Immediately after the death of the master

Lift up on the ground.

Above the resplendent Chengtian Hall, across the steps under the dragon chair, all I see is an unpredictable emperor.In this fragrant imperial study room, he is just a thin man. His stomach pain has intensified over the past few years, and he has tortured the handsome young man into the current appearance. His cheekbones are protruding, and his eye sockets are He is deeply sunken, his face is pale and rarely sees blood, if it is not for the noble aura around him that has not changed in any way, I will wonder if someone has secretly changed my master.

The master asked me to stand beside him and read the memorials with him. Since he became the emperor, he always likes to do this. Regardless of whether I am busy or not, he directly called me to the imperial study to accompany him. It lasted an afternoon Or for one night, he doesn't need me to do anything, just stand or sit in the imperial study, and talk to him occasionally.

This is a habit of an older man than an old man. I have mentioned it to him many times, but he just can't quit.

Sometimes the master will call Xu Yuque over. Unlike me who is dumbfounded like a goose, Xu Yuque is very good at enlivening the atmosphere. He is the prime minister on the right, but he can do slave work better than me. Shoulder, funny and joking, he is more professional than eunuchs, flattering me so much that I, who has been a slave for several years, feel ashamed.Not only can Xu Yuque do these mundane things well, but he is also very efficient in handling major national affairs. He can always give advice immediately when the master has a headache.

Facing such a caring Xu Yuque, who would not like him, who would not want to reuse him.But the master still prefers to ask me to come to his study, I don't know why.

The master knows why I came here this time, and he also knows that I will leave as soon as I get the answer. Maybe he wants to keep me for a while, or maybe he doesn't want me to disrupt the old prime minister's work rhythm, so he let me hang out until the evening Just tell me.

The master gently put down the memorial and sighed.

"Li Nian'en, I don't want to be like this, but the people who own this world, the surname Fu... can only be surnamed Fu."

My master finally confessed his desire to me.

He is willing to reveal his intentions so brazenly, the only possibility is that he is already invincible.

In this way, his support for the reform is only to use the hands of the old prime minister Ji to bring power back to the central government, and now he orders the old prime minister to punish corrupt officials just to drive out our group of honorable officials.The reason why he was angry in the court today was not because the officials were corrupt, but because the corruption not only violated the interests of the people, but also violated the imperial power.

He imprisoned the people for the benefit of one surname, and made all the people his slaves.

The imperial power has always been so domineering and ruthless.

The master has made his attitude so clear, I still don't understand, after saying goodbye to the master, I leave immediately.

When she walked out of the imperial study, Ji Wanyue was waiting at the door with a food box.Her affairs are also a headache. She has been married for ten years and has no children, and she doesn't know what the couple is doing.

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, Ji Wanyue can indeed be called the No. [-] noble lady in the capital. She is naturally beautiful, and her appearance is like a sculpture. She stands quietly at the bottom of the steps, with a perfect combination of dignified nobility and feminine gentleness.

"See the Empress."

No matter how much Ji Qingshuang hates her in private, she still has to be respected publicly.Seeing that I am extremely respectful to her, Ji Wanyue's brows showed a bit of complacency:

"My lord, you are being polite."

She would let me show a proud look, which is rare. In the past, every time I saw her, she always treated me like a rival in love. Today, she speaks so softly to me, probably because she has something in her hand. Some great handles.

In the past, I would be willing to play a few rounds of Tai Chi with her, to play on the Queen's words, but now I don't pay attention to her.

I rushed to Prince Gong's Mansion of Ninth Prince overnight.

Our old minion and the cubs are already gathered at his mansion.

Over the years, I've been known for not taking care of business, but anyone who comes to see me can drink, and don't talk about business, and I seldom intervene in chores outside the court.Some of my old departments wanted to rely on me for promotion at first, but later saw that I was not taking power and only doing things, so they switched to the Ninth Prince's command.

When I entered the lobby, they were complaining and cursing around the Ninth Prince:

"My lord, it's not easy for us. We have been born and died for so many years, and now we only enjoy it for a few years. The old prime minister can't stand it anymore."

"We won this battle with blood and sweat. We were dismissed with a few shabby official positions and rewards, and let those plague scholars come to power. It's fucking ridiculous."

