I want to do something big [fast travel]

Chapter 28

Zhong Wenzhuo returned from the battlefield.

Ten years later, he has truly become a pillar of the country, guarding the northern border of Daqing.

Before the army entered the city, Mu Jing specially called him to the palace, and the two had a great time talking about the past.

It is rare for Mu Jing to chat with others so happily.

Gu Yanqi came and went in a hurry, and there were only a few people who got along with him more. When he missed him, there was no one who could talk to him.

The conversation was full of excitement, so he simply asked someone to prepare a pen and paper, put it on the desk, and began to draw with ink.

Counting and calculating, he and Gu Yanqi had been together for less than five months, but ten years later, the other's face was deeply imprinted in his heart like a sculpture.

He raised his pen to draw the figure of that person, only to realize that he remembered it so deeply.

Right.

Who could forget people like Gu Yanqi?

Mu Jing seemed to have thought of something beautiful, and there was a little tenderness in his brows and eyes.

Even his pen seems to be able to feel this emotion.

Mu Jing put down his pen, and Zhong Wenzhuo looked at it.

He was surprised: "Your Majesty's painting is really like it!"

Gu Yanqi on the drawing paper is riding a white horse, with a long sword pinned to his waist, his long sleeves flipped in the air, and a wanton smile on his face.

He seemed to be jumping out of the paper.

Mu Jing looked at it for a while, then raised his hand to roll up the drawing paper.

"Why did you put it away, Your Majesty, let me take another look!"

Zhong Wenzhuo muttered behind him.

Mu Jing carefully put away the drawing paper and sent Zhong Wenzhuo many rewards before inviting him out.

The noon sun shines into the gate of Qianming Palace.

He turned his head and looked into the room, where the picture scroll of Gu Yanqi was neatly placed on the table.

Ten years have passed.

That person never woke up again.

Year after year, year after year.

Mu Jing looked up from the copybook, the eunuch was reporting to him the news that He Zhengqi was seriously ill.

He made a special trip to see this long-ago rival in love.

Hatred for this former subordinate once filled his chest, making him try to do something irrational.

But in the end, Mu Jing held back his emotions, and he dealt with everyone involved in the palace change, including the entire He family, except He Zhengqi.

In the deepest part of the prison of the Ministry of War, a great general with no arms is imprisoned.

When the lock on the prison door made a crisp sound, He Zhengqi barely opened his eyes.

"Mu Jing."

He spoke vaguely, as if regretting the result, and turned his head to look at the roof.

This once wise and mighty general has shrunk into an ugly little old man. He is in a state of embarrassment, and the clothes he is wearing are not very clean.

Mu Jing smelled the stench.

The smell probably came from He Zhengqi, it was the breath of dying.

He didn't care, observed the other party for a moment, and then said.

"I heard you were dying."

For a long while, He Zhengqi didn't answer.

Mu Jing didn't care, and continued: "When I came here, I just suddenly remembered that among the living people in this world, only you and I have the most contact with Yan Qi."

"If you die, I will lose another person who can remember Yan Qi together."

He Zhengqi's eyes lit up.

There was a look of sorrow in the godless pupils.

He opened his mouth, as if he was organizing his words, Mu Jing waited for a long time before he heard a voice.

"In my life... I have never regretted anything... only for Yan Qi..."

He Zhengqi paused, deep pain appeared in his eyes.

In this dark cell, he couldn't do anything, the past glory gradually faded, and he began to recall Gu Yanqi over and over again.

The unparalleled national scholar admired by the world was once his wife.

The more I recall, the more I miss it, and before I know it, it has become a demon.

On the day of the wedding, what was Gu Yanqi's expression?

What did Gu Yanqi do when he left the capital?

Can't remember.

He tried his best to remember, but couldn't think of more.

I only remember the night when I arrived in Yuecheng, Gu Yanqi walked into the banquet wearing a prison uniform and barefoot.

At that time, he was already thin and out of shape.

He Zhengqi recalled the five months together over and over again.

He still remembered the joy and anticipation that Gu Yanqi had shown back then, and he still remembered the stars shining in that person's eyes.

He also witnessed the shattering of those rays of light.

How nice it would be to go back in time.

He Zhengqi opened his mouth, a broken sound came out of his throat, and tears flowed down his dirty cheeks.

He wanted to go back in time.

They played the qin and zither in harmony, fighting on the battlefield with one person, and pointing out the mountains and rivers with the other, what a pleasant sight it was.

It has been 30 years, he has thought about it for 30 years, and studied for 30 years.

Gu Yanqi's name was carved into almost every stone brick in this cell, but that person never came back.

It's okay, whatever it is, he just wants to see that person again.

But when I dreamed back at midnight, I only remembered Gu Yanqi's falling figure like a bird with broken wings in the pain of breaking his arm.

Blood covered all his memories.

Mu Jing looked at him seriously.

He Zhengqi whimpered and said something, his shrunken body writhed on the bed like a wriggling worm.

No one could understand what he was talking about, except Mu Jing.

He also said that name in the middle of the night when no one was around.

Gu Yanqi.

He has left, but he is firmly engraved in the hearts of the living.

There is no way, such a person, such a smart, resolute and powerful person, whoever meets him, will not remember it for the rest of his life.

Mu Jing ignored He Zhengqi and let him struggle on the bed to die.

