After rebirth, Zha Gong begged me to love him [Rebirth]

After a long time, Wen Xian finally had a reaction. He overturned everything in the dormitory to the ground, like a child who couldn't vent his anger, and could only violently beat things.

The dormitory was in a state of chaos, and suddenly a sense of loneliness emerged, he threw himself at Wang Weizhi's feet, hugging his legs, not daring to look at his face, "Do you know, you left me on the day of the enthronement ceremony, and you left me at the court this morning. I proposed to change the day of the enthronement ceremony to a national mourning day, but all the ministers rejected it. They didn't know what that day meant to me. I am the emperor, but now I know that even if I sit in my position, It still doesn’t work out as it should.”

Wen Xian said a lot, but no one answered him, except for silence.

There were attendants having lunch in the front hall of the dormitory. Wen Xian sat at the side of the hall and looked at these people coldly. The attendants lowered their heads and carefully brought the food to the table.

This is a dangerous job. They still remember that once a servant placed only a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, he was beaten to death by Emperor Xian's orders.

So these people who entered the sleeping hall became more careful, and waited for the attendants to arrange the two pairs of bowls and chopsticks neatly and leave.

Wen Xiancai got up and went into the back hall, and carried Wang Weizhi out. The skin on the young man's face was obviously patched.

He placed Wang Weizhi in front of one of the bowls and chopsticks, it seemed that only by looking at him could Wen Xian swallow the food.

Later, the smell in Wen Xian's bedroom became more and more serious, and even the incense could not cover it up. The news spread that there was a dead person hidden in Emperor Xian's bedroom, and the palace people looked at Wen Xian more and more strangely. Awe, fear, fear, Dudu could no longer find Wang Weizhi's expression when he looked at him.

Wen Xian also became more gloomy and less talkative. Later, when Wang Weizhi's body was completely turned into a bone, Wen Xian finally changed the day of the enthronement ceremony to a national mourning day, and the long-ringing bell, which symbolized auspiciousness, was also changed to Deathstroke.

Whenever this day comes, the day that should have been celebrated by the whole world has become a national mourning, and the melodious and heavy bells resounded through the deep palace.

Wen Xian didn't know what was the point of doing this, but he just couldn't help but want to do something, he was afraid that one day he would forget Wang Weizhi, so he asked everyone in the world to remember for him, otherwise he felt that he would be the same as the former Wang Weizhi Just as crazy.

Going further, unknowingly, Wen Xian's black hair has been mixed with gray and white colors. He has no children under his knees, and he has never entered the palace of the concubines in the harem for so many years.

In the early court, he dragged his chin and looked down at many civil and military officials kneeling down begging him to leave his blood, Wen Xian suddenly felt a little tired.

Looking up, the Ascending Dragon Hall is just like before, he has become the master on the golden platform, overlooking it and bowing down to the officials, but when he looks around, he suddenly realizes that there is no one who treats each other with sincerity.

He thought of his young self, when his greatest wish was to have a full stomach, when he thought of his young self, when he only wanted to trample those who bullied him, he even thought of Shen Yanfei, the long and prehistoric life Over the years, I can't remember his appearance clearly, and my young self wants to become the supreme king.

But now?Those wishes have come true, but why is my chest so empty?

He sometimes wonders, if someone would give him a bite to eat when he was young, if his mother could treat him kindly, if the prince had never betrayed him when he was young, if Emperor Wen didn't turn a blind eye to him, if he could meet Wang Weizhi earlier, would he be able to rewrite the book? ending?

The position he had sought after and yearned for, now sat for more than ten years, only to realize that the high place was extremely cold. What he missed most was Wang Weizhi's eyes looking into him.

He finally felt the importance of that person to him after a long time, and the feeling of being denied once spread instantly. These people under the golden platform must have forgotten Wang Weizhi, but what about those who still remember Wang Weizhi?

So he began to search, and began to ask for every bit of Wang Weizhi. He found Mrs. Wei, but that woman had long forgotten what Wang Weizhi looked like. He found Wen Yan, the only person in the world who remembered Wang Weizhi besides him.

He learned a lot from Wen Yan. He knew that Wang Weizhi was afraid of riding a horse. The old injury on his side was caused when he fell off a horse when he was a child. He was afraid of water because he was almost drowned.

He then thought of a long time ago, when he made Wang Weizhi fall from a horse for the second time, and he also pressed his head into the water, and he did a lot of stupid things, Wen Xian always thought that Wang Weizhi was carefree and clean. The little white flower was dyed, and he later found out that the white flower bloomed under the mud.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but find it funny. Looking at him now, isn't it the best retribution?He personally smashed the only sincerity in his life to pieces.

Just smiling, the eye sockets are a little astringent.

The bitter persuasion of the ministers below brought him back to his senses, and Wen Xian felt tired of the lifeless days day after day.

Waving his finger to signal him to back down, Wen Xian called a minister's name and asked, "How is the construction of the imperial mausoleum going?"

Which official is the most famous carpenter in the capital, whose ancestors have repaired the tombs of many ancestor emperors.

"When you return to the emperor, the tomb has been expanded according to your instructions, and the coffin has been carved with high-quality Wen jade. It is only a matter of finishing work."

Wen Xian nodded, and retreated in a dull manner. When he returned to the Taoist bedroom, his eyes fell on the neatly dressed skeleton on the seat. He stepped forward and kissed his forehead, "Weizhi, do you know? The old man forced me to pass on the blood again, but if I refused, the Prime Minister's face turned green with anger."

