lazy cat hits cute

It only took less than a day for Ming Huang to fly out of the Northern Wilderness.

He still felt strange at first, but when he crossed Ruoshui Tianhe and the catastrophe fell, he was no longer surprised: the laws of the Northern Wilderness region were chaotic and could not be explained by common sense at all.

So when he returned to the capital, he didn't feel so surprised when he heard from his confidant that he had only been away for five days.

The confidant smiled and said: "Your Highness is so solemn, we thought you would go out for a year or two before coming back."

Ming Huang was silent.

After a while, he said, "Is there any change in the capital?"

The confidant said: "Everything is normal. There are soldiers mutiny in the border area, but the people in the Ministry of War have suppressed it."

"How did the mutiny soldiers deal with it?"

"The leading officer beheaded for public display, and after betraying the soldiers, he was dismissed from the army and paid travel expenses to allow him to return home." The confidant looked at Ming Huang's face, "What do you think of this, Your Highness?"

"Yes." Ming Huang nodded, "Tell the local yamen to pay more attention, and don't let them run around."

The confidant said: "Then when does His Highness plan to be crowned the Great Treasure?

Ming Huang frowned and stood up: "Go and see Father first."

Today is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

It is the Laba Festival that is celebrated all over the world, it is the day when Ming Huang's concubine concubine canonize the empress, and it is also the day when the Queen of Shuangluo commits suicide in Yikun Palace.

Since Minghuang grew older and the emperor missed Shuangluofei more and more, even the Yikun Palace became a place for the emperor to sacrifice and commemorate, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. People clean, and the peonies in the courtyard are always in bloom.

Ming Huang walked into Yikun Palace, the guard at the gate wanted to stop him, but he glanced at him, the guard stopped awkwardly, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for me."

"What's the problem? You are dedicated to your duties, and you deserve the reward." Ming Huang tilted his head and called, "Zhong Yun, you will be rewarded with 300 taels of silver." He crossed the threshold and entered Yikun Palace, and Zhong Yun's shrill voice gradually faded away. : "What are you still kneeling for? Your Highness sincerely wants to reward you, not poisoned wine. Why don't you get up?"

The Yikun Palace is gorgeously furnished and has countless treasures, which are much better than those used by the concubine.

He watched coldly, and saw the emperor kneeling on the futon, burning paper ingots in front of a bed surrounded by red sandalwood and crabapple flowers.

After Shuang Luo Fei pierced his own throat with a golden hairpin on this extremely gorgeous bed, the blood stained the bedding and seeped into the wood texture, until now it seems that he can still smell blood.

"Father."

The emperor turned his head, distorting his facial features in shock and anger: "What are you doing here? Get out!"

"I'll let you know." Ming Huang unfolded the decree and showed him the writing side: "The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious moment, and it's the enthronement ceremony for my minister. At that time, you will be crowned as the Supreme Emperor. You'd better Live in Shouci Palace, if you insist on living in Xinggong, I will not object."

The emperor trembled all over, took a few steps back, tripped over the copper pot that was still burning ingots, and paper ashes flew, Ming Huang stared at the flames, and said softly: "This incense, I really hate it."

He looked around: "This palace is also annoying."

Shuangluo's abolished empress was a thorn in the emperor's heart, so why not his taboo.

For the sake of vain auspiciousness, a man forcibly planted a prince, and indirectly forced his lover to death.In the end, he got nothing, and Ming Huang's mother and concubine were also troubled.

Ah!

"Evil son, beast!" The emperor panted heavily, his eyes were bulging, his face was like a ripe eggplant in autumn, slowly turning purple, and foam bubbled out from the corner of his mouth, like a dying fish lying on the ground. struggling.

"Come here... come here..." The emperor gasped for breath, his chest heaved violently, lying on the ground and grasping forcefully but in vain. The gold bricks on the ground of Yikun Palace were carved with the words "Longevity and wishful thinking" The pattern was soon stained with mottled blood.

Ming Huang watched him struggle blankly, and the extent of the struggle gradually decreased until it stopped.

He is still alive, but he is no different from dead.

so best.

The enthronement ceremony is scheduled to be at the hour of chen. Ming Huang gets up at the hour of the day, takes a bath and burns incense. One by one, he puts on plain gauze middle singles, yellow knees, fastens the white belt, puts on black clothes, wears jade hooks and jade pendants. , jade rings, golden hooks, and six-color ribbons and small ribbons, Ming Huang was a little out of breath with some bits and pieces on his body.

The last is the crown, the twelve colored jade beads hang down, he lifts his chin slightly, and the female officer fastens the red tassel, the twelve colored jade beads shake slightly, he is a little dazed.

Finally got to this point.

It was just dawn, and the thin sunlight was cut into fragments by the three crossed and six bowls of water chestnut windows. After this day, he could no longer enter and exit the palace as he wanted.

He had to get to this point. From childhood to adulthood, everyone was saying that he was destined to be the emperor, and it was destined by heaven.

He spread his hands and asked the female officer to hold the extremely long Tianhe belt, hanging down to his knees, smoothing the wrinkles of the auspicious clothes, and the sunlight cast on the ground became brighter and brighter as time went by.

From His Majesty to His Majesty, from a thousand years to a long life.The whips were blown three times, all the officials knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, played the great music of Danbi, presented the book of treasures, visited the Taimiao, and prayed to the heaven and the earth.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Emperor Hongyun Zen was located in the crown prince, and he was regarded as the Supreme Emperor and moved to Shouci Palace.The new emperor ascended the throne, changed his year name to "Dezhao", and amnesty the world.

