On the second day of the first lunar month, Chu Xuanxuan and her husband, Ren Qiusheng, a doctor of Guanglu Temple, returned to Chu Mansion to visit.

After hastily finishing the ceremony, Ren Qiusheng and Chu Minghong's brother Chu Minghu drank and talked happily in the main hall, Chu Changting teased Chu Nanpu and Chu Xuanxuan's children to play, and Chu Xuanxuan and Chu Minghong retired all the servants in the side hall alone.

"The moon is bright in a thousand doors, the sky is like water, it is a festival in the world. The spring of Xiaomei is full of air, and the flowers and candles are listed. Coming and going to Qiluo, noisy and drumming, Dadan He has rested. Chu Xuanxuan stood by the window, the flowers and candles were surging outside, and the noisy scenery of the New Year was refracted on her face through the window lattice, and the glimpses were like ripples and flashing in her bottomless eyes.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery in the world belongs to a dynasty that does not deserve it." Chu Minghong snorted coldly.

"Brother, since Changting has failed to get married, our plan is going to be delayed?" Chu Xuanxuan and sister-in-law Mo Jiu have a deep friendship, the two have known each other since the year of Chu Xuanxuan's golden hairpin, and the two years of companionship have already made the two talk about everything, and they are like sisters. But how could the former emperor Yi Hengdao brutally mutilate Mo Jiutian, making Chu Xuanxuan lose his best friend, and Chu Minghong losing his beloved wife.

"Changting didn't entrust me to go, and my heart was always uneasy." Chu Minghong said in a deep voice, "If the plan fails, but, it has to ...... The great crime of punishing the nine clans, I really can't rest assured of her. ”

"How can I plan for more than ten years, but the old thief of Yi Hengdao died first." Chu Xuanxuan thought of the resentment, clenched her fists, and burst into tears, "Now that there is a different emperor, the power of the DPRK and China is unpredictable, which makes it difficult for us to show our strengths." ”

"In any case, if I don't have a complete grasp of protecting the Chu Mansion family, I will definitely not take risks and trap you and Minghu in danger." Chu Minghong said, "Besides, Minghu has a new pair of children to be fed, and I really don't want to ruin his life's happiness." ”

"Big brother." Chu Xuanxuan suddenly thought of her own pair of children, after Mo Jiutian died, she held a grudge, she had no intention of giving birth, she only wanted to avenge her sister-in-law, how could she not be able to match the infatuation of the teenager and Ren Qiusheng, although she finally got married and had children at the age of twenty-five, but the dependence of her children had already smoothed out her sharpness in the early years, making her have scruples about rebellion. At this time, she looked at the white hair of Chu Minghong's sideburns, who had never married, and said in a trembling voice: "Is there a way back?" ”

The wrinkles in the corners of Chu Minghong's eyes twitched, and he hesitated for a long time before he slowly spoke: "No." ”

In fact, Chu Minghong also had a long time between letting go and persisting in moving forward, he knew that Yi Hengdao was dead, and Yi Lunhuan worked hard after ascending the throne, and governed the country in an orderly manner for three years.

But when he thought of the tragic situation of his wife Mo Jiutian before her death, she was as painful as a hundred ants devouring her heart, and it was difficult to swallow her resentment against the Beitian Zhuoyi clan after all.

He pitied himself like the people of the world, and he tried his best to intrigue and wrestle, but after all, he was trapped by love and drew the ground as a prison.

At least that's what he thought.

As everyone knows, he has been planning for more than ten years, and his ambition has already been fed fat and grown in his careful planning day by day. He planted the seeds of power and usurpation in his heart, watering and irrigating day and night, silently, the seeds had already taken root and sprouted, the roots and stems were intertwined and deeply rooted in the flesh and bones, and the canopy of the trees was verdant and covered the sky and the sun, blinding his chaotic eyes. At this moment, even if Mo Jiu came back from the dead, Yan Yan smiled and comforted him softly beside him, even if Chu Changting knelt in front of him, weeping and begging, even if there were more than a dozen bloody heads of living people up and down the Chu family, lying across the Fenghua long street leading to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, he would turn a blind eye, listen to it, and resolutely step on the corpses of his relatives and walk towards the Nine Dragons Palace, and it would be difficult to change his mind for half a minute.

He didn't know that the so-called deep love between husband and wife, and the so-called hatred of taking his wife, had already become a high-sounding excuse for his disobedience, to comfort his ridiculous literati style.

People in the world love to play with power, and they are proud to play with power between applause and complacency; As everyone knows, in his life, in fact, it is not playing with power at all, but the power is playing with himself. The greed for supreme power and the never-ending ambition of the gambler's trembling pleasure of playing again and again imprisons people deeply, and the more they try to struggle, the tighter they will be restrained, and finally they will be squeezed dry of their blood and bone marrow, and they will die in a cage.

On the second day of the first lunar month, because it was the first year to enter the palace, the emperor was happy and quiet, so he did not arrange for his family members to visit the concubines in the palace, but arranged for them to go home in person to save their relatives, and those who lived in the capital would all return when they came. Those whose homes are not in Fengzhao will call their relatives to meet in the palace on the outskirts of Fengzhao, and it is not easy to see each other after running around and tired, so they are allowed to come back the next day. For a while, there was only Yi Lunhuan left in the Fengzhao Palace.

