your country my king

Theending: sorry and love

Helpless, because people do not know the destiny.

Melancholy, because people cannot rebel against destiny.

The world revolves in the interweaving of love and hate, never stopping.

Because of its rotation, we meet and miss; chase and wait; choose and wander; persist and give up.

I never regret falling in love with you, but if given another chance, I would rather not meet you.

If meeting is destined to be sad, sorry, I think I will choose to miss it.

--cicada

There is a jug of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date; toasting to invite the bright moon, and forming three people facing each other.

Under the moonlight, he stared intently at the wine glass in front of him, when the sound of footsteps came from behind, he smiled slightly, his face was alluring, "Are you here?"

"Yeah." Accompanied by a deep, cold voice, the visitor sat down, and when he looked at him, the ice and snow in his eyes melted, "Jing told you?"

"Yeah. That girl..." There was a flash of love in his eyes, and he smiled lightly.

A suit of plain clothes couldn't hide his peerless youth, and the moonlight cast an outline of his simplicity and elegance. It was obviously not the first time he had met, but Wang was still amazed by it.

"Cicada, I will protect you."

"Yeah." He smiled slightly, the expression in his eyes still unclear.

Pour a glass of wine, Wang took it, feeling a little nostalgic, "Cicada, how long has it been since we had a drink together?"

"At least three years..." There was nostalgia in his eyes.

Wang suddenly smiled, and that smile appeared on Wang's icy face, which was really pretty, "Then today, let's have a good time."

They drank it all in one gulp, and the aroma of the wine lingered, but the two of them became more and more sober, and gradually became intoxicated while sober.

"King, do you know that I have followed you for more than 15 years..." He smiled lightly, seeming to sigh, helpless, and confused.

"Then keep following." So, live well, follow me for the rest of my life, and stay with me for the rest of my life.

"I'm afraid I can't help myself." He shook his head, drank a glass in one gulp, and put the glass on the table, "It's just that I can't feel at ease."

"With me here, don't worry. You will come out, you will never be guilty." You will always be mine.

"Actually, it's okay to feel at ease." After taking another sip, he smiled and his eyes were clear.

He stood up, walked a few steps forward with some trembling, fell into Wang's arms, and whispered softly in Wang's ear: "Let me, completely belong to you..."

After finishing speaking, his lips caressed Wang's cheek, and he stuck out his tongue, gently brushing against Wang's earlobe. Wang froze, and said in a low voice, "Cicada, you're drunk!"

"No, I'm very sober." His eyes were misty, but they were extremely firm.

He lightly bit Wang's lips, and Wang tasted the faint aroma of wine, which was enough to sink him.

"You really don't regret it?" Wang whispered again, suppressing the flames rising in his heart.

He frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied with the king's hesitation, slid his right hand towards the king's lower abdomen, and whispered in the king's ear, "Li..."

The last string in his brain broke, Wang picked him up and walked into the room.

———Separating line: The word n ​​is omitted here…——

The person in his arms had fallen asleep, and Wang smiled again, "Really, I can't live without you." Wang kissed his forehead, stood up, and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

"With you by my side, this country is mine." Facing the bright moon, Wang Xu made a promise.Without him, where would Jiangshan come from?Without him, Jiangshan Hexiang?

His uneasiness, his worries, and even his low self-esteem are all clear to the king, so the king can only do his best to let him snuggle up in his arms when he is drunk, and share with him side by side when he is awake. country.

"Cicada, you must wait for me..."

Whispering softly, Wang gave him a deep look, turned and left.

The moment Wang stepped out of the room, he opened his eyes and looked at the direction where Wang left, with nostalgia and a touch of sadness in his eyes.

He is a criminal minister, and the king is a monarch, but the king said that the country with him is the king's country.

"What should I do... my king..."

Whispering to himself, he closed his dazed eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

During the alternation of the sun and the moon, unknowingly, January has passed, and there is still no movement in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The flowers fall in the idle garden, and the shadows disappear when they return; the people in the forest play the piano and listen to the euphemism.