A few days later, the Supreme Emperor passed away, and the whole country was in mourning. The emperor wept bitterly and rested for three days.

A few days later, a village girl who was five-year-old and three-year-old entered the palace with a safety card, and was summoned by the emperor, suspected to be an old friend.

A few years later, that slutty village girl became the highest-ranking female official in the imperial palace. Her skin became whiter and she gained a lot of weight, but her hot-tempered personality remained the same.Ming Huang was more familiar with dealing with state affairs, and handled them more easily.

After the day's memorials are approved, all the things that need to be done are ordered to be done, and it is almost time for the "daily lecture". Usually, the first assistant will give the lecture. , Occasionally, I will talk about how the things approved a few days ago are going, every day.

Something is different today.

Yang Shoufu didn't talk about major national affairs, and said straight to the point: "Your Majesty, the six palaces are empty, not the blessing of the community, and all officials are worried. Please also invite your Majesty to open the draft as soon as possible to enrich the harem."

Ming Huang was caught off guard, and was taken aback by what he said, and smiled sullenly for a while: "No."

Yang Shoufu was not discouraged, and patiently persuaded: "Since your majesty has become emperor, there is no hope of ascending in this life, it is better to be happy in the world of mortals. The beauty of the country is the joy of the emperor, why should a person be poor?"

Ming Huang threw his cup and laughed loudly: "Yang Zhibai, you sound like a prostitute!"

If it were any other official, his expression would have changed and he would have left in a huff after saying, "Scholars can be killed but not humiliated." Yang Zhibai was different. He had followed Ming Huang for many years, and he had heard many jokes, so he didn't care: "Your Majesty has something to say." I don't know, there are already several aristocratic families who have sent people to gossip in front of me, to persuade me to think about the country and society, and to give money and treasures, to show me the portrait of his youngest daughter, and to beg me to be respected by Your Majesty. There are a lot of good words in front of me. I really can't be bothered, otherwise how could I bother Your Majesty by talking about this matter. Besides, Your Majesty's six palaces are empty, it is really ugly, I hope Your Majesty will think twice."

Ming Huang laughed so hard that tears almost came out: "They will also beg you? Hahahaha!"

Yang Zhibai is one of Ming Huang's right-hand assistants, he has always done things beautifully, and he is responsible for handling the relatives left by the three kings.After Ming Huang proclaimed himself emperor, his benefits would naturally be indispensable. He was promoted all the way and attracted a lot of red-eyed abuse. , So Yang Zhibai was so happy that he was nicknamed "Yang Tantan", also known as "Sheepskin Ball", which means that the more he shoots, the higher he is, and he is secretly hated by all officials.

The big family who hates Yang Zhibai the most would actually send someone to please him, what a joke!

Ming Huang laughed enough, seeing Yang Zhibai's serious expression and frowning, he said, "Yang Aiqing thinks what should I do?"

"Your Majesty has someone in mind, why don't you go find him?"

Ming Huang's voice was sour: "Ai Qing, this matter is not as easy as you imagined."

Yang Zhibai's brows drooped: "It's my minister who talks too much, but the court officials are pressing hard. You always push back and procrastinate like this, which is not a good way. Weichen suggested that we first hold a talent show according to their wishes. Women are all acting as court ladies, and no one stipulates that a few beauties must be conferred in the draft."

Ming Huang smiled softly: "The pampered noble daughters of aristocratic families, you let them be court ladies..."

Yang Zhibai was expressionless: "If you enter the palace, you are a slave. Your Majesty has the final say on what to do? Thunder, rain and dew are all due to your grace."

"Shoufu's words are very close to my heart."

Ming Huang suddenly issued an order for the draft, the aristocratic family had waited for a long time, and when they heard about it, they were overjoyed, and rushed to send their women to participate in the draft, some even sent nearly a hundred of them in one go.All of a sudden, the imperial palace was very lively, all kinds of beauties entered the palace to participate in the draft, and some careful people found that the emperor did not send Xianggong and Chinese doctors to the folks to pick the girls. Although there were doubts, it was nothing.

After months of tossing about the draft, more than [-] beauties stood out in the end, with light makeup and plain clothes, all lined up under Dan Chi, looking forward to seeing the emperor.

But they were doomed to be disappointed, it was Mianmian who came, she remembered Ming Huang's order, and looked around pretendingly.The beautiful girls are all delicate and beautiful, graceful and beautiful, how can they withstand the rough and heavy work in the palace?Unable to bear it, Mianmian casually pointed out a few beauties or talents, and left in a hurry.

At first she was worried that Ming Huang would be angry at her self-assertion, but unexpectedly he laughed and praised her for doing the right thing.

"If they all pretend to be maids of honor, those old men will have to fight for me."

Laughing infinitely sad.

Year by year.

Winter goes to spring, flowers bloom and fall.Lovesickness does not sweep away, long-term accumulation thickens.

He didn't know when he would be able to wait. At first, he often looked out of the window: the law of space in the Northern Wilderness is chaotic, and the law of time is even more chaotic. Maybe he will be back in the next moment?

Later, later, he gave up the idea.

Just wait.

He dealt with political affairs, levied light taxes and commuted sentences, extended prisons, helped orphans and widows, cracked down on tyrants, and wiped out the government's long-standing abuses. Thousands of people praised the Ming Lord of the prosperous age, but all he got was a faint smile.

day to day.

No one to complain, no one to listen.

If you suppress it for a long time, you will go crazy.