Correct posture of masochism [system]

There was an extra tooth mark on Jiang Yu's place, and faint blood oozes out. Apart from the pain, he rarely feels terrified.

If it wasn't for the small space there, I'm afraid Song Yan would brand a word on it.

Song Yanfu.Touching the loose hair of the person below her, she flicked her fingers.Picking up a strand and combing slowly, "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

Jiang Yu coldly responded with nonsense, if he said it didn't hurt, the other party would definitely come back.bite.once.

"I like your Majesty so much." Song Yan sighed, and touched his ears gently with his lips.Touch, the teeth are deeply pierced.Go in and use your tongue until the smell of blood fills the air.lick.up.lick…

Jiang Yu satirized with a cold face, "I really didn't know that the Prime Minister had this habit."

Song Yan chuckled, "I just found out."

"Get out of the way!" Jiang Yu wanted to get up but was suppressed, he raised his body, accidentally touched the injury on his back, and gasped in pain.

There are large and small blood beads overflowing around the Yan character, as if it came alive all of a sudden.

Song Yan squinted his eyes and looked at it twice with satisfaction, his eyes were a little dizzy, and he took out the usual cloth strip from his arms to cover his eyes.

In total darkness, all touches.Feelings are magnified several times, he kissed.Looking at the trembling person, "Your Majesty, I will be lighter."

After a stick of incense, all kinds of roars and roars came from the Accord, mixed with indescribable sounds.

"Song Yan, didn't you fucking say to be lighter? Ah!"

"...You fucking? What is it?"

"Hold!"

"The minister obeys the order."

After the round ended, Jiang Yu weakly called 000 in his heart for some healing medicine.

Within three seconds, my whole body felt like being soaked in a hot spring, Shu.suitable.temperature.Nuan, followed by another kind of burning that Jiang Yu is very familiar with.Hot, overwhelming, rolled towards him.

"Ding, sorry, I took the wrong medicine."

The voice in his head made Jiang Yu's face even more ugly, and he couldn't help rubbing against Song Yan's arms.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, smiled and continued to feed the dissatisfied kitten.

At the end of another round, Jiang Yu didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, allowing Song Yan to be as presumptuous as he wanted.

Song Yan usually chooses a point to study persistently, as if he wants to punch a hole in Jiang Yu's body.Hole, leave something in it.

After a night of fighting, Jiang Yu was seriously injured, and Song Yan returned home with a full load.

Putting on his clothes slowly, Jiang Yu casually pulled his hair back, opened the door and saw the person at the door, the surprise in his eyes was obvious.

The man's tall body was extremely stiff, and he said expressionlessly, with a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Yu frowned, "Seventeen, when did you come back?"

Shi Qi pursed his lips tightly and replied truthfully, "This subordinate went to the city in two days."

two days ago?But he didn't report to the master immediately, Jiang Yu stretched out his hand to pull the skirt, and asked casually, "You've been here last night?"

Seventeen was silent for a moment and said, "Yes."

Jiang Yu tilted his head and squinted at the person walking behind him, his eyes were gloomy.

No matter what Song Yan's idea was, the appearance of Seventeen here made him feel angry about being betrayed.

Song Yan stepped forward and put his hands on Jiang Yu's waist.Come on, smile and say, "Let's go."

When crossing the seventeenth mark, Jiang Yu said coldly, "Go back to the palace and give me an explanation."

Shi Qi stood on the spot, slowly raised his lowered head, and stared at the two figures who were very close with his red eyes.

He closed his eyes, covering things that shouldn't and can't be.

Jiang Yu's walking posture was very indecent, his legs were dangling non-stop, and his face was a bit ferocious.

I made a mistake and underestimated Song Yan's changes.degree of attitude.

Now I'm really worried whether the flower buds are all broken.

"He didn't take orders from the minister." Song Yan suddenly said softly, "It's just that the minister has what he wants."

For example power.

