Everyone knows that there is an old saying: Emperor Mo Sheng's family! How did it come about?

When Liu Ziluan, the son of Emperor Xiaowu Liu Jun, was killed by his elder brother Liu Ziye, who later succeeded to the throne as the former deposed emperor, when he came to power, the ten-year-old boy said helplessly: "May the future body not be resurrected by the emperor's family." ”

Within a few years, its last emperor, the thirteen-year-old Shun Emperor Liu Ling, was forced to take the Zen throne by Xiao Daocheng, who later became the Taizu of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and was so frightened that he hid under the Buddha cover and cried.

And when Liu Lian heard that Xiao Daocheng would not kill him, he cried and said: "I hope that the future life will not be reborn in the family of the Son of Heaven." ”

Yang Tong, the grandson of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty and who was abolished and killed after being helped to power by Wang Shichong, also lamented on the day he was killed, "From now on, I wish I would not have a noble family of the emperor." ”

Li Yu, the emperor of the eternal words, wrote a song "How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward!" It provoked the mourning of the queen and the anger of the Song Emperor, so that it became Li Yu's last work.

May you be born in the family of the emperor for the rest of your life! Yes, after hearing "keep cutting, the reason is still messy, it is sorrow, don't be a general taste in my heart" I understand more and more that Li Yu is a good person, but not a good emperor.

May the soft-hearted people also be born in the family of the emperor in the world!

Sadly, this phenomenon has lasted for thousands of years, and it has been repeated over and over again!

Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun burst out at the moment of life and death with the power of the desolation that he had not used for a long time, and his hands and feet had been struggling desperately, as if he was going to grasp the last straw of life.

Zhu Changluo pressed the pillow hard, and even pressed his body up, and after a long time, he was tired and panting, and gasped hatefully: "You should be content, you don't die yet, staying in this world is just adding to your troubles, can you die soon!" ”

At this time, Zhu Changluo's face was already hideous, like a vicious wolf that had been hungry for seven or eight days, staring fiercely at the prey under him, just wanting to tear it to pieces to satisfy his empty belly.

Zhu Changluo's teeth are very white and very pointed!

There seemed to be a trace of scarlet blood on the white teeth, Zhu Changluo bared his vicious teeth and used all his strength to suppress his father, gradually, slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt that the strength of the people under him was getting smaller and weaker, until after a cup of tea, he was directly still.

Zhu Changluo tried to loosen his strength a little, but there was no reaction below, so he slowly withdrew the force of pressing his arms up and down, and slowly supported his upper body, which was already sweating profusely.

The right hand slowly pulled away the satin pillow, only to see Wanli staring at himself with round eyes, Zhu Changluo was gallant, and hurriedly covered the pillow again and pressed it hard.

After another while, there was no movement under him, not even the slightest reaction, Zhu Changluo removed the pillow with trembling hands, and Wanli was still staring at him.

Zhu Changluo stretched out his fingers tremblingly, trembling under Wanli's nose, and probed his nose without a trace of gasping and heat.

Only then did Zhu Changluo stretch out his sleeves and wipe the sweat on his head, slowly got up, and moved down from the bed with difficulty.

His feet were as heavy as lead, and when he finally arrived at the table, Zhu Changluo took off the lid of the teapot, poured a pot of cold tea into his throat in one go, and sat down on the stool weakly.

Zhu Changluo was silent for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a hint of evil smile.

Zhu Changluo walked to the bed and looked at Zhu Yijun, whose face was blue, his lips were cyanosis, and his bloodshot eyes were very protruding, looking terrifying and terrifying in the dark.