Still dressed in plain clothes, still smiling slightly, still saddened, still peerless youthful.

At the end of the song, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing in front of him. There was no trace of surprise in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Jing girl, are you here?"

Jing imitated his appearance, smiled calmly, her eyes were full of complexity: "You already knew that, didn't you?"

"The days are coming soon, so I'll wait for you. Today, you will definitely come." He curled his lips into a chuckle, there was only a little smoothness in the world of mortals, and he was lonely and proud in the cool place, "As I said, Today is my birthday..."

At the end of the words, it seemed to be a sigh, but the lingering sound disappeared with the wind.Quietly.

I didn't know what to say, so I said quietly: "Then you, aren't you a year older?"

"One year older? So what. The first meeting with him is as clear as yesterday, but it is also as far away as the previous life. It has always been like this, and it has never changed."

There is long-term nostalgia in his eyes, but the sentimentality in the nostalgia is always greater than the joy, from his eyes, it is clear to see quietly.

"Beautiful brother, I also miss it. Five years ago, I could be carefree, just like calling you beautiful brother, it was just a whim, but now, calling you beautiful brother is more like letting go of the past. , now, you and I are the same, grieved over someone or something, even though I am Amer's wife now, I can still remember those days. So—”

Jing's eyes were brighter than ever before, so much so that he didn't dare to look directly into Jing's eyes, "Brother beauty, why don't you be honest with me? Why do you still keep your sorrows in your heart?"

He laughed softly, without answering, the light in his quiet eyes softened, and she said, "Brother Beauty, why don't you want to believe Brother Wang?"

"I have always believed in him. It's just that I can't believe in myself." His voice was bitter and slightly sad.

"...You shouldn't. You have enough capital to be confident." Jing said this in a low voice and sighed.

"I know...but then, what's the use?" He closed his eyes and smiled.

Even if he has the most beautiful appearance in the world, even if he has a heart with seven apertures, even if he has the wisdom that covers the world, but what is the use?In front of him is the world, and all things are not worth mentioning in front of the world.

He is just one of the mortal beings in the world, he is just a human being, he dare not fight against the world, that's all.

What is the use?Jing didn't know either, but she still tried to persuade him: "Brother Beauty, what's the difference between you doing this and simply escaping?"

"Escape? No, never. I watched him wandering between me and Jiangshan. I knew he loved me, but I knew better that Jiangshan was his pursuit. He suffered more than me, because he was in love. Difficult."

He smiled shallowly, his voice became softer and fainter, and he seemed to be sighing softly, but he struck into his heart word by word: "I said, I won't make things difficult for him."

Jing wanted to speak, but found that her throat was so dry that she could hardly speak, and at this time, any words were so weak.

The country and the beauties seem to have been unable to coexist since ancient times, because with a loving king, it is impossible to give great love to the common people.

"Beautiful brother, you...beautiful brother!" Jing exclaimed with the last sound.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips and dripped onto the white shirt, making it look extraordinarily bright red. At this moment, his face was extremely pale, but he still had a faint smile on his face.

"Brother beauty, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his swaying body, Jing hurriedly supported him, walked into the room, and leaned on the bed.

"It's okay, ahem... It's just that the time has come." He opened his eyes, and there was nostalgia in his eyes, and more relief.

Jing's eyes were slightly cold, and there was a little coldness in her voice: "Why did you do this?"

"I said, cough, if it's difficult for him, it's hard to choose, cough cough... I won't make it difficult for him." His smile was full of tenderness.

After all, the expression in her quiet eyes became complicated, and she sighed, "You...why bother?"

"There's no time, please, cough cough... Tell him to put away the country." His eyes were brighter than ever before, and after he cleared away layers of fog, he quietly saw nostalgia, reluctance, affection, guilt, "Also, I'm sorry, I love him..."

"...Okay" replied in a low voice, looking at the man in front of him quietly, he closed his eyes forever, there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, but a tear slipped down the corner of his eye uncontrollably.Jing suddenly discovered that perhaps the pain accumulated over the past 15 years will never disappear.

