Born short-lived

If Dingdu Dong'an is the pinnacle of Dong Min's life, then the following days have been going downhill, especially when he realizes more and more clearly that his time is numbered.However, the so-called misfortune and good fortune follow good and evil, and the retribution of the present world will come as soon as it is said. The shattering of Huo Zhengjian is like pouring cold water on Dong Min's head, making him cold all over.

Retribution, all retribution.

Nanzheng is probably the biggest mistake Dong Min has ever made in his life—and among them, he should never have done so, and the worst thing he should do is to rush to attack Lanhe City.

So when he returned to the palace from Jiangfu, he secretly summoned the people from Tiangongyuan to give him a body measurement that night.

—He wants to make a coffin.

He didn't let anyone know about it, and he didn't even talk about his past life.The Changming Mountain Emperor Mausoleum has been under construction since the establishment of the capital, and it is almost completed now. Basically, as long as he dies, he can be buried in a safe and secure manner.

Then he forcibly invited all the Tiangang Lingwu back into the bronze weapons, and summoned the high priest of the Jiang clan into the palace at night. After that, he did not go out for a whole month, and all government affairs were only passed through the zhezi. His confidant helped him collect the zhezi from the ministers. Come, wait for him to approve, and then send out the imperial decree.

After 20 days, Shisheng saw him again.

Dong Min only summoned him, because Xiangsheng is the least spiritually consuming of the 36 pillars of Tiangang Lingwu. When the imperial guards went to Jiange to invite him, Xiangsheng already had a bad premonition.

Three layers of heavy curtains were hung in the Xuanyang Hall. If it wasn't for the rebirth to enter, both the main entrance and the side entrance would be tightly sealed.

When Wang Sheng saw Dong Min, the soles of his feet seemed to be frozen on the floor, and he froze there, looking at him in disbelief: "Your Majesty...you won't be real?"

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, almost making people breathless. One person sat alone in front of the paper window with his back to him. The faint skylight dizzy on his body through the thin paper, which set off his white hair Draped like falling snow on the soft couch.

Exhausting 50 years of spiritual power is like draining a person's energy all at once, and Dong Min's hair turned white almost overnight.

The past life is like a choke in the throat, which makes my heart panic, and the blood rushes to the top of the head clamoring, but there is no way to vent it.

"He has become human." Dong Min said lightly, with a voice as vain as smoke, "From then on, we will be strangers at the end of the world..."

There is a vast sea of ​​people in the world, and when a drop of water enters the sea, it will be the end of fate after a lifetime.

Dong Min heard a plop behind her, but didn't turn her head.

Xiangsheng knelt on the ground, buried his face in his palms in pain, as if he wanted to force all the choking in it.

"Jinyun said that he should not be in arrears or in arrears, but he doesn't know what it means to be in arrears or in arrears," Dong Min said with a slight smile, "that's why he can barely call it in arrears."

When he uttered these words, Dong Sheng felt that something in this man's chest was released silently, and his whole body was as if he was relieved from a heavy burden. There was a bit of lightness in a trance, as if he would ascend to heaven immediately. No regrets.

Xiangsheng tried his best to suppress his emotions, and said bravely: "The past life happens once in 1000 years... You have never used the power of resurrection in this life..."

"But people with strong spiritual power and love with me need to change their lives," Dong Min added lightly, "Oh, I have no father, no mother, no wife and no children, and there are not many lovers left. , where else in this world can I find someone who fits the two requirements?"

"Furthermore," Dong Min said again, "Who do you want me to kill in exchange for this life?"

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at a small bronze mirror secretly placed not far in front of him. Every time Dong Sheng saw Dong Min's appearance from the mirror, he still couldn't bear it.In the past, such a young man with high spirits and bright clothes, now he is completely thin and out of shape, his eye sockets and cheeks are deeply sunken, there is no trace of blood on his skin, as if a thin layer hangs on his bones, It was almost necessary to highlight the edges and corners of the bones - he looked at the mirror so quietly, but Dong Sheng almost felt that he was looking at himself, the eyes were so empty and lonely, it was like a stick The needle pierced into the heart, making Dong Sheng shudder.

Dong Min is unwilling to accept the reincarnation of the past because he knows very well in his heart that his body has been depleted too much after 50 years of spiritual power. In addition to the years of overdraft and exhaustion, even if he is reincarnated, I can't live for a few years.

He was exhausted, and he had nothing to say in his death.

