your country my king

You are my monarch

The Buddha has eight pains.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, resentment for a long time, not getting it, not letting it go.

The day when the flowers on the other side bloomed, we were doomed to part. You will forget me, but I will always remember you.

Does it hurt?Get used to numbness, and only memories remain.

You will always be my king, you own half of the world, and I only have you.

You are the king and I am the minister.

How can I see you lying on the lap of a beauty when you are drunk, how can I see that when you make me your confidant, your heart, which is more painful than a knife, is broken into several petals...

--cicada

He stood quietly in front of the mirror, dressing and changing clothes alone.

In the mirror, a peerless beauty is portrayed, her eyebrows are like the daisies of distant mountains, the aura floats between the delicate and beautiful, the black eyes under the eyebrows reveal demure and tranquility, but the gentleness seems to be covered with a layer of tulle, and it is impossible to see the real beauty in the eyes. Emotion, a little cinnabar between the eyebrows adds a touch of charm to the elegant person, but it dissipates without leaving a trace under the gentle smile, only adding a little grace to the picturesque person.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as gentle and elegant as usual, but for no reason, there was a bit of coldness to the bones, like his eyes, under the gentleness, without the slightest emotion.

His long and smooth dark blue hair draped down like a brocade, stretched out his slender fingers, and the fingertips touched the phantom in the mirror. Spreading his fingertips, lowering his eyelids, the boy closed his eyes tightly and sighed softly.

"My lord, Your Majesty has already set off from the bedroom, and will arrive at the prime minister's mansion within a stick of incense."

It was Cong's announcement that interrupted his contemplation. Although no one was around, he subconsciously smiled: "Understood, step back."

"Yes."

When he opened his eyes again, all the coldness in his eyes dissipated. No matter how he looked at him, there was a gentleness that reached his eyes, evoking a smile. He was so warm and moist, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

He, Nine Nights Cicada, is almost a "legendary" person.

With both talent and appearance, he was a prime minister when he was young. He fought with the king and conquered half of the country, so that the king could fight against the emperor.

Myth?

There was a touch of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, if he hadn't met the king ten years ago, everything would be different, right?

"Are you really determined to follow him?"

His eyes were stained with distant memories, his smile became brighter and brighter, and he murmured in a low voice, with nostalgia in his words: "Brother, if you really make up your mind, you won't regret it..."

The first time I saw him in the past, the garden was full of flowers, and the cool breeze was blowing across the field. The young man was just looking back, but he still couldn't forget it. That still immature person walked into his heart just like that.

The elder brother's pained eyes are still in his mind, and they are so clear.There are always a few people who have to be sorry in his life, like a king to him, like him to an elder brother.

"Go out with the truth and welcome the arrival of the king."

That's right, no matter what, the past has passed, and he is here now, the prime minister who is under one man and above ten thousand people.

Opening the door, he smiled.

Today's rhododendrons are extraordinarily fragrant...

"I pay homage to the king, king, forgive me for being late."

The clear voice spread to the hall, and the cold faces of the people in the hall were stained with faint smiles.

"It doesn't matter, Qing's family and Gu, how come the gift of forgiveness and unforgiveness? Would the Qing family be willing to accompany Gu to a restaurant for a drink?"

"The king wants to..."

"Ah, it's time for his minions to be taken away. Those who rely on favor and pride don't need it alone."

Facing Shang Wang's eyes as deep as night, he smiled lightly, calm and breezy. "Sir, I understand."

Is it trust to tell him about Mr. Wei, Shangshu of the Ministry of War?

Maybe a little bit, but... the word "to be proud of one's favor and pride" is really not pleasant to hear.

Wang raised his head in satisfaction. He is a smart man. Wang has always trusted him, and he can be trusted. What should be understood is still to be understood. Public and private should never be confused.

"Your Majesty please, I have made arrangements and will not disturb anyone."

He raised his hand and bowed slightly, with the inherent elegance, even if it was done by a servant, on him, only nobility and indifference can be seen.

Pressing down his hand, meeting his slightly surprised eyes, Wang said calmly: "Yu Si, you don't have to do this, just walk with me."

A smile flashed in his eyes, "Yes."

Inside the restaurant...

"Master Wang, why did you come at a different time today?" The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "Master Wang, is it still the private room on the second floor?"

