"Hold the Bones"

In the third year of Chonghe De, I killed a fool. His name is Ye Shen. I thought he was stupid and clingy, so I left him in the side hall and ignored him. Later, someone framed him, but I didn't even bother to investigate. I had his right hand smashed in front of him. He didn't cry or shout. Later, he died. I feel nothing. But one day later, holes were drilled into his broken bones, tied with a red rope, and hung around his neck. This hang-up is two lives. I couldn't keep him after being reborn twice. In the third life, he is still so pure and beautiful, but this beauty no longer belongs to me. He became Princess Duanxuan. I looked at him from a distance for a long time. His smile was genuine and warm, but that smile was never directed at me. I reached out and touched my chest - that finger bone was no longer there at some point. I vaguely remembered what the emperor's uncle once said to me: "It's been long enough to borrow your Majesty's gift." It turned out that after his death in the previous life, it was the emperor's uncle who picked up his bones for seven days and nights and put them together piece by piece. A piece of phalange was missing, so he cut off his little finger to replace it. Fingers connected to the heart. And I only deserve to watch from afar. --- # Original # Pure Love # Ancient # Short Stories # Sadomasochism # BE # First Person # Rebirth # Ancient Style # Tragedy Intention: Some love, when it is too late to learn it.