Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

? Another year of June rainy year——

The night of the palace fell silently. +++ The latest ranking of Tanmei novels: www.sto123.cco The red walled city under the moon has become hazy, like mist, without the majesty and solemnity of the blue sky and white sun.

In the imperial study room, Emperor Xiao's dragon robe has not faded, Bingzhu is busy in front of the book, and the figure under the shadow of the lamp is somewhat depressed.

The Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, the imperial pen and Zhuzhou, the circle falls, and how many families control the life, death and seizure?

The candle flame in the glazed lamp was shining brightly, the halo passed through the gap of the side window, and the flower-like carvings on the window mullions were cast on the misty and floating marble steps under the corridor, not very clear.

After reading the memorial, Emperor Xiao closed his eyes, leaning on the dragon chair with his slightly bowed back, rubbing his eyebrows with his two fingers.

He has not slept comfortably in recent nights. During the day in the dynasty, he went to the Taoist Temple of Yuxuanji, the national teacher, to take Jindan, but it didn't work.

Gonggong Hu sent a young **** in at an appropriate time and put the supplements in the food box on the book case.

"The emperor, this is the Donglai blood bird's nest stewed for you by the imperial concubine. I hope the emperor will take care of the dragon body."

Emperor Xiao set aside his imperial pen and glanced lightly at the oily and semi-permeable jade jade bowl.

Since the West Factory repeated accidents, Emperor Xiao has been indifferent to Yongning Palace.

At the beginning, it was heard that the emperor had the intention of establishing the Xiji Factory, and it was Wan Yuyao who sponsored Minglan in the palace as the admiral of the Xichang.

Now, the **** who has not succeeded in success and failed in success has become the laughing stock of the ruling and the opposition.

If it hadn't been for the face of the Wan clan, and after Xichang took over Youzhu Gongyuan, the tribute girls presented to the palace in the past year were satisfying, the emperor had not tempted to remove Minglan Xichang from the post of admiral.

And this year, Wan Yuyao has also become more elegant, and she has learned to be a good wife and mother. She cooks some exquisite dim sum by herself every three times, or sends a stew to the emperor. The recent situation of the two little princesses was reported to Emperor Yu from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would forget that there was Wan Yuyao in the harem.

Emperor Xiao ordered the blood bird's nest to be removed, and his gloomy eyes moved to the jade seal that had been prepared for a long time.

Burning the candle, the emperor’s stern eyes reflected the head of the beaded dragon on the jade seal, and his haggard features gradually became sharp.

Turning his head to Hu Gong Gong:

"Come here to grind, I want to make a plan..."

Suddenly, someone outside was screaming:

"Come here! There are ghosts, there are ghosts—"

The sharp voice of the waiter pierced the night sky with an uncontrollable tremor, which sounded terrifying. o

"what happened--"

Emperor Xiaolong Longyan was furious, slapped his palm on the table, and said to Hu Gong just:

"Go and see!"

Hu Gonggong exited the imperial study room in a panic, and then returned with sweat profusely, his face ugly green.

"The emperor... the emperor..."

When he saw the emperor, Grandpa Hu knelt directly on the ground, stammering, unable to say a whole word.

When the Emperor Xiao saw this, he was even more stunned, angrily got up and shook his dragon robe, and strode out of the imperial study room.

The hallway of the palace in the night is extremely wide. Because the exclamation just now was too strange, a group of forbidden troops and several servants rushed to **** the emperor to the accident site.

In front of a high wall, they saw a person standing upright in the clear moonlight.

The man wore a bright yellow python robe, a gorgeous long dragon pierced with clouds on his shoulders, and the dragon head was in the middle of his clothes.

Looking at the dragon's teeth and dancing claws, and Gu Shousheng majesty, even every piece of golden silk scales on the dragon's body is exquisitely embroidered and ingenious.

The man was wearing a gilt and beaded Nine-Dragon crown, a jade belt around his waist, piercing eyes, and a light beard on his jaw swaying in the wind.

Suddenly, Emperor Xiao seemed to be fixed by a spell, standing motionless, so nervous that he could not breathe. On his forehead covered with cold sweat, blue veins protruded from the skin.

