The return of the late emperor

When Min Ke woke up, the sky was already bright.

A gleam of light seeps in from the exquisitely carved window lattices, the curtains of Daiqing wearing flowers and a hundred butterflies and peonies are hanging low, there is no wind in the hall, and the soft gauze curtains have never been blown out of wrinkles.

It was really too quiet, Min Ke lifted the brocade quilt, and was about to get up and go to bed, when his hand suddenly touched something cold.

It was a fine iron chain about the width of a little finger but flat, firmly locked on Min Ke's waist, it was exquisitely made and not offensive.He stretched out his hand and shook it, it didn't have much weight, the chain collided, and the sound was crisp, um, it was a good object, and it seemed to be made by the old man Zhu Chi.

Min Ke rubbed the center of his brows, sighed softly, now he is self-inflicted.

The chain was quite long, enough for Minke to move freely in this hall. He glanced around, only to feel that the furnishings were inexplicably familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, oh, it was the original Fengwu Palace.

Min Ke looked at a mirror not far away, which vaguely reflected his sideburns, and with a thought, he got off the couch, walked to the mirror and sat down.

As if in a lifetime, Min Ke hasn't seen his real face for a long time, his past memories are almost blurred, and he still doesn't remember his eyebrows.

The face reflected in the mirror was extremely cold and glamorous, with an unreasonable obsession, extremely fair complexion, reflected by the morning light, unexpectedly exuded a chill.

Min Ke started off, he really didn't like this face, it always reminded him of many bad memories.When he looked down, he was attracted by an exquisitely carved copper box on the case. The box was not locked, and his pale hands

With a slight lift of the finger, the lid was lifted, and there were piles and piles inside, all of which were hand-copied scriptures, and the box was filled again after a few folds.

Ming Ke paused, took a few folds and put them in his hand to examine them carefully. The ink marks were clear. The date was from a while ago, and it seemed that there were no more after that. The date of interruption should be the day when he knew he was still alive. As for the earlier excerpts, he walked towards the carved phoenix sandalwood round corner cabinet that was exactly the same as the one in Fengwu Palace.

Opening the cabinet, it was filled with exactly the same copper boxes, arranged one by one according to the year and month, and there were several scrolls standing on the side, Min Ke was about to reach out to take it, but heard a cold snort behind him .

"Oh, Your Majesty, there are all your portraits inside."

Ming Ke's hands trembled, and he turned around, only to see Changsun Qiyi leaning on a small couch not far away. He didn't know how long he had been here, but there was no movement from the beginning to the end.Min Ke pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to take the scroll to unfold. The picture is still bright, and the color of the person in the painting is still the same, but the ink of the small characters mentioned on the side is already blurred, and only a few sporadic words can be vaguely seen, which seems to be misunderstood. It's time for Begonia.

Last year we leaned on the swing together, but this year we climbed the railing alone.If you miss the time for Begonia, you can't just wait for the flowers to die. (note: quote)

It wasn't water that blurred these handwritings, but someone's tears, and this so-and-so was standing in front of him at this moment. This realization overwhelmed him with complicated emotions for a moment, until he couldn't breathe, but Ming Ke knew that love was not included in this complicated mood.

Seeing that Ming Ke hesitated to speak, Changsun Qiyi narrowed his eyes and said, "You think these scrolls are mine? Your Majesty, don't look at me like this, it makes people sad." He approached Min Ke, snatched the painting, tore it, split it in half, threw it on the ground, and pointed to the open cabinet door, "The scriptures are mine, and those paintings are all from His Majesty." It was collected from the palace of the most beloved Ren Guijun."

When Ming Ke heard it, his heart skipped a beat, he wasn't sure what the expression on Changsun Qiyi's face was, so he said carefully: "Ayi, you have ascended to the great position, the world is yours, let's put it down as soon as possible."

Changsun Qiyi didn't answer, with a half-smile on his face, and then said shallowly: "I thought it was Prince Xiang's wishful thinking, but the Son of God had no intentions, now it seems that the Son of God also has intentions, and I have become a villain who stops you. As for the world? Respect the Emperor Well, my eldest grandson Qiyi just took the south seat, and you and Ren Ming's children are sitting in the north seat!"

Kneeling down to pick up the torn painting, Min Ke said softly, "If you take down the north side, it's your fault. I believe Ayi, you will be a good emperor."

"Your Majesty really has no memory, or did you not take what I said before to heart at all." Changsun Qiyi smiled, and the originally gentle face suddenly seemed to be covered with ice, and the slightly shattered hair on the forehead could not stop her. He stared at him as if poisoned, "What am I competing with a puppet child who doesn't know a single word? Speaking of which, it reminds me, why don't you and I have a child too? Look at this In the end, the country will be unified in the hands of their brothers." He sincerely thought this idea was good, and there was a vaguely weird smile on the corner of his lips.

Min Ke felt embarrassed and didn't know how to respond, so he just stood up and turned around, ready to close the door of the cabinet, and put his hands on the round corner cabinet, the hands wrapped around his waist suddenly, the plain white fingers were firmly intertwined, faintly Visible veins bursting from the wrist.

"Ayi, calm down." Min Ke turned his head to avoid the warm breath coming from his neck, and tried hard to break the ten fingers bound around his waist.

A thin layer of red appeared on Changsun Qiyi's pale face, her brows were slightly curved, and her lips were slightly pursed: "Your Majesty, if you move again, I may not be able to guarantee whether you will have more silver needles on your body."

Ming Ke stopped his hands suddenly, and felt a lot of relief in his waist instantly, he let out a breath, and said lightly: "Ayi, don't make any more mistakes."

"What's wrong, why don't I tell the world tomorrow and make you my Yuanjun. Then you and I will be bound together forever in the green book." Changsun Qiyi smiled more cheerfully, pale face With anger, he became more and more seductive, he kissed Minke's earlobe, and continued to speak softly.

Mingke's face was extremely hot, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ayi, I won't lift it."