Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The royal study was quiet again. From the moment when it was the darkest before dawn, to the sun rising to the sun, and then to the warm morning light was covered by the dark clouds, the autumn rain of the patter fell like a drop, in such a period of time, the sound in the royal study, It is like the weather, when it is big and small, sometimes it is violent, and sometimes it is as quiet as an iceberg. The atmosphere here is even more so. It is so tense and tense, it is silent for a moment, and it reminds me of the past and suddenly, and it is cold and cold.

The emperor of Qing Dynasty and Chen Pingping are not ordinary monarchs. The war between the two is also different from the general war. Until then, Chen Pingping was just a speech, perhaps just the meaning of the words, where the straw was stabbed and tied, hoping to puncture the other's delicate heart and puncture the fresh wound.

A touch of unhealthy pale was under the cheek of Qing Emperor for a long time, and refused to disperse. His eyes were empty, no, it should be said to be very empty, slightly thin cheeks, with his look and eyes at this time. It is particularly indifferent.

No one knows what kind of storms the Qing Emperor had at this time. He just looked at Chen Pingping quietly and said slowly after a long silence: "Why do you monitor it... eh?"

He opened his mouth indifferently: "He gave up everything in the world, what is being pursued, how did you know?"

This is a kind of disdain for the old black dog as an emperor. However, Chen Pingping's hands naturally rested on the armrests of the black wheelchair, and looked at him faintly, and some of his eyes were only indifferent and disdainful. The two men and the two are cold to each other, and each other's disdain for each other, so that they are filled in the entire royal study.

"How powerful you are, how strong is the country, but you still can't change the fact that you are the least willing to admit." Chen Pingping said with a slight sigh: "The power of the country is strong. In the end, it depends on her legacy. If it weren't for her, she left the source of the internal library to continuously send the blood to the court. If she did not leave the supervision of the hospital to control the balance of the court, I will fight for the year, how can you support the country? just now?"

"You want to prove that there is no her. You can do things best, even better than when she is alive." Chen Pingping slowly raised his head and said with a hoarse voice: "You want to open her cover." The sky above the head, but actually. You just prove that you have to rely on her."

"You are not as good as her." Chen Pingping calmly and naturally, stabbed the deepest part of the emperor's heart.

The emperor suddenly thought of the thunderstorm night three years ago. In the Guangxin Palace not far from the rear, he once stalked Li Yunrui’s throat and said to the most beautiful sister: “How can you compare with the leaf ""

His heart was slightly moving, his face was slightly white, and his thin and ruthless lips were extremely tight. He said indifferently: "History is to be written by the living, and it is alive. She is dead, and this is enough."

"So, why do you still explain what you are doing? You only need to admit your cold-blooded, ruthless, hypocritical, inferiority..." Chen Pingping’s face showed a smile. "This is enough."

"She is really a fairy? Not eating human fireworks, great compassion and compassion?" The emperor suddenly sneered and said: "Is it still in your heart, only allow yourself to imagine her as such a person? No, not just you, Including Fan Jian. Including the waste of Jing Wang. I am afraid that all of you, including An Zhi, think that you are ruthless and ruthless. However, with his own imagination, he has painted too many Phnom Penh on her body."

"She is not a person, nor a fairy, nor a **** to save the world." The emperor sighed with a sigh, his brows gradually wrinkled very tightly, slowly said: "She is just you guys, no, in the past It’s also that she is just the imagination of those of us. I often wonder if this woman has never appeared before, just let our imaginations come together and become a person like this?”

Chen Pingping shook his head coldly: "You know this is not true."

"It can still be imagined!" The emperor's ground was cold and cool, and the lips were slightly tilted and looked at Chen Pingping. "You waste these things, and put all the good imaginations of the world on her, so she shines in your heart." Very incomparable, even a trace of shadow can not be found."

"Ice and snow are clever, but there is no temptation to sorrow, but it is not a naive woman who does not know the world, but has practical means to do the real thing." The emperor's eyes continued indifferently: "What kind of person is this?" People without any shortcomings and loopholes, such people...still people?"

He suddenly laughed and smiled sadly and sullenly: "Unfortunately, there is no such person in the world. She is a mortal, an ordinary person who likes to have anger and glory and has a dark and conspiracy. In the end, What is the difference between her and her?"

"Your Majesty." Chen Pingping shook her head slowly. "If she is the kind of person you imagined, how could she die in your hand?"