Only when you ask for something will you be controlled by others. What is Seventeen asking for?Jiang Yu couldn't help but boldly guess whether the other party already knew about his life experience.

Song Yan's palm was on Jiang Yu's waist.Knead lightly.up.Rubbing, understatement said a sentence enough to shock the ruling and opposition parties.

"Speaking of which, he is His Majesty's eldest brother, and I should call him the First Prince."

Shiqi was handed over to him by the first emperor himself. Those concealments and avoidances were all three years ago. In fact, not only Shiqi has changed, including himself.

Because of this person around.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, the original owner's death was a matter of time, Song Yan's people were all around him, and behind him was an elder brother who was born to the late emperor's beloved woman.

In this game played by the first emperor, the original owner is just a pawn in it, and the real winner is Shi Qi.

Jiang Yu pulled his lips, it was really a bad deal.

"What are you thinking?" Song Yan grabbed the boy who was walking towards the lake, picked him up and walked along the winding wooden bridge towards the exit.

Jiang Yu didn't correct it either.The twist of love.Come.twist.Go, shit.The pain in my hip was so painful that I couldn't express it in words, and my waist was so sore and numb.

"The prime minister waited on you last night. You waited well, and I will reward you a lot."

Song Yan smiled lowly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The old butler, who had been waiting by the carriage for a long time, opened his mouth wide in shock when he saw the current Majesty being held in the arms of the prime minister.

Song Yan frowned, "Old Li?"

The old butler came back to his senses, he opened the curtain blankly, and closed his jaw that was about to fall.

In the carriage, Jiang Yu leaned on Song Yan, closed his eyes and was about to sleep for a while, but felt wet.The hot breath approached, and the face was touched by the cool lips.bump.

Jiang Yu mocked, "Are you going to wash my face?"

"I thought His Majesty was waiting for me..." Song Yan smiled, but he didn't restrain himself at all, and continued to hold Jiang Yu's face and kiss him enough.

Jiang Yu was quilt.relative.It's a bit dry.Hot, pushed him away impatiently, "Okay."

Song Yan held Jiang Yu's fart.Butt hugged him in his lap, holding him like a child.

Such a posture made the corners of Jiang Yu's lips twitch.Twitching, not knowing how to put his hands and feet, he lay awkwardly in Song Yan's arms.

"Take your hands away and rub. It's on my back."

"I'm afraid the mark left there is not deep enough, so it's better to make sure."

Song Yan took it for granted, pulled Jiang Yu's shirt off, and picked at the slightly scabbed place on his back with his fingers.He moved, making Jiang Yu break out in cold sweat from the pain.

The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger in the carriage. Song Yan traced the word with his fingertips one stroke at a time, and wiped it with a handkerchief.Drop the oozing blood.

The pain was really severe, Jiang Yu, whose face was covered with sweat, pressed his white lips together, and ruthlessly pressed hard on Song Yan's neck.bite.down.

Song Yan didn't seem to feel the pain, he straightened Jiang Yu's clothes gently, and hugged him tightly with his eyes half down, wrapping his arms around him.

"Your Majesty, the minister's meat is not tasty."

Jiang Yu's teeth loosened, and his mouth was full of strong fishy smell.Feeling disgusted by Song Yan's words, he raised his head and blocked his stomach.Hold his lips and share those tastes with each other.

Song Yan frowned and sucked.hold his tongue.kiss.for a while.

Back in the palace, Jiang Yu suddenly remembered something, took off his shirt and turned his head to look in the mirror, the word Yan on the back was shocking, reminding him that he was branded, he twisted his face and smashed the mirror.

The little Quan Zi outside the hall was terrified when he heard that, he didn't go in or go in, His Majesty didn't return all night, and he came back with Prime Minister Song, so he was furious again.

