Imperial City
Chapter 95 Ending
The emperor stepped out of the east side hall quickly, looking a little lost.
Anxi was waiting outside alone, seeing this, she hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
The emperor waved his hand away, looked down at him, his face sank like water.
"You know all about it." Know his life experience.
An Xi didn't dare to lie any more, and knelt down on the bluestone slab to plead guilty.
"If you are really old and confused, you can rest for a while."
This is the position to dismiss Anxi.
The latter said thank you, and two lines of hot tears no longer flowed from his clear eyes.
"Go back and pass on the last decree for me."
"Hey, hey." An Xi choked up.
"Seal the eastern hall and send guards to guard it. No one can enter without my will." The emperor clenched his hands behind his back into fists.
"Hey...slave, this...I'm going to deliver the order." An Xi stood up trembling, he couldn't protect himself, and didn't dare to intercede for Wei Qi again.
The emperor suddenly said, "You dog, I have wasted my trust in you for many years."
An Xifu knelt down again, tears streaming down his face.
He hugged the emperor's leg, howled and begged His Majesty's forgiveness, without the majestic demeanor of the imperial chief.
The latter kicked him away, looked at his embarrassing posture coldly, disgusted in his heart.
One or two are so hateful.
"Things without roots are really cheap." His voice was indifferent, returning to the aloofness of the emperor.
After the emperor left, Anxi's complexion was ashen, showing signs of old age.
Accompanying him for nearly ten years, this is the worst sentence he has ever heard the emperor say to himself.
Yu Jia returned to the main hall, and the emperor waved everyone away.
Sitting alone at the round table in Dongnuan Pavilion, he let go of the majesty of the emperor and became an ordinary man with a dejected appearance.
"Oh." He put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly let out a cold snort.
The huge room was empty.
"Heh." The emperor shook his head, with a smile on his lips, mocking himself for being stupid for not being able to recognize people clearly.
He sat withered for half an hour, even without dinner, and sent someone to order the chief of the imperial guards in front of the Qing Palace to enter.
The imperial guard unloaded his sword and came, bowing his knees to obey the order.
The emperor's face was hidden in the dark warm pavilion, and the bright yellow dragon robe in front of his chest was illuminated by the pure moonlight. The auspicious clouds and dragon patterns on it were complicated and luxurious, and the gold and silver threads shimmered.
His palms were clenched into fists, hitting his knees one after another.
The guard held his breath in the darkness.
After a while, the emperor said, "Go and do something for me."
"The slave is here."
"In the past, the people around the late emperor, a few sent out of the palace, went to deal with it."
"The slave takes orders."
"Make it clean and go right away."
"Hey, the slave understands."
The emperor seemed a little tired, he whispered: "Retire."
"Hey, this slave is leaving."
The imperial guards took the order and left, killing people in the middle of the night.
The emperor just remembered what happened back then. At that time, the first emperor had not long since ascended the throne, and the foundation was not yet stable.
In the middle of the court, there are still stubborn veterans from the previous dynasty who resist.
The first emperor said that he wanted to appease, or give gold and silver to depose those old things to return to their hometowns.
However, the emperor felt that it would be more enjoyable to kill chickens to make an example to monkeys. After all, most literati in the world are cowardly and spare their lives.
Chen Suyuan slammed into the knife, and the emperor asked the first emperor to give him the death penalty.
The first emperor was hesitant, saying that the Chen family is a family of hairpin tassels, and Chen Suyuan was also quite famous in the previous dynasty.
The emperor said: "My son thinks that since he is quite famous, he should be punished more severely, so as to kill one and warn others."
"Father is lenient, sage and Yingde, spare him the death penalty. However, he is a hateful person, and living crimes are inevitable. It's better to copy his family and relegate him to the border."
The first emperor pondered for a few moments and agreed.
It was a matter of the past, how could the emperor, who was only a weak crown at that time, would have expected that he would be planted in the hands of Xiaoyi, the son of the Chen family, who was eight years old at the time.
Anxi was locked in the ear room at the back of the servant's courtyard, while Wei Qi was guarded in the east side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Wang Fugui took the position of his master, but the emperor's face was like hell all day long, no one dared to provoke him.
The news spread to the harem, and everyone said that the male fox had fallen out of favor, offended Longyan and was placed under house arrest by the Holy Majesty, and people were very happy for a while.
The emperor hadn't visited a concubine for two months, who could not hate Wei Qi, and now they all applauded and looked at his jokes coldly.
On the night of the third day, when everything was quiet, the emperor still thought of Wei Qi.
He thought, so it was really Chen Xiaoyi, the eight-year-old child of the Chen family.
Oh, wonderful, very wonderful.Weidao is so stubborn, just like his stupid father who doesn't know what's good or what's wrong.
He thought of the monstrous hatred in Wei Qi's eyes when he looked at him a few days ago, and his heart ached.
The emperor clasped the edge of the table tightly with his hands, resisting the surging blood in his heart.
He said he wanted to kill the king and hated me to the bone.
The emperor bowed, furious.
He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
Last year, I specially congratulated him on his birthday. It turned out that I had raised a wolf on my couch.
