ghost knows what rebirth does

"Dark Lord!"

An angry curse from the bottom of the jade steps brought back Cheng Wang's distracted thoughts.

The golden throne of Nine Dragon Panyun is big enough for several people to sit on it, but only one person can ever occupy it exclusively.At the moment, there is only a six-year-old boy sitting on the throne, his legs can't reach the ground, and a footstool is added to step on it.He was wearing a dragon robe, and the crown was shining with pearls, but it couldn't hide the tense face and red eye circles at the moment, and he looked down to the left as if asking for help.

On the left side of the lower step of the imperial seat, there is a luxurious ebony chair. A man dressed in a green lotus-colored embroidered silver lotus pattern dress is crossing his legs. , playing with a piece of agarwood in the other hand, casually looked down the jade steps.

The old civil servant was still swearing, his fingers were like halberds, his saliva was splashing everywhere, and his gray beard was shaking like the tattered quilt worn by beggars who froze to death in the ruined temple on that winter snowy night 21 years ago.

As expected of a literati, even cursing at others can produce a splendid article, full of quotations and words, it sounds very nice.

What a pity that the first emperor's great achievements were not completed, and the middle way collapsed;

The man smiled lightly, his appearance was extremely good, his smile was like cold jade condensing dew, Qiong Zhi hanging down frost.

He stood up and walked down the jade steps like a spectator who had had enough of admiring the actor's rap and chants, and with the compassion of the king's servants, he stopped in front of the civil official with dignity.

The civil servant is almost seventy years old, relying on the momentary excitement to swear words like a tide, now the regent is close at hand, but his strength is exhausted, he can't swear, he just pointed at Cheng Wang with a trembling hand, panting: " You, you, you wolf, wild..." Finally let go of his anger, and coughed earth-shatteringly.His old and thin body was crumbling.

All the officials were silent, not daring to breathe.

It was King Cheng who pitied him for his old age, raised his hand as a signal, and ordered the two little yellow gates to come forward to help him, so as to comfort his back.

The hall of Qinghe was almost dead silent, only the sound of panting like tearing, which made people worry that the old man would roll his eyes and pass out of breath in the next moment.

King Cheng didn't move, he played with Chen Xiang with one hand, and put the other behind his back, with a slight smile on his lips, he looked at the old man kindly.

But it made the backs of the bystanders feel cold and sweat profusely.

When King Cheng was young, he was a handsome man who was well-known in the capital, with a straightforward and bold personality and a wide range of friends.No one would have guessed that under his handsome and kind-hearted skin, there is a cruel and murderous ghost with bloody hands.

Grand Sima Xu Zhongkun was tortured by a chariot, Cao Guogong ransacked and beheaded all the families, and Yao Shilang punished the three clans...Where did King Cheng make an order not to be kind and cheerful, and took hundreds of people's lives lightly.

During the six years of King Cheng's regency, the court was bloodbathed with an iron fist, tens of thousands of people died in vain, and the court was bloody and turbulent.

This Tai Tuo is tired of work, but the others are still regretting their lives, wishing not to get rid of him.

King Cheng didn't speak, and no one dared to move.

After a while, the old man's cough gradually stopped, and then a young boy's voice came out timidly: "Uncle, don't be angry with Zhang Taifu."

King Cheng turned his head and glanced at the emperor who was trapped alone in the throne. The embossment of the Nine Dragons and Clouds was golden and bright, which complemented the cushion.The little figure in the bright yellow robe of the five-clawed golden dragon seemed to be swallowed up by this opulent color.

He smiled, "The Holy Majesty is a benevolent king, and he always cherishes generosity. This king has no choice but to be a villain, lest His Majesty be deceived by traitors."

Zhang Taifu said hoarsely and angrily: "You... Who do you call a traitor?"

King Cheng still smiled magnificently, held Taifu Zhang's outstretched hand, and put the agarwood that he had been playing with in his palm, "The Taifu has been loyal to the country for 50 years. He has dedicated his life and made great contributions. His Majesty is grateful for Taifu Enyi and allows you to return to your hometown The king has rewarded you with this millennium agarwood, and His Majesty will also give you good land and food, and you will be exempted from taxes and corvee for 50 years for the children of your family. Taifu, the life of seventy is rare in ancient times. For the rest of the day, it is better to be a farmer. Sweeten your grandchildren and take care of your life."

