[Qin] Qin Shi

When Fusu found Bai Shu, the person he wanted to meet was wrapped in a slightly old fox cloak, concentrating on playing with a glass vial, leaning against the big tree in the courtyard.

It wasn't until Fusu came to his side that he pulled himself out of his own world and smiled at him: "Good job." He stopped raising his hand, but was caught by the young king before he chose to drop it. Hold the wrist and actively pull it to the top of the head.

"Thank you," Fu Su lowered his eyes, "Thank you." This is a sincere thank you.

Bai Shu laughed lightly, the laughter shook his chest, and then turned into a cough: "When did you become so polite?" He withdrew his hand, rubbing it under his sleeve slightly, as if he was still reminiscing about the feeling before, "You It's the king, Fusu, such a gesture will make your subjects feel confused."

"Father Zhong is an exception." Fusu didn't mind, his eyes swept over the glass vial in Bai Shu's hand, "Does it have to be like this?"

Bai Shu didn't answer.

But here is the answer.

"As long as Su—"

"If it's Your Majesty," Bai Shu interrupted Fusu. Now that he has come to this point, he is too lazy to cover up, "Even if it is you, he will make a decision without hesitation." The kite-colored There is darkness rolling in the eyes, but when it is about to overflow, it is blocked by the lowered eyelids.

"That's why I'm not King Father!" Fusu couldn't help raising his voice, "What's more, even if I abandon him, I won't be Father Zhong!"

But Bai Shu smiled, and he waved his hands: "You still don't understand, Fusu." He raised his head, looked at the clear sky through the lush leaves above his head, through the swaying branches, "Because I'm still standing in front of you. In front of you, so you don’t understand yet, but you will understand sooner or later, you must understand.”

What Fusu hates the most is the wording of 'you are still a child, wait until you grow up': "If you don't say it, I will never understand." He looked at Bai Shu, "It's like today , you just need to feign death, as long as I say you are dead, then you are dead, no one will—”

"No, Fusu." Bai Shu interrupted the wayward king with a smile, "You are already the king of the world, you can't be willful in this kind of thing." He said, shaking his head lightly, " Compared with the world, the country, and the foundation of Daqin, Shu is just the most inconspicuous grain of sand."

"Your Majesty." In Bai Shu's heart, he will always have only one monarch, "it can also be abandoned and sacrificed."

It's not that Fusu doesn't understand, he just thinks such a father, such a father, is too scary.

But even so, he still loves them: "No one will know."

"If it doesn't die, it's mosquito blood in the rice." At the end, even the smiles of the past are mixed with thousands of pregnant smells, and there are countless holes in a sentence waiting for people to jump, unfathomable The Regent, finally got in the mood to tell a joke.

One and only he knows a joke.

You can only make fun of his own jokes.

But this time, the only listener was finally amused by the only narrator.

"So, Fusu," Bai Shu raised his hand and pulled out the cork, "May I entrust you with the rest of the matter?"

Fusu watched the man gulp down the liquid in the palm-sized bottle, watched his Adam's apple twitch, and watched his brows look gentle.

"Okay." He responded, only to realize that his voice was hoarse, but for some reason, someone in his heart breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, you are not allowed to peek?" Bai Shu's eyebrows and eyes were all curved, and there was a small dimple at the corner of his mouth, which added a bit of childish cuteness to his thin and pale cheeks, "Let's play hide and seek together—count to Before ten, peeking is not allowed."

Fusu responded in a low voice, walked around the big tree, and leaned against the other side of the tree: "One."

"Your Majesty will be very angry." He hasn't heard Zhongfu's cheerful voice for a long time. The last time in his memory was probably the midsummer when Zhongfu was arrested and reprimanded after evading documents when his father was still alive. "I hope Don't be taught too badly by His Majesty this time."