"Is it?" The emperor's eyes narrowed and he laughed in a weird manner. "Hahahaha... Everyone has become his own king? The idea of ​​arrogance, the supervision of the hospital was originally monitoring the blasphemy... I didn’t know until today. It turns out that your old black dog turned out to be her surveillance. If she didn't doubt it, if she didn't guard against it, would she leave such a sentence?"

"Wrong, squat." Chen Pingping said with a sigh of relief: "Whetherever I sit on the dragon chair, my supervisory school will have to supervise him. This is not the evidence she has been guarding against you from the beginning, I want to deal with you."

"That tyrants do the trick!" I don't know why, the emperor's tone suddenly became extremely dark and deep, although the sound was a bit higher, but it made people feel that it was not heated. His voice was like a hundred million sacred waters. Like the sword of the year, it pierces the perimeter of the study.

The emperor's face was not distorted, but the empty eyes flashed a chilly color, saying one word at a time: "In that year, she passed the arrogance, and Sakamoto thought she was thinking about a big master in each of the Northern Qi and Dongyi. She only had this decision, and she was grateful to the deepest... With this hegemony, he took you with the leaves and heavy. With Wang Zhikun, the vertical and horizontal battlefield. Sweeping the four, it is rare to lose, but who would expect, This is called the supreme practice. There is a hidden evil in the back!"

After the emperor’s voice was out of anger, it became very cold. "When the Northern Expedition was first seen, I realized that the overbearing instinct in the body was a little bit tempted. Uneasy, but things must be done, and the leader will march in and fight. The breeze was fighting in the northern mountains, but at this time, hidden dangers broke out, and the body was broken... the meridians were broken!"

Chen Pingping is silent. He is one of the people who know the most about this history. When the Northern Expedition was difficult, the masters of the Qing Dynasty used their enthusiasm to the extreme. The Weiwei soldiers are particularly prosperous, and Nanqing is adventurously advancing with tens of thousands of divisions. However, Dawei is already rotten. If the people want to change the world's general trend and create a new situation and the possibility of the future, it is inevitable that the troops will be sent to the South.

At the time, he was the Qing Emperor of His Royal Highness, leading the troops to the north. Chen Pingping stayed in the newly established supervision hospital. On the one hand, it is to ensure the safety of Kyoto, and on the other hand, it is also a distance from the battlefield. Ensure a calm eye for decision making. Originally, the enemy was strong and weak, just in the fiercest battle. When the war and the wind were in the outskirts of the Lushan Mountain, the commander of the Qing Army, the Royal Highness of the Prince was seriously injured, and the whole body was broken. Can't move in the march camp!

Although Ye Hou, the deputy general, and Wang Zhikun, the junior school officer of the pro-barracks, stood up at the most critical moment. However, Nanqing was weak in the battlefield. The commander suddenly could not see things. In a flash, the Qingfeng army marched forward. The Nanqing army was beaten to the ground, and the Prince was trapped in the mountains.

That is, at that time, Chen Pingping completed the first thousand miles of stunned shocks with the black riding of the Supervisory Institute. The students smashed a big hole in the Luo network of the Wei Wei army, braving the infinite risk, the Prince. That is, today's Qing Emperor saved back.

It is not necessary to mention all the hardships. The black horse was almost completely wiped out and the emperor of today was saved. At that time, Chen Pingping had a doubt in his heart. What kind of strange injury was suffered by His Majesty? There are no big wounds on the outside, but the meridians inside are broken and become a waste.

In these years, Chen Pingping guessed something, and Fan Xian had once faced the danger of dying with almost all the meridians. He naturally knew where the emperor’s horror and terrible injury came from.

Presumably, after the hegemony has been trained to a certain level, there will be a dangerous barrier that will inevitably emerge.

"You can't move, you can't see it, you can't talk. If there are countless tens of sharp knives in the body, I'm cutting my dirty, my flesh." The emperor's eyes were empty and indifferent: "The kind of pain, the kind of despair, the kind of loneliness, the kind of darkness, not what you can imagine. The mind is always strong, but at that time, I can’t help but think of myself... but I’m even a The little finger can't move, I want to die... I can't die."

The emperor's lips twitched slightly and laughed spontaneously. "This is a sad and miserable end." He glanced at Chen Pingping. "If it wasn't for you to save me at all costs, maybe I died at the time." ”

Chen Pingping is silent, not ridiculous, and should not be heard.

