Because of the death of his father, the crown prince, who was pushed to the throne like a puppet, was still in a state of loss at this time.

However, the memorabilia from all over the world has already filled the table.

Those were basically sent by the vassal kings from all over the world, ostensibly to ask the Son of Heaven if he could enter Beijing to 'fulfill filial piety' and mourn the deceased monarch.

In fact, it's just a notification. They don't need the permission of the Son of Heaven at all, and they come together with a suspicious heart.

Squeak.

The door to the main hall was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a mouse beard, rolling his eyes, paced from outside the hall and walked in cautiously.

Raising his head slightly, he whispered a few times: "Your Majesty!

Zhou Xi, who had ascended the throne as emperor, looked back blankly, he was still in an unreal feeling at this time.

Dressed in a dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair, surrounded by everything that was originally familiar.

Therefore, he even just thought that the father who doted on him was just going to parade outside the palace and leave him in the palace to supervise the country.

That heart-wrenching feeling is still lingering outside of consciousness and has not penetrated into the bottom of my heart.

Now that the vassal kings from all over the country have entered Beijing, why don't your Majesty hold a banquet in the Spring Rain Pavilion and wipe out all the vassal kings, and then implement the Tui En Order. The princes of all walks of life were in turmoil, and by that time... His Majesty only needs to lead the army of the Son of Heaven to easily take back the territory and become the master of the revival of Yasukuni, which will be famous through the ages. "Middle-aged people urgently put their plans and inventory out.

This person was originally just an ordinary strategist in the prince's mansion, and with the prince's accession to the throne, he also gained a certain amount of importance in the court.

Of course, with the suppression of Feng Lin Wan, the power is limited.

It's just that there are only a few self-aware people in this world.

Most people like to think too highly of themselves.

Obviously, in the eyes of many of the old people of the original Prince's Mansion, Feng Linwan, a bald thief, is jealous and jealous. Not only robbed the new monarch of their favor, but also hindered their way to rise.

Now that the vassal kings from all over the country are about to enter Beijing, these guys who were suppressed by Feng Lin Wan have seen hope.

The eunuch who bought the guards outside the palace took advantage of Feng Lin's absence and sent a person to 'offer advice'.

Xinjun Zhou Xi looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, and subconsciously said: "This matter... Lone should also ask the godfather emperor to make a decision. ”

The middle-aged man of the mouse beard was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "Your Majesty! The first emperor has been in the house for more than half a month!"

As if stimulated, Zhou Xi suddenly jumped up from the dragon chair and kicked the middle-aged mouse in the chest.

"Nonsense! Father's body is healthy and healthy, how can he die?"

The middle-aged rat Hu was heartbroken, extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't know that the string in his head was wrong, so he actually quibbled: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The first emperor is indeed a stinger! Some time ago, wasn't it your Majesty who personally sent it to the Xishan Emperor's Mausoleum?"

Zhou Xi was struck by lightning.

The scene that was deliberately ignored suddenly flashed in front of me quickly.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and my eyes went dark, so I retreated from my chair.

The next moment, the whole person became tyrannical.

picked up the inkstone on the table, as if he was crazy, and threw himself towards the middle-aged mouse Hu.

Bang Bang Bang!

The inkstone was smashed repeatedly, and the rat Hu was full of blood.

Zhou Xi, whose plasma was splashed with blood, had his face full of hands, but he didn't care, as long as he vented the gloom, grief, and pain in his heart.

It wasn't until the middle-aged corpse of the mouse Hu completely stopped convulsing that Zhou Xi looked around in pain in the direction of the broken inkstone in his hand in a daze.

I once remembered that my father used to play with him in this originally solemn and authoritative hall.

I also remember that my father held him in his arms and taught him how to mark the cantata.

I remember the relief on his father's face and the reddening of his eyes when he brought a box of pastries to see him who worked overnight one winter.

Tears... Suddenly burst into tears.

The belated pain penetrated Zhou Xi's heart in an instant.

Until this time, until this moment, he did not know that his father... The father, who doted on him more than anything, is really gone.

It's not a parade out of the palace, and it's not a temporary rest.

It's true... Really... Leave him alone!

At first it was just tears, then there were weeping.

Whoever he is, whoever he will be in the future.

At the moment, he is just a child who has lost his father.

And a child without a father is like losing a backer and a barrier.

The door opened again.

Feng Lin came in slowly, not looking at the corpse on the ground.

The plans of the rats, he knew well in the morning.

But he connived... I even took the initiative to cooperate.

The eunuchs, palace maids, or guards around this hall were all transferred by him by hinting at it.

Otherwise, the eunuchs and guards around the emperor would be so easy to be bribed?

Zhou Xi's state is not right, he has fallen into a kind of magic barrier, simply put, he refuses to accept reality.

Feng Linwan needs someone who is not afraid of death to come and break him, and at the same time let him vent.

At this time, someone jumped out by himself, and Feng Lin Wan naturally pushed the boat down the river and made good use of it.

"Your Majesty, have you cried enough?" Feng Linwan's voice was cold, a little colder than the cold wind blowing in from outside the door.

The plasma, tears, and snot on Zhou Xi's face were mixed together, looking extremely embarrassed, he staggered, shivered, climbed onto the dragon chair, and then groped around, like a small animal leaving home, trying to find something familiar through his breath.

"If you haven't cried enough, just keep going. ”

"When you've cried enough, cheer up. ”

Feng Linwan's voice was even colder, like an ice blade, which stabbed into Zhou Xi's heart directly.

Zhou Xi raised his head suddenly, looked at Feng Linwan fiercely, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Lonely's father is dead... He's dead, and he'll never come back!"

Before, he was obviously at the mercy of the courtiers, and he had begun to call himself a widow.

But at this time, his mind gradually returned, and he instead called himself 'Lonely'.

"That's right! But Your Majesty, what he left to you is the entire Yasukuni country, and he is everywhere. He had heard that a man died three times, the first time when his heart stopped beating, and he died in the concept of the body. The second time was when he was buried, friends and relatives came to his funeral and remembered his life, and then he died in people's consciousness, in social relations, and there was no longer his place in the world. The third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot about him, and that's when he was really dead. ”

"The first emperor entrusted the country to you, not only to let you manage this great mountain and river, but also to let you continue his life. ”

"You are emperors, only your country, thousands of generations, will there be countless people who remember your stories, remember your existence, remember everything you have done. And you are also living in the mouths, stories, and biographies of countless people. But if you lose the world, the new ruler will only erase the traces of your existence and dilute your influence. ”

"Death killed your father for the first time, do you still want those ambitious people to kill him a second time?" Feng Lin's cold questioning was like a rope, holding Zhou Xi's throat so hard that he could barely breathe.