In the summer of the first year of the Later Yuan Dynasty, the Son of Heaven did not stay in Jianzhang Palace, but went to Dinghu Palace. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info (Note)

Dinghu Palace is located in Lantian County, in the southeast corner of Shanglin Garden. Legend has it that in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor mined the first mountain copper to cast the tripod, the tripod was completed, there was a dragon under the dragon, and the minister climbed the dragon and the beard was seventy-two people. Therefore, the Son of Heaven built this palace in Lantian.

Mrs. Gou Yi came to Dinghu Palace for the first time, and she was very unhappy when she looked at the somewhat dilapidated palace room, but the Son of Heaven didn't care, and she only laughed at the fear of the Hook Shield Order.

"I remember what I said, and it has nothing to do with you. The Son of Heaven's tone was extremely light, and he waved his hand to let the hook and shield order retreat.

Mrs. Hook Yi was puzzled, but she was not curious, so she hid all her thoughts and carefully served the Son of Heaven.

"Qing retreat!" the Son of Heaven lay down on the jade bed and asked the pet to retreat.

"Ah Weng, Fling is with you. Without waiting for Mrs. Hook Yi to speak, Liu Fuling beside her proposed expectantly.

"Not today. The Son of Heaven touched the forehead of the young son, "Go and rest!"

Liu Fuling still wanted to be coquettish, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the Son of Heaven had closed his eyes, so he could only leave with his mother's salute. The eunuch who served on the side immediately agreed.

Mrs. Gouyi's heart couldn't help but tighten, but she didn't look back, and took her son's hand and walked out of the palace.

When she returned to her residence, Mrs. Gou Yi instructed her cronies in the palace: "Let Zhonghuangmen come to see me." ”

*****

There were only a few lamps lit in the emperor's bedroom, which was very dim, and after receiving the silk scroll handed over by the Son of Heaven himself, the Yellow Gate Ling was flattered, and he was even more frightened.

"This is an old picture, paint a new picture. Tomorrow, I will see. The Son of Heaven's voice was hoarse, which made Huang Men Ling tremble.

"No!"

"Both drawings must be submitted, and the old drawings must not be damaged. The Son of Heaven commanded indifferently, and there were no more words to explain what would happen if he failed to do so.

"No. ”

It's just a simple drawing errand, but Huang Men Ling inexplicably feels that it is definitely not simple.

Exiting the emperor's bed, Huang Men Ling opened the silk scroll while returning to the official office, only glanced at it, and then froze, his hands trembled even more, and he could barely hold the thin silk painting.

*****

"Duke of Zhou Cheng Dynasty Princes?" Mrs. Gou Yi repeated the awkward name in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Lady Hook Yi didn't understand.

Zhonghuangmen, who was also from a humble background, didn't know it originally, but just now in the Huangmen Department, the old man in the Huangmen Order and the Department had explained this allusion, so he explained to Mrs. Gouyi vividly: "King Wu of Zhou died after destroying Shang, and his son King Cheng ascended the throne, but King Cheng was young and difficult to take charge of the country, so he was regent by King Wu's brother Duke Zhou, and when the princes made a pilgrimage, Duke Zhou held King Cheng to meet him. ”

"Why do you want to draw this picture?" Lady Gou Yi realized, but she couldn't believe it.

Zhonghuangmen immediately bowed: "Madame is overjoyed!"

Holding each other with her hands in her sleeves, Mrs. Hook Yi sat upright and asked in a confused tone, "Daxi?"

"Yes, King Cheng ascended the throne at a young age, and the meaning in the picture is that the Lord intends to appoint a young son!"

"Such a big thing, don't talk about it!" Mrs. Hook Yi immediately reprimanded, and before he could open her mouth to defend herself, she waved her hand to make him retreat, "I just think I've never heard of this nonsense. ”

Zhonghuangmen retreated in disagreement, and the other palace people also withdrew at the signal of Mrs. Gouyi, leaving Mrs. Gouyi to sit alone in the hall.

Holding the table tightly, Mrs. Gou Yi gritted her teeth and lay down on the table, her heart was not full of excitement and joy, but inexplicable sour and sad, and only one sentence kept echoing in her mind: "I finally waited!"

- All grievances, pain, caution...... The days are finally ...... It's coming to an end!

*****

When the Yellow Gate Order presented the picture, Mrs. Gou Yi and Liu Fuling were there.

The Son of Heaven did not look at the new map, but unfolded the old map, examined it carefully, and after confirming that there was no damage, he carefully put it away, and then raised his eyes to look at the close ministers of His Highness.

"Huo Guang. ”

The Son of Heaven's gaze turned around, and in the end, it still fell on Huo Guang.

Huo Guang, who came to the door of the hall in response, bowed his head respectfully, waiting for the command of the Son of Heaven.

“…… Come here. The Son of Heaven hesitated, but still let Huo Guang enter the hall, and at the same time waved his hand to let the pet Ji and the young son retreat to the back bed.

"This ...... Give it to you!" the Son of Heaven motioned to the eunuch to hand over the new map presented by the Yellow Gate Order to Huo Guang, "Open it and take a look!"

“…… Nuo ...... "Huo Guang was puzzled, but he didn't dare to disobey."

"This ......"

Seeing the picture, Huo Guang knelt down in panic.

——On the right side of the figure, with a small seal written "Zhou Gong Cheng Dynasty Princes Map", can not be mistaken.

"Lord ......" Huo Guang subconsciously wanted to resign, but the Son of Heaven had already gotten up and went back to bed.

"I wanted to give it but I didn't give it, but now I can't give it!" the Son of Heaven whispered words of unknown meaning, which only he could hear and understand......

