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Son of Heaven with the Flame of Virtue
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1. Master of the Land
During the Han Dynasty, the imperial relative Prince of Guangling returned from his training at the Yinyuan Pavilion and took over the Embroidery Tower and the coveted throne, wearing the prince's crown with a slender figure and a face like a beautiful woman. He stood in front of the young emperor, looking down at the courtiers, and everyone in the capital knew that the new Guangling King had a close relationship with the young emperor.
When Liu Bian was found by Guangling King, he was lying on the thousand-year-old tree trunk, with a glass of colored glaze wine slipping from his hand and shattering at Guangling King's feet, making the moonlight shimmer. He couldn't see her gaze, only hearing a soft sigh. Liu Bian wondered, what was she sighing about? Was she resentful that I let go of this coveted kingdom, or that I couldn't do well as the Master of the Land? Or perhaps...
Liu Bian originally wanted to be stubborn for a while and then get up, but then he heard Guangling King say, "Your Majesty, come down."
Your Majesty? Such a unfamiliar title. It's understandable to be called that in the court because everyone is an outsider, but why should it be like this in private? Liu Bian didn't want to answer, so he pretended to be asleep, but he heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of branches and leaves rubbing, and then a heavy fox fur was draped over him, carrying a particularly familiar scent and lingering body temperature.
She asked softly, "What are you sulking about?"
Liu Bian thought, I should hate her, hate her for leaving me, hate her for not writing back, hate her for addressing me as "Your Majesty" so formally. But then I can't help but wonder, have we really become so distant as ruler and subject?
Suddenly, the branches gently sank down, but no matter how wide the tree branches were, they couldn't support two adults. So Guangling King slightly leaned to the side and embraced me, patting Liu Bian's back lightly, just like when he would wake up in the middle of the night in his childhood.
Liu Bian's fingertips hooked Guangling King's hair that had been disheveled by the branches and said, "Tell me a story, Guangling King."
Guangling King After a long silence, he slowly said "good," and his calm voice slowly told the story to Liu Bian's ear. When the story reached the part about liking to sleep with the moon shining bright every night, Liu Bian couldn't control his tears anymore. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, biting his lip to stifle any sound, but his trembling shoulders gave him away. She didn't stop talking, just continued with the story. A small storybook, yet it summarized a lifetime of pain.
Guangling King, the word "love" is too heavy, it makes me breathless, but your embrace makes me feel light, freeing me from all constraints. I only hold onto your hand, eloping with you to the ends of the earth.
Liu Bian thought, in the past, the pressure of the arm on the throat made breathing difficult, tears soaked the golden eyes, leaving only memories. Now there is an answer.
Leaving only memories? You and I.
2. Wenquwei
No matter what I do in the palace, there is always a large group of stern guards around me, making me feel a headache just by looking at their faces. Even when I'm just trimming the flowers and plants in the imperial garden, they never leave my side.
The umbrella-holding palace maid, the guarding soldiers, and the humble little yellow gatekeeper following behind. Liu Bian carefully examined the flower branches in front of him with scissors in hand, listening to the scout by Guangling King's side reporting that Guangling King had recently acquired a new deputy officer named Fu Rong. The little yellow gatekeeper took the portrait and unfolded it for Liu Bian to carefully observe. The young man in the painting had long tied-up hair, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, exuding a heroic aura even in the portrait.
The scissors in his hand continued to delicately trim the withered branches and leaves. Liu Bian's expression seemed unchanged, but the onlookers felt that the young man's mood was turning sour.
A solemn atmosphere lingered, like a thin rope tightening around everyone's necks, until Liu Bian casually asked, "Who is more handsome, me or the man in the painting?"
Only then did everyone collectively breathe a sigh of relief and kneel down, saying in unison, "Your Majesty possesses the true appearance of a dragon!"
Liu Bian snorted, looking quite pleased as he handed down an edict, appointing Fu Rong as the Wenqu wei of Embroidery Tower, and rewarding him with one hundred taels of gold. However, his scissors slipped, and the hibiscus head fell to the ground. This sight left everyone trembling in fear.
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