Immediately after the death of the master

At the office, Eunuch Wei has always been proud that his master rarely scolded him. His voice was still sharp, but both inside and outside the words meant to calm down, "Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

The little palace maid is good at observing words and expressions, so she took this opportunity and said hastily:

"Not much, not much, just two things. One is that the imperial doctors brought a decoction to relieve pain, and now they send someone to bring it in; the other is that the midwife brought the little prince over. We don't know how to Don't let the emperor take a look."

Little prince, is this Fu Zhiri?he is here

My mind was attracted by this news, and I searched among the crowd, just in time to see a yellow swaddle in the arms of a middle-aged woman, and moved over.

I've always disliked babies, and the first tragedy in my life was when my mother gave birth to a pair of twins for my stepfather. I vividly remember them as two red, wrinkled lumps of flesh.I picked the most beautiful flowers to visit them, but they cried at me, their faces shrunk into a ball, their features crowded together, their mouths opened wide, and they kept making annoying noises.My mother thought I had frightened them, and angrily drove me out of the house.

It was a hot summer, my body was sweating slightly, but my heart was extremely cold. I was kicked out of my house, holding a wilted flower in my hand, not knowing what I did wrong.

I even hate Ninth Prince who is ugly when he cries for this reason, but I can't hate this kid.

With pink and tender skin, watery eyes, and a plump face, the warm sun shone on his body, making him look like a holy son left behind in the world.The little guy felt someone standing beside him, looked at me with dark eyes, and giggled.

"Laughed, laughed, the little prince laughed!" The midwife's surprised voice seemed to come from another world, and I could only see this child in my eyes.

It was the cutest baby I've ever seen, and the first one that made me smile when it saw me.

More importantly, it is the master's child.

I wanted to hold him in my arms, feel his weight, face his emotions.For fear of scaring the little guy, I whispered to the midwife:

"Can I give him a hug?"

"Of course, my lord, but be careful."

While the midwife instructed me how to hold the baby, she handed Fu Zhiri into my arms.I took this heavy little guy, and as soon as it fell into my arms, he smiled even more happily, his big eyes narrowed and turned into two small crescents.

Even a guy like me couldn't help laughing with it, that's just how charming this kid is.

"Master Li, Master Li?"

Eunuch Wei finished giving orders to the palace servants and told me to go in with him.

"Ah? Wait for me, I'll give the little prince to—"

"No need," Eunuch Wei glanced at the nanny warily, and said to me, "Master Li, you just need to hold him, just in time to take this child to meet his father."

Eunuch Wei carefully held the soup in his hand, not caring about the child in my arms.In his eyes, the value of the little prince is nothing more than a bowl of soup that can relieve the master's pain.

I stepped into a palace I was very familiar with. This bedroom seemed to have been ventilated for a long time. The strong smell of medicine and decay filled my nostrils. I couldn't help but hold the baby tightly in my arms, and washed it away with the sunny and healthy smell. A taste that bothered me deeply.

I brought the baby to the master's bedside. Perhaps this palace was too oppressive. The child was so frightened that he burst into tears before he saw his biological father. He closed his eyes and tried hard to hug me, wanting to Bury your face in my arms.

"Quarrel--"

A figure that looked like a dead body trembled on the bed, and an extremely hoarse voice came out.

Eunuch Wei glanced at the figure of the master in fear, and hugged the crying little prince from my arms, covered the little prince's mouth with his hand, and did not forget to ask me before taking him away:

"Remember to let the emperor drink up the medicine."

"Okay." I replied casually, watching Eunuch Wei's posture of holding the child in fear, and couldn't help but advise him, "Be careful."

Now, only me and the emperor are left in the bedroom.

Holding the medicine bowl in my hand, I sat beside the master's bed, reaching out and patting the master's shoulder:

"Your Majesty, get up and drink your medicine."

"Li Nianen?"

The master, who had shrunk himself under the quilt, poked his head out, his pupils dilated from the pain.

"Well, the minister is here."

"Nian En?"

The master panted softly, his voice was as ethereal as smoke, and his hand quietly stretched out the quilt, searching for something feebly.This is our old habit, I knew what he meant, put down the medicine bowl in my hand, reached out to hold his hand, and warmed him with my own body temperature.

"Well, master, I'm here." I leaned over and whispered the old title in his ear.

