Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

"Aiqing, I haven't seen you for seven years. You've aged a lot, and you've got weather marks on your face, and you're no longer the brilliance you used to be."

"The emperor joked, life is short, who can endure the ravages of time and be young forever... He is different, seven years ago he was young, seven years later, he has not changed at all, but we have long since become things. People are gone."

Qin Zhiyu offered incense to Lin Xi before the coffin, closed his eyes and prayed silently for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, Xianzong was right in front of him, watching his every move solemnly.

He thought that this man would be furious because someone coveted what he possessed, but the other party just patted him on the shoulder, and then walked out of the ancestral hall. According to his understanding, the meaning of that move was... comforting.

Xianzong went out with his hands behind his back, looking around, everything in Jingling remained the same.There are evergreen pines planted all over the mountains and fields here, and literati and inkmen often pass by here and describe the beautiful scenery here with a lot of pen and ink. Over time, the people of Chang'an regard this place as a good place for outings. Talented men and beautiful women often meet with friends. , Bring your family and friends here to relax. The burial place of a generation of powerful officials has also become a place for others to play and have fun.

It was a secret that Lin Xici was buried in Jingling, and the people in the government and the public who knew about it could count on two hands, but Xianzong did not order Jingling to be closed, only the courtyard of the ancestral hall was closed, and heavy soldiers were sent to guard it. They are all free to enter and exit.

"I feel that he was lonely all his life, and he would like to be lively after death. If more people come to visit, he will be happy to see him. I made a secret decree that after a hundred years, his ancestral hall will also be open to the public. Everyone in the world can know that the person buried in Jingling is the orthodox heir of the Jing family, and his name will be rectified when the time comes."

"Why did the emperor do this?"

Emperor Xianzong looked at Qin Zhiyu with a funny expression on his face, "Do you think the emperor doesn't make mistakes? The emperor is also a human being, and there will be things that are too late to regret. It's just that throughout the ages, the emperors of all dynasties dare not admit their mistakes. They beheaded the historians. , Destroy history, in order to cover up those unknown secrets, but I am different from them. I was wrong about Xici. , Therefore, I will commit the crime for him and justify his name."

"So, in the end, he was..." Your tool to go down in history.

Qin Zhiyu swallowed the last words and forcibly changed his words, "I think, he will be grateful for the emperor's kindness, and he should rest under the Nine Springs."

"You are puzzled and resentful towards me. I know you don't agree with me. In the past seven years, I have not missed him for a day, and he would often fall into my dreams, with disheveled hair and bloody body screaming:' I curse you with death in this life, that you will have no more love.' But that is already in the past, he can't come back... All I can do is to return his flawless name... and that's all."

During the conversation, the moon has quietly climbed up the willow twigs.

Qin Zhiyu looked at the jade plate hanging high, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, blocking the dazzling soft light.

"it's time……"

"Ai Qing?"

Suddenly returning to his senses, he smiled at Xianzong, "I remembered that I buried a jug of good wine before I left Beijing, and it has been seven years since I returned to Beijing. The taste of the old wine should be good. I dare to invite Your Majesty to have a drink together."

"Very good, why don't you just get drunk here."

A coffee table, three or two plates of light side dishes, the two of them sat on one side, accompanied by strong wine, and enjoyed the jade blossoms together.

Qin Zhiyu stared at the cold moonlight intently, until his eyes were slightly sour, then he lowered his eyes, stared at the beautiful scenery reflected in the cup, and spoke hoarsely.

He said: "Your Majesty, on the day he left, the moonlight was as good as it is today... On the [-]th day of Yangchun, Chang'an was full of peach blossoms, and he didn't have the chance to see them, so he died in the dark and damp cell... The emperor misses him day and night, so why don't I, as soon as I close my eyes, the image of him dying in my arms will emerge before my eyes, accompanied by his low sobs and groans, which I still remember vividly. "

Xianzong didn't raise his head, a gold silk embroidered ribbon was wrapped around his fingers, and he kept playing with it. "Is it really you..."

"It's me. I want him to live the most, but in the end, I killed him with my own hands... He was very smart. He took poison before he was imprisoned, and was tortured in front of me. Being corroded by poison, life is worse than death. I don't want to see him die in pain, all I can do is... put a belt around his neck to help him escape."

He got up and walked to the front of the court, looking up at the gaze that seemed to be within reach, but always out of reach, his eyes were moist.

He laughed at himself and said: "I thought that in the past seven years, all the tears have been shed for him, but as long as I think of him, no matter when and where, I will be sobbing... The moonlight shines selflessly on the earth, and its brilliance illuminates the long dead night. But the person who illuminated me is gone. Xiao Heyan, my moon is gone, how will you compensate me?"

Emperor Xianzong did not pursue his crime of trespassing, raised his head and drank the strong wine that he had held for a long time, and did not answer his question, but asked instead: "After drinking this wine, can I also see the moonlight?"

"Seven years of hatred, seven years of hatred...Xiao Heyan, have you ever carefully guarded something, stripped him from the cold rock with a sharp knife, and wiped away the dust on his body bit by bit, rather than the one who was scratched by the blade was yourself, I can't bear to hurt his skin. A person who is so precious to me is worthless in your hands. When you ruthlessly trample him on the soles of your feet, stain him, stain him black, and fuck him, can you think about it? Who has he ever been held in the palm of his hand and cared for? He threw himself at you regardless of dissuasion, and chased your brilliance because he loves you and wants to be close to you, but what did you give him in return? "

Xianzong raised his head, wanting to see with his own eyes the bright moon that he had never had the courage to look directly at all these years... For the first time in his life, he discovered that the moonlight that should have been dim could be so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes. open your eyes.

