In the afternoon of the next day, Li Binglan and I, who were in full bloom, were summoned to the imperial palace by Nanzhan Buqi II. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Emperor received us in his bedchamber.

Nan Zhan Buqi's pale face was flushed with a slight flush - this should be the return to the light before he died, right?

The Emperor reclined on the pillows, his face a little gloomy in the shadow of the curtain, and his gaze staring at us a little darker.

The Emperor said to us in a weak voice, "Alex, Binglan! I didn't toast you at last night's wedding......"

Then he raised his trembling right hand, pointed at Emily and said, "Emperor, bring the imperial wine I specially prepared for this couple, the Ice Qiong Jade Syrup......"

"Father...... You...... If you're not in good health, don't ...... It's been drinking......" Emily said uneasily, her face turned pale, and her voice became unsteady.

"Go......" the Emperor said with a serious expression waving his hand, "I don't care ...... I also want to toast with Alec and Binglan......"

It was a long time before Emily walked in with the tray in her hand, and when she came to us, she looked even more nervous.

"Come, my daughter, my good son-in-law...... I'm going to have a drink with you......" Nan Zhan Buqi II took the glass from Emily and said to us, the wrinkles on his face trembling slightly, and the muscles of his face were squeezed out with a rather weird-looking smile.

Then Emily came to us with a tray in her hand.

I smiled at her, nodded, and reached for my glass.

But I saw Emily suddenly stumble, the tray overturned to the ground, the wine glasses and wine jugs were all broken, and the porcelain pieces and wine were scattered all over the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm distracted......"

Emily said apologetically, but her nervous expression suddenly became relaxed.

"Probably providential...... Providence is so ......" Nanzhan Buqi II sighed faintly, and said nothing more.

After a while, Emily approached her father's body to inspect it, and suddenly her face changed dramatically, and she called out to the tent, "Imperial Doctor! Tell the Imperial Doctor! ”

When the imperial physician arrived in a hurry and gave the emperor a burst of emergency treatment, Nanzhan Buqi II finally came to his senses.

After the emperor woke up, he suddenly grabbed the hand of the imperial doctor and said coldly, "How long can I survive?" Tell me the truth! If you dare to deceive me, you will go first! ”

The imperial doctor was drenched in cold sweat and panic, and his lips squirmed for a long time before he could make a sound: "Your Majesty...... Fear...... I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight......"

The emperor let go of the imperial doctor and was silent for a while before he said to Emily: "Passing on the crown prince, the prime minister, the military secretary, the crown prince, and the prince...... A cadre of people is waiting to enter the palace to see the fight! ”

Then he closed his eyes and said nothing.

When everyone came in, Nanzhan Buqi II slowly opened his eyes and said to everyone: "I will die soon...... I have something to tell you, and I hope you will handle it well after I die......"

"Your Majesty!"

Everyone stood on their knees and bowed their heads and shouted: "Please Your Majesty, don't talk about life and death lightly!" Your Majesty is the Holy Lord of Heaven's Mandate, and will be blessed by the gods, as long as you live and recuperate, after this calamity, you will be able to live a long and healthy life and stabilize the emperor! ”

"The number of fates is fixed, and it cannot be forced." The emperor said calmly, "I have only one request for you, that is, to support the young master, to share the emperor's business, and to settle the country for future generations!" In the future, if it is not my Ferratis, I will not be the emperor, if you violate this oath, you can join forces to punish the evil and call on the world to fight it! ”

"The ministers will do their best to help Prince Xiangli, stabilize the country and the country, and never give up!" Everyone wept and spoke.

"Okay," the emperor turned his gaze to the young crown prince, beckoned and said, "my grandson, come to the imperial grandfather's side, let the imperial grandfather take a good look at you......"

Emily led little Henry to the bedside, and little Henry didn't know what was going on, but was just curious and interesting, and asked, "Grandpa, what are you looking for your grandson?" Why so many people? Are they here to play with their grandchildren? ”

"Henry is good! In the future, don't just focus on playing, you must be sensible and learn to deal with government affairs...... Grandpa Huang will not be able to play with you in the future, Henry remember to listen to his sister......" Nanzhan Buqi II gently stroked little Henry's head, his eyes were full of love.

