Chang'an City, in Weiyang Palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the hall, the cloud top sandalwood is used as a beam, the crystal jade is the lamp, the pearl is the curtain, and the fan gold is the pillar base.

The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice, and stacked with jade belts. There is a huge bright moon pearl hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining brightly, like a bright moon.

The ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, chiseled into the lotus, the flowers become the appearance of a five-stemmed lotus, the petals are fresh and exquisite, even the stamens are delicate and recognizable, and the barefoot step is only felt warm and moist, it is actually chiseled with the warm jade of Lantian, straight as the jade lotus is born step by step. i

A man was sitting upright on this luxurious couch, he was wearing a yellow jade brocade jacket, embroidered with nine circling and soaring dragons, a pale purple spider striped gentry belt tied around his waist, long sideburns like clouds, a pair of deep and sharp eyes, and a strong body, which was really majestic and mighty.

Behind him, there was a little yellow door dressed as a eunuch, standing with his head bowed and his hands bowed respectfully.

This man is none other than Wang Mang, the emperor of the Great New Dynasty.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were tightly locked, and the silk books piled up beside him were piled up in rolls, almost to the height of a man. These are all recitals presented by the eunuchs and courtiers from all over the country.

"Ugh."

Wang Mang opened his eyes, looked at the mountains of music beside him, and couldn't help but sigh faintly.

"Old Wen'er, did you say I really did something wrong?"

Xiao Huangmen, who was called Old Wen'er, heard Wang Mang actually ask himself such a sentence, and was so shocked that he hurriedly knelt down in front of him, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty is so holy, how can a dull and stupid thing like an old slave judge Your Majesty's right or wrong."

"It doesn't hurt you to say it, I just want to see what you think of me."

Wang Mang waved his hand indifferently, his calm face was expressionless, making people even more unable to guess his thoughts.

Lao Wen'er, who was crawling at Wang Mang's feet, didn't dare to look up, but replied very firmly: "In the eyes of the old slave, Your Majesty is really the first emperor of the ages, even if King Wen is alive and Duke Zhou is resurrected, how can it compare to the great cause that Your Majesty has done?"

He is also a clever person, knowing that Wang Mang is a standard Confucian student, and the two saints who are most admired are King Wen of Zhou and Gongdan of Zhou. If it were in normal times, this sentence would definitely make the Holy Dragon face happy, and the reward or something would definitely not be able to run.

But today's sentence slapped the horse's fart on the horse's leg.

"Zhou Gong resurrected?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then tell me, then why is even Duke Zhou so sage, Guan Cai still has to rebel?"

"This ....." Old Wen'er is just a eunuch, and he only knows a few words. How did he know why Uncle Guan Cai rebelled, and he was immediately speechless when asked.

Wang Mang saw that Lao Wen'er stopped talking, and a flame slowly burned in his calm eyes, and his face began to have a trace of hideousness.

"You said that I am not wrong, so why do those rebels and thieves always want to cut off my head? Why do they rebel? Yes? Why? Why do you say that? You say! ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he picked up the piece of music next to him with one hand and smashed it at the old Wen'er who was kneeling on the ground.

"You say! You say! Why don't you say it? You say! You ......"

Wang Mang was so excited at the moment that he couldn't help himself, and began to frantically pick up things and smash them, and the pieces around him were smashed by him, he looked around to find what else was around him, and suddenly, he saw the jade pillow on the collapse, so he picked it up and smashed it towards Lao Wen'er.

The jade pillow slammed into his head with a "bang", smashing him into a bloody face.

Poor old Wen'er didn't react after being attacked by Wang Mang like this, and she was hit so hard that she suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the blood flowing from her forehead fell to the ground "ticking" and "ticking" along her nose.

But he still didn't dare to make any movements, so he could only continue to tremble and crawl like this. Because he knew that Wang Mang was extremely crazy at this moment, if he dared to say another word, the next moment would definitely be the end of his body in a different place.

He forced himself to his knees like this, and the blood dripping from his head slowly soaked the music scattered on the ground, and the word "thief" on the music was full of deformation due to the blood soaking.

Wang Mang suddenly calmed down, perhaps venting enough, he stared blankly at the bright red piece of music under his feet and the word "thief" on the piece that was almost blurred.

He lowered his head, and his undulating aura slowly calmed down.

"I'm not wrong!"

Wang Mang raised his head, and the anger and confusion in his amber eyes gradually faded, replaced by firmness that had been regained.

