Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Seeing the Xuanji Pagoda again was the day Ming Zhijin ascended the throne.

He who had no intention of governing the country was surrounded by wearing bright and bright royal robes, and pushed to the highest throne.

At the grand ceremony, the Xuanji Pagoda was worshiped by thousands of people, and the driving 狻猊 appeared in front of people.

His complexion changed a lot, until he got up and stood in front of him limping and dragging his blood-soaked leg, Ming Zhijin saw the spike as thick as a finger pierced into his left knee.

"you……"

"Shh, don't say anything. Complete this damn ceremony honestly, and I'll give you a big gift..."

Feng Zhehuan straightened out every pearl and jade falling from the gilt crown, and put them on Ming Zhijin's head respectfully.

"From today onwards, you will be deprived of your name, inherit the surname of Changming, be endowed with supreme glory, and become the king bowed down by all people. The so-called sacrifice is just a temporary pain, but the pleasure is a lifetime."

"Won't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

Ming Zhijin deliberately lowered his voice, and this questioning made Feng Zehuan's haggard face show a smile.

He snapped his fingers, and the ground net killer who followed him delivered one person.

"As a congratulatory gift for succession, I won a reward for you."

Ink hair is like a waterfall, and white clothes are better than snow.

Isn't the person standing in the crowd the Gu Qingzhou whom he thinks about day and night?

Ming Zhi immediately stepped down from the throne, caressing the bruises on that person's cheeks and lips in disbelief, pleasantly surprised and distressed.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, stay with me from now on, I... I will treat you well, and won't let anyone bully you again."

He couldn't wait to untie the chain on Gu Qingzhou's wrist, and wanted to hold him in his arms, but seeing the panic in the man's eyes, he still hesitated.

"I didn't mean to scare you, sorry."

Feng Zehuan sat back on Suan Ni's back, and muttered to himself weakly: "Maybe this is love..."

On the day of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, the whole world celebrates with singing and dancing.

Amidst the joyful songs and laughter, everyone's faces were filled with joy, only those who had climbed to the pinnacle of power in the mortal world from today were depressed.

Ming Zhi has complicated things on his mind now, and he is even more restless when he sees the wine and wine being exchanged during the banquet.

He wanted to escape from this suffocating situation, but was stopped by one person.

The man's slender index finger was pressed against his lips, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips were raised, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression. He was Sui Chenyue, the chief prisoner who stayed by his side to serve in accordance with the last emperor's will.

"My emperor must not be impatient. It is not good for him to be known to be your weakness."

These words are reasonable, Mingzhi is sitting on pins and needles now, he can only bite the bullet and do this deeply annoying thing.

Taking advantage of his three-point drunkenness, he boldly expressed his uneasiness, "I'm afraid I won't be able to be a good emperor in people's hearts."

"My lord, you should call yourself a widow. I will do my best to help you, live up to the entrustment of the late emperor, and live up to the feather people of Tianxiang."

These words are really intriguing.

Looking at Sui Chenyue's expression, Ming Zhijin really wanted to ask: Do you like my elder brother?

After thinking about it, maybe it's just the kindness of knowing you, there is more than one kind of emotion in the world.

Knowing that he had no intention of going to the banquet, Sui Chenyue quickly dealt with the mess for him and sent someone to send him back to the bedroom. At that time, Gu Qingzhou had been waiting for several hours.

He politely declined the waiters of the palace people, silently applied ointment to the wound, and immediately put on his clothes when he saw someone coming in, fastened his belt on his back, knelt down and saluted Ming Zhijin.

Chang Ming's heart ached even more for such a move, he hurriedly helped him up, held his chin, and looked at the wound on his face.

"They abused you, didn't they?"

Gu Qingzhou avoided his gaze and didn't answer.

"Don't be afraid, in fact, I... have always wanted to say sorry to you."

When it comes to guilt, Gu Qingzhou's eyes are full of confusion, maybe he wants to ask why he feels ashamed of himself.

"I failed to protect you and put you in danger again, and I failed to save you, making you oppressed and unable to hold your head up."

Ming Zhijin will never escape his sins with the evil consequences that the feathermen of Tianxiang should bear. In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough.

Even becoming the son of heaven, becoming a king is still far from enough.

Gu Qingzhou took the initiative to hold his hand, and clasped his cold fingers together, which made Ming Zhijin feel uncomfortable.

"I dare not see you, because I am afraid that if you know that I am a member of the Yan tribe, you will dislike me and loathe me..."

His voice was hoarse, the wound in his throat hadn't healed, and every word he spoke was in pain.

"I was very happy during those days. The more I cherished it, the more I was afraid of losing it, so I...I dare not..."

Ming Zhijin caressed his lips, making him swallow the next words.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. We can still be the same as before. As long as you don't leave me, I can always protect you and never let anyone commit you and bully you again. I will do what I say!"

Little did they know that these words were heard by Sui Chenyue outside the door, and said helplessly: "Naive..."

