Jiang Chuan strode out of the Qianqing Palace, the bright and warm sunlight suddenly rushed over, he squinted at the sun that was about to rise to the middle of the sky, and laughed.

The sun is still the same sun, but this Ming is no longer the same Ming as before.

In the deep and empty hall behind him, there was the emperor's crazy screaming and shouting, both scolding him for being disloyal and unfilial, scolding the ministers for misleading the king, and crying to the ancestors of the Ji family.

The only thing that is not is to repent of one's mistakes.

Jiang Chuan sighed, people always reach the end of the road, and I am afraid that in the last moment of their lives, they will reflect on the mistakes of their lives. At this time, this poor emperor was just a frustrated person who complained but could not do anything.

Watching Jiang Chuan's tall body walk down the steps of the Qianqing Hall step by step, Wei Zhongxian immediately knelt on the ground in fear and was silent.

The emperor's frantic shouting and shouting made his heart beat in shock, he was afraid that this scolding would make the King of Qin angry, which would cause the Heavenly Family to suffer and cause a catastrophe.

Listening to the footsteps walking in step by step, Wei Zhongxian's body trembled even more. It wasn't the first time he had seen His Royal Highness the King of Qin, but there had never been a time when he was so frightened and uneasy.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes looked at the pair of black boots stopped in front of him, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Jiang Chuan lowered his head and looked at the old eunuch who was kneeling in front of him, wearing a python robe, and did not speak for a while, but it made Wei Zhongxian feel like a thorn in his back, but he still didn't dare to move. (Note: In the late Ming Dynasty, the emperor would often reward some favored ministers with some special dresses, such as flying fish suits, bullfighting suits, and even python robes.) The flying fish suit is the lowest grade, the bullfighting suit is higher, and the python robe is the highest level of dress that the emperor can give to his courtiers, which is an ultimate honor. ”

Jiang Chuan looked at the old eunuch kneeling in front of him, and looked away again, looking at the heavy palace walls everywhere and the cornices and corners of the various halls and palaces, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wei Zhongxian finally couldn't help it, he slammed his forehead on the hard bluestone slab, and said earnestly with tears: "Your Highness, Your Highness, the old slave begs you, please don't be like the emperor, don't embarrass the emperor." You said that you want to protect the royal family, you promised the old slave, you are the pride of the sky, you are a good word, the old slave begs you! I still have a little credit to His Royal Highness in the old slave, the old slave begs you! The old slave doesn't want anything, just ask your subordinates to show mercy, the old slave is willing to find a place with dense mountains and forests to serve the emperor, and never appear in front of the world again. Your Highness, as long as you don't embarrass the emperor, the old slave is willing to do anything......"

Looking at Wei Zhongxian's appearance, Jiang Chuan was a little surprised.

He originally had no good impression of these eunuchs, from ancient times to the present, the names of these eunuchs are almost all associated with the troubled government, whether it is from Zhao Gao in the Qin Dynasty, or the various eunuch dictatorships in the late Tang Dynasty, or Liu Jin and Wei Zhongxian in the Ming Dynasty, all of them are synonymous with traitors.

If it weren't for the sake of having an eyeliner by the emperor's side, he wouldn't have used Wei Zhongxian.

Now that there is no one in this capital who can stop him from taking power alone, Wei Zhongxian has actually lost his role.

Wei Zhongxian's previous performance made him think that this person was a power-hungry eunuch like the history he was familiar with.

But he didn't expect that this eunuch would be so loyal to an emperor who was destined to be abolished and even his life might not be saved, and he was willing to give up everything to accompany the emperor to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

He had always known that these eunuchs in the palace were all drama spirits, could it be that this guy was pretending to be a gesture to make himself treat him differently?

Jiang Chuan's expression moved slightly, and he did not express his position immediately.

After this year's experience, he is no longer the young man who believed what others said.

Wei Zhongxian looked at Jiang Chuan and didn't speak, and slammed his forehead on the bluestone slab even harder, and the skin on his forehead was quickly scratched off, and blood flowed out, flowing down his eyebrows and cheeks.

Wei Zhongxian didn't seem to be aware of the pain, and still kowtowed his head again and again, and the blood quickly covered his orange-peeled face, making him look terrifying.

The crown and hat on his head fell to the ground as a result, and his gray hair, which had been combed in a glossy manner, became scattered.

Looking at Wei Zhongxian's appearance, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but be moved.

He now believed that the old eunuch was indeed loyal to the emperor.

People are inherently complicated, although Wei Zhongxian, an old eunuch, also has selfish desires, he will also use the emperor behind his back to be his eyeliner before, which is selfishness in human nature.

But what he is showing now is also human nature, just a shining point in human nature.

"Father-in-law Wei, one of the wisest things the emperor may have done in his life is to reuse you. Go and persuade him to attend the royal feast in the evening. When the time comes, the king wants to hear what he wants to hear, and he doesn't want to hear what he shouldn't. This world is not something he can control, you have to let him understand that being able to live well is actually a kind of happiness. A person's desire exceeds his ability and can only lead to death. Go ahead. ”

Jiang Chuan finally spoke, his voice faint, with a hint of appreciation.

Wei Zhongxian stopped kowtowing and raised his head suddenly like hearing Lunyin, but saw that Jiang Chuan had already walked towards the Qianqing Gate.

He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly knocked three times on the ground excitedly, and then hurriedly got up, didn't care about putting on the hat that fell on the ground, and stumbled up the steps and ran towards the Qianqing Palace.

At this time, the emperor's scolding and howling were still faintly heard in the Qianqing Palace, but it sounded much lower.

Jiang Chuan didn't care how Wei Zhongxian would persuade the emperor.

His patience is also limited, and if the Emperor can't attend the Imperial Banquet tonight, then the effect of the great thing he wants to do tonight will be greatly reduced.

If the emperor can't announce in public at the imperial banquet that he will hand over the supreme power of the empire to himself, as he hoped, then he can only do it himself, and then change to an obedient emperor.

I hope the emperor won't be so stupid as to die himself, it's good for everyone.

Jiang Chuan walked out of the Qianqing Gate, and Bai Mu quickly followed behind with a team of guards, following him silently.

The boots under his feet stepped on the black soil of Liaodong, stepped on the battlefield scattered with severed limbs and stumps of Manchu Qing Tartars, and stepped on the soil covered with the blood of the Dashun army.

Now, he is stepping on the clean and smooth green bricks of the Forbidden City, which represents the center of power in the world, and is moving forward step by step.

Jiang Chuan consciously let himself take the same distance with every step, and the distance of each step was just over a piece of youth.

He had the feeling that he was measuring history, but Bai Mu, who was following behind, felt that the Lord was creating history.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came from a nearby alleyway, and by the time Jiang Chuan reacted, a soft white figure had already crashed into his arms.