Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Time flies, and more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Dynasties changed, and the Northern Qi Dynasty was completely destroyed at the hands of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Five years before the fall of the Northern Qi Dynasty, a generation of powerful officials named Yu Wenwen were finally killed by the current emperor's plan.

Then, in an inconspicuous house in the capital of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, an elegant man with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes sat at the stone table under the plum blossom tree. In his hand, a cup of hot tea was steaming. White mist.

Opposite him, there was obviously no one, but there was still a cup of hot tea.

There are countless plum trees planted in the courtyard. The snow-white plum blossoms are proudly blooming on the branches, and the fragrance spreads for ten miles.

On the stone table under the plum tree, there is a picture of white plum blossoms. The scroll has been opened, and the entire plum forest is proudly blooming on the rice paper.

"Did you know? Northern Qi has been destroyed..." The man sighed and whispered softly.

No one answered him, and the man was not annoyed. He seemed to have been used to it: "Your little black guy, I remember... his name was Gao Su, right? I heard that his brother sent him away with a glass of poisonous wine..."

Still no one spoke.

"I sent people to find your old friends. Don't you want to meet them?"

"The one named Zhang Cong'er, the one who said she would wait for you forever in her last life, got married early in this life, and now her children are over ten years old...

Your other half, I don’t know what tricks he used, but I can’t find him. You must have said something to him, right?

And Yu Wenya, the junior you care about, was unfortunately affected during the battle between the two armies, and her maid also lost her life...

Zhong Chan died in battle ten years ago, and his son Zhong Congan also followed in his footsteps...

Chen Feng is still alive. He retired and returned home last year...

I heard that the young master of Nanliang named Fang Jibai died on the way to be a hero...

.........

 …”

The man kept talking, and because he didn't get a response, he kept talking until he had nothing to say, and he finally stopped.

His expression was a little lonely, he opened his mouth, and with a sigh, he whispered: "Say something to me, Your Majesty..."

"Knock, button, button..." There was a knock on the door. The concierge opened the door and saw a tall young man in a bright yellow robe standing outside.

"Your Majesty!" The attendant seemed a little surprised and didn't understand why the current Holy Lord came here. He quickly saluted and said: "I have met Your Majesty!"

"Where is the emperor's uncle?" the young emperor asked.

The attendant pointed to the courtyard behind and said, "Over there..."

The young emperor nodded and walked towards the backyard.

The concierge wanted to stop him, but finally backed down.

One emperor and one courtier.

Yu Wenyong walked slowly into the courtyard, and he saw his "dead" uncle at a glance.

Yuwen's expression softened a little, and he walked to the stone table and smiled at the man: "Uncle Huang has not changed after so many years, and he still loves plum blossoms so much..."

Hearing this, the man turned his head. Under the cold moonlight, the man's appearance was clearly visible. He was clearly the regent Wang Yuzhang who the people said was "executed" by him five years ago.

More than twenty years of time have taken a toll on his body, making his temples gray and wrinkled at the corners of his eyes, making him a little more elegant and weathered.

"What's the matter?" Yu Wenwen looked at Yu Wenyong and said calmly.

His tone was calm, without any hint of fear.

Everyone knows that he killed Yu Wenwen, but in fact, it was Yu Wenwen who became tired of being a powerful minister and returned the government to the new emperor.

Even though he is now a commoner, Yu Wenyong still dare not underestimate him.

Seeing Yu Wenwen's reaction, Yu Wenyong immediately felt in his heart and hurriedly explained: "Today is the fifteenth day, which is the day for family reunions. I thought I would come to say hello to the emperor..."

He looked at Yu Wenzhang's face, then continued with a low eyebrow: "I also want to see if the emperor has any other instructions..."

Yu Wenwen waved his hand: "No, you can go back."

After that, without looking at Yu Wenyong, he turned his head and stared at the picture of white plum blossoms on the table.

The expression is focused and the eyes are gentle.

Yu Wenyong looked at the picture of white plum blossoms, feeling jealous in his heart.

No one knew that he liked his uncle because he had a deep heart and was extremely powerful. In his eyes, he was like a god, always invincible.

He admired him and longed to become a man like the emperor one day...

He knew that a man's soul was sealed inside that white plum blossom picture.

And his imperial uncle loved that man deeply...

It would be nice if it could be burned.

Yu Wenyong lowered his head, his long eyelashes hiding the evil thoughts in his eyes.

He did not say goodbye, but slowly sat down opposite Yu Wenzhang, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, the face of Yu Wenyong opposite him turned cold, and he raised his fingertips slightly. The next moment, Yu Wenyong felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he involuntarily let go of the hand holding the tea cup.

Yuwen's eyes were red. He didn't know whether it was pain or something else. He murmured: "Uncle Huang..."

Yu Wenwen said: "This is not for you to drink..."

Yu Wenyong gritted his teeth, then glared at Yu Wenwen and said, "Why does the emperor care so much about a dead person? In the past twenty years, he has not appeared even once! He is already dead!"

Yu Wenzhang's voice was still gentle, but his eyes were as cold as knives. He said softly: "Shut up."

"He doesn't love you! I love you!" Yu Wenyong gritted his teeth and said sternly: "For the sake of the emperor's uncle, I have already defeated Beiqi and planned to give it as a gift to the emperor's uncle. Why can't the emperor's uncle look at me? Am I worse than a dead person?!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Yuwen lowered his head in shock and saw half of the broken porcelain of the teacup falling from his chest.

A stream of blood immediately flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Yuwen raised his head in disbelief, looked at Yuwen Zhang blankly, and murmured: "Uncle Huang..."

Yu Wenzhang said without any change in his voice: "Don't think too highly of yourself, I can defeat Northern Qi myself, you don't have to do it...

Go away, you don’t have to come here again. "