Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (6)
Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (6)
As a crippled person, Yin * knew that in his entire life, he could only die of old age here. She was not qualified to see the emperor, and the emperor would not come to pick her up again. It took her thirteen years to figure this out.
But she will be with him until she dies, flesh and blood. So after digging up the emperor's bones, she also took out her own bones.
Starting from her legs, it was such a piercing, hopeless but sobering pain that she shivered and made a rough lute out of these bones. She also pulled out her own tendons to make strings - but such a lute smelled **** and could not play any sound, and then she slowly died holding the lute.
What Yin * did before her death was enough to shock the world. She killed the king, and she was mortified. At that time, the soul of the emperor stood on the side. He did not leave for a long time after Yin * died. Even he himself doesn't know why. When he realized it, he came back to life inexplicably, with his beloved Queen Zhou lying beside him.
Then he spent several months thinking about it. In the end, he still couldn't control his inner desire. He went to the cold palace to bring Yin * out, give her glory and restore her status as a noble concubine, but - but he still did not Know why you are doing this.
Now that she's also reborn, the emperor doesn't even understand why they torture each other.
Returning to Jucui Palace, Yin* went to rest. During the rest, she still held her pipa. The emperor had seen the prototype of this pipa, but did not know how she made it so perfect. The bones on it belonged to the two of them, which seemed to represent something in the dark.
Even if the pipa is perfect, how did she bring it into this life? There are many doubts about it, but the emperor really can't understand.
Of course he didn't understand it. He had never been to Naihe, nor jumped off the Wangchuan River, nor had he experienced thousands of years of suffering. How could he understand?
No one in the world understands.
Those who don't feel pain enough and don't feel important are not Yin*. The one who is really stuck in the pain and can't break free is Yin *, not anyone else, no matter whether she breaks free or falls, no one can save her, and no one is qualified to put a beak on her.
This is her choice, her destiny, and a destiny bestowed by God, neither refusal nor resistance is allowed.
I feel this kind of thing, do you think it's enough to just say it with your mouth? Haven't experienced the same thing, how can you say liberation?
As long as you are surrounded by suffering, you will feel the pain until your soul is torn apart, and then you will understand that it is better to die than to live, and to be wiped out is better than the reincarnation of the six realms.
Yin* curled up on the bed, she didn't like to lie down and sleep, it made her feel very insecure. Pipa was also perched in her arms at the moment, quietly and without any change. Even in her deep sleep, her hands were still unconsciously rubbing in the pipa. When she went to Naihe after her death, she took the pipa and jumped off the Wangchuan River. The pipa was not a living thing, and she was safe and sound in Wangchuan. Weak, afraid of everything, but still working hard for the pipa.
Just because that was the only connection between her and the emperor, they were entwined with bones, and they had this silent pipa. Later, she couldn't leave again. Maybe one day she put down the emperor and couldn't put down this pipa.
She wants to completely lock the emperor's soul into the pipa and let him stay with her forever.
Lock up his deceit and betrayal, lock up his ruthlessness and cruelty, lock up his justification and feelings, and she belongs to her completely.
There will never be another Zhou Baolin, Queen Zhou, and no need for a prince or princess, just him, her, and each other's bones.
This is her long-cherished wish.
She doesn't need him to assure herself or believe in eachother, she just needs to hold him firmly in her hands. Maybe she doesn't even care whether he loves her or not, as long as she has him, Yin will be satisfied.
Yin* is sleeping soundly, she doesn't have a strong desire for anything now, and if she wants to get it, she knows she will get it. Before that, she wondered why the emperor didn't kill her after being reborn, but now she doesn't care that much. Whether he kills her or not, it is the emperor's choice and his own brand new destiny.
But when she opened her eyes, the emperor was sleeping beside her.
So nice, so quiet, and no one around.
If she wants to kill him, she can start now, he has absolutely no ability to resist the reborn Yin*, the most important thing is that Yin*, who studied medicine in the second world, can now perfectly take the Under the emperor's bones without damage.
In this way, the lute should become more perfect. Then she could take the Emperor's soul for herself so that he would never leave her again.
But... at present, she can't have the energy to do it. Yin * didn't understand what happened to her. She looked at the emperor quietly and put her hand on his chest.
The chest under the palm of the hand is thick and strong, and the heartbeat is strong, pounding and pounding. But the dug out heart won't beat, even if her hands are fast, she can only maintain the beat for a moment, and then there is a pungent **** smell left.