Not daring to speculate any further, Xiao Quanzi raised his head to look at the sky, and after a while he cautiously rushed inside and said, "Your Majesty, the housekeeper of Song Xiang's residence has brought some medicinal ingredients..."

"roll!"

Xiao Quanzi touched his nose and rolled away in disgrace.

At Chenshi, in the imperial study room, Jiang Yu stared at the black-clothed man standing below with his head propped up. The anger had long since disappeared, so he didn't need to mind it, the way was different, each took what he wanted.

After a long time, Jiang Yu left the chair, walked towards Shiqi, and raised his hand to remove the half of the grimace mask on his face.

Seventeen's sword eyebrows frowned suddenly, his fingers were gathered into fists, and he was tense and said nothing.

The other half of his face didn't have any unsightly and ugly scars, and he was as handsome as Eleven said, except that there was a dark mark similar to a birthmark on the left forehead.

Jiang Yu's eyes flashed, the shape was like the piece of white jade he had seen before, "Give me some time, and I will give you everything you want."

So don't make any trouble for me, let me complete the task and leave smoothly.

Seventeen's pupils fluctuated and then returned to calm.

After the night of listening to Yu Pavilion, Jiang Yu and Song Yan remained the same in the court hall, one was acting with the ministers, and the other was playing the second leading role.

After the next dynasty, it will not be the same.

The ministers didn't know that every time after they left, the king of a country was pressed on the dragon chair by the prime minister, Ling.The messy dragon robes were scattered, and intermittent suppressed voices wandered over the hall for a long time.

They don't even know that His Majesty is under that person.

Such days continued until Queen Mother Cen came back from burning incense at the Great Buddha Temple, Song Yan and Jiang Yu still did not stop.

Empress Dowager Cen had been at leisure for a while, but she didn't know where to hear the news, and learned that Ji Chu's teacher might be Song Yan.

With a sense of crisis, she began to think of ways to force people into Jiangyu's harem, most of them were Cen's family.

Jiang Yu is indifferent, in the eyes of others, it doesn't matter, in fact, it is because he knows that there are people who are more anxious than him.

The man who wanted to mark him all over him would not sit idly by.

Within three days, Song Yan went to the palace to meet Queen Mother Cen. Not long after he left, all the eunuchs and maids outside heard the sound of Queen Mother Cen smashing things.

That day Empress Dowager Cen went out to the palace, and when she came back she was terrified, as if she had seen a ghost.

No one knew what happened, the chief eunuch ran to Jiang Yu and reported the matter.

Jiang Yu could guess what was the reason, the only thing that could make Empress Dowager Cen lose her composure was the person who should have died standing in front of her alive again.

For the Empress Dowager Cen, the existence of Qiu Yu is not the so-called shame that blood is thicker than water.disgrace.

Dirty to cover up.The dirty past was bloodied and exposed to the sun, and all those scenes that I wanted to forget all rushed out, and the horror it brought was indescribable.

Empress Dowager Cen was plagued by nightmares every night, and she often stared at the void with disheveled hair. Everyone in the palace was frightened by her screams and became suspicious.

The Tai Hospital was helpless, Jiang Yu watched Empress Dowager Cen lose weight day by day, and she died of illness before autumn passed.

Die in your own fear.

After the death of Empress Dowager Cen, Concubine Jin looked sadder than anyone else. She ate fast and recited Buddha all day long.

Jiang Yu found out that something wrong with him was retching after eating breakfast. This situation not only didn't get better, but got worse.

Absent-mindedly, he sneaked out of the palace in subdued clothes, and fled in a hurry amid the voice of the doctor congratulating him.

Jiang Yu went to find 000 violently, and the other party said, "Ding, the enemy is too strong."

Damn it, Jiang Yu stood under the sun, feeling cold from head to toe, his mind was in a mess, the more he wanted to calm down, the more bored he became.

Without even thinking about it, he ran to the Prime Minister's Mansion, pulled the chair, and farted.Gu sits opposite Song Yan.