A few months ago, she said that she admired me and wanted all my love, with a serious expression, and she didn't even bat an eye when she told a lie!
The emperor sneered, how blind and embarrassing it was, the lowly slave's eyes were clearly heartless at that time.
The most special one?
The emperor thought of his coaxing in a low voice again, such love and affection, now it seems like a slap on the face.
I don't know good and bad, I don't know good and bad!
He raised his hand and swept the teacups on the table, calling for someone to come in and clean it.
After tidying up, the emperor still rested, as if he had never been angry.
It's just that he closed his eyes for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep, thinking about things with his arms on his head.
The overall situation of the court, the imperial examination in the coming year, and the turmoil in the southern kingdoms, one after another, but they all came back to Wei Qi.
The son of an aristocratic family, he was known as a child prodigy at the age of seven.
The emperor opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dull and pale yellow.
The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain.
He vaguely remembered this poem written by Wei Qi.
What a big temper, what a crazy child.
The two lines of the poem remembered by the emperor are the last two lines, and the whole poem is:
Jinluan opened the west gate, and stopped to ask pears.
The sharp edge of the iron blade comes out, the old man He Yigu.
The flamingo comes to Taihe, its wings are as white as snow.
The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain.
This poem was written by Chen Jiaxiaoyi in the summer when he was seven years old.
One day when he was seven years old, in the school of the Chen family.
The master ordered the sixty descendants of the Chen family to each compose a five-character quatrain, with the theme of chanting things, and the time limit for half a stick of incense, and no other requirements.
Chen Xiaoyi leaned over the desk, biting the barrel of the pen and frowning in thought.
Not long after, he concentrated on picking up the pen and finished a poem on the yellow and white rice paper.
Although he wrote extremely fast, he was not in a hurry to show it to his master, because he didn't want to meet the eyes of his classmates.
Although as early as a year ago, there were rumors in the school that his intelligence was different from ordinary people.
However, although the master is old, he has a pair of piercing eyes.
He had already had a panoramic view of Chen Xiaoyi's every move.
When the time for the half stick incense comes, the students stand up one by one according to their age and read out their poems aloud.
There are 68 people in the main branch, side branches and relatives and grandchildren of the Chen family school.
Chen Xiaoyi was a poet, and the first 49 seniors chanted lotuses, plum blossoms, tigers and cattle, all of them in different styles.
There are many excellent works among them. Sometimes the teacher in the hall nods, and sometimes frowns and remains silent.
Chen Xiaoyi got up from the low stool, and everyone turned around and looked up at him.
The latter stood upright, bowed and saluted the headed master, and then bowed his head to salute his classmates.
He said: "Stay ugly in peace."
Everyone waits.
"This poem is called Yonghe." As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile.After pausing for a moment, he picked up the paper and recited the poem.
"Jin Luan, the west gate is open. Stop and lean over, I want to ask Li." He said in a steady voice, but his voice was very clear and clear even though he was young.
Everyone held their breath, the Master's complexion changed slightly, and the fingers holding the ruler trembled slightly.
"The sharp edge of the iron blade comes out. Old man, He, Yigu.
The flamingo comes to Taihe, its wings are as white as snow. "
"Chen Ju'an!" Master slapped the ruler in his hand and scolded in a deep voice.
The faces of the students were flushed, not knowing whether it was excitement or gloating.
Chen Xiaoyi raised his eyes, looked straight at his master and smiled, with a respectful and carefree attitude.
"Kirin is hesitating—" He looked at his respected teacher without blinking.
Everyone is worried.
"No way, report, rivers and mountains." Every word, every word is clear, and the tone of voice is normal, not ups and downs, but it seems to have a deafening effect.
There was a moment of silence, and I don't know who took the lead to applaud. After a few scattered applause, everyone clapped the table and cheered, "Good writing!"
The teacher in the hall was so angry that his chest couldn't stop heaving, and his drooping goatee beard kept trembling.
Chen Xiaoyi lowered his eyes amidst the lively applause, stretched out his right palm, and he was waiting for the ruler to punish him.
The master was furious, and the Dao boy was rampant.
Chen Xiaoyi bowed to apologize, looking cute.
The master drew out his ruler, hit him twice on his left palm, but dropped his hand in a slump.
This is his most proud student, smart, lively and lovable, upright and stubborn.
And the young child still has passion, but the old man only dares to survive.
The master personally went to the gate of House Master Chen's house and informed Chen Xiaoyi's father of the matter.
Chen Suyuan was shocked.
This poem by Chen Xiaoyi involves a lot of things. It is not only mocking Liu Quan, the great eunuch of the dynasty who is known as [-] years old, but also the cowardly civil and military officials of the dynasty.
What's more, he scolded his father as well.
A few days ago, Liu Quan went out of the palace on business at the emperor's order, and left the Meridian Gate in a golden sedan chair carried by eight people.
The people along the way gave way, but the old man who sells pears was deaf and blind, so he retreated slowly.
Liu Quan's minions set him up and dragged him back.
Liu Quan heard movement in the sedan chair and stopped him.
He got off the sedan chair, surrounded by many eunuchs and guards, walked up to the old man, bowed and asked, "Is the pear sweet?"