A pair of pupils suddenly shrunk into two black spots, fixedly falling on that person's face.

That face, that person's face is--

Emperor Xiao clenched his fists tightly, his heart seemed to stop beating abruptly, and he felt a strong gloomy death air surrounding him, wrapping him tighter and tighter...

Among the crowd, the one-year-old servant suddenly knelt on the ground, slamming his forehead to the ground madly, and screaming hysterically:

"It's the emperor! The emperor has appeared! The emperor has appeared! Long live the emperor--"

This exclamation sounded like thunder exploded in the crowd, causing a commotion. People looked at the ugly-faced Emperor Filial Piety, panic, perplexed and at a loss.

In this turbulent riot, the man in the dragon robe not far away remained motionless.

Everyone realized that it was actually a dummy.

Emperor Xiao was furious, and roared in court with a big white face:

"It's so presumptuous! Come here, pull this nonsense insider out of the Meridian Gate, and Jingua hit the top—"

At the same time, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he couldn't help but guess secretly:

Who is so bold who dares to engage in such pranks in front of my eyes in the palace late at night?

"Yes. o"

The imperial army did not dare to neglect, and the two of them moved forward, dragging the kneeling servant to strode outside the palace, turning a deaf ear to his harsh begging for mercy.

"Come on, hurry up and take this dummy down and burn it!"

Emperor Xiao was still puzzled, and the sound of shouting his sleeves was heard, and he was mercilessly interrupted by the sound of a flute suddenly coming from mid-air.

That flute is...

The crowd fell into a panic again.

Everyone looked horrified, raised their heads in horror and looked around, their horrified gazes frequently fell on the towering walls and turrets, carefully searching for the source of the weird flute sound.

At this moment, all of the horrified eyes saw the moon in the sky, and they did not know when they were dyed blood red.

A group of crows flew past in the night sky, ramming endlessly, as if they were unusually frightened.

With the black feathers falling in the sky, Emperor Xiao's body became empty in vain, and people sat on the ground as the world turned around.

"emperor!"

Grandpa Hu and the two servants hurried forward and helped the trembling emperor up.

The sound of the flute... the melodious sound of the flute——

Not only the emperor filial piety, most of the people present knew that when the first emperor Huanan Hongyi was alive, he had the most melody and loved playing the flute.

According to legend, every time the Emperor Xian played the flute in the imperial garden, he could attract cranes in the pond.

Emperor Xiao just got up and fell into Hu Gonggong's arms.

How could he not know the sound of the flute that was inexplicably spread out of thin air? He listened to his father playing this song since he was a child until he grew up.

Emperor Xiao continuously raised his hand, trembling and pointing to the gate of the palace garden, the sound of walking intermittently, it was completely timid and panic:

"Quickly, give me a biography...The admiral of the East Factory enters the palace——"

...

Leng Qingtang was ordered to investigate the imperial palace dummy case, and has no clue for half a month.

Obviously, the so-called sound of the flute in the middle of the night and the appearance of the first emperor were only deliberate.

Because he was carrying a shocking secret, Leng Qingtang knew better than anyone the real cause of the death of Emperor Da Yi.

And the other people who knew the secret in person, had not already taken refuge in today’s sage, they had already been bloodbathed by the sect, just like Zheng Ran’s family——

Now that the fake person case came out, Leng Qingtang would start to believe that there were other people in this world who knew the existence of the truth back then.

But what was the purpose of this ingenious move by the initiator?

Just because the first emperor died because of other internal information, simply want to take revenge on Emperor Xiao?

In any case, whether the person who did that thing is an enemy or a friend, it is still impossible to make a final conclusion before launching an in-depth investigation of the truth.

That night, the admiral’s mansion was summoned, and Xuan Leng Qingtang entered the palace.

When he saw the dummy whose appearance mimicked the emperor's vividness, his heart felt mixed, like a five-flavored bottle shattered.

In these days of investigating the case, Leng Qingtang always thought of people and events in the past.

The long-lost faces of Emperor Xianhuang, Concubine Lan, Guogong Zheng, and Governor Bian, like pictures tumbling on a revolving lantern, flashed through Leng Qingtang's mind.