Song Yan put down his official duties, "What happened?"

Jiang Yu raised his chin and snorted coldly, "It's okay."

Song Yan's brows and eyes were gradually stained with a smile, and he handed over the tea in his hand, "Do you miss me?"

A dark color flashed across Jiang Yu's eyes, "Well, I thought about it."

Sure enough, his answer pleased Song Yan.

Unexpectedly, under Song Yan's fierce attack.After I knocked it down, the little thing in my stomach was still fine, nothing happened at all, and it was very strong.

Jiang Yu was depressed, his appetite was greatly reduced, and he often vomited as much as he ate.

Xiao Quanzi wondered to himself, "Why does Your Majesty look so displeased..."

After he knew what he said, he immediately raised his palm and mouth, and he really went back to life.

But when he saw that the dishes on the table had not been moved at all, he still couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, are the dishes weak?"

Jiang Yu threw the chopsticks away, wiped his face with his hands, and signaled Xiao Quanzi to go out. As soon as the other party left, he squatted beside the bucket and retched.

A few days later, Xiao Quanzi was anxious and finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to find Song Yan.

"Song Xiang, Your Majesty has lost his appetite recently, and... still..." Xiao Quanzi gritted his teeth, "He still vomited."

Song Yan's eyebrows twitched, and he sat there with a strange expression, then stood up suddenly and walked out.

Xiao Quanzi wiped his eyes, did he see things just now?

Why does Song Xiang have such an ecstatic expression of "hahaha I'm going to be a father"...

Jiang Yu who was lying on the bed heard footsteps, he thought it was Xiao Quanzi, "Go out."

The footsteps didn't stop, but were even faster. Jiang Yu opened his eyes and saw the person who was supposed to be in his mansion standing in front of the bed, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Song Yan sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his arm through Jiang Yu's armpit, and picked him up.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Have you got it?"

"No."

As soon as the words came out of Jiang Yu's mouth, he lay in Song Yan's arms and vomited a few times, wiping his mouth in pain.

Song Yan patted him on the back and said in a low voice, "You should tell me."

"It's not yours." Catching the complacency in his tone, Jiang Yu glanced over him coldly.

Song Yan's aura changed, and his dark eyes were filled with chills, "Don't make such jokes in the future, my heart is small."

Suppressing the bitter taste in his throat, Jiang Yu lay back on the bed again and let out a sigh of relief. The days are unbearable. Is he really going to have a baby?

Where does the problem come from?A drop of cold sweat dripped from Jiang's remaining corner, and his facial features were enveloped in a layer of evil spirit, "Come here."

Song Yanfu.Down.body, what greeted him were punches and kicks from the other party, as well as words that he didn't quite understand, but they probably weren't praiseworthy.

"Quiet." Song Yan hugged the person who lost his temper, Ann.Caressing his kitten, "Hey, don't move your fetus."

The word fetal gas is more terrifying than asking him to have sex with a woman. Jiang Yu leaned on Song Yan and gasped for breath. He suspected that this matter had something to do with the system.

The mysterious 000 came out again, and he justified himself very calmly, "Ding, this time is really an accident."

Jiang Yu sneered in his heart, "Every time you are an accident."

"Ding, it's good that Mr. Jiang can understand."

"Go away, don't come out if you have nothing to do."

After giving Jiang Yushun his temper, Song Yan stayed in the palace for a long time before returning.

Jiang Yu's abnormality was not discussed by anyone, those people in the dormitory were all changed, and now they are all Song Yan's cronies, except Xiao Quanzi.

Song Yan's dowry was handed over to Jiang Yu in the early winter. It was a thick stack of documents, which recorded officials from all over the place, and the gold seal of the signature was extremely glaring.

With Song Yan's assistance, Jiang Yu succeeded in taking over the administration. Just as he was about to leave, the system reminded him that the server was delayed for two months.