How... how could this be.
Yin* touched and touched the chest with nostalgia, until the emperor's joking voice came from above his head: "What is Susu doing?"
She looked up, the emperor's mouth had a smile, and his eyebrows had no other meaning. It seemed that she was really only amused by her touch. Yin* was a little puzzled, how could this happen? It stands to reason... the emperor should be afraid that he is very afraid. Even if he is taken out of the cold palace for some reason, he should not be so gentle, and he should not be so bold to sleep beside her.
Why would he do this?
For Yin*, this is a difficult question to answer, but for the emperor, his focus is completely different from that of Yin*. If he really wanted to ask, he didn't know why he wasn't afraid that this woman would kill him again, maybe he knew deep down. As long as he lives up to her, even if the whole world becomes his enemy one day, she will stand by his side unswervingly and never give up.
But because the relationship is so deep and long, it can't stand betrayal and deception.
He touched Yin*'s face, and his voice was soft and low: "It's my fault, I...will not be able to do it in the future."
The warm palms caressed the cheeks, very comfortable, like a feather flicking gently, the whole heart was comforted. Yin * subconsciously rubbed his small face against the palm of the emperor's palm, and after a while, he said, "The sage treats me badly."
Hypocrisy is the most hurtful.
"I will change." The emperor said, bowing his head and kissing Yin*'s cheek, "Give me a chance, let's start from scratch."
Starting from scratch?
Yin* thought about these four words a long time ago. But she has never been successful. It is too easy to talk about, but it is another matter to actually do it.
As a result, everyone in the palace knew that the sage and the imperial concubine were reconciled as before.
Yin* is very clear, reconciliation is reconciliation, but as before...not necessarily.
For this situation, Queen Zhou, who has been quiet all the time, is anxious. The sage has not come to her Fengyi Palace for many days, and has all stayed with the **** in Jucui Palace. How could this be? The saint said that she was his wife! What is that **** who has been put into the cold palace for several years!
That's why she especially wanted to meet the emperor. The emperor didn't want to see her, but Empress Zhou relied on his past favor and rushed into the imperial study. Seeing him, tears fell: "Sheng What's going on here! Don't you want to see your concubine like this!"
The emperor put down the cinnabar pen in his hand, stared at Queen Zhou, and said lightly: "I have been busy with government affairs these days..."
"How busy is the Holy One, so busy that I don't even have time to accompany the three of us to have a meal!" Queen Zhou wiped away her tears. She has a weak personality and likes to act like a spoiled child. Yin* is quite different. On weekdays, the sage felt distressed when she saw her weeping, but today she didn't react at all, so Empress Zhou had to think that Yin * said something behind his back.
If Yin* is not that kind of person—a person who has been in the cold palace for three years, and has tasted the warmth and warmth of the world, who can guarantee that she will remain the same?
Therefore, Queen Zhou's thoughts passed quickly like a revolving lantern. She just wanted to invite the emperor to her Fengyi Palace tonight, so there is no better excuse than a child. "Both children want to be holy, and concubines... also want to be emperor."
She was as young and beautiful as she was when she was a young girl, and she even made her a little more charming and coquettish because she had given birth to a child. The emperor looked at her but was not moved by her, and asked her for a while: "Zheng'er is also your child, You ignore him too much."
Empress Zhou's face stiffened, "The concubine has been busy taking care of the other two children these days, but she has neglected Zheng'er. The sage has to pay more attention. This child is too naughty, and the concubine can't say anything. Listening, it is still inseparable from the teaching of the Holy One.”
The emperor sighed softly. He didn't say that he would go at night, or that he would not go, but said, "You can step back. I'll talk about it when I'm done."
Empress Zhou has yet to say more, the emperor has already devoted himself to the memorial. She knew the emperor, and in his heart, nothing was more important than Jiangshan Sheji, and even she would not dare to touch the emperor's evil scales.
When Empress Zhou stepped down, the emperor's expression became more and more obscure. The light came in, sprinkled on the ground, formed a strange light, and cast a clear shadow on his face.
Empress Zhou and Concubine Yin were pregnant with a dragon child, but they happened to be premature at the age of seven months, all because they were framed by other concubines in the harem. It's just that the endings of the two were different. Concubine Yin's child was born, and Empress Zhou's child, with already formed features, died.
The eldest prince is the child of Concubine Yin.