The emperor's mouth was slightly open, and he could no longer speak.

He hated it at the moment, but at the same time he was terrified.

He and Mu Yan have completely torn their faces, and when he returns to the Heart Cultivation Hall today, I am afraid that he will never think of it again, or even ......

He really wanted to rush out of the front hall, and he wanted to tell the civil and military officials outside and let them save him, but his body didn't obey the call at all, let alone break free from the two inner servants who restrained him, he couldn't even move.

"Let him plead guilty." Mu Yan said slowly, his expression was as calm as water.

However, Duanmu Fei, An Ping, and Cen Yin all knew that Mu Yan's heart was far from being as calm as he appeared.

Duanmu Fei silently moved a step forward and held Mu Yan's hand, the wide cuffs of the dress hanging down, covering her hands with him.

An Ping noticed this scene, the corners of her red lips curled slightly, and her originally depressed heart was relieved: Fortunately, God treats Ah Yan well, and let him meet this little girl again!

Prince Li and the princes of the clan present were still a little nervous and a little apprehensive, but they all looked solemn.

The two middle-aged chamberlains immediately turned the direction of the emperor and made him kneel facing the tablet of the emperors in front of him.

The emperor's body was too weak, especially his limbs were covered with skin and bones, and he seemed to be a little deformed, if it wasn't for someone to help him, the emperor couldn't even kneel, and he was afraid that he would collapse directly to the ground like mud.

The emperor was completely depressed, and looked up at the tablets in front of him in a daze.

For the emperor, the temple was so familiar that he would come here at least once a year to hold a sacrifice, and once, this place represented his glory because he presided over the sacrifice as the emperor.

The emperor couldn't help but think of nineteen years ago, his eyes flashed.

After the palace change that year, before he officially ascended the throne, he also came to the front hall of the Taimiao, and he also knelt in this position and swore to his ancestors.

Looking back at this moment, the past is still so clear, as if it was yesterday.

Including every word he said at the time, he still remembers it vividly.

At that time, he was full of spirit and great ambitions, and he planned to show his ambitions, so that the people of the world and the ancestors could see his achievements.

He didn't start that palace change for the sake of the throne.

He just felt that he was more suitable for the lord of the world than the imperial brother, and in the past nineteen years, he had governed Dasheng into a prosperous world, and everything he did was for Dasheng.

What foreign tribes are committing, what natural and man-made disasters, what civil strife...... These are unavoidable!

Not to mention Dasheng, for thousands of years in the Central Plains, the Quartet Barbarians have been eyeing Dasheng, and the Central Plains doesn't know how many foreign invasions have been experienced, and these are not something he can control!

There is no excuse for the crimes he wants to add, Mu Yan just wants to impose these crimes on himself, he just wants to cover up the fact that he is a chaotic minister and thief.

But Mu Yan can't deceive the world, history will return his innocence and justice!

The emperor's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was a hint of madness in his description, and his mouth muttered repeatedly as if he was enchanted: "I am right, I am right......"

I don't know if he's convincing himself or someone else.

Mu Yan was not surprised, the emperor never knew how to reflect, otherwise how could Da Sheng be treated by him to look like this!

Mu Yan didn't plan to bother with the emperor anymore, and said coldly: "In this case, Uncle Huang is kneeling here, maybe he will know where his sin is when he kneels." ”

"Maybe the ancestors will forgive you!"

Before the words fell, Mu Yan had already turned around and said to An Ping: "Mother, let's go." ”

His hand was still holding Duanmu Fei's hand and did not let go, and they walked out of the front hall together.

Zhang Mianhua at the gate immediately retreated sideways, bowing down to let Mu Yan and them go first.

The emperor didn't hear it, and was still chanting the same three words to the tablet: "I'm right, I'm right......"

And Prince Li and the princes of the clan were relieved, and exchanged a look with each other, feeling that they had really picked up a life.

They hurriedly followed Mu Yan and Cen Yin out of the front hall.

The civil and military officials kneeling outside the hall have been waiting for a long time, seeing that the Zhu and silk have been burned, but there has been no movement in the front hall for a long time.

They didn't dare to move, so they had to continue to kneel in place, and some people looked curiously at the front hall, but Zhang Mianhua was like a stone statue blocking the door, and they couldn't see anything at all.

