The Long Song of Reincarnation of the Tenth World

Time flies, like running water, it can't be stopped, it can't be stopped, it's silent, and it can't be restored by manpower.

In a blink of an eye, it's March's holy birthday.

In the past, Yang Jing seldom did big things, focusing on simplicity and simplicity.However, the birthday of the king of a country is not so simple no matter how simple it is.What's more, this is the first time the new emperor has organized for the emperor, and it is more grand, and the Ministry of Rites has prepared fireworks, which is very lively.

Yang Jing was happy in his heart, he didn't care about the presents, the main thing was the wishes of his sons and daughters.In particular, Xiao Canghai started preparing for it half a year ago, and it was done according to his wishes, perfect and extremely comforting.

Emperor Shenghui's birthday began on the seventh day of March and lasted for three days and three nights.On the ninth day of March, the new emperor pardoned the world and prayed for the emperor and queen mother.

The night was as cool as water, Yang Jing stood on the city tower, looking at the fireworks all over the city, his eyes were far away.

Xiao Canghai gently put the cloak on him, and said in a low voice: "It's cold at night, be careful."

Yang Jing held his hand and pulled it to his chest to warm it up: "Why is your hand a little cold?"

Xiao Canghai smiled lightly: "It's not cold. It's because your hands are too hot."

Xiao Canghai was wearing a light green cape with peacock feathers, his black hair was tucked back lazily, his brows were handsome, and his black eyes exuded a soft and bright warmth like starlight.

Yang Jing couldn't look away.

Xiao Canghai smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Jing said softly, "Look at your beauty."

Xiao Canghai couldn't help smiling: "At such an age, what else is there to see?"

Yang Jing's eyes were as gentle as water: "When you are seventy or eighty, you are unique in my eyes."

Xiao Canghai paused, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Then this sentence will only count when you say it to me when I am seventy or eighty years old." Yang Jing touched his white hair on the side of his ears, smiled and said nothing.

The two held hands and strolled back to Xining Palace, whispering occasionally on the way.

Yang Jing said: "In the future, there is no need to be so extravagant on birthdays. A bowl of birthday noodles and a blessing are enough."

Xiao Canghai frowned: "That's too shabby. Even if you abdicate, you are still the emperor."

Yang Jing chuckled: "That's not what I said. With you by my side, I won't be poor, and my heart is very warm."

Xiao Canghai paused, and muttered: "You are easy to support." Then he said with a low smile: "Okay, I will remember. Your words are enough."

Yang Jing blinked, squeezed his hand and said narrowly: "Cang Hai, tonight's birthday noodles are the best birthday noodles I have ever eaten in my life."

Xiao Canghai paused for a moment.He has been educated since he was a child that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen.It's really the first time to cook something, and today it was just on a whim, I want Yang Jing to try the birthday noodles I made myself, but the noodles... seem to be undercooked.

He was a little embarrassed, but happy in his heart, and said in a low voice: "You like it, and I will make it for you in the future. My craftsmanship will get better and better, and I will make it for you by myself if you want to eat it."

But Yang Jing said: "No, I don't want to. Your hands shouldn't be used for cooking." He looked down at the tightly clasped hands.Xiao Canghai's fingers were slender and strong, and his palms still had calluses from years of holding pens and practicing swords.Such a pair of hands should not be wasted in this harem, if so!Outside of Xiangtian, he can leave a legacy in court, in the rivers and lakes, and among the people.

Xiao Canghai was calm, and even said with some joy: "But I am willing."

Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, as if he had a premonition, which made him uneasy. He felt that if he didn't ask some questions, there would be no chance.

"...Cang Hai, marry me, have you ever regretted it?"

Xiao Canghai stared, and said, "What are you talking about? You don't believe me? I'm going to get angry!"

Yang Jing hurriedly said: "No, no. Don't be angry. Cang Hai, you don't regret it, and I don't regret it either. I really hope that this kind of life can last forever, and I wish I could live another 500 years."

Xiao Canghai laughed: "Okay! Don't say 500 years, even 5000 or 5 years, if you live well, I will accompany you."

Yang Jing raised the corners of his lips: "Hehe, okay, then we have a deal. I want to book your next life, the next life, and the next life."

"Okay. In your next life, in the next life, in the next life, you will leave it to me, and you are not allowed to find anyone else!"

"A word is settled!"

"A word is settled!"

In the early morning of the tenth day of March, on the second day of Emperor Shenghui's 45th birthday, the most legendary monarch in the history of Dasheng, the founding king of Xisheng, Emperor Shenghui, passed away in his sleep.

Xiao Canghai stroked the already icy body beside him, feeling unbelievable.

The lover who was still hugging tightly last night, caressed his temples, cheeks, and body delicately, and kissed every inch of his skin gently, leaving traces of love tenderly.Today, the traces have not dissipated, but the body temperature is already cold.

Is this dreaming?

Xiao Canghai hugged Yang Jing's body, couldn't hear the cries beside his ears, couldn't see the mourning expressions of his children, just sat on the bed blankly, hugging his lover's body, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, someone wanted to break his arm, but like an enraged lion, he kicked that person down mercilessly.

No one can!No one can separate them!

Xiao Canghai hugged Yang Jing tightly, curled up inside the dragon bed, like a beast defending his own territory, tearing apart all enemies who wanted to occupy him mercilessly.

"Mother! Calm down, let the father rest in peace!"

"Mother! You..."

"Empress Mother, Emperor Father has already gone, woo woo woo..."

Empress?Who are they calling?How did he become the queen mother?

Xiao Canghai lowered his head, gently caressing Yang Jing's peaceful sleeping face.

This is his lover, the boy who foolishly ran in the heavy rain, the proud emperor, and the mighty God of War on the battlefield.

Look, he's grown a beard and looks more dignified and grown-up.

Oh, his boy has grown up.He was the emperor, became the father emperor, and became the grandfather.

But why is he so quiet now?Why didn't he hold his hand and say something stupid?Why didn't he hug him back and kiss his cheek and lips?Why didn't he move his hands and feet and responded to him?

How... how...

Still motionless?

Tears rolled down Xiao Canghai's cheeks.Drop by drop, wetting the quiet body.

A wild sob burst from the depths of his throat.Like a lone wolf that has lost its partner, wandering alone on the grassland.