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Everything came without abruptness or recklessness, it was so logical.When I entered the Jingyang Palace, the familiar feeling lingered around me.I want to say that except for some refurbished places, the rest of the place is almost the same as it was 500 years ago.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The crowd kowtowed and bowed their heads in admiration.

"Pingshen!" From behind the golden nine-flower gauze curtain, the voice was clear and bright, still in the universe.He is the current emperor, Emperor Qingwu.

Three years ago, the 17-year-old Prince Ming Hua suddenly rebelled and won the throne in one fell swoop.There are always people secretly saying that Minghua is superfluous.But how many people can think about it, who can guess right and wrong in Tian's family, and who can tell clearly?

The content of the palace test is very simple.At least, it's easy for me.

"The three lovers commented on the achievements of Emperor Jiawen 500 years ago."

Emperor Jiawen 500 years ago was by far the most outstanding emperor in history.During the ten years of his reign, the writing, coins, and weights and measures were unified.And opened private schools and schools all over the country.The imperial examinations were held wantonly to attract talents from all over the world.

The other two people who took the palace exam together were Li Mo and Situ Yang.The two of them respectively eloquently praised Emperor Jiawen, who was eulogized in history.I was the only one who remained silent from beginning to end.

"Du Qing's family, do you have any objections?" The voice in the Jiuhua gauze tent lost the enthusiasm of five years ago.Now, it is Leng Ran who is sitting on the world.

He is also indifferent, and I am as indifferent as before.Just thinking, I was just a passer-by in his youth, how could he remember me?And he is just a wisp of dust and smoke in my thousands of reincarnations, how can I remember him?

I smiled lightly, and instead of looking at the two people who seemed to be watching the excitement, I calmly said: "It's just a villain who steals merit!" As soon as this remark came out, it caused a lot of discussion.I think everyone must have thought that I was arrogant when I was only 15 years old.To say such uninhibited words, to speak disrespect to Emperor Jiawen who was praised by everyone.But I want to say, what I said is the truth.

Minghua behind the Jiuhua gauze flicked his sleeves and brushed away the noise with his majesty, and there was no sound for a moment.He looked at me and asked, "Why does Du Qing's family think so?"

I said: "Unify characters, coins, weights and measures. Open private schools, set up schools, conduct imperial examinations, and recruit talents. These were all proposed by Emperor Jiawu when Emperor Jiawen's elder brother, Emperor Jiawu, had just ascended the throne for a month. But poor Jia Emperor Wu's fate was so thin that he had only been in office for one year, and he had not yet had time to make great achievements before returning to the west. Emperor Jiawen took this opportunity to put Emperor Jiawu's wishes on himself. Think about it all his life There are many meritorious deeds, but they are all picked up according to what his brother said. Dare I ask, what are the merits of Emperor Jiawen? He has no merits, and now he is praised by posterity. He is not a villain who steals other people's merits, so what is it?"

One of my father's favorite history books is "Jiashi Chunqiu".I was studying in my father's study two years ago, and I came across this book by chance.Remembering that my father always used it to read it over and over again, I was curious about what was recorded in it.It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, it really makes me uncomfortable.In that book, the younger brother who poisoned me to death in the previous life was praised for his unconstrained style and outstanding achievements.But when writing about me, I only wrote about when I was born, when I was crowned prince, when I ascended the throne, and when I returned to the west.In which year and that battle was won, and those viewpoints were put forward.The total adds up to a hundred or so words.But the younger brother wrote half of "Jiashi Chunqiu".I reckoned that my imperial brother wanted to delete me from the history books, but since there are too many people who know this history, I haven't made any mistakes in my life.So I ordered the historian to write me at will.To be honest, it's not because I'm angry, it's just that I don't feel very comfortable.So when I finished reading the book, I took my father's favorite book, walked to the kitchen, and threw it into the stove mercilessly.When Dad came back at night and asked me why I burned books.I said calmly: "It's better to read less of this kind of book, it hurts your eyes if you read too much." Since then, my father seldom let me go to his study.He said that if he wanted to read some books, he asked my mother and Lian Er to buy them for me.

"Even if it was proposed by Emperor Jiawu, if Emperor Jiawen didn't inherit the will, wouldn't it be empty talk?" Maybe seeing that I stole the limelight, Situ Yang was a little unwilling.

Since he doesn't give up, let me talk about his giving up.I said sarcastically: "It's fine if he intends to inherit the will, but why did he let people mention all the achievements of Emperor Jiawu in the history books? If it wasn't intentional stealing, what is it?" Think about it , I have not talked as much in the past 15 years as I do today.

"This..." Situ Yang was speechless.

After a lot of rhetoric, I was the champion, Situ Yang was the second, and Li Mo was the third.But even though I was the number one scholar, I was conferred the title of Emperor Qingwu's personal servant.It is only to write some copywriting for Emperor Qingwu, and has no real power.I'm nothing, I have pity on my father, he always hopes that I can do something in court or in the killing field.

I was supposed to take up the post three days later, but after I left the court, Minghua asked me to take the post in the Royal Study Room immediately.I kept watch over him until midnight, he was busy with state affairs and had no time to look up at me.And I would bring him tea and water occasionally, and if I thought he might be hungry, I would ask someone to make him some supper to make up for it.We didn't say a word from beginning to end, just looked at each other.He didn't call me Hong Yuan, nor did I call him Minghua.There is a faint discomfort in my heart, I don't know if it is something called loss that is causing trouble.

I think he really forgot about me.

At five o'clock, the tea was a little cold, and the tea leaves were gone.I went to find some new tea leaves, and boiled a pot of water by the way, but I still left without making a sound.I think I'm already peaceful, so it's okay to be peaceful all the time.

When I came back with the freshly brewed tea, Minghua was probably too tired, so he fell asleep on the dragon table.When I approached step by step, I only looked at him carefully.His dark blue clothes are still the same style.But it's not the one when I was 15 years old.To be honest, I kind of miss him at that time, and I still miss me at that time.I hadn't noticed this before this encounter.

Gently put the teapot on the table, and then called the maid to find a piece of clothing to put on the sleeping Minghua.When I put it on, I saw Minghua's brow furrowed.It was a kind of solitude, and this kind of solitude also existed in my battered years, and it has continued all the time.

Probably my movements were not gentle enough, which woke Minghua up.But he wasn't angry at all, and he didn't convict me, he just pinched his brows and eyes to relieve his sleepiness.Then asked me: "How long is it?"

I bowed my head and replied, "It's five o'clock."

Minghua's voice is a bit more vicissitudes compared to five years ago, but my voice is from the beginning to the end, sinking into the waste of thousands of years.

"It's five o'clock, it's time to go to bed!" I don't know if Ming Hua is talking to himself or telling me.As soon as he got up and wanted to leave, I bowed and sent him off respectfully.Suddenly, Ming Hua seemed to have thought of something, and stopped as soon as he stepped out of the door.smile back.With his smile, I saw the shadow of five years ago.He asked, "Why don't you wear peach pink clothes?"

He asked by surprise, which made me a little stunned.After a pause, I said, "My father said it was too girly."

But he said: "Wear peach pink, I like it!" Then he left with a smile.

Seeing the dark blue figure gradually being buried by the night, I couldn't tell what it was like.Although it can't be said, it is definitely not uncomfortable.Maybe it's a feeling I've never had before, so I can't tell.Or maybe I once had such a feeling, but after thousands of years of baptism, I forgot it.