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【Extras about Emperor Xuanwu】

A dream in spring and autumn, the floating life has passed.

The surrounding area is covered with white mist, and there is a figure in the mist that can only be seen vaguely.

For some reason, his heart started to tug, and as he approached slowly, the figure gradually became clearer and familiar, the man with his back turned to him, dressed in a white brocade robe, pointing at the piano in front of him. The strings were plucked lightly, and the lyre played a pleasant sound.

Lingling is like a stream, gurgling by.

He knew this song, and the people in front of him were also extremely familiar, as if it had been engraved countless times in his mind, and he could never forget it.

But for some reason, the name stuck in his throat, and it was difficult to spit it out.

He frowned and put his hand gently on his throat. The man who was stroking the string looked back, his eyebrows were picturesque, his face was like a jade crown, although the eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, the red cinnabar mole added a touch of color, vaguely It was what he remembered.

He stood still, afraid that if he moved, the man would disappear in the clouds.

"A Xuan..."

He heard the man calling him softly, picturesque eyebrows stretched, and he seemed to be looking at him with a smile.

In this faint smile, he was intoxicated, and desperately wanted to hug him, and gently rest his chin on the hair on the top of his head as he did a long, long time ago, but he hadn't had time to put it into practice, the surroundings But the scene suddenly changed, completely darkened, the white mist turned into black mist in an instant, and there seemed to be faint thunder in the sky.

He looked in the original direction of that person in panic, but he found that there was no sign of that person.

"A Xuan..."

The voice came from behind him, he turned his head and faced a face bleeding from all seven orifices, the man was still smiling sadly, the familiarity between his brows and eyes was no longer there, replaced by a cold and biting hatred, he said:

"Since you have abandoned me, why do you want to kill my wife and children? Take my life?"

"Even if you go down to eighteen levels of hell, I will never forgive you! I want you to live in regret forever!"

……

"!"

Xuan Hua quickly opened his eyes, the horror from the nightmare still remained in his mind, he gasped for breath, because the panting was too fast, he started coughing, and this coughing could not stop for a while.

The cold sweat on his forehead trickled down to the corners of his eyes, stinging a little.

"Come here!... Cough cough, come here!"

The person who guarded the door hastily opened it since the thunder struck, and trotted in. Seeing the scene of the emperor in distress, he was not surprised. He didn't dare to look any further, so he took tea and handed it to him. He lowered his head respectfully: "My lord, please tell me."

"Is it thundering outside? Light all the candles here, the brighter the better."

Mr. Zhang responded, and lit the candles one by one with the candles in his hand, and the house was brightly lit like daytime.

There are still thunderstorms outside the house, and there is no sign of subsiding.

Seeing the emperor's tired expression, Manager Zhang asked for instructions and kneaded his temples and brows for him, and asked tentatively, "Do you want me to fetch the elixir?" After he nodded in agreement, he took the so-called Jiuxuan Pill coming.

Xuanhua swallowed the elixir, with an expression of addict-jun-zi appearing on his face.

Who would have thought that the emperor of the Xuanwu Dynasty had a hidden illness since a long time ago. At first, he was unable to visit his concubines, but later his health became worse and worse, so he relied entirely on pills for support, and his insides were completely empty

His own body knows a thing or two, but there are still some things that must be done by himself.

The villain he survived has become more and more disturbed these years, and he doesn't seem to be in his eyes, and the child left behind by Yu'er... looks more and more like him. ...The temperament is also similar, just like the boy in his memory...

He was immersed in the illusory effect brought by the elixir, and the face with the cinnabar dotted between the brows appeared in his mind, and his old fingers twitched unconsciously.

He escaped!

When Xuanhua heard the news, he couldn't breathe for a while. Manager Zhang hurried up to help him, but he kicked him away. When he realized what he had done from the severe headache, Zhang The manager had already got up from the ground, even though he had been suffering from a long illness, this kick hit the center of the head, leaving a trace of blood on the corner of Manager Zhang's mouth.