Seeing that Mu Yan, Duanmu Fei, and Cen Yin came out of the front hall, the ceremony announced the music again, and the musician played the "Youping Chapter".

The ministers respectfully saluted Mu Yan and called out "Prince Regent Chitose", and some people boldly looked back, however, those princes of the clan all came out, but they didn't see the emperor come out.

Duanmu Xian didn't pay attention to the emperor at all, he just looked at Duanmu Fei beside Mu Yan, his eyes shining.

Look, this princess's big dress and this nine plumes and four phoenix crowns are really lining the little granddaughter, graceful and luxurious, dignified, and extraordinary.

Those people also said that the little granddaughter has no demeanor of a mother, and he seems that no one is more noble and blessed than the little granddaughter!

The more Duanmu Xian looked at it, the more he couldn't take his eyes off, and all kinds of praises appeared in his heart, until he noticed that Mu Yan, a stinky boy, was actually holding his little granddaughter's hand in public.

He remembered that there was no such step in the ritual process!

Duanmu Xian's eyes almost didn't burst into flames, he didn't pay attention to the emperor, but the other courtiers present noticed it, and they were a little eager to see through it, with complicated expressions.

Qin Wenshuo, the secretary of the criminal department beside him, pulled Duanmu Xian's cuffs, glanced at him, and said with his mouth, What about the emperor?

Not only Qin Wenshuo, but several officials on the left and right all looked at Duanmuxian expectantly.

Duanmu Xian was stunned for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the front hall, and then he realized that the emperor had not come out of the front hall.

Duanmu Xian's heart sank, and he sighed secretly, so he could only look up at Mu Yan with a hard head, and asked politely: "Regent, what about the emperor?" ”

In fact, Duanmu Xian didn't want to care about the gossip between Mu Yan and the emperor at all, but he was the first assistant and the head of a hundred officials, and he couldn't avoid it at this time.

The emperor entered the Taimiao in full view of everyone today, but he didn't come out, so many pairs of eyes saw it with his own eyes, and it was reasonable for him to ask on behalf of the civil and military officials.

The ministers behind Duanmu Xian were all waiting with bated breath, staring at Mu Yan without blinking.

The ritual has a headache, and there is no such step in the ritual. What can I do now?

He thought about it again and again, but motioned for the musician to pause the music.

"The Chapter of Youping" came to an abrupt end, and the surrounding birds were silent, and the two rows of pines and cypresses planted on both sides swayed in the autumn wind, making a subtle rustling sound.

The breeze blew the smell of burning blessings and silk in the furnace, lingering on the noses of the ministers.

Time seems to be stretched out, and it passes very slowly.

Mu Yan looked at Duanmu Xian and the ministers a few steps away, his eyes hooked his lips and smiled calmly, and his posture was calm.

He said briskly: "Uncle Huang feels that he is deeply guilty, and from today on, he will apologize in the Taimiao Temple day and night until the ancestors and ancestors forgive him." ”

Prince Li and other clan princes thought about Fang Cai's scene, their expressions were complicated, but no one refuted.

That would be tantamount to acquiescing to Mu Yan's statement.

"......" Duanmu Xian couldn't speak, and his lips moved.

What does Mu Yan mean is that the place where the emperor was "under house arrest" has changed from the Heart Nourishing Hall to the Taimiao?

What does that mean?!

Duanmu Xian was a little confused about what was going on today, and his shocked gaze looked back and forth between Mu Yan, An Ping, and Cen Yin, and then looked at the princes of the clan with complicated expressions in the back.

He was sure that something "rebellious" must have happened in the front hall just now.

Duanmu Xian only felt a pain in his head.

The problem is that Fang Cai's own little granddaughter is also in the front hall, and she must know everything about what happened just now, that is to say, Mu Yan did not hide it from his little granddaughter......

Ay!

Duanmu Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart again: The little granddaughter knows so much, is it good or bad?

The more Duanmu Xian thought about it, the more worried he became.

Naturally, all the ministers present also heard it, and their expressions were strangely silenced.

They also felt that something was wrong, and they always felt that it was impossible for the emperor to take the initiative to make this request......

However, Fang Cai Cen Yin asked the emperor if he wanted to ask the ancestors and ancestors for their guilt, and the emperor agreed.

