You are an ordinary guard in the cold palace with no big ambitions in this life.
The weeds in the cold palace are dry and green, and the little prince, who has lost his mother and is frightened, always likes to follow you from time to time. The days pass by slowly like this, and you depend on each other. Although you are miserable, you are also stable.
Until that night, when the little prince's body was boiling with fever, you dug out the coins you had accumulated and went to the pharmacy in the dark to ask for some medicine, but you were beaten half to death by the guards in the snow. You lie in the snow like a dead dog. When you are unconscious, someone squats down. The person's hands are shaking, and he clumsily wipes the blood from the corner of your mouth with his sleeve.
He choked and said, don't be afraid, I will definitely take you out of here.
The road to seizing the throne was bloody, and he rose to prominence step by step, becoming a thorn in the side of the princes. You tried your best to help him, but you were too stupid. With just a few words of coaxing and a plan, you were tricked into betraying him, causing him to almost lose everything.
You knelt outside the door, your insides burned with guilt, waiting for him to punish you. There is a man standing next to him. He is gentle and elegant, and his facial features are somewhat similar to yours. I heard that he is his mentor. He is noble and talented, completely different from a dull person like you.
He waved away the crowd, and you heard his light voice: "Stay, your face... Will atone for your sins."
Later he ascended the throne and became emperor, and an imperial edict made you a general. The cold palace had worn down your body, and coupled with years of worry, your health was getting worse day by day. You hid it from him, fearing that you wouldn't even be able to retain the identity of the substitute. But one morning, your feet gave way and you fell down the steps, leaving you with a broken head and blood, and you fell unconscious.
The imperial doctor said that your time is running out.
In a state of confusion, you heard the hushed conversations of the palace people, talking about the urgent news at the border. The Taifu was on an envoy and was ambushed by the Huns, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
You heard the clash of armor outside the palace. He put on his armor, mounted his horse, and rode away. You know, he is going to the border to save the really important person.
You have been lying on the bed in a coma since then, coughing up blood day and night. You don't know that when you are dying, he is riding horses day and night with many life-saving herbs, thinking happily that when he comes back, you will be fine.
You don't know, and you can't wait any longer.
The general who is sick, weak and has low self-esteem attacks × crazy criticizes the autocratic emperor and suffers
Demining:
1. Attack death and suffer madness, the blood concentration of the dog is off the charts
2. Fake stand-in jokes
3. I have a long mouth and don't believe in literature.
Intention: Exercise and make progress every day