Emperor’s Conquest

It's dusk outside the curtain. I don't know when the rainstorm will stop.

The capital is still splendid, as if the haze of war has not been caught.

However, the Thunder is always hidden under the calmest clouds.

Killing came quietly, thrilling in a silent place, no one noticed, and had no time to respond, everything had happened.

This morning, Hu Guangyuan was ordered to discuss matters at Xiangfu, and when he entered the gate, he was captured by the tiger guard who was ambushing at the side and taken to Dali Temple.

Song Huai'en held the seal of the queen mother I was in charge of and took people straight to the Anming Hou House. Xie Hou, who was still in the hangover, was taken into custody. The inner and outer layers of the house were heavily guarded. Xie's family, all the way up to the old servant of Hua Jia, and all the babies under the age of one, were arrested and put to jail.

Compared to Xie's full door shock, Hu's house fell into a deadly silence.

Song Huaien didn't immediately start, only Hu Guangyuan was taken into custody, and Hu's house was closely monitored from top to bottom, and no information leakage was allowed. Hu Guanglie went out of the battle and was isolated from the family's news. I do n’t know if it was good or bad. The palace was under my control. The Queen Hu herself could not guarantee it. The Hu family did n’t dare to act rashly.

Three days later, An Ming Hou Xie Yuan beheaded the city.

The ashes shook, the horror of hordes.

"The Department of Economic Receiving received a total of silver ... 1.776 million." Jade checked the account and sighed with a pen.

A Yue froze, "God, I'm afraid it won't last for years!"

She couldn't help laughing, but I couldn't laugh.

The smoke is dazzling, the room is quiet, but the mood is chaotic.

He narrowed his eyes tiredly, unwilling and unable to think, but his eyes were clearly shaking the shadow of Zi Zi.

How should I tell him--

Xie Laohouye is a far-reaching name in his life, writing more than 300 historical manuscripts. To this old man, I have long admired since childhood. However, people are not sages, and even great heroes and wise men have weaknesses. Xie Lao Hou Ye not only was greedy for money, but also couldn't let go of the family's face. He was holding on to the splendid gates of the past. Obviously, his family path had been defeated, and he still spent a lot of money and refused to bow.

That extravagant, exquisite, and drunk gold fan can not be maintained by Xie's empty house.

In recent years, Xiao Zheng has been pushing for simplicity and frugality. In contrast to the centuries of extravagance and luxury, he has cut down senior officials, raised salaries of the Han people, filled the treasury with military supplies, reduced taxes and exempted from military service, forcing many luxury The sexual family has converged.

Although the Xie family has been in decline for a long time, I did not expect that they have fallen to such a degree that they have to live on corruption.

I don't believe that Xie Laohou Hou is a bad person who is unforgiving. However, the national law can't tolerate it. Once he makes a mistake, he will destroy it forever.

All this should be leak-proof, but did not expect that Hu Guangyuan was dead.

Two hours ago, when the jailer was unprepared, he struck his head with his head, and died in jail-originally he was not guilty of death for his guilt. He was only sentenced to the assassination of Qianbian, and it could not be used for life. However, he slammed into the stone pillar, blood splattered into the prison, and died to redeem sin.

Hearing his death, I was stunned.

The hearty young man always has a loud voice when he laughs, and often rides fast horses. The young man who runs on the official road, every time he is scolded by Xiao Xiao, he will grab his head and laugh smirk ... why did he commit suicide because he was ashamed of himself? , Or give up one's life without siblings-I can never know.

Song Huai'en stood sideways, without a word, looking heavy.

"This is one's life, Princess, don't blame yourself too much." Aunt Xu urged me.

For a moment, I was silent for a long time, and sighed to Song Huaien, "Since everyone has gone, don't be too embarrassed about the Hu family ... they are also meritorious people, after all, this stigma will be avoided."

Hu Guangyuan's body was examined by the Taiyi Medical College, and was declared an old illness.

After the situation subsided, I lifted the ban on the palace and let the Hu family enter the palace to visit the queen.

That night, a report came from the palace, saying that the queen mother was overly distressed and fell ill in bed.

For Hu Yao, and for the Hu family, I am in love with reason and law. I don't know if I should be ashamed.

It would be better for her to scold resentment than to see her silent. She didn't complain, maybe it was really scary.

After thinking about it all night, it seems that between waking up and not waking up, I saw Zi Zhe faintly, frosty, and suddenly saw that Hu Yao was covered with blood and exuding his hair ... Suddenly he woke up and was sweating heavily.