The Emperor turned to Princess Emily and said, "Daughter, please take good care of Henri from now on...... You are a kind-hearted person, and you are really not suitable to be born in an imperial family...... But it's your life......"

"Father...... I'm sorry...... I ...... "Emily was weeping and grief-stricken.

"Father doesn't blame you...... It's the luck of my Pharadis...... Maybe you can do this to keep you safe for the rest of your life......"

After the emperor said these words, he gasped slightly before continuing: "Alex, Binglan! Come here......"

When Li Binglan and I approached the bedside, the emperor said, "Binglan, I owe you a lot in my life, I hope you can forgive me ......."

"Your Majesty...... Father ......," Li Binglan cried sadly.

"Alec," said Nam Chambuqi II, whose gaze was unusually complicated, and put his lips to my ear, "if the Empire of Ferratis is doomed, let it be completely annihilated in its glory...... I hope you can remember the last bit of kindness of the Faradis family to you, and leave a little blood for the Faradis family......"

"I don't kill children." My eyes flickered, and I said in a voice that no one else could hear.

Li Binglan's delicate body trembled, as if she heard our conversation, and raised her head to look at me with a strange gaze.

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At this time, Nanzhan Buqi II said desolately: "O emperors of the past dynasties, your unscrupulous descendant Nanzhan Buqi is about to come to see you...... I can't keep the family business you gave me...... But I've tried, I've tried...... also tried to take the last ruthless step...... It's just that my clan's qi is exhausted, and I don't have any skills to recover......"

After speaking, Nanzhan Buqi II had already fainted.

When the emperor woke up again, his eyes were dim, and he had completely lost focus, as if he was unconsciously muttering: "Why is it so dark...... Is it nightfall? Is the fire extinguished...... Why not hold the lamp...... Why...... All I saw was darkness and coldness...... It's so cold...... As cold as my throne...... Ever since I sat in this position, I have only felt this cold...... For many years, I have been bound to this cold and dark place...... Finally free......"

The emperor passed out again, but never woke up, and a trace of unwillingness condensed on his tear-stained face.

…… When little Henry's childish cry sounded, finally breaking the air in the dormitory that seemed to have been stagnant, and realizing that His Majesty the Emperor had fallen asleep forever, everyone knew how to cry in unison.

On the evening of March 31, 1894, the Imperial Physician officially announced that His Majesty had returned to heaven.

In the early morning of the next day, the ten-year-old Henry Ferratis was officially crowned emperor in the "Lingtian" hall of the imperial palace, becoming the thirty-fourth emperor of the Faratis Empire.

Cowering and crying, little Henry was carried to the throne by his aunt.

"Long live Your Majesty!" The ministers knelt down and bowed their heads and chanted the holy name in unison.

In the midst of the heyday of the voices, Henry, uneasily curled up on a throne that was obviously too wide compared to his tiny body. Ferratis, as if greatly frightened, burst into tears.

I raised my head and looked at little Henry on the "Ascending Platform" with cold eyes, and I couldn't help but think to myself: What a farce that the 150 million people of the Holy Pharadis Empire should submit to the feet of such a child!

After the coronation of the new lord, the whole country mourned, and held a solemn, solemn, solemn and grand funeral for Nanzhan Buqi II, but whether it was the glory of life or the glory after death, Nanzhan Buqi can no longer see it, he has turned into a pile of loess, his soul flies into the dark, and the merits and demerits of his life can only be handed over to the world to judge at will.

On April 4, 1894 in the holy lun calendar, Arutun, Ettiria, and James took the name of returning to the imperial capital to mourn, and successively raised troops to attack, and the soldiers and horses of the three routes took care of each other, and took the center of the imperial capital from the north, south, and east, and the frontier was in an emergency.

James's weakness was not a concern, but the total strength of Arutun's troops and horses with the northern barbarians reached 200,000, and the army of Ettiria combined with the army of the Grand Duke Shaduff of the Kingdom of Dotir also reached 150,000 - these two armies attacked cities and plundered the land all the way, and countless towns and villages fell into the hands of Aruton and Ettiria, directly threatening the safety of the imperial capital.

