[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Sanniang looked closely at the beauty under the plum tree in the painting, her facial features gradually overlapped with the appearance of the young master she had seen in the Wang's courtyard.

That young man's appearance is really good, quite male and female.

Girls as young as Huaguduo feel ashamed compared to him.

"Nine points are similar." Sanniang said.

With Zhao Yan's appearance, she can be [-]% similar to him. Is there another one in this world?

Ah Xiang, who was at the bottom of the steps, was lying on the blue and white jade bricks, motionless.

He keenly noticed that the son of heaven on the steps after Sanniang's voice was breathing heavily.

"Zhu Minsheng!"

The senior supervisor in floral clothes waiting outside the hanging pearl curtains bowed in, seeing the torn and crumpled picture scrolls piece by piece.

The scroll was folded in two.

Taking a closer look at the facial features of the slender beauty, Zhu Minsheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to take another look.

"What's your majesty's order?"

The emperor raised a pair of blood-red eyes from the torn painting, and there were still bloodstains on his hands from the torn shaft.

"Send these two people out of the palace, I don't want to see these two people appearing in the capital again!"

Zhu Minsheng said, "Your Majesty, your hand..."

"roll!"

Zhu Minsheng had never seen the emperor so irritable and irritable, so he saluted and bowed immediately.

"Don't be upset, Your Majesty, the servant obeys the order."

Axiang and Sanniang were expelled from the palace.

The supervisor in Huayi stood with his hands behind his back at the east gate, and said in a gentle voice, "After you two, remember not to return to Beijing again."

The Forbidden Palace stands majestically and is prosperous like a piece of brocade. It is a place that many poor people can't even dream of in their lifetime.

The thick snow fell on the red wall of Zhuwa, and the thick snow covered the dirt.

Sanniang's legs softened, and Ah Xiang supported her.

"Let's take a few children and go to the farthest place from the capital. I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, I don't have the face to stay in the capital."

Sanniang said with a snow-white complexion, "Okay."

The two supported each other and gradually drifted away in front of the palace gate. The sunset was about to set and the scenery in Lingnan was just right.

The supervisor in Huayi watched the two go away hand in hand, and sighed, "It's so hard to find a confidant in one's life."

The little supervisor beside him said, "That's true."

What Zhu Minsheng thought of at this moment was the concubine Li who was so beautiful and unlucky in the cold palace.

If His Majesty hadn't issued an order to investigate the old people who treated Concubine Li badly back then, Dai Gao would not have died.

What did Dai Gao do to allow His Majesty to stick this personal prisoner to death together with the lower palace servants, without even asking a single question?

The Empress Dowager ordered Dai Gao to humiliate Concubine Li, not a eunuch humiliating the empress one by one

It is a humiliation of a man to a woman.

The status of a woman abandoned in the cold palace is not as good as that of a wild dog in the palace.

Although Dai Gao is no longer a man, he used various methods to settle down in the Empress Dowager's palace.

And Zhu Minsheng stayed with Concubine Li for a period of time by chance in the cold palace. He witnessed the various humiliations that Concubine Li suffered, and watched her miss her youngest son and become ill in the cold palace.After Chang Ping's death, Dai Gao came to power, and Zhu Min pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Gou saved his life, only to testify against Dai Gao's crimes.

Concubine Li's life is painstaking and kind, and Zhu Minsheng is still under her shelter after death, so why not be grateful for her kindness?

The things in the inner palace were told one after another, dirtying the eyes of the world.

Zhu Minsheng thought of the green-robed historian with stubborn eyes.

When he went to see the two off, he passed by along the way, and saw the historian standing alone and solemnly.

Like a silent stone sculpture about to take root.

"Let's go back and see Mr. Cheng."

The night was getting cooler, and the deep palace was brightly lit.

Lanterns are shining in the snow, palace people are frolicking and walking, and red plums are flying down the white jade steps outside the corridor.

A person stood silently outside the red wall, his shoulders were wet from the wind and dew, and a few red plum petals fell from his hair.

A thin literati, physically exhausted but gritted his teeth to support it, and he didn't know how long he could last.

Clear and stubborn eyes, straight back, very much like Zhao Changning who knelt outside the late emperor's palace 15 years ago.

The main hall is full of splendid embroidery, and the dark fragrance floats.

The cold wind blows away the shadow of the moon through the window, and also topples the jade vase with plum blossoms in the hall.

