When she was twelve years old, she heard this sentence when she first met the powerful right minister.

But now, the voice is much calmer, and it has a new name, which is called the king.

What remains unchanged is still the "Queen Mother", she is trapped in time, and she has passed away in the pen of the historian.

When she was so young, when she looked at the man kneeling in front of her condescendingly, she had ever thought about today's tossing and displacement, and the person who smiled at her and said "Flowers are not afraid" is no longer there, and April is old year after year.

Cheng Ying froze in place. Even though it was a spring night, the cool air came up from the heart of the footboard.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, buzzing. She wasn't sure if this was a temptation or the truth, whether it was the old man or the new monarch in front of her, and whether Zhao Xixing had anything to do with the matter, whether it was a glass of wine or a ghost knife in front of her.

"I guessed it myself. My eldest son is a dead brain, and after so many years, there is only one woman who can make him mess up. As soon as I got in touch, I guessed it. ”

Zhao Yin stood with his hands in his hands, his voice was leisurely, like the chatter of an old reunion, and he couldn't hear much emotion.

After a pause, he added: "The identity of the four people in your auspicious shop is also eight or nine." It's really embarrassing for you, I can't see anyone alive or dead, I didn't expect that after so many years, it will be under my nose. ”

Cheng Ying's eyelids jumped. His heart went up and down, and he quickly looked up at Zhao Yin, and saw that the latter was also staring at her, with unfathomable waves in his eyes.

She resolutely bowed down and lowered her eyes according to the courtesy, intending to "ask Your Majesty for forgiveness" to test Zhao Yin's friends and enemies.

"It's also an old acquaintance for several years, just in front of people, and these gifts are not necessary after people. I promised the unfilial son that I would not pass on your identity. But. Zhao Yin was stunned, and his tone suddenly became cold, "I only allow Hua Er, Hua San, Ah Wei, and Granny Hua to live in my country." ”

There are only Flower Two, Flower Three, Ah Wei, and Flower Granny.

Cheng Ying raised his head suddenly, and his sword-like gaze stabbed at Zhao Yin.

"For example, you and my unfilial son, absolutely not." Zhao Yin paused word by word, and the words were like a thousand words, "You, do you understand what I mean?" ”

The fingertips of the woman hidden in Luo's skirt gradually tightened. She suddenly felt a little weak, and wanted to pretend to be a shadow and didn't understand, but she couldn't hide that moment, the worry, loss, anger and unwillingness in her heart.

In a flash, she had mixed feelings, and she was hot.

Sensing the fluctuation of the woman's expression, Zhao Yin smiled lightly, and the candle flame of the palace lamp was faintly bright and dark in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of what waves you can make, the key is human defense. If you are involved with my prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the undercurrents of all parties will stare at you, don't care if you are called Hua Er or Hua Ji at that time, your identity will be picked up sooner or later. You say, the whole world knows that I respect Emperor Mourning as my righteous brother, how should I call you then? And what should the people think of my heavenly family? ”

Cheng Yingyu suddenly felt that her heart was falling down.

Ethical.

If Zhao Yin moved out for fear that she would mess up the country with a little woman, she would have thousands of words to go back violently, but it turned out to be human, these two simple words were like a mountain, and they were pressed on her head.

Yes, even she herself retreated without a fight in front of these two words.

Everyone is golden, accumulating and destroying bones, being secretly poked at the backbone, a person can drown her with a mouthful of spit, courage melts water, arrogance sharpens the blade, who can go despite tens of millions of people.

Cheng Ying's mind buzzed, and her shoulders drooped, but Zhao Yin's next sentence made her eyes light up again.

"Of course, I'm this, heh, I dare to take the country, if it's urgent, Renlun is a bird, this is not the most important thing." Zhao Yin looked away and slowly walked back to the jade case, "It's selfishness, and the most important thing is my selfishness, and I don't want you to have a relationship with my unfilial son." ”

Zhao Yin sat on the dragon chair again, on the jade case in front of him, the official documents were piled up, the royal pen and Zhu batches were dense, and the candles on the double crane copper cup were knotted in strings, obviously the batch of folds had been all night.

Cheng Yingyu was not sure what Zhao Yin meant for a while. saw that the latter turned a blind eye to the full case, but hissed slightly, and immediately picked up the scroll that had not been closed at hand, raised his sleeve and carefully wiped it.

It seemed to be candle tears dripping onto the calendula plate, splashing out and staining the volume.

And the king, who was wearing a bright yellow shirt, was wiping it with a dragon robe, for fear of damaging the pages, and he was so nervous and serious that his brows were piled up.

It wasn't a golden rule, it wasn't an eight-hundred-mile rush, it was just a thick, ordinary volume, not even a name, the cover was blackened and shiny, and it was obviously some years old.

No directory.

Zhao Yin wiped the pages of the book, looked at Cheng Yingyi, and beckoned to her, under the light, his eyes suddenly became a little strange, and the fingertips of clenching the volume trembled slightly.

Cheng Yingyu walked over as if she was bewitched, and the moment she saw the scroll, her heartbeat seemed to stand still in an instant.

Thin gold body. The ink characters on the volume are the thin gold body she is familiar with, the one who was scolded as a faint monarch and obsessed with the wind and moon, the words he is best at, beautiful like a poet, not a king.

"February 20, purpose: ten ways a day, reform the redundant officials of the department. However, if it is done in a hurry, it will lead to the confusion of official positions and the accumulation of official documents. ”

"March 16, Purpose: Although the Dali Temple officials have been ordered to retry the matter, they are mostly involved with the important ministers of the court, and the upper and lower are mutually reciprocated, although the order is issued, it will not work."

"On the fifth day of the seventh month, the purpose: to revitalize water conservancy and improve people's livelihood, strictly order the governor of Liangjiang, the assistant governor of Liangjiang, and the local government to report a thousand taels of silver, and the layers are stacked up to a thousand taels in Guanzhong, and those who exceed it will go into the pocket of Liangjiang County."

……

Changing the law, the imperial decree of the apocalypse, that day of a holy decree, the turbulent years.

The pale and clean man who recorded the execution of the imperial decree and the failure after the dust settled, full of failures, shocking.

Yes, all that is recorded is a failure, and his end, along with those years, becomes a failure that is reviled and trampled under the feet of later generations.

A thick volume, thousands of records, was crushed by the ruts of history, buried by the prosperity of the new dynasty, but finally imprinted, his sentence "must change." For I will be king."

Cheng Ying's eyes turned red suddenly.

As if he was there. The merits and sorrows of his life, tears and forgetting.

Immortal.

This is the volume he left behind back then, recording all the actions and results during the reform of the law. Every stroke was written by him himself, and the successes and failures recorded by coughing up blood for countless long nights were left to future generations and to me. ”

Zhao Yin cherished the volume, his voice was a little unstable, with an ethereal and gentle coming from the depths of time and hell.

The long night was long, Chang Geng disappeared, and he returned from the wind under the Yellow Spring, brought good wine, smiled at his former classmates and wife, poured it full, and drank it all.

Tonight and night.