Since the old emperor poisoned the master, the master's stomach has not been better.When we were fighting together in the frontier, he would occasionally get sick and suffer from stomach pains all night, unable to sleep at all.At that time, I was by his side, taking care of him around the clock, holding his hand, and telling him that he was in so much pain that he couldn’t think—it’s okay, I’m here.

Hearing the old words, recalling the feelings of the past.The long-standing strength and coldness cracked a tiny crack, and the little master who had died for a long time showed a slight afterimage. The delicate little prince who was afraid of pain and suffering said to me with sobs:

"Nianen, I hurt."

My lofty master, my master above ten thousand people, he was once able to pull a strong bow, ride a strong horse, and recite poems in ten steps in the hall, making him a blockbuster.He once played music, danced swords, and danced with long sleeves in the banquet where the cups and cups were intertwined.

I still remember that under the crescent moon, he was wearing a Zi-colored python-pattern cloak, with a slender figure, cold and reserved, but he played music for me, a slave, with a lyre worth thousands of gold.

Once, he was dazzling, handsome, high-spirited, and angry with fresh clothes.

Now, he is dry, emaciated, hopeless and hopeless.

He curled up on the dragon bed, tormented by endless illnesses, the pain drained his will and destroyed his body. He watched his body gradually decay and death approached step by step.

I don't know how he feels, but I know how I feel.

I have no pity, no pity.

Compassion is for one's beloved pet, and pity is for one's closest people.Unfortunately, he is neither my pet nor my lover. He is my greatest opponent in this life and a mountain that I have to climb.

When he is untouchable, he is the Buddha on the high mountain. I can only look up to him, be intoxicated by the Buddha light around him, kowtow my long head, climb all the way from the foot of the mountain to the place closest to him, and prostrate myself at his feet devoutly , I just beg him to give me a look.

But when I could touch his position, the sacred light was torn apart, and inside the huge Buddha body was a mortal like me.

He is just a mortal, an ordinary man.

I was finally able to get the qualification to look him up.

"Nianen, I hurt...can you hug me..."

The master was tormented by the illness and became delirious, revealing his fragility and saying things he shouldn't have said.

I took off my shoes and socks silently, sat on the bed, and held him in my arms. The master in my arms was light and his bones were a bit diaphragmatic. He curled up in my arms, moaning weakly, and gently grabbed my waist placket.

I held him in my arms and looked into his eyes.

The eyes are indifferent and inorganic, as if looking at insignificant dead objects.

165,

After leaving the master's palace, I refused the carriage specially prepared for me by Eunuch Wei and walked home.

Seeing the master's appearance, I feel that there is no need for me to be in a hurry. With such a body, the master has barely come to the present. He can do nothing, and there is no chance to turn the tide.

On the way home, I passed the former palace of Concubine Rong. Since the death of Concubine Rong, this palace with infinite glory has been forbidden to enter. From the time when the old emperor took power to the moment when the master took power, everyone agreed tacitly He kept away from talking about that charming concubine of the generation.

The newcomers imagined Concubine Rong's appearance through the old man's description, and fantasized about the unforgettable love between the old emperor and Concubine Rong.Unlike them, who can only imagine, this little man of mine has seen these two characters with my own eyes.

At the end of the story, I can finally recall the memory of the beginning.

There is no record in the history books, and few people in the palace know that the old emperor actually likes to draw, but his paintings are very ugly, so he dare not paint in front of outsiders, only when he is alone in the study, he can occasionally indulge self.

One day, when my master took me to see the old emperor, the old emperor was painting.The old emperor put his posture in place, swiped his pen, and looked serious, but if you look closely at the masterpiece in his hand, you really can't bear to look directly at it.

An unrecognizable masterpiece was completed, the old emperor felt satisfied, and waved to his master:

"Come, come, come and guess what I drew."

The master leaned over, looked left and right, looked up and down, and finally came to a certain conclusion:

"It's a donkey."

"Donkey, your mother's donkey." The old emperor uttered obscenities angrily, and slapped his master on the head, "You see clearly, this is a unicorn!"

At that time, the master was neither big nor young, and he was not afraid of his father at all. He stuck his neck and insisted on himself: "You are lying, this is clearly a donkey!"

Just when the father and son were staring at each other, Concubine Rong kicked open the door of the imperial study, interrupting the dispute between the father and son, and rushed in.

"I'm so bored, I'm so bored, do you have any snacks, give me some!" She complained angrily, "Zhu Qing said that he was afraid that I would gain weight, and took away all my snacks, damn it!"

Both father and son know that the tolerance of lack of food