Chapter 289 Ghosts Will Be Unhappy
The door was pushed open and an unpleasant smell of medicine hit me in the face.
An Jiu followed the emperor into the house.
The room was very quiet. The sun shone warmly on the table, chair, bed, and floor as it did every day.
It seems to be no different from every day.
The only difference is probably the people.
Time changes people.
Prince Jing was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless. For a moment, An Jiu thought he was dead.
"How is it?" the emperor asked the imperial physician beside him.
The doctor shook his head: "Whether he can wake up or not depends on the prince's luck."
The imperial physician thought that preparations should be made for the death of Prince Jing, as his body was riddled with wounds...
The emperor nodded.
The imperial physician went out.
The emperor sat in his chair and looked at Prince Jing.
He seemed calm, but actually he had a lot on his mind.
These are all childhood things.
In these memories, there are his father, the strict tutor, and several brothers. Everyone quarrels and stumbles. It seems that those memories happened just yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, everything has changed.
The emperor lowered his eyes and when he looked up he saw An Jiu standing beside him.
He waved his hand, motioning An Jiu to sit down.
An Jiu sat opposite him.
He took Anjiu's hand and sat there without saying a word.
I don't know how long it was before I heard a noise outside.
An Jiu glanced at the emperor.
The emperor stood up.
When he opened the door, the sunlight was a little dazzling. An Jiu saw a man standing in the yard. This man was very handsome, but also thin and weak.
Han Yun.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight and his face expressionless.
Just when An Jiu thought that he was going to say something, he suddenly knelt down in front of the emperor.
"The criminal Han Yun pays respect to His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia."
The emperor stared at him and waved his hands around him, and the secret guards who showed up quietly hid themselves.
Jiang Sheng looked at Han Yun and narrowed his eyes: "Han Yun, you are so brave to actually come here."
Han Yun said nothing, nor did he resist. He only said, "I want to see His Royal Highness Prince Jing for the last time, and then I will leave it to His Majesty the Emperor to deal with."
The emperor nodded to Jiang Sheng.
Jiang Sheng gave his men a look, and soon, An Jiu saw the Chu boy named A Chen. Compared with Prince Jing, he really looked like Han Yun, but the boy was still very immature, and his face could not hide his worries. In the end, he was the first to speak and called out, "Uncle."
Han Yun looked up and saw his face, with some confusion in his eyes.
"you……"
"Uncle, I'm Ah Chen, my mother's name is Gao Yu... She asked me to come find you."
People are all made of flesh and blood, and even if Han Yun has a hard heart, he cannot remain calm.
"You...your mother..."
"My mother is dead." The boy, who had always been pretending to be mature in Anjiu's eyes, finally couldn't help wiping away his tears.
"She is dead. The Chu people killed her..."
Ah Chen talked about what happened over the years.
Han Yun listened calmly and then closed his eyes.
I was originally prepared to die, but now there is another person, Ah Chen.
How did he die?
He was born for others...
Die for others, live for others
"Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?" Han Yun asked.
There was a cough in the room and Prince Jing woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. When he heard footsteps, he turned to look at the emperor.
He said, "Fourth brother, I seem to have died once."
The emperor closed his eyes and exhaled.
"You've been dead for almost twenty years. We've prepared for your funeral so many times."
Prince Jing followed suit with a smile: "I thought I couldn't make it this time, but I was a little unwilling to accept it."
The emperor did not go in. He stood by the door and said, "Then you will see clearly why your father chose me when you are still alive. Don't say you are a sickly person. Even if you are healthy, you can't compare to me."
Prince Jing was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay..."
It came quickly and left quickly. When the emperor and An Jiu returned to the palace, it was not yet completely dark.
The setting sun dyed half the sky red.
The emperor was in a good mood and took An Jiu to the city wall where they often went.
He said: "My father told me to be a cold-blooded emperor."
An Jiu looked at him.
The emperor smiled again: "But he also asked me to be more kind to my brothers. Don't you think he is contradictory?"
An Jiu thought so too.
The late emperor was a cold-blooded and ruthless emperor.
But as people get older, their life experiences change and their feelings about life will also be different.
He began to miss the people and things from the past.
So on the one hand, he hoped that the emperor could be cold-blooded and ruthless and be a qualified emperor who was decisive and ruthless, but on the other hand, he also hoped that the emperor could be Xiao Ce in addition to his identity as an emperor.
Xiao Ce is a person, and being an emperor is just a job.
Most emperors were dominated by their profession.
And thus lost oneself.
When they are old and recall the past, they feel regret for losing the sincere self of their youth.
It seems that no matter what choice I make, it will be wrong and I will regret it.
Perhaps the late emperor himself was also very conflicted.
An Jiu looked towards the towering palace.
The emperor took her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it gently.
An Jiu turned her head to look at him, and he smiled at An Jiu.
An Jiu also smiled at him.
The sun sets and night falls.
All the tentacle monsters hiding in the darkness slowly crawled out.
An Jiu received the message.
This message was given to her by the people of Chu. They did not tell her what to do specifically, but asked her to wait for news. If she did not cooperate, they would kill An Tai.
The obvious threat proved that the Chu people were really anxious.
An Jiu told the emperor the news.
Then he said indignantly: "That Princess of Chu must not like my brother, otherwise she wouldn't let him take such a risk."
The emperor nodded: "That's right..."
He recalled An Tai's appearance and felt that Brother An Jiu might not be a male favorite in the conventional sense. He might be like a little dog raised by the Princess of Chu...
"What should I do?" An Jiu was a little anxious.
She was afraid that the Chu people would really harm her brother.
The emperor patted her head and said, "It's okay. I'm here."
The net has been spread, waiting for the prey to fall into it.
However, there is still a very unstable factor to deal with at the moment.
That's a tyrant.
The emperor wrote a very long letter.
The tyrant woke up in the second half of the night. He rubbed his head first, then saw Xiaojiu beside him. He wanted to wake her up, but thinking of what the ghost had said before, he decided to let Xiaojiu sleep a little longer.
He walked to the table stealthily and saw a five-page letter.
Question marks appeared above the tyrant's head.
What is this for?
He opened the letter suspiciously.
There are countless "don'ts" written on it.
You are not allowed to run out, go to the back hill, go to the imperial kitchen, go to Prince Jing's mansion, go to the red-light district, make trouble, wake up Xiaojiu, or...
In short, after countless no's, it was the devil's plan.
Gui specifically emphasized that he should remember everything. If anything went wrong, he would break his legs, and make sure he would never see Xiaojiu again, never eat delicious food, and never go out to play.
The tyrant was horrified.
He walked around the ground angrily.
He doesn't want to listen to ghosts.
But……
But if I don't listen, will I really...
He looked at Xiaojiu, then at the letter paper.
So conflicted.
I really want to go out and play.
I really want to wake up Xiaojiu.
I really want to...
The tyrant lay on the table in frustration, nodding his head on the table, and finally he gave up.
Can't go out.
Otherwise Xiaojiu will be unhappy.
Ghosts will also be unhappy.
Why……
He kind of missed the happy days when he could just pick up a knife and chop people...
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