The Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun looked at the light smoke rising from the incense burner in front of her, and was slightly distracted.

Today is the day when Zhang Chong launched an assassination. She had already instructed the guards of Weiyang Palace, as long as Zhang Chong invited him to see him, no matter how late it was, he would be allowed to see him immediately.

For this reason, she did not go to bed, but lit a furnace of incense, sent off a group of palace maids and eunuchs, and waited alone in the main hall of the Changxin Palace.

The time is about to pass, and the time has not yet come. Counting up, Zhang Chong should have succeeded at this moment.

In other words, Wang Mang should almost ...... at this moment Out of this world.

Thinking of his nephew, Wang Zhengjun's heart couldn't help but feel a little painful.

This nephew is indeed a genius in the Wang family. Although he was inconspicuous since he was a child, the advantages he could mention were only simple and filial, courteous and courteous, and there was a time when he was young and quite absurd. But when it comes to talent, there's nothing out of the ordinary.

But when he was thirty years old, it was as if he had suddenly changed as a person. Regardless of astronomy and geography, he knows everything, and often makes amazing words.

The people in the clan once wondered if Wang Mang was possessed by some monster, but which monster could read quietly? A few years later, Wang Mang came out, and this kind of discussion gradually died away. The status of the Wang family in the palace naturally comes from the status of Wang Zhengjun, but most of the momentum in the court was won by Wang Mang.

Originally, Wang Zhengjun was pleasantly surprised to think that this nephew was a treasure given to the Wang family by God, and he was the founder of the Wang family's eternal favor of the Han family. But now, she was horrified to find that Wang Mang's ambition was far greater than she could have imagined.

Even Wang Zhengjun still has reluctance and helplessness in his heart, but ...... Since he has threatened the existence of the Han family, he has to endure the pain of parting his love.

Wang Zhengjun was feeling sorry, but suddenly saw the attendant on duty running in with a rolling belt, his face full of panic and anxiety.

"What's the alarm!" Wang Zhengjun had frost on his face, and glared coldly at the waiter: "Didn't the old man confess to you, if the periodist asks to see him, he will directly invite him in?" ”

"No...... It's not Qi Menlang, it's An Han Gong! No...... Photo Emperor! And ......" The waiter's face was wrinkled, and he stammered with great difficulty to finish a sentence: "Moreover, he was covered in blood!" ”

"What?!"

Wang Zhengjun stood up in a posture far beyond her age, holding the crutches in her hands tightly, her heart beating wildly.

At the same time, a figure had appeared at the door of the main hall.

"Aunt, nephew Wang Mang, please see."

Although it was an invitation to see, when Wang Mang said this, he had already walked into the hall step by step and walked towards Wang Zhengjun.

He did not wear court clothes according to the etiquette of entering the palace, but only regular clothes on weekdays. The top of his head and shoulders were still covered with dark red blood, which had not yet dried.

"You...... You...... Entering the palace late at night, what is the matter! ”

Wang Zhengjun stretched out his hand, pointed directly at Wang Mang, took a deep breath, and had already calmed down. After more than 80 years of ups and downs, even though there was some panic for a while, it was quickly suppressed.

"Come and give my aunt a gift."

Wang Mang slowly walked in front of Wang Zhengjun with a respectful smile on his face. Behind him, three figures appeared, it was Wang Xun, Wang Yi and Wang Mu.

"You ...... Are you all determined to follow the Giant? ”

Wang Zhengjun clenched his fists tightly, and his gaze swept over the three people behind Wang Mang. Wang Xun and Wang Yi both lowered their heads slightly, their eyes looked at the ground in front of them, and they didn't dare to make contact with her. Only Wang Mu kept his chest up, smiling, and calmly looked at Wang Zhengjun.

In Wang Mu's hand, holding an ebony box, he was walking towards Wang Zhengjun step by step.

"Empress Dowager, please accept the gift prepared by the teacher. In a hurry, it was inevitably rough, looking at the Empress Dowager Haihan. ”

Wang Mu knelt in front of Wang Zhengjun, and without waiting for her instructions, he had already opened the lid of the box by himself.

Zhang Chong's head, as well as the expression before death, appeared vividly in the eyes of the Empress Dowager. Sure enough, as Wang Mu said, it was done in a hurry, and the blood in the box was not even wiped out.

"Jujun, you ......" Wang Zhengjun still had a glimmer of hope before, but it wasn't until he saw Zhang Chong's head with his own eyes at this moment that he finally understood that there was no room for recovery in this matter: "You are so ruthless!" ”

"Ruthless?"

Wang Mang looked at Wang Zhengjun strangely for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Auntie, you actually say that I am ruthless? ”

He stretched out his hand to his side, pointing to Zhang Chong's head in the box, his eyes were still firmly fixed on Wang Zhengjun: "When you asked him to set up a banquet to assassinate me, did you think of this cruel word in your heart?" ”

Wang Zhengjun sighed, looked up at Wang Mang, and looked helpless: "So...... Now what you're going to take is the head of the old body? ”

There was no fear in her eyes.

"The head? No, I don't want that kind of thing. Wang Mang shook his head and laughed: "Auntie, your head is of no use to me. I want something more important than that. ”

"Then what do you want?" Wang Zhengjun's pupils contracted suddenly. In Wang Mang's eyes, she had almost gotten the answer, but she was still unwilling to ask in person and hear Wang Mang's answer.

Wang Mang poked his head into Wang Zhengjun's ear, pointed it into her ear, and softly spit out three words:

"Biography. Country. Seal. ”

Wang Zhengjun knew that the moment he had been avoiding had finally arrived.

Wang Yi and Wang Xun are already on Wang Mang's side. And she has finally become a loner.

She struggled to breathe, stretched out her hand, clutched her chest, and roared hoarsely: "Jujun! You're a rebellion! ”

"No, auntie, you are wrong. This is not a rebellion ......"

Wang Mang shook his head slightly, his voice paused, and his expression gradually became extremely solemn and serious.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it on his left chest, and the eyes looking at Wang Zhengjun's face did not move for half a minute, but they only gradually lost focus and drifted into the distance.

His gaze passed through Wang Zhengjun, through the Changxin Palace, through the entire Weiyang Palace, through the grand and vast Chang'an City, and even across the entire world, floating to the endless sea of stars......

"It's a real return, the voice of hope, which will surely shake the world."

Wang Mang's pious voice, like a long poem from ancient times, echoed in the hall for a long time.