Chapter 3 Trespassing

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Without waiting for Zuo Ying to react, the emperor walked up to her in three steps and two steps, bent down, and put his hands on her shoulders, his tone intertwined with anxiety, anger and a hint of chagrin, "Ying'er, how are you?" I'm not...... How did you...... Alas! ”

This emperor reminded Zuo Ying of an Oscar-winning movie "The King's Speech".

"Your Majesty, your sister is dead. My head hurts and I want to lie down for a while. Zuo Ying only noticed now that the cold words she originally wanted to say came out of this mouth, and somehow they became such a shrill voice, and there was a little childish childish voice, which made Zuo Ying suddenly feel that she didn't want to speak anymore.

"Ying'er, I know you're still angry with me." The emperor obviously took Zuo Ying's words as angry words, and he sat down on the edge of her bed, looking very tired and hating iron and steel, "But Ying'er, you are too ignorant. You don't care about the affairs of the court, you only know how to play and have fun every day, and at such a juncture, not only can you not share my worries, but you also come to worry about me......"

Seeing that Zuo Ying still didn't say a word, the emperor raised his hand to the left and right: "All retreat." No one is allowed to come in without my orders. ”

The palace maids and attendants on the left and right all retreated to the door of the room and closed the door.

"Ying'er," the emperor's expression became more and more serious, "I can decide who you want to marry, but Helan Chu is the exception!" ”

"Helan Chu"? The emperor's words reminded Zuo Ying that the person who the princess wanted to die and live for him was this one named Helan Chu. The princess's memories are full of his graceful figure, handsome countenance, and intimidating eyes.

The princess's taste is not bad, in addition to this person's excellent face, his identity is not simple, he is the cousin of the princess and the emperor, that is, the son of the eldest brother of the father of the two, Emperor Gaozu, and at the same time, he is also the minister of the first emperor Tuogu, one person is above 10,000 people, and he is the master of the court.

"I know that you have admired him and loved him since you were a child." The Emperor sighed, "But, you have to understand, he is no longer the Helan Chu who once guarded the city for his father like a brother and desperately protected our three brothers and sisters. All he has in mind now is power and status. Three years ago, he imprisoned the emperor's brother in the old mansion on trumped-up charges, and forced him to hang himself by hanging; Now that I have formed a party for personal gain and monopolized military and political power, I have not been able to take charge of the government for three years after I ascended the throne. All of this is a deliberate attempt to seize the throne passed on to us by our father! ”

"The throne passed on to 'us' by our father"? Zuo Ying remembered one thing, there is another place in this ancient society she is in that is different from most dynasties in history, here, women can inherit the throne, and it is common for fathers to end up with daughters, brothers and sisters.

"Ying'er, I don't allow you to marry him, because I don't want to see you become a widow!" The Emperor's tone was lowered, and his gaze became cold.

Helan Chu is not an old man in his seventies and eighties, how can he become a "widow" if he marries him?

"Today is the day of Helan Chu's wedding, I have already sent Feng Hu, Li Xin and others to deploy, and they will wipe him and his henchmen at the big ceremony, and escort him back to confess his crimes in front of the hundred officials, so that he can get the punishment he deserves!" The emperor's tone suppressed the anger that was about to erupt at any time, "Helan Chu is full of evil, and I am about to behead his entire family!" If you marry him, not only will you be a widow right away, but you will also be implicated, possibly a capital offense! ”

"Why do you want to tell me?" As soon as he heard that he was an old man who was fighting for imperial power with his ministers, Zuo Ying's eyes had lost his curiosity.

With regard to political struggle, "Twenty-Four History" is the best teaching material. Throughout ancient history, 80 percent of the reasons for the failure of secret acts in political struggles were "lack of secrecy." Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty's "edict of clothes and belts" implicated Taiguang, and Cao Cao finally learned about it and cocooned himself; When Emperor Wen of Sui, who recognized Yang Guang's true face, wanted to summon Yang Yong back to Beijing when he was dying, he delayed the opportunity because of two nerds who were careful about the words of the edict...... The list goes on and on. Everyone understands that the fewer people who know a thing, the more it can become a secret, but when it comes to practice, people with insufficient strength and confidence will inevitably let more and more people participate and know about it, and the move that wants to win the matter will eventually lead to the failure of the matter.

The emperor, who thought that the princess would cry and make a fuss after hearing these words, saw that Zuo Ying was still surprisingly calm at the moment, and wondered if she was overly frightened and stupid when she drowned.

"I know it's hard for you to accept it now, but if you wait until he is executed, I'm afraid you'll resent me even more." The emperor showed a resolute gaze, "You don't have to plead, this matter can't be stopped, Feng Hu and Li Xin must have caught the traitor." If it weren't for the news that you were drowning, I would have been waiting for good news from the Great Hall by now. ”

"I mean, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better." Zuo Ying looked directly at the emperor and said. If it weren't for the fact that her head was still hurting, the corners of her mouth might have been able to show a light smile - it turns out that a wonderful drama is going on here, and it seems to be a little interesting.

"You ......" The emperor frowned, he couldn't believe that what he said just now was said by his sister who was crazy about Helan Chucheng.

At this moment, the sound of the two doors of the room being pushed open behind the screen was followed, followed by a steady footstep, and only a waiter outside hurriedly shouted the word "Your Majesty", and a person walked in briskly from behind the screen.

Even if he is not well versed in the etiquette of the palace because he inherited the memory of the princess, Zuo Ying also knows that this person dares to break into the emperor's harem so rashly without passing on or greeting him, which is simply rude to the level of arrogance. And for this kind of behavior, no one stopped the ten or twenty waiters, palace maids, and guards outside the door.

"Presumptuous! ......" The emperor was full of color, stood up and flicked his long sleeves, but when he saw the person who came, he seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head, and almost stood on the spot.

Zuo Ying looked fixedly. Coming in was a young man who looked like an official, he was tall and tall, wearing a three-beam Jinxian crown that symbolized the status of a prince, wearing a set of dark black court clothes with dark gold ornaments, stepping on Ruyi cirrus boots, and the ribbon around his waist and the luxury of Peiyu were almost the level that a minister could wear.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with slanted eyebrows, slightly sunken eyes, a high nose, and a beardless chin that was perfect as a sculpture. The black onyx-like eyes are so beautiful that they are soul-shattering, and they don't need to show any expression, and they already have the sharpness and faint killing aura that pierces through the forest.

This made Zuo Ying, who had read countless people, couldn't help but feel an inexplicable threat coming from him.

This person is Helan Chu, the imperial master of the dynasty who the emperor said he had sent someone to capture - at this moment, he appeared in front of the emperor alive.

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