"Brother beauty, you are so bitter, you are so ruthless..." After leaving a word, Jing left in a hurry.

The court was still delayed, and Wang's eyes were filled with anger. Hearing the words of the so-called admonishment to think twice before acting, Wang couldn't bear it anymore.

"Is the Ninth Five-Year Lord Gu or me? I don't know yet, the world is up to you! One of the people who dare to disobey Gu so much today, will the Ming Dynasty directly pull Gu from this throne? Hmm ?” With a cold snort, Wang did not hide the anger in his voice.

All the ministers hurriedly knelt down, and no one dared to speak. Under Wang's icy gaze, the hall was completely silent.

"Brother Wang!" With a loud cry, Jing rushed into the court, and Wang looked at her lightly, with some surprise and inquiry in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Princess Jing insists on entering, you little one, you can't stop her!" The guard explained anxiously, Wang glanced at the guard coldly, the guard trembled, lowered his head, and hurriedly retreated, Wang He turned his gaze to Jing again.

"This is the court, you..."

Wang spoke halfway, but was interrupted by Jing: "He asked me to come."

I wanted to talk about Jing after the court, but there was a faint uneasiness in Wang's heart. He... usually would not disturb Chao Gang at will, could it be...

So the king said, "What's the matter?"

Glancing at the kneeling minister with a cold light, Jing Yanran chuckled, with distinct sadness in her smile: "He said, guard the country."

She restrained her smile, looked at Wang calmly, and said lightly: "He asked me to tell you, I'm sorry, he loves you."

The pupils constricted, and the meaning of the quiet words was already very clear. Before the king could say anything, he rushed out, leaving a group of ministers looking at each other in blank dismay.

Quietly looking down at the kneeling minister, pursing her lips slightly, her cold voice contained majesty and sarcasm in a flat voice: "You guys, are you satisfied? But, I am not satisfied..."

He left with a flick of his sleeves, hearing the heavy footsteps, the minister held his breath.

Today, no matter what they saw or heard, it was a shock to those ministers—they seemed to have violated the taboo of the royal family without knowing it.

No matter what happened outside, at this moment, inside the prime minister's mansion, there was silence.

Lying on the bed, he was still stunningly beautiful, but his pale face erased the news of his survival. The first time Wang saw him, he felt dizzy—he would never come back again.

Sitting in front of the bed, Wang stretched out his hand, trembling, with the hope that was sought in the impossible, and put it under his nose. He didn't breathe, and something seemed to burst in his head. Wang wanted to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak. I couldn't tell, as if my heart had been torn into two, and the severe pain made the king's face pale. Suddenly, tears fell like rain, but the king couldn't feel anything, just, it hurt so much.

Trace his face with his fingertips, as if he wanted to engrave it deeply into his mind, Wang closed his eyes.

Opening his mouth silently, saying his name, Wang gently hugged him with tenderness in his eyes.

Why choose to leave?

Why do you want to leave me alone in this world?

Cicada, you want me to live well, but you don't know that living is the most painful thing for me...

"Bury him near the sea. He said that he likes the salty warmth of the sea breeze."

Opening his mouth, Wang's voice was extremely hoarse, and tears gushed out of Jing's eyes, and Jing nodded vigorously.

He died, he really died.

The time is still the same, but time has uneven scars.

In the first year, the king wept at his grave.

"Cicada, I want this world to protect you, and why are you not here?"

In the tenth year, the king murmured at his grave.

"Cicada, you waited for me for ten years, I didn't say I love you, now I've been waiting for you for ten years, why haven't you appeared yet?"

For 20 years, Wang smiled at his grave.

"Cicada, if my country destroys you, then how about destroying this country?"

For 30 years, the king closed his eyes in front of his grave.

"Cicada, if you didn't keep the agreement with you, will you be cruel to me? If you hate me, you can beat me or scold me, I will accompany you, okay?"

The mountains and rivers are broken, the throne is lonely, and the beauty is unlucky, but I don't know whether it was right or wrong when I glanced at it back then.

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