The agarwood was played with the color of iron and stone, the wood is delicate, carved into the smiling face of Maitreya Buddha, the carving is exquisite, and the expression is vivid. Looking at this situation, it seems that it is grinning and laughing mockingly at Zhang Taifu.

The blood on Zhang Taifu's face faded completely, his legs were weak, and he did not fall to the ground thanks to the support of the two little yellow gates.The carved piece of agarwood in his hand is like a ball of charcoal burning his hands, he wants to throw it away but dare not throw it away.

Among the hundred officials, more than a dozen people followed suit with ashen faces.Tax corvee?What kind of taxes and corvees should a well-endowed noble family, the sons of officials and eunuchs of the Zhang family in Yangyuan, have to pay?

What King Cheng meant was that all the children of the Zhang family should cut off their official careers and not be allowed to serve as officials in the court for life.Being white... naturally, it's time to hand it over.

Taifu Zhang was shocked, he also knew that King Cheng was hard-hearted, so he just stumbled to his knees and kowtowed to the little emperor above the high jade steps.The skin on his forehead was broken, bloody and bloody, Zhang Taifu was crying with tears running down his face, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I beg Your Majesty to take back your life! The old minister... the old minister is not tired, the old minister is not going because of love, it's just... these troubled autumns, Your majesty is surrounded by traitors and sycophants, the old minister is really... having trouble sleeping and eating, how can he only care about his own life? The old minister is reluctant to part with your majesty... the old minister is full of loyalty, and, why did he suddenly..."

Zhang Taifu has a guilty conscience, and now that he is old, his heart is also in a mess.In the past, he was also the number one scholar who spoke eloquently and had a beautiful chest, but now his words are all incoherent, making him appear more and more stupid.

The little emperor didn't understand the twists and turns, so he had to choose the one he understood to persuade: "Mr. Zhang... I, I am not willing to part with Mr. Zhang. It's just, it's just that Mr. Zhang still has family members. How can I force Mrs. Zhang to stay for my own selfishness?" Fu? You are getting old, go and spend more time with your grandson."

In the tone, it is hard to hide envy.This little emperor respects himself and others, he longs for family affection but can't get it, so he expects others to do the same, so he is extra lenient about it.

Zhang Taifu only thought that his words had something to say, and he was beaten inside and out, knowing that the situation was over, he knelt down under the lowest jade step, when he opened his mouth, he felt bitter and bitter: "Old minister...thank you. "

The smile on Cheng Wang's mouth became more and more sneering.

He said in his heart: Seventh brother, look, I have done everything for you now that I couldn't do back then.People who couldn't move back then, I kill them now.Why don't you come back and see if your brother is doing well?

After retiring from the court, he led the little emperor back to Kangning Palace.

The little emperor's eyebrows were the same, and he was in a trance like the seventh prince he saw for the first time.

In this way, the seventh brother was also six years old when he and the seventh brother first met.

He was 12 years old that year, and he had been a beggar for 12 years. His biggest dream in this life was to lead a group of brothers to dominate the west of the city to beg at will and eat three meals a day.

One day, someone suddenly came to his door and took him to Beijing and the palace.

The beautiful and delicate palace maids, like a fairy sister, scrubbed his foul-smelling mud clean, smeared sesame oil on the weed-like hair, combed it smoothly, and inserted a priceless jasper-gilt hairpin into the bun; He changed into light, luxurious, and shiny silk and satin clothes, and each jewel and jade pendant on the robe was so precious that it made him dizzy.

The old Huangmen led him to meet the people who were only mentioned in the storyteller's mouth, the emperor, the empress dowager, the empress, the most noble people in the world, were actually his blood relatives.

He walked along the towering palace wall, passed through countless rich gates, and entered a room that was dozens of times larger than the ruined temple, and was so luxurious and extravagant that it frightened him. The yellow gate that led the way said, this is It is his future residence.

