The emperor is as beautiful as jade

In the 12th year of the Dasheng Dynasty, the first emperor Gaozong died, and Xiao Zhiyi, the No. [-] emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty, inherited his father's throne, and was called Gu in the south.After offering sacrifices to Mount Tai and worshiping the ancestors, Xiao Zhiyi was named Zhaoxian, and he was known as Emperor Wenrui in history.

At this time, Emperor Wenrui Xiao Zhiyi was only fifteen years old, and there was no other concubine in the harem except Concubine Shu Yin and Jieyu Yan.

In the first year of Zhaoxian, it was just March in Yangchun, but the weather has already revived everything, and all birds have returned.On the stretching ancient road outside Dashengjing City, green grass is green, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Beside the ancient post pavilion, although it is already a beautiful spring scenery, there are not many tourists to enjoy the spring.Only two tall horses were seen standing on the grass, with their heads lowered, leisurely eating the oily green grass under their feet.

There were white clouds in the sky, if a tourist passed by here at this time, he would definitely exclaim, and then he wanted to stretch his neck to take a good look at the faces of the two men standing with their heads bowed in the post pavilion.

Among the two men, one was a handsome young man who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.The other man was a little older, about 24-five.

The two were dressed in one black and the other white, and their clothes were very gorgeous. Their whole bodies exuded the aura of a wealthy family, and others could tell at a glance that they were by no means the children of a mediocre family in the world.

Wearing a black brocade suit is a handsome and handsome man with a slender figure that looks very lean and strong.The side of the handsome and resolute face seemed to be cut by the knife of the gods. It was different from the youthfulness of the young man beside him, showing a sense of stability and maturity.

With his head lowered, the black-clothed man's black pupils were as deep as the stars in the dark night, and he stared at the white-clothed boy standing in front of him without moving for a moment. The apology and determination in his eyes could not be ignored.

He sighed softly: "Xiao Yi, brother is willing to be emperor. Zhuang'er has not been here for so many years, and brother has really had enough. Brother would rather wander around the world and make his home. You should be your emperor, don't do it again." Thinking about the past, forget about brother and Zhuanger..."

The boy in white is slightly slimmer than the boy in black, but he is not weak. Although his temperament is elegant and gentle, he is not too effeminate, but more heroic than ordinary Confucian and scholarly men.

The eyes are picturesque, and the eyebrows seem to be wrinkled.The young man in white clothed his black hair softly and slenderly over his waist, curled up and down casually, his clothes and hair were flowing and flowing, untied and slightly fluttering.His fair skin, against his delicate and beautiful appearance, really looks like a fairy, elegant and dusty.

The juvenile is endowed with a peerless and handsome face, which is really shocking, just like the jade tree transplanted in the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains, it seems to be in the wind and ethereal in the nine-day Qingyu.

At this time, he tightly pressed his bright red lips, and his picturesque smile looked extremely desolate and sad, and he murmured: "Zhuang Er, Zhuang Er, why does my brother always care about her? Why can't Xiao Yi compare to you?" She, brother actually wants to give up Jiangshan and Xiaoyi for her?"

The clear and pleasant voice in the past is now so sad that people can't bear to listen to it.The man in black felt a pain in his heart, and he reached out and hugged the boy in white into his arms.

"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, it's my brother who is sorry for you, are you willing to forgive my brother?" His voice was not desolate, but deeply guilty and caring.

There was a faint flow of water on the fair and delicate face of the young man in white, and a thousand kinds of glazed lights flashed in the amber eyes, showing fear, unwillingness, sadness, and affection...

"Brother can't leave, brother can't leave Xiaoyi alone! Without brother by his side, what's the point of Xiaoyi becoming the emperor?"

In front of him was the warm embrace that he had admired for more than ten years since he was a child, the white-clothed boy tightly grasped the front of the black-clothed man's chest and refused to let go, weeping loudly, his peerless beauty disappeared without a trace.