"Mr. Wu An doesn't need it, even the dead man's canon Shu can be stuffed back for him, let alone the living one." Fu Su heard the laughter behind him, "Sure enough, the Marshal of Bingma is more cool, right— —Although I think it will be unlucky to be in this position.”

"So, Mr. Wu An is not a good title. I will write in the history books in the future: 'Mr. Wu An will not die well'. Let's see who dares to grab this position in the future, right?"

Fusu was amused by the curses on future generations: "You really dare to think about it."

"Ah, if you don't dare to think about it," the sun shone on your face, dispelling the coldness, "what a pity this life will be."

In a trance, as if time and space were reversed, he knelt on one knee in the center of the main hall of Xianyang Palace, and met his lord's sight through the pendant beads that moved left and right with the king's steps.

When a subject’s hostility is due to the king’s will, when a subject is worried because of the king’s worries, when he is angry with the king, because of the king’s dissatisfaction, he shares his worries for the king, if the king is a sage, the minister is the king’s labor, the king is the minister’s decision, Then this world should belong to Daqin.

It's just a mere Zhao general, but it's just a mere Yanbei——

He looked at those black eyes that were more translucent than black pearls, at the ambition and trust in those eyes, at the greed and entrustment in those eyes, and since then they have met tit for tat, met opponents at chess, and friends have met since then.

The world regards him as the pinnacle of life when he holds the power and regent of the world, but they don't know that the luckiest thing in his life is that he knelt on the old Xianyang Palace that day, and owed his life for no reason.

From then on, in the ten years of Spring and Autumn, I don't ask the date of return, and I don't find the way back.

"Let the people migrate, go to the northern border, go to the southern barbarians, enter the Great Qin in the west, and leave Jin and Qi in the east. The people in Yanbei and the people in the world are all called Qin." Bai Shu smiled and looked up at Shu Juan above his head. Baiyun said, "Educate the barbarians and give morality to the world. Now the Central Plains can be called Qin."

Never forget, there will be echoes in the end.

It's just a pity, Your Majesty——

The crops that yield thousands of catties per mu, the sea of ​​people surrounded by shoulder blades, the city with never-fading lights, the cars that travel thousands of miles a day, the iron tools that reach nine heavens and go deep into the sea, you will not be lucky enough to see foreigners outside the sky and sea.

And me, say I am resentful, say I am unwilling, say I am selfish and greedy, it was you who broke the appointment first, and you who abandoned it first, then why should I stick to this agreement, like a ghost resentful soul? Wandering in hell?

You promised me a world, but you want me to take it myself, what's the point?

But Your Majesty, even though I hate you so much, even if I hate you so much, Bai Shu closed her eyes and felt the spring breeze blowing across her cheeks, but I still can't bear to let your world and your efforts go to waste : "Your Majesty," he murmured, "Yanbei will not turn against the north, and so will the world."

He leaned against the tree trunk, and the gentle spring breeze caressed his hair, like the hands that supported him in the Xianyang Palace in his memory, like the hands that were trusted at the time of parting in his memory, dispelling the cold and bringing him Go grudges.

The frowning brows were finally relaxed at this moment, and the hazy breath on his body was infected by the warm sun.

The seedlings on the top of the head have already popped out of the corners of the branches, and the light green is dotted with the branches that have been bare all winter. They can't block the warm sun above the head, and the winter that has not yet receded, but people can't help but feel warm when they look at it Smile knowingly.

You promised me a peaceful world, and you promised me a country in the Central Plains.

Bai Shu looked up at the sprouts swaying in the wind, and let the pain invade his internal organs: "Fu Su," he said softly, "Don't let down the country that your ancestors laid down for you."

"Father Zhong just wants to say this?" The young man standing behind the tree trunk bit his lower lip. Even though tears were already covering his cheeks, he still tried his best to control his voice so as not to let the other party hear his sobs. In the end, is that all you want to say?"

