Mr. Teaching got the adventure left by Chen Wen, and he will not teach in the future, this matter is temporarily put on hold, and it is also the capital of Qingyuan, just in the depths of the palace, and Emperor Qingyuan has reached a critical moment.

As for the reason, it was because of that time when he knelt down in the snow to worship the Sword Sect.

Emperor Qingyuan is just an ordinary man, he has been weak after years of indulgence, and if he blows a wind on weekdays, he may be infected with a cold, not to mention kneeling in the snow for seven days, although he did not die, but he fell into a disease.

Since returning to the palace, Emperor Qingyuan has never been to the court, and at first there were some courtiers to care, but when the news of Emperor Qingyuan's death came out in the palace, they all dispelled this thought, and instead considered who the throne would fall to.

You must know that Emperor Qingyuan's body is not good, although he will have a happy time with the concubine every day, but for some reason, the crown prince has not been born for a long time.

Therefore, the position of crown prince has always been vacant.

The matter of national inheritance is related to the throne, and it will naturally be the crown prince after the death of the emperor, which goes without saying, but now that there is no prince, things have become a little weird.

According to the law of the country, if the emperor has no crown prince and no step-son, after his death, the throne will fall into the hands of the royal family.

The courtiers have been rolling and crawling in Qingyuan for decades, and they are really clever about this matter, and they have secretly inspected the royal relatives, thinking about which chess piece to press, and the bet is right from the dragon's work, and it is not a problem to worship the king in the future, if the bet is wrong, the end should not be too good, and the best result is to resign and go into hiding.

No one wants to go into hiding, the power has been in place for decades, and the power is dominant, how can you give up so easily, as long as you are in this position for a day, there will be people who stutter, whether it is gold and silver treasures or beautiful women and maids, they will be sent to the door.

The last time they made a mistake, the court changed a group of people, and now they can't make a mistake again.

There was a lot of news in the court, and they made bets, thinking that only they knew, but they didn't know what they did, all in the eyes of that emperor.

Emperor Qingyuan's face was bloodless, he was wearing a thick cloak, there were fire pits lit all around, and there was heavy snow outside, but in this dormitory, it was like a hot summer, just standing in it for a while, he would sweat profusely.

Therefore, the palace maids in the dormitory are all covered with tulle, and their posture is extremely graceful, showing beauty from time to time, looking towards Emperor Qingyuan.

Thinking that if Emperor Qingyuan took a fancy to him and became a concubine in the harem, he would not have to do such dirty work.

They knew that Emperor Qingyuan was sick, and it seemed that he was not small, but they felt that Emperor Qingyuan could survive.

After all, Emperor Qingyuan and that handsome boy are classmates, and that handsome boy is a heavenly monk, a fairy-like figure.

It's just a minor illness, and it must be at your fingertips.

Emperor Qingyuan sat on the dragon bed, looking at the snow scene outside the door, with an inexplicable expression.

Unlike the self-confidence of the palace concubines, he is not very optimistic, after all, his own body knows it, and he knows that no matter who comes, he will not live long.

After all, he had been fooled by that man's means.

Emperor Qingyuan suddenly spoke: "Go outside and pick up a handful of snow." ”

The palace maids were a little stunned, they didn't quite understand the emperor's words, the palace was like summer, if the snow was brought in, I was afraid it would melt halfway.

But in the end, someone still went to pick up the snow, a large piece, so in front of Emperor Qingyuan, there was still a lot left.

Stretched out his finger and put it on the snow, and couldn't help but stir up, Emperor Qingyuan looked at the palace maid with his head bowed in front of him, and smiled slightly, and asked the palace maid to put down the snow.

The palace maid did so, and it didn't take long for her to exclaim.

When he came back to his senses, he was already lying in the arms of the emperor.

Feeling the big hand roaming on her body, the palace maid was secretly happy in her heart, her face was ruddy, and she did not resist, but let the emperor do the blame.

Emperor Qingyuan's blood surged, his face was a little ruddy, he felt the warm current on his body, and he was a little happy in his heart, so he did something that made the palace maid very happy.

Half an hour later, the palace maid was lying in the emperor's arms, her face was still ruddy, and she was panting slightly.

She felt that she was very lucky, if there was no accident, she should be able to live in the harem soon, if she could give birth to a son and a half daughter for Emperor Qingyuan, maybe she could even think about the position of the lord of the harem.

Emperor Qingyuan put a pill in his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and it didn't take long for the palace maid to be happy again.

Perhaps knowing that his death was approaching, the emperor was very crazy and did not stop until the palace maid fainted.

It was already approaching evening.

The dormitory was still brightly lit, the only difference was that there were suddenly two more people in the dormitory.

They are all dressed up as scholars, the younger one is called Su Changjing, and the older one is called Mr. Mu Hua.

After retiring the palace maid, Mr. Mu Hua walked to the dragon bed, looked at the emperor who was holding the palace maid in his arms, and said calmly: "Your body is already weak, and now you are indulging in lust, you will die." ”

"I know. Emperor Qingyuan squeezed a ball of softness hard, and said with a smile: "Sooner or later, you will die, why don't you be happy?"

The movements were a little big, and the palace maid woke up in pain, but this was the emperor, and she could do whatever she wanted to her, so she could only endure it silently, and the most she could do was to pull a blanket over her body.

Barely obscuring some of the light.

There are outsiders here.

Mr. Mu Hua was silent, and suddenly felt that he couldn't understand his student, whether he pretended to understand or really didn't understand the chaos outside?

Mr. Mu Hua said bluntly: "After you die, who do you want to sit in your place?"

The words were very decisive and direct, to the point, Emperor Qingyuan raised his head, looked at his husband, and asked with a smile: "How can the position of this emperor be my master, isn't it all done by you, sir, if you can help me up, then it is not difficult to help another one, sir, what do you say?"