When I woke up drunk in the afternoon, the pine window bamboo household, thousands of chic.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one bothered, Yi Lun Huan retired all the servants, drunk since noon, and when the sun was setting as soon as he slept, the shadow of pine and bamboo was slanted on the ground through the window lattice, like a faded ink painting, mottled and swaying, shallow and meaningful.

He didn't move, just lay quietly on the bed, staring at the shattered light and shadow, and he was distracted.

It's a pity, Yi Lunhuan thought. Pine window bamboo household, but he is not thousands of chic.

Time flies.

The moon floats in the shallow window, and the shadow is sparse and sloping.

After dinner, he extinguished all the candles in the dormitory, and stood in the gazebo with his hands in his hands. From a distance, the back is lonely and dusty, but there is a lot of loneliness growing in every trace of the texture of the dragon robe.

The cold wind mixed with the slaughter of the winter night whistled from the gazebo, Yi Lunhuan's hands were slightly numb from the cold, he raised his hand to touch his cheeks, and suddenly felt that his teeth were sour, as if he missed the taste of rock sugar gourd.

"Mei Rong." He called softly, his hoarse voice floating above the cold currents. Mei Rong's figure suddenly flashed on the roof and quietly fell to the ground.

"I miss the taste of rock sugar gourds so much." Yi Lunhuan gently hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he remembered a sweet past.

The first half of his life was so hard and hard work, and many conspiracies and calculations engulfed him in it, so that when he looked back, except for a string of rock sugar gourds, there was only a long stream of blood and endless darkness like an abyss.

Born in the emperor's family, when he was weak, he had suffered from the great sorrows and sufferings of the world.

The kind-hearted mother died in a harem battle, and Yi Lunhuan was sent to the fence at the age of eight. Thousands of ravines can only be endured in the chest, and the edges and corners are hidden before the edge is revealed.

He pretended to be amorous and idle, did not ask about the government and politics, and did not stand on the party and government. But how did his father refuse to let him go, he was suspicious of him everywhere, he was visited every day, he often tripped him, and from time to time he would send him a task and then keep an eye on his every move.

He pretended to be a brother and a brother, smiling and kind to everyone. Rao is like this, there are still high-ranking concubines who try to stir up the storm and try him, there are still ill-intentioned brothers who suspect him of keeping his light and want to put him to death, and there are still traitors who trick him into alienating the quagmire of officialdom and impeach him for every move.

In this way, he survived for seventeen years.

The first emperor had six sons and three daughters, one son died on the battlefield, and the fourth son lost his life; A girl died young. The two daughters married far away and kissed.

Corruption is rife in the court, colluding in front of the harem, and the sons are fighting for internal friction; Countries outside the DPRK are eyeing each other, colluding with each other inside and outside to make huge profits, and they have endless desires and repeatedly commit crimes.

The northern sky is scorching and the country is lonely, showing a state of crumbling decline when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

So, when his dearest and most beloved Sixth Wang Sister was forced to marry and marry far away to protect the precarious territory of the former emperor and continue the unscrupulous lust of the former emperor, he could no longer tolerate it. Taoguang has been obscure for several years, the idle prince in the eyes of others, the fifth son of the emperor who didn't care too much, cast a net to cover the sky, and killed all the pickles hidden in the palace.

Overnight, the emperor died violently, the powerful people sat together, the traitors died tragically, the bones of the thieves withered, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, and the heavens and the earth were changed.

Overnight, his temperament changed drastically, sweeping the king's side, clearing the harem, no longer modest, no longer smiling. He tore off all disguises, and his methods were cruel and ruthless, and he was cold and ruthless to people.

Overnight, he became the loneliest widow in the world, the most ruthless emperor.

Such a lonely and murderous past has been added to the presence of Chu Changting. Whenever he was tired of being caught in the treacherous clouds, whenever he was still being forced to die by his royal brothers to avoid everywhere, whenever he was tired of seeing the officialdom of cheating you and me to the death, he would run to meet her secretly.

He remembered it so clearly, she had a pair of simple and clear eyes, and at a glance, he felt that all the bright colors of heaven and earth fell into them. When she smiled, her eyes would shine in the sun, sparkling and moving like clear waves.

He will never forget that she has the cleanest smile in the world. The corners of the mouth are raised like the moon and half bent, and the pear vortex is rippling like spring water. Giggled, the mood at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was as seductive and playful as a little fox, and his voice was delicate and crisp like a silver bell swaying his waist in the wind, which made his mind ripple, and he could let go of all his vigilance in an instant, and talk to her relaxed and leisurely.

She is so bright and bright, and he is so unbearable when he is full of physical and mental calculations.

But he knew that he was unbearable, but he desperately wanted to run to her, and selfishly wanted to stay by her side, forever.

At this time, the huge palace is single.

Above 10,000 people, he is the most ruthless emperor. But at the moment, all he wants is a string of rock sugar gourds that he regarded as treasures when he was young.

The time has come, the palace concubines with the jingling of the pearl and green collision sound back to the palace one after another, rouge powder ten miles of fragrance, joy and mourning echoed in the palace, the harem bustling with thousands of lights in a flash.

And Yi Lunhuan just leaned quietly by the window, listening to the whispering sound brought by the wind through the hall, silent and silent. The cold moonlight sprinkled on his wide golden robe, swaying and swaying silver, the gold shining strongly, the silver tactfully moistened, the gold and silver colliding, floating slightly in the north wind, scattered all over the place.

He lowered his head, stared at the bright red rock sugar gourd in his hand, and ate it one bite at a time with heart and concentration.