"Ah," Bai Shu sat down slowly against the tree trunk, straightened his legs, didn't bother to straighten his snow-white cloak, and slowly raised his hand to hold the sunshine in his palm, "Thinking about it, that's all. "

He actually thought of a lot, the boy crying under the tree, the young man who tried repeatedly, the king who stretched out his hand to him, the lord who entrusted the future, and standing outside the stables under the warm sun that day, asking him if he wanted Hit the old friend who used to bet with him—but that's not you, Fusu.

After much deliberation, this is all I can tell you, Fusu.

The sun gathered in the palm of his hand, slowly turning into a jade pendant engraved with Ji Zhou's totem in his sight: "It's good to bury Shu here, Fusu." He swallowed the tumbling sweetness, "In It’s good here, Fusu.”

This is the end of the future as far as I can see, Your Majesty.

Do you regret it?

The lights of thousands of houses in the memory, the busy traffic in the memory, the coolness of midsummer in the memory, the white birds flying in the sky and the white snakes walking through the earth in the memory, like a faded picture scroll that can no longer outline a clear appearance.

Do you regret it?

The future that can't be reached, the hometown that can't go back, the prosperous world that can't be touched in a lifetime, and the only opportunity that passed by once.

Do you regret it?

——Your Majesty never questioned the old trust, so why did your subjects not trust you with their lives? If you really regret it, wouldn’t it even break the last bond between you and me?

Fusu, who was carrying the big tree on his back, tasted the fishy taste of the tip of his tongue. He had never hated his father and king as much as he did now, and he had never hated his biological father as much as he does now.

What did he do—

Under the sun, the sun-gathered hands supported the bloodless hands that were about to fall due to failure.The palms and the backs of the hands were stacked together, and the hideous marks on the wrists in the sight gradually faded away, announcing that the ominous black veins had been repaired, and even the ominous black and pale were also dyed a healthy color.

The eyes follow the totem of the jade pendant, the black gold robe, and the pattern of the black bird.

The young man with a pair of dark and translucent black eyes with half a bunch of long hair, wearing a crown that declared the world, crossed the pendant beads, and showed him a faint smile.

Birds fly back to their hometown...

Reflecting the sunlight, the slightly slack amber became brighter, reflecting the swaying spring buds above the head, and reflecting the helpless and indulgent smile on the face of the imposing young man in the imperial robe.

......The death of a fox will lead to the head of the hill.

The jade pendant in his hand turned into dust and drifted away with the disappearing figure.

Fusu looked up at the sunny sky above him, at the rolling up and drifting clouds, at the tender green branches swaying in the wind, and heard the lightness behind the tree, like a raccoon slave picking it up and falling to the ground soft sound.

It was obviously a very soft voice, but it struck his ear like a death knell.

The young man who is already the king of the world suddenly turned around, trying to go around the big tree that two people can embrace to see the other person behind the tree, but because he moved too hastily, he was moved by the tree roots under his feet, and he was embarrassed. Face grounded.

But the king didn't care so much, he climbed over the tree root with all four limbs, knelt down beside the man as if he was a child, and buried his face in the man's abdomen, as if he saw Zhong's father by chance when he was a child As if dozing off under the tree, he hugged this person and stuffed himself into the arms of the adult, finding a haven.

In a daze, he heard the chuckle of a man above his head, and the teasing of his father behind him, laughing at him who had already gone to school but was always like a child who was not qualified to grow up, acting coquettishly at adults, and laughing at him It doesn't look like he can entrust Jiangshan.

He doesn't want Jiangshan.

"Father--"

Tears wet the plain robe.

He doesn't want the country, he just wants the midsummer of the year when he was five years old, touching fish and climbing trees, grilling fish with Mr. Li Si's booklet, watching his playmate catch fish, and then being chased out by his superiors in despair Meng Yi grabbed it, and was trained to be ashamed together with the irresponsible adults.

Then sit under the star river, being hugged in your arms, facing the same star and listening to an unknown number of new versions of stories about this world.

However, only the world is indispensable.