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It has been three days since the spring thunderstorm in the imperial city, and the voices of the people for Fu Sinian kicking the emperor to ascend the throne are getting louder and louder.Rumors spread among the common people, saying that even the heavens can't bear to see the stupid king's behavior of occupying the latrine and not shitting. The rain three days ago was clearly a great dissatisfaction with his stupidity.

The entire imperial palace was completely new after being washed by the rain, and even the gloomy and decadent atmosphere of the past faded away.The maids and father-in-laws in the palace changed their previous panic, and all of them had festive smiles on their faces.Even the maidservants in Ye Ting talked a lot, and their topic was naturally inseparable from the new emperor who was about to ascend the throne.

"I heard that the emperor's face is handsome and extraordinary, and his figure is tall and straight. When I was a general in the past, the official ladies who wanted to be the general's wife could line up from the south to the north of the city. If you can let me see you, I will die in peace!"

"But... didn't the emperor have a wife when he was still a general?"

"Don't you know? The general's wife passed away a few days ago."

"Really? Then—"

Before the words were finished, a shout came from behind: "What are you two muttering there? Why don't you hurry up and go to work? Let me catch you next time, and you won't be lenient."

As soon as the two maidservants heard Mr. Wang's voice, their pink faces immediately turned pale, and they bowed their heads in a panic before retreating.Director Wang shook his head and sighed. Just as he was about to leave, his eunuch stopped him: "Director Wang, Mr. Lu has already arrived outside the palace gate."

"Oh, I'm here." Director Wang was overjoyed, and led the eunuch to the gate of the palace.

Seeing Lu Qingming standing there with his hands behind his back in a blue robe from a distance, Manager Wang greeted him and saluted, then blurted out: "Lord Lu, when is the emperor planning to ascend the throne? It's been several days , the dragon bed in the palace is still empty, the country cannot be without a king for a day."

Lu Qingming said slowly: "Your Majesty's mind is not something that we, as ministers, can control. Right now, there is no one in the palace who can take charge. I'm afraid Director Wang will have to work hard for two more days."

Still wanting to find out more information, Lu Qingming patted on his robe, said "Busy business" and left in a leisurely manner.Manager Wang was left standing there with a sad face, unable to recover for a while.

But after Lu Qingming came back from a stroll around the gate of the palace, he went straight to the general's mansion.Song Bochen was sitting in the back garden drinking. After that rain, the flowers in buds in the garden were full of nourishing rain and dew, and they bloomed one after another.As soon as you step into this full garden, the tip of your nose will be filled with a faint scent of flowers.

Lu Qingming immediately walked over and slapped the latter on the head, "What time is it, are you still drinking here?"

Song Bochen quickly rolled his eyes: "I'm so busy that I'm panicking."

"It's been three days, haven't you come out yet?" Lu Qingming asked meaningfully.

Song Bochen shook his head, then raised the jug in his hand and asked, "Would you like to take a sip? This is the pear blossom brew that was buried at this time last year."

Lu Qingming sighed as if he hated iron for being weak, took the jug and pointed it at the spout where Song Bochen had just touched it, and took a sip.Song Bochen stared at him with his mouth wide open, unable to speak for a long time.

As long as he closes his eyes, Fu Sinian will see large expanses of blood blooming in front of his eyes.The overwhelming blood red slowly seeped into his vision, and finally flowed into his heart.Such a bright and tragic color is even redder than the wedding dress worn by the other party on the day of marriage three years ago.

In the years when there were many wars on the border, the battlefield was often full of corpses everywhere. The corpses of the enemy and our army were piled up together, and the blood under them soaked the whole land, and even the setting sun in the sky was bloody.

Even Fu Sinian, who stood in the pile of corpses with his sword in his hand and still remained expressionless, felt fear for the first time because of Lin Yu.As if being choked by someone's throat, this rare and rare emotion is so uncomfortable that it makes people suffocate.

He thought he wouldn't regret it.When Lin Yu looked at him innocently with his ink-smeared face, he didn't regret it.When Lin Yu stumbled and fell down the high escalator, he didn't regret it.Kissing Lin Yu on the bank of the river that night on the Lantern Festival, he...was shaken, but he didn't regret it.

