My nemesis ascended the throne

A restaurant opened opposite Boss Xie's restaurant, and it opened quietly because of the national funeral.

Later, the plaque in front of the restaurant was replaced by a letter written by the first emperor himself, with four big characters of "Fu Zhi Ke Lai" written on it. The brush strokes are powerful and upright, attracting many people to come to watch.

In Yicheng, a frontier fortress, there are not many rich and noble people. Some of them have seen the world, and some have collected the original works of the late emperor. A word-by-word comparison shows that they are really authentic works. Soon the restaurant will open and there will be many customers. Just looking at the scale of this restaurant, it was compared to the largest restaurant in Yicheng. The decoration style can be compared with the restaurant in the capital that only entertains dignitaries.Since the two largest imperial merchants in Yicheng were all exiled, some rumors came out, saying that the business of these two imperial merchants was taken into the arms of the owner of this restaurant, but few people knew whether it was a rumor or not.

The owner of the restaurant is surnamed Lin, and his name is Lin Hai. He is from the Lin family in Yicheng. He opened this restaurant by order of the emperor.The ten-year-old little emperor grew up in the Lin family, so he naturally believed in the Lin family. He only said that there was one person in Yicheng who needed the Lin family's care, and the Lin family knew who the caretaker was.Lin Hai is not an official like the rest of the Lin family. After the two royal merchants were exiled, all the business in Yicheng fell into the Lin family's pocket.

Lin Hai always smiles when he meets everyone. He is smooth and well-mannered, so it's hard to be annoying.As for where the handwriting of the first emperor in his restaurant came from, it is also an interesting story.

Lin Hai, a merchant, has never met the late emperor. It should be said that the only people in the Lin family who have seen the late emperor are Lin Wei, the elder brother who raised the little emperor, and the housekeeper next to the little emperor. When the emperor went to the capital, no one knew what the late emperor looked like.That day when his restaurant was newly opened, he saw Mr. Xie, a bachelor who was already well-known in Yicheng, strolling over with two jars of wine, followed by a master. , although she was dressed in civilian clothes, it was still difficult to conceal her cold and solemn aura. She looked like a person who had been in a high position all year round, and was out of tune with this hustle and bustle of the market.

"Does your restaurant have any good wine and food?" Lin Hai nodded with a smile, and looked up and down Mr. Xie quietly. He didn't know what his relationship with the royal family was, and he could be taken care of by the little emperor. Then he felt a chill on his back, Looking up again, the cold eyes disappeared, Lin Hai wiped the sweat from his forehead, and somehow he offended that master.

Mr. Xie ordered a lot of dishes, but he didn't bring enough money. After asking the bill, he touched his pocket. It turned out that he was short of money. Naturally, Lin Hai didn't care about these, but he wished that this person would come here every day for free.

But first, he saw Mr. Xie reaching out his hand to touch that master's body up and down, and finally he was shocked, "You didn't bring money when you went out?"

The old man also had some embarrassment on his rare face. He glared at him and didn't speak.

Then Mr. Xie grabbed the old man's sleeve and whispered to his ear. He didn't know what he said. The old man's expression changed instantly, "You treat me as my name..."

Mr. Xie immediately covered his mouth with his hands, and smiled at Lin Hai, "Boss Lin, I have an authentic painting by the late emperor in my house, which can be used to pay for meals. This account is on credit first, how about sending it to you tomorrow?"

Lin Hai clearly felt that the face of the grandfather next to Mr. Xie turned green, "An authentic painting by the late emperor...you use it to pay for the meal?!"

Lin Hai just listened to Mr. Xie telling a joke.The original works of the first emperor are all in the palace, and there are many left outside. Each piece is priceless, no matter what, it will not be reduced to the price of a meal.Anyone willing?What a joke in the world.

He agreed with a smile on his face, and it was considered as a step down for Mr. Xie, but he didn't expect that he really received a letter the next day, with four big characters "Fu Zhi Ke Lai" written on it. The extremely low-quality tissue paper was crumpled and folded casually, and delivered to the waiter in the restaurant.Lin Hai has studied the late emperor's handwriting quite well, and when he opened it, he knew it was genuine, but it was obvious that the ink was about to dry, and of course it could not be ruled out that it was damp.Since it is the original work of the late emperor, he should be extremely cautious. Lin Hai asked many calligraphers in the city to distinguish it, and concluded that it was the original work of the late emperor. Only then did he believe it, so he respectfully mounted it and hung it in his restaurant.

But what puzzled Lin Hai was the poor quality paper and the unbelievable four characters.Throughout the handwriting handed down by the late emperor, all of them are related to the people's livelihood, or majestic poems. I have never seen the late emperor write such tacky four characters.

Lin Hai wanted to scratch his head, but he didn't understand under what circumstances the late emperor wrote these four words, and how they fell into the hands of Mr. Xie, and they were paid for a meal.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a waste of money.

But it is an indisputable fact that his restaurant is making a lot of money every day because of this plaque. Boss Lin smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, so he sent a little heartfelt favor to the small restaurant opposite.