The old man squinted his eyes, smiled, and said back to him, "Sweet! My lord, the pears I grew myself! It's so sweet! You can try it."
He approached with a bamboo basket in his hand.
Liu Quan never used things outside the palace indiscriminately, but that time he actually picked a pear to taste.
With a crisp click, he took two bites and spat.
No one on the wide street dared to breathe.
"Not sweet." He said darkly, his voice sharp and domineering.
Before the old man could speak in the future, he had already become a dead soul under the knife.
Sheng'an Avenue in front of the Meridian Gate was stained with blood.
This matter spread throughout the capital, but there was no word in the court, and the military officials were silent.
Liu Quan was rampant, and had killed many ministers in the court and China in the past few years. His Majesty believed in eunuchs, and no one dared to provoke him.
The red robe and white crane swagger in the Jinluan Hall.The important ministers with unicorn patterns cowardly avoided, and failed to live up to the great rivers and mountains.
The seven-year-old schoolchildren's poems are rough, and they don't really rhyme neatly, but the meaning is deep.
After returning home, in the Chen family ancestral hall, Chen Xiaoyi knelt on the cold floor tiles and stretched out his palms to be punished.
His father beat him hard with a heavy ruler, and after a few hits he asked, "Do you know your mistake?"
Chen Xiaoyi lowered his eyes and looked back, "My son doesn't know, what's wrong with my son? My son is nothing but Yong He."
He still has to be stubborn and sophistry, and every word and every sentence in the poem points to the court, which is so obvious that people don't know it.
If this poem is spread out, let Liu Quan hear it...
Chen Suyuan's complexion was pale and he was on the verge of falling.
"Nie Zi! Never repent!"
Chen Xiaoyi pursed his lips and endured, his palms gradually became red and swollen.
Looking at his only son, Chen Suyuan was both angry and worried.
This child was born thin and weak, and he and his wife took good care of it, and raised it for seven or eight years before it grew into what it is now.
It is said that this child is smart and will succeed in the future.
Why didn't Chen Suyuan place high hopes on him, he lived in peace, hoped that he would be diligent and promising, hoped that he would be safe and sound.
It's just that he is too stubborn, very temperamental, and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.
He also didn't want to break the child's heart, and he didn't want the child to bow to the cruel reality prematurely.
It's just...he had to give up, he was afraid that one day, he would be too old and weak to protect his beloved son.
Chen Xiaoyi's mother, Chen Wangshi, rushed over after hearing the news, but stopped outside the ancestral hall and did not come in again.
She covered her face and wept, anxious in her heart.
On the one hand, he feels sorry for the child being punished, and on the other hand, he is worried about the catastrophe he caused.
Although he knew that he had to make a gesture to show the other side this time, he still couldn't bear to see his son suffer.
In a dilemma, he leaned against the corner and cried bitterly while biting his handkerchief.
Chen Xiaoyi seemed to be aware of it, his eyes were flushed, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "My son knows his mistake."
"Louder!" Jiu Qiansui, who lived in the Forbidden City, could also hear it.
Chen Xiaoyi looked at the memorial tablet standing in front of him and the aloes wafting up, his mother's weeping in a low voice could be faintly heard across the door.
"My son knows his mistake!" He roared loudly, his voice still immature.
"I've been thinking about this for a month, and copied the family instructions two hundred times, do you understand?"
"My son understands."
Chen Suyuan threw down the ruler and left with a flick of his sleeves.
The door closed, and the couple outside looked at each other.
Chen Suyuan seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, he said dejectedly: "Madam, I'm sorry for my husband."
This is the child that his wife gave birth to desperately, their only child.
After all, this poem by Chen Xiaoyi reached the ears of the emperor.
In the early morning of the next day, Emperor Ming mentioned it casually like a joke, and several people were worried and secretly regretted it.
Chen Suyuan hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, saying: "The child is ignorant, it is not intentional, I have punished him to close the door and think about his mistakes, please punish the minister for his ineffective discipline and ineffective management of the son."
Emperor Ming said: "This son is extremely intelligent." He gently uncovered it.
Everyone was shocked, and Liu Quan stood behind the emperor to maintain his posture.
The name of Chen Xiaoyi's child prodigy spread, and Liu Quan restrained himself because of the four characters of the emperor.
It was three days later when the incident spread to the southwest.
Xiao Kai, who was not yet 19 years old at the time, was standing on horseback.
The sun is setting and the clouds in the sky are dyed red.
The counselor next to him sighed, "There can still be one or two vigorous children from the high family family, and the capital can still be saved. That one is not terminally ill or extremely fatuous."
Xiao Kaiyan said: "The important ministers in the capital watched silently, and they were reduced to relying on mere children to point them out.
Where there is help, the disease is already in the bones, and there is no cure for medicine or stone.
Could it be that we have to wait another ten years for the descendants of the aristocratic families in Beijing to grow up? "Now he is a child prodigy, how can he know what he will look like in the future.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, in Chen Xiaoyi's 17th year of life, a green bamboo growing silently in the corner was broken by himself.
He looks away. "At that time, the country may be taken over by foreign races." It's better to earn by yourself.