He buried his face in the opponent's bony arms and said to himself: "By the way, the imperial mausoleum has been built, and you will definitely like it."

He pulled the skeleton's hand around his waist, as if being hugged by the other party, "I know you definitely don't want to, but you are just accommodating me once, I know I was wrong, I will spend all the time left Realize this mistake, you are really cruel, you didn't say a word to me when you threw the well..."

Wen Xian didn't know what else to say, it was just that such a tall man shrank in the arms of a bone, looking ridiculous at times.

In the No.18 year of Emperor Xian's reign, Mu Chengying, the emperor of Mu, sent a secret biography.

At first Wen Xian didn't pay much attention to it, but when he read the records in the book, he couldn't help sitting up from his collapsed bed in shock.

It is a secret rebirth technique. It is said in the book that as long as those who have unfulfilled wishes wish to die with a strong obsession, they will have the opportunity to visit a mysterious inn in the world.

The proprietress of the inn will extradite the soul, or leave one of the most precious things in exchange for a chance to go back to the past and start all over again!

Wen Xian suddenly looked at the bones lying beside him, even the palms of his hands were sweating slightly with joy.

Although it is not known whether the secret fax that Mu Chengying found is fake, it is undoubtedly an opportunity that Wen Xian can't wait for now.

After knowing this method, he has trouble sleeping and eating every day, as if he has fallen into a demon, and is deeply unable to extricate himself.

He has no passion for the day-to-day boring life in this deep palace. He feels that he has become a walking corpse in this deep palace, a marionette manipulated by power. Only then can he feel a different kind of emotion, even if it's just those empty eye sockets, when looking at him, he can feel his blood surging!

He can't help but want to see Wang Weizhi alive with flesh and blood, and I will give everything I have, just for a chance.

"This is the chance you gave me, isn't it?" Gujing Wubo's eyes showed a trace of longing, Wen Xian grabbed the bone shoulders and asked firmly, those peach blossom eyes could already see a trace of wrinkle... ...

In December of the same year, the last brick and tile of the imperial mausoleum finally fell. At the same time, the first heavy snow fell in the capital, and the sky was full of white snow, but Wen Xian rarely had a good look.

He put on a big red robe, picked up Wang Weizhi's bones, and wiped them lightly with the imperial handkerchief beside him. After all this was done, he took another big red robe prepared by the side and put it on for him superior.

Wen Xian seemed to be in a good mood, and even hummed a tune softly. He hadn't felt so relaxed for many years.

After finishing preparations, he put the prepared phoenix crown on Wang Weizhi's body, "It's so beautiful, after today we can be together forever, do you like it?"

Bone naturally didn't answer, Wen Xian seemed to be used to it long ago, and covered him with a hipa, "You are my wife, and I am your husband. So this is the moment I've been waiting for for so many years."

He hugged Wang Weizhi's bones and stood up, covering them both in red. He came to the table and wrote the edict of abdication, and when Wen Qian's name was written down, he really felt that it was extremely easy to let go of this burden.

He finally walked out of the hall with the person in his arms, and the snowflakes fell profusely, just like the heavy snow that year, Wen Xian smiled, and sat on the sedan chair beside him with the corpse in his arms.

So there was such a spectacle in the capital city, it is unknown which noble son-in-law got married, but it was so grand that it was obscured by the veil outside the sedan chair.

When the sedan chair stopped outside the imperial mausoleum, many ministers were still trying to persuade them, but it seemed to have little effect.

In the eyes of everyone, Wen Xian was almost urgent, holding Wang Weizhi's bones and resolutely stepped into the imperial tomb that belonged only to him and Wang Weizhi.

The heavy stone door was closed, and he carefully placed the person in the white jade coffin, with two glasses of mellow liquor in his hand.

Wen Xian lifted the red hijab from the bones almost in a pious gesture, and suddenly smiled when he saw the face with bones.

He leaned forward and said in a low voice, "I'm married to a wife!"

Putting a kiss on Bone's face, he brought over the two cups of Alcoholic Wine, one of which was laced with poison, as long as he drank it, he would be powerless.

He put the glass of clear wine near Bone's mouth and poured it down, then picked up the glass of highly poisonous wine, and drank it without hesitation.

He lay sideways beside Wang Weizhi's bone, and put a last kiss on his lips. Before closing his eyes, he interlocked his fingers with expectation, "From now on, I will be your husband... ...."

The death knell resounded in the deep palace, just like the mournful wailing during the enthronement ceremony that year, all civil and military officials knelt down and wept bitterly.

Some people said that Emperor Xian was crazy, and there were rumors that Emperor Xian was bewitched by goblins, but no matter how you say it, Emperor Xian has been in power for many years, diligent in government affairs, stable in the dynasty, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. He is a rare good emperor.

Later, for some reason, there were two strange rumors in the market. One was that the day when the new emperor ascended the throne was supposed to be celebrated all over the world, and the whole country cheered, but the Emperor Xian ordered that the people of the whole country need to wear white clothes and flowers on that day. Smile, the whole country mourns, like mourning.

The second is that there are rumors that Emperor Xian hid a skeleton spirit in the harem during his reign. He couldn't see it, couldn't see it, and couldn't say it.

Some people said that Emperor Xian was not strong-willed, and would die young only after being sucked by a goblin. Others said that Emperor Xian was deeply affectionate, even if he knew that the person he loved was a goblin, he was willing to sacrifice his life for him.

Later, someone recorded these two strange stories in the scriptures, and they became the most poignant love stories passed down from generation to generation. Many teahouses and post stations still have people singing this "Parting Sorrow, Farewell to Hate"... .........