"I called you here today to help you look over something..." He raised his hand and beckoned to the palace servants standing beside him, the slippery brocade cuffs slipped from his wrists, revealing a skinny arm, It is so thin that it will break if you pinch it. Just this silhouette against the light is shocking.

The palace man carefully carried a tray, bowed and took small steps to the side of the past life, knelt down, and raised the tray in front of the past life.

A stack of folders was neatly stacked on the tray.

Past life: "This is..."

"The arrangement of the cabinet and the six ministries, the deployment of the border...the regulations on trading black oil with the barbarians, and..." Dong Wen paused, "...I can't remember, you can see for yourself and see what's wrong , if there is no problem, send me to the East Palace, let the prince study hard..."

After a while, he thought he heard it wrong: "You want to trade black oil with Southern Xinjiang?"

"Black oil" is considered to be among the least popular in the Central Plains.

"Sooner or later," Dong Min said slowly, "...it depends on future generations."

Of course, Dong Min didn't get what he wanted, otherwise Hua Xu wouldn't be in a situation where Bai Jing's spiritual power is dominant now.In the history of Hua Xu's previous dynasty, he had never had any black oil trade with Southern Xinjiang. It is estimated that this edict disappeared after Dong Wen's death. Once Wen Wen died, they would cover the sky with one hand.

Dong Min was also aware of his own situation. Just ten days after he summoned him to die, he finally ran out of fuel and died with his eyes closed.

Death is like a bone-piercing cold. Through his body, Dong Sheng felt the desperate cold gradually spread from his fingertips, slowly and irresistibly.

When the last breath of gossamer gas in his chest was gone, Dong Sheng was awakened by the great fear. He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still lying on the sleeping couch in the Qingliang Palace in Liaoshan.

"Yo? Wake up." Wang Sheng was leaning against the window with half a piece of spring pancake in his mouth, looking at him impatiently with half of his eyebrows hanging, "I slept so hard that I couldn't even shake it, I almost thought What's wrong with you, I put that book on the table for you, and I'm still clutching it while sleeping..."

Dong Sheng looked at him in a daze, and for a moment, he still had the illusion of being in another world.

"Why are you in a daze? Are you sleepy?" Xiangsheng waved his hands in front of his eyes in a funny way, "Get up when you're full of sleep, it's almost afternoon... I can really sleep."

The scenes in the dream are still vivid, as clear as engraved in his mind, Dong Sheng looked down a little dullly, the birthmark on his left wrist was exactly the same as Meng Dongwen's burnt scar by Jin Yun .

This birthmark has not disappeared since he was a child, and the color is very dark, but he doesn't care about this kind of thing as a man, and he doesn't think much about it after so many years.

Dong Sheng was silent for a while, then suddenly said coldly: "Qingsheng, I want to ask you something."

Passing away: "What's wrong?"

"Back then, before Dong Min died, did he write a trade regulation for black oil?"

The past life was stunned, a little surprised: "Yes...how did you know? I remember that the historian didn't write it...could it be written on it?"

He pointed to the biography of Feng Huo Hou on the table, and Dong Sheng shook his head, feeling a little complicated: "I ask you, is it possible for a person to remember things in his previous life?"

Wang Sheng frowned, and straightened up from the window sill: "What do you mean?"

Dong Sheng raised his left wrist: "This birthmark...is it because Dong Min met Jin Yun for the last time in front of Lanhe City in Southern Xinjiang..."

With a sound of "puff", the spring pancake in Xiangsheng's mouth fell to the ground.

He was dumbfounded: "You...you...you, don't you mean to say..."

Dong Sheng also frowned: "I think I may... saw something from the past... I don't know why, maybe I was stimulated after reading that book... This, it shouldn't be."

"According to the logic, it is impossible for a person to remember after reincarnation," the past life tried hard to suppress his mood, "but... but if it is said that there will be any accidents in the black spirit... I don't know?"

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, but they hadn't fully recovered from this unimaginable incident when someone knocked on the door.

Only then did Dong Sheng come back to his senses: "...Who is it?"

"Chen Han Jin."

Dong Sheng quickly pulled his legs out of the quilt, and put on his shoes frantically: "Boss Han...Okay, come in."

Han Jin pushed open the door and looked at the two people with weird expressions. She always felt a little weird, but fortunately she held back and didn't ask. The ship has arrived in the East China Sea."

"So fast?" Dong Sheng clicked his tongue, straightened his hem and stood up from the bed, "They are really in a hurry... Where is Jiang Kun? What's going on with him?"

Han Jin then said, "He said he wanted to see you."