Lord Wang?He looked at Wang with a little surprise again, Wang, do you come here often?

It seems that the king still trusts him.He chuckled.

"What's the matter?" Wang turned his head and looked at him, who was always gentle and polite, laughing inexplicably, feeling a little confused.

"It's nothing, Lord Wang." He replied solemnly, but he didn't hide the smile in his eyes.

The shopkeeper had noticed the person standing behind the king just now, and in an instant, there was no sound, the beauty was peerless and youthful, and the country and the city could not be more beautiful than this.

The shopkeeper couldn't help blurting out: "Mrs. Wang, you are so beautiful!"

Wang... Madam?His smile froze on his face, and he opened his mouth to speak, and the person in front of him imitated his appearance, and said solemnly with joy: "Let's go, madam."

Smiling helplessly, listening to Wang's intentionally accentuated pronunciation, he knew it was just teasing, but there was a little rippling in his heart.lady……

Entering the private room, all the people around him retreated, he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, this subject has offended you."

"Why are you offending me?"

"I offended the queen's name, please punish me." Although his voice was gentle, it was firm.

"What if I want you to offend me?" Wang stretched out his hand to help him up, "Also, you don't need to call me Wang when you are outside, just ask me to leave."

Wang's first name is Li, Wang's surname is eldest grandson, and eldest grandson is the most noble surname in this country, just like the status of the surname "Jiugongsi" in Huang's country-the emperor's name is Jiugongsiye.

"But..." He frowned slightly, and said hesitantly.The first name is only for intimate people.

"This is Gu's will." Wang said coldly.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Wang's tone gradually softened.

"You are my confidant, if you don't have the courtesy of the court, you should call me by my name, let alone..." A rare smile appeared on Wang's face, "You are still 'madam'."

He was taken aback.confidant?

Three years ago, just like today.

He asked the king what kind of virtue and ability he had, which was enough to make him a prime minister.

Wang said that he has this ability, and he regards him as a confidant.

At this point in his thoughts, he smiled like a peach and plum, graceful and elegant: "Ruo Li really regards the cicada as a confidant, and the cicada would rather die than have any regrets."

There must be a day when the king and the emperor meet each other.

They are all kings, but one world is enough to have one king.

"It's too early to say this. The emperor will not use troops if he is not sure. The most urgent thing is to solve the matter of the Ministry of War."

After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and smiled: "If the king sends him to guard the border as a minister, he cannot refuse."

"Although that is the case, if he is unwilling, he will inevitably fall into the mouth."

"Wang Kezhi, the hero is sad about the beauty pass?"

"The woman who makes Wei Qing fall in love with her must be a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows... Cicada, this plan is very clever!" Approval flashed in Wang's eyes, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for Wei Qing to meet the woman sent by the emperor."

"Did Li make her surrender?" He asked with a smile.

"Naturally." There was also a smile in Wang's eyes, "Sending him and Wei Qing to the border together will restrain Wei Qing on the one hand, and send away a hidden danger on the other."

"If they join forces to treason, there is obviously a reason to eliminate hidden dangers, but if they do it secretly..." He said worriedly, "I don't know if the king has a way to restrain that woman?"

Wang said indifferently, his eyes were cold and ruthless: "That woman's elder sister is in my hands. After three days, she will become an orphaned concubine."

"...So, very good."

He was still smiling, but it was difficult to hear the sound of breathing.

Wang is willing to tell him that he really trusts him.

Obviously he should be happy, yes, he is very happy, but the voice from the depths of his soul cannot be faked.

He will not hate any woman who is close to the king, because this is what they deserve, because whether it is true or for power, he has no right to interfere with the king's thoughts.

It's been ten years, he should get used to it, but why does it happen every time?

Forget it, I have made up my mind to follow Wang Yisheng, watched the destined person step into the queen's bedroom, and then smiled and wished them happiness—he is a confidant, isn't he?

"Cicada, what are you thinking?"

His eyes flickered slightly, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and raised his head, "I was just thinking, next time, what method will the emperor use to insert his people in."

really?

Calmly avoiding his gaze, picked up the wine glass, looked at the blue sky outside the window, Wang Ruo thoughtfully: "Gu Ye, I really want to know."

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This is an article published by Xixi on another website. Xixi can’t log into that website, so I repost it in Jinjiang. It’s not plagiarism. This is the article written by Xixi