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

"He carried you all the way and walked ten miles from Xiaozhou Mountain, and both feet were worn out by gravel."

"There are ten shadows by my side, you will be called Eleven in the future."

The little girl holding the windmill said, "It's the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

There is a bright moon in the dark cold night sky.

In the deep well, Chu Yu could hear the sound of silk cracking above mixed with the man's heavy breathing.

Eleven went down the well with a strong smell of blood, holding his hand with cold fingers, trembling fingers.

They fled all the way along the secret road, and Shiyi took the herbs to treat his eye injury.

On his shoulder was a ferocious arrow scar made to save Chu Yu.

There is a bonfire in front of the Guanyin Temple, and on the bonfire are eleven roasted dark sweet potatoes.

"What kind of thing is he? His surname is Chu in this world."

The palace of Qionglou was cast a quiet and eerie shadow by the night.

From a distance, it looks like a huge tomb.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the hall, and a jumping fire was burning in the charcoal basin.

Tongues of fire devoured a mass of crumpled coats.

The bloodshot eyes of the emperor are reflected on the bright jade steps.

Eleven refused to talk to him from the beginning to the end, it was a deliberate concealment.

Xiao Zhoushan's spring hunting is extremely dangerous, why did King Qin entrust him to Zhao Yan at ease?

Not only did he give him his golden sword, but he even risked the crime of deceiving the emperor to lie for Zhao Yan when he asked about the situation on Eleven?

Chu Yu suddenly remembered that when Fu Yuan abducted Zhao Yan to the drunken red building, it was King Qin who took Zhao Yan away.

He didn't think about it then.

Zhao Yan had no reason to save him.

It is much easier to support a new emperor who is better controlled than him, than to save him.

Zhao Yan turned the Son of Heaven into a joke.

He let him die so happily that he should dig his grave and burn his body.

It's a pity that Zhao Yan doesn't have a tomb.

Chu Yu stared coldly at the cut wound on his palm, and a chilling hatred gradually permeated all the veins in his limbs, like maggots attached to the bones.

Perhaps this born hatred is to cover up the haste, or something else that cannot be stopped once it is revealed.

He fought secretly with Zhao Yan for three full years, and Zhao Yan still had him in the army until his death, making him restless.

It turned out that he had never defeated Zhao Yan in the past three years.

The snow outside the main hall reflects the lanterns, the strong wind blinds the eyes, and the red plums fall.

Someone's footsteps could be heard in the silent corridor.

Zhu Minsheng walked through the swaying bead curtain and bowed over, the smell of blood in the hall had covered the floating fragrance.

"Your Majesty, those two people have already left, and the servant has come to return."

Zhu Minsheng didn't raise his head when he saw the bright yellow emperor in the mess everywhere, "Zhu Minsheng, get out."

The emperor's blood-red eyes stared at the charcoal fire flickering in the north wind, until the last corner of his clothes was burned to ashes.

Zhu Minsheng lowered his head and stared at his toes, "Your Majesty, my servant will call the imperial physician for you."

Chu Yu actually smiled.

He is very good.

Where do you need a doctor?

"Master Cheng is still standing outside."

The young emperor's voice was a little hoarse.

"What is he doing?"

Zhu Minsheng cupped his hands and said, "Master Cheng said that I would like to show you some old things about history books and Master Zhao."

Chu Yu's eyes were full of blood mist, "Let him go."

Zhu Minsheng hesitated and said, "If His Majesty doesn't see you, Mr. Cheng said he'll be waiting there all the time."

"Then let him wait."

So Cheng Mu has been waiting outside the red wall.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the snow falls and the snow stops, palace officials in thick furs come and go, and the historian's shoulders are covered with red plum petals and clouds of crushed snow.

Both feet have lost half of the feeling, but the stubbornness in the eyes has not faded.

Emperor Xuan declared that he was ill for three days and would not go to court, expelled the palace people, and closed the main hall door tightly.

There are endless rumors between the ruling and opposition parties.

At Haishi on the third day, the gate of the main hall was opened from the inside.

The chief supervisor in red was holding a square hand stove engraved with flower patterns in his arms, and the junior supervisor behind him held up an umbrella for him, and the top of the blue and white umbrella was covered with snow-white.

"Master Cheng, Your Majesty announced."

Cheng Mu's unconscious hand took out a few pages of yellowed tissue paper from his bosom with trembling hands, his eyelashes were soaked, and his eyebrows and hair were stained with frost.

Zhu Minsheng knew at the first sight that it was the dragon-painting gold paper specially used for daily life records in the palace.

"Master Cheng, come with me."

The mess of three days ago was no longer in the main hall.

The windows and coffins are closed together, white plum blossoms are blooming on the jade vase, and there is a cold fragrance floating faintly.

The Son of Heaven stands with his hands behind his back, and a stack in front of the case is folded randomly.

Cheng Mu bowed into the hall, and after Zhu Minsheng withdrew, only him and His Majesty were left in the hall.

"I see you, Your Majesty."

Cheng Mu knelt down with a plop.

He had been exposed to the cold for three days, but now he felt the warmth of the palace, the snow on his hair melted and fell on the blanket.

"What's the old thing you're talking about?"

Cheng Mu heard the hoarse voice of the young emperor above.

Cheng Mu held up the six pages of thin paper respectfully, as if what he was lifting was not thin paper, but a person's strength of character.Every word is sonorous and powerful, "Your Majesty can tell from a glance that Zhao Yan, the former chief assistant of the cabinet, is not a lucky one!"

Perhaps Zhao Yan never thought that after his death, there would still be someone running around late at night for him, standing up for him in the wind and snow, and saying something convincingly for him, "The former chief minister of the cabinet, Zhao Yan, is not a sycophant."

Cheng Mu, who was kneeling at the bottom of the steps, held up his daily watch, his eyes were stubborn and painful, and his back was as straight as a pine and cypress.

"Cheng Mu, do you know what you're talking about?"

Cheng Mu gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to take the blame for today's recklessness!"

Chu Yu reached out and took the six pages of crumpled and yellowed thin paper from the historian.

There are six thin pages of notes on daily life, and the black handwriting is written by the dead Chang Ping at first sight.

At the beginning of the 16th year of Jian'an.

It is the second quarter of the seventh day of the first lunar month.

The holy ancestor had a secret talk with Lin Fen, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The scholar played "It is easy to kill Lu Xiang, but it is difficult to overthrow the cabinet."

The Holy Patriarch said, "What shall we do?"

The scholar then said, "Strong medicine is needed for serious illness."

The holy ancestor said, "Who can take care of it?"

University scholar recommended, "Zhao Yanke."

It is three quarters on the seventh day of the first lunar month.

The holy ancestor met Zhao Yan secretly in the main hall.

Zhao Yanyun said, "The minister died for the country, not for petting."

The holy ancestor said, "Yes."

The winter of the 25th year of Jian'an.

At three o'clock on the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The holy ancestor summoned Jinyiwei in Yunguang hall and gave cinnabar to Yan.

Zhao Yan sighed, "Who does Your Majesty trust?"

The holy ancestor didn't want to say anything.

Inside the main hall 14 years ago.

Zhao Changning, dressed in official robes, knelt on the sapphire bricks and said one by one

"The minister died for the country, not for playing with the pets."