As if he had found an excuse for what he had done, he waved his robe and said with a grim expression: "I am not wrong! What I do is for this country, for this great rivers and mountains, and for the people of this world! ”

"Yes, those rebellious ministers and thieves are short-sighted, how can they understand His Majesty's good intentions."

Lao Wen'er felt that Wang Mang's tone was starting to become less excited, and hurriedly responded with pandering.

"The decrees made by Your Majesty are all for the people in the world to live and work in peace and contentment, and for the sake of our new dynasty to be able to live and be peaceful for the country and the people. As long as His Majesty's great cause is not delayed, the old slave will be happy even if he is broken. ”

These touching words came out of Lao Wen'er's mouth, and with his miserable appearance covered in blood and tears, Wang Mang couldn't help but feel compassion.

He thought of the ministers in the court now, on the surface, they were all respectful to him, but in fact, all they cared about was the official hat on their heads, as for their own reforms, who was serious? Only the minion in front of him can really identify with himself from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of this, he felt even more guilty when he looked at Lao Wen'er like this.

He hurriedly walked in front of Lao Wen'er, helped him up, and said with a concerned face: "Aiqing, please get up quickly!"

Then, he shouted to the guards outside the door, "Imperial Doctor! Doctor! Hurry up and announce that the Imperial Doctor is coming! ”

Looking at his anxious appearance, he seemed to have completely forgotten who smashed Lao Wen'er's head in anger just now.

"Your Majesty has tormented the old slave!" Seeing Wang Mang's words, Lao Wen'er fell to the ground in a panic. Only this time, his face was no longer panicked and apprehensive, but replaced by a hint of a victor's smile.

But after a while, the imperial doctor came to help Lao Wen'er bandage it simply.

"Your Majesty, Lord Sikong has something important to report."

One of the guards presented a scroll of silk.

Wang Mang took the silk book, spread it out and looked at it, it was okay at first, but the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and then he directly closed the silk book in his hand, and began to say angrily: "It's the opposite!" It's really the other way around! ”

The old Wen'er who was kneeling on the ground was suddenly speechless to the extreme, he had served the master in front of him for many years, and he had never seen Wang Mang so moody.

He had already suffered a loss just now, and in the face of the angry Wang Mang, Lao Wen'er really didn't dare to speak, so he had to continue to crawl on the ground, quietly waiting for Wang Mang's anger to disappear.

After a while, Wang Mang really lost his anger a little, but he was stunned and stopped talking.

Old Wen'er plucked up her courage and raised her head and asked, "Your Majesty is angry, don't be angry."

"Humph! I'm afraid that some people wish I would die sooner! ”

When Lao Wen'er heard this, she was very surprised and asked, "Huh? Who is so bold as to be disrespectful to His Majesty?"

"Who?" Wang Mang glanced at Lao Wen'er with his gloomy eyes, and said slowly: "Who else is there besides my good relatives?"

"Huh?" When Lao Wen'er heard Wang Mang say this, she also reacted, and suddenly said with a surprised face: "Hasn't the National Master always been loyal to Your Majesty? ”

"He? Could it be that he stared at the place under my ass and salivated and was loyal to me?"

After Wang Mang gritted his teeth and squeezed this sentence out of his mouth, he threw the piece in his hand in front of Lao Wen'er, and said very indifferently: "See for yourself."

Old Wen'er hurriedly and respectfully picked up the chapter, there were some words on it that he didn't know very well, but after reading it through, he probably understood what was happening.

"This! This.... The National Teacher would not have done such a thing! ”

"Humph! Now the streets are full of rumors that 'Liu Xiu wants the son of heaven', who else can you say if he didn't do it? It's not that he is old and confused and wants to addict the emperor, who can do such a stupid thing! ”

Lao Wen'er didn't dare to answer anymore, the game between the big shots, he was such a small Huangmen waiter, he really didn't dare to get involved too deeply.

Wang Mang walked back and forth in the hall, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked particularly entangled.

Finally, he stopped, and the hesitation in his eyes was swept away, and he was replaced by a steadfastness and coldness.

"It is said that Liu Xiu, the national teacher, is diligent in the government and politics, for the country and the people, and has made great contributions, and he will reward a horse of Shu brocade to show his appreciation."

"No."

After Lao Wen'er received the will and went out, Wang Mang also knelt on the couch again. He looked at the piece in front of him in silence, but the smile on his lips was cold.

"The position of the emperor is not something that anyone can sit in, and you Liu Xiu are not qualified enough."