The emperor woke up from the past, still a little bit unable to recover.
Things in the world are wonderful, and mortal people go round and round. Two people who are deeply predestined are destined to meet and entangle each other.
The emperor was dazed, and after a few moments he got up and walked out of the West Nuan Pavilion, passed through the main hall and the East Nuan Pavilion, and came straight to the front door of the East Side Hall.
The carved wooden door was locked, and he kicked it open.
With a bang, the lock fell to the ground and the wooden door cracked.
Wei Qi huddled on the couch, leaning against the head of the couch.
He didn't respond to the movement made by the emperor.
The emperor walked to the round table under the couch and sat down, not caring about Wei Qi's rudeness, and said even more disobedient things from left to right.
"The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain." The emperor said softly, "You wrote it?"
Wei Qi shuddered, "No, Chen Xiaoyi wrote it."
And he was no longer worthy of being a child of the Chen family.
The emperor had mixed feelings in his heart, as if he felt that he was hateful and pitiful.
However, this is the end of the matter, and it cannot be repeated.
There are many child prodigies, but there is only one Wei Qi accompanying him in the Forbidden City.
"I'll ask you one last time." The emperor looked at his obviously thin body and asked, "Are you determined to leave the palace?"
"Yes, the servant is leaving the palace." Wei Qi never raised his head to look at the emperor.
"Okay, very good." The emperor smiled, his fingers trembling constantly.
He wanted to ask Wei Qi, do you like me a little bit, but he couldn't open his mouth.
"What if I don't let you go?" He tilted his head to drink tea.
"If you don't let the slave go out, the slave has no other choice but to live."
Live?
The emperor had difficulty breathing.
It turns out that in your opinion, staying by my side is actually just living.
"Did I treat you badly?" He still couldn't help asking, because he was really annoyed and puzzled.
"Heh." Wei Qi raised his head and stared at the white obscene clothes on his body.
"It's just like raising a cat."
The emperor's chest rose and fell.
Keep cats, keep cats.
He is a majestic emperor, and he has never had the leisure and elegance to raise cats.
"If I thought you were a cat, I wouldn't..." The emperor couldn't continue.
He wanted to say that he would not have a blind date with a cat, would not think about a cat every day, and would not think carefully about a cat.
It's too embarrassing, it's too embarrassing to say it.
"Zhen will have fun with the beast on the couch?" The emperor's words were agitated.
"Happy?" Wei Qi turned to look at him.
"It's just your own pleasure and pleasure."
The emperor is unbelievable.
"Heh, how is my happiness alone?" He sneered in a deep voice, "A few days ago you were still crying on my couch, hugging me very tightly and twisting your arms so happily."
The closer a person is to a blind date, the more they know how to hurt each other.
"That's right." Wei Qi's face was pale, and he sneered: "A slave is an eunuch, and an eunuch is not a man, even with a dog, he can bark happily."
The emperor couldn't hear him say that.
"Wei Qi!" He approached with a few steps, his face full of anger.
Should have strangled him.
"Don't think about going out of the palace anymore, you are my people all your life, and you have to stay in the palace."
Wei Qi's lips trembled, "You can keep it, keep this empty shell of a slave, but I will never be yours."
The emperor thought to himself, if you say no, then no, don't even think about going out in this life.
Wei Qi pissed people off again.
The former thought of the past, and felt guilty, so he let go of his anger and went to seek peace.
Who would have thought that Wei Qi was so determined to leave the palace that he had no intention of admitting his mistake.
The emperor returned to Xinuang Pavilion and called Wang Fugui.
"You go and ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to put on a pair of handcuffs." He ordered quietly, "Do it according to Wei Qi's stature."
Wang Fugui was shocked, he wanted to go back and report to his master, but he deserved respect.
"Do it better." If you say you want to keep a cat, you can keep a cat. If you are not from me, you can be my cat.
If you tie the shackles like a beast for a few days, you will know how I treated you in the past.
The emperor rubbed his forehead, and sighed that he had gone too far with Wei Qi.
Two days later, the anklet was presented, and it was inlaid with gold and jade, shining brightly.The inside of the ankle ring is covered with soft sheepskin, so it won't be too uncomfortable to wear.
The emperor was satisfied, and that night he went to see Wei Qi with his ankle chain.
He threw the things on the couch.
"Now I will give you two ways to go. One is to accompany the driver with handcuffs, and the other is to accompany the driver without handcuffs. You choose yourself.
Wei Qi ignored it, without raising his eyelids.
"Choose." The emperor pinched his elbow, but he was taken aback.
In just ten days, Wei Qi lost a lot of weight.
The thin arm was clenched in the palm, making people feel sore.
The emperor said: "Think about it carefully, if you can figure it out. I don't have to ask about the past and the past."
Such treasonous nonsense like regicide can also be written off.
Wei Qi was confident, he hooked his lips and smiled: "The slave is going out of the palace."
He knew that the emperor had nothing to do with him, otherwise how dare he turn his face so easily.
"Okay!" The emperor laughed angrily.
Since you don't know what's interesting, then tie it up. Do you really think that I will soften my heart?Tell you to play like this.
"Come on."
"The minions are here."
