenly went out, and the faint light of the night pearl elongated the plain gown and the lonely and frail figure.

A carriage parked outside an abandoned temple in the imperial capital.

"The Wuming Pavilion will send you here. The three promises back then have been fulfilled now. We are waiting for you at any time."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a person came out of the carriage, wearing a black hat and a big cloak, his whole body was tightly wrapped.

"Thank you all." The cold wind hit, and a low coughing sound came from under the bamboo hat, with bony fingers and a snow-white chin faintly showing.

After the sound, the carriage staggered and continued on the road, and the man entered the ruined temple.

Because the temple has been abandoned for a long time, it is very cold and humid, and there is no light at all. Perhaps the bystanders really can’t see their fingers, but the man is very familiar with the road. He went straight to a cobweb-covered Buddha statue with mottled golden body. When he stretched out his hand, there was nothing. He picked up the tribute plate of the object, walked along the small steps to the back of the Buddha statue, and put the small plate into an inconspicuous crack in the wall.

Three, two, one, counting silently to three, a stone brick suddenly protruded from the wall, took out the stone brick, and there was a small box inside.The man put the casket in his bosom, put everything back together, walked slowly down the steps again, and put the saucer back where it was.

Taking off the bamboo hat, that person is the just-deceased Emperor Jing, Sikong Mingke.

"Mr. Qu, how long do I have? Tell me, don't hide it."

"You kid, you're going to die anyway, and it's really annoying to ask what you're asking, two and a half years, at most two and a half years." The divine doctor Qu, known as the sage of medicine by the world, was so angry that Sikong Mingke couldn't help but think of the scene at that time. Smiling, the smile dilutes the fierceness between the brows.

Three years, in the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed.

He bent down and put down his bamboo hat, untied his cloak, spread it on the ground, and went to sleep with his clothes on. Tomorrow would be a new day.

Xiaochongshan is a place with a very beautiful scenery. It is named because of the large number of hills and overlapping mountains.Although it is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the imperial capital and not at the feet of the emperor, it is also inseparable from the royal family.

Twenty li away from here is the imperial mausoleum, which is also his, Sikong Mingke, the late Emperor Jingdi, the well-known burial place of the world.

During the time when he just left the palace, he was busy with some things, and the place he was in was a place where there was no information. When he knew that Xiao Jiu was going to guard the imperial tomb, he hurried over here, that silly boy, good job However, he chose to live alone in that cold place for the rest of his life... Fortunately, he still had some breath left, so he had to make proper arrangements for this worrying child.

There are many guards in the imperial mausoleum, Ming Ke has been suffering from illness for many years, and his internal energy is only [-]% remaining. It is impossible to enter the secret room accompanying the mausoleum to see Kang Yongjia without disturbing anyone, not to mention that he is planning to abduct people away.

During this period of time, Min Ke has been observing the handover activities of the imperial mausoleum guards, and has discovered the pattern. Every half a month, the emperor will send people to deliver supplies. At that time, Kang Yongjia will leave the secret room and lead the team to this small mountain to receive supplies.

When they returned, it was the road that Minke was squatting at this time.

One year, he brought Xiaojiu to the Imperial Mausoleum, talking about this season, the yellow fruit from Xiaochongshan is the most delicious, Min Ke believed that his Xiaojiu would definitely leave the team to search for such a small dish in the mountains and plains, and put it in his coffin side.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little sad, if his plan went well, when he actually died in the imperial tomb two years later, no one would find a plate of yellow fruit to commemorate him at this time of year.

Suddenly there was the sound of neat steps in the forest, it should be.

Ming Ke held his breath, dodged and hid in the secret place among the trees, remained silent for a long time before poking his head out, and saw the group of people leaving from a distance, and the leading young general was Kang Yongjia.And Kang Yongjia said something to an attendant beside him, and then left the team.

At this time, it is a good opportunity.

The author has something to say:

This article began in a summer vacation in the 13th year of high school. It was put on hold for various reasons. After graduating in 15, I discovered that Jinjiang’s harmonious wind was popular. The manuscripts saved during the study period were no longer suitable. Sudden optic neuritis, there is a risk of blindness, I chose the latter between the two options of posting and then stopping updating or not posting at all.Come back now, slowly flatten the pit, hoping to have a beginning and an end, and give this story that has just begun an ending.thank you all.