*****

"Ah Weng, what is that?" Liu Fuling pulled the sleeve of the Son of Heaven with a curious expression, and pointed to the silk scroll in the hand of the Son of Heaven.

patted the young son's head, and the Son of Heaven took the silk roll back into his arms and chuckled: "This...... It was Ah Weng who prepared a funeral for himself...... I'm going to bring it into Maoling!"

- Yes, this picture can only be relieved if he wears it close to him.

- Preferably...... No one knew there was such a picture...... After all, the person he wanted to give didn't know......

Thinking of this, the Son of Heaven couldn't help but smile even more happily.

Mrs. Gou Yi stood aside and listened quietly to the conversation between father and son, with a gentle smile on her face, which became more and more tactful, however, the Son of Heaven never looked at her.

*****

"That's what I mean...... Do you want to hook the child?" Kim Il-pan carefully confirmed.

Huo Guang stared at the picture and was silent.

“…… Are you going to ......" Jin Riyan was frightened by his look, and asked uncertainly, but saw Huo Guang sneering.

"Becoming a king...... Zhou Gong ......"

Huo Guang muttered softly, and the candlelight flickered, making his face more and more unpredictable and weird.

Jin Riyan hurriedly reminded him: "Zimeng, the key is the Lord's will!" Other people's thoughts and understandings are meaningless.

Huo Guang chuckled: "Uncle Weng, no matter what, there is no queen mother on this picture......"

Jin Riyan looked at Huo Guang and couldn't refute it.

*****

"Hook Yizi?" Shangguan Ji's expression was gloomy, which made Shangguan An very puzzled.

Glancing at his son, Shangguan Ji shook his head slightly: "Not necessarily ......"

"Not necessarily?" Shangguan An didn't understand why his father still said this.

"If the crown prince is not decreed for a day, it will be difficult to say about this matter!" Shangguan Ji insisted on a cautious attitude, "Shao Chong's age is just to succeed to the throne, who said that it must be a hook Yizi? Si* didn't come out of thin air!"

Shangguan An frowned: "The emperor......'s great-grandson?"

Shangguan Ji smiled: "Mrs. Hook Yi may not think so. ”

Shangguan An was even more confused.

After chuckling for a moment, Shangguan Ji motioned for his son to come over and whispered, "No matter what, Mrs. Hook Yi can't stay." "Only the young master who has nothing to grasp is easy to master.

- If Mrs. Gou Yi is eyeing the young and ignorant great-grandson of the emperor, no matter what happens to that child, Huo Guang will not let her go!

- I'm afraid that even the Son of Heaven will not let her go...... Although he did not favor the emperor's great-grandson, the Son of Heaven also did not dispose of the child......

Shangguan Ji calculated the best result in his heart - Mrs. Gou Yi died, the emperor's great-grandson was in danger, and Liu Fuling succeeded to the throne!

- If so...... God help!

*****

Looking at the palace maid who was kneeling in front of her and trembling and pleading, Mrs. Hook Yi suddenly stopped being angry.

- How many times has this been?

- These lowly palace people are hiding in dark corners, whispering terrible stories about the time when they were in high school!

- Obvious to the point of almost undisguised metaphor!

- Who is it?

- Who is behind this?

Mrs. Hook Yi understood that these palace maids were just controlled puppets, and it was useless to kill them.

"Stand down!" Leaving behind a sentence that surprised everyone, she continued to the emperor's bed.

In the early morning of August, the wind began to chill bitingly......

*****

Serving the Son of Heaven and getting up to eat, Mrs. Gou Yi became more and more gentle and considerate, and did not pretend to others in all affairs, the Son of Heaven just smiled and did not say anything.

"Without Madame, what should I do?" When the morning meal was used, the Son of Heaven suddenly sighed, "On the way to Ganquan, Madame should ride!"

"Ganquan?" Mrs. Gou Yi was startled.

"Yes, in the first month of next year, I will receive the princes and kings of the court in Ganquan, so let's go first!" the Son of Heaven explained indifferently.

A few days later, outside Yunyang City, the Son of Heaven, who had his eyes closed, asked her in the same indifferent tone: "Madame, do you remember today's day?"

“…… August Guihai ......" She didn't know what Bai Zi meant, and answered truthfully.

The Son of Heaven chuckled, revealing a certain cruel meaning: "August Guihai...... Does Madame remember anything else?"

Mrs. Hook Yi trembled, not daring to answer.

- The eighth day of August......

- The death day of the prince's ......

"Don't you dare to say?" the emperor finally opened his eyes, looked at her with a smile and closed them again, "You have no fear, don't you?"

She had no luck, raised her hand to take off the hairpin, and kowtowed: "The concubine is really afraid." ”

"Heh......" The emperor laughed when he heard this, and after a while he stopped laughing, leaning slightly towards her location, "Liu Quyu is dead, Jiang Chong is dead, Su Wen is dead, Li Guangli is dead...... So many people are dead, ma'am, why are you still alive?"

She trembled, and couldn't say a word, so she could only listen to the emperor's faint order to send her to prison.

Taken down by Yulin's prisoner, she finally came back to her senses, struggling to pray for the mercy of the Son of Heaven: "Your Majesty, Fuling is still young......"

Yu Linlang stopped hesitantly, but the cold voice of the Son of Heaven immediately sounded: "Hurry up, you can't live." ”

- How could this Son of Heaven be a benevolent monarch?

Standing next to Chengyu, Jin Riyan looked at the desperate woman with a look of pity, but categorically signaled Yu Lin to escort her away immediately.

- How can you still live?

Note: Xingding Lake Palace is the author for the plot of the fabrication, after the first year, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty after the stability of the line there is no record of luck, hereby explained.

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