"Put it on for your Master Wei."
Anxi was waiting outside alone, seeing this, she hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
The emperor waved his hand away, looked down at him, his face sank like water.
"You know all about it." Know his life experience.
An Xi didn't dare to lie any more, and knelt down on the bluestone slab to plead guilty.
"If you are really old and confused, you can rest for a while."
This is the position to dismiss Anxi.
The latter said thank you, and two lines of hot tears no longer flowed from his clear eyes.
"Go back and pass on the last decree for me."
"Hey, hey." An Xi choked up.
"Seal the eastern hall and send guards to guard it. No one can enter without my will." The emperor clenched his hands behind his back into fists.
"Hey...slave, this...I'm going to deliver the order." An Xi stood up trembling, he couldn't protect himself, and didn't dare to intercede for Wei Qi again.
The emperor suddenly said, "You dog, I have wasted my trust in you for many years."
An Xifu knelt down again, tears streaming down his face.
He hugged the emperor's leg, howled and begged His Majesty's forgiveness, without the majestic demeanor of the imperial chief.
The latter kicked him away, looked at his embarrassing posture coldly, disgusted in his heart.
One or two are so hateful.
"Things without roots are really cheap." His voice was indifferent, returning to the aloofness of the emperor.
After the emperor left, Anxi's complexion was ashen, showing signs of old age.
Accompanying him for nearly ten years, this is the worst sentence he has ever heard the emperor say to himself.
Yu Jia returned to the main hall, and the emperor waved everyone away.
Sitting alone at the round table in Dongnuan Pavilion, he let go of the majesty of the emperor and became an ordinary man with a dejected appearance.
"Oh." He put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly let out a cold snort.
The huge room was empty.
"Heh." The emperor shook his head, with a smile on his lips, mocking himself for being stupid for not being able to recognize people clearly.
He sat withered for half an hour, even without dinner, and sent someone to order the chief of the imperial guards in front of the Qing Palace to enter.
The imperial guard unloaded his sword and came, bowing his knees to obey the order.
The emperor's face was hidden in the dark warm pavilion, and the bright yellow dragon robe in front of his chest was illuminated by the pure moonlight. The auspicious clouds and dragon patterns on it were complicated and luxurious, and the gold and silver threads shimmered.
His palms were clenched into fists, hitting his knees one after another.
The guard held his breath in the darkness.
After a while, the emperor said, "Go and do something for me."
"The slave is here."
"In the past, the people around the late emperor, a few sent out of the palace, went to deal with it."
"The slave takes orders."
"Make it clean and go right away."
"Hey, the slave understands."
The emperor seemed a little tired, he whispered: "Retire."
"Hey, this slave is leaving."
The imperial guards took the order and left, killing people in the middle of the night.
The emperor just remembered what happened back then. At that time, the first emperor had not long since ascended the throne, and the foundation was not yet stable.
In the middle of the court, there are still stubborn veterans from the previous dynasty who resist.
The first emperor said that he wanted to appease, or give gold and silver to depose those old things to return to their hometowns.
However, the emperor felt that it would be more enjoyable to kill chickens to make an example to monkeys. After all, most literati in the world are cowardly and spare their lives.
Chen Suyuan slammed into the knife, and the emperor asked the first emperor to give him the death penalty.
The first emperor was hesitant, saying that the Chen family is a family of hairpin tassels, and Chen Suyuan was also quite famous in the previous dynasty.
The emperor said: "My son thinks that since he is quite famous, he should be punished more severely, so as to kill one and warn others."
"Father is lenient, sage and Yingde, spare him the death penalty. However, he is a hateful person, and living crimes are inevitable. It's better to copy his family and relegate him to the border."
The first emperor pondered for a few moments and agreed.
It was a matter of the past, how could the emperor, who was only a weak crown at that time, would have expected that he would be planted in the hands of Xiaoyi, the son of the Chen family, who was eight years old at the time.
Anxi was locked in the ear room at the back of the servant's courtyard, while Wei Qi was guarded in the east side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Wang Fugui took the position of his master, but the emperor's face was like hell all day long, no one dared to provoke him.
The news spread to the harem, and everyone said that the male fox had fallen out of favor, offended Longyan and was placed under house arrest by the Holy Majesty, and people were very happy for a while.
The emperor hadn't visited a concubine for two months, who could not hate Wei Qi, and now they all applauded and looked at his jokes coldly.
On the night of the third day, when everything was quiet, the emperor still thought of Wei Qi.
He thought, so it was really Chen Xiaoyi, the eight-year-old child of the Chen family.
Oh, wonderful, very wonderful.Weidao is so stubborn, just like his stupid father who doesn't know what's good or what's wrong.
He thought of the monstrous hatred in Wei Qi's eyes when he looked at him a few days ago, and his heart ached.
The emperor clasped the edge of the table tightly with his hands, resisting the surging blood in his heart.
He said he wanted to kill the king and hated me to the bone.
The emperor bowed, furious.
He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
Last year, I specially congratulated him on his birthday. It turned out that I had raised a wolf on my couch.
A few months ago, she said that she admired me and wanted all my love, with a serious expression, and she didn't even bat an eye when she told a lie!
