[Politics] Empty Cicada

Chapter 10

When Han Fei opened his eyes again, he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

All he could remember, apart from the pain in his body that almost made him lose consciousness, was Ying Zheng's crazy and tyrannical face.

The clothes were torn to shreds, the body was opened to an unbearable angle, and the half-conscious, struggling hands were tied with long hairbands and hung on the head of the bed.

One after another, it was ruthlessly penetrated, like a red-hot iron, sent deep into the body time and time again.

He was burned all over his body.

"No more? I can't tolerate you not wanting..."

He kept vomiting blood, the strong smell of blood mixed with the saltiness of sweat and the bitterness of rain. In the dull and dark bedroom, damp moss grew from the ground and spread deep in his heart.

The side face caught in a sticky, fishy and sweet, gradually immersed, sank, suffocated, until it rotted.

The night is too long, but there is still a trace of sobriety in the soul, just wanting to get out of this dirty body.

In the early morning, the light like golden threads penetrated from the window, and the ground was covered with red and broken pieces, piercing into the eyes like burning.

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

He looked at the totem above his head. Above the lingering smoke, the neighing phoenix bird was covered with burning flames, and it was wiped out in ashes in the vast sky.

Never reborn from the ashes, only kindling.

The corner of his mouth tugged slightly, and the severe pain in his chest made him unable to smile wryly.

Even the body completely lost its strength.

He was still bound by a soft cloth, and his naked body trembled in the cool air.He pulled lightly, and his whole body was numb and tingling.

Ying Zheng's frivolous voice came from beside his ears: Are you awake?

He is still smiling, he is always smiling, as if he holds everything in his palm, he smiles as it should be.

He gently tore off the soft cloth, half-embraced him like a child, stroked his satin-like skin, and whispered in his ear: Does the chest still hurt?

Han Fei followed his gaze to his chest, and the word "Zheng" dripping with blood was shocking.

So the familiar smell of blood rushed to his throat again.

His heart had long been numb, and he slowly closed his eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

But those terrifying voices insisted on hovering in his mind, refusing to grant a moment of peace.

"This is stabbed by the widow himself, do you still like it?"

"You don't love the widow? The widow will engrave himself on your heart."

"In the future, whenever I see you by chance, seeing this word is like hearing you call my widow's name."

"The widow was reluctant to chain you up, so he ordered someone to pierce silver needles into several of your acupuncture points."

"In this way, in the future, you won't even be able to hold a wine glass, and you won't even be able to seek death..."

The friendly tone, the gentle smile, but the coldness was merciless.

Han Fei bit his lips tightly, and the warm blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth. Ying Zheng saw it, and picked up the silk handkerchief beside the bed unhurriedly, and wiped it carefully while gently He said in a soothing voice: the widow has already fed the requiem pill to the husband, if the husband is angry, you can spit it out.

Han Fei opened his eyes, and with the last bit of strength left, he grabbed a corner of Sibo and stopped him. Those countless words of hatred came to his mouth, but only three breaths were left. words:

kill me……

Ying Zheng...killed me...

The sound was as thin as a mosquito, but Ying Zheng could hear it clearly. He smiled, hugged him tightly, and said in surprise: How can I be willing to kill my husband.

After all, her eyes became cold in an instant, and there was a chill between her lips and teeth: Besides, what qualifications does a male favorite have to decide his own life and death?

Even though the eyebrows are still calm and breezy.

But the paranoid smile on his mouth, with an innate sense of terror, was very familiar after a long absence, just like when Han Fei woke up on this bed five years ago.

But he was never reborn.

Today, everything is a foregone conclusion.

When Han Fei closed his eyes again, he only asked him one question:

Do you only let me go when I die?

Ying Zheng bent down, caressing his pale face, and said in a low voice: Sir once said that you have glimpsed your own death in the long river... But what I want to tell you is that you will not die, sir. Together with the widow, they will live forever.

It looks gentle, but it is as cruel as drinking blood and eating bones.

