Flowers fly and fall flowers spend the spring, and scatter the afternoon and take a break.

The old man in white dragon uniform was lying on a recliner and sleeping soundly on a recliner.

Suddenly, a flying pear petal fell on the corner of the old man's eyes. The old man's eyelids moved slightly, as if a beautiful dream was disturbed, so his eyes slowly opened.

He reached out and brushed away the petal, and then touched the corner of his eyes.

"sigh!"

"Everything is gone, why should I disturb myself?" The old man showed a helpless smile.

Suddenly, the old man felt a feeling. He lifted up the flowers, birds, fish and insects around him to hollow out the wolf hair. The little eunuch around him understood the ink. The old man dipped ink on the inkstone and sprinkled it on the white rice paper with interest.

Little Stories

In my dream, I met an old person under the tree, but when I turned my head, I became empty.

If there is no regret in the world, the pear blossoms will fall all over the red mountains.

No regrets? Can there really be no regrets in the world?

The old man stopped writing and stared blankly at the things he wrote in front of him.

Whether I regret or not, I have made my promise, but the price is too high...

The old man closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he was trapped in some bad memories.

Sigh... Forget it. If I don't sacrifice, wouldn't I have gone through this in vain? My descendants of China have already paved the way for you, and you will leave behind it yourself...

"What a good poem, what a good poem! This hymn poem comes out of no poem in the world!"

The eunuch next to him stretched out his neck and saw the content on the white paper. He ignored it and gave a thumbs up and quickly flattered.

"Oh? Can you tell the meaning?" The old man seemed to have some interest.

"I don't dare." The little eunuch knelt on the ground and prostrated himself.

"Say! I am not a violent king. Could it be that I will kill you just because of a few words?" the old man smiled.

"Abide by the order!" The little eunuch bowed respectfully, then got up from the ground.

In fact, he wanted to give himself dozens of big mouths now

Let you talk too much! Let you talk too much!

Not a monarch of violent evil? Yes! You are indeed not a monarch of violent evil. Your Majesty is easy to say anything else, but there is only one thing that cannot be done, that is, no one can disobey what you say, and no one can refute it. Otherwise, the fertile bones under the imperial prison are the best proof.

"Report to Your Majesty, I'm brave enough to tell you my opinion." The little eunuch carefully

"I think Your Majesty's poem is used by the scenery to express my longing for my old friends."

"These two sentences should be inspired by Your Majesty's feelings. Your Majesty worked hard all his life and built a huge territory for our Ming Dynasty. The meaning is similar to turning into spring mud to protect flowers. Your Majesty is truly the emperor of the ages, but compared with the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, no! He should be given the three emperors and surpassed the Five Emperors, Your Majesty!"

The little eunuch bent down and kept flattering the old man.

"Ha." The old man glanced at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't heard of such a clumsy flattery for a long time.

At this moment, an old eunuch who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked like a large manager quickly walked to the emperor with a handful of dust in his hand, kneeling down to salute.

"Get up." The old man moved his mouth.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The old eunuch stood up and bowed his body in front of the old man, looking at the old man's boots without any interest.

"Is there anything wrong?" The old man held a large brush and gestured something on a piece of white rice paper.

"Report to Your Majesty, the British envoys and the Spanish envoys fought in the Sifang Pavilion." The old eunuch replied with his hands.

"No matter what, let them go, I want to see how many lives they can kill." The old man's eyes were still not disturbed by the news at all, but he felt a little expectant to watch the fun in his heart.

I hope you make me happy, otherwise I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, then someone will be in pain for fun.

"Abide by the order!" The old eunuch stood beside the old man with his hands hanging down.

The old man gestured twice on the paper, and then began to dip ink and put his pen on this white rice paper.

Why is the Emperor

Everyone in the world said goodbye, but only after the throne of nine or five people knew about panic.

All alone has been living alone, but true love is not the emperor.

The old man sighed lightly, put down his pen and ink, and looked at his waves and couldn't help but shake his head gently.

"How?" the old man turned his head and turned slightly towards the old eunuch.

""A word tells the hardships of Your Majesty's life, and the old slave suddenly feels like a knife, Ah! Your Majesty!"

When I was talking about it, I saw the old eunuch kneeling heavily on his knees, regardless of the thick bluestone slabs underground. Then his eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

It was as if I was really moved by something to the point where I could not be more than enough.

The little eunuch standing beside him was so scared that he knelt on the ground, but in fact he was still a little confused.

What's going on? Why did I kneel down? The tears are flowing too fast. I am worthy of being the chief executive. It seems that I have a long way to learn.

"Wuwuwuwu..." The little eunuch secretly pinched the soft flesh on the inner side of his thighs, and his eyes instantly felt wet.

The old and the young were inexplicably sad. He suddenly felt very bored and everything was boring, which made him meaningless.

"Can your Majesty include these two hymns in the Ming Dynasty of Tomorrow? This will allow the people of the world to admire the hymns." The old eunuch stood up and bowed to ask for the imperial edict.

The old man glanced at the old eunuch, then looked down at the two pieces of paper that had not dried on the table.

Shaking his head: "Forget two small poems that don't enter the hall, people in Mingbao know that they should scold me."

Plop!

The old eunuch knelt down straight again, and then his forehead hit the ground hard.

"Your Majesty must not have this idea. All the people in the world admire Your Majesty's literary talent. Some newspapers even said that Your Majesty's literary talent is even more so that the poetic immortal Taibai.

His Majesty!

Who in the world doesn’t expect His Majesty’s hymns? These two hymns are a blessing for all people. You must not be left alone. Your Majesty!

I am asking you for the people who are looking forward to paying holy poems on behalf of the world!”

"His Majesty!"

"Dongdong!" The old eunuch kowtowed his head again on the heavy bluestone slabs.

He was heartbroken and thought that the person who owed him hundreds of thousands of dollars suddenly died.

Such an old man was speechless for a moment. How could he feel like a famous figure in history?

Who is it? Why is the memory so far away...

Oh, by the way, it's him!

The guy who calls himself the old man, Qianlong!

The genius who wrote more than 40,000 poems in his life, but no one was remembered.

Well... a strange talent, an emperor who wrote poems that were almost comparable to those of Tang poems by a person.

"What's the difference between this move and Qianlong?" the old man nodded his head and cursed at the old eunuch.

As he said that, he laughed with his hands on his back.

"Qianlong?" A trace of doubt flashed in the old eunuch's eyes, but he pressed his mind and found this guy named "Qianlong" and could be remembered by His Majesty. Then this guy is simply Jian Zai's heart. He has a great future and must make a good relationship in advance.

Thinking of it, I held two pieces of rice paper in my hand, as if I was holding some rare treasure.

"Xiao Dezi, quickly summon all the imperial literati to build momentum for the hymns!" Seeing the old man leave the old eunuch, he immediately straightened his back and restored his majesty and eunuch in charge.

The old man walked in the garden, muttering at the falling flowers.

"Aisin Gioro...it seems that he has no blood in the world anymore. Qianlong... you have been suffering from blood for eighteen lifetimes when you met me, haha."

Why don't you call me me? That's because...
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