The nose of the emperor twitched slightly, and took a deep breath in a cold breath: "However, God did not abandon it. After a few months of suffering, I finally woke up, and I woke up, and finally broke through the hegemony. That pass."

The emperor’s voice trembled a little, and it’s been decades. He thought of the terrible, non-human can't bear the torture, and the strong heart couldn't stop shaking.

He bowed his head and looked at Chen Pingping with a sneer. "She told me what I want to do, what do I want to do?"

“I asked her how she could break through the barrier. She said she didn’t know.” The emperor suddenly laughed and looked at him with a slight sigh of relief. She didn’t know! She made a hardship and created a The sword made it, she actually said... she didn't know!"

"She wants to hold this key, she wants to listen to her for the rest of her life, and answer her." The emperor's lips squirmed strangely and ridiculed: "But... how can such a person pass? This life and death mark also obscures everything in this world, and finally understands that this glorious woman in your eyes actually has her most cruel part. Since the day does not abandon. How can you give up?"

After listening to the words of Qingdi, Chen Pingping smiled slightly. After sighing, he continued to show the slightest smile to the end, shaking his head and mumbling and laughing: "Suspicious and suspicious... Your life will never be able to get rid of this."

Chen Pingping’s laughter is very vicissitudes. Very sad, he quietly looked at the emperor and said: "The excuse is always an excuse. Maybe you left this way when you thought about it. However, Fan is now practicing. If there is no sea otter to help him, I am afraid that he will fall to that. In the **** of the general mark."

"Hey, the heart of the law, her hand has it." The emperor slowly closed his eyes.

"But it is possible to stay in the realm of Jiupin forever." Chen Pingping said with a slight sarcasm: "Are you willing?"

Without waiting for the emperor to answer, he gently waved his hand and sighed and said: "The past things, there is no need to mention it again. If you can even suspect her, naturally you can doubt everyone in the world, just... this kind of Suspicion is too ridiculous."

Since it’s ridiculous, of course you have to laugh. Therefore, Chen Pingping laughed. In the black wheelchair, she smiled and leaned forward, and the turbid tears were about to squeeze out from his old eyes.

"Hey, just let you know before this old dog died. What you remember is just an illusory illusion." The emperor opened his eyes and got rid of his memories. He looked at Chen Pingping coldly and said: "You It’s a sly dog, but you have to ask her for it. You want to know. The female master you are loyal to is not a dirty fairy."

Chen Pingping lived a smile. The shoulders sinked slightly, and after a moment of silence, they should say: "The old slave is not a saint who takes the world as his own responsibility, nor is he qualified to be a saint. Previously, he was accused of squatting, not for the world, nor for his heart to pity for this sage. It’s just that this is her last wish... Yes, Your Majesty, see you today, not for the world, but for personal grievances.”

He looked up and calmly looked at the emperor: "You killed her, I will avenge her. This is a private vengeance, not a shit, it is a very simple matter, do not need to carry anything else. I I don’t care what kind of person she is, whether it’s a fallen fairy, or a little witch who doesn’t want to be inside. What does it matter?”

"She is called Ye Xiaomei, this is enough." Chen Pingping looked at the emperor slowly.

The emperor looked at the old comrades in the wheelchair. After a long time, he sighed softly and a smile appeared on his face. However, this smirk represents a deeper meaning. In his eyes, this old black dog already dead.

"This is a very distorted mood." The emperor said indifferently: "Monitoring the king of a country, a monk is obsessed with a woman, and you have been crazy many years ago."

"Of course, you must admit that you have been blinded by you for many years... The Supervisory Hospital is indeed a little tricky in the hands of your old dog. The entire Supervisory Institute has arrived today, only knowing that Chen Pingping, but I do not know that this emperor. This is what you are condoning, but it is also your ability. Just don't understand, why do you have the ability to raise a knife of revenge to you?

The emperor looked at Chen Pingping with a touch of disdain. He took a cup of cold tea that had not been drunk for a long time and slowly took a sip.

Chen Pingping also took the tea from the front of the handrail of the wheelchair and used it to moisturize her dry lips. After a while, she whispered softly: "I must have said that the ice cloud has been cleaned up under the control of the hospital."

The emperor's eyes looked at the clear yellow tea in the cup, and it condensed slightly, then returned to nature.

"Since I went back to Beijing alone, I naturally did not want to go into turmoil because of the revenge of the old slaves." Chen Pingping said: "So I will not care about the ice cloud."