He stuck it to his ear, repeating over and over again, like a mantra:

From now on, life after life, Mr. will not be separated from the widow...

"The widow killed all those musicians and buried them in the palace wall of Abang Palace."

"The widow knew that the husband liked it, so he buried all the musicians in the world together."

"In the future, when you are in Abang Palace, you can also hear those moving music from time to time."

……

"You don't need Lu Sheng to tell you, it only took three days for the widow to wipe out the kingdom of Yan."

"The blood flowed into the sea, and no one was left behind."

"The next one is Chu State."

……

"Mi Qi, he actually betrayed the widow and refused to give way to the widow's army!"

"For you... and for you again!"

"Mi Qi...Xiang Yan...the widow wants them to pay the price one by one!"

……

"Do you know why the water in the Yellow River is red?"

"It took seven days and seven nights to kill 50 prisoners of war from Chu State."

"That magnificent scene, I really want my husband to see it together."

……

"Mister's ambition, the widow has already realized it for him."

"From now on, wherever people and birds go, it is the dynasty of the widow, the people of the widow."

"Sir is also a widow's, and Mr. is a widow's life after life..."

Clouds of white mist flowed slowly around him, and he couldn't see the way and direction clearly. What is this place?

Han Fei opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying down in the bath that night, with the warm spring water gently caressing his skin.In a daze, he couldn't help thinking that this was originally a dream, was it a dream?

He lifted his hand out of the warm water, but saw that he was holding a cold iron object in his hand. He took a closer look and found that it was Xiaoyun's hairpin. When he was surprised, his body was hugged tightly by both hands, and he fell into the trap. In the warm embrace, he whispered softly in his ear: My heart is here, if you want it, come and take it...

Involuntarily, he stabbed the icy silver hairpin deeply into his chest, but an indescribable pain came from his chest.

The severe pain made him almost out of breath, he covered his mouth, looked down, and saw that the silver hairpin had pierced his chest, and the name on his chest was dripping with blood.

When he raised his head again, he saw the black River of Forgetfulness in front of him, boundless, connecting the sky and the earth.

By the Santu River, manzhu is like smoke, and the underworld calls back souls.

The souls of the dead are indifferent, thousands of miles away.

He staggered two steps forward, then stopped again.

Where is he going?

Where can I go?

When he was hesitating, in an instant, there was a loud noise behind him. Looking back, the palace collapsed, the rivers and mountains swayed, and immediately after that, there was a slowly clear figure from the flying sand and rocks. He screamed with anger and despair:

Where are you going!

Life after life, you are mine!

I will never let you go forever!

From then on, day and night, he will be eaten by nightmares.

Qin Wangzheng 25 years, autumn.

When Gai Nie saw Ying Zheng again, he was standing on a high ground above the Yellow River, looking at the long river rolling in front of him.

Hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war were sacrificed here.

He was silent with his back to him, and he didn't speak.

The terrifying man in front of him had long since violated those original intentions of justice and became a bloodthirsty demon.

That being the case, he will not stay any longer.

He bid him farewell.

With the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, he poured a jug of turbid wine into the Yellow River.

The momentum of the Yellow River swallows the sky and covers the earth.

The strong wind rolled up the sandy soil all over the sky, the yellow sand was misty, and it was chaotic.

When he turned around, he poured another glass of wine and handed it to Ge Nie.

Gai Nie took the wine cup and said: "The king will level the Liuhe, the merit will cover the emperor, the marsh and the cattle and horses, Gai Nie should drink this cup."

Ying Zheng said: "I have the world, and I follow the hearts of the people. Why should I go?"

Gai Nie said: Now that the world is under the control of the king, why should the king worry...

Ying Zheng stopped him in a cold voice: In your heart, you are still scolding me after all.

Gai Nie looked at the blue sky in front of him, the muddy yellow river water, tens of thousands of giant dragons with claws and claws, tearing spirits and chewing meat, what caught his eyes was clearly scarlet red.

