In April of the first year of Jin Taixi.

Luoyang City at night is not like a city, because of the curfew, people close their doors early, in the dim oil lamps or even dimer moonlight to spend long nights, this is the life of the people of Luoyang City day after day, they have long been accustomed to the silence of this night, therefore, when the empty streets suddenly come to a burst of noise, whether it is a woman who is still busy with the last bit of work, or a strong man who has already snored, Whether it was a child who was unwilling to go to bed and cried, or an old man who could no longer sleep on time, they all stretched out their ears and gloated as the army patrolling the city to arrest those who dared to stay outside, so that tomorrow day they would have a good show, for those who violated the curfew would be beaten in front of everyone.

In a short time, the dark streets were illuminated, and the noise outside became louder, with the sound of footsteps passing one after another, and the sound of horses' trotting hooves. Some of the brave residents on the street secretly tore a little gap in the window and looked out through the gap. The street outside, which was not very spacious, was crowded with people, they were dressed in armor of water, each holding a torch in his hand, and the whirring flames shone on their faces, and their frowning faces were particularly hideous, and they ran in different directions under the command of the former leader, in a neat formation, with firm steps. Just this glance, the people in the door didn't dare to look at it anymore, the last time there were so many people on the street was a long time ago, and the people who gathered that time dispersed, the world changed its owner, and Cao Wei became Jin. Could it be that the world is about to change again?

In Luoyang Palace, everyone was also flustered, and their steps were hurried, but no one dared to make a loud noise. A little eunuch trotted forward with a slightly chubby man, who had obviously not run like this for a long time, and soon he stopped, threw off his wide sleeves, sat on a stone bench by the side of the gravel road, and shouted: "Don't run, don't run, can't run." ”

The little eunuch in front heard the man shouting in the back, and also stopped, and when he looked back and saw that the man had sat down, he was also full of helplessness, so he had to turn back to the man, and begged again: "Your Highness, it's only two steps away, you can bear with it." ”

The man shook his head, simply moved back, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and tightly wrapped his hands around the stool: "You will coax me, I don't know anything else, I still know the road." ”

The little eunuch was so anxious that he couldn't care about anything else, so he stretched out his hand and dragged the man, while begging: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is seriously ill, everything you should have arrived has arrived, and it will be too late for you to be late." ”

"It's too late," the man was determined not to move any further, "or let me take a ride." ”

"How can it be too late? You are the crown prince, if you are too late, the princess will have to kill the slave. The little eunuch was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and simply bluffed with a straight face: "It's the crown princess who wants you to run, be fast." ”

The man paused, and his voice lowered: "Crown Princess, let me run?" ”

The little eunuch nodded hurriedly: "The crown princess asked you to run faster no matter what." ”

The man shrunk his neck, which was not long, stood up, and muttered, "In that case, I'll run." ”

After the man finished speaking, he ran forward with the little eunuch, passing through one palace after another, and finally stopped in front of the Taiji Palace. The Taiji Hall was surrounded by lanterns, adding some light to the dark night, and many people knelt in front of the hall, and these people let out a faint cry, which made the atmosphere of the Taiji Hall even more terrifying.

The man looked around curiously and asked the little eunuch, "My father has been sick for a long time, and they have been crying here for a long time, is it true or false?" Aren't you tired? ”

The little eunuch didn't take this stubble, but only explained: "His Royal Highness the Prince, the Crown Princess is waiting for you." ”

When the man heard this, he walked towards the Taiji Hall with a face full of reluctance. Outside the emperor's bedroom, the concubines in the palace were kneeling, and one by one the pear blossoms brought rain, crying sadly. Sima Yan was the founding king of the Jin Dynasty, he was eloquent and strategic, and he took power and usurped the throne to destroy Eastern Wu and dominate the world; He governed the country in a good way, innovated politics, developed the economy, and achieved the rule of Taikang. However, the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass after all, Sima Yan's harem is naturally full of flowers, competing for beauty, everyone is the blue eyes of Emperor Bo, all of them have exhausted the magic weapon and calculated the mechanism, but even so? Now the man who can bring them endless wealth is lying inside, the line of life and death, and they can only kneel at the door helplessly, shedding a few tears, not only for the man who brought them infinite joy and pain, but also for themselves hopeless, unable to see the light and the end of the second half of their lives.

Jia Nanfeng knelt behind, she was not Sima Yan's concubine, she was the crown princess of the crown prince Sima Zhen, and her fate would not be the same as these women in front of her. These women are afraid of Sima Yan's death, but she has been looking forward to this day for a long time in her heart, in addition to the desire for power, but also because Sima Yan doesn't like her, and she doesn't like this feeling of being disgusted, especially this person can decide her life for the rest of her life at any time. This sense of instability is about to disappear with Sima Yan's death, and she will be the queen of the world.