However, he only felt that he was like a despicable and cruel hyena, who should be accompanied by dead bodies, carrion, blood and stench, but now he accidentally broke into the herd of Gaohua Qingxian and fragrant auspicious beasts, even the hair was incompatible with it.

The little emperor ran into the study, shouting repeatedly: "Uncle Uncle! Eat while it's hot!"

He took out a handkerchief bag from his bosom, and carefully opened it layer by layer, revealing a yellow sugar shortbread, sprinkled with sesame seeds on the surface, still steaming, half crushed.

The little emperor was young, and his food was strictly supervised by the imperial physician and wet nurse. There was a fixed amount of desserts every day, and he would never give more.For example, this sugar shortbread, because it is too greasy and is a vulgar folk snack, is not liked by the palace, and the little emperor only has two every ten days, so it has become a rare item.

King Cheng put down the memorial pen, hugged his little nephew on his lap, and said with a doting smile, "Zhaoer is really willing to give it to uncle?"

The little emperor nodded vigorously: "Uncle likes shortbread, Zhao'er wants to share it with uncle."

When King Cheng was a beggar, he got a sugar shortbread to eat. The skin was light and crisp, and it melted in the mouth. The sugar juice inside was sweet and fragrant. The little beggar felt that there was nothing more delicious than this.

When he first entered the palace, his livelihood was still difficult.The old emperor has many heirs, even though he was taken back to the palace, he was not taken care of carefully.His biological mother was also humble, and even though he was the third prince, he was looked down upon by all his brothers and sisters. Even the eunuchs and court ladies deceived him for his ignorance and withheld his meals.

It was the seventh brother who gave him food and helped him survive the last days.

Coincidentally, what the seventh brother gave him for the first time was a box of cold shortbread.The stuffing is mixed with lard, and it becomes greasy and soft when it is cold. The seventh brother dislikes it very much.

However, Cheng Wang only felt that no matter how many delicious delicacies he had in his life, he couldn't compare to that box of greasy sugar shortbread.

The little emperor's eyes were shining brightly, he held up the dim sum in his hands, King Cheng stroked his head, took it and ate it slowly.

Things are different, and now I only taste sweet and greasy after eating it, which is very unpleasant.

However, the little boy burst into a smile, hugged him in his arms with a giggle, and called repeatedly: "Uncle Uncle!"

King Cheng drank tea to clear his mouth, so he hugged the little emperor and taught him calligraphy.

The little emperor had a single name, Zhao, and King Cheng taught him to write "Yanhui". When he reached the crown, he gave him the word "Yanhui".

The Zhao Festival welcomes the spring, and when the spring comes, the geese return.

King Cheng was named Shen Yanzhou.

The little emperor's name and characters were drawn up by the late emperor before his death. He took Shen Yanzhou's hand and tried his best to instruct each word carefully, as if engraved in the bone and burned in the eyelids, and he would never forget it even if he wanted to.

Shen Yanzhou clasped his hands tightly at that time, and said with a sneer, "Shen Yanhui? Okay, okay, Shen Yuetan, you have worked so hard to remind me all the time, just so that I can keep your heir's throne safe. Why do you still use me if you don't believe me?"

Shen Yuetan's face is like golden paper, with weak vitality, and the dead air between her brows is strong, but her look is still clear. When she looked up at him, her eyes were full of friendship, "Brother... Although there are six elder brothers in the palace, in my heart, I only think of you as a brother."

Shen Yanzhou almost gritted his teeth, his eyes were so hot that he almost burned the person in the sick bed: "I only wish it wasn't your brother."

Shen Yuetan said softly: "Only you are my elder brother, the bone of my bones and the blood of my blood. I don't believe in anyone except Yanzhou elder brother."

Shen Yanzhou could not refute a single word, and after a moment of silence, he only said: "Okay, I owe you this life, I will take care of Yanhui for you, I will stabilize the world for you, revive the court, and I will consolidate the country and continue the country for you. .next life--"

"If there is a next life..."

"In the next life, even if you are an enemy, you will not be a brother."

