Emperor s Legacy

Beds - this will be the very last thing that I will complete before I leave. Putting my grandmother's favorite pillow back in place, I made an awkward movement and the pillowcase slid off the pillow. Actually, at first I thought it was a pillowcase. Sliding off the pillow, the pillowcase shrank to the size of an armlet. Picking up the strange thing from the floor, I felt what I thought was a pillowcase and discovered that it was not made of fabric. What I now held in my hands looked like an armlet, consisting of square coins tightly fitted to each other. A hieroglyph was carved in the middle of each coin. Pulling the bracelet on my arm, I felt uncomfortable. The armband did not bend well. The substance from which the bracelet was made was not familiar to me. Metal is not metal, but something very reminiscent of some kind of thin iron. Although… The bracelet was made of very thick but light material. And yet, the material was warm to the touch, which, of course, has nothing to do with iron. Also, the bracelet is very easy to stretch. For as long as I can remember, this one ... I don’t even know what to call it, fabric or material, it always covered my grandmother’s pillow, but now it slipped off like a snake skin or a wrapper. I stood at a loss. But, the more time passed, the more unpleasant were the sensations from the armlet bracelet. Pulling on the edges of the bracelet, I was about to pull it off, when suddenly one of the nearest coins, which I had just pulled, lit up with a strange light. A beam of light pointed to a certain point. She was at the junction of two walls. A strange feeling came over me. Laughing, I suddenly decided to play with the beam. Turning in the opposite direction, I wanted to direct the beam in the same direction. But the bracelet had a task from which he was not going to back down. Instead of obeying my desire, the beam passed through my arm and body, and again pointed to the same place. The beam seemed to get angry, it burned with more and more intensity. Finally, I turned around and walked close to the wall. As soon as this happened, the beam drew the outline of the hieroglyph on the wall, and a piece of the wall fell out onto the floor. Having done its work, the beam immediately went out. The hole in the wall was just big enough to stick your hand in and get what was in the cache. Pulling out something folded into a tight tube, I sat down in an armchair and put an unknown object on my knees, thinking. I understood that after I unfold the unknown bundle, my life would change. My grandmother taught me: “Man has nine hundred and ninety-nine ways. You can go any way. But remember, there will be no turning back, and all responsibility will lie only on you! Unfolding the package, I saw that it was a diary. The diary was made from the same material from which the sleeve was made.
Here is what was written in it.
“What is written in this diary will be revealed only to a descendant of the Huangdi clan. Only a descendant of the great yellow emperor would be able to unroll this scroll. Only to him will the secret hieroglyphs created by Emperor Huangdi reveal their meaning. Others should not unroll this scroll. The noble material from which the scroll is made will crumble to dust. Whoever inhales this dust will begin to languish and will quickly go to the place from which there is no return.
After reading these lines, I put down the diary with fear and began to wait for a terrible punishment, because no one had ever told me that I was a descendant of a legendary family. However, time passed, and the diary lay in the same place where I put it. True, he again curled up in the tube. Taking a deep breath, I decided to read on.
“There are three things that should never be together. This is a sleeve from the dress of Empress Lei-tzu, the wife of Emperor Huang-di, a jade seal of the emperor himself and a sheet from the notebook of Huang-di's son. What you are reading now is written on this very sheet.
It so happened that the emperor's son complained to his father about being tired from teaching. The boy was diligent, and studied tirelessly all year. After consulting with his second wife, his son's mother, Huang-di decided that his son deserved the right to rest. And where does the sheet from his notebook you ask? And you will be right. After the end of the year of study, diligent dragons smashed all over the heavens everything that the emperor's son had learned in a year. Everything, down to the leaflet, was given to people. But the trouble is, there was one unused sheet left in the notebook. What to do? Do not throw away a sheet of precious material into the wind? On reflection, the emperor ordered to give this sheet to me. I am an adopted child, the foster sister of the Emperor's son, his fiancee and future wife. This sheet - the sleeve of the dress of my milk mother - the future mother-in-law, and the seal of the father-in-law, should never be in the same room. Otherwise, terrible things will happen!
Tired of reading, I looked around. The arrow, like half an hour ago, was still in the same place, but I was afraid to put the diary aside and go to the clock. In thought, I remembered that at least three times I looked at the clock while reading, and during all this time the hands did not move a minute. I also noticed that it was very quiet around. Which was not at all typicalI am from our yard in the early evening. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to read on, and leave all the mysterious for later.
