After I died, I soared

With the character of Lord Lonely Ye, it is absolutely impossible for him to say such lingering words, even in his sleep.Shen Jiming tried to pull out his wrist, but Xiling, uncharacteristically, did not let go, and it was still not what he wanted.Shen Jiming had no choice but to stand silently beside the bed, waiting endlessly.

Shen Jiming was affected by heart disease, and his emotions and behaviors sometimes went out of line. However, since the last time he made a big fuss in Mingyue Pavilion, Xi Ling stayed with him day and night, and his symptoms gradually eased. For example, he never saw Lue again. appear.After clearing his mind, his mind became more flexible than before. Shen Jiming pondered for a while, and vaguely understood something.

Why did Xiling ask such a question?

The Lord Silent Night has been celibate for thousands of years, and he has never heard of having a romantic relationship with others. From the perspective of the gods, the Lord Silent Night is reliable, high and high enough to surpass the existence of all things.No matter how handsome and beautiful this person is, it is difficult for people to get close to him. The so-called heights are too cold, and only one person, Ji Ye Shenjun, is enough in the nine heavens above ten thousand feet.In the past, when Shen Jiming was thinking wildly, he often thought that Xi Ling was a person who had tasted the loneliness that no one could touch. He really couldn't figure out what would happen to such a god-defying fairy who could be propped up with one hand when the sky fell. doom.He didn't believe that there was anything in this world that could hurt Xi Ling.

Now it seems that he is shallow.

Who said that being born with a divine body is ruthless?

It may be a lifetime of love for Xi Ling to cross.

Xiling doesn't understand love, and when she descends to the mortal world, she loses her armor as a god, leaving only a body of fresh blood and a heart full of emotions and desires.When Xi Ling descended to the mortal world, it was the time when the Hao Dynasty fell, and there were smoldering fires all over the country and abroad. In such a chaotic world, where can one find a mate.

Shen Jiming didn't do much research on poetry, although he had memorized a lot, and he could give a general idea of ​​the poet's feelings and will when composing poems, but these were all used by the tutors who were studying for examinations, and he himself had never tasted them carefully. .

It happened to be this sentence.

Why this sentence.

This was what Li Longcheng asked him. At that time, the two of them hadn't had any quarrel, and Li Longcheng's height had just reached his chest.He was still the little nineteen who was stationed on the frontier under the former emperor's throne, and nothing had happened yet.

The desert is extremely cold in winter, and it is New Year's Eve, and the north wind is blowing outside the door, whistling again and again.Shen Jiming had nothing to do, he just sat and played the piano to pass the time.He was not wearing cold armor, and his long, high-twist hair was loosely loose on weekdays, and his eyes were covered with light silk, which was far from the appearance that would make the enemy generals terrified.

He heard Li Longcheng's footsteps, turned his head and asked him why he wasn't asleep.

The young man Li Longcheng murmured that he wanted to keep the year old.

When Shen Jiming thought about his relatives, his heart ached, he put down the piano, and asked the boy to lie on his lap instead.Li Longcheng could smell the kumiss from the skirt of his clothes, and he knew that there were foreign people from abroad secretly bringing food to Shen Jiming.Although Shen Jiming fought against foreign enemies, he never made things difficult for the unarmed ordinary people, and occasionally sent a few lost cattle and sheep back.The local residents didn't dare to show it on their faces, but they loved the little prince of Haochao very much in their hearts, and they would always present some farm snacks during New Years and festivals.

Shen Jiming still remembered that he talked with Li Longcheng for a long time that night.

"Gayageum was taught to me by my concubine mother. When my concubine mother was young, there was a musician in the house from Gaya. She taught it to my concubine mother, and concubine mother passed it on to me. I taught you again. I thought You don't like it, I didn't expect to learn it well, people often tell me that your piano skills are already on par with mine."

"I don't like it... I don't hate it. It's just..."

"The gayageum is made like the zither, but it is different. People in the Central Plains listen to its tunes and find it fresh at first. After listening to it a lot, the zither sounds pleasant. If you don't like the gayageum, you can learn the zither instead."

The little head lying on Shen Jiming's lap shook: "I don't mean that... I just think that His Highness plays better, far better than the minister."

The two chatted for a long time.

"Your Highness, I just read poetry, and when I read the song of eternal regret, there is a sentence that I can't understand."

"tell me the story."

"Youyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream. What does this mean?"

Shen Jiming couldn't answer for a while, but fortunately Li Longcheng didn't intend to ask the bottom line.It's just that he always thinks of this sentence in his spare time, thinking secretly, if someone is really infatuated so much, why does that person haunt him so much that he refuses to even meet in a dream.

Now, Lord Silent Night asked the same question.

Xi Ling lost all her memories of the catastrophe, but she is still obsessed with it. There are mortals in the world who make Lord Ji Ye suffer from lovesickness.

Xi Ling said that as long as he survives the calamity of love, his lost cultivation base and memory can be restored to the original state.Does this mean that Xi Ling will finally see that person again?Whether it is a soul or a reincarnation, it just so happens that Pluto entrusts Xi Ling to find someone in the world. Is this an opportunity for the two to continue their relationship?

Well, his ignorant love for breaking sleeves was killed before he could show his head.

