I want to be human

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest." The little eunuch who was kneeling and serving at the side reminded in a low voice, it was getting late, the window was pitch black, and several oil lamps in the room were still not bright enough, with a bit of ambiguous orange.

"What time is it?" Mo Yao put down his pen and ink, rubbed his sore wrist and asked.

The little eunuch replied, "It's already midnight."

"Really." So it was already so late, Mo Yao thought in a daze, since that person left, the passage of time has no great meaning to him.

There are still a lot of memorials left on the table, and there is no urgent need for imperial approval, but Mo Yao still picked them up and doubled his work like masochistic.

"Your Majesty, you can take a break, these memorials will be approved in the same way tomorrow." The little eunuch pleaded, kowtowed on the ground, "I beg you."

"You don't think about your own body, you have to think about your people."

Mo Yao's hand stopped when he was about to write. That's right, his body does not belong to him at all, but belongs to the people of the world. So what if he rests, but it's just another sleepless night.

Although he scoffed at these truths in his heart, he still stood up and went back to the palace.

What a wonderful creature human beings are. Flowers bloom with every thought, and fade with every thought. It seems that all the fun follows the departure of that person.How happy you are when you are together, how painful it is when you lose.

There was no one waiting for him to come back in the palace, so he said with a smile - you are back.

All that remains is the loneliness of a room.

"I'm back." Mo Yao habitually explained to the air, he is not very old, he just turned [-] after Chinese New Year, but his temples have already started to turn gray.

What answered him was the quiet air.

Getting used to not getting a response, Mo Yao didn't look disappointed either. After simply washing up, he changed into pajamas and lay down, propped his head and looked towards the bulging side of the quilt.

"Today, Prime Minister Yang's son begged to see him in private. Do you know what he begged me for?" Mo Yao was amused when he thought of that young man's tense expression, "He doesn't want to marry the daughter of General Zhenwei, he wants to marry her brother ——The second son of General Zhenwei wants me to be a lobbyist with Cheng."

"But I didn't agree, man, you have to fight for what you want." Mo Yao's expression was full of sharp light, full of high-spiritedness, "If you really like it, you won't take it lightly." Say give up, no matter how hard it is, you can keep the clouds open.”

After saying this, Mo Yao's expression became silent.

"Good night." After saying this, Mo Yao pulled back the quilt, revealing the snow-white human bones inside, and kissed the forehead seriously before he lay down, "Sorry, I'm late today..."

"Also, I miss you." Hugging his fleshless body, Mo Yao leaned his head against the bone in aggrieved manner, "You are so cruel, you never come to see me."

"I really, really miss you..."

Mo Yao was determined not to let that person die in peace. He wanted to keep him with him. At first, his body was still intact. Later, he tried everything he could but couldn't stop the natural process. The smell of decay filled the entire courtyard, so he decided to leave him alone. People make bones, and there are special personnel to wipe and maintain them.

Until now, Mo Yao still can't understand, how can a person be gone when he is alone, it is not suicide, not murder, not dying of illness, it is just gone.He was so angry that he almost killed the imperial doctor. He was so sad and powerless. Since the person he loved is gone, let them all die.

Mo Yao calmed down after being extremely out of control, or in other words, he calmed down in the eyes of others, and he became the powerful monarch in charge again.But who knows the pain in his heart?He is willing to give everything he can to be with that person.

[Are you really willing to give everything? ] There seemed to be a voice asking him in the dream.

[certainly. ]

[Even if you give up everything now, start from scratch? ]

[certainly. ]

[Well then, I'll give you a chance. ]

[a chance? ]

[One more chance. ]

[What do I need to pay. ]

[I need you to help me find something. ]

[what? ]

[You can call it a system, find it and you will find the person you want to find. ]

[it is good. ]

So, when he woke up again, he was no longer Mo Yao, he had a new name - Casio.

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