Looking out of Luo Teng, it is about four or five times. The sky will be bright but not bright, and it will become clearer.

At this time, Xiao Yan should have been on the school ground.

Caressing the silky silk brocade around him, and sleeping all night, the other half of the bed was still empty and cold.

Suddenly hot eyes, wet the pillow.

In this Nine Palace Palace, Hu Yao and I, the two most esteemed women in the world, are facing a similar situation at the same time, but they are different from each other. No matter how she is the queen, nor is I the princess of Yuzhang, we are just innocent and helpless women in the face of war, killing, parting, loneliness, disease, life and death.

I can't control my destiny, I can still change the situation of others.

It's not how soft and kind I am, it's just that I don't want to do anything to others.

Three days later, I overwhelmed Song Huai'en's opposition and ordered to return Zizi from the palace.

After Zi's return to the palace, his actions are still not free, and his daily life is under surveillance. But at least, he can accompany Hu Yao and his wife and children-he has her, she also has him.

After that, Hu Yao finally started to take medicine, and his condition gradually improved.

But I am getting thinner every day. No matter how I nourish the tonic, there is no obvious effect.

The Physician couldn't say anything about it, just let me calm down and rest.

Meditation is easier said than done, but how can you say it?

The war ahead, the refugees help, the palace is turbulent, which one can not think about.

These days, my aunt's situation is not good.

She is really dead. Having been sick for so many years, his mind is chaotic, his limbs are stiff, and even his eyes are blind, which is no different from the walking dead. From trying to do everything for her in the beginning, to growing sorrow and despair, I have given up completely now.

Seeing my aunt like this, I even thought that I would rather not rescue her from the Assassin's Knife that day, so that she would keep her former glory and leave at the most noble time—rather than being crushed by time, suffering from disease, The gesture of Lao Yun set foot on Huang Quan.

However, when the Taiyi said personally that when the queen mother was running out of time, I still could not accept it.

My relatives left one by one, and now even my aunt is leaving.

I support my spirit every day and go to Wanshou Palace as much as possible to accompany her aunt. In her last time, I walked with her quietly.

Staring at her sleeping face, I sighed sadly.

My aunt has always loved cleanliness, so how could she let her leave with her sick face.

I asked A Yue to fetch the jade comb and rouge, raised her aunt, and helped her comb her hair.

"Prince, the emperor is here." A Yue whispered.

I stunned, Yu comb fell off his hand.

Ziyi came to visit her aunt ... Since he returned to the palace, I have been careful to avoid, and do not want to see him.

"The emperor has come outside the palace gate." Ayue shouted.

Before I could think about it, I hurriedly got up and turned to the screen. "If the emperor asks, he will say that I have come to visit the queen mother and have left.

Standing behind the rosewood screen, across the carved gap, I saw the faint blue shirt stepping into the door.

For a while, I held my breath and bit my lip to suppress the soreness of the nose.

A Yue led the maids to bow to him, but Zizi seemed to be unconscious, and went straight to the aunt's bed, standing in silence.

"Who is dressing for the Queen Mother?" He asked suddenly.

"Return to the emperor, slaves." A Yue replied.

After a moment of silence, Zi Zi spoke again, her voice was a little low, "You, are you the niece of the royal palace of Yuzhang?"

"Yes, the slaves waited beside the princess. Only then did the princess order the slaves to stay and serve the queen mother to dress."

Ziyu stopped talking, and after a long silence, he heard him say sadly, "Let's step back."

"Slave, retreat." A Yue hesitated, but had to obey.

Hearing the skirt, the left and right maids seemed to have exited the hall without a sound.

The hall returned to the still water-like silence, only the scent of medicinal and blue scent was lingering.

The silence, the long silence, made me wonder, he might have already left. Leaning close to the gap between the carvings, trying to peek at the movement outside, suddenly he heard a low, almost inaudible choking.

Zi lay down beside her aunt's bed, buried her face deep in the drapery, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

"Mother, why, why did this happen?"

He was like a helpless child, holding on to his sleeping aunt, as if holding the strongest arms in her memory, hoping that she would rescue herself from the mud. However, these arms were already withered.

The thin figure was hidden among the drapes, but he murmured, "Mother, you used to want the emperor to ascend to the throne, and you tell me, what's so good about the throne? This emperor killed the emperor, the emperor, The second emperor, and the emperor ... even you become like this. Why, she still wants this throne? "

I bit my lip fiercely and kept myself silent.