"Xiao Yi, why don't you do this..." Embracing the boy in white who couldn't control his emotions, the handsome face of the man in black was full of helplessness, but a large part of his tenderness was faintly visible.

People may wonder, since he always treats the boy in white with tenderness, why does the man in black still leave, or let the boy in white burst into tears?

"Xiao Yi," the man in black raised his head and sighed, held up the pretty face of the boy in white, and said word by word: "Brother must leave, otherwise I will be sorry for Zhuang Er. You know that even if brother wants to Letting down the whole world, my brother also doesn't want to let Zhuang'er down."

The white-clothed boy froze when he heard it, and for a long while he forced the corners of his mouth, and smiled extremely sadly, "Brother, are you still blaming me? You're still blaming me for killing your most beloved person, that nasty Shen Ningzhuang woman?"

"Xiao Yi!" The man in black suddenly changed his face, narrowing his eyes and closing his eyes, his expression was terrified.Staring at the cute and pitiful smirk of the young man in white for a long time, he finally couldn't bear to blame him, but chose to soften his expression quickly.

"Xiao Yi, my brother didn't blame you for killing Zhuang'er, but you can't be disrespectful to Zhuang'er. Because Zhuang'er is not only my brother's only beloved wife, but also your only sister-in-law and Lin'er's mother!"

The gentle persuasion has its own sternness and principles mixed in, and the few words directly involved a period of love and evil entanglement between the three since childhood.

The heart of the young man in white was sad little by little, and under despair, his eyes were no longer sincere and weak, but changed to a kind of deserted and bleak.

As if listening to a big joke, the young man stared at the picturesque beauty, squinting his eyes and asked: "Lin'er? Before my brother left, I didn't forget that I have a son named Lin'er?"

Thin eyebrows are like Yuandai's and shallow, and the fox's eyes are lightly opened, neither sad nor happy, and the faint smile is no longer warm, like a sneer.

The man in black slowly lowered his head, pursed his lips and silently stared at the cold smile of the boy in white without a trace of emotion. After a long time, he smiled wryly and whispered: "Xiao Yi, one day with you, my brother will deliver Lin'er to you." You are very relieved."

When the heart is gone, people can't keep it.

On this day, the ancient road in the outskirts was covered with green grass, and the wind was blowing on both sides. The man in black straddled his horse, and the horse roared. The hoofs of the horses were flying, and the grass was flying. Where is the figure of that man?

"Gone, are you really gone?"

The boy in white lowered his head silently, with a beautiful and desperate smile on the corner of his mouth.The slender shoulders were being touched one after another, and the tears rolled down like pearls.

"Xiao Zhili, I hate you! I hate you!" Clenched fists, red eyes, biting lips unwillingly, all these make the boy in white look fragile and pitiful, but it is a pity that the man in black has already driven away. I can no longer see it.

The young man in white raised his head as if mocking himself, and fixed his eyes, only to see the white clouds in the sky, and the oath bird whining.

Heh, he sneered miserably. If he could look back, would he want to say: "Xiao Zhili, my only brother, do you know that I fell in love with you when I first met you when I was a child..."

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?The east wind was blowing again in the small building last night, and it is already in the moonlight that the old man has long hated.

On this day, the scene at the ancient road post pavilion became a turning point in the entire fate of seven-year-old Xiao Lin.Because on this day, as the only son of Prince Cheng's mansion, his father suddenly died suddenly, and he instantly became an orphan without father or mother.

Xiao Lin will always remember that day, in the mourning hall covered with white cloth, as the chief eunuch in the palace called out "Get out of the coffin~", the sleeping coffin of the father was carried out of the gate of the palace amidst wailing.

He was only seven years old at that time, at the age when he was ignorant of death, he looked at a loss before, but when he heard what the maid in the mansion said that he would never see his father again, he burst into tears in panic and fright.

He lost his mother and concubine since he was a child, and was brought up by his father alone. How could he endure the absence of his father's company?Clutching at the pallbearer's feet, he insisted on crying for his father to come back.