Zhu Changluo couldn't help but shudder, but without hesitation, he stretched out his hands to caress Wanli's eyes, and said with a smile: "Wanli, Wanli, as soon as Wanli dies, the country will be peaceful and prosperous, how about the era name of the father and the emperor, and the son's name is Taichang?" ”

Walking back to the table silently again, Zhu Changluo picked up the wine jug he had just found and poured himself a glass of wine, slowly took it and drank it all, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Zhu Changluo said to himself in the dark: "Father, rest assured, the sons will take good care of King Fu and Concubine Zheng, hehe, if I let her mother and son die peacefully and smoothly, I am not worthy of being your son!" ”

This time he drank more slowly, and it wasn't until the second watch that Zhu Changluo threw away the empty wine jug in the middle of the night alone, opened the door and called: "Liu Wei, Liu Wei!" ”

Liu Wei, who was tired and tired, hurriedly ran to Zhu Changluo, bowed down and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince, what do you command?" ”

Zhu Changluo said expressionlessly: "Hurry up and find Wang An's father-in-law, if you are in a hurry, you will also ask him to pass on the imperial doctor immediately." ”

Liu Wei immediately turned around and left, Zhu Changluo looked at Han Benyong, who straightened his waist and held a knife in one hand in the distance, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked back to the hall.

In less than a cup of tea, Wang An had already hurried to the gate of the Qianqing Palace, and the stumbles along the way made him look embarrassed, but he couldn't take care of it so much.

As soon as Wang An knocked, Zhu Changluo's gloomy voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

Wang An pushed the door and entered, and two candles had been lit in the room, but they looked extremely small in the huge space.

Without waiting for Wang An to ask for peace, Zhu Changluo said with a sad face: "Princess, my father's illness has suddenly occurred, but I am afraid that he will be powerless." ”

Wang An was shocked, and glanced at the bed from a distance, Wanli on the bed did not move, and even the quilt did not see any ups and downs.

Wang An bowed down and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, the servant has summoned the imperial doctor, it is estimated that it will be there in a while, the matter is urgent, do you want the servant to send the cabinet over in case of emergency?" ”

Zhu Changluo glanced at Wang An twice, and said with satisfaction: "Well, let's go, the sooner the better, in addition, Zhou Jiamo, the secretary of the ministry, Zou Yuanbiao of Dali Temple, and Sun Ruyou, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, also want them to come to the Qianqing Palace immediately, and they must not be publicized." ”

Wang An immediately said yes, turned his head and left, and already understood a lot of things in his heart!

Just after the third watch, the first assistant of the cabinet, Congzhe, led the rest of the people all the way to the Qianqing Palace, Wang An followed closely behind, and entered Wanli's room with the imperial doctor at the door.

Zhu Changluo greeted him with a sad face, and said eagerly with tears in his eyes: "Imperial Doctor, my father's condition has suddenly worsened, please hurry up and show my father." ”

The imperial doctor hurriedly ran to the bed, rolled Wanli's eyelids, looked at his mouth and nose again, and couldn't help but change his face, as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhu Changluo's face covered by his sleeves revealing a pair of eyes, staring at him deadly.

The imperial doctor was startled, rolled his eyes, and said loudly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Qiqi, the Holy Lord has suffered from a chronic illness and has returned from death, please mourn Your Highness." ”

Zhu Changluo's eyes showed a hint of warmth, but he immediately rushed quickly, fell down in front of the bed and howled: "Father, the child is not filial, he can't serve as soon as possible, the child should die..."

As he spoke, the crying became louder and louder, Zhu Changluo beat his chest, and almost cried to death.

Fang Congzhe glanced at a few people around him, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhu Changluo up, and Fang Congzhe, the first assistant of the cabinet, hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness mourns, the saint has died, and the whole country is sad, but the country cannot be without a king for a day, and I also ask Your Highness to take national affairs as the priority." ”

Zhu Changluo stood up with the support of everyone sadly, and Fang Congzhe instructed everyone: "You take care of His Highness here first, and it will be early soon, I will arrange it first, and I will ask His Highness to preside over it later." After speaking, he left in a hurry, without even looking at Wanli on the bed.

Zhu Changluo covered his tearful face with his sleeves, but looked at Wanli who was gradually stiffening with a smile in his eyes: "Father, this throne originally belonged to me, although you have always wanted to give it to Zhu Changxun, although you have done everything possible and done everything, but I have now taken it back with my own efforts, hahaha, what can you do to me?" In a few days, I will kill your most beloved son Ling Chi, what can you do to me? Hahaha, if you bury your favorite Concubine Zheng Guifei with you, what can you do with me? Hahaha, you should be grateful to me, grateful to you, the filial eldest son, hahaha! ”