At the urgently convened court meeting, Li Binglan and I took the initiative to ask for the army to lead the army, but Prime Minister Marcelo was defeated. Morales and the military secretary Carl Anji. The royalists, led by Morales and his sons, strongly opposed it, and their request was rejected by the regent Emily.

In the end, Emily accepted Marcelo's suggestion and sent Marshal Zikov to lead an army of 250,000 to attack Aruton in the north, and Karangi himself to lead 200,000 soldiers to fight against Ettiria.

At that time, Li Binglan just said lightly: "Suppress the outside world......"

I asked what kind of people the father, son, and daughter of the Libinglan Morales family were.

"Marcelo was a conservative man, a self-proclaimed orthodox, opposed to any change, a stubborn royalist, who had no defects or achievements in his government, and who became more perverse and paranoid after the loss of his son because of overstimulation. Carl (Karl Angie's nickname) is an honest and stammering man, calm and inflexible, although he has the talent to manage things, but he has no decisive power, it is difficult to be independent in major matters, he mainly listens to his father, and does not have the grace and elegance of his brother, nor does he lack the insight and courage of his brother; As a general, he lacks the ability to unify the whole army, although he is not a mediocre general, but in the face of the military methods of General Carlos Sinnoh, it is difficult to forgive. ”

"As for Juliet...... Xiao Yezi was raised by watching her, and she had a peculiar closeness to her eldest brother Hugh Grant and me, even closer than to her father and second brother, who was just a well-behaved, pure, cute and heart-wrenching little girl at that time, and now she has grown into a great beauty who has captivated the country and the city...... She is a maverick with a unique personality, extremely intelligent, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially painting, and has become a court painter at the age of sixteen, which is very right for you. Because she is a concubine and a woman, she has never been valued in the family, she grew up in the cold reception of her parents and peers, except for Hugh Grant, basically can not get the warmth from blood relatives, so she has a very sensitive and fragile heart, has a lonely soul, and the well-behaved on the surface cannot hide her indifferent attitude towards the world, whether she is well-behaved or indifferent, it is the protective color she plated on herself. That pair of wise phantom pupils are born with the ability to penetrate people's hearts, good and evil, good and bad, and also give her a thorough understanding of the hypocrisy of human nature, so she is willing to place her love on art, and place the true love that cannot be obtained in the real world in the exploration of the art world, only advocating the pursuit of the spiritual realm, and forgetting everything in the materialistic world. ”

After my proposal was rejected, Li Binglan and I asked us not to attend the court meeting when we were sick, and we stayed at home, kept our lights and kept quiet, sang songs and chords in the palace every night, entertained ourselves with calligraphy and paintings, sang and sang, and occasionally stepped on the spring and maple moon, indulged in sex with Van Dijk, turned a deaf ear to politics, and never mentioned military affairs.

These days, the sky over the empire is full of war clouds and haze, and war reports from the east, south, and north are frequent, and the fast horses of the messengers are constantly flowing on the post road to the imperial capital.

At the beginning of May 1894 in the Saint-Lun calendar, the news came that Karangi had been defeated in the southern battlefield, and that the 200,000-strong army was crushed, with more than half of the troops lost, and less than 100,000 soldiers and horses were left to retreat in a hurry, and the whole country was shocked.

After the victory, the troops of Etiria, under the leadership of General Carlos, were unstoppable and approaching the imperial capital step by step.

The wind is turbulent, the tide is raging, and the imperial capital is in danger.

On May 8, 1894, Emperor Henry I summoned me and Libinglan to the palace for discussion.

But I knew the opportunity I had been waiting for had finally arrived.

At the same time as the Emperor's edict arrived, I received a blue letter with a blue painting of the two trees on the cover, and when I opened it, I saw the contents: "I beseech His Royal Highness Prince Alexander St. Karen Dominis Meinster to meet him at the top of the Imperial Palace on the night of May 9, when the purple moon is in the sky. ”

Holding the edict in one hand and the notebook in the other, I laughed proudly: "Let the tide and tide at the end of the century come more violently!" ”

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