"Hey, it's not enough for Scholar Wen to have power, now he's coming to take our lives—"

"That's right, there must be something wrong with Ji Anping's old stuff."

Most of the soldiers are willing to join us in the rebellion, not because they have lofty ideals, but because of the brothers who live and die together, and the carrot that has always been hanging in front of their eyes-promotion and fortune.

They fought on the cruelest battlefield, experienced bloody battles, and finally changed from mediocre soldiers to honorable ministers with many battles.

These ministers corrupted the fastest after the war, and because they were used to living with their heads pinned to their waistbands, they had no moral bottom line and they made the most money and were the most unscrupulous.

Seeing me enter the lobby, my old department immediately came over, and they moved to my side in aggrieved manner.

"General."

"General Lee..."

They evoke my old name, as if we were still on the battlefield.

Surrounded by them, I sat next to the Ninth Prince, and they looked at me eagerly, as if waiting for my order before every battle.

I can't refuse them, but this time, I can only guide them to a smooth path that is not bright:

"Just now I went to meet the emperor, you listen to my advice, if you want to save your life, go to the old prime minister and surrender yourself, spit out the things you have fished in the past few years, maybe you can save half of your life."

My old men were obviously hesitant. They were counting on me to lead them to victory as before. Who would have imagined that I would hand over the letter of surrender to the other side before the war started.

"Can--"

"General, is there really no other way?"

They are trying to make the last struggle, I can only tell them with a wry smile:

"No more, you may die if you listen to me, but if you don't listen to me, you will definitely die."

No one wants to spit out what they eat, but it's not up to them.

After more than ten years of fighting against wind and rain, we have formed a firm group around our master. We fought for him and put down the enemies. It is useless, on the contrary, the power in our hands and our unity constitute a great threat to the master's rule.

"Do you still remember the wealthy businessman Shi Zhou who died tragically a few years ago? What happened to them back then is what happened to us today."

I almost predicted pessimistically. Hearing this, the old department around me gasped.

"Things are not as bad as you think." The little brat standing aside couldn't listen anymore, he stretched out his finger and poked my frowning brow, "Everyone is fine now, let's figure out a solution together."

"I still remember what I told you during the battle of Huang Quan. Our unity at that time was only to deal with the real enemy. Now, we have killed the deposed emperor and wiped out the disobedient families and landlords. The common opponent is gone. , It’s time to fight each other.”

"but--"

I stopped what he couldn't say, the situation is critical now, I don't have time to analyze the situation for him, I turned sideways, and said to the Ninth Prince who had been silent all this time:

"Listen to my advice, don't go to court every day."

Ninth Prince tapped his fingers on the back of the chair, he raised his head and looked around, our old department all looked at him eagerly, waiting for his final verdict.

Ninth Prince’s fingers froze, and he responded to the old department’s expectant gaze, and said to me:

"The possibility of doing something is not very high. This matter is that the old prime minister has nothing to find fault with alone. If we really want to pursue it, Fu Yong'an and his henchmen have done more than us, and the old prime minister himself has few people under his command. It's clean, the law does not blame the public, and this matter will largely go away. If we make good use of it, maybe we can move to Ji Anping instead, so as to get rid of a serious problem."

Listening to the words of the Ninth Prince, an adjutant couldn't help but interrupted.

"Hearing what the lord said, this matter seems to be a war."

"This is this war, just like what we have experienced countless times, a war." After many years, the eyes of the Ninth Prince lit up again. He was immersed in the iron-blooded battlefield with flying flags, thinking of the blood of the past. .

War is a part of politics, and the essence of war is an action with political meaning, which carries the political demands of the participants.War is the intensification of political action. It uses blood and violence to seize power and implement its own political intentions.

The Ninth Prince likes war, essentially he likes the joy of dying at any time, and the joy of depriving others' lives and his own life reasonably. He can get the highest pleasure from the dying situation, if the master has not been watching him , Just relying on his way of fighting, he will play himself to death sooner or later.

Therefore, the relatively peaceful political career of the past ten years has made him drowsy and deeply boring. He has always hoped to find the passion for selflessness in the past from the ups and downs of the political situation.He is in the capital city, his heart is in the frontier, he is still in meditation, he is overly excited, he is concerned about political affairs, and cares about everything.I have been suffocating a dark energy all the time, wanting to recklessly cause