Furthermore, he would also think of Gu Yunxi who had been missing for a year.

Because the search order has not been resolved, the Quandong Factory and the local divisions have never dared to be idle for a day and stopped searching for Gu Yunxi.

In every boundary of Da Yi, the carpet-like search has been carried out countless times, but the girl in the portrait seems to have evaporated from the world, and there is no trace of it.

In the east factory, there were idle talks about the woman the governor was looking for was no longer alive.

This word spread to Leng Qingtang's ears, and the few people who were talking gossip were immediately executed, and no one dared to spread rumors about Gu Yunxi's death.

Leng Qingtang never believed that Yun Xi was no longer alive. Although many dreams continued, people would brainwash themselves again and again after waking up:

She is still alive, she must be alive, but he and his men have not carefully found her...

It's night, lightning and thunder--

Leng Qingtang dreamed of the ancient green laurels in the mansion.

Full of branched goose yellow, faint wind, fragrance into the nose.

The man has a bright skin and beautiful features, and he is standing among yellow flowers everywhere, dancing in the wind in a blue and blue yarn.

Seeing him coming, she screamed to him kindly under the falling flowers.

"Supervisor!"

Yunxi——

When he opened his eyes and woke up, like many times, Leng Qingtang looked at the empty room in frustration, and stroked the empty and cold half of the bed with his big hands.

Above this, there is no Yunxi of him anymore, there is no such clever girl with clear eyes like glass.

For a moment, Leng Qingtang got up with his hollow eyes open, and put on his civilian robe.

Open the door and see Feifei in the courtyard.

Listening to Xiaoshen, the night Yunxi went to Minglan Mansion, it rained extremely heavily.

Staring at the rain curtain in front of him, Leng Qingtang thought, this rain should be as heavy as the rain that night.

Suddenly, he seemed to be possessed of a demon, with disheveled hair and robes, he ran all the way to the ruins, pulled the reins and turned on the horse and rushed out of the admiral's mansion.

Under the violent whip, the horseshoe gave birth to wings, and drove through the mountains and forests to reach the highest peak on Yufeng Mountain.

The gloomy eyes were filled with sorrow and despair, blankly facing the whirling rain curtain.

Behind the water curtain, there are many mountains winding up and down, countless indistinctly.

Looking at it, the man suddenly sore his nose. There was clearly some rain on his face, but it was warm, dripping into the mouth, and tasted a little bit of salty.

"Yun Xi——"

Leng Qingtang suddenly let out a loud voice, facing the mountains with a roar like thunder.

The mountains were empty, splitting his sorrow into several echoes, and the sound spread to the distant sky.

Only the sound of torrential rain seemed to be the only response to his confession.

Facing the darkness of the sky, the wet-clothed man suddenly lost his way.

These eleven years of planning, fighting against people openly and secretly, at all costs and unscrupulous, just for revenge?

Or is it that, beginning with the entrustment of the first emperor, and walking on the thorny road of revenge, the closer you get to the supreme right, the more you lose yourself and gradually forget your original intention?

No matter what it is, he has won more than half of it now.

After the **** suppression, Xichang's power in the palace was much worse than before.

After experiencing the dummy in the deep palace, Emperor Xiao's dragon body also went from bad to worse. Today's ruling and opposition parties are once again dominated by the East Factory.

But is he happy?

Just as Minglan asked back then, what did Leng Qingtang lose after a fight?

What is missing...

Yes, he paid a price worse than death.

Only then did he understand that, holding the heavy weight in his hand, he looked at the world, and finally couldn't match the burning cinnabar between her eyebrows.

PS: Lin Er doesn't like the old sayings about rebirth. It may be that the character determines the taste. I think that the old sayings should be pure and pure, without the sloppy idealism. It’s not too tiring to create ideas as you like, so I don’t write so-called routines. The recent face change is really at the limit of what I can bear.

In this article, Wen'er strives to restore a true human protagonist, and describes the contradiction between the pursuit of rights and the love for the protagonist, as detailed as possible. Those readers who are chasing the feminine, weird and powerful male protagonist in the old routine can make a detour on their own. The tongues are merciful.