... He has always thought that the things that are close at hand and within easy reach have long been separated by thousands of miles without knowing it.At both ends of the world, there is no time to meet again.

"Such a clean person was forced by you to become a bloody executioner. Do you know what kind of decision he must make to be ruthless and remove your stumbling block? Do you know that his heart is so soft that even an ant can't bear to step on it?" How can a dead person make himself feel like a rock and ignore the life and death of others... You don't know. You will never know how much he paid for you, because you are a lunatic who only knows how to take and is insatiable... lunatic!"

Qin Zhiyu turned around and picked up his own cup, poured the strong wine on the ground, and sacrificed to the old man.

"When I first entered the Marquis' Mansion, I used these seven years of hatred to decide his life and death. At that time, he was innocent and timid. He never thought of revenge for the hatred of subjugation, but was persistent in wanting to live. So, I gave him a chance. Many years later, I wanted to save him from prison, but I still gave him a chance, but he pushed away my hand and chose to plunge into the abyss..."

He looked at the raised treasure top on the mountain in the distance, recalled the past, and suddenly laughed, "At the beginning of the meeting, 20-year-old Qin Zhiyu met 13-year-old Lin Xici, and his eyes were full of life. Now Qin Zhiyu is no longer confused. Lin Xici is still at 27...my Xici will always stop at 27..."

Xianzong slowly put down his cup, walked to Qin Zhiyu's side, and looked at the place where the man's bones were buried together with him, his tone became lighter than before.

"I haven't had time to introduce you to the wonders of Jingling. After he was buried that year, Li Qing ordered people to mix cinnabar into the soil and build the top of the treasure, in order to keep the living beings away and give him a piece of peace, even if there is no one in the future. People miss him, and there is no grass growing on the grave. But in just half a month, a strange thing happened. You see, there are unknown white flowers growing all over the mountains and plains. No matter in winter or summer, they bloom so brilliantly and look very beautiful... ...Tell me, is this a thought he left for the living."

These words made Qin Zhiyu feel very confused. He looked at the other party puzzled, and asked in disbelief: "Don't you know why I came back to Beijing and why I drank with you here?"

"I know."

"You will die. Those seven years of hatred are deadly poisons. Just one drop can kill your heart. Life is better than death."

"I know."

"then you……"

"It's really a heart-breaking pain... After Xici died, why didn't I endure such pain someday?" Xianzong smiled slightly, his eyes twitched, and then black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his body was weak, and he almost fell on the ground. land.

Qin Zhiyu didn't know why he wanted to support this man. He had been looking forward to his death for seven years, no, 24 years. He wished he could be humiliated and trampled under his feet, but when he was about to fall, he pulled him away. him.

"You know you're going to die, so why drink it?"

"... I am as eager for relief as you are, even more than you... I want to apologize to him personally..."

"People are dead, so what's the use of apologizing? Is the repentance of the king of your country so valuable that it can bring the dead back to life?"

"If it's really possible... even if I sacrifice my life, it's worth it... Speaking of confession, Ai Qing, I also have to... apologize to you..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, Xianzong had no choice but to stop, trying his best to endure the severe pain in his body, and after a short persistence, he spoke again: "When chasing the moonlight, you are illuminated by the moonlight, and the light stays on you. Embracing you tightly, I will do everything I can to give you light..."

"Later, my moonlight was held in your hands, and you no longer knew how to appreciate its beauty, and let it wither in your palm, obliterating the brilliance... The moonlight disappeared, and the world fell into darkness again...He led you to the light, But you pushed him into the darkness, give it back to me, you give him back to me!!"

"Sorry... I didn't mean to kill him... I never, never thought he would die..."

Xianzong swallowed his last breath in Qin Zhiyu's hand.

He resolutely let go, and the man fell straight down, just like when he was blocked by Li Sansi and had to let go of Lin Xici, he could only watch the other party sink in the whirlpool, with no room for compensation.

"He was destroyed by your own hands. You should pay for everything you have given now. It will be too hard down here, so go and die for him..."

No one knew that Lin Xici's initial approach was not with ulterior motives. At that time, he just wanted to see what the man who ruled the world in his place was like...

He is not the moon, never was.

Because it is not the moonlight that will come towards you step by step, but the shooting star.

You can never catch the brilliance of the bright moon, but the shooting star will catch itself.

He doesn't shine, but wears moonlight, giving you all the beauty you want.But he is fleeting in the end, and if you are unable to catch him, you are not qualified to keep him.

People who always yearn for the light don't know what light is, and they don't deserve to be illuminated.

"If I knew this earlier, I wish there were no moons in the world..."

Qin Zhiyu got up indifferently, and poured new wine into the wine cup that had just poisoned Xianzong to death, "He has become a god, and you, you, are going to hell to atone for your sins."

Staring at the clear wine, he stumbled all the way away, crying and laughing like a madman.

He took revenge, killed the person who deserved to die, and settled the biggest regret in his heart.

So, who will be next...

The author has something to say: If you can't catch up with your wife, you can't find a crematorium for both.Congratulations to Master Hou for getting his revenge, I feel that the next person he will kill is absolutely unexpected.

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~