After all, he is the young prince and the only nephew of Emperor Wen Rui. The servants of the mansion and the Minister of Rites who presided over the funeral did not dare to pull him away, allowing him to cry hoarsely and frighteningly at a young age.

At some point, while crying, he heard a long call from the eunuch: "The emperor is here——"

No matter the relatives of the emperor or the servants and servants around him, they all knelt down on the ground in an instant, and shouted respectfully and in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

emperor?Is it his uncle the emperor who is more beautiful than the gods in the sky, but has a cold face all day long and only smiles gently at his father?

He was dazed and ignorant, holding on to his father's coffin and refusing to let go, tears still rolling down his handsome and lovely face.

Under the apprehensive welcome of the crowd, he was embraced by the eunuchs and palace maids and walked step by step. The feeling at that moment will never be forgotten by the young Xiao Lin.

The yellow robe and jade crown, the black hair like silk, and the fair skin seems to be creamy and smooth, shining a charming brilliance in the dim yellow mourning hall.

With a handsome and elegant face, and a slender figure, if the expression on his face was not too cold, Xiao Lin would really think that it was the Nine Heavens Immortal who came to his side.

His beautiful eyes are slender, slender and curved, and his amber-like charming fox eyes exude a cold breath.The bright red thin lips were pursed lightly, as if a fragrance would overflow from them as soon as they were opened, the lips formed a half-moon-shaped arc, the beauty was peerless and stunning, and the beauty was shocking.

He stood beside him, looking down at him, his beautiful brows were furrowed as if disgusted, Xiao Lin couldn't help being afraid, and lowered his head timidly.

"Xiao Lin, let go!" One call, one command, short and concise, and there was never a single redundant word.His charming face turned away, his tone was cold and impatient.

"Uh?"

The little Xiao Lin lived in the royal palace since he was a child, and was pampered and cared for by his father. How could he have been so wronged?Sad in my heart, my mouth was ready to cry.

Xiao Lin was young and ignorant, he hadn't figured out his current situation, and he didn't know how to hide and suppress what was on his mind.In the next second, the sound of the boy's wailing was heard in the mourning hall, sad and wronged.

"No! I don't want my father to leave! Lin'er wants my father! Lin'er wants my father! Huh..."

The man probably didn't expect Xiao Lin to make such a sudden move, and in astonishment, the loathing deepened in the slender and charming fox eyes, the curved and slender black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the cool and cold handsome face lost all warmth and became choppy.

After enduring it for a long time, he clenched his fists and stared at Xiao Lin's cute little face. He gritted his teeth and read almost word by word: "Your father is dead, gone, gone! Did you hear clearly? Your father is dead, gone, gone!"

The cold tone seemed to be a secret word from Shura from hell, faintly whispering in his ears like a curse to scare people.Xiao Lin was stunned, staring at the picturesque face in front of him and forgot to react.

The man seemed to be immersed in his own sad world, regardless of Xiao Lin's reaction, regardless of the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs in the hall, he still murmured sadly and slowly: "He is dead, gone, not here, really gone, not here It's..."

The clear voice should have been pleasant to the ear, but that person had added too many unknown emotions into it, and all the emotions were sad and hopeless, which made it unbearably bleak to listen to.

Looking at the man's limp and raised lips, and the misty and desolate smile on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Lin felt a sudden pain and sadness in his heart for some reason, and stared blankly at this overwhelmed man for a long time, couldn't help but still say "Wow " A howling cry.

Xiao Lin was still young at that time, and he didn't know whether the last cry in front of his father's coffin was because he was sad about his father's disappearance, or because he felt sorry for the man's sad and sad smile?

This year, Xiao Lin was only seven years old, and he was the youngest prince in the Dasheng Dynasty.And that person, only 15 years old, is the youngest emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty, and also, his uncle.

The author has something to say:

Uh, Chapter 1, or the first few chapters at the beginning have some literary styles that cannot be changed. Mouchen also said very depressed, please bear with me, but when the little prince grows up a little later, it will gradually get better. ~ (A certain Chen is actually a prudish)