The emperor sneered, how blind and embarrassing it was, the lowly slave's eyes were clearly heartless at that time.
The most special one?
The emperor thought of his coaxing in a low voice again, such love and affection, now it seems like a slap on the face.
I don't know good and bad, I don't know good and bad!
He raised his hand and swept the teacups on the table, calling for someone to come in and clean it.
After tidying up, the emperor still rested, as if he had never been angry.
It's just that he closed his eyes for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep, thinking about things with his arms on his head.
The overall situation of the court, the imperial examination in the coming year, and the turmoil in the southern kingdoms, one after another, but they all came back to Wei Qi.
The son of an aristocratic family, he was known as a child prodigy at the age of seven.
The emperor opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dull and pale yellow.
The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain.
He vaguely remembered this poem written by Wei Qi.
What a big temper, what a crazy child.
The two lines of the poem remembered by the emperor are the last two lines, and the whole poem is:
Jinluan opened the west gate, and stopped to ask pears.
The sharp edge of the iron blade comes out, the old man He Yigu.
The flamingo comes to Taihe, its wings are as white as snow.
The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain.
This poem was written by Chen Jiaxiaoyi in the summer when he was seven years old.
One day when he was seven years old, in the school of the Chen family.
The master ordered the sixty descendants of the Chen family to each compose a five-character quatrain, with the theme of chanting things, and the time limit for half a stick of incense, and no other requirements.
Chen Xiaoyi leaned over the desk, biting the barrel of the pen and frowning in thought.
Not long after, he concentrated on picking up the pen and finished a poem on the yellow and white rice paper.
Although he wrote extremely fast, he was not in a hurry to show it to his master, because he didn't want to meet the eyes of his classmates.
Although as early as a year ago, there were rumors in the school that his intelligence was different from ordinary people.
However, although the master is old, he has a pair of piercing eyes.
He had already had a panoramic view of Chen Xiaoyi's every move.
When the time for the half stick incense comes, the students stand up one by one according to their age and read out their poems aloud.
There are 68 people in the main branch, side branches and relatives and grandchildren of the Chen family school.
Chen Xiaoyi was a poet, and the first 49 seniors chanted lotuses, plum blossoms, tigers and cattle, all of them in different styles.
There are many excellent works among them. Sometimes the teacher in the hall nods, and sometimes frowns and remains silent.
Chen Xiaoyi got up from the low stool, and everyone turned around and looked up at him.
The latter stood upright, bowed and saluted the headed master, and then bowed his head to salute his classmates.
He said: "Stay ugly in peace."
Everyone waits.
"This poem is called Yonghe." As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile.After pausing for a moment, he picked up the paper and recited the poem.
"Jin Luan, the west gate is open. Stop and lean over, I want to ask Li." He said in a steady voice, but his voice was very clear and clear even though he was young.
Everyone held their breath, the Master's complexion changed slightly, and the fingers holding the ruler trembled slightly.
"The sharp edge of the iron blade comes out. Old man, He, Yigu.
The flamingo comes to Taihe, its wings are as white as snow. "
"Chen Ju'an!" Master slapped the ruler in his hand and scolded in a deep voice.
The faces of the students were flushed, not knowing whether it was excitement or gloating.
Chen Xiaoyi raised his eyes, looked straight at his master and smiled, with a respectful and carefree attitude.
"Kirin is hesitating—" He looked at his respected teacher without blinking.
Everyone is worried.
"No way, report, rivers and mountains." Every word, every word is clear, and the tone of voice is normal, not ups and downs, but it seems to have a deafening effect.
There was a moment of silence, and I don't know who took the lead to applaud. After a few scattered applause, everyone clapped the table and cheered, "Good writing!"
The teacher in the hall was so angry that his chest couldn't stop heaving, and his drooping goatee beard kept trembling.
Chen Xiaoyi lowered his eyes amidst the lively applause, stretched out his right palm, and he was waiting for the ruler to punish him.
The master was furious, and the Dao boy was rampant.
Chen Xiaoyi bowed to apologize, looking cute.
The master drew out his ruler, hit him twice on his left palm, but dropped his hand in a slump.
This is his most proud student, smart, lively and lovable, upright and stubborn.
And the young child still has passion, but the old man only dares to survive.
The master personally went to the gate of House Master Chen's house and informed Chen Xiaoyi's father of the matter.
Chen Suyuan was shocked.
This poem by Chen Xiaoyi involves a lot of things. It is not only mocking Liu Quan, the great eunuch of the dynasty who is known as [-] years old, but also the cowardly civil and military officials of the dynasty.
What's more, he scolded his father as well.
A few days ago, Liu Quan went out of the palace on business at the emperor's order, and left the Meridian Gate in a golden sedan chair carried by eight people.
The people along the way gave way, but the old man who sells pears was deaf and blind, so he retreated slowly.
Liu Quan's minions set him up and dragged him back.
Liu Quan heard movement in the sedan chair and stopped him.
He got off the sedan chair, surrounded by many eunuchs and guards, walked up to the old man, bowed and asked, "Is the pear sweet?"
The old man squinted his eyes, smiled, and said back to him, "Sweet! My lord, the pears I grew myself! It's so sweet! You can try it."
