The emperor still insisted on committing his own edict, which was out of place and disregarded dignity.

The monk of Beishan Temple did not even taboo Zhan Shichun's Taoist identity, and he also chanted at the mass grave for three days, and the ghost was overstayed, and after a few days, the haunted thing in the western suburbs of the capital finally disappeared.

The capital was boiling in an instant, and the rumors that Fu Han had painstakingly spread among the people seemed to have found an outlet, accumulated for so long, and broke out in an all-round way, converging into a torrent of waves, and the people's grievances could no longer be blocked!

The emperor insisted on building a spiritualist platform, disregarding the lives of tens of thousands of people, because of the cruelty and unkindness, the world was in drought, but he favored the demon way, spent a lot of money on the draft, and was mediocre, and now, the unjust soul asks for his life, and the ancestors dislike it, it is for the loss of morality!

And all of this has been completely concluded by the emperor's edict! The emperor himself has admitted it, and he has confessed his guilt to the ancestors of heaven and earth, and those unjust souls are indeed going towards the emperor, who will think that he is a Ming monarch again?

Bai Chenghuan took Qiu Yue and Shao Hui to wander around the teahouse in the capital at will, and he could hear such remarks.

At this time, it coincided with the fact that the people raised in the middle of last autumn from all over the country entered Beijing to prepare to participate in the Spring Festival, and the people's grievances were boiling, and these people who had not yet experienced the darkness of officialdom and still had unlimited expectations for the state and society were the most simple-minded, and were extremely easy to be instigated.

Xiao Shaoyun listened coldly to the secret guard telling him about the boiling public resentment outside and the discrediting of him as an emperor, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

This is just everything he expected, and when Cheng Huan comes back, the two of them will be of one heart and one mind, and everything will be fine just like in their previous life.

It's March again, the Shangsi Festival is coming again, and Cheng Huan is coming back, so what is all this?

Xiao Shaoyun even took a self-portrait in the mirror with secret expectations - did his appearance change when he left with Cheng Huan?

Xiao Shaoyun hadn't cared about his appearance for a long time, so when he saw the person in the mirror, he was still stunned.

He is twenty-one years old this year.

What a good time, but who is the person in the mirror with vicissitudes of life, haggard face, and the ravines between his eyebrows?

Before he died in his previous life, he was already middle-aged, and even when Cheng Huan left, he had been tormented by the pain of losing his son again and again, and his temples were gray and wrinkled.

But at this time, isn't he still young?

With him like this, if Cheng Huan returns completely, will he still like him when he sees him?

When Wei Wan stepped into the Zhaoyang Palace, she happened to see the emperor frowning nervously at the diorama as bright as silver, like a woman in the world who was afraid of the passage of time.

"Your Majesty, ...... you are"

Wei Wan's slender hands rested on the emperor's shoulders and stood behind him.

Xiao Shaoyun raised his eyes, and he could clearly see the reflection of the woman in the mirror - in a trance, he seemed to have returned to his previous life.

Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

At that time, there was no later mutual care and speechlessness, only a thousand tears.

He turned around, buried his face in the gorgeous dress of the woman behind him, and hugged her waist tightly, as if crying and laughing:

"Cheng Huan, am I old...... You still like me......"

Cheng Huan.

These two words were like a curse everywhere, tearing her heart to pieces every moment - Wei Wan used all her strength to not let herself get rid of the emperor.

She looked at the face in the mirror, fresh and bright, youthful.

But she actually wanted to grab something and cut this face!

It's obviously her own face, but she wants to wear someone else's skin like this!

Wei Wan smiled sadly at herself in the mirror, stretched out her fingers, leaned down slightly, and hugged the emperor.

"Your Majesty, how can you be old, and how can the concubine not like you?" Wei Wan's eyes had tears in her eyes, dripping silently from the emperor's hair: "From the first time you came to the concubine and talked to the concubine, the concubine liked you......"

Zhan Shichun, who came to see the emperor, stood outside the hall, looking at the two people who hugged each other affectionately, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth were full of mockery, but he was immersed in heavy pain.

Ah Huan, you probably don't know that your son is really a seed of infatuation.

When he loves someone, he can give everything like this, is it much braver than you and me back then?

In February of the fifth year of Xihe, it passed in such a hurry, and the people's grievances in the capital were boiling again, they were like a pot of boiling oil, nothing was thrown into it, and naturally it could not be fried.

The emperor didn't care about the bandits in all parts of Daqi, how the people were, how the rivers and mountains of Daqi were, and how his reputation was, what he cared about was the March 3rd that was getting closer and closer.

Spring has completely enveloped the capital, and several heavy snowfalls in the depths of winter have nourished everything in the world, and all living things have come back to life.

The phoenix wood on the shore of Houfu Lake in Weibei has rejuvenated with new vitality, fiery red and dazzling, and the peach blossoms and apricot flowers and pollen are white on the gentle slopes, which is very good-looking.

Mrs. Wei Beihou strolled around, looking at this beautiful spring, but her eyebrows were full of worries.

"Cheng Huan, March 3, the emperor really wants to summon spirits at the Soul Conjuring Platform, what can you do......?

Mrs. Wei Beihou sighed worriedly to her daughter beside her: "It's a pity that Master Yuanhui is not here now, otherwise I can think of a way for you then." ”

Bai Chenghuan snorted and laughed:

"Mother, don't fight Yuanhui's idea, he wants to accept me wholeheartedly, how can he help?"

"But that Zhan Shichun does have some means, he wants to recruit your soul, how dangerous I think!"

Mrs. Wei Beihou didn't know the truth about the haunting in the western suburbs, she only knew that as soon as Zhan Shichun made a move, those ghosts really stopped, Cheng Huan came back from the dead, borrowed the corpse to return the soul, is it a lonely ghost or not?

Bai Chenghuan saw that Mrs. Wei Beihou was so serious, and he remembered the strange experience when he was just reborn.

She was obviously in Yuzhou, but she was called out of her body by life, and she also saw Xiao Shaoyun's hypocritical appearance crying bitterly.

"Mother, don't worry, I'll tell Zhan Shichun about this matter. Bai Chenghuan said.

Mrs. Wei Beihou's eyes widened: "What do you say about this? Although he is messing around, he doesn't say that you are his daughter, but who knows what he is planning, you can't tell him this for a while!"

Bai Chenghuan hurriedly comforted: "My mother thinks too much, and my daughter is not stupid, how can she reveal her details to him? ”

After returning to the Qin Palace, Bai Chenghuan received a post from Zhan Shichun and ordered someone to stay.

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