And just now in the front hall of the Taimiao, Prince Youli and other clans were there, and later the commander of the flag guard arrived, and now no one raised any objections, which is equivalent to acquiescing to Mu Yan's words.

So Mu Yan is telling the truth?!

The ministers looked at each other in twos and threes, not understanding what the emperor was thinking.

The emperor is a person who has a stroke, look at the way he looked just now, he can't even walk by himself, is it not good for him to eat and drink well in the Yangxin Palace, and he still wants to stay in the Taimiao. No matter how good the temple is, it is not as comfortable as the temple of the heart!

All the ministers were puzzled.

Most of the courtiers thought that the emperor was recuperating in the Heart Palace, but several cabinet elders and important ministers knew that the emperor had been under house arrest for a long time, so they naturally would not believe Mu Yan's words, and felt that this matter was strange.

Qin Wenshuo and the others all subconsciously looked at Cen Yin, and seeing that Cen Yin didn't speak, he closed his mouth sensibly and stared at the ground silently. They didn't see anything, they didn't know anything, anyway.

Dian Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that he was almost half dead, and he announced the music again.

"The Chapter of Youping" played slowly, but the solemn atmosphere had long since ceased to exist, and the ministers were eager to leave quickly.

Mu Yan, Duanmu Fei, and An Ping, escorted by the flag guard, walked towards the main gate of the Taimiao.

Duanmuxian and other ministers also stood up one after another, and they all knelt down until their knees hurt.

Duanmu Xian didn't care about these anymore, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the front hall, his eyes were deep.

From his point of view, you can see the back of the emperor, who is being "kneeling" on the futon by two chamberlains, his body is trembling slightly, and even his head is trembling, as if he is muttering something.

It's just that he was at least fifteen or sixteen zhang away from the emperor, and he couldn't hear anything at all.

"Squeak-"

One of the chamberlains in the front hall stepped forward and closed the two doors.

The door of the front hall was tightly closed, and there was not even a single gap, and the emperor's bright yellow back could no longer be seen.

Duanmu Xian's heart was filled with an indescribable taste, and his mind flashed, until You Junji called him, he came back to his senses, stroked his sleeves casually, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

The ministers followed behind Duanmuxian and several cabinet elders, and they all left in a big way, and some of them glanced back at the front hall behind them while walking, but most of them had already left the emperor behind.

In a few moments, the open space in front of the front hall became empty, and only the few sparse fallen leaves were still drifting in the wind......

For the courtiers, the ritual was over, but for the emperor, it had just begun.

After a cup of tea, Yuan Zhi led a group of attendants to the Taimiao, called its name, and "served" the emperor's daily life.

"Father-in-law Yuan, please!"

The door of the front hall of the Taimiao Temple opened again, and a young chamberlain in Tsing Yi diligently led Yuan Zhi into the front hall.

In the front hall, in addition to the emperor, there are only a few chamberlains.

"Yuan Gong Gong's public security." The two middle-aged chamberlains who had been holding the emperor before hurriedly stepped forward to salute Yuan Zhi.

As for the emperor, no one has long paid attention to it, and he himself is lying crookedly on the futon, his posture distorted.

The emperor squirmed unrelentingly, but his limbs and body did not obey him, like an ugly worm.

Yuan Zhi casually glanced at the emperor, sighed, and reprimanded several chamberlains in a shrill voice: "How do you serve the emperor!" Why did you let the emperor lie on his stomach like this?! What to do if you get a cold! ”

"It's small, it's not!"

The two middle-aged servants only agreed, and quickly erected the emperor's upper body again, still allowing him to maintain a "kneeling" posture.

Yuan Zhi walked up to the emperor, shook off the dust in his hand, and said in a high-sounding manner: "The emperor is here to apologize to the ancestors and ancestors, but the regent is merciful and sympathetic to the emperor's age, and he can't bear the emperor's too hard work, it is enough to kneel for six hours a day." ”

The little chamberlain in Tsing Yi nodded again and again, and echoed: "The regent is really benevolent! ”

"You ......," the emperor held his head high and glared at Yuan Zhi hatefully.

He was lying on the ground, his lips were broken, and there was some dust on the tip of his nose, and he was embarrassed.