If Song Yan knew what would happen to his own decision two months later, he would probably regret it.

Ji Chu was crowned king and belonged to Yanzhou.

Concubine Jin's unwillingness and resentment were finally blown away in the imperial city, leaving nothing behind.

But the reluctance in Ji Chu's heart was not this city, he stubbornly looked at the palace wall behind him until he could no longer see it, nor did he see the person he wanted to see.

It was getting colder and colder, Jiang Yu watched his flat stomach helplessly.A small bump bulged on his chest, and at that moment he closed his eyes, unable to tell what it felt like.

He will be gone soon, and this child is destined not to come to this world.

Everything is virtual, he tried to convince himself.

Thinking this way, Jiang Yu still asked 000 in his heart, and the other party said that the child would be reincarnated to the next family, and the wrinkles between his brows faded a bit.

After all, it is an innocent life.

Jiang Yu lay obliquely on the dragon chair, it may be caused by the changes in his body, and he became more prone to emotion.

Song Yan knelt down on one knee, in his belly.He kissed her at the bottom, and put his palm on it, feeling the faint little life, "I am very happy."

Jiang Yu stared at his hair, "I'm not very happy."

Song Yan was not annoyed, and buried his face in Jiang Yu's belly.His chest trembled, and he laughed lowly, repeating over and over again, "I am very happy."

The child is actually not important to him, and it is not in his plan, but from this person's belly.What came out of it brought him an unprecedented peace of mind and satisfaction.

Listening, Jiang Yu yawned and put his chin on Song Yan's shoulder and fell asleep.

every kiss.After the heat, Song Yan will go to caress.Touch the mark on Jiang Yu's back, and once he finds it is shallow, he will brand it again, which has reached a point of insanity.

One night after half a month, the imperial palace caught fire, and Emperor Ye was unfortunately buried in the flames, and the court was in turmoil.

Just when everyone thought Song Yan would adapt to the situation, he took out two items.

One is the imperial edict written by Emperor Ye, and the other is related to 30 years ago, which caused an uproar in front of civil and military officials.

Jiang Yu didn't care about it, Shi Shi escorted him out while the city was in chaos, and went west all the way, choosing a remote village to live in.

He knew very early on that Song Yan was not interested in that seat, so it was nothing more than Seventeen stood up.

This is what the late emperor wanted to see, using the original owner as a shield to remove all obstacles for his true heir.

Song Yan played the role of Tuo Gu's minister in it.

Seeing Jiang Yu's situation, the villagers took good care of him. In the few days before he was about to leave, they wanted to live in peace, but Song Yan led people to find him.

Song Yan looked a little embarrassed, "Where do you want to run?"

Facing Song Yan's questioning, Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, then twitched his lips, did he run away?I just want to die quietly.

Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't answer, Song Yan couldn't hide the panic on his face, and grabbed his wrist, "Come back with me."

Jiang Yu turned cold, "No."

Song Yan smiled softly, but it was very pervasive, "I'm not asking for your opinion."

"Don't regret it." Jiang Yu smiled.

He was captured by Song Yan, and what awaited him was dazzling red and a red wedding dress, and a certain picture in his mind seemed to overlap at this moment.

"You want to marry me?" Jiang Yu had a strange expression on his face.

Song Yan returned to his usual appearance, he curled the corners of his lips, "It can also be said that you married me."

The corners of Jiang Yu's eyes twitched, and he sat on the chair in silence. After a long time, "I changed the wedding dress, I don't want that one."

"Okay." Song Yan's eyes sparkled.

"Don't pay homage." Jiang Yu made an inch of it.

"This won't work." Song Yan rubbed his forehead, a little unable to deal with his unreasonable trouble.

Jiang Yu's face was tense, and he had less than a day to live. What he didn't expect was that he would not be able to feel at ease until he died, and would have to relive the past.

The prime minister got married, and everyone was curious about which daughter or young master the bride was.

