In the sixth year of Kaihong of the Liu Dynasty of the Chinese Empire, in the era of the Yellow Emperor of China in 4608, on June 29, 1910, Emperor Liu Yun of Kaihong died at the age of 56, and his will was passed on to the crown prince Liu Qianhua.

The next day, Liu Qianhua became the emperor and decided to enthrone the throne in the Spring Festival of the following year, and changed the Yuan to inherit the constitution.

Three days later, the former Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty and the Marquis of Changle Zaitian died violently in his mansion, according to the forensic examination, it was caused by opium smoking and excessive drinking.

For a few days, Emperor Daxing went to the temple to call Taizu and Emperor Wu.

On August 18 of that year, the coffin of Emperor Daxing was funeral, and the city of Beijing was full of filial piety, and all parts of the country were flag-lowered to mourn.

The funeral procession stretched for miles from the Taimiao Temple to the new mausoleum in the west of the city, but among the Chinese and foreign envoys and princes and nobles in colorful clothes, there was no representative of the royal family from Europe.

Liu Ping, who was sitting in a glass carriage with his sister Qianhua, felt indignant.

"Sister Huang, this is too much, those old and immortal European aristocrats have made it clear that they don't take us seriously, no matter what, the United States has sent a former president......"

Qianhua shook Liu Ping's hand gently, she could understand the mood of the young man who was in the impulsive period.

"Don't care, things can be thought of on the good side, I'm afraid that people are not in a hurry to take a boat, and they are afraid that it is not safe to take an airship? Even if the European royal family does not come, we now have the princes of Japan and Siam, the princes of Gurkha and Afghanistan, the kings of the outer domains, the princes and princes of the inner domains, as well as the * lamas and several Mongolian and Tibetan living Buddhas, as well as the ambassadors of the countries that have diplomatic relations with us. There are a lot of ones that should have arrived, but Uncle Roosevelt came who didn't have any extravagant hopes, and he still made money. ”

Liu Ping was still dissatisfied: "I watched the funeral of the British King in London, and there were many nobles from all over the world, which is really the appearance of all nations coming to the dynasty, but I am a dignified heavenly kingdom, but only the East Asian alliance is willing to buy face?" ”

Qianhua straightened his younger brother's army cadet epaulette: "So you want to be on an equal footing with others? Is East Asian hegemony not enough? ”

"Not enough, Britain can, why can't we?"

What a wayward child......

"One day, our country will also have that honor, no, we must have more, and we will accept the attachment of all the countries of the world world with the attitude of the true lord of the world! Sister Huang, we can do it, right? ”

Qianhua was stunned for a moment, smiled and nodded: "It's good that you have this heart, and your father will feel relieved if he has a spirit in the sky." ”

The little lion began to sharpen its claws, the lion is the lion, the young bright and cute will not remain the same forever, soon, the lion's temples and minions are about to grow together......

It's just that this lion cub is used to being kept in a cage, and it is more suitable to be a symbol for reverence and appreciation, rather than a true forest overlord.

Father must have seen through this, so he wanted to start the hypocritical republic from the little lion in this cage.

After we lay the foundation of a thousand-year-old empire and create a great prosperous era, let you personally accept the annexation of thousands of countries in all corners of the world.

Qianhua looked out the car window, the sky was blue, and it was clear that there was no sad color. Under the clear sun, the paper money flies, the laying flags flutter, and it is solemn and not painful at all. That man died, leaving behind not worry, not worry, not turmoil, but as stability, solidity, and peace as the blue sky and sunshine. Smelling no undercurrents, not seeing opposition, not feeling the balance of terror, it is like stepping on a flat rock, and as long as you do not deliberately violate the laws that make this state exist, you will not easily stumble from that rock.

The procession stopped when it reached the Fuchengmen Railway Station, where the coffin was scheduled to be moved to a special train and transported by rail to Xinling for burial. The royal family dressed in linen and filial piety got out of the carriage, approached the coffin, and knelt and mourned after the most sorrow.

Around the coffin, including * lamas, a group of monks and monks are touching and chanting, the royal family mourns at the same time, Chinese and foreign nobles, envoys also come to salute one after another, the princes and nobles of the inner and outer domains and the direct seal are naturally inevitably three kneels and nine bows, and the foreign envoys are bowing deeply, for a time, the entire Fuchengmen inner street is full of people waiting to salute.

Liu Yun, who stayed with his comrades-in-arms, may be looking at his funeral with mixed feelings from the gap in the netherworld.

Such a curtain call, maybe not gorgeous enough?

If you are dead, you are dead, less wordy!

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After receiving foreign envoys and princes of the inner and outer domains for a whole day in Xinhua Palace, Qianhua leaned on the back seat of Wang Hu's car tiredly, took out a small mirror and looked at it, and the bags under her eyes deepened a little.

Someone knocked softly on the car door.

"The Queen Mother, please go to Cining Palace for a while."

