After Huang Xiaowei said what he said just now, he also reacted, yes, three years, four months, this time comparison is already very long, you must know that Wan'er was only five years old two years ago.

Huang Xiaowei sighed, reached out and patted Li Zhi's thigh under the mattress, and comforted: "This, you can leave as soon as you go, can you not be old and drag me down, I'm also very busy." ”

Seeing that Li Zhi was going to cry, cough cough, it was not so exaggerated, anyway, that face was getting redder and redder, Huang Xiaowei was worried that he would be angry to death, so he hurriedly said: "Of course, I will help if I can, but I still say that, there are some things that I can't change." ”

"But you are the Marquis of my Tang Dynasty." Li Zhi stared at Huang Xiaowei and said this sentence meaningfully.

Huang Xiaowei didn't understand the meaning of Li Zhi's words, and asked rhetorically: "What does this have to do with me being your Tang Dynasty's Xiaoyao Hou?" It's not that you don't know that my Xiaoyao Hou is a false position, and in the past fifteen years, I haven't exercised the rights of Xiaoyaohou, of course, kneeling is not something I asked you to do, that's what your father, Brother Shimin said. ”

Li Zhi waved his hand, still smiling, "Teacher, I know what you said, but the student only wants to get a promise from you today, when Datang is in danger, you can help, if you can't help, forget it, but the student hopes that Datang will not die at the hands of the teacher." ”

Huang Xiaowei was confused, what do you mean? I have nothing to do to kill you Datang, anyway, Li Zhi, this old bastard is going to die, why do you keep talking crazy things, hey, yes! It's dying, and the head is not flexible, huh? It doesn't seem right, probably because I led troops to besiege Chang'an back then, and I scared him so much that he hasn't slowed down yet, well, it's very likely.

Thinking about the reason, Huang Xiaowei waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's all right." ”

Seeing this, Li Zhi arched his hand to Huang Xiaowei with a smile on his face and said, "In this way, the student will thank the teacher." ”

"Are you okay?" Huang Xiaowei asked.

"It's gone." Li Zhi nodded.

"Then I'll go." Huang Xiaowei stood up from the bed.

"Teacher, go slowly, students send off." Li Zhi waved his hand.

Huang Xiaowei left, looking at the slowly departing back in the main hall, Li Zhi's eyes suddenly looked a lot more sad, and a lot more stunned, more of an ethereal.

When Huang Xiaowei left, Li Zhi, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly muttered to himself, and what he said was also very strange.

"When I was five years old, I met an old man, surnamed Yuan, who told me a story, many of which I can't remember, but some I still remember very well."

"A man of destiny, a good man who was sent to hell, the good man was tormented, tasted all the pain that the world could taste, and Providence gave him strength, and in exchange for his eternal fall into darkness, the catastrophe of the earth, the burning of the flames of heaven, blood, a lot of blood, a lot of death, a lot of death, the destruction of more than two hundred years of inheritance at the hands of this man, countless ......."

"Hehe," Li Zhi let out a wry smile when he said this, "What's the use of thinking about these marginal things, I have no time to care about things behind me, but unfortunately, that Taoist priest seems to have asked me to bring a word to that person, but I forgot, I can't remember, and I don't want to think about it." ”

"Alas, Liu Hong, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't written an edict yet, you drafted an edict for me, and after I died, pass it on to the prince and let him ........"

Li Zhi suddenly closed his eyes, and his chest did not rise and fall.

"Your Majesty!" A wail rang out.

In 683 B.C., Tang Gaozong Li Zhi died in Zhenguan Palace, and it was passed on to the crown prince Li Xian.

Gaozong Li Zhi died, the crown prince Li Xian succeeded to the throne in front of Gaozong's coffin, and seven days later, Gaozong was buried in Qianling, nicknamed the Emperor.

.......

In the Chang'an Palace, which is full of white silk, Huang Xiaowei and Wu Zetian, who is already sixty, are walking within the imperial wall, the beautiful woman next to her is no longer as young as she was back then, she is also old, no matter how much the years ignore her, she has finally become a sixty-year-old woman, her temples are white, and her pretty face that can be broken is also full of wrinkles.

The years took away her appearance, but it gave her more things, such as majesty, even though Huang Xiaowei knew that he didn't need to be afraid of her, but walking side by side with Wu Zetian still put great pressure on him, Wu Zetian obviously noticed this, and she just smiled faintly at this.

"Will Master Hou stay in Datang for a few more days?" Wu Zetian and Huang Xiaowei chatted casually while walking aimlessly.

Huang Xiaowei shook his head, "I'll go see Wan'er in a while, and then I'll be ready to go home." ”

Wu Zetian didn't say anything, just hummed.

Soon, the two fell silent again, most of the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army in the palace changed into a pair of white armor to mourn the old emperor who had just died, and the sharp spear was also wrapped with a layer of white silk, looking at the soldiers who walked slowly past him, Huang Xiaowei scratched his head, and then looked at Wu Zetian, who was very calm beside him, and thought about it for a while in his heart, and couldn't help but say.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" It's no wonder that Huang Xiaowei would ask this, now that Li Zhi is dead, the court must still be very shocked, if she wants to do something, this is the best time.