"I dreamed of her again, standing in the hall and crying with blood all over her." Ziyu's voice echoed quietly in the lonely hall. "But turned around, the blood in front of her was full of eyes, and her body was different ... She lied to me Aya also lied to me. Who else can believe it? I don't understand why people who have loved that way become hatred in the end? "

This "hate" sounded in my ears, and just overwhelmed all the sounds.

The carved screen of the screen in front of me can no longer see clearly and dazzled.

Pain, only pain, came bluntly from the body, slowly tearing like a cold hand, peeling off the most vulnerable part of my heart. Except for the pain, I can't feel anything else, and I don't even have joy or sorrow.

Fingers tightened the silk cricket on the skirt, but after hearing a ding, the silk cricket was broken, and the pearl splashed to the ground.

"Who!" Ziyu jumped.

The screen was shoved open by him, and his eyes were so bright that he looked pale.

Against the wall behind me, I have no way back.

He desperately looked at me and smiled suddenly, "Why hide here, what do you want to know, why not ask me directly."

I didn't mean it, but he regarded it as intention—like the eyes and eyes everywhere in the palace, hiding in the dark, and spying on his words and actions.

In his eyes, I was so miserable.

With his eyes closed, even if his eyes were frosty, I wouldn't speak again, everything would be futile.

There was a cold on his cheek, he touched my face, his fingers were cold, there was no trace of temperature, "still so proud?"

He put his other hand on my chest, "What the **** is going on in your heart?"

I was shaking, my hands and feet were cold, "You let go."

The dark underneath of his dark eyes revealed the chill that surprised me.

Before struggling, his lips had been pressed down fiercely, trembling intruded into my lips, so cold, so tender, and deep in memory, the taste of the first kiss quietly coincided with ... Whisk face.

There used to be a tender teenager who kissed my lips for the first time, feeling warm and crisp, staying in the memory for a lifetime.

Ten years later, the same person, the same kiss, is so cold and broken.

Tears slipped and slipped along his face into his lips. He also tasted my tears and froze, stopping the entanglement of his lips.

I no longer have the strength to support the crumbling body, from the bottom of my heart to the limbs, uncontrollable pain, cold sweat seeping out of my body, but I can't make a sound when I want to speak.

He seemed to notice my strangeness and reached out to help me, "You, what's wrong ..."

I gritted his teeth, pushed his hand away, held my body against the screen and stood with a stern smile. "As you said, I have **** hands and countless harms. You hate me, so I love it. From now on, , You and I are passers-by. "

In other words, I turned around and did not dare to look at his face, and stepped outside the hall step by step.

I do n’t know how A Yue was helped to get into the car, and gradually woke up along the way, only to faintly chaotic pain, more and more clear, more acute.

The car slowly slowed down, approaching the palace, and I managed to get up and fix my skirt.

Suddenly the body warmed up, the heat flow came out, and the severe pain immediately raged-the scarlet of the lotus dye brocade was a scarlet.

When the car stopped, I picked up the curtain and tried to calmly say, "Ayue, pass on the doctor."

The Tai Yi went into the house immediately, and the decoction and gold acupuncture were all used until the night.

I can't tell whether it is tired or painful, as if the consciousness is completely numb, but the mind is sober.

Aunt Xu always stood by, and did not stop Sipa to wipe out the cold sweat for me. So much so, the cold sweat still penetrated my whole body.

The elder doctor withdrew in fear, and several old midwives in the palace were waiting outside.

It seems that my poor underterm baby is about to come to this life early.

The quiet night was heavy, and Weijue even leaked more.

I woke up and slept when I was drowsy, and I always saw the smoke and fire in my ears, far away, on the dark and fierce warhorse, Xiao Yan's robe was bathing in blood, the sword was cracked, and the bleeding light was flying all over the sky ...

Suddenly cool on my forehead, whose gentle hand wiped the cold sweat for me.

Opening my eyes, I saw a pair of tears, loving eyes, my mother and my aunt.

It was Aunt Xu. I wanted to call her and smile at her, but I heard my voice intermittent.

"I'm here." Aunt Xu quickly clenched my hand. "No, don't be afraid, Grandma! The baby will be safe!"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, slowly breathed in, and stared blankly out of the curtain. Is it already dark?

I can't see the depths of this seriousness, and I don't know if the northern sky has fallen into the setting sun.

He didn't want to wear the mountains and rivers, but he saw him faintly, like in front of his eyes.