Afterwards, various matters concerning the succession of the new emperor were proceeding one after another. Perhaps Sui Chenyue really wanted to help him, so the first thing he started to prepare was to choose concubines and concubines to fill the harem.

The ladies and jaspers selected from Snow Misty City are all beautiful, virtuous and generous, or well-behaved, in short, it is enough to make someone feel the crisis.

Sui Chenyue deliberately placed Gu Qingzhou's residence in a side hall near the harem, which is far away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and can have a panoramic view of the dark tide in the harem.

So all kinds of rumors got into Gu Qingzhou's ears.

The new mistress said: "Although the emperor has not granted me a position, I believe it will not be long. As long as the emperor sees me, he will definitely let me live in the largest palace and wear the most beautiful clothes."

The little girl is in her teens, not yet an adult, so it is naive to have fantasies about the future.

The older concubine laughed at her: "Entering the palace is stepping into purgatory. Even if you look as beautiful as a fairy, you may not be favored by the emperor. Besides, people's hearts are changeable. When you get old, you will lose your original appearance. Will the emperor still spoil you?"

"That is, there is no heart in the deep palace. How do you get a foothold if you have no family background? Your father is just a small county magistrate, and he wants to compete with this lady? My father is the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment!"

"What's a little Shang Shulang? Sister Yun is the prime minister's daughter."

The little girl was pushed and taunted by other masters, and soon her dream was shattered, and she cried out sadly.

But in the deep palace, people are almost drowned in bitter water, so who cares about tears?

Gu Qingzhou sighed, walked among the crowd, pulled out the crying little girl, wiped away her tears, and comforted her softly: "Don't cry, it makes people feel distressed."

"But... my family background is not good, and my father sent me to the palace just because he wanted to honor my ancestors. How can I imagine that this place is also so cruel."

"Go back if you don't want to, you will be locked here for the rest of your life, you will be homesick."

"but……"

"It's nothing but, at least you still have a home to think about, unlike me... I have been homeless for a long time, and I have nowhere to live."

These words passed through the mouth of the years and passed into Ming Zhijin's ears. He felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and always wanted to meet him and comfort him.

But Sui Chenyue is a person who is good at playing hard to get. Not only did he not let him get his wish immediately, but he also entangled him in various affairs, so that the silk thread called worry was pulled longer and longer, tormenting him.

Ming Zhijin has never cared about trivial matters in the harem, as if he knows nothing about love.

It is good that he can come to visit. At that time, Gu Qingzhou didn't understand what the inheritance of the family meant to the Yumen of Tianxiang. The two still got along as they did when they first met. Unchanged.

Seeing the emperor doting on his concubines unintentionally, and running to a man all day long, people who are interested will always see some moths in their eyes.

During those days, Gu Qingzhou, who was recovering from his injuries, got very close to the newly promoted young master. Maybe he saw someone's shadow in her, so he often invited her to sit in the side hall and said something that could not be heard in the Xiaoqiang of the palace. to the story.

But not long after, the young master suddenly stopped visiting him, and even the maid sent to pay his respects did not come again. Gu Qingzhou was a little uneasy, and wanted to go out to visit, but was stopped by the side hall guards.

"The superintendent ordered me to wait for you to take care of the young master. If you have any needs, just ask. It's just this door, it's better not to come out."

Originally placed under house arrest in the name of taking care of her, although Gu Qingzhou was reluctant, she knew that it was not easy to keep her identity alive, so how could she dare to ask for more?

But even if he was isolated from the palace, he still heard the rumors very quickly.

"I heard that the young master of Guanju Palace seems to have committed suicide by throwing himself into the water. He was caught this morning, tsk tsk...that's miserable."

"Ah? That little lord, didn't he just get concubine Liang..."

"Hush! Shut up, you can't talk nonsense!"

Hearing the chatter of the maids who came to deliver the food, Gu Qingzhou couldn't sit still and asked what happened, but the maids who were afraid of getting into trouble didn't say a word.

With nothing to do, Gu Qingzhou rushed out to find someone in desperation. The surprise was that the gate guards didn't stop him this time. They looked at each other and went to report to Sui Chenyue.

Gu Qingzhou was worried and dared not speak, silently praying that God would not take away the person he cared about.

However, by the koi pond, when he saw the person covered by the white cloth, he knew that he had been abandoned by heaven again.

He walked over to the side of the dead little girl, looking at the hand exposed under the white cloth, with a white jade bracelet on her wrist.

She once said that it was a relic left by her mother when she passed away, and she has always cherished it.

But now...

Gu Qingzhou still couldn't believe the facts, he wanted to lift the white cloth with trembling hands, so as to see if that person was the girl he had a good conversation with recently.

But his hand was ruthlessly pushed away, and the maid who was never far from the girl knelt and kowtowed in front of him, until blood dripped from her forehead, and her pleading voice was ear-piercing.