It's just that the quicksand is ruthless, the flood is drinking blood, and the present moment is always the moment of the winner.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said: Your Majesty dyed the Yellow River red with one hand, and squeezed blood out of Mr. Han Fei's heart with the other hand, just as your Majesty wished.

Ying Zheng said: Some people are destined to sacrifice.

The strong wind blew the robes of the two of them rattling, their hair was disheveled in the strong wind, his lips were cold, but there was a desolate smile on his face: from the very beginning, I did nothing wrong.

Gai Nie didn't answer, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He walked decisively without leaving a word.

The damp cage, the bottomless black water, the buzzing of flies and insects, and the faint green light in the mouse's eyes.The dense moisture in the ground is mixed with the smell of sour and rotten.

The person lying in the corner, his legs soaked in the sewage, had already rotted away.If it weren't for the twitching of the fingers from time to time, people would think it was a rotting corpse.

After that night, he narrowly escaped death.

"The widow will not kill you, because you are still useful."

So he was imprisoned here for five years.

When he was brought out by the jailer, his dry eyes, which hadn't seen the sun for a long time, couldn't distinguish the person in front of him for a while.

He exuded a rotten and stench all over his body. Who would have known that he was actually the Order of the Lu Mansion who was favored by the court at the time, and even the current Prime Minister Li Si respected him somewhat.

Favored ministers and prisoners, in one thought.

What he saw when he looked up was Ying Zheng sitting on a high throne, overlooking all living beings and everything, with the same cold eyes as before.

Five years passed, as if a lifetime had passed.

But the figure like the breeze and moon in his memory never dissipated from his mind for a moment.

Ying Zheng's icy voice woke him up from his still warm memory: Lu Fu Ling, I have fulfilled my wish and finally settled Liuhe.

The numb legs could no longer support him, so Lu Sheng sat down tremblingly, opened his eyes reluctantly, and stared at the mighty king who ruled the world.

The voice is faint and inaudible: Congratulations, Your Majesty...

Ying Zheng said, "You know me, why did you let me out?"

Lu Sheng shook his head.

Ying Zheng said: A long time ago, you said that there is a medicine... that can make people forget all the painful past, forget who they are, and the moment they wake up, they will be a brand new person...

He read more and more lightly, halfway through speaking, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes darkened.After pondering for a while, he stepped down from the throne, walked slowly in front of Lu Sheng, bent down, and said in a low voice: Now, I have only one wish...

Lu Sheng trembled violently, his eyes looked at the emperor in front of him in horror, and he finally saw clearly.

What leaked out of that grief was obviously terrifying blood!

Lu Sheng was shaking like chaff, and the color of his lips faded: No...no...there is no such medicine...ever...

A sneer appeared on Ying Zheng's lips: Is that so...

He lifted his head and turned his head to the door: As I said, I have long disliked you alchemists...

He lowered his voice viciously: See, these are all the so-called warlocks in the world, and among them, there should be your siblings...

Seeing his terrified appearance, the smile on his mouth became more apparent: I just felt that the foundation of the high platform was too soft, and these hundreds of thousands of alchemists just filled the foundation for me. Master Lu, what do you think?

Grinning like a devil.

In Ying Zheng's hands, he was twisted into a ridiculous angle, dry tears welled up: Your Majesty...do you really want such a gentleman?What is the difference between such a gentleman and an empty shell?

Ying Zheng shouted in a low voice: I don't want to make him suffer anymore, what do you know!

His mouth full of sores broke into a bitter smile: From the beginning to the end, His Majesty was only for himself, never for a moment, thinking about Mr.

But that smile clearly contained a bit of sarcasm.

What is there to fear about the dead?

In retaliation, his head was suddenly lightened, and Ying Zheng threw him to the ground.

Ying Zheng stood up, and said emphatically, "Damn those warlocks."

For a while, the sound of wailing and weeping was endless, like a ghost crying at night, and anyone who heard it would be horrified.

It's just that the coldness in Ying Zheng's words is more frightening than those sounds of death: You don't care about so many lives, and I don't care, but I want you to know that if you don't give it, I will get it.