"Where are you going to die, just to say a few words?" The emperor's lips twitched with a traceable smile.

"Your Majesty knows me, so I will accompany me who is destined to die for so long gossip." Chen Pingping said with a smile: "Because you don't know what my last backhand is, so you must accompany me until I put myself. I want to say what I want to say."

"At this point, the words have already been finished. I want to see if you have any cards that have not yet been opened." The emperor smiled softly. At this time, he had already got rid of the emotions brought by the previous heart and the past, and returned to the calm. And a powerful emperor looks like.

Chen Pingping did not answer, but only looked at the emperor's majesty meaningfully. Suddenly I asked another question: "I have done so many things in these 20 years. Don't you know what you are doing now?"

The emperor's fingers slowly turned his head to the celadon teacup, but his eyes slowly landed on the ground. The black wheelchair was lying on the ground with a few volumes, all of which were recorded by Chen Pingping these years. How to drive all the relatives around the emperor to his opposite side step by step.

"The fire in Huichuntang was put in the courtyard. The doctor was the old slave who killed the land. The national relative was also the end. As for the medicine used by His Royal Highness, it was paid by Fei Jie. Of course, Fei Jie is now early. Already left this piece of the mainland, even if you want to cure his death, you must have no way." Chen Pingping looked at the emperor indifferently and mercilessly, and said it one word at a time. "The long princess and the prince are in vain, I am by the side. Look down and help a little, but do everything you can to let your Majesty know."

The emperor turned the teacup and stopped his fingers.

"There was thunderstorm that night. His Majesty should be in a state of disobedience in the Guangxin Palace. Although the old slaves did not see it with their own eyes, they only thought of this. The old slaves felt old and comforted." Chen Pingping's wrinkles on his face were all turned away. It seems extremely comforting. "Your Majesty, the princess and the prince are private, why are you so angry? Do you always think that this sister should belong to you? However, the thought of your own self-tortured Mingjun. You have only been suppressed?"

"Who knows the Prince has done it." Chen Pingping laughed low and screamed. "What you can't do, can't do. But it's done by the Prince. How can you not be angry? How can they not die?"

"The prince is dead, the long princess is dead, the queen is dead, the queen is dead, and the second child is dead." Chen Pingping stared at the emperor with stern eyes. "All the relatives around you are waiting to die under your hand, you It is the most selfish and vicious monarch in the world. I want your relatives to die because of your selfishness."

The emperor pinched the teacup's fingers and trembled slightly, gently hitting the cup and making a crisp, unvoiced sound.

Chen Pingping’s voice is more crisp, colder and more awkward than this sound: “The old slave has no cards, the old slave just wants to go back to the palace to tell you. You were so cold that let her die alone, I can let you also Smell the smell of loneliness, and then die in this torture... Maybe I can't kill you, but it's not the most wonderful complicated way to make you live like this?"

"Hey, there are still a few good sons." The emperor said slowly: "You actually want to kill even the third child, oh... I have to marvel at the chill and hatred in your heart."

Chen Pingping said indifferently: "As long as the person named Li in this palace is damned."

"Where is it?" The emperor knocked on the celadon teacup and suddenly stopped. He frowned and said, "He is a son who is awkward and light-browed. You are so loyal to her, how can you want to kill it three times and four times." He? I’m afraid that he’s still thought that you are the elder who loves him the most, but he didn’t even think of it, including the killing of the valley, including the follow-up of the hanging temple, he almost lost his body under the dagger, all It’s all arranged by you."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingping said with a low-pitched tone: "Fan is just a hybrid... What qualification do you have to be the father of her son? The existence of Fan Xian is a brand of shame for her. I looked at him and I felt glare."

The emperor laughed, and the laughter was full of resentment: "Very good, you really are a perverted stock... If you kill you like this, isn't it too much like you?"

"How to die, never is a problem." Chen Pingping ridiculously looked at the emperor and said: "I only know that my revenge has been successful, this is enough."

The emperor held the cup and hovered in the air. After a long while, he said faintly: "Hey, there are three sons..."

"But since I returned to Beijing, your three sons are afraid that it is impossible for you to be your son again." Chen Pingping's eyes narrowed and shook with a hint of coldness: "I am dead in you." In the hands of Fan Fan, how do you see you? How does the old conference see you? How can you explain to Fan Xiu? Is it because I am trying to avenge her mother? Then how do you explain to him the things of the year?"

