I wanted to embrace my master and return home

"Your Majesty! The memorials in the imperial study have been piled up for five days. When will you start to make corrections?"

A civil official who has always been outspoken stands in the Xuanzheng Hall. The Xuanzheng Hall used to be used for office and discussion, but now it has become such a lewd appearance. The man on the dragon chair is surrounded by scantily clad dancing girls. The black gold robe was wide open, with a beautiful woman in each hand, drinking the fine wine from the beauty's cup.

"His Majesty……"

"Ah, it's Shaoqing. Come, come and have a drink with Gu." Gao Motang seemed to have just heard what he said, and waved to him, making a dog-like sound.

Wen Chen's face turned blue.

The few who sat across from him and drank fine wine with him were all typical corrupt officials. They flattered loudly and got along more comfortably than many court officials.

"Your Majesty is talking about approving memorials. These ministers love to find trouble for nothing, and they have to ask His Majesty to decide everything, so what's the use of you?" A fourth-rank deputy envoy shouted loudly.

"That's right, that's right! Let's talk about everything when His Majesty is free!"

"You...you!" The civil servant who persuaded was so angry that his beard trembled, and he shouted lividly: "You are all a bunch of mediocre officials! It is because of people like you that His Majesty has become so absurd today. day!"

With a wave of his hand, Gao Motang finally stopped the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, leaving a faint gleam of water on his thin lips. , so that the new beauties in the hall looked straight.

They had heard of the handsome appearance of the king at that time, but they never expected to be so good looking, such a beauty, probably no king in the past could compare with him, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the most beautiful in the world.

Gao Motang stood up propped up on a chair. He was tall and well-proportioned, with black hair hanging loosely behind his back. He casually drew a long knife from the guard's scabbard. It was shining silver, and everyone couldn't help shrinking back.

A few days ago, he killed a small official who was admonishing him, but this time he came again who was not afraid of death.

Unexpectedly, Gao Motang pointed the tip of the knife at the seat, and said leisurely: "Yongchen? Which two are you talking about?"

After finishing speaking, a splash of blood splattered, and the neck of the fourth-rank deputy envoy who had been flattering earlier had a big bloody gash, and the blood splashed into the air, and the beauties turned pale with fright, and retreated again and again.

"Who else? Him?" As soon as the words fell, another silver light flashed, and the petty official who echoed the loudest was also stabbed in the back by him, and the petty official immediately wailed: "——ahhhhh !! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me!!!"

"It's really noisy." Gao Motang pulled out the knife and cut off the man's head neatly. The bloody human skull rolled down the short ladder and stopped at Taiqing's feet. .

"Ahhhh!"

A new dancer couldn't control her fear, she yelled a few times with a pale face, fell to the ground and shrank back again and again.

Gao Motang was annoyed by the piercing cry, he frowned and walked towards her, raised the silver knife with a sullen face, and was about to drop it, when the beauty's fragrance disappeared, but someone grabbed his sleeve and pulled him aside, and chopped him down empty.

It's Mingqing.

Ming Qing also had a sullen face, and slowly stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword, took the knife from his hand, sent away all the terrified people present with gestures, and helped Gao Motang to sit on the dragon chair.

Everyone seemed to be pardoned, and the dancers covered their mouths, not daring to breathe, and retreated quickly.

"Didn't Your Majesty promise you not to kill people at will?" Ming Qing poured a cup of tea with a cold face and replaced the wine glass in his hand.

Gao Motang threw out the teacup in his hand. After a long time, his heaving chest gradually calmed down, and the haze in his eyes gradually subsided. He said every word: "Mingqing, I want to kill someone, every day."

Not only every day, but he always thinks, it is best to kill a person every hour, stop that person's mouth, and then watch that person slowly struggle to death, so that the restlessness in his heart can be calmed down a little.

This kind of desire to kill is uncontrollable, only the blood that catches the eyes is the most real color, and it is this kind of rich color that can fill the vacancy in my heart.

Ming Qing's heart skipped a beat, whenever he wanted to lecture Gao Motang and reprimand him for his behavior, he would look at his eyes, those eyes were full of forbearance and fatigue, as if there was great evil in them, but they were also extremely painful.

Such Gao Motang, such Chang Guan'er, is very pitiful.

Seeing that his expression was gradually calming down, Ming Qing spoke carefully: "...Your Majesty, the Yuzhou guards have come to report that a plague-like disease seems to have broken out in the local area. It is for this time that Mr. Taiqing is here to bother you."

"What kind of epidemic, isn't there all year round? It's all exaggerated by those local officials, and it will disappear if left alone."

"This time is a bit different. The epidemic seems to be extremely contagious. More than half of the people in Yuzhou have already..."

He waved his hand impatiently, rubbed the center of his brows and said, "Since more than half of the city has been occupied, then the city should be sealed off and set on fire, so as not to let the source of the disease come out."

