Father-in-law is hanging up

The Qi family is located in the south of the city among countless large and small down-and-out houses. The walls are whitewashed, the spring couplets on the vermilion gates have taken on an old dark color, and the black tiles are still neat. Xiao Liu'er thought of Emperor Chao Qin lying on his back on the dragon bed - his gray hair was carefully pulled back on the pillow by the palace servants, and the quilt embroidered with golden dragons was stretched straight over his shoulders without a single crease.Because the people under the quilt have passed the age of sleeping and moving around, it is difficult to turn over, and there are people who take care of them all the time, and if there is any irregularity, they will be tidied up immediately, but they will not be alive.

"Xiao Liu'er, who do you think lives here?"

The elderly woman held her grandson who was less than ten years old by the hand. When she looked at the door with her wise eyes, she carried a little girl's expectation and longing.

The cute boy with two braids said with a straight face: "The emperor's grandmother said that there are people who can save the country."

"A coward and a fugitive, what qualifications do you have to talk about the country?" The old woman held the boy's hand tightly, and said in a stern tone, "What's more, it's not time for him to save this country! The only one who can do this is you, future emperor."

The boy was taken aback, nodded and said: "It's my son who said wrongly, there are few villains in the country of Cheqi, so there is nothing to worry about."

The old woman shook her head and knocked on the door: "That's why I brought you here!"

It was a young man with a round face who came to open the door. When he saw the old woman and the boy, his expression changed drastically. His knees bent subconsciously, but he could not kneel. He was speechless for a long time.

"Please wait a moment, both of you, until I have asked my master."

"Are they... are they still alive?"

The old woman took the risk of taking her child out without even knowing whether the visitor was alive or not.

The gatekeeper did not dare to ask the two of them to enter the house to wait, but his attitude was very respectful and friendly: "Doctor Ge is very strong, and he just walked back from the west of the city in the morning, and he can't breathe. The master has a lot of old injuries, and it hurts when it rains." , A few years ago, I started to use Afulan."

"Afurong?!" The old woman's eyes widened, "How did he fall to this point?"

Drugs are produced overseas, and the price is comparable to gold. Ordinary people have never heard of it, and the gatekeeper didn't understand, so he just said: "Doctor Ge said it's okay."

When the gatekeeper went to report, the old woman held the boy's hand, her expression was in a trance, her brows were frowning, her brows were frowning and angry, and she was relieved with a smile. Is it true that old and sick ghosts are getting better and better as they live?"

After a while, the door opened again, and an old man with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes and a gangster face greeted him personally, or blocked the door.

He held a bronze sword in his hand, the sword was still red, and he wore old, burnt-yellow clothes. He looked at the old and the young as if he were looking at two pieces of flesh, dead flesh.

"The person you are looking for is dead."

With that tone, Xiao Liu'er knew intuitively that he really didn't mind chopping off their heads in broad daylight.

The old woman stood rooted in front of the door like a tree, with her head held high: "Then I want to see his dead body."

"It was burnt to ashes."

"Look at the ashes."

"Buried!" Before the old man finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the dull long sword in his hand brought a heavy sound of wind, whizzing and slashing at the old woman's slender neck.

A bloodstain.

A rusty bronze sword was bloodstained.

The heavy force, the sound of the wind, the weight of the copper, and the speed of the sword left only a shallow bloodstain.

Xiao Liu'er was stunned, and it took a while to be awakened by the coolness in his palm.

The hands of the old and the young are equally cold and sweaty, but the old woman's expression is still so haughty, her bloodied neck is stuck, and her clear and melodious voice is no longer full of majesty: "I'm not afraid of you! Besides killing and having fun, you can also What?"

The old man seemed to have heard the most ridiculous things in the world, and said with a smile: "If you are afraid, you are afraid. If you are not afraid, then you are not afraid. What has it to do with me? The queen mother is here, and the small temple cannot accommodate the big Buddha. I am afraid that you will not be able to? Get out!"

If you are really not afraid, why do you have to wear the empress dowager's accent everywhere in civilian clothes?Could it be that the abdicated king still fears his ex-wife?

"This is your grandson, the future emperor of this dynasty." The old woman let go of her hand and pushed Xiao Liu'er in front of her. "The same age as Song'er."

Zhang Huan frowned and looked at Xiao Liu'er who was full of confusion, especially the small white porcelain bottle hung by red silk around his waist, his eyes were obscure: "The little guy is dying?"

The little man, Qiu Yue's little prince, who is now the emperor, has a full name of Zhang Baisui and a nickname of little man.His father is little Gezi with a big frame, and he is as small as a sick cat when he came out of his mother's womb.

That year, Zhang Huang had a big fight with the old sick ghost because of Ge Hunxiao's adventurous visit to the palace to look after the child.The old sick ghost had a pale face, red eyes, and a hoarse throat when he roared, but he still stood firm and full of energy. After the quarrel, the two had a good time in the yard.It wasn't until he was exhausted that the old sick ghost told him in a hoarse voice that even if Hua Tuo was alive, this child would not live to be 40 years old.

"Qiu Yue used her own blood to transcribe the case one by one but got no response. It is said that women in the palace are ruthless, and you men are even more ruthless."

