Shen Yan came from a poor family, she disguised herself as a man, was the last to be a Jinshi in the imperial examination, and was a minor official in the Ministry of Industry.
She knows one thing well:
When you travel to this feudal dynasty to be an official, ability is not important.
Living is important.
Until the South Canal bursts its banks.
Three thousand refugees died in the river.
She met Xie Wuwang for the first time.
In the rain curtain, the young emperor, wearing a black Taoist robe, walked slowly from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
She suddenly understood why the courtiers would say in private:
Today, we are not like human beings.
Like a god without emotions and desires, sitting high in the clouds.
Later she found out.
It's not that Xie Wuwang doesn't have desires.
He offered sacrifices to heaven just to meet someone.
He practiced Taoism, made elixirs, worshiped heaven, collected magic from all over the world, and even emptied half of the national treasury just to see her again.
The whole court felt that the emperor was crazy.
Until later, she remembered a game she had played many years ago, in which she played the role of a concubine in the cold palace and raised a little prince who lived in the cold palace.
Later, the game broke down and couldn't be opened, so she forgot about it.
Now that little prince has finally become the emperor.
Looking for her like a madman.
——
Many years ago, that night there was a fire in the cold palace.
Seven-year-old Xie Wuwang saw "God".
At that time, he was not a prince, but a lunatic who was about to die in the cold palace.
He was huddled in the corner of the damp and rotten palace wall, covered in blood, like a stray dog that no one wanted.
He was about to die when he heard a voice suddenly coming from above his head:
"Hey, kid, hold on, don't die."
Shen Guiren was relegated to the cold palace and had always looked down upon him.
But her embrace is warmer than all dreams.
She changed and started to say a lot of strange things and bring out a lot of strange things.
I can scold him, laugh, and teach him to read and write.
After he kills someone, he frowns and says:
"Xie Wuwang, don't become a bad person."
They relied on each other to walk out of the cold palace. On the eve of her ascension to the throne, she disappeared and no one remembered her. He went through the palace history, searched all the secret files, and searched for scholars and strangers from all over the world.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he began to practice Taoism.
He didn't believe in immortality, but he began to offer sacrifices to heaven.
Everyone says that today's emperor is as saintly and virtuous as a born emperor.
But no one knows.
Everything he does is just to make one person happy.
Because that's what "God" likes.
But she never responded.
Until the South Canal bursts its banks.
It rained heavily.
Xie Wuwang was sitting in the royal chariot and saw the low-ranking official by the river embankment with his head bowed and silent.
The emperor, who was sitting high in the clouds, felt almost out of control for the first time.
——
God bless the winter of the fifteenth year.
The emperor worshiped heaven in the southern suburbs.
On the nine-story golden platform, three thousand sacrifices were made, and nine thousand everlasting lanterns illuminated the entire capital.
The emperor who had been cold-hearted all his life cut his wrists in the snow and sacrificed his blood to heaven.
"God bless you for fifteen years. Sacrifice to heaven. It will cost 35 million taels of silver."
"Today——"
"Use me as a sacrifice."
"If gods and Buddhas really have spirits and love the world——"
"Then give her back to me."
Intention: Life is a long song