Shen Yuetan laughed out loud suddenly, water vapor appeared in a pair of dim eyes, and when she closed her eyes, there were tears running across her pale and thin cheeks.He spoke softly, muttering to himself, with infinite joy and longing.

"Okay... okay... don't be brothers..."

That night, the first emperor died, and his son Shen Zhao came to the throne. Because of his young age, Cheng Wang Shen Lou was regent.

The regent was busy with official duties, and the little emperor couldn't delay too long, so he was taken away to study after writing two words.

When King Cheng put down the vermilion pen again, the six bronze bird candlesticks in the room had already replaced a batch of candles.He only felt that his eyes were swollen and hard to bear, so he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and leaned back.

The attendant Lao Huangmen stepped forward and massaged his head, neck and shoulders.

He breathed slowly, and said in a low voice: "Shen Wu is gone, there might be chaos."

Shen Wu is the fifth younger brother of King Cheng and the only son of the Empress. He was expected to inherit the throne, but after the East Palace Rebellion, he was stripped of his title of King of Qi and placed under house arrest.

The old Huangmen sighed, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, why bother?"

King Cheng just smiled: "I thought it was interesting to look at him. Let him go for now. When he is free to deal with it, he will always have a way out. However, he is unwilling to settle down and insists on jumping out... then You can’t blame me for destroying relatives righteously.”

Lao Huangmen was one of the beggars in the ruined temple, surnamed Du Mingzhong.Once Shen Yanzhou achieved success and gained a firm foothold in the palace, he excitedly went to find these brothers.If you want to live in peace, you will give gold and silver; if you have great ambitions, you will take them back to Beijing, place some ordinary positions, and slowly experience.It can be regarded as cultivating the first batch of party members of Shen Yanzhou.

The old beggar died of the epidemic because his wife and children were infected with the epidemic. He spent his family's wealth for treatment and lived in great hardship.He was so cruel that he cut himself with a knife, and wanted to enter the palace to do some work.It's a pity that he is too old to be accepted in the palace, so he has to beg for a living.Not wanting to be lucky, he begged Shen Yanzhou to enter the palace and become the Yellow Gate, fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

Over the years, those beggars either had a different heart, were bribed and betrayed, or were tired of the court's calculations, so they hung up their seals and begged to go.There were only two or three people left.And the only one left in the palace is this old Huangmen.

Shen Yanzhou respected him and called him "Uncle Loyal", and he has been loyal for decades.

At this time, he sighed again: "My lord is still too anxious."

Cheng Wang's aggressive methods will inevitably lead to backlash from all parties. He seems to be in control of the power and has the same limelight, but in fact he is like walking a tightrope in a storm, which is really dangerous.

I have to hurry...

For six years, Shen Yanzhou was suffering day after day, unable to find a moment of peace.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

Life is too bitter, Shen Yanzhou regretted it.

If I knew it was such a torture, it would be better to refuse it outright.

What is Jiangshan?What is an offspring?

You are gone, so why leave me in limbo, life would be better than death?

Shen Yuetan, Shen Yuetan, you are so selfish.

The sooner he manages the Qing government for Shen Zhao, the sooner he can find him.

Even if there are some discrepancies with the original promise, if he is playing tricks, if he gets angry, just try to coax him.

Seventh Brother never really got angry with him.

In the next life, he won't be the seventh brother, Ah Yue will just be Ah Yue, and Yanzhou will just be Yanzhou.

This little thought is Shen Yanzhou's only sustenance now.

The regent lived in Yan'an Palace, which was also the residence of the late emperor when he was the prince, and his family members were also placed there.

When the crown prince was not established, the court was turbulent and everyone was in danger, so King Cheng did something to make people let go of their guard.

He asked his father for permission to marry a commoner man.

Not only did this move fail to gain support from his wife's family, but even his heirs would not be left behind, which completely cut off his path to the throne.

Then he devoted himself to assisting the Seventh Prince until the Seventh Prince succeeded to the throne.

When King Cheng returned to the palace, the servants of the palace took a bath and changed his clothes. After removing the golden crown that tied his hair, a little yellow door came to report: "My lord, my concubine asks to see you."

