"The father has no sons, only daughters, but the princess who is really ambitious and strategic is the eldest sister Meng Yu. Meng Yu wants to be the emperor, but I don't want her to be. ”

"Taifu, I want to be the emperor more than Meng Yu!"

On Chinese New Year's Eve, this was the first time Meng Qing revealed his ambitions to Xiao Yan.

"The little emperor wants to be the emperor, so the minister will let you be the emperor. Whoever dares to stop you will be killed. ”

Such words are still in my ears.

……

The palace gate is dark and deep, and the spring sun has entered the dark clouds.

The black-pressed army had come to the imperial city, and the surging clouds were low in the air, and there was no trace of light in sight.

The spring rain is coming, but the Chu dynasty will finally come to an end.

The palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial city ran and died, and only Meng Qing knelt in front of the table in the splendid Jinluan Palace.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor should flee quickly, Xiao Yan's black-armored guards have surrounded the imperial city! If you don't leave, it's too late! Lingyu was extremely panicked, she knelt beside Meng Qing and persuaded.

The mountains and rivers are shattered like lights going out, how can she, as the empress, escape?

"Run? Where to flee? Lingyu, I am the emperor, and I can't escape. ”

Meng Qing has long been dead, and he has no attachment to this prosperous dream.

"Your Majesty! As long as you are still there, Da Chu will be able to make a comeback! If you are gone, Da Chu is really gone! Lingyu was hysterical.

"I know that I can't fight Xiao Yan, and I am fortunate to have survived so far, do you still want me to live with the crime of the king of the dead country?"

Outside the hall, there was a burst of military boots, like thunder.

Meng Qing lowered his eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly, "He's here......"

From time to time, the vermilion lacquer door of the Jinluan Hall was pushed open by several unknown generals, and Xiao Yan stood out from the black pressed soldiers in a dark robe and ink robe.

Xiao Yan is twenty and eight, and he is the teacher of the current little emperor Meng Qing, so after the emperor became the emperor, he was honored as the emperor's teacher, and his power was more powerful than the empress.

"Chen Xiao Yan, I have seen the emperor."

Although Meng Qing is the empress, the power has fallen after all, and she could have been an idle emperor for the rest of her life, but she misused the strategies of Yan You, Jiang Ai and others in an attempt to destroy Xiao Yan and reorganize the dynasty.

But what kind of person is Xiao Yan, not only was he not destroyed, but he also hung the heads of Yan You and Jiang Ai on the gate of the imperial city to set an example.

This incident angered him, and the soldier talisman was directly forced into the palace.

"The emperor is here......"

A cool breeze drifted from outside the window lattice, raising the girl's silky inky sideburns.

Xiao Yan raised his head, a pair of warm and affectionate peach blossom eyes became indifferent and ruthless at this time, his long eyebrows were alienated and indifferent, and his ink robe showed his dignity.

"The palace is lonely, and the ministers come to the palace to accompany the emperor."

Look, he looks like a thief.

He stood in the center of the hall with a long body of jade, holding the Buddha beads instead of holding a blade in his hand, this appearance did not look like a rebellious minister, but there was a kind of saint posture who was far away from the world and was not stained with dust.

Meng Qing's bright and noble face was full of sadness, and the curved willow leaves were cold and lonely.

"Emperor, I ...... I don't want to die yet......" she lowered her eyes, holding back tears.

She's only twenty years old, and she doesn't want to die yet......

Who knew that Xiao Yan's palm that played with the Buddha beads was unexpectedly stunned, and with a wave of his big hand, the soldiers retreated one after another and closed the door of the hall.

After a long time, he walked towards her, and the rosewood beads were gently placed on the table in front of the dragon chair.

He bent down his straight waist, and his big knobby hands locked Meng Qing's smooth neck, forcing her to hold her head up to look at him directly.

"The minister doesn't want the emperor to die. But the emperor, you are jealous of the ministers and don't trust the ministers, so you sent Yan Youjiang Ai to kill the ministers. Now, the minister had to come to see the emperor in person. ”

The warm breath sprayed on the girl's mist-like flawless face.