He looked down at him, as if looking at a dirty maggot, he let out a contemptuous snort, and flung his sleeves away.

The heavy palace door was slowly closed, isolating him from those painful voices.

It was like shutting him out of the door of the cold palace every night.

It's midsummer again.

It was not yet dawn.

Han Fei had that dream again.

In the dream, the warm spring breeze and the peach blossoms are ten miles away.

There was a white-haired man drinking wine under the flowers.

Seeing him approaching gradually, he raised his eyes and asked: Why did you come here?

Han Fei looked down at him, but he still couldn't remember this person in his mind.

He sat down, the sake was clear and sweet, so he greedily drank two glasses.

It's just that the taste of this wine is somewhat familiar, which reminded him of something, and when he thought about it carefully, his head hurt even more.

He wanted to ask, but didn't know where to start.

The breeze is gentle, and the falling flowers are burning.

His thin lips moved, but his face gradually blurred.

He never heard what he said.

When he looked up again, the man had disappeared, leaving nothing but flowers falling on the ground.

Looking at those Luohongs, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.But suddenly, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

The voice penetrated time and space, and drifted from all directions. Before he realized it, he fell into a suffocating tenderness.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The lingering sound in the dream was originally the gentle whispering in the ear.

Ying Zheng sat up, stroked his sweaty forehead, there was a hint of worry between his brows, and he asked softly: Did you have a nightmare again?

Han Fei shook his head, gently covered the back of his hand, and replied softly: It's still early, Your Majesty can sleep a little longer.

Ying Zheng smiled, held his hand instead, and kissed it on his lips: It's almost morning time.

Han Fei nodded slightly, and was about to get up, but Ying Zheng held him down, leaned over and kissed his soft lips: You continue to sleep.

After finishing speaking, he got up lightly and walked slowly to the cubicle, where the court lady changed the court clothes and crown for him. When he came back, he saw that Han Fei had already dressed and was waiting for him by the window.

There was a glimmer of light in the sky.

He stepped forward, put his arms around his waist, and asked him in a low voice: Why aren't you sleeping?

Han Fei leaned into his arms and said softly: Please listen, Your Majesty.

Ying Zheng asked: What are you listening to?

Han Fei said: "Sound of cicadas."

Ying Zheng said softly: These summer bugs are disturbing your cleanliness again, I really should order someone to catch them all.

Han Fei shook his head, looked up at him and said, "It would be a bit lonely if there were no cicadas singing in this scorching summer."After all, there's nothing else they can do but sing, can't they?

Ying Zheng's figure froze slightly, he looked down into his clear and gentle eyes, and gently raised the corners of his mouth: You are right.

He gently covered his chest, and pressed his profile against his somewhat cold forehead, but Han Fei stroked the thick brocade satin on his sleeve and laughed softly.

Ying Zheng asked: What's the matter?

Han Fei said: "This scorching day, His Majesty wears so many clothes, it doesn't necessarily feel hot."

Ying Zheng also laughed: It's hot, why not.

He closed his eyes, and continued: But Mr. said, I am the emperor, and everyone in the world will set an example for me, from inside to outside, there must be no sloppy...

When he said this, he looked like a child who was ordered to endorse, and there was a trace of distress in his tone.

Han Fei stopped him with a smile: You just know.

But he hugged him even tighter: But I can't wait to leave those political affairs behind and stay with you in Abang Palace every day...

When he said this, it was accompanied by the ringing of the morning bell, and what he said later was also covered by those ringing.

Han Fei said: Don't talk nonsense, be careful that people hear the joke.

Ying Zheng said: "If you hear it, you will hear it."

When the clock rang for the last time, he leaned forward like a child, and put his face against him cutely. Han Fei smiled and sighed, and kissed him on the cheek.

Accompanied by the sound of cicadas chirping, the heavy palace gate slowly opened.

The morning sun shines for the first time, and slowly through the clouds, the sky gradually brightens.

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