What are you thinking, Shen Jiming shakes off the thoughts that he shouldn't have, even if Xi Ling didn't have such a plot, she wouldn't be a broken sleeve.

Even if he is a broken sleeve, why should he fall in love with him?

The memories that seemed to be there drifted away from the fingertips without paying attention, Xi Ling let go of his hand, and a red mark was left on Shen Jiming's wrist.Shen Jiming came back to his senses, looked at the fingerprints on his wrist, feeling lost in his chest, he was afraid that Xi Ling would see him lose his composure, even though he had lost his composure too many times, he walked out of the room in a panic, and locked the door behind his back.

That's all, he patted his cheek to wake himself up, now there's no time to sadden him about these absurd things.He thought of all kinds of doubts in the underworld, he was very concerned about Yun Xiangrong's matter, and finally decided to investigate.He put a spell on the door of Xi Ling's room to ensure that he could feel enough when outsiders invaded.Following the route secretly recorded in his mind, he walked all the way to the archive room of the underworld, and sneaked in while no one was prepared.

Holding the candlestick in his hand, he looked carefully at the bookshelves layer by layer, on which there were records of the lives of all living beings from ancient times to the present.After finally turning to the Hao Dynasty, Shen Jiming decisively took out two of them, one was recorded by a human historian, and the other was recorded by the underworld.

Sure enough, the history books in the world didn't mention Yun Xiangrong a word, and all the meritorious deeds of victories were recorded on the head of the founding emperor Hao Gaozu. Shen Jiming's mind sank, and he squinted his eyes to read down.This official historian is not like an official historian, he made up the stories really well, he almost doubted whether what he heard and heard when he was a human being had any truth to speak of.

Hundreds of years before and after the Hao Dynasty, in the historian's pen, it is just a book of moderate thickness.There are countless similar books in the archive room. Suddenly, Shen Jiming became more and more pathetic. He lived for 28 years, and his life was full of ups and downs. , He thought that the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and that the living had no limit to the pain, and the only way to be relieved was to die.

And the memories he once regarded as the most painful are so small in these books that they are not worth mentioning.

"Emperor Haowu, Shen Hongyuan."

The name of the first emperor came into view, and Shen Jiming's heart was shocked, and the candlestick in his hand almost lit the pages of the book.He swallowed nervously, not daring to turn down.

As if being tempted again, Shen Jiming couldn't control his fingers, and finally turned over.

"Emperor Wu Shen Hongyuan, the ruler of Dahao's subjugation, reigned for 39 years."

Shen Jiming grasped the yellowed paper tightly, frowning his brows, looking at the words in disbelief, and for a moment suspected that he had misread it.

Is the king of subjugation the first emperor?What are you kidding?

The first emperor died long ago in March after Li Longcheng broke the city. His father and brothers were chained and pushed onto the guillotine one by one. indivual.Li Longcheng originally planned to hide it from him, but it is impossible for such a lively event to go unnoticed, Shen Jiming struggled desperately to go, the remnants of the Shen family on the stage died one after another, and the people applauded.Shen Jiming heard the screams and roars of his brothers collapsing from fear, and immediately passed out, unable to wake up after lying down for half a month.

When he woke up, there were not even bones left in the Shen family.

The first emperor died on the guillotine a long time ago, but later when Li Longcheng changed his mind when he was only one step away from the throne, he grabbed the red wide sleeves of the future empress, lifted the hijab, and pushed Shen Jiming on the throne instead. Daoist Li Longcheng knelt down on one knee to congratulate the new emperor on his enthronement.No matter how crazy Shen Jiming is, he will never remember this paragraph wrongly. Why did the title of king of subjugation fall on the head of the late emperor?Who is he then?The historian would never put his surname Shen in the regime established by Li Longcheng.

He took the next book and found Li Longcheng's name, and sure enough, he wasn't there.

He was not recorded by the official historians of the world?

Re-reading the life of the first emperor, he found that there were many children of the first emperor, and he read them one by one, starting with the emperor's son and ending at the end.

"The nineteenth son of the emperor, nameless, died early."

The last wick burned out, and the flame went out in vain.The thing in Shen Jiming's hand fell to the ground with a crackling noise, he squatted down to pick it up, and held it in his arms again.

Although Li Longcheng supported him to rise to the throne, the real power was naturally not in the hands of this blind and dumb trash emperor.He is only in charge of being a puppet sitting on the throne, and Li Longcheng still makes decisions on major and minor matters.It is self-evident that the official historian completely erased him from history.

The nineteenth son of the emperor, died early, the nineteenth son of the emperor, died early, the nineteenth son of the emperor, died early.

Presumably in Li Longcheng's opinion, his Nineteenth Highness died in his heart long ago.

The words of the head secretary of Jiantian Temple echoed in his ears, every word knocking on his heart.

"Does your Highness think that Li Longcheng is treasonous and I'm sorry for your life-saving grace? Does your highness know that His Highness Sixth Highness invited you to torture and kill prisoners for fun, and whose family are those prisoners?"

“Let me tell you, that family’s surname is Li.”

"General Li was really pitiful at the time. He risked his life to save people. Someone told him that there might be a glimmer of hope to ask His Highness the Nineteenth. Your Highness, guess what General Li saw when he arrived?"

"His Royal Highness is blind and accurate, with a perfect arrow technique, he hit the forehead of General Li's brother."