emperor of a dynasty

In the fifth year after Yan Wuwei's death, Ah Xian raised his troops and rebelled. My sister Min Min killed him and her only child without hesitation.

Over the years, she has become more and more cold-blooded and more and more like a king. Ah Xian's death has no effect on her at all, but the man in the Jiaofang Palace lost half of his hair overnight.

I was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so I often found excuses to visit him. Wang Jun always smiled when I went, but I always felt that his smile was not as good as crying.

I don't understand why such an excellent man falls in love with such a cold-blooded king, and so do I.

After Ah Xian's death, Wang Jun's life was not as good as the next day. His elder brother often sent someone into the palace to send letters to him, saying that if he wanted to, he could take him away.

Wang Jun refused.

"Do you know? I'm like this...in fact, I just want to see the final outcome." Wang Jun said to me, "I also often think, if the previous king hadn't appointed her as the crown prince that year, if I hadn't carried her in the palace that day. One look at her...maybe none of us will."

That winter, Wang Jun was seriously ill, and he was already thin. He became even thinner. This is what he said to me when I went to see him.

I think he must be seriously ill, otherwise he would not have said such things because he has always restrained himself.

At the same time, our king welcomed another concubine into the palace, and the officials were no longer surprised by this, and they didn't even offer any advice.

Not long after the beginning of spring, the king sent someone to send a child. The king said that it was Ah Xian's child. I didn't believe it at first, but Wang Jun just saw the child and sat up from the bed immediately.

…Ok.

After recovering from his illness, Wang Jun still kept his appearance of being introverted. While taking care of his grandson, he missed his child. Everything was fine, but he refused to see the king again.

Day after day, year after year, our group of people finally exhausted all their youth in the palace. My sister Min who once gave me a glimpse died when I was 16 years old, and I married The Wang Guo passed away in the autumn of her 61 years old.

Ah Xian's son Murong Ji succeeded to the throne. According to the agreement many years ago, he married the daughter of the adopted son of Jian's family, the child named Jian An. The man who had been with Fang Dian for half his life finally closed his eyes.

Ah Ji was very sad, knelt in front of the coffin and told me that he was actually very afraid of growing up, "Grandmother Wang is gone, and grandfather Wang is also gone. I have fewer and fewer relatives left in this world."

When he said this, it seemed to bring me back to when my king was still there many years ago. We took the little A Ji, walked through the long palace road, and took him to the Wangyue Pavilion. He said: "You must be a good king in the future, and don't let your people down, let alone... them."

Ah Ji is too young to understand what the king is talking about. Only I understand. I understand the suffering of the king and also understand her unwillingness. The shadow of the person who passed away, found it, and finally she lost.

She put that person's tablet on the appropriate seat next to the former king's tablet, but for some reason, she erased all the words on that person's tablet.

A card without a name is the final outcome of that person.

Just as Mu Cong said, Ah Ji did a good job, he worked very hard, and it can be seen that he admired his grandmother very much, that is, the king who made me remember and complain all my life.That king was undoubtedly outstanding. He ruled for more than forty years, leveled one country after another, annexed cities one after another, and finally handed over to his grandson the most powerful country among the Three Kingdoms.

The king said that she did not disappoint her aunt, she took my hand and said desolately, "But I failed you."

I finally shed a tear. For so many years, I thought she had forgotten, but I never thought that she still remembered the little girl who climbed on the courtyard wall and glanced at her.

I wanted to tell her it's okay, people are always like this, first love will always end badly, but she called me "Sir" again.

I was stunned for a while and realized that she still regarded me as the woman who always regarded her as a junior.

She is so poor.

...

After the death of Sister Min, Ah Ji became king, and I was also getting old. I spent year after year in my remote palace. Ah Ji’s children are very cute, but I have no interest until Once when I was lost in the palace, I saw a girl doll made of jade flour.

Sister Min is nine years older than me, so I have never seen her when she was young, but when I saw the little girl doll, I suddenly seemed to see the young Sister Min at that time.

I still love her after all.

I bent down and asked what the little doll's name was?

She said in a childlike voice, "Xinran, my name is Xinran, grandma."

Her eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Sister Min, but her nose and mouth are very similar to that gentle man. I asked her how old is she?

She replied that she was three and a half years old.

I touched her head and smiled slowly.

She is a very nice kid, I don't know what she will look like when she grows up, maybe she will be like Sister Min... No, it's better not to be like her.

"In the future...if you have a sweetheart," I said to her, "you must treat her well."

Don't be like that king who betrayed one person after another.

She raised her head and looked up at me, with the desolation of the first snow falling between her eyes, she said: "Okay."

That's it.