The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 465 Dream Mirror (V)

His body completely collapsed.

The medicine stone is useless.

His body was deteriorating day by day, and he was overwhelmed by countless old wounds and hidden wounds left behind. In every cold and humid weather, those clammy pains were like his most powerful enemy, making him exhausted.

He knew that he might not live long.

When it was snowing again, he was wrapped in a thick fox fur and sat by the stove, looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, thinking of the girl in the palace who loved red plums. Hongmei, that girl has never come to see her.

never had...

She is so heartless!

She was so heartless that she wanted him to die, she charged him with the crime of treason, and made him suffer all the tortures in prison, life would be worse than death.

She regarded him as a powerful minister and guarded against him everywhere, and she never believed him, even if he had been successful in saving him, even if he had never disobeyed any of her orders, she had never given him a smile.

She smiled sweetly in front of other men, but she always left him with an indifferent figure.

He raised his hand to cover his sour eyes, thinking almost blankly, is it worth it for him?
Why on earth did he continue to persevere, why did he continue to live, endured this dilapidated body, and refused to fall down?

He asked himself over and over again...

In the end, he told himself that he still wanted to see that girl, he told himself that he wanted to protect that girl, to protect her from any harm, he could not leave trouble for her, even if he died, he would leave it for her A world of peace and prosperity.

In the plum grove in the Imperial Garden, he played a song called Feng Qiuhuang for her.

He told her that he liked her for a long time.

From the throbbing when we first met, to staying with her day and night at the end, she was his obsession that he couldn't let go of. He held the boundless for her, and he was willing to be the sword in her hand. He bowed his head in front of her.

He was finally reluctant.

When he fainted in Merlin, he still couldn't help thinking, if one day he died, would this cold and heartless girl feel a little bit of reluctance?
Later he knew that this girl would also be reluctant to give up because of his departure, but he would rather that she would remain so unfeeling.

Life passed by little by little, and the dark sky that once made him panic seemed to envelope him again. His consciousness was blurred, and the pictures in front of him seemed to be messy and intertwined. When he was conscious again, he followed the girl.

She doesn't know he exists.

No one knew of his existence.

He saw that girl was fierce and decisive, that she possessed the wrist of an emperor, and he saw her sitting in the court and dispatching troops.

She strategized and won a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

He always stayed by her side, couldn't leave her, couldn't let her go.

It seems that just looking at her silently like this is a rare peace of mind for him.

Yet he cannot touch her.

It was cold, and he wanted to add a dress for her, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch her frail, and no one dared to persuade her.

There was no one else who dared to intervene in her decision.

He silently watched her go up and down day by day, she handles the government affairs every day, she sits in the court, and controls the situation of the world from afar, all the people kneel at her feet, like all living beings worship gods.

(End of this chapter)