King Cheng asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Huangmen was speechless, Du Zhong persuaded: "My lord, you and my concubine haven't seen each other for half a month."

King Cheng lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment, then said: "Forget it, please come in, Wangfei."

The princess came in holding a black lacquer tray, and in the tray was a glazed white porcelain tea bowl.People around knew the situation, and all withdrew.

The concubine was wearing a moon white satin gown, her long black hair was loosely tied behind her head, and she was also a rare handsome man, with the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, vaguely resembling the appearance of an old friend.Now that the old man has passed away, those resemblances seem a little glaring.

His waist is slender, like a weeping willow, and he smiled softly: "My lord has worked hard all day. I asked someone to make a cup of Cordyceps tea. I drink it before going to bed. It can refresh my mind." Wang's lips were tender, his eyes were tender like water, reflecting the flickering candle, overflowing to the point of dripping out, "Try it, my lord?"

Cheng Wang took the teacup halfway and put it on the table beside him, "What else is there for the princess?"

The concubine bit her lip, then made up her mind, and knelt at King Cheng's feet, calling out softly: "My lord..." Stretching out her hand tremblingly, she reached between the man's legs.

But without even touching the robe, Cheng Wang gently pushed it away: "Ye Li, what are you doing?"

His tone was neither fast nor slow, and he was so cold that there was no trace of fireworks, but it caused sadness and fear to appear in Wang Hao's eyes, and she shed tears: "My lord... how many years has it been since my lord got married at the same night?"

King Cheng remained silent, Yeli continued, "15 years, 15 years! You have never..."

Cheng Wang said: "Before we got married, do you remember what I said?"

Yeli clenched his sleeves tightly, shaking like late autumn, dead leaves in the cold rain, his knuckles turned white with force, he took a deep breath, suppressed his sobs and said: "Of course I remember... every word, no Dare or forget."

——I will provide you with prosperity, wealth and no worries about food and clothing. You only need to live in the palace with peace of mind.I only want the name of husband and wife, not the reality of husband and wife, don't be delusional.Besides, whatever you want, I will do my best to satisfy you.

He has a deep love for Shen Yanzhou, and Shen Lang will do whatever he says.When he was young, he just thought everything was easy, and it was a great blessing to only have the false name of "Shen Yanzhou's wife". He was willing to endure love and ask for nothing.

However, time flies and people's hearts are changeable, so he can't help but be greedy.

The sweetheart is close at hand, but you can't touch it. The torment in this is like purgatory on earth.

Ye Li regretted it.

He knelt at Shen Yanzhou's feet, raised his head slightly, just like when he was a boy.Tears roll down from the smooth and jade-like cheeks, the eyes are slightly red, the tears are shining, the thin lips are lightly parted, the lower jaw has a firm shape, the head is slightly raised to reveal the white and slender neck, helpless and submissive, every posture, every angle All beautiful and alluring.

This is a man blessed by nature, the years have not left the slightest trace, but only added a little grace and tranquility to him.

"...for 15 years, my lord has been neither masculine nor feminine, lord, you are a rich man, why are you so... self-suffering?"

"I am the prince's man. No matter how the prince enjoys it, the concubine and the concubine can only have infinite joy."

"My lord...you should be a poor concubine..."

He is infatuated, humble as dust, but his heart is as iron.

Shen Yanzhou was unmoved, and only said in a deep voice: "Ye Li, get out."

Yeli's hands and feet were cold, and the cold air gradually spread into his heart. He still tried to speak, but Shen Yanzhou stood up and called, "Come on, take the princess back to her room to rest."

Yeli got up and left in a daze, the light in his eyes dimmed gradually, bit by bit, until finally extinguished into ashes.

When King Cheng came out of the bath, Du Zhong was putting incense medicine into the incense burner.The censer was from Fanbang's palace, the whole body was crystal clear, as if carved from ice and snow, the pattern engraved on the surface was quite exotic, it was a unique treasure, it was originally the treasure of the Seventh Prince, and later the Seventh Prince gave it to King Cheng.

Knowing his preference, Du Zhong ordered white sandalwood, which has a light and slightly bitter aroma, which makes people feel at ease.