Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

Today is the day when the new emperor ascends the throne, and the whole world celebrates it.Everyone flocked to watch the enthronement ceremony, and the Chong'an Gate was completely surrounded.

His elder brother, Nan Wenqing, who has been admired by thousands of people since he was a child, is now going to be the emperor of Da Nan.

He couldn't even see the civil and military prostrations of the Manchu Dynasty, and the mountain shouts of long live.

None of these belonged to him.

In fact, Nan Wanqiao sometimes thinks, what is all this for?He was only eight years old when he just came out of the cold palace.I thought I was out of the sea of ​​suffering, but I never thought that I was just going from one hell to another.

The first time he discovered the coldness of human nature was at the age of 12 when he was almost poisoned to death in the palace.

The first time I killed someone, I felt the blood splattered on my face, and there was still warmth, but I was only 13 years old.

The first time I risked my head to frame courtiers was when I was 16 years old.

Every step of the way, all the tricks have been calculated, until today, he is only a boy in his twenties.

In his twenties, what a good age, when he was young, dressed in fresh clothes and angry with horses, traveling in rivers and lakes with wine, cutting peach blossoms with his sword.

But what about him?But he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the fickleness of the world, and lived in fear, like walking on thin ice.

Wise King, Idle King... It's just a joke.

"Second Highness!" Shen Qian hurriedly broke into Prince Xian's mansion, but saw Nan Wanqiao leaning against the window, looking up at the setting sun like blood.

"You're here." Nan Wanqiao's thoughts were interrupted, she turned her head to look at the sweaty person in front of the door, and burst out laughing.

Shen Qian was stunned.

On weekdays, the Second Highness always dressed very carefully, for fear that others would underestimate his identity, but today he was wearing a simple plain gown with black hair hanging down his waist.

"Your Highness... I'm here to take you away." Shen Qian said, trying to grab his sleeve, but the person in front of him raised his hand and avoided it.

"Second Highness?" He asked in surprise.

Nan Wanqiao shook her head, her eyes were bloodshot, and she said wearily, "Forget it, there's no need for that."

As if he had caught Nan Wanqiao's lack of desire for survival, he said in a panic, "Your Highness, you go with the minister first, so that the green hills will be safe and firewood will be left behind, then" Is it possible? Nan Wanqiao suddenly interrupted him and said, "Do you think it's possible to make a comeback?" "

There are always some confusing and beautiful stories telling people that as long as they are alive, they still have a chance.

But he, Nan Wanqiao, didn't believe it.

If there are so many opportunities in this world, how can there be so many lost people?

It's just fate.

He just felt so tired after living for so long, killing so many people, and weaving so many lies... so tired.

Probably such an abominable person like him is not worthy of having good fruits.

"Your Highness! So what if you can't make a comeback? I can take you anywhere, rivers, lakes, green waters and green mountains, the world is so big, I can protect you for the rest of your life." Shen Qian became more and more excited as he spoke, and went forward. He pressed the second prince's shoulders.

"Enough!" Nan Wanqiao broke free and kicked him to the ground.

"What? Seeing that my situation is gone now, do you want to disobey me?" Nan Wanqiao couldn't help but feel sore when she saw the person who hurriedly stood up and knelt in front of her.

In fact, after all these years, he still has someone who hurts him.

But he seemed to push that person further and further away with his own hands.He didn't realize it at first, but he just tried his best to make Shen Qian gain the trust of the prince.

Until not long ago, he was walking in the small woods on the north slope, with the bright moon hanging in the sky, he was shivering in the forest alone in thin clothes.

Only then did he realize that no one in this world would hand him a cloak again, urge him to go home at dusk, and find him when he was lost.

"Shen Qian, this is my last order to you."

"You go, I don't want to see you again, not now, nor after death." Nan Wanqiao turned her head away after all, and didn't even give him a look.

He hoped that he would go as far as possible, or go to serve his elder brother Prince, in short, forget about him.

Shen Qian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Prince, Second Highness, Master, or Wan Qiao... There are too many names, and he doesn't know how to call him properly.

"Treasure." After being silent for a long time, Shen Qian said hoarsely, and turned out of the palace of Xian Wang.

He knew Nan Wanqiao's almost paranoid desire for power, and also knew that death should be the best relief for his painful life.

He was never willing to be the second prince who was inconspicuous under the glory of the prince.

He tried his best to be seen all his life, even if it would end in defeat.

Even though he knows that he is fighting against the strength of fate with his own humbleness and powerlessness, he still has to make a final fight before losing to fate, just to gain a little useless decency for himself.

This is Nan Wanqiao.

In fact, his Second Highness was very kind. He dismissed all the resources of the palace, dismissed the secret guards and servants, and left him the last way of life.

It's just that he, Nan Wanqiao, has long since ceased to be him.

He had never really lived happily for himself in his life.

Shen Qian squeezed the sword in his hand, kowtowed three times at the gate of Xian Wang's mansion, and walked away unwillingly.

He couldn't disobey his orders after all.

After all, she didn't dare to go forward and hug him.

"Who wants to throw away idle time for a long time? When spring comes, the melancholy is still there." This is Nan Wanqiao's favorite poem.

As he chanted softly, blood was already overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The wine glass fell on the ground and rolled a foot away. The second prince who always looked so thin and on the verge of falling could not stand still and fell down. "I'm sorry, ahem, I, after all... lost myself."

Chong'anmen, the new emperor ascends the throne, all people celebrate together, and amnesty the world.

The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the bleakness and sadness of Prince Xian's mansion. The second prince dressed in white frowned and fell into a deep sleep forever.

The huge Xianwang Mansion is magnificent and luxurious, making every common people standing in front of the gate lament the luxury and happiness of princes and nobles.

In the end, he didn't even have anyone to collect his body, so he really became the lonely family he pursued, which is extremely absurd.

Like his ridiculous life.

"My lord, my lord! This assassin seems to be dying." In Liuzhou's execution room, Shen Qian looked up at the dark roof, and outside the small broken window, the moonlight gently poured in and landed on him.

"Go and call the doctor! Hurry up!" The noisy voice came to my ears, the buzzing was very disturbing, Shen Qian frowned, feeling the temperature gradually cooling down.

Bloody, dark, cruel, torture, killing... Maybe this is the life he should have faced.

He is a hidden guard, but he has been thinking about that light all the time.

The light that he chased all his life, but couldn't catch it in time.

"Second Highness, my minister... came to see you."

The person who assassinated Emperor Danan died, and everyone tried to evade who to report to His Majesty, but no one saw the faint smile on Master Shen's mouth. How many innocent people he killed in his life, he can't remember. He and his Second Highness are both people living in hell after all.

It's just that he doesn't know what kind of situation it will be when he sees him again in hell, and whether he will have the courage to tell his little master that he seems to... fall in love with him.