The enemy has a crush on me

He asked: "Song Qingze, am I a bad emperor?"

Qing Ze said: "You are not suitable to be an emperor."

Yin Luo stopped talking.

Qing Ze was telling the truth, but he didn't tell Yin Luo: Too many people spend their whole lives doing things they are not suitable for.

Because it is not suitable, even if you work hard enough and persist enough, you will not be able to wait for a person to tell him: You have always done a good job.

They persisted for so long, and one day they were exhausted and destroyed themselves.

He had seen so many people like this that he lost even the last trace of mercy.

—even to himself.

Qing Ze said again: "I heard that you were originally the least likely prince to ascend the throne."

Yin Luo said: "As the rumors say."

Qing Ze said rather sarcastically: "Then you really broke your way through all obstacles."

Is there any king who does not sit on the throne on top of the pile of bones, and talk about a prince who is born with ominous.

Yin Luo understood his sarcasm, but remained silent.

Qing Ze didn't continue, but calmed down instead.

The moon hangs round on the window coffin.

After a while, Qingze hummed a little tune, which had the same distant and melodious feeling as the one he hummed before, but without the breath of the mountain breeze, it was more like an empty echo.After humming, he said, "Yin Luo, I shouldn't lose my temper with you during the day."

This was the first time he apologized to someone in tens of thousands of years, but he didn't hear back.

He added, "Well, let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time there was a man," he said, "Once upon a time there was a man."

"When he was born, he sang songs for three days and three nights before he opened his eyes."

"He sang the mountain wind, the sea, the flowers, the trees, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the beasts, everything he perceived in the dark, and the world he saw at first sight in his expectation."

"Three days later, he opened his eyes and found himself on a rock reaching the dome, with nothing in front of him."

"That's his initial understanding of survival."

"Later, he pierced another person's stomach with his hands, and saw the blood flowing down. It was more beautiful than the flowers and colors of the mountains he had seen before. It was the most vivid scene he had ever seen."

"That was his initial understanding of death."

"Short life and long death.—that was his complete perception of life."

"Yin Luo, what is your understanding of life?"

Qing Ze turned his ear away, but didn't hear the reply, and turned his gaze back, only to see the man staring at him silently with eyes as black as the night.

Qing Ze said again: "This story is too boring. I'll change it."

"Another person."

"This is a man who likes to hear stories. One day, he met another person."

"He always misses that person when he doesn't see him, and feels nervous and afraid when he sees that person. In the end, he forgot even his fear, and only one sentence remains that he must say even if he travels thousands of miles."

"That was his initial understanding of love."

"Later he remembered that it was the person he wanted to kill the most, and the person who looked down on him the most. That person seriously injured him, but before he had time to retaliate, that person was killed by someone else."

"That was his initial perception of hate."

"Yin Luo, what is your understanding of love and hate?"

Seeing that Yin Luo didn't answer, he grabbed Yin Luo's wrist and asked, "Yin Luo, what is your understanding of life and death? What is your understanding of love and hate?"

Yin Luo looked at his expression and understood whose story this was telling.

This person often looks harmless to humans and animals, innocent and enthusiastic, sincere and sincere for a second, and is cold-eyed, mean-spirited, and willful in the next second. But for the first time, he told himself the auspicious moments in the memories that made him fall into contemplation countless times. .

He was born with a pair of narrow and slanted eyes, inner double eyelids, a pair of blue eyes like glass beads, a long face with thin lips, and a face as smooth as cold jade. He looked only in his early twenties, with a few traces scattered on his forehead. Thin and slightly curly hair, a young and handsome appearance.

Yin Luo was flustered by his beautiful eyes, looked away and said, "...I don't know."

After hearing his answer, Qing Ze blinked and stood up from the side of the bed.He distanced himself from Yin Luo, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and then turned his head to look at Yin Luo. He couldn't believe that he lost his composure just now, and finally showed some embarrassment.

He said: "There seems to be some noise outside, you rest first, I will go out for a while."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out as if fleeing.

Yin Luo watched him leave, and after a while, knowing that he would not come back for the time being, he blew out the candle.

After the candle was extinguished, Yin Luo quietly watched the last wisp of candle smoke disappear, and sat alone in the darkness.

What is his perception of life and death, what is his perception of love and hate.

No one had ever asked him such a question, and he had never thought about it.

He is the least likely prince to ascend the throne, and he is also a demonized emperor after ascending the throne.

His understanding of the prosperity of the country, the peace of the people, and the peace of the prosperous age all came from the mirage instilled in him by the late emperor when he was young, and that mirage was originally deliberately tricked by the late emperor.

The late emperor never told Yin Luo how to be a good emperor since he was a child, because the late emperor never intended for him to inherit the throne.