Yuan Zhiman didn't care, and ordered the two middle-aged servants in a weird manner: "You have to help the emperor well." Since you want to kneel, you must kneel upright, and don't let the emperors of the past dynasties see the jokes. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look down at the emperor who was kneeling again, and said matter-of-factly: "Your Majesty, as long as you sincerely repent and repent well, the emperors of the past dynasties will definitely hear it and forgive you if they have a spirit in the sky." ”

At this moment, the emperor couldn't even say the words "I'm right".

He was in complete despair!

His way of life has been blocked by the two traitors Mu Yan and Cen Yin!

The Emperor looked terrified, feeling as if he was sinking into a cold and bottomless swamp, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, and now the water around him had risen to the bottom of his lips and nose, and the mud was about to drown him......

Is he really the real man?!

At this moment, for the first time, the emperor began to suspect this.

When he just woke up from his coma, he felt that since he had woken up, it was God's will, and God asked him to set things right.

In the months that followed, he relied on this belief to support himself to persevere, day after day, the mountains and rivers were full of doubts, and the willows and flowers were bright and another village, and he finally waited for Youjing to be willing to save the driver.

He also thought that after his ordeal, he ushered in a new life, as long as Youjing could save himself, he would be able to get out of trouble, and he would still be the emperor.

However, Yukyo failed.

The emperor was also depressed for a while, and it was not until that day that he heard the cry of Lord Cao and learned that the sacrifice was to be held today, and his hope was rekindled.

He thought that there must be many loyal and patriotic people among the courtiers like Lord Cao, but because he was under house arrest, those loyal courtiers did not know the truth, and it was not enough to rely on Wenchen, he needed the joint support of Wenchen, the clan and the forbidden army to set things right.

Unexpectedly, everything was ready, but he still failed, and failed again!

He couldn't have made a better time than today, and he knew in his heart that he was hopeless.

What's next?!

He can't take care of himself now, he doesn't listen to his hands and feet, it can be said that every day of his life is worse than death, but he is reluctant to die.

He is obviously the emperor and the true son of heaven.

That's right, how could he not be the real man!

The Emperor tried to convince himself in his heart, but at this moment, any words were so empty and powerless.

Emotions such as despair, unwillingness, anger, regret, etc., fluctuated in his heart like a surging wave, and his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't think calmly at all......

"Whew-whew-"

The emperor's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he raised his eyes to look at the tablets of the emperors in front of him, and the layers of tablets were as red as blood.

The tablets seemed to be looking down on him, and he was chilled when he saw it.

The emperor's gaze paused on one of the tablets, which was the tablet of Emperor Chongming.

The emperor suddenly felt as if his heart had been pinpointed.

He was scared.

His mind thought of nineteen years ago, and that scene flashed by like a marquee.

At that time, he rushed into the palace with a large army, and rushed all the way to the front of the Qianqing Palace unimpeded, full of spirit.

The royal brothers rebelled and left their relatives, so they could only drink their swords and kill themselves......

The blade of the sword slashed at the neck of the imperial brother, and blood spurted out like a fountain, even spraying on his own face.

Hot and salty.

"Squeak!"

A gust of wind blew violently, causing the door to sway and make a heavy noise, which was harsh and unpleasant, and woke the emperor from his trance at once.

The autumn wind was so stiff that it almost didn't blow out the incense candles lit in the hall, and clusters of flames jumped on those incense candles, and the firelight cast strange shadows on the crowd and the surrounding tablets, incense tables, and curtains.

The faces of those chamberlains all looked a little weird, with a sense of malice and gloom.

The Emperor was even more frightened, feeling as if there were a pair of invisible eyes watching him around him.

He muttered to himself again: "I'm right, I'm right, I'm Mingjun." ”

It seemed to him that half of the three souls and seven spirits had been lost, and he was crazy.

Yuan Zhi glanced at the emperor lightly, didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, shook off the dust again, and instructed the chamberlain: "You all take a good look at him!" ”

Yuan Zhi came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

After that, the main entrance to the front hall was closed again.

The people who came to worship today have all left, and then, the gate of the Taimiao Temple has also been closed, and the former calm has been restored.

Outside the Taimiao, it is not peaceful in the capital.

With the end of the ceremony, a news soon spread throughout the capital, everyone knew that they knew that they were guilty of sin, and they wanted to stay in the temple for a long time to apologize to their ancestors.

After learning the news, the people were much more excited and excited than those courtiers, and they talked about it, and they all applauded one after another, saying that it should be so.