But they failed to get what they wanted. During the whole process of worship, the bride was wearing a red hijab, and she looked like a man in terms of figure.

When the husband and wife bowed to each other, Jiang Yu paused before turning.Down.body.Son, hit Song Yan on the forehead, the pain was very real, telling him that they were legally married.

In the palace, Seventeen, dressed in a dragon robe, was reviewing the memorial.

Eleven at the bottom glanced at him. Up to now, he still can't believe that the elder brother who has lived with him for decades is the royal family.

Now he is his master.

"Brother, do you like him?"

Eleven laughed and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I like it a little bit."

The pen paused, leaving a black spot on the memorial, Shi Qi lowered his eyes, and the things inside were blurred.

Song Yan chose that boy, and he chose Jiangshan.

In the imperial garden, little Quanzi was sitting on the stone steps. His Majesty was married. He should be happy, but why did he feel so weird.

He fantasized in his mind that the prime minister was marrying His Majesty, and the next moment he shook his head violently, that was even weirder.

The prime minister's mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the guests who came here were either high-ranking officials or nobles, and it was very lively.

Jiang Yu called Song Yan to stop, and said something abrupt, "Don't blame me."

I originally wanted to find a place where no one knew and wait to leave, but you insisted on finding me back.

Song Yan thought that Jiang Yu was throwing a temper tantrum, so through the hijab, he gently kissed his forehead, "I'll be back after I go out."

Jiang Yu lifted the red hijab, watched Song Yan go out, the corner of the red clothes disappeared at the door, he reached out to touch his belly.Department, and ultimately no.

"Don't blame me either."

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, he sat on the head of the bed and closed his eyes.

After explaining a few words to the old butler, Song Yan left the guests and went back to the new house. He walked to the bed and lifted the red hijab. The boy remained motionless as if he had fallen asleep.

"Sleepy?"

There was no response, and an inexplicable uneasiness grew in his heart, which instantly pierced his internal organs. Song Yan's fingers lightly touched Jiang Yu's face, and he froze in place like a fool.

On the night of weddings and candles in the bridal chamber, Jiang Yu left.

After losing his wife and son, Song Yan grew old overnight.

The big red happy letter in the mansion was still pasted, and was ordered not to tear it off, the servants sighed, the old butler lost his mind, and boldly went to find someone.

After hearing the old housekeeper's words, Qiu Yu was stunned for a while before recovering, "Dead?"

"Yes." The old housekeeper was tearful, his voice choked with sobs, "There is an unborn child in my belly."

How can Master Xiang bear it...

The expression on Qiu Yu's face seemed to be happy, but it also seemed to be in pain. He followed the old housekeeper out in a daze.

From a distance, Qiu Yu saw the man sitting under the tree, still dressed in purple, but he became very thin at some point, and his black hair was all white.

Snowing?Qiu Yu raised his head and looked at the sky in a daze. There was not even a single snowflake. When he got closer, he found the man's white hair.

Qiu Yu cried bitterly, "Master, why are you doing this..."

Song Yan pinched.Holding his neck, hoarse voice, "Did you get your wish?"

Qiu Yu struggled vigorously and slapped Song Yan with both hands. Just when he was about to suffocate, the strength on his neck loosened.

"You said that I would not get what I asked for, and I really lost him." Song Yan stroked Qiu Yu's hair with a gentle voice, "Changing your mouth now and saying that he will come back, okay?"

Qiu Yu kept coughing and took a few breaths, "He's dead."

What Song Yan couldn't hear the most was this sentence. He kicked Qiu Yu away, smiling ferociously and terrifyingly.

Getting up from the ground, Qiu Yu looked at his white hair. After a long time, he said sourly, "I heard that there are Taoists who can summon souls."

Song Yan resigned from his official position and left the imperial city. No one knew where he went with the dead boy.

Half a month later, in a courtyard on the outskirts of Fengcheng, an old Taoist priest and a white-haired man stood in the snow.