Expected Thing - Qianhua held back her sleepiness and summoned Ye Jingying, the chief of the maids: "Change your itinerary and go to Cining Palace." ”

"Your Majesty, you look tired, it's better to ...... another day" Ye Jingying, who has been serving as Qianhua's personal female official for many years, saw at a glance that Qianhua's state was not ordinarily bad.

"Mirror, I'm fine, thank you, thank you, tell me to go down." Qianhua lazily nodded the tip of Ye Jingying's nose.

The royal car enters the Forbidden City from the Shenwu Gate, and then changes to a light sedan chair to Cining Palace. The night is getting thicker, the bleak light shines on the red walls and yellow tiles, the cornices roll up the roof, the guards stand on the side of the road like statues, there is not a single water or tree in sight, everything seems lifeless.

Qianhua hates this Forbidden City, airtight, stiff and rigid, like a big coffin.

She hated the damn palanquin even more, covered so tightly that it was also reminiscent of a coffin—a narrow, silk coffin that seemed to wrap people tightly.

Cining Palace is in the west of the Forbidden City, the left rear of the three major halls, close to the west side of the Yangxin Palace, the Ming and Qing dynasties are usually used as the residence of the Queen Mother, the current Queen Mother has taken the initiative to move in since the death of the first emperor, saying that she has lived here for a long time since then, and recites the Buddha for the rest of her life.

It won't be that simple. Qianhua thought to herself.

Since she was crowned crown prince, the stepmother didn't say anything, but there was unconcealed hostility in her eyes, and the throne that should have been inherited by her son was taken away by herself, a wild girl who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so that she was haunted and looked at herself unpleasantly, which is also a matter of course.

But you don't have to be so hypocritical, say that you will live in this big coffin and be a nun all your life, if this continues, not only will your younger brothers and sisters be unhappy, but you will also be said to be an unfilial person who has no intention of taking care of the Queen Mother.

In this way, it is clear that he wants to beg her and give her what she wants—such as a promise to pass the throne to her son at some point in the future, in exchange for her moving out of this big coffin and living happily, so that she can earn a reputation for filial piety.

Sure enough, it was my mother's mind...... You can not spare your own pain and happiness to ask for what she thinks is the most important thing for her children.

In fact, as long as you are ruthless, you can let her go, and if you love to be a nun, you can be a nun, anyway, you are voluntary, have I forced you? Brothers and sisters who are not willing to persuade themselves, let those who like to gossip let him go, can he talk about it for the rest of his life?

However, the smart queen mother must have thought of this, so she summoned herself so urgently on the night of the funeral, wanting to solve the problem in one breath while her father had just come out of the funeral and she was still soft-hearted.

Actually, why bother......

Thinking of this, Cining Palace was already in front of him, and outside the palace gate, a middle-aged female official led a small group of young female officials to greet him.

"Emperor Lao came overnight, and the Queen Mother has been waiting inside for a long time."

Qian Huaqiang walked off the sedan chair with his eyes open: "Is the Queen Mother okay?" ”

The female official looked arrogant: "Thanks to the emperor's blessing, there is no major illness yet, please come inside." ”

Isn't it great to follow the Queen Mother? Dare to make eye contact with the emperor, as for it?

Qianhua was unhappy, and hurriedly followed the female official into the palace gate.

Cining Palace is still the appearance of the former Qing Dynasty, the room still retains the brick kang, the queen mother is counting the Buddhist beads on the kang silently reciting scriptures, hearing Qianhua come in, just open her eyes and nod her head slightly, asking her to sit on the kang - really a fake shelf for the queen mother.

"The Queen Mother summoned me overnight, what do you command?" After these days of "internship", Qianhua has been able to subconsciously replace "me" with "me".

"I don't dare to say it, this palace just has some things I want to discuss with the emperor." As the Queen Mother spoke, she didn't forget to count the Buddha beads.

Why bother, why bother......

"The Queen Mother's orders are, I will listen to them."

The hated etiquette, the hated old sayings, the hated court, in my hands must be reformed more thoroughly-Qianhua thought to herself.

"The emperor really doesn't plan to think about marriage?" The Queen Mother's eyes suddenly became bright—was it necessary to be so excited......

Qianhua straightened his body: "I have expressed my heart in front of everyone, and I have devoted myself to state affairs all my life, which is equivalent to marrying the empire, and I have no intention of considering personal marriage, and I don't need to persuade me again." As for the succession to the throne, after I have passed the enthronement ceremony next year, I should follow the will of the emperor and appoint Ping'er as the prince. ”

The queen nodded expressionlessly: "Ping'er, this kid is straight-minded, and there are inappropriate words and deeds, I implore the emperor to bear with me......"

Mourning Tactics...... In fact, what you want to ask most is that Liu Ping, the prince, has to be too young to take the throne.

Thinking so, the game of following etiquette in circles will continue: "Queen Mother, please rest assured, Ping'er is a smart child, and I will definitely train him to be a future Ming Monarch Holy Lord." ”

"Then Ping'er will ask the emperor, in fact, what the palace cares about most is Ping'er's marriage, Ping'er and Yuchun are nineteen, and Fan'er is seventeen, it's time to choose a son-in-law and find a mate, so as to continue this thin royal bloodline."

Qianhua could only follow her words: "Then what does the Queen Mother think?" ”

"This palace thinks that Yang Zhijian, the eldest son of Yang Zhengjin, the Duke of Wuren, is dignified and intelligent, and can be the concubine of Yuchun. Ma Suwan, the daughter of Qirui Hou Ma Feng, is described as graceful, elegant and wise, and can be the concubine of Ping'er...... Fan'er, there are still many candidates, you can slowly observe for two years. ”

"The Queen Mother, I think that the person I like can try to keep quiet and make more contact with my younger siblings, such as a dance banquet, or a trip, you can make special arrangements. One is to cultivate feelings, and the other is to observe whether it is suitable or not, in any case, the twisted melon is not sweet, and it is better to think about it in the long run. ”

The queen mother made a letter of relief: "The palace has decided to chant the scriptures day and night to pray for the emperor, but your brothers and sisters can not rest assured of the lifelong events, since the emperor has a way, everything will be entrusted to the emperor, the palace is grateful......"

"Where is this, the Queen Mother's orders, I should do my best...... It's just that the Forbidden City is not well ventilated, and there is no scenery to see, so the Queen Mother might as well move to Zhongnanhai or Xisan Garden to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the gardens, and I and my younger siblings can also visit the Queen Mother often. ”

Seeing that the Queen Mother didn't react, Qianhua strengthened her tone again: "When Ping'er is mature and stable enough, I will pass it on to him, and I will accompany the Queen Mother to visit the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers to talk about the rest of my life." If the Queen Mother dies and lives in Cining Palace, but I am devoted to gardens and landscapes, and I am not used to living in this lifeless Forbidden City, it will not be good to accompany the Queen Mother often to relieve her boredom. ”

Is this reason enough? No, what the Queen Mother needs is not a reason, what she needs is that promise, she got it, she was satisfied, the hostility in her eyes subsided, but this was only temporary.

Things won't get any better until Liu Ping ascends to the throne.

So what? Until I realize my father's dream, any obstacle can only be crushed.

Qianhua picked up the teacup, and from the steam of the tea, she saw the hideous side of the Queen Mother and herself.

A woman can also become a beast, and the strength of resentment has nothing to do with gender.

On the same night, Yuezhao Temple, the residence of Zhengde Gong Zhang Zhigao.

On the glass coffee table in the living room, there are five veterans: Zhang Zhigao, Zhengde Gong and Senate Chairman, Wu Rengong and Minister of the Interior Yang Zhengjin, Wu Xiangong and Minister of Justice Hu Ke, Pro-Dehou and Prime Minister Mo Ning, Ningdong Hou and Minister of National Defense Liu Bailiang, and Zhang Zhigao's wife, Yudehou and Minister of Culture and Education Luo Sulan.

On the coffee table, there was black tea and chocolate biscuits made by Luo Sulan, which dissipated the tiredness on everyone's faces.

The silence did not last long, and now there is no need for negotiations, only a simple dichotomy remains, yes or no.

"Ten years." Yang Zhengjin couldn't help but spit out these two words.

"What?" Russell Lan, who was pouring him tea, paused for a moment.

"We have 10 years left, and we have to solve the problem in 10 years." Yang Zhengjin sat upright and faced the wall, as if speaking to a ghost.

"Yes, ten years, I don't have the confidence to live longer than the leader, what was the leader's body before I came, everyone also knows the Tao, plus the matter of Niu Jin, the sequelae of time and space conversion is being verified by facts." Liu Bailiang added.

Hook also said slowly: "Except for the first war, there is no more realistic opportunity, seize the absolute circle of interests, establish the foundation of the thousand-year-old empire, and establish a war plan from now on, I hope everyone will unite to solve the problem." ”

Zhang Zhigao looked at Mo Ning, then at his wife Luo Sulan, nodded and said: "In addition, it is necessary to create a stable, self-sustaining, and sustainable legal system instead of a society governed by man. ”

"It looks like we're pressed for time." Yang Zhengjin has no objection to Zhang Zhigao's proposal.

Mo Ning shouted the slogan: "The empress was pushed up by us, the system of the empire and the group was created by us, whoever wants to dig the corner of the wall will dig himself up!" From now on, we will follow the last wishes of our leaders and form a rock to realize our common ideals! ”

"Well said, for the sake of the absolute circle of interests, do it." Yang Zhengjin held up his teacup.

"For our thousand-year-old empire." Zhang Zhigao smiled and raised his glass.

The black tea in each person's cup was drunk in one go.

The cup shattered to the ground.