It has been a year since the emperor's stroke, and in this year, which is not long or short, the courtiers and nobles have not had much touch, but those ordinary people have really realized that their lives are getting better day by day.

The most peaceful and happy are these ordinary people, for them, as long as they can live a good life, they will be in peace.

Now that life is thriving, they naturally do not want to go back to the situation when they were in power today.

"The emperor should apologize!"

"That's right, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have fought year after year, so the young man would die on the battlefield!"

"That's it. My cousin's mother-in-law's niece's husband died in the north last year, and now she is alone with four children, the eldest of whom is not yet eleven years old. ”

“……”

Teahouses, taverns, streets and alleys, there are people everywhere talking about this matter, the more they talk, the more lively it becomes, and even people who don't know each other have to come over and say a few words.

"Gotta ......"

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the direction of the West City Gate, and the young general on horseback raised a hand and shouted: "Eight hundred miles to hurry, idle people wait for the speed to avoid!" ”

The people were so shocked that they hurriedly retreated to both sides of the street, looking at each other in disbelief, not knowing who said, "This...... This can't be a military report from the north, right? ”

The people all looked in the direction of the horses galloping, a little apprehensive, a little expectant, a little curious.

Their doubts were answered that afternoon—

King Jian has recovered the three cities of Jikai City, Huyan City and Xiangshan City in the north!

Victory in the North!

Dasheng and the Northern Yan have been at war for more than a year and a half, at first the border was lost, and even the first Jian Wang Junji died on the battlefield, which made the people panic, for fear that the Northern Yan army would break through the pass and drive straight in, then the Central Plains would be in danger.

Now the north has finally turned around.

I don't know who had the audacity to mutter: "Sure enough, as long as 'that one' doesn't make trouble, everything will be fine!" ”

"That's right."

Many people thought so, and couldn't help but talk about the emperor going to Taimiao to apologize, and put these two things together, and they became more and more embarrassed.

Because of the great victory in the north, the entire capital was excited, from the courtiers and nobles, down to the common people, beaming with joy, just like the New Year, and even the people spontaneously went to the gate of King Jian's mansion to kowtow.

For several days in a row, the whole capital was immersed in this great good news, everyone was full of longing for the future of Dasheng, and many people were looking forward to the regent being able to ascend the throne as soon as possible.

In this lively atmosphere, early in the morning of September 11, the first batch of people sent from the capital to Huaizhou set off, and on that day, Mu Yan personally saw them off as the regent.

These 50 or so people are of different ages, different backgrounds, and their temperaments and appearances are also very different, they are not only from the capital, but also some from the surrounding states of the capital, and everyone's eyes are full of expectations for the future.

"I salute you all and have a nice trip!"

Mu Yan looked around at these lifters, held a white porcelain wine glass high, saluted them with a smile, and then turned the empty wine glass downward, indicating that there was no wine left, just like the king practiced for the soldiers who were about to go to the front line.

It's a great honor for these people.

One by one, the eyes of the lifters became brighter, and their eyes burned.

"I will live up to the regent's trust!"

The voices of the fifty or so raisers were uniform, and they all raised their wine glasses high, and all of them raised their heads to drink the wine in the glass.

After drinking the parting wine, these moves did not stay long, and under the escort of more than a hundred forbidden soldiers, they set off in a majestic manner.

The huge convoy soon turned into a billowing pile of sand on the official road.

Mu Yan looked at the direction of the convoy, hooked his lips and smiled, those beautiful phoenix eyes looked brighter and clearer under the light of the morning light.

Before these moves, Mu Yan had already sent a group of monks and Taoist priests to Huaizhou in the name of the imperial court, and these monks and Taoist priests would gradually build temples and Taoist temples in various cities in Huaizhou.

And today, after these lifts passed, they will teach the children of Huaizhou in the newly built private school, teach them to read and write, of course, Mu Yan did not let the children teach according to the standards of the imperial examination, but to teach these children "etiquette, righteousness and shame" and Dasheng culture.

When these Huaizhou children grow up in the future, Huaizhou can be regarded as truly stable.

It's going to be a long process, but it's all worth it!

Mu Yan narrowed his eyes, and then thought of the Nanhuaiyuan royal family who intended to restore, and the corners of his mouth hooked his lips in a mocking arc.

Tomorrow it's the next turn.

(End of chapter)