Mingqing was startled, and said with a pale face, "Your Majesty... Yuzhou City is the hometown of the founder of the country, and the people there are all villagers with the surname Gao. This is inappropriate."

Gao Motang leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said wearily: "...I see, this groundless plague has been reported every year, and I haven't seen any city destroyed. Just allocate a few funds for disaster relief."

"..." Mingqing sighed. He remembered that when the late king was still alive, Gao Motang handled state affairs for his father. Such an imperial decree will inevitably make people feel bad.

"Brother Mingqing, those memorials in the study give me a headache, go and help me deal with it." He stretched out a hand to pinch Mingqing's sleeve, shaking it, a little weak.

It changed back to the regular pot again.

Mingqing said helplessly: "Your Majesty can't always be like this. I'm an official and a minister, doing the things of a monarch every day. Isn't that an arrogance?"

"Really, I don't think so, and the ministers in the court don't think so either. Hasn't the father and king already decided what to be a king and what to be a minister?" He looked up at Ming Qing, half serious and half joking.

Ming Qing blocked his throat, turned and left, unwilling to say another word to him.

The two of them supported each other to get to where they are now. Even if the little boy who was protected under his wings in the past became like this, he still kept his vow and never left.

But in Gao Motang's heart, he felt that the reason why Mingqing didn't leave was because of his father's entrustment before his death to assist the crown prince as a long-term companion.

Mingqing didn't know that the experience of growing up had such a great influence on Gao Motang. He always firmly believed that Chang Guan'er, the fourth prince, who he assisted, was a man who could be made. Although his mind was not pure, he was always kind. .

The Kingdom of Chaoyang has a vast territory and many beauties. Since Gao Motang ascended the throne, the triennial selection system has gradually disappeared. Everything is in accordance with the wishes of the country leader. In order to get more rewards, it is common for local officials in various cities to rob people's women by force. 25 years old, as young as 14 years old, as long as you have a good face, you can take it away without any explanation.

The ruler of the country is violent, and it is well known throughout the country that every household is like a frightened bird. In order to protect their daughters, they closed their doors tightly, but they could not escape the search. Over time, people's resentment grew.

Not only the daughters of ordinary families are in fear all day long, but even males cannot escape the fate of joining the army. If they refuse to join the army, they will be executed on the spot.

But when the first emperor was alive, half of the tax was the normal tax amount, so how can we start with the reduction or exemption?Since the new lord came to the throne, the tax revenue has doubled compared to before, and the common people complained endlessly. In the prosperity of the rising sun, there are often refugees who starved to death.

On the other hand, local officials, and other small officials and ministers related to the imperial court, have fun all day long, and live a happy life, which is in sharp contrast to the ordinary people on the street who are busy working to pay taxes.

The so-called prosperity of the people is suffering, and the death of the people is suffering, the same is true.

"Your Majesty, these are the [-] maids of honor from Nancheng. They are all beautiful. Look..." The imperial envoy was all smiles.

"reward."

Gao Motang interrupted him, beckoning to come closer.

The imperial envoy almost died of laughter, and pushed the trembling girls forward. Mingqing didn't want to see these scenes, so he turned his back slowly and walked to the side hall to rest.

Gao Motang raised his phoenix eyes lightly, and casually pointed to one that looked fresh and beautiful. The girl had a white peach in her bun. She looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was stabbed in the back by the nanny, flinched, and walked to the front of the hall.

Seeing her timidly, Gao Motang said impatiently, "Come here."

"Yes..." The girl walked up to him weakly and shyly, shaking her skirt, and was pulled into his arms before she could stand still.

The girl let out a cry of surprise, and only then did she see Gao Motang's face clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and both sides flushed.

Gao Motang smiled, and touched her chin frivolously: "How old are you, and what's your name?"

The girl lowered her head and stumbled: "Return...to your majesty, the girl is 15 years old, her name is...Ruan Tao'er..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head, only to see that Gao Motang's expression completely changed, staring at her blankly, his body also became stiff and cold.

"What did you say?"

Gao Motang threw the girl out as if holding a hot charcoal stove. The girl was caught off guard and slammed on the ground with a big black spot on her forehead. She knelt on the ground and cried for unknown reasons.

The imperial envoy and the nuns were so frightened that they immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, forgive me! Your Majesty, calm down! Is this girl unkind or..."

"..." Gao Motang's whole body was stiff, as if a femoral chill had penetrated from the top of his head, he drew out his long sword and walked towards the girl...

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The girl turned pale with fright, and backed away repeatedly.

"What did you say your name was?" He approached step by step with his sword in hand.

"Minister...Minnv Ruan—ah!!" Before she finished speaking, her head fell to the ground, and blood splashed all over the floor.