Only my golden finger has bugs in the world

In the 25th year of Qiyuan, Emperor Yao passed away, and the whole country was completely untouched. White lanterns and white strips were hung up in the Yan Dynasty to express condolences.After the funeral, several ministers announced that Prince Qi Chenyu would become the new emperor with the decree prepared by Emperor Yao.The battle for the heir apparent? The dust has settled.

Qi Chenyu didn't encounter too many obstacles in ascending to the throne. As the crown prince, he succeeded to the throne justifiably. Before he ascended to the throne, he took over all the power of the late emperor, and most of the obstacles had been cleared away by him in the past six months.

In November of the same year, the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and the enthronement ceremony was being prepared in an orderly manner. Eunuchs and court ladies came in and out, moving around the figure in the bright yellow dragon robe.

Bottom line, all civil and military officials are wearing red official uniforms, prostrating on the ground, today the new emperor ascends the throne, the whole world celebrates, red represents joy, represents the future...

This is called the first year of Taichu, when Duanwu Emperor Qi Chenyu ascended the throne, changed the year name to Taichu, and amnesty the world at the same time.

Wearing a domineering and luxurious bright yellow dragon robe, Qi Chenyu stepped onto the dragon chair he had dreamed of step by step.He sits high and high on the dragon chair, like a god above ten thousand people, looking down on the world and looking down on all living beings!

It's just that on such a happy day, Qi Chenyu's expression was dull, his face was cold, his perfect eyebrows matched his heroic spirit, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was expressionless, and there was a sense of depression all over his body.

Seeing this, the civil and military officials thought that Qi Chenyu was sad for the former emperor's departure, and lamented that the new emperor was extremely filial.

With the letter sent to him by the secret guard in the morning in his arms, Qi Chenyu still didn't know what expression and mood he should use to face this matter, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, it was empty, and all his feelings were empty. It became dull, and it took a while to feel some pain in the heart, which slowly spread, and the dull pain gradually turned into a heart-piercing pain.

At the enthronement ceremony, he walked like a wooden man who had been arranged. It seemed that it took a long time before he vaguely remembered, oh, today is his enthronement ceremony. He is Emperor Duanwu. He has planned for so many years, and finally He got this position, but why didn't he feel happy at all.

After assuming the throne, the thing he wanted the most was gone, and there was only one sudden bad news left, and none of his loved ones could be kept. In the end, he was left sitting on the throne alone, alone.

Young love is thin and simple, but the person he loves is so beautiful and kind, who died when he loved him the most, has long since become a cinnabar mole deep in his heart, and has become the white moonlight in front of the window that cannot be reached.

He suddenly remembered that, in fact, he had met Si Yan once ten years ago.On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and a banquet was held in the palace for the high school students.The little boy who was bullied by his elder brother with bruises all over his body was full of arrogance, but he bumped into the number one scholar who was destined to be famous all over the world, and since then he has the only tenderness in his life.

He put that person in his heart, but when they met again, that person had forgotten himself and regarded himself as a stranger. He was still as perfect as in his memory, Lang Yan was unique, unique in the world, but already Can't remember the teenager who ever helped.He was jealous of the tenderness and protection that Si Yan gave to his thirteenth brother, because that was what he longed for and couldn't ask for more.

His alienation and superficial disgust and indifference are all just wanting to get that person's gaze.But all these disguises were defeated by the man's weakening body, and the fear of losing him was growing day by day. He did not hesitate to pay a great price to find Jiang Yushu for his treatment.For half a year, he suppressed the lovesickness in his heart, thinking that as long as he sat in that position, he would be able to express all the love in his heart, but in the end he found that all this was just a fantasy, it hadn't started yet, it had already ended.

For many years after that, Qi Chenyu often dreamed that in the bamboo grove, there was an ancient book of tea, a man who was so thin that he could be called weak, with clear eyebrows and eyes, dressed in plain white clothes, his face and lips were exactly the same pale, and his appearance was as beautiful as a fairy. Out of this world peerless, but I do not know what to think of, and smiled impressively.The lethality of a good-looking person's smile is terrifying, and once a perennially cold and good-looking person smiles, the lethality increases exponentially.That smile is like the snow melting in Kunshan, and the ten miles of spring breeze.