Zhang Huang's expression changed a few times, and he suddenly turned around and said, "Come in."

Entering the yard, three front and back, big and deserted, there is a jujube tree planted in the yard, a rocking chair under it, and a small table next to it, with a small dish of sauced dried meat and a wine gourd.

Zhang Huang sat on the rocking chair, lying on his back, and explained to his wife: "He valued family affection, and Qiu Yue used blood to copy the case, and he didn't dare to look at it, because he knew he couldn't save it, and seeing it would only make people sad. Back then, if Ge Hunxiao hadn't asked me to ask for a will, that child would never have been born, and the power has dominated the world for decades, what more could Qiu Yue ask for?"

That year Zhang Song was assassinated and died. The imperial concubine was in great grief and stayed by her son's side for three whole days.When she regained her composure, Zhang Huang's remaining two princes, the third prince, had already been encouraged by Wang Jieyu to leave the capital, and even the prince never asked for it, so he almost ran for his life; died!In just three days, only Su Mei and the two in Qiu Yue's stomach were left.

At this time, Qiu Yue took out the "legacy", talked with the imperial concubine for half a day, and finally decided on the ownership of the country.

Zhang Baisui was really weak and sickly, just like Ge Wanxiao was in the palace, he was bedridden for at least 200 days a year.The two empress dowagers, the noble concubine listened to the government behind the curtain, and Qiu Yue was in charge of the affairs of the harem until today.

The old woman pulled the boy and sat on the stone bench by herself: "Who can watch his own flesh and blood die? You have to fight. The knife you stab Song'er is three inches away from the lung. The edge of the knife is exactly two fingers wide, two Fingers deep, I have heard him wheezing and wheezing in my arms for many years, and I always feel that my hands are wet and full of blood."

Zhang Huan said coldly: "With the same knife, the same position, and the same force as the assassin of Che Qiguo who assassinated me, I was assassinated outside the palace. Dead. Obviously a waste."

If Zhang Song dared to collude with Che Qiguo's assassin to kill him, he should be prepared for revenge.

"I killed all the imperial doctors." The old woman, former Concubine Hui, Concubine Gui, and now Empress Dowager said flatly.

"Did Liu Rufeng try it? He's a good braggart."

"He said that he was not good at sword wounds, and later he led troops to conquer Cheqi Kingdom, which was very prosperous for a while. But some people in the court said that Qiu Yue had an affair with him before entering the palace, and even gave birth to a child, so he was rushed back to the palace. He was poisoned to death." The queen mother sighed, "The commander changed before the battle, and the internal instability caused a disastrous defeat on the front line, and the loss of [-] troops."

The national treasury is empty, and it all depends on the front line to support the army's morale and support the war with war.Once the battle is defeated, the first problems that need to be faced are food shortages, battalion screams and deserters.

Zhang Huan tilted his head and smiled, "I'm not good at martial arts. There are so many generals in the court, how can I eat?"

"Party struggle. You not only left behind generals, but also countless idiots who can only sycophant. After you die, some of those people will become arrogant, some will retreat in rapids, some will continue to talk nonsense, and some will be defeated by the upstarts... At that time, who would have thought that the small land of Cheqi Kingdom would become a serious problem?"

Both fell silent.

Nearly half of the huge land in this dynasty was ravaged by the army of the Cheqi Kingdom. If it weren't for the fact that the Cheqi Kingdom had few people and could not occupy the city, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhang Wang closed his eyes: "I thought about coming back, but I was dragged into the sea by a sick ghost, and I was a pirate for several years. He said that people's hearts are unpredictable, and people spread my reputation when I was defeated, just because Zhang Wang was dead. I will compete with them for profit, if I really come back from the dead, they should miss the new Emperor and Empress Dowager who will be gentle."

"He has nothing to do with himself. Although his eyes are clear, he is ruthless. If he can protect the Zhang family's great rivers and mountains, what is a small reputation?" The queen mother frowned.

"You won't deal with me?"

"..." The Empress Dowager could not answer for a long time.

Today she hates Zhang Huang for not coming back to lead the army, because the big trouble has already been solved, many years ago she always thought that as long as the whole country is united, the small country can be destroyed in a snap.At that time, Zhang Huang was in charge of the military power, which was her "big worry".

"After suffering for so many years, once you turn around, I know this feeling best. At that time, don't you feel the most reluctant to let go?" Zhang Huang smiled smartly and relaxed.

The empress dowager lowered her willow eyebrows, and her thin eyebrows were as sharp as a willow leaf knife: "But you will leave the country as soon as you lose the country, and I will stay in the palace and be the wise king you are too lazy to do. I will watch the car with my own eyes. If the country is destroyed, our country will prosper, and the people will praise my name until thousands of years later."

The contempt in her words made Zhang Huang angry, why should this woman compare herself with him?

He sat up and opened his arms: "I gave up the mountains and rivers in the Central Plains, and since I went to the sea to reopen my business, I don't have any ancestors, let alone the words of sages, and the laws of heaven and ethics. The kings of countless island countries bow down to me. People everywhere offer the most precious treasures and the most beautiful women in the area. They don’t call me the Son of Heaven, they call me the King of the Sea, wouldn’t it be better than wasting their youth in the palace!”