Stigma

Jing, Rijing, Ming Ye.

Like a person who has forgotten to return to his hometown, the young man is full of spirits, just like bright light.

The word given to him by the Emperor Xian is also appropriate.

It's just that with a fire on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival, nothing is gone.

When the fire in the King's Mansion was extinguished, it was already bright.

Duanzhisu sat down on the steps, his robe spread on the ground, and a layer of ashes had fallen on it.

The fire burned all night, and the palace was in ruins, not to mention the people inside.

Thin ashes fell on the snow.

Song Xian came holding an umbrella, knelt on one knee, and whispered, "Your Majesty..."

Duan Zhisu looked at the void in a daze, and muttered, "Where is the person?"

Song Xian hesitated.

Duan Zhisu suddenly sternly said: "Where are people?!"

Song Xian lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, I have forgotten to return."

The fire is so big that people can't survive.

After a stubborn breath, the circles of my eyes were red, and he said coldly again: "What about people?"

Song Xian understood what he meant, and said, "People have been burned to ashes, and there are no bones."

Duan Zhi was taken aback, busy holding his hands to get up, but just as he stood up, he felt dizzy in front of him.

After the world turned around, I felt myself falling heavily on the snow covered with ashes.

There was a muffled sound.

"His Majesty!"

[See what the author has to say]

The author has something to say: After the snowy night, the new emperor ascended the throne.

King King's Mansion was razed to the ground, nothing was built, and a lot of begonias were planted by Duan Su.

As soon as Duan Zhisu became the throne, he stayed off for three days, causing controversy among the officials.

On the fourth day, Duan Zhisu went to the court, and the first thing was to make Sui Wang return to build a cloak tomb and enter Sui Jia's ancestral grave.

The upper and lower courts did not know whether it was arranged by the first emperor, and they couldn't say anything after hearing this.

Standing on the sidelines with solemn eyes: "Why not?"

The minister said: "King Jing... Although he is a member of his family, he was killed by a stigma personally bestowed by His Majesty..."

Everyone knows the unfinished words.

Those who were given death by the stigma cannot enter the ancestral grave, not to mention that Sui Wanggui's body has been burned to ashes.

Gann and the crowd in the crowd were holding their sleeves indifferently, watching the crowd arguing over this matter indifferently, and finally uttered unbearably after hearing someone say, "The man who doesn't respect himself, deserves such a tragic death". NS.

"You adults should still accumulate some virtue. The dead is the greatest. Even if King Jing is no longer seen by others, you don't have to use such ugly words to conjecture him." Gann and coldly swept them, said, "More You say King Jing doesn’t respect himself, dare you ask him where he is not self-respect? Did he rob your daughter of your family, or ruined a lady who hadn’t come out of the pavilion and made you so angry and scolded him?”

The minister who just said that he had forgotten to return home and had no self-respect was flushed with anger: "You... Mr. Jiang, be respectful when you speak..."

Gann He sneered: "Speak well, and I naturally respect you."

That person: "..."

The crowd was noisy again.

Finally, he insisted: "Enough."

Gann and nodded in salute, and insincerely pleaded guilty.

Duan Zhi Su coldly swept the people with different thoughts, and said: "Let King Jing live in his family's ancestral grave."

Everyone immediately knelt in a row and shouted.

Duan Zhisu ignored them and turned away.

Not long after, Sui Wanggui's cloak was buried in the tomb of Sui Jiazu.

On the day of the burial, only Jiang Enhe, Duan Zhisu and Song Xian came.

Duan Zhisu looked at the tombstone, and the snow began to fall again, white.

Jiang Enhe inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner, staring at the name on the tombstone, and whispered softly: "Your Majesty knows why those people say King Jing is not self-respectful?"

The stubborn and Wushen eyes moved, looked at him, and said, "Why?"

Gann turned his head and looked at him seriously: "Because the fifth princes once forced him."

Suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Enhe actually laughed and said: "I really find it strange, too strange, Jing Wang Mingming was forcibly taken abducted by Duan Xichen, how did he get into the mouth of those people, it turned into his heinous crime. Is it true that people's hearts are so indifferent to right and wrong?"

He didn't hold the umbrella, took a stern look indifferently, and turned away.

Duanzhisu's lips trembled slightly, staring at the tombstone for a long time before murmured: "Gan and..."

Song Xian said on the side: "It is said that his second sister once admired the second brother who had forgotten to return..."

Finally tragically died in a foreign land.

Duan Zhisu looked at the tombstone blankly, and suddenly found that he had no idea about Sui Wanggui over the years.

He didn’t know what happened to Sui Wanggui in the capital without one to protect him, nor did he know why his temperament changed drastically and disturbed the situation in the court, and he did not personally ask Sui Wanggui if you had betrayed me back then. He secretly remembered bitterness and complaint to himself.