Fragments of the scroll were lifted up, and a broken leaf of the beauty in the painting was blown to the feet of the emperor.

The emperor bent down and picked up the broken leaf, facing a pair of slightly raised eyes.

With a tremor in his hand, the thin paper spun again and landed on the jade brick.

Chu Yu's memory of Zhao Yan began when she passed by the late emperor outside his palace.

The somewhat messy coat and the red lips that have been kissed all show that this is a plaything that serves the king with his body.

If he stayed peacefully on the Emperor's Tower, Chu Yu might not be hostile to him. Maybe after the late emperor left, he would magnanimously give this toy a good place to live.

It is clear that he is a sycophant who wants to stir up the situation in this court.

Why did the position of the Chief Assistant of the Great Chu Cabinet, under the authority of one person, fall to such a person?

After all, his father is old. He looked down on him back then, but there was a day when he was indulging in beauty.

The 15-year-old His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's first glance at the head of the cabinet at that time was full of desire and disdainful malice.

The chief minister of the cabinet at that time didn't know anything about it.

When she bowed her head and saluted, she revealed a white neck at the collar, black hair and white skin, ravaged lips, and a thin waist covered by a large official robe, which was even more attractive than her daughter's family.

With such a dissolute appearance, what shameful thing did the first emperor do in the bedroom?

Taifu Yang said that Zhao Yan covered the sky with one hand, and after the late emperor left, the cabinet became more prosperous.

"Your Majesty is able to bear the burden of humiliation, it is the great Chu's fortune."

Later, this nail really went into the eye for three whole years, and I couldn't pull it out.

When a person loses power, he has no time to appreciate beauty, and in the daily humiliation, even the most beautiful skin becomes the skin of an evil spirit, wishing to drink its flesh and blood.

Until the third year of Yongli, this nail was pulled out.

Also uprooted is the rotten cabinet system.

The imperial power truly belonged to the emperor, and the grand power was finally in the palm of his hand.

The people of the world, the beautiful mountains and rivers, belong to the 17-year-old young emperor.

Chu Yu was born for power, he is a sharp weapon polished by the Empress Dowager and the first emperor to inherit the country.

They cut down the thorn bushes that hindered his progress, including his biological mother.

The son of heaven above the temple of Dachu, his father is the king, and his mother is not his biological mother. Later generations of history writers said in their later years that "there is no father and no mother."

No father and no mother, that is, ruthless and no tears.

Among the kings of all dynasties, which one is respected and feared by everyone, but no one dares to love him.

Emperor Xuan's harsh and ruthless temperament was not without reason when he was young.

When Chu Yu stepped into the prison of Dali Temple, he knew that the thorn in his eyes had become an abandoned pawn.

And this abandoned pawn finally became a plaything in the palm of his hand.

So the gorgeous skin finally fell into the eyes of the powerful emperor.

In the dark night where no one can peep, when the abused person in his arms was unconscious, a pair of cold hands fell on his neck.

As long as the palm of the hand is strong, the slender neck will be broken, and when it dies, it will definitely be like a swan with a broken neck.

The ruthless face of the young emperor was reflected in the unrepentant eyes.

Chu Yu sensed the danger that was far away in the dissipated lust.

Perhaps he will follow his father's old path.

The cause planted three years ago has not yet taken root, so it can be snuffed out in the palm of your hand.

Zhao Yan was in sore pain under him, her forehead and hair were all wet, and she groaned, "Mom, I'm in so much pain."

The palms that were gradually clenched could no longer move half a minute.

Chu Yu has never softened his heart, but now it seems that his hands and feet have been tampered with.

In the end, Zhao Yan was spared.

Chu Yu sentenced Zhao Yan to the Liu Mansion, and later news of his death came.

He hesitated in Dali Temple to settle the unfinished matter, and God made it for him.

After a short moment of suffocation and bewilderment, everything about Zhao Yan was buried forever.

And he never thought that Zhao Yan would be eleven.

The faint medicinal fragrance on Zhao Yan's body finally gradually overlapped with the medicinal fragrance on Eleven's body.

Like the cold Yunling.

The gust of wind suddenly overturned the golden bottle, and the clear wine wet the thin paper in front of the desk.

The carved windows were closed, the bead curtains were shaking, and the main hall was in a mess.

The scarlet blood fell drop by drop on the jade brick, gradually drying up.