Xie An and Boss Xie stared at the dozens of boxes of priceless gold, silver and jewelry in front of them and looked at each other in blank dismay.The boy who delivered it said with a serious look, "Our Boss Lin said that the late emperor's handwriting is not only worth the price of a meal, this is the difference he made up for."

Rong Ning stood aside, subtly curling the corners of his lips.It seems that there are still people who know the goods in this city.

The boys put down the boxes and left.

Xie An was blinded by the night pearl in the box. Boss Xie has never seen so many treasures in his life for so many years, but although Boss Xie is greedy for money, he has a good way to get it. "Xiao Xie, you hid such a treasure and sold it for so much money quietly, and you have saved enough money to marry a wife, why don't uncle introduce you to..."

Boss Xie didn't finish his sentence when he heard a sharp cough from behind him, and then he saw the grandfather whom he met a few years ago and who had been staying down for some reason in recent days was coughing heart-rendingly.

Xie An trotted after him nervously, "Is the old disease recurring?"

While patting his back for him, Rong Quan had a pale face, seeing that Boss Xie had obviously forgotten what he was going to say just now, he was relieved to see that Boss Xie was interrupted by this interruption, but he couldn't see it on his face.

Seeing that he was fine, Xie An couldn't help tugging at his sleeve, "Hey..."

"Do you want to write more in the future?"

Rong Nan's face darkened, "Don't even think about it!"

Xie An pouted, "It's fine if you don't write it."

Rong Jing glanced at him, and finally said helplessly, "This is the last time."

Seeing that Xie An didn't seem to listen to what he said, he emphasized it again,

"This is really the last time."

At that time, Rong Jing who said this didn't know that the last time he was in front of Xie An, he always retreated again and again until there was no bottom line.

******Dividing line******

There is a lamp in front of the case, and there are pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the case.

"Write."

Xie An handed over the pen.

Rong Nan's face was heavy, he took the pen, and when the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, he put the pen aside and flicked his sleeve.

Xie An glared at him.

Rong Quan frowned fiercely, and finally picked up the pen helplessly, "What do you write?"

Xie An thought for a while, then rolled his eyes, "How about just writing a blessing to a dear guest?"

The veins on the back of Rong Quan's hands twitched violently, "What are you writing?"

"What's the matter? There's nothing I can't write here. It was originally for Boss Lin's restaurant."

Rong Jing didn't want to explain this to someone who was not good at learning, so he finally gritted his teeth and said, "It's just this time, don't make another example."

Xie An nodded with a smile.

His Majesty, the former emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, did not expect that one day he would sell calligraphy for a living to pay for food.

It's just that when the eyes fell on the jade-like cheek under the candlelight, the bottom of my heart suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a gentle tide.What else can I do.

Has anyone ever been to their own cemetery?

Let's go.

He stood in front of the cold underground palace, only watching the damp and darkness in the underground palace overflowing to his toes.The palace full of flowers is a tomb of the living dead, who passed from one tomb to another whether he lived or died.

Many years ago, when he was sickly lying on the bed, he still remembers the soft temperature on the lips of that unknown boy feeding him medicine.

They are no longer young.

The gray hair on his temples has been growing for ten years, and he has also been crushed to pieces by the world.

Only when he left that position did he realize that this world is not only one tomb and another, but also light.

There is no one in this world who can see things like power better than Rong Ning. He was born in the center of the vortex. Some people with power have become evil spirits, and some have become targets.Once you have tasted the taste of power, you will feel that it is nothing more than that.

People's desires are hard to fill, but Rong Ren is always sober and frightening.

He looked at Xie An quietly, with tenderness and creepy stubbornness hidden in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to remove his headband, and his black hair fell down.When those eyes looked over angrily, he sealed them with a kiss, the hair was entangled, and breaths were heard. Gradually, the hands that struggled at the beginning wrapped around him with their backs, and the kiss became more and more intense.That was the first time Xie An took the initiative to kiss him, and the corners of his brows and eyes were all seductive.

When Rong Yin entered him, Xie An just looked straight into his eyes, as if he had fallen into a boundless dream of the past.

Shen Bi has always been like him.

It has always been him.

The tears in the eyes fell gently, and there was a very low and suppressed voice in the ear, "Does it hurt?"

The tip of his tongue licked away the tears from the corners of his red eyes, and he put his hands around his slender and limp waist. After so many years, his lips were still the color of peach butter suitable for kissing, so he entangled in kissing again go up.

Breathing gradually dense.

Afterwards, the kiss gradually descended, from the jade-like neck to the chest, and finally landed on the waist.

"Rong Ren, can I trust you again?"

Rong Quan's heart trembled slightly, and he held Xie An's hand tightly.

"Trust me again."

Then he heard him say "OK."

At that moment, Rong Dan thought, this is what it was like for the emperors in ancient times not to go to court.

If he is still in power, Xie An must be a demon concubine who will bring disaster to the country, how can he bear it.So he is just an ordinary person now.

They were very close, their breath and hair were entangled together, and they would be entangled for a lifetime in the future.

There are only candlelight and moon shadows in front of the window, and a corner of the paper with the words "Fu Zhi Ke Lai" written in front of the desk is curled up by the breeze.