He approached with a bamboo basket in his hand.
Liu Quan never used things outside the palace indiscriminately, but that time he actually picked a pear to taste.
With a crisp click, he took two bites and spat.
No one on the wide street dared to breathe.
"Not sweet." He said darkly, his voice sharp and domineering.
Before the old man could speak in the future, he had already become a dead soul under the knife.
Sheng'an Avenue in front of the Meridian Gate was stained with blood.
This matter spread throughout the capital, but there was no word in the court, and the military officials were silent.
Liu Quan was rampant, and had killed many ministers in the court and China in the past few years. His Majesty believed in eunuchs, and no one dared to provoke him.
The red robe and white crane swagger in the Jinluan Hall.The important ministers with unicorn patterns cowardly avoided, and failed to live up to the great rivers and mountains.
The seven-year-old schoolchildren's poems are rough, and they don't really rhyme neatly, but the meaning is deep.
After returning home, in the Chen family ancestral hall, Chen Xiaoyi knelt on the cold floor tiles and stretched out his palms to be punished.
His father beat him hard with a heavy ruler, and after a few hits he asked, "Do you know your mistake?"
Chen Xiaoyi lowered his eyes and looked back, "My son doesn't know, what's wrong with my son? My son is nothing but Yong He."
He still has to be stubborn and sophistry, and every word and every sentence in the poem points to the court, which is so obvious that people don't know it.
If this poem is spread out, let Liu Quan hear it...
Chen Suyuan's complexion was pale and he was on the verge of falling.
"Nie Zi! Never repent!"
Chen Xiaoyi pursed his lips and endured, his palms gradually became red and swollen.
Looking at his only son, Chen Suyuan was both angry and worried.
This child was born thin and weak, and he and his wife took good care of it, and raised it for seven or eight years before it grew into what it is now.
It is said that this child is smart and will succeed in the future.
Why didn't Chen Suyuan place high hopes on him, he lived in peace, hoped that he would be diligent and promising, hoped that he would be safe and sound.
It's just that he is too stubborn, very temperamental, and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.
He also didn't want to break the child's heart, and he didn't want the child to bow to the cruel reality prematurely.
It's just...he had to give up, he was afraid that one day, he would be too old and weak to protect his beloved son.
Chen Xiaoyi's mother, Chen Wangshi, rushed over after hearing the news, but stopped outside the ancestral hall and did not come in again.
She covered her face and wept, anxious in her heart.
On the one hand, he feels sorry for the child being punished, and on the other hand, he is worried about the catastrophe he caused.
Although he knew that he had to make a gesture to show the other side this time, he still couldn't bear to see his son suffer.
In a dilemma, he leaned against the corner and cried bitterly while biting his handkerchief.
Chen Xiaoyi seemed to be aware of it, his eyes were flushed, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "My son knows his mistake."
"Louder!" Jiu Qiansui, who lived in the Forbidden City, could also hear it.
Chen Xiaoyi looked at the memorial tablet standing in front of him and the aloes wafting up, his mother's weeping in a low voice could be faintly heard across the door.
"My son knows his mistake!" He roared loudly, his voice still immature.
"I've been thinking about this for a month, and copied the family instructions two hundred times, do you understand?"
"My son understands."
Chen Suyuan threw down the ruler and left with a flick of his sleeves.
The door closed, and the couple outside looked at each other.
Chen Suyuan seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, he said dejectedly: "Madam, I'm sorry for my husband."
This is the child that his wife gave birth to desperately, their only child.
After all, this poem by Chen Xiaoyi reached the ears of the emperor.
In the early morning of the next day, Emperor Ming mentioned it casually like a joke, and several people were worried and secretly regretted it.
Chen Suyuan hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, saying: "The child is ignorant, it is not intentional, I have punished him to close the door and think about his mistakes, please punish the minister for his ineffective discipline and ineffective management of the son."
Emperor Ming said: "This son is extremely intelligent." He gently uncovered it.
Everyone was shocked, and Liu Quan stood behind the emperor to maintain his posture.
The name of Chen Xiaoyi's child prodigy spread, and Liu Quan restrained himself because of the four characters of the emperor.
It was three days later when the incident spread to the southwest.
Xiao Kai, who was not yet 19 years old at the time, was standing on horseback.
The sun is setting and the clouds in the sky are dyed red.
The counselor next to him sighed, "There can still be one or two vigorous children from the high family family, and the capital can still be saved. That one is not terminally ill or extremely fatuous."
Xiao Kaiyan said: "The important ministers in the capital watched silently, and they were reduced to relying on mere children to point them out.
Where there is help, the disease is already in the bones, and there is no cure for medicine or stone.
Could it be that we have to wait another ten years for the descendants of the aristocratic families in Beijing to grow up? "Now he is a child prodigy, how can he know what he will look like in the future.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, in Chen Xiaoyi's 17th year of life, a green bamboo growing silently in the corner was broken by himself.
He looks away. "At that time, the country may be taken over by foreign races." It's better to earn by yourself.
The emperor woke up from the past, still a little bit unable to recover.