Even at the end watching Lin Yu being brought up under the city wall, he still didn't regret it.But when Lin Yu opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly realized to his panic that he regretted it.He regretted sending Lin Yu into the palace with his own hands, and regretted not taking Lin Yu away with him.

Such emotions finally reached a critical point when Lin Yu stood on the edge of the tower.Then, like a flood that broke its embankment, it rushed out frantically.His whole heart was soaked in the flood like this, swollen and painful.

Every day in his dream, he watched Lin Yu jump off the tower over and over again.The wind blew the slightly baggy robe, and Lin Yu fell like a lifeless bird.When it landed, a big blood-red flower bloomed.Even a few drops of blood spattered on his heart, slowly burning it up.

Fu Sinian slowly cleaned up the things in the study, glanced at the desk for the last time, and finally opened the door and walked out.The moment the door was closed, the drawing paper spread out on the desk and the pen with wet ink on the inkstone beside it were also locked inside.

No one will see that the person in the painting is dressed in a dark black robe with a fair complexion, a loose belt around his waist, a crooked jade hairpin on his head, and long black soft hair that is about to scatter.It's just that the man's sleepy, lazy face with half-lidded eyelids had no facial features and was blank.

In the first year of Jianhe, the previous dynasty was overthrown, Fu Sinian ascended the throne, changed the name of the country to "Fu", and amnesty the world.The mansion of the former general was well preserved and heavily guarded.

Ten years after the establishment of peace, there was no war on the border, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.The ministers of the court wrote letters one after another about "accepting concubines and heirs". The next morning, Fu Sinian announced with a cold face that only the empress could be accommodated in the harem.

Twenty years after the founding of peace, Fu Sinian no longer dreamed of Lin Yu every night, and the time he spent in the general's mansion gradually decreased.

Thirty years after the establishment of Hehe, Fu Sinian was painting in front of the case, and suddenly realized that he could no longer remember Lin Yu's appearance.

In the 40th year of the establishment of Hehe, Xiao Wang, who took over the work of the master and served by Fu Sinian's side, discovered that the emperor had not mentioned the queen for a long time.

In the 44th year of Jianhe, on the night before the Shangyuan Festival, Fu Sinian woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night.Director Xiao Wang knelt outside the dragon bed tent to ask, but heard the emperor whisper: "I finally dreamed of the queen again. Although I still can't see his face clearly, I know he is still the same, he hasn't changed at all. It's just a When I woke up, my temples were covered with frost."

After dawn, after 20 years, Fu Sinian returned to the small study of the General's Mansion again.The furnishings in the study are the same as back then, and the bookshelves are still filled with dazzling love storybooks.It seems that people who read books will come to pick them up at any time.

He raised the corners of his lips, leaned on the bookshelf and straightened up to leave, but froze in the next second.The concave feeling of the place where the thumb pressed was too real, and the heart that had been silent for many years in the chest was beating wildly.Fu Sinian bent down and slowly moved his fingers away.Fu Sinian's pupils shrank slightly as a line of hand-carved crooked characters came into sight.

Then, he slowly shifted his gaze to the air next to the bookshelf. At that moment, after decades of time, he saw Lin Yu squatting aggrieved and angrily on the very inconspicuous place on the side of the bookshelf. Cursing in a low voice: "Fu Sinian, you bastard, bastard!"

Lin Yu's lips opened and closed quickly, her two delicate brows were knit together, but her eyes were bright and bright, and her whole body was full of vigor and brilliance.Fu Sinian fixedly stared at Lin Yu's clear face until it gradually became transparent and disappeared.

Fu Sinian stood there silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed lowly, and called out: "Lin Yu." Then he leaned on the bookshelf and sat down slowly, closed his eyes, and raised a slight arc at the corners of his mouth, "I I'm finally coming to find you."

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the 44th year of Jianhe, the founding emperor Fu Sinian passed away in the study of the General's Mansion, and was buried in a mausoleum with Queen Lin.The next day, his adopted son Fu Yu succeeded to the throne.