Summoning souls is a matter of destroying the balance of heaven and earth. In addition to requiring the person to live for 30 years, you also need to collect the souls of 99 people who have just died to cast the spell, but you are short of the last one.

Just yesterday, Qiu Yu came and said, "Master, this slave is here to return him to you."

99 living souls gathered together, the old Taoist suddenly stopped casting the spell, and looked at Song Yan with a strange expression, "There were two living souls attached to this body."

two?Song Yan woke up from the daze, he couldn't laugh or cry, it turned out that it wasn't that child who hid too deeply, it was two souls.

It is the second that makes him make repeated mistakes.

"One was reincarnated four years ago." Speaking of this, the old Taoist became even weirder, with some fear of the unknown, "The other one can't be found."

"Can't find it?" Song Yan said in a cold tone, "What do you mean?"

The old Taoist shook his head, "I don't know what's going on in the poor way, there is no hell, maybe... it doesn't belong to this world."

Not of this world?It's ridiculous, Song Yan said with a chuckle, "Find it for me again."

"There is still something to do in the poor way." The old Taoist backed away in horror, and was hit in the back of the heart by a sharp arrow after running a few steps.

Song Yan returned to the house, stood at the door and looked at the peaceful young man on the bed, all hopes became ridiculous.

He walked over step by step, threw away the stinky lump of unknown meat next to the boy, and looked down at the boy with almost crazy eyes.

"If you really don't belong to this world, where should I find you..."

"In the end, I was tricked by you."

Song Yan reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "Little guy, you won."

The next day, a new grave appeared on the hillside outside the other courtyard, with the words "Tomb of the Dead Wife" written on the tombstone.

I don't know how many years have passed, and weeds are overgrown in the grave. On this day, a person came to the grave.

"I am back."

Song Yan hasn't changed much, and his brilliance remains the same as before, but there is more lingering gloom and loneliness between his brows.

His whole life can be summed up in only twelve words. In the first half of his life, he was a high-ranking official and generous salary, rich in glory and wealth, but in the second half of his life, he could not get what he wanted, and had no interest in life.

"He governed the world well." Song Yan smiled lowly, "The method is more poisonous than that of the late emperor, I thought he would send someone to kill me."

Song Yan knelt down and scraped off the surrounding weeds with his hands, took out the hoe he brought to dig up the grave, and jumped in to remove the dust from the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was half open, and inside lay a skeleton.

Song Yan looked at it calmly for a while, then raised one leg and stepped in. The smell inside was indescribably unpleasant.

"You look so ugly now." Song Yan took out the veil from his arms in disgust, but instead of wiping his dirty hands, he went to wipe them.Wipe the soil above the skeleton.

He wiped it seriously, with gentle movements, as if he was still the boy who would frown and yell at him impatiently.

"I've been thinking, why did you leave without a sound when you were obviously healthy and painless?" Song Yan turned the skeleton over and rubbed.After rubbing it for a long time, he couldn't find the mark left by that year. He said regretfully, "It's gone."

Song Yan lay next to the skeleton, combed and stroked a few hairs on the skull.Touching the white bones is like caressing.Touch the youthful body.

"I don't actually like you very much, but I have never been able to find someone better than you."

He hugged sideways.Hold the skeleton, put your lips on the skull, kiss lightly, and sigh, "I won't play with God anymore."

Song Yan pulled the lid of the coffin tightly, and also drove the last ray of sunlight away from his world.

One day, a young man passed by here. Seeing that the coffin was exposed outside, he boldly moved his head towards it, only to be terrified by the two skeletons inside.

The young man didn't dare to look any more, he hurriedly crawled out to fill the soil, found a piece of wood and buried it on the grave as a tombstone, kowtowed three times and left.

Year after year, the weeds on the grave mound became more and more dense, and undergrowth grew. After many years, there was no longer a grave mound there.