However, this amazing smile became his last memory of Si Yan.After tossing and turning at night, I will never forget it.

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Mu Shaoai died in the first winter snow in the first year of Taichu.

Frost and snow fly, melt and wither, leaving no trace.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining, and the tea smoke was curling up in the study. Si Yan stroked the scroll with his right hand, raised his index finger slightly, frowning or meditating from time to time.The afternoon sun slanted into the pillow lattice window and shone on his side face, making his face more and more unreal.

He coughed weakly, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the handkerchief in his arms, his fingers trembling so badly that he almost couldn't grasp the handkerchief that weighed almost nothing.

Standing outside the study, Zishu tilted his head in doubt, "Why is it suddenly snowing outside?"

After a while, he said again.

"Add more charcoal basins, it's snowing." The son is so weak, he must feel cold when it snows.

It's a pity that the people in the room are withering little by little, the body lying on the desk has gradually become cold, without breathing, they left quietly, and the quiet face seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Mu Wanyin always remembers the last words her father taught her, "Wanyin, don't worry, do whatever you want."

Her father was already very sick at that time, but he was always calm and indifferent, no matter how sick he was, he would not reveal his fragility easily, making her feel that his father was still the strong and gentle father, who was still behind her to protect her shield.

From Gu Meng's mouth, she heard a dynasty completely different from the Yan Dynasty, where people were equal and free, with their own pride and strength.She envied the place where Gu Meng used to live. She wanted to deviate from the tradition and set up a coeducational college, so that all children who were eager to learn in the folk could have a school to attend.

Her father entrusted Xunyang Academy, the four major academies of the Yan Dynasty, to her to transform it into the academy she wanted, and entrusted her with all the properties of the Mu family to realize her whimsical vision.

What is she capable of, she can get her father's unconditional trust and support, even she is not his father's biological daughter at all.

16 years ago, the wife of an aristocratic family in the capital, once her husband's family was convicted and confiscated, her husband divorced her and saved her. She had no choice but to seek refuge with her husband's friend who lived in the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, she was pregnant.Unexpectedly, she died of dystocia and hemorrhage when giving birth to her, and Mu Shaoai, son of the Mu family, raised this posthumous child for his dead friend, concealed her identity as the daughter of a criminal minister, and raised her as his own daughter.

It turned out that this was why the mansion did not allow talking about the truth about Mu Wanyin's mother, because she was the daughter of a guilty minister, and if her identity was leaked, she would be in danger of death.But after Si Yan died, he still told Mu Wanyin the truth.

In the cold wind outside the window, snow fell lightly from the sky. A snowflake quietly passed through the window and landed on the hair of Mu Wanyin standing in front of the window. It slowly melted. She thought wistfully that the last relative had also left , and now she too is alone.

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Jiang Yushu no longer remembers how he stole Si Yan's body from the Mu Mansion and brought it back to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors. He just stubbornly believed that Si Yan had never died. Until now, three years later, he still thinks so. Jiang Yushu is the most powerful genius doctor in the world, he can save human flesh and bones, and in time he will definitely be able to save Si Yan.

Jiang Yushu stood quietly by the cold pool in the Valley of Miraculous Doctors. In the center of the pool grew a nine-heart crabapple, and in the center of the pool stood this ice coffin.

It was very cold inside this cold pool. The walls and rocks of the cave were made of ice transported from afar, which would not melt for a thousand years.

It is also for this reason that Duanwu Emperor Qi Chenyu, who originally planned to use force to attack the Valley of Divine Doctors no matter what the cost, gave up his decision to attack the Valley of Divine Doctors and used manpower to find people who can save the dead. The magic medicine.Jiang Yushu also acquiesced that every year on Si Yan's sacrifice day, Qi Chenyu could go into the valley to visit Si Yan, almost every year he would squeeze out a day from his busy government affairs, and just stand by the ice coffin for a whole day.

Jiang Yushu leaned on the ice coffin, stroking the jade-like skin of the person in the coffin with his hands through the ice coffin, staring obsessively at his extremely beautiful face as cold as frost and snow.

"Shaoai, just wait a little longer. When this nine-heart crabapple matures, I will have Yaoyin to make a new medicine, and I will definitely be able to save you by then."