Chen Pingping’s miniature eyes were chilly, and his face was pale because of excitement or other emotions. He stared at the emperor and said: “Your majesty, you will be rebellious, in loneliness, watching the land of the world. But... nothing."

Looking at the land in the world, there is nothing. What a vicious curse and hatred! The emperor’s body was slightly shocked, and his complexion gradually became pale. He looked at Chen Pingping with a gaze of power, and the cold voice said: “You dare!”

When the emperor said these two words. It means that he already knows Chen Pingping's 20-year-old complex, and finally finally embarked on an irreversible path to success. Both Fan Xian and Da Huangzi are very close to Chen Pingping, and if Qingdi wants to explain to these two sons, he has to touch the story of many years ago. I can't speak at all.

Is the strongest monarch in the world only able to look at his sons with anger and hatred, gradually getting old and dying?

Qingdi’s face was pale, and he felt the infinite cold and anger in his heart. He looked at Chen Pingping’s pale face and knew that the other party had already counted all the follow-up. He used his own death to send the final to the palace. An offensive in the dark.

In the royal study room, there was a silent silence, and the autumn rain outside was still slowly. Wet the already dry land in the palace, and the gaps in the bluestone. The royal study room is filled with glass windows from the interior of the library, and those carved on the window. Like a face that is extremely one by one, I am watching the final dialogue between the monarchs and the monarchs.

"You are dying, but you are not willing to let you die easily." The emperor was pale and stunned, like a **** who was strong and angered. Indifference and calmness said: "I want to take you to the midday gate. You want to let you be naked before the people, you want to let the people of the world know. Your old black dog is a monk without a **, is an ancestor The sorrowful shame of the ancestors... I want to make the eyes of countless people stare between your thighs, and see how you blame the thief, how to use the meat of the legs to construct these Viciously conspiring."

The words of Qing Emperor are very light, but with endless grievances, endless humiliation, and endless anger. He said indifferently: "I want to kill you with a thousand knives, and to let the people of the whole country celebrate the country." Bite the meat out of your body bit by bit, then bury your skull next to the three major squares, let you watch how you killed her first, kill you again, and then use her to stay. The things that kill the mountains and rivers, dominate the world, and achieve the foundation of the world."

"Hey, let you know, you can kill you, you have to let your eyes look at it all, but there is no way, let you cry, struggle, regret..."

The emperor's face was getting paler and paler, his voice was getting calmer and calmer, his eyes were getting more and more empty, and he was less and less like a living person.

Chen Pingping, who is sitting in a black wheelchair, is also very pale. He knows that the gene of the madman is also circulating in the blood of the emperor's majesty. He also knows how the imperial man will face the end of his horrible anger.

The two monarchs, separated from each other's hearts by their own words, cut each other's blood, and there was no perfect place on the body. Like two pale ghosts, they swallow each other's souls.

Chen Pingping slowly and painfully placed the cup on the ground, then held the front end of the wheelchair armrest with both hands, the elbows as the axis, and the two arms rested calmly and comfortably on the black and smooth armrests. He didn't think about anything, just repeating the habitual movements that repeated countless times over the years.

His gaze once again passed over the pale face of the emperor, the thin and powerful shoulders, looking straight at the wall behind the royal study, it seems to see through the wall, directly saw the small building in the harem, saw the portrait On the portrait, the back of the woman in the yellow shirt is extremely lonely, watching the scene of the Dajiang Wanmin repairing the embankment at the foot of the mountain. It has been speechless for a long time.

Chen Pingping has been speechless for a long time. He thought to himself in his heart, so it would be fine. This is fine.

"Small leaves?" His lips had a strange smile, and it seemed that the appearance of the little girl was emerging in the air behind the royal study.

The little girl looked at herself with distress and asked, "Are you really an eunuch? Then we are sisters, what should we do?"

His Majesty the Emperor heard the three words that Chen Pingping had said, the small leaves... This name has been hidden in his heart for many years. The name is like a singularity, and he always keeps him free, although he can never think of it for a long time. However, once I found out that I had not forgotten that face, that person would come out in a flat, with a trace of doubt, a trace of sadness, and looked at myself with a trace of disdain.

He subconsciously followed Chen Pingping's gaze slightly, and then he heard a loud noise.

A bang! In the royal study, the wind was raging, and the two guns filled with powerful power, iron sand, and steel **** violently rushed to the body of Qingdi.

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