Duan Zhisu slowly stepped back a few steps, looking at the name on the tombstone, for a moment he felt that he was not qualified to stand here.

Song Xian looked at Duan Zhisu's pale face and gently stepped forward to support him: "Your Majesty."

Standing on the snowy ground, Duanzhi almost became a snowman, before murmured, "Where is the old **** next to Emperor Xian?"

Song Xian was taken aback for a moment before he said, "Still in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

"Bring him to see me."

Song Xian nodded and said yes.

After nightfall, the elderly **** followed Song Xian to the palace of the Supreme Harmony Hall, and saw Duan Zhisu sitting beside the book table, hurriedly grabbing his robe and kneeling.

"I have seen your Majesty."

Duan Zhisu stared at him closely, and said: "You have been with the Emperor Xian for the longest time, and naturally you know the most. I ask you, what happened to the King of Prospects entering the palace to meet Emperor Xian in seven years?"

The old **** shook his forehead against the cold ground.

"Your Majesty, old slave..."

Duan Zhi Su said: "You said one by one."

The old **** hesitated for a long time, and then slowly talked about the past.

"...The glass of poisoned wine was originally given to your Majesty back then, but King Jing..." The old **** was a little bit unbearable, took a breath, and said, "He took it and drank it."

Duan Zhisu trembled and looked at him in amazement.

No wonder……

"But the first emperor didn't want to die Xiaohouye, and immediately ordered the imperial doctor to come for treatment, which saved his life."

Duan Zhisu only felt that the pain instantly spread from his heart to his mind, making his eye sockets a bit sore and red.

No wonder the first emperor would say that before his death--

"The stigma... he survived seven years ago, and now... is there still this life?"

Duanzhi Suzuo clenched his fists, his fingertips stuck in his palms, and his heart ached.

Song Xian saw that Duan Zhisu seemed to be unstable, and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty?"

Duan Zhisu turned black before murmured: "I don't believe him..."

He didn't believe him because of those rumors.

He only felt that the tip of his tongue seemed to be a little bloody, and the breath in his chest suffocated his mind.

Duanzhi pressed the table to death, took a deep breath after a long while, and said in a trembled voice: "What else? What the **** did he do over the years?"

The old **** had already said all the things that could not be said, and there was nothing to hide behind, so he said one by one.

"...The second prince was born by the princess who was dedicated to the south of Xinjiang. Xu suspected that his biological mother was killed by the first emperor. That's why he murdered the prince and caused chaos in Chaogang." The old **** looked up and saw that he was already unstable Suddenly, he squatted his head again and said, "King Jing remembered that the second prince framed your hatred, so regardless of the emperor's life, he secretly sent a glass of poisoned wine to the confinement place of the second prince in Xiangguo Temple..."

"The first emperor was furious and imprisoned him in King Jing's Mansion until his Majesty returned to Beijing..."

There was dead silence all around, and it seemed that I couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Duan Zhisu stood on the spot for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "I...I know, go on."

The old **** hurriedly got up and went down.

The door was lightly closed, making a slight noise. It seemed that he was waking up from a dream, and his body swayed a few times before he slammed his chest and sat on the chair.

Song Xian's expression was also a little ugly. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, what the old **** said..."

Duanzhisu was full of sullen eyes, his eyes were staring at the void, and his voice trembled slightly: "Am I crazy then?"

Song Xian: "Your Majesty..."

"Why don't I believe him?" Duan Zhisu murmured, "Why didn't I go to him?"

Why did he watch his body be swept by the fire and turned to ashes?

Duan Zhisu felt that the suffering of the border over the past seven years had made him see through the pain and warmth of the world, but only now did he realize that the most painful thing in his life was regret.

Love and resentment can disappear little by little with the passage of the world, but regret and guilt will not.

Unbelief that the remorse of forgetting to return after years of struggling to die in the wasteland for several years is like a tarsus maggot, no matter how hard he struggles, it will linger for the rest of his life.

Duan Zhisu spent the remaining thirty-four years with his resentment towards himself.

Before he died, he was stupefied to see Sui Yan when he was a teenager, desperately rushing forward when everyone left him, and said to him earnestly: "Of course I believe in Your Highness."

Then, layers of mist gradually rose up in front of him, covering his figure.

When he became conscious again, he knelt on the ground, not knowing what year it was today, but he struggled like crazy and muttered, "I'm going to find Wanggui..."

After the first life, the lanterns are brightly lit.

The young Song Xian grabbed him and yelled anxiously, "Your Highness!"

Duan Zhisu's eyes went black and completely lost consciousness.

I cannot repay the debts of the previous life in this life.