Stop Bothering Me, Emperor

In the winter of the seventh year of Jingyuan, on the third day of October, there was heavy snowfall.

"Fear, what's the fear, if you can't be cured, you will all be buried with me!" A voice of a young boy who was still somewhat immature echoed in the emperor's bedroom, and then turned into a low cry of sorrow, "Brother Emperor, woo..."

The man on the dragon bed had his eyes closed tightly, and his handsome face was slightly bluish, even so, it couldn't conceal the imperial majesty around him.This person is the ruler of this dynasty, Emperor Jingyuan Yu Jintang.

Emperor Jingyuan ascended the throne at the age of 25, proclaimed himself emperor for seven years, and worked hard to rule.The Xiongnu invaded the frontier in May, and the emperor personally marched, retreating the enemy for more than [-] miles, and the whole world celebrated together.However, at this time, the news that the emperor was seriously injured suddenly came, and the army had to return to Beijing early.

The emperor's bedroom, outside the Zichen Hall, the long jade steps looked a little gray under the shadow of the haze, and heavy snow fell on the steps, but no one bothered to clean them.Guards in iron armor stood awe-inspiring on both sides of the stairs, adding a bit of chill to the already heavy atmosphere.

Today's Dayu Dynasty was in its heyday, but it suddenly encountered such a disaster.Not only the emperor's younger brother in the room knelt down and cried bitterly, but the general who was standing outside the palace escorting the emperor back to the palace couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.The emperor has no children, and the emperor's younger brother has already been established, but now the emperor's younger brother is still young, if the emperor can't make it through, the Dayu Dynasty may fall into a precarious situation again.

Thinking of this, the general couldn't help spitting at the person tied to the Panlong pillar in front of the hall, and felt puzzled after thinking about it, he rushed over and swung his fist to hit him.

"Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. I, Zhang Xiaoren, serve the country wholeheartedly. Why do you beat me, you reckless man?" Low, about 40 years old, with a straight neck and an unyielding appearance.

"If you are dedicated to the country, you will collude with the Huns to assassinate the emperor!" The general with red eyes punched Zhang Xiaoren in the face, distorting that upright and serious face.

"Bah," Zhang Xiaoren spit out a mouthful of blood, "The emperor insists on marrying a male queen, which is against the laws of nature and ethics. I am for the sake of the country, for the sake of..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched by the general again. on the lower abdomen.

"Hula!" The sound of the iron armor touching the ground woke up the general who was immersed in grief and anger, and looked up in a daze.

On both sides of the stairs, armored guards with knives knelt down to salute one after another. At the end of the jade steps, a man wearing a bright yellow robe with wide sleeves embroidered with phoenix patterns came slowly on the steps.

It was a young and elegant man with clear eyes and a body like a bamboo. The leaden gray sky reflected that somewhat pale handsome face, which was still hard to conceal his elegance.

"See Her Majesty the Empress!" The general immediately knelt down to salute, while Zhang Xiaoren at the side curled his lips and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

The person who came was Dayu's first male empress since the founding of the country—Song Xiao.

At the age of 14, he took part in the examination at the age of 17. Because of his outstanding talent and the fact that he was too young, he became the No. Zhang Xiaoren also praised him as a young talent.Unexpectedly, two years ago, an imperial decree turned the minister into a queen...

The queen ignored Zhang Xiaoren's unreasonableness, and did not return the salute to the general as in the past, but still kept her pace and stepped into the Zichen Palace.

The hall was filled with the smell of medicine, and the thirteen imperial doctors knelt on the ground with their foreheads on the ground, without saying a word.The emperor's younger brother, who was wearing the apricot prince's uniform, knelt in front of the dragon bed, his face buried in the quilt, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

A hand with well-defined bones was slowly raised from the bright yellow brocade quilt, and rested on the top of his younger brother's head: "Do you remember?" The deep and pleasant voice did not appear weak at all.

"Woo..." The emperor's younger brother nodded, raised his head to look at the emperor's brother, seemed to sense someone behind him, turned his head slowly, and saw the queen standing beside a group of imperial doctors without joy or sorrow, neither speaking nor Do not step forward.

Song Xiao, who lowered his eyes to listen to the imperial doctor's reply in a low voice, felt that the brothers were looking at him, so he also looked back.

Emperor Jing Yuan's complexion was much better than before, the paleness faded, and even a little rosy, he looked more energetic than the pale Song Xiao.

"... Your Majesty's old illness is still unhealed, it's cold in the northern part of the country, and the arrow has hurt his heart again, and I'm incompetent..." The head of the Tai Hospital said tremblingly, kowtowing his head on the ground.

Song Xiao raised his hand slightly to prevent the imperial doctor from continuing.

"Hold back, I...cough cough...I have something to say to the queen." The emperor couldn't finish his sentence, but he started coughing, which touched the wound on his chest, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead immediately.

"Brother Huang!" Taidi Huang anxiously wanted to help, but was swung away, so he had to take everyone out step by step.

The emperor leaned on the big thick pillow and watched Song Xiao walking towards him step by step. Panicked but pretending to be calm... Closing his eyes, the spring light of the Lu Ming Banquet and the red candles in the bridal chamber all disappeared, replaced by a handsome face that was still delicate and pleasant, looking at him calmly.

"Does it hurt?" Song Xiao slowly raised his hand, touched the blood-stained white cloth, his fingertips trembled slightly.

A warm and strong hand stretched out and held Song Xiao's tightly. After a long silence, he suddenly said: "I have already written the edict, you have to be buried for me!"

Song Xiao raised his head and looked over quietly, the emperor's deep and dark eyes were slightly scarlet, with the usual stubbornness and madness.