Although he was a little bit remorseful, Xuan Hua had never let go of his body except for his Lingjun in his life, let alone now when his mind was still a little unclear.

Fortunately, Director Zhang has been with him for so many years and knows him very well, so he just wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, lowered his head respectfully and presented the pill, saying: "My lord, the pill you want." After taking the medicine, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Xuanhua felt relieved after taking the medicine, but this time the impetuous mood not only did not subside, but intensified instead.

He frowned and felt a little strange.

He wanted to raise his hand but found that his limbs began to lose strength. His expression changed, and his eyes swept towards the only person present: "What did you do?" Now, his face was ugly, and he called out his name: "Zhang Deshen, you have been with me for so many years, I think I have taken you well..."

Mr. Zhang straightened up, and the corner of his mouth that still had a blood mark smiled ironically. He didn't respond to him. After a long silence, he asked back: "I wonder if the sage still remembers Yigui?" Xia was not surprised, "In the ninth year of Xuanwu 280, the emperor decreed that the whole family of the Zhang family who had an affair with the concubine be executed. I am the second son of that family, Zhang Dechen."

Emperor Xuanwu also did not expect that beside him was a poisonous snake that had been brewing revenge poison for many years.

Zhang Dechen said: "Now the outside world has been controlled by the Nine Kings. The so-called Nine Profound Pills you have eaten for many years have been poisoned to the bone and are doomed. But don't worry, neither I nor the Nine Kings will let you Died so easily."

Outside the door, a group of guards with knives filed in and sealed the exit tightly.

Xuanhua saw the situation, coupled with the gradually losing strength of his limbs, it was clearly the end of the road, but he didn't panic, the emperor's prestige over the years had already penetrated into his bone marrow, he smiled and said: "It's doomed... that's not necessarily the case."

Before the words fell, he suddenly pressed his hand down, and his body rolled down the opened bed. With the disappearance of the other person, the bed returned to its original state. I can't even touch it.

"...cough cough!..."

The cold secret passage seemed to add weight to his body, but after moving the wall for a while, Xuanhua only felt that his limbs were already as heavy as a thousand catties. In order to get to the place he must reach before completely losing the ability to move, he now All I could do was try my best to move.

However, the road that has never been difficult is so long, and the darkness seems to have no end.

Xuanhua's eyes had already started to blur, but he still saw the light in the darkness, and in the end he could only wriggle slowly on the ground, slowly moving to that place like the ugliest and most disgusting bug.

He pushed open the coffin lid, supported the side of the ice coffin and slowly buried himself in it.

It can only be done like this.

Inside the ice coffin is a white bone. This white bone looks like a jade carving. It is extremely beautiful, like a perfect collection.

He looked at the bone seriously for a few breaths, grasped one of its bones with his uncontrollable hands, and clenched it tightly. Because of his weight, the bone slowly sank into his chest, and finally fell deep into his chest. Deep - into the slow beating heart.

This is an extremely slow process, and therefore extremely torturous.

At the moment when his heart was pierced by bones, his limbs also completely lost consciousness, only the eyeballs could still move.

He closed his eyes, and kissed the white skeleton that was close to him, only to feel that he was colder than the white bones that had been polluted by the ice coffin for many years.

He seemed to see his own blood pouring down, soaking the jade bone, and in a daze, he seemed to see the cinnabar on Xuan Yu's cold brow.

So beautiful.

He seemed to hear someone calling him, "Brother Xuan" crisply, and the young man with sand on his brows smiled gently at him.

The heart with the bones of the man in it finally stopped beating so weakly.

If you hate me no matter how much you hate me, you still want to turn into the same piece of loess with me, blend and die, and go to hell together, he thought.

until the last moment.

He also didn't know if he felt any regret for this lonely life.

The author has something to say:

Slag Gong must be abused, so Mao didn’t write about the hero’s side story but wrote about him. A simple and rude reason is to abuse him_(:з」∠)_

In the past two days, the stupid author will participate in a large-scale horror film "Back to School", and the update may be uncertain... Next week, the recovery day will be updated! orz