Mr. Mu Hua's expression remains unchanged, as Emperor Qingyuan said now, he has come all the way from the Confucian Academy, naturally he has goals and ambitions, although the emperor is important in this pass, but what he wants is that right, as for that position, anyone can do it, as long as he wants, even if he goes to the street to find a beggar, he can also help the throne.

Qingyuan is not as good as Da Zhou, although he also has luck, but he doesn't have much luck, and it is not so difficult to change the emperor.

It is not so much the emperor who controls Qingyuan, but him, if the emperor is compared to a puppet, and he is the puppeteer who controls behind.

The ministers of the court and the central government are now betting one after another, not betting on which one is suitable to be the emperor, but figuring out his thoughts.

He is the emperor of Qingyuan.

Su Changjing raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Mu Hua, and sighed slightly, he had already noticed it before he learned from Mr. Mu Hua.

It's really not easy to be an emperor.

Su Changjing turned his head to look at Emperor Qingyuan, broke the silence, and said, "Mr. also has a bitter ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Emperor Qingyuan with a sneer, if it was in the past, for the sake of his own life, he would not say anything, and even obey Mr. Mu Hua's words, but now that he is dying, the dead will not care too much.

Emperor Qingyuan sneered: "Bitter? Who has my bitterness, inexplicably you issued an edict in the name, and then, Jian Xiu, who originally had a good impression of Qingyuan, is now extremely disgusted with Qingyuan, and thinks about killing me every moment, that's it, it's a big deal that I hide in the palace and don't come out, as a shrinking turtle, but now this situation, who of you can think of it? Now I am dying, all thanks to your blessing." ”

Mr. Mu Hua looked at Emperor Qingyuan, whose face was gradually becoming hideous, and did not say anything, but just glanced at the palace maid meaningfully.

Then he took Su Changjing and left the dormitory.

Emperor Qingyuan coughed a few times, panting slightly, still feeling aggrieved in his heart, so he continued to use the palace maid to vent his anger.

The palace maid struggled a few times, but she couldn't resist, so she could only continue to endure it.

After leaving the dormitory, Mr. Mu Hua took Su Changjing out of the imperial gate one after the other.

On the way, Su Changjing couldn't bear the doubts in his heart, so he asked out loud: "Sir, what kind of disease does the emperor have, and it can't be cured by ordinary medicines, why can't we monks be cured by their breath?"

Mr. Mu Hua was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since that person stepped into the palace, the emperor has not been far from death, no matter what we do, it will be in vain, after all, that realm is too high and too high, it has reached the sky, and we are still struggling in the mud, so no matter what we do, it is useless." ”

Su Changjing frowned and asked, "Who is that one?"

Mr. Mu Hua stopped and looked at the gate of the palace not far away, a little distracted.

That person is really amazing, he didn't expect that he would be able to play a game of chess with that person, although he lost, he was proud enough.

Mr. Mu Hua shook his head, did not reply to the question, just said hurry up, and continued to walk.

Su Changjing had a vague conjecture in his heart, but he felt that it was unlikely, but no matter what he said, he didn't make a noise.

I don't know if I dare, or what.

The two walked out of the palace and did not return to their residence soon, but involuntarily followed one direction.

Some trance.

By the time they came to their senses, they had already appeared in front of a restaurant.

In the restaurant, there is a faint voice of a storyteller telling a story.

is different from the previous talented and beautiful women and generals and beauties, but is talking about fairy plays.

The cultivators on the mountain are called immortals, so the fairy drama is also said to be a matter on the mountain, most of them are to kill demons and climb to the sky in one step.

Immortal dramas are very attractive to ordinary people, but to the ears of real monks, they are not so real.

The two walked into the restaurant, did not sit down, but stood quietly, at this time, Mr. Storyteller, was talking about the fairy drama to the most subtle.

The drinkers listened attentively, for fear of missing half a word, as usual, they did not like to listen to books, but felt that it was better to sleep at home with their mother-in-law in their arms, but the book that the storyteller in this restaurant said was really novel.

If you don't listen, it's like a great sin.

However, not long after, the storyteller patted the wood awake, smiled and said, "I want to know what happened next, and listen to the next decomposition." ”

Then he sat down at the table and chair and said no more.

The drinkers were happy to hear this, and now they felt very uncomfortable when they broke off like this, and they asked the storyteller to add more.

The crowd was excited, but the storyteller didn't realize it, just drank tea silently, with a smile on his face, he should have thought this scene was a little interesting.

With a smile on his face, it is not only the storyteller, but also the restaurant shopkeeper, the residents don't like to go out much in winter on weekdays, so every time in winter, his restaurant is at a loss, which makes him sigh every day.

But yesterday evening, somehow, the storyteller suddenly came to him to tell the story, and the shopkeeper did not rush out, after all, it was not easy for anyone in this winter, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this storyteller opened his mouth, his restaurant was full, and he made a lot of money.

The shopkeeper held a piece of silver tightly in his palm, and walked up to the storyteller with a smile, looking like this, thinking of buying it with money.

However, it didn't play a role, saying that it would be decomposed next time, and it would not be said again, and no matter how much silver there was, it would be useless.

The shopkeeper is not easy to use any strong means, after all, in his opinion, this is a cash cow, if it hurts and touches it, it is not good.

As a result, the drinkers quickly ran out, leaving only a few people here.

Mr. Mu Hua looked at the storyteller on the stage, with a strange expression, he listened to the paragraph just now, and he didn't think it was made up, but it was very real.

Because he had read that passage in a book, and that book was only circulated in the Confucian Academy, and the book told the story of a Confucian predecessor.

That predecessor is called Chen Wen, and now he is called Chen Sheng.