My nemesis ascended the throne

Han Xiao saw their Majesty complete what might take him a lifetime to complete in four and a half years, and then began to arrange his own affairs in an orderly manner.

It's as if everything is under control.

Maybe it all started earlier than he imagined, as early as when the little prince had an accident and Liang Yingguan carried the little prince and placed him among the people.

The emperor was seriously injured on the southwestern battlefield, and his old illness relapsed on the return journey. He coughed up blood all night, and a dozen imperial doctors took medicine and stayed there for several days before he regained consciousness.Han Xiao didn't understand why the emperor was so anxious at first, but later he realized that all of this was just for the person who was far away in Yicheng.

Later, Prince Yun was taken back to the palace.The little prince was raised by the Lin family in Yicheng. He was already ten years old when he returned to the palace. He looked like his mother, but his expression and attitude were exactly the same as when His Majesty was young.

His Majesty was very ill during those days. Although he was sober and recuperated for a period of time, he didn't cough up much blood, but the knife wound on his back often recurred. The knife wound was deep enough to see the bone. If it wasn't for Han Xiao, he would have chopped him up with a knife It is impossible to be in two halves.Although His Majesty has been on the battlefield for a long time, this time the injury was the heaviest.Although the palace kept its mouth shut, some gossip leaked out of the market.

The little prince was still young, but he was a child of the Rong family. Instead of kneeling and crying, he walked up to him and asked him, General Han, what do I need to do.

Han Xiao will never forget that day, the firm eyes of that ten-year-old child.

Although the Lin family pampered him, they did not raise him into a ignorant dude.

Later, the emperor's injury gradually improved, and he began to support the prince's power in the court. Later, the mausoleum, which had been suspended for a long time, began to be rebuilt.

That day the emperor just stood in front of his mausoleum for a long time.Watching the people under the underground palace busy, coloring each brick.

like a silent farewell

The huge underground palace is still under construction, and there are noisy voices.

The cold wind blew past the five-clawed golden dragon on his clothes, as if he was looking at his solemn burial after death.

Han Xiao heard the emperor pointing to the dark underground palace, and said lightly, "Does this palace look like this mausoleum?"

Han Xiao's heart twitched violently.

The emperor laughed, "I was in the tomb when I was alive, and when I died, I was still in the dark underground."

"His Majesty……"

Han Xiao wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the emperor.

"It's okay."

The emperor waved his hands, and the lonely moonlight fell on the young emperor, making his figure look lonely and solemn.

"Tell me, what is he doing now?" When that person was mentioned, the vigor of his body quietly decreased a little.

Han Xiao stood behind him, his drooping eyelashes concealing the surging emotions in his eyes.

In September, the emperor Tuogu.

He looked dignified, tall and tall in front of the case, and he didn't look seriously ill like the previous emperors, but at that time, everyone except Han Xiao thought it was just a flashback.

Han Xiao, Liang Yingguan, Xie Jin, Pei Yu, and several great scholars from the former dynasty.

Han Xiao and others knelt down together with several great scholars.

The emperor handed over a piece of prosperous land, together with the ten-year-old prince, to them.

Then a few days later, the emperor died of illness.

On the day the emperor died of illness, there were only a few eunuchs who served him personally, and two imperial doctors from the imperial hospital.

Before His Majesty left, he burned the daily life note, and the two imperial physicians hanged themselves at home within two days.

Han Xiao quietly watched Da Wei raise the white banner up and down, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

When the little prince ascended the throne, Han Xiao half-knelt down to help the little prince sort out his hair and the beads on his forehead. The child was not very old, and was covered with heavy ornaments, his brows were wrinkled. Unhappily tugging at his sleeves.

When Han Xiao stood up, the little prince tilted his head and suddenly asked him, "Is the father really gone?"

Han Xiao was slightly taken aback, but did not answer.

The little prince suddenly raised his lips and smiled.

There is no more redundant words, everything is silent.

A long, long time ago, Han Xiao followed his father to Prince Rong's mansion, and he didn't see a sickly Prince Rong, only a young man as handsome as a banished fairy, with spotless clothes.

Jinghong ruined his life with one glance.

At some point, the young man in white in his memory turned into a bloodthirsty Shura on the battlefield, and later stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood to reach the top of ten thousand people.He just watched all the way, watching him lose everything and gain everything, and finally give up everything for one person.

At the end, the drama is over.

Han Xiao clenched the sword in his hand. It was the sword that His Majesty never left. After His Majesty left, he hung it on his waist every day.

That was probably the only thing he had that belonged to him.

The oath he made in the past was to guard this peaceful and prosperous world for him, but now, he was about to fulfill his promise.

Throughout his life, Han Xiao never took off the sword from his waist, nor did he marry a wife.

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Xie An fell into the snow.The legs were quickly buried in the freezing snow.

The eyelashes trembled, and the shadow of a person was finally clearly reflected in the fundus of the eyes.

The man walked closer and closer to him, squatted down, and picked him up from the snow by the waist, and a slight sigh came from his ear, "How old are you, you don't want legs anymore?"

Xie An looked dazed, and didn't dare to move, as if what he saw was a hallucination, he didn't make a sound, but put his arms around his neck, feeling the steady breathing under the man's chest.

The arms around him tightened.

My shoulder hurts.

Rong Jing never pushed away the man who was acting wild on him, but just stretched out his hand and poked his forehead, "Such a big man still bites like a puppy."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders were wet, and something fell down, which made his heart ache.

Those were Xie An's tears.

He thought about seeing him many times, maybe he still looked cold and cold, maybe he was lukewarm, but he never thought that it would be like this, he bit a piece of meat on his shoulder, and tears fell one by one After coming down, at that moment, Rong Jing actually had the illusion that he was not really alive in the past few decades.

Snowflakes fell, and the hair between the two people's eyebrows was white.

Rong Jing whispered, "I'm homeless now, with nowhere to go, will you keep me?"

His voice suppressed many emotions, Xie An could hear it.

After waiting for a long time, Rong Jing heard a good word.

So he returned to the world from hell, with snow falling all over his body, but his eyes were as warm as spring.