Thinking of this, Jia Nanfeng clenched her fists, the corners of her mouth turned upwards imperceptibly, and then she turned her gaze outside, wondering why the stupid husband hadn't appeared yet. The crown prince Sima Zhen was born stupid, and he was able to keep the position of the prince not only because the first queen forced Sima Yan to die, but also because of Jia Nanfeng's step-by-step camp, and now at the critical moment, she prayed that Sima Zhen would not cause any trouble.

Jia Nanfeng was pondering wildly, and finally saw Sima Zhen enter the hall with a probe in her head, she hurriedly got up and stepped forward, wiped the fine sweat on her head for her husband, and then looked at the little eunuch who followed Sima Zhen, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is it so slow?" ”

The little eunuch knelt on the ground "plopped", and the sweat on his face and neck fell to the ground "click, click", but he couldn't spit out a single explanation in his mouth for a long time. In fact, there is no need for him to say, Jia Nanfeng also knows that Sima Zhen is playing some boring game of "hide and seek" with those little palace maids who don't know where, so that the people below have been looking for a long time without looking for it.

Jia Nanfeng was too lazy to pay attention to the little eunuch, and said to Sima Zhen in an unquestionable tone: "After entering, don't cry directly, wait for your father to explain to you before crying, if your father mentions the matter of succession, you must refuse, saying that your father is in good health and will be cured in a few days......"

Before Jia Nanfeng finished speaking, Sima Zhen interrupted with a look of embarrassment: "You said so much, how can I remember it?" ”

Jia Nanfeng sighed, straightened Sima Zhen's clothes, and coaxed him with good words: "Then I won't say it, you can go in." ”

Sima Zhen immediately showed a smile, nodded, and walked towards his father's bedroom.

There was a strong smell of herbs in the room, Sima Zhen frowned and covered his nose, and then stretched his head to look at the couch, only to see that on the wide couch, Sima Yan was half-leaning, although he was extremely weak, but he still had a slight smile, and spoke cordially to a boy standing next to him, Sima Zhen recognized the boy as his son Sima Shu, but this son has been raised by Sima Yan's side, and he is not close to him as a father.

Behind Sima Shu was the empress Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi is the sister of Empress Xianyang, back then, Empress Xianyang was seriously ill and couldn't rest assured of her stupid son, so she begged Sima Yan to make her cousin the queen, and entrusted her son to her, so she closed her eyes with peace of mind. Yang Zhi is not good at scheming, but treats Sima Zhen as a parent, although Sima Zhen is stupid, but he is not a person who does not know good and bad, and he is also very kind to her. Standing at the bottom is the Taiwei Yang Jun, Yang Zhi's father.

Sima Zhen lowered his head and walked to the couch, knelt down, and said "Father".

Sima Yan turned his gaze to this stupid son, sighed, and said, "My father doesn't expect you to achieve anything, as long as in the future, you will smoothly hand over the empire to the hands of Xiao'er, it will be a credit." ”

When Sima Zhen heard this, he immediately burst into tears, and while crying, he tried to recall the words that Jia Nanfeng taught him: "Father is in good health, soon, soon, soon, he will ......"

"Alright." Sima Yan frowned, turned his gaze to Yang Jun who was standing below, slowed down, took a deep breath, and said, "Yang Qing, I will hand over the crown prince to you." ”

When Yang Jun heard this, tears also burst out of his eyes, he knelt on the ground, and said while kowtowing: "The minister will live up to His Majesty's trust." ”

Sima Yan nodded, looked at Sima Zhen again, paused, and said, "Your crown princess, you should be a good student and take care of it, don't let her come around and make trouble." After that, he explained to Yang Zhi again: "You don't have to let them do everything, you are an elder after all, you have to mention something, you can't just because Jia Nanfeng is the person chosen by your cousin, you don't dare to say anything, you are the queen, and you will be the queen mother in the future, and you have to take care of the trouble." Sima Yan obviously took a lot of effort to say this long list of words, he said these words over and over again, but he still couldn't help but continue, because he was not at ease, neither at ease with his son nor at ease with his grandson, behind this chatter was his unwillingness and unwillingness.

Empress Yang lowered her head and said "yes" respectfully.

Sima Shu wiped his tears: "The grandson can take care of himself, and he can also take care of his grandmother." ”

Seeing this, Sima Yan sighed again, waved his hand and said to everyone: "Yu'er stay with me, and the rest of you can go." ”

As soon as the sky was dawning, Sima Yan swallowed his last breath unwillingly and passed away with endless nostalgia. He is called Emperor Wu, and the temple is called Shizu.

The crown prince Sima Zhen ascended the throne, set up the crown princess Jia Nanfeng as the queen, respected his stepmother Yang Zhi as the queen mother, and set up his only son Sima Shu as the crown prince, and Yang Jun as the prince to assist the government. The name of the year was changed to Yongxi, and the world was amnesty.