There were more than a dozen princes and daughters under the former emperor's knees, but only Yin Luo was born with an ominous omen, which shocked the government and the public and was quite neglected.Everyone said that he shouldn't have been born, only the first emperor saw his talent and trained him secretly.The other princes learned how to govern the country, manage the family, write poems and etiquette, and learn how to be a monarch.Only he has never been to school, all he has learned is swords, guns and sticks, and going to battle to kill the enemy.

He is the only one in the world who believes that he is not exiled, but the high hopes placed by the former emperor.

When he was young, he received some inhuman training under the arrangement of the first emperor, and almost died in it several times. Every time he came out of a narrow escape, the first emperor would condescend and take out a towel to wipe his face, like an ordinary father The general smiled and praised him for his good work, and described the important responsibilities of his family and country to him.

Perhaps he will eventually die on a certain battlefield, with Xuanyong's supreme glory, to pay off his merits and wash away the ominousness brought about by his birth. The late emperor will pay homage to him like a brave prince, and Will weep for him like a real father.All the merits and demerits, fear and infamy will be covered up with his death.

The ambitious Prince Wu who died in battle and the weak and incompetent former emperor will all become past with the once decadent Xuan Yong.

When the next new emperor comes to the throne, he will be the prosperous and benevolent monarch who is destined for a hundred years, a good omen for a hundred years, and truly long-term peace and stability.

After several years of conquests, he unexpectedly crawled back from the hell of bloody oars, swords and swords, and a near-death experience. What awaited him was still a clean and gentle white towel.

He had made outstanding achievements at that time, and the people of Xuanyong were forced by his prestige on the battlefield and his decisive personality in the rumors, and they no longer dared to discuss those rumors in public.Standing in the inner hall, the first emperor finally smiled and walked down the steps after listening to him wearing armor and kneeling on one knee to report the results of the latest battle.Neishi brought up a plate with a towel on it.His father helped him up with both hands, with tears in his eyes that finally regained his homeland, he said three good days repeatedly.

After he finished speaking, he wiped his sweat with the towel.

Then his father hurried back to his seat, seemed very happy, and said, "Prince Yin Luo, you will receive the award!"

He knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to receive the reward, but he didn't hear a sound for a long time.

In the next second, he felt dozens of sword blades resting on his neck.

He raised his head and saw dozens of hidden guards.

They are the eternal loyal fighters of the late emperor.

His father stood a few meters away, his smile had faded, and while killing him, he told him that he was his proudest child with a sword around his neck.

——Yin Luowuer, you have completed his mission, and it is time to retire.

A weapon is only a weapon if it can be used by people. If it cannot be controlled, it is scrap iron.

No one blessed his birth, no one cared about his existence.It was the first emperor who gave him the meaning of salvation and survival, and let him live for regaining his homeland and for Xuanyong, so he stole this life.

Looking back on his life, he felt that if the late emperor was willing to give him more time, he would have won more victories and come back, but even if this life stops at this point, he has done his best and has a clear conscience.

He closed his eyes, ready to retire and face death.

Ah, this is his life.

Facing the empty room, Yin Luo said, "One day, when I was about to meet my predetermined death, I heard a voice in my ear, telling me not to die."

"That was my initial understanding of life."

Later, he became the new emperor Xuanyong, and he tried his best to be a good emperor, and regarded Xuanyong as his life, but he could no longer be a good son in the eyes of the first emperor.

In fact, no one said anything to stop him that day. It was he himself who resisted the late emperor for the first time and turned the prophecy about his rebellion into a real fact.

But Yin Luo heard it clearly, there was a voice that was confused and confused, as if he had drunk a piece of wine.

You don't want to die.

You are so powerful, you will never die.

When you come back alive, I will drink dragon saliva with you.

Did you see that cave, that's the cave.

That's right, that's the blocked one, that's where I live.

I still have many, many stories that I have heard. If you come back, I will tell you slowly.

……

He didn't know the person who said this, but if that person really existed, he didn't want that person to fail to wait for the other person to come back.

He once heard a general who died in battle say that everyone was born in this world for a reason.

If he wasn't expected to come to this world as an excellent prince.

If he is just one of the shortest-lived races in the Three Realms.

If there shouldn't be more of his short life in the world.

Then for what reason and what kind of will did he have to be born in this world?

Whether he was born with all the ominousness and expectations, just because he remembered that there was a person who wished him to live from the bottom of his heart.

Whether he struggled harder than anyone else to come back from the corpse mountain and rotten water again and again, in order to keep the promise with that person.

If this is the case, then please give him a little more time to live in the world.

It doesn't matter if it's one more year, or one more month, or one more day.

Even if it has become a monster that looks like a human being but is not human.

Even if he lingers on his last breath, his face is beyond recognition.

Even if the short rest of his life is exhausted, only infamy is left.

Even myself is in a daze, forgetting why I have to live this short life with embarrassment.

If there is someone waiting for him, he wants to live.

This is his understanding of life.

This is his understanding of love and hate.