From the age of 22, Yu Jintang saw the smiling young champion at the Luming Banquet, and decided to marry him.If there is no throne, it doesn't matter, so he snatched the throne. The clan objected, and the courtiers forced them to die, saying that the emperor should not be willful due to internal and external troubles, so he pacified the world and drove the Huns away.Now, his life is not long, so how can he let go of this true love that he gave everything in exchange for.

"The emperor wants his ministers to die, and the minister's not dying is because of disloyalty." Song Xiao lowered his eyes. He was not at all surprised that the emperor asked him to be buried. This person has always been like this. He makes decisions.

The emperor frowned slightly, tightly clenched Song Xiao's hand, a shock of severe pain suddenly spread from his chest, his rosy face turned pale again, and his strength also lost bit by bit along with the pain, he died Staring at Song Xiao, he said in a hoarse voice, "You belong to me, you can only belong to me!"

Due to too much force, the slender fingers clenched until the joints turned white, and also squeezed Song Xiao's wrist into a ring of bruises, and then, slowly loosened it, and slid down onto the bright yellow brocade quilt with a snap.

Song Xiao raised that hand in a daze, feeling a suffocating numbness spreading from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and it took three full breaths before he breathed a sigh of relief.Slowly raising his hand, he removed the large welcome pillow behind the emperor so that he could lie down more comfortably, and carefully smoothed the emperor's messy temples.

"Yu Jintang, did you die just like that?" Song Xiao stretched out a finger and poked the face that had completely lost its color, "I just became a queen, and I haven't given me this year's salary yet..." It's you As you said, the queen's salary is higher than that of the servant, so I agreed to marry you.

After chanting by the bed for a while, making sure that the person would never respond to him again, Song Xiao got up and picked up the sword hanging on the wall.The name of this sword is Mo Xie, which was obtained by Emperor Jingyuan by accident outside the Great Wall. According to legend, it is an ancient magic sword, which hangs in the emperor's bedroom and can drive away ghosts and avoid all evils.

"Om—" The sword came out of its sheath, and there was a sound of dragon roaring. The light reflected by the sharp blade made Song Xiao narrow his eyes, and swung the sword across his neck.

"Sister-in-law, you can't!" The emperor's younger brother pushed open the door with a bang, rushed forward with a stride, and snatched the sword from Song Xiao's hand with his backhand.

"Your Majesty!" The general who rushed in after him fell to the side of the dragon bed, knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried loudly.

Eunuch Cao, the chief eunuch, held a brocade box, and the emperor's younger brother held Mo Xie in one hand, and pushed the brocade box in front of Song Xiao with the other, and said with red eyes, "Sister-in-law, this is the imperial edict, please come and read it."

Song Xiao wanted to snatch Mo Xie back, but the emperor's younger brother had extraordinary skills, and he, a frail scholar, could not handle him at all. He glanced at the strict guards outside the hall, and then at the resolute emperor's younger brother, this person was already a newcomer The emperor, he couldn't disobey, so he reached out and picked up the imperial edict in the brocade box.

"Since I ascended the throne on the 25th, I have worked hard day and night, and I have been meticulous in everything. In the seven years since I reigned, I have ruled the court before it was chaotic, pacified the country before it was in danger, drove the Tartars to the north of the royal court, pacified the world, and came to court from all directions. I feel worthy of the heaven and earth, worthy of my ancestors..." Song Xiao stood in front of the palace, and recited Emperor Jing Yuan's last edict word by word, each and every word was from Yu Jintang's heart.

All the officials knelt at the foot of the steps, listening to the queen's clear and powerful voice, they fell to the ground and wept bitterly.

"...Blessed, childless, Jin Lin, the eldest brother of the emperor, fifteen years old, still young, the empress Song Xiao will be Prince Duanhui, and the regent will be the new emperor..." That person had already made arrangements for him. After everything, saying that he was buried as a sacrifice, I am afraid that he regretted it the moment he saw him just now.

Song Xiao slowly closed the edict, raised his hands above his head, knelt down, and presented it to the new emperor.

"Sister-in-law, look, Brother Huang didn't say that you should be buried!" The new emperor took the edict, helped Song Xiao up, and looked at him expectantly, with tears still on his round baby face.

Song Xiao nodded slightly: "I understand." Turning his eyes, he looked at Zhang Xiaoren who was still tied to the Panlong pillar.

"Hmph, going against the sky, violating the relationship between Yin and Yang, what you say is worthy of your ancestors!" Zhang Xiaoren knew that he would die, so he simply fought it out.

"Zhang Xiaoren, what do you think is loyalty? What is righteousness?" Song Xiao asked him softly, and grabbed the Mo Xie sword, "You disregarded the safety of the country, colluded with foreign enemies, and assassinated the emperor. Is this what you call loyalty? Mingjun, disregarding the people of the world, is this what you call righteousness?"

Zhang Xiaoren's pupils shrank, but his neck was still stuck.

"Now that the world is in peace and the people live and work in peace and contentment, what Yu Jintang wants is just to be a servant of the household department. He has done so much for the world, why should the world not allow him to be happy for a day!" Song Xiao became more and more excited as he spoke, and stabbed Zhang with a sword. In Xiaoren's chest, Yu Jintang is a good emperor, he is decisive in killing and conquering, and he expands the territory. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one in Dayu, he deserves this honor!

Blood spattered, and the new emperor couldn't help closing his eyes, and then opened them again, and saw that Song Xiao had drawn out his sword, swung it across his neck.

"Sister-in-law!" The new emperor couldn't stop him, blood had already stained the bright yellow phoenix robe.

Song Xiao looked at the leaden sky, and bent his eyes. The number one emperor of Dayu should be buried with him, the number one queen of Dayu. I'm going to be beaten by my father.

On the third day of October in the seventh year of Jingyuan, the emperor died, and Xiaolang, the later Song family, died.

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