A pair of willow eyes were already hazy with tears, as if looking at him with a begging expression.

"I ......"

She had nothing to say.

Meng Qing really wanted to kill him, since he ascended the throne, he couldn't live in fear, and every day he was afraid that Xiao Yan's killing intent would suddenly rise and sacrifice her to the sky.

She was really afraid of death, so she listened to Yan Youjiang Ai's words......

Unexpectedly, this became a fuse.

Xiao Yan hated her and looked at him with this frightened expression, as if he was like a demon crawling out of hell, about to devour and strangle her in minutes.

Seemingly...... He insisted that she die to apologize.

The choked neck let out a slight trembling laugh at this time, sad and lonely.

Xiao Yan was quite puzzled.

"Emperor, this life...... I have been an emperor, an emperor, and even your student, and I have never had the monstrous imperial power that no one else in the world has, and I have no regrets in this life......"

Xiao Yun didn't say anything, just looked at her indifferently, and didn't know what she was going to do.

"May the emperor remember the teacher-student friendship between you and me, and spare the queen mother's ......"

"I am not filial, I can no longer be by my mother's side in this life, I ask the emperor, after my death, I can forgive her and let her live in peace."

The palm that clamped her neck was miraculously loosened.

Xiao Yan knew that she was going to die to apologize, but although he forced the palace, he didn't want to be the sinner of the ages, so he let go of her neck.

He stood with his hands in his hands and didn't look at Meng Qing.

At this time, Xiao Yan's expression was like the cold wind in the winter in the south of the Yangtze River, more biting than winter snow and colder than ice crystals.

"If you are not talented, you can't be trusted."

Can't be trusted......

It seems that Xiao Yan must hate her so much, and when he was dying, he refused to do what she wanted......

She looked at him with a hint of hatred in her eyes.

A dagger was pulled out of his sleeve......

Meng Qing smiled with relief, and a tear dripped down his cheek and fell on the cold dagger.

The sharp dagger pierced through the abdomen, piercing the clothes and flesh of the vermilion robe, and the blood slowly flowed with the dagger, dripping to the ground with a "click-click-" to the ground.

"Your Majesty—"

This heart-rending shout made Xiao Yan's figure stiffen for a long time.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore, and gradually fell down holding on to the table.

Blood stained the wide dragon chair red, stained the entire Jinluan Palace, and there was no more generation of empresses.

The dream of the emperor is, after all, prosperous, empty and lonely.

……

Qingluan Palace.

Pavilions and pavilions, yellow tile and zhu wall stand high in the imperial city of Yujing.

The spring rain is dripping, and the sloping eaves are dripping with rain, hitting the delicate water lily lotus heart.

The bronze mirror was covered with a thin layer of water mist, hazy and indistinct.

"Where's Little Emperor? She pushed her eldest sister into the lake, and now Ah Yu is still cold and has not healed, and yesterday the high fever has not subsided, how can she have the face to sleep in the dormitory? ”

"Master Hou! That's not right! What does it mean that the little emperor pushed the eldest princess? It is clear that the eldest princess dived into the water by herself, and our little emperor Ji is self-purifying, why should she bear this trumped-up charge? ”

"Nonsense, the palace people in the inner palace have seen it with their own eyes, can there be a fake?"

Meng Qing lay on the couch and woke up from a big dream.

A strong abdominal pain is getting worse......

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up in shock, looked around, and found herself lying in the Qingluan Hall of the former princess's boudoir.

The quarrels outside came and went, and the quarrels made her have a splitting headache.

"What's going on......"

Her eyes were so thick that she couldn't see the situation outside the temple.

"Your Highness, Your Highness is awake!"

The palace ladies were overjoyed and excited.

The furnishings in the hall are as they were a few years ago, magnificent, spacious and bright, and very neat.

What's going on?

She didn't commit suicide when Xiao Yan forced the palace, why did she still appear in the Qingluan Palace?

Suddenly, a dark blue figure broke into sight, and actually dragged her directly from the bed, and the sky spun around for a while.

"Meng Qing! That's how you did it to your eldest sister? The emperor can't bear to teach you a lesson, I'll teach you a good lesson for him! ”