Things in the world are wonderful, and mortal people go round and round. Two people who are deeply predestined are destined to meet and entangle each other.
The emperor was dazed, and after a few moments he got up and walked out of the West Nuan Pavilion, passed through the main hall and the East Nuan Pavilion, and came straight to the front door of the East Side Hall.
The carved wooden door was locked, and he kicked it open.
With a bang, the lock fell to the ground and the wooden door cracked.
Wei Qi huddled on the couch, leaning against the head of the couch.
He didn't respond to the movement made by the emperor.
The emperor walked to the round table under the couch and sat down, not caring about Wei Qi's rudeness, and said even more disobedient things from left to right.
"The unicorn is full of hesitation, and there is no way to repay the river and the mountain." The emperor said softly, "You wrote it?"
Wei Qi shuddered, "No, Chen Xiaoyi wrote it."
And he was no longer worthy of being a child of the Chen family.
The emperor had mixed feelings in his heart, as if he felt that he was hateful and pitiful.
However, this is the end of the matter, and it cannot be repeated.
There are many child prodigies, but there is only one Wei Qi accompanying him in the Forbidden City.
"I'll ask you one last time." The emperor looked at his obviously thin body and asked, "Are you determined to leave the palace?"
"Yes, the servant is leaving the palace." Wei Qi never raised his head to look at the emperor.
"Okay, very good." The emperor smiled, his fingers trembling constantly.
He wanted to ask Wei Qi, do you like me a little bit, but he couldn't open his mouth.
"What if I don't let you go?" He tilted his head to drink tea.
"If you don't let the slave go out, the slave has no other choice but to live."
Live?
The emperor had difficulty breathing.
It turns out that in your opinion, staying by my side is actually just living.
"Did I treat you badly?" He still couldn't help asking, because he was really annoyed and puzzled.
"Heh." Wei Qi raised his head and stared at the white obscene clothes on his body.
"It's just like raising a cat."
The emperor's chest rose and fell.
Keep cats, keep cats.
He is a majestic emperor, and he has never had the leisure and elegance to raise cats.
"If I thought you were a cat, I wouldn't..." The emperor couldn't continue.
He wanted to say that he would not have a blind date with a cat, would not think about a cat every day, and would not think carefully about a cat.
It's too embarrassing, it's too embarrassing to say it.
"Zhen will have fun with the beast on the couch?" The emperor's words were agitated.
"Happy?" Wei Qi turned to look at him.
"It's just your own pleasure and pleasure."
The emperor is unbelievable.
"Heh, how is my happiness alone?" He sneered in a deep voice, "A few days ago you were still crying on my couch, hugging me very tightly and twisting your arms so happily."
The closer a person is to a blind date, the more they know how to hurt each other.
"That's right." Wei Qi's face was pale, and he sneered: "A slave is an eunuch, and an eunuch is not a man, even with a dog, he can bark happily."
The emperor couldn't hear him say that.
"Wei Qi!" He approached with a few steps, his face full of anger.
Should have strangled him.
"Don't think about going out of the palace anymore, you are my people all your life, and you have to stay in the palace."
Wei Qi's lips trembled, "You can keep it, keep this empty shell of a slave, but I will never be yours."
The emperor thought to himself, if you say no, then no, don't even think about going out in this life.
Wei Qi pissed people off again.
The former thought of the past, and felt guilty, so he let go of his anger and went to seek peace.
Who would have thought that Wei Qi was so determined to leave the palace that he had no intention of admitting his mistake.
The emperor returned to Xinuang Pavilion and called Wang Fugui.
"You go and ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to put on a pair of handcuffs." He ordered quietly, "Do it according to Wei Qi's stature."
Wang Fugui was shocked, he wanted to go back and report to his master, but he deserved respect.
"Do it better." If you say you want to keep a cat, you can keep a cat. If you are not from me, you can be my cat.
If you tie the shackles like a beast for a few days, you will know how I treated you in the past.
The emperor rubbed his forehead, and sighed that he had gone too far with Wei Qi.
Two days later, the anklet was presented, and it was inlaid with gold and jade, shining brightly.The inside of the ankle ring is covered with soft sheepskin, so it won't be too uncomfortable to wear.
The emperor was satisfied, and that night he went to see Wei Qi with his ankle chain.
He threw the things on the couch.
"Now I will give you two ways to go. One is to accompany the driver with handcuffs, and the other is to accompany the driver without handcuffs. You choose yourself.
Wei Qi ignored it, without raising his eyelids.
"Choose." The emperor pinched his elbow, but he was taken aback.
In just ten days, Wei Qi lost a lot of weight.
The thin arm was clenched in the palm, making people feel sore.
The emperor said: "Think about it carefully, if you can figure it out. I don't have to ask about the past and the past."
Such treasonous nonsense like regicide can also be written off.
Wei Qi was confident, he hooked his lips and smiled: "The slave is going out of the palace."
He knew that the emperor had nothing to do with him, otherwise how dare he turn his face so easily.
"Okay!" The emperor laughed angrily.
Since you don't know what's interesting, then tie it up. Do you really think that I will soften my heart?Tell you to play like this.
"Come on."
"The minions are here."
"Put it on for your Master Wei."
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