He walked out of the gloomy cell, and suddenly looked up to the sky.

The sun is setting, and it won't be long before the sky will darken.

Even if he is the emperor, he can't stop the sun from setting.

In a daze, Mu Jing wondered if it was time to find an heir.

He is not young, and Emperor Huizhe left at this age.

After 30 years of succeeding to the throne, the harem has always been empty, not to mention concubines, not even a beautiful girl.

Do you want a concubine now?

of course not.

Mu Jing summoned the eunuch beside him.

"Among the clan's children, those under the age of five are brought to the capital."

"Give them a school."

"I will often visit their studies."

The eunuch's waist seemed to be broken.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The school is open.

Dozens of descendants of the clan came and went.

No matter how Mu Jing chooses, she is not satisfied.

I always feel that this is too stupid, that is too stupid, neither stupid nor stupid, and I am unsatisfied with it.

Only when his hair was full of hair did he realize that he was running out of time.

"It's him."

Mu Jing finally made up his mind.

He finally chose a child who had studied for ten years. The child had a pair of bright black eyes, which looked very much like Gu Yanqi.

I hope he can be as intelligent and outstanding as Yan Qi, enough to prop up this empire.

Once this matter was over, Mu Jing let go of the last stone in her heart.

He began to teach the prince to handle state affairs, and slowly handed over the empire to the other party.

When the prince turned 20 years old, Mu Jing simply moved out of Qianming Palace, drinking tea and painting every day, very happy.

Suddenly one day, the surroundings are full of people.

Zhong Wenzhuo, Jing Zhongjin, the crown prince... more are imperial physicians in the palace.

Only then did he know that he fell ill in the imperial garden and had been in a coma for two days.

A certain premonition gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart, but Mu Jing remained calm.

He looked over the heads of the crowd and looked at the picture scroll he drew at that noon 40 years ago.

Although the figure in the painting is thin, there is a healthy blush on his cheeks. He holds the rein tightly and looks into the distance vigorously, as if alive, wanting to jump out of the painting.

Yes, like being alive.

Mu Jing suddenly felt that the person in the painting turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Yan Qi... Yan Qi...

The old emperor called softly.

He Zhengqi died, and everyone who had contact with that incident all left. If I left, who would still remember you like I do?

Yan Qi... Yan Qi...

He chanted, over and over.

It's like thinking about your own life.

In this life, his unspoken love for that person has never been diminished.

People around gathered around, trying to hear the emperor's whisper, but were stopped by Zhong Wenzhuo and Jing Zhongjin.

No one knows except them.

Emperor Jing's barren harem actually has a queen.

The queen had already been waiting in the mausoleum.

A smile slowly appeared on Mu Jing's lips.

He looked at the painting with dizzy but still sharp eyes, and he saw that person jumping off the painting and riding a white horse to the front.

The wind of the prairie brought the smell of mud, and he smiled wantonly at him on the horse.

"Your Highness, can you still ride a horse?"

Mu Jing is very old.

Gu Yanqi was still young and handsome.

The old emperor stared at the void in a trance, with forbearance and affection in his eyes.

He thought drowsily.

Thousands of years later, will the world be able to mention you and my name together?

"Of course I can ride a horse!"

A horse came running from nowhere, and he tried his best to raise his hand to grab the rein.

So heavy, so heavy.

He could barely lift his hands.

But Gu Yanqi was watching from the side.

He was so good-looking and his eyes were so bright, just as in memory.

Mu Jing didn't know where the strength came from, he stood up vigorously, raised his hand, and grabbed the rein.

The blurry grassland gradually became clear, and the fragrant smell of soil seemed to linger around the wings of his nose. The old emperor looked down at the hand holding the rein of the horse. At some point, the loose skin tightened up again, and the age spots disappeared.

"What is Your Highness looking at?"

Mu Jing heard Gu Yanqi's voice.

He raised his head and saw his own reflection in those bright black pupils.

It was a young man of 20 years old.

"Isn't Your Highness going as you say?"

Gu Yanqi asked again.

Mu Jing laughed: "Of course I want to go!"

He smiled angrily, tightened the reins, and got on the horse.

The wind in the prairie suddenly became bitter.

Among the green waves, Gu Yanqi, in a long robe with wide sleeves, rode a white horse, like a fairy descending to earth.

Mu Jing was dumbfounded.

He drove forward, trying to get to the other side.

But Gu Yanqi laughed and ran towards the distance, he quickly kicked the horse's belly and chased after him.

In the vast prairie, not long after, half of the people disappeared.

No one has heard from them since.

Amidst the sound of reading aloud, the teacher suddenly raised his head.

A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves outside the window rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

"Speaking of which, today we are talking about the Qing Dynasty." She clapped her hands and looked at the students in the audience with a smile, "Since we have talked about the history of the Qing Dynasty, let's talk about the most legendary Jing Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty today." God."

"Let's start with Gu Yanqi..."

"Teacher!" The students in the audience raised their hands curiously, "Didn't you want to talk about Emperor Jing, why did you mention Gu Yanqi?"

The teacher explained gently: "Remember, the names of these two people must be mentioned together."

"Because no matter which of these two people loses, the other will definitely not be able to become the person in history."

So when mentioning Gu Yanqi, one must also mention Mu Jing.

Speaking of Mu Jing, Gu Yanqi must be mentioned.