"Young master, please be merciful, and leave a good name for the young master, please!"

reputation? ...It's ridiculous, people are dead, what do you want to be famous for?

Gu Qingzhou cruelly lifted off the white cloth wrapping the body, and when he saw the familiar face of the girl, his breath was stagnant, and his heart seemed to be in pain from being cut open by life.

"why……"

He stretched out his hand to the girl, wanting to touch the bruised fingerprints on her neck, but when he was pulled back, he suddenly broke down emotionally.

"She was killed! Can't you see that she was killed!!"

All the palace people present had numb expressions, only the belated Sui Chenyue shook his head at him.

"In the palace, there is no right and wrong."

"Ridiculous! It's only right to kill people with their lives!!"

"The ridiculous thing is you, if there really is such a thing as justice in the world, how could you be so down and out now!"

Sui Chenyue slapped Gu Qingzhou awake, seeing him questioning the old injury that tore his neck just now, now the bandage was bleeding again, a little distressed and unbearable, his tone eased a little.

"The deep palace is like this, if you can't turn a blind eye, you will be the next one to be sunk!"

It seemed ruthless, but Sui Chenyue still paid attention, guessing that Gu Qingzhou would be devastated because of this, and sent many court ladies who could speak well to relieve him.

But no matter how eloquent these palace people are, Gu Qingzhou only asked one sentence repeatedly.

"Why did she die, and who killed her?"

Finally, a little eunuch couldn't bear to hide the fact that he knew nothing about it, and took the opportunity of waiting for him to change his dressing to tell him the rumors in the palace.

"My servant heard that because the young master of Guanju Palace was too close to you, the good concubine read a book in front of the emperor on the charge of confusing the harem. The emperor didn't believe this, but it was rumored that the young master's reputation was punished. Her relatives also sent letters to the palace to accuse her of misbehavior, so I couldn't think about it for a while..."

"She was killed."

Gu Qingzhou quickly realized that his words would bring death to this little eunuch, and wanted to tell him not to wander around in the near future, but to stay by his side, but...

But when the disaster really came, could he keep others?

Gu Qingzhou laughed at himself, gave the little eunuch some rare things that Ming Zhijin would reward, and let him go. When Ming Zhijin finished his state affairs and came to see him, he saw that his injuries had not improved at all, and his body was getting weaker by the day. After inquiring deeply, I learned about what happened in the harem.

He questioned Sui Chenyue: "Why don't you talk about such a big thing! It's all nonsense about personal affairs, what kind of person he is, the widow will not know?! Why do others need to be held accountable!!"

Sui Chenyue did not back down, and every word was reasonable: "If you tell my emperor about these trivial matters one by one, you will not understand the overall situation. The most urgent thing for the emperor is to fill up the heirs, fill the heirs, and fill the heirs!! You dismissed the book from the Ministry of Rites and pretended not to see it." It's useless, as long as the slave still serves Tianxiang for a day, I will urge you to leave offspring for the Feathermen!!"

These words seem to be forcing Ming Zhijin to make a decision, but in fact they are telling Gu Qingzhou to remind him of the survival value of Jiu Chongtian leaving him alive, and let him understand his mission.

Ming Zhijin had never thought of using Gu Qingzhou to give birth to a child full of spiritual power. After hearing this, he thought that Sui Chenyue was simply interceding for the Ministry of Rites, and when he left, he slumped on the table with a half-dead character.

"National affairs, concubine giving birth, I knew it was so difficult to be the emperor, it would be better to be happy in the mountains. But in that case, maybe I won't be able to see you again. Thinking about it this way, the result is always good."

Ming Zhi is a big man now, even if he heard that a woman he had never met died in the harem, he didn't feel too much trouble in his heart.

And looking at him like this, Gu Qingzhou has mixed feelings in his heart.

He believed that Ming Zhijin had never had dirty thoughts about him, but he was able to stay by Ming Zhijin's side because of his talent, which was different from ordinary people, and he didn't make good use of it. He was afraid that this dream would soon be shattered.

He tentatively held Ming Zhijin, bit his lip, and struggled with how to speak.

"Maybe, you...can think about me."

Ming Zhijin was stunned for a moment, and looked back at him with puzzled eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm from the Yan tribe, but, can..."

"No, you are a human being, not a tool for reproduction!"

Gu Qingzhou was stunned by Ming Zhijin's drink.

Knowing that his tone was a bit harsh, Ming Zhi quickly softened his attitude, "Don't think too much, I just don't want to use you, including those concubines who were brought into the harem, if they didn't really want to be with me, I would never force them , let them go back at any time."

He sighed, stroking the dragon pattern on his cuff, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"I thought that if I became an emperor, I would be able to do whatever I want, but I didn't expect it to be unsatisfactory in every possible way. I know you care about that girl very much. I didn't protect her well. I'm sorry for her parents and you, but the matter of life and death is over. It is a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed, I can only promise to give her justice."

"At first I complained that