“It is allowed for one person to keep two things at once, but I conjure the one who holds this sheet in his hands, do not pick up a third thing if two are already lying next to each other. It's been a month now since I crumble into ashes, then turn back into a man, and that's all because I didn't listen to the great Emperor Huangdi. The palace of Huangdi and Leizi is huge. No one could ever boast that he had bypassed it all. People who got out of the palace said that it was changing all the time, then becoming small, approximately like the hut of the very last poor man, then growing so much that it occupied the entire area of ;;Mount Kunlun. True, I myself have never seen those daredevils who dared to leave the palace and return back. The dairy mother warned me that, walking around the palace, I should not take it into my head to approach the yellow room. Until I become the wife of her son, this is forbidden to me. But I…"
Stupefied by what I read, I turned the paper over to the other side, but there was nothing there. The story or warning ended at the most interesting place. Moreover, as soon as I put the sheet aside, it curled itself into a tube. The sheets stuck together, and soon a cylinder of unknown material lay in front of me. The only reminders of the diary were hieroglyphs randomly scattered around the entire circumference of the cylinder. Like this. The cylinder was still warm and light to the touch, and became like a bracelet. However, according to the diary, this is not a bracelet at all, but a sleeve from the dress of the legendary empress. My stomach rumbled - I really wanted to eat, although according to the clock, I ate only an hour ago. Leaving the cylinder, I moved to the exit of the room, when suddenly what was put on my hand reminded me of itself.
My hand was radiant. The warm air coming from the sleeve of the Empress pleasantly warmed her hand. Suddenly, against my will, my hand rose and stretched out along the string. Fingers pointed at the ceiling. The sleeve began to rotate on the arm at first slowly, then faster and faster! It emitted piercing rays. Suddenly the movement stopped, and I saw luminous inscriptions on all four walls of the room. The hieroglyphs were all the same as in the diary, but I understood them perfectly. On the walls was written: Xi'an, Loyan, Beijing, Nanjing. It was the name of Chinese cities. My feet carried me to my parents' room, four other cities were reflected on the four walls of their bedroom, or rather their name. Kaifeng, Hangzhou, Anyang and Zhenzhou. The bracelet burned. The moment when a pleasant warmth came from him was long gone. Overcoming the pain, I moved to my room. However, when I entered it, I felt such an unbearable heat engulfing my arm that I could not stand it and tore off the armlet. Hieroglyphs were just beginning to appear on the wall, probably denoting the names of some other city, but I no longer had the patience. The bracelet torn from his hand immediately turned into a cylinder, like the one that lay in grandfather's room.
However, I didn’t care anymore, throwing it on the floor, I rushed to my parents’ room in search of a first-aid kit. I knew Mom had burn spray because I bought it myself six months ago for her when she scalded herself by flipping hot water over herself. At that moment, my cell phone vibrated in my jacket pocket. SMS said. “Weaklings are destroyed. Put on the bracelet and go back to the nursery."
I laughed, nothing in the world could make me go back to the nursery now. Throwing the phone on the floor, I stood on a chair and reached for the first aid kit. It probably saved me from more dangerous wounds than a burn. Choking on messages going one after another, the phone suddenly made some kind of screeching sound and exploded. One of the small fragments dug into my leg. The pain was such that for a moment I forgot about the burn and, having lost control of myself, screamed. Just then there was a thud. Someone was running around the house, and then Zhang Li flew into the room.
“Sweetest Buddha, what is the matter with you?” I couldn't get through to you for three days and you didn't answer the knock. Neighbors said that they came to you several times from the factory. Where have you been? And what's the matter with you?
I tried to explain something, but then I fell silent, the pain was so unbearable that I simply could not gather my strength and explain myself. Taking out a fragment from his leg, Zhang Li carefully treated the wound, since the first-aid kit was nearby, but the situation with the hand was much worse. The arm was crimson and red, and the hairs on it were charred and fell off. Lee called the doctor, but when the doctor finally arrived, it turned out that my left hand had acquired a normal color and no longer differed in any way from the right. When the doctor left, I looked at Zhang Li with fear. Remembering our last quarrel, I expected anything from him, but my friend's face expressed only participation and a desire to help. The next day I went to work. My knees were shaking when I entered the workshop building, but the day passed quietly. I was not called to the administrator, and I did not notice sidelong glances. Everything was as always. Maybe Zhang Li was wrong? However, when I asked him this questiongrowing up, Zhang Li took me to Aunt Hai, a neighbor with whom my mother occasionally spoke, and she confirmed that people came, and not once, but three times. However, Zhang Li was still wrong. Unknown people did not ask where I was, but asked about me. Even so, however, it is still curious why the factory did not miss me. To which Zhang Li, in his usual ironic manner, advised me to approach the master or boss and ask for an answer to this question.
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