Hearing Huang Xiaowei's question, Wu Zetian smiled, "Master Hou, if I ask you to come forward at this time, will you help me?" ”

"Of course not." Huang Xiaowei accidentally told the truth with one mouth, but he didn't react to anything wrong, until he saw the playfulness in Wu Zetian's eyes, he secretly screamed that it was not good, he was tricked by this old lady.

Huang Xiaowei had said to Wu Zetian before, I can help you ascend to the throne, but the premise is that you have to grasp the timing, if you come to me when the time is wrong, I will definitely not help you.

Just now, Wu Zetian casually used a little trick to let Huang Xiaowei tell the truth, the ghost knows that now is not the best time for her to succeed to the throne, alas, the scheming of this stinky girl is really getting deeper and deeper, Huang Xiaowei thought of it with hatred in his heart.

As if knowing what Huang Xiaowei was thinking, Wu Zetian stopped, bent down to Huang Xiaowei, and chuckled: "Master Hou, it's just a joke, and the concubine has never thought of inheriting the throne now." ”

Huang Xiaowei was a little strange at this moment, "You don't want to now, so when do you want to?" ”

Wu Zetian said bluntly: "The first emperor has just died, and the new emperor has succeeded to the throne, if the concubine comes out to snatch the throne at this time, the heroes of the world will definitely resist with all their might, because the concubine is robbing the Li family's world, and the new emperor's temperament and concubine body are not unknown, so now the concubine body wants to wait." ”

Huang Xiaowei pondered carefully along with Wu Zetian's words, he thought that Wu Zetian was planning to wait for Li Xian's waste to do something immoral, and take him down in the name of righteousness, hey, it would be good if that was the case, Lao Tzu still didn't have to help her.

Thinking about it, the corners of Huang Xiaowei's mouth showed an uncontrollable evil smile, this scene all fell into Wu Zetian's eyes, people like Huang Xiaowei almost have no secrets in front of Wu Zetian, just like Cao Cao and Liu Bei looked at him, Huang Xiaowei pouted his buttocks, and the two old men knew what shit he was going to pull.

Wu Zetian guessed clearly about Huang Xiaowei's expression, but it was useless, because even if Li Xian made some big mistake and was pulled off the throne by herself, she would not succeed to the throne so early.

The time is not enough, and her prestige is not enough, just imagine, in this era, although the status of women is not as low as in the future, but the kind of thing that allows a woman to sit on the throne still belongs to the great disapproval of the world, Wu Zetian is not so stupid, she needs to take her time and step onto the throne little by little.

And to be honest, Huang Xiaowei is not as important to her as before.

Fifteen years have passed, and the empress has grown a lot over the years, in all aspects, whether it is the mind or the city, there has been different growth, followed by the confidence in her heart, she believes that even if it is just by virtue of her own strength, she will definitely be able to ascend to the throne, and Huang Xiaowei ....... Of course, it is best if he can help himself, even if he can't help, he doesn't really count on him.

Wu Zetian, a generation of empresses, will not plan the major events of her life for half a lifetime, all of them are handed over to Huang Xiaowei, an unreliable guy, although this Huang Xiaowei reveals an evil nature all over his body, but Wu Zetian still trusts himself more and trusts his own strength.

What should be said is almost finished, Huang Xiaowei waved his hand to Wu Zetian, went to see Shangguan Wan'er, and suddenly heard Huang Xiaowei mention Shangguan Wan'er, Wu Zetian stopped Huang Xiaowei, who turned to leave, and told him something.

Well, it's about Shangguan Wan'er, well, it's also about another man, well, that man is Wu Zetian's nephew, well, his name is Wu Sansi.

.......

Shangguan Wan'er's bedroom.

The jade tree was in the wind, and the rather chic Wu Sansi put down the poems in his hand, and cast a hot gaze at the girl who was sitting and painting in front of the bookcase, seeing that the girl was still painting a portrait of a person as before, the heat in Wu Sansi's eyes was much less, and a light sigh came out of his mouth.

In the past three years, Shangguan Wan'er has not changed much, and she has become more beautiful, and the name of the first beauty in Chang'an is not too much to put on her, and no one will even object to calling her the first beauty in the Tang Dynasty.

In the past few years, I don't know how many kings and grandsons have been impressed by her alluring appearance, and the people who came to pursue her are like carp crossing the river, innumerable.

At first, Wu Sansi was also like those suitors, and wanted to come to Bo Shangguan Wan'er to smile, because he was Wu Zetian's nephew, and Shangguan Wan'er was very close to Wu Zetian, so Wu Sansi had a lot more opportunities to get close to her.

At first, Wu Sansi also hoped to pursue Shangguan Wan'er, but later when she saw how infatuated a certain infatuated girl was, he gave up this idea.

It is true that Wu Sansi is not a gentleman, but he is not willing to force it, and his head is very calm, he clearly knows that no matter what he does, Shangguan Wan'er will not turn the person in the painting into himself, so he .......

It's interesting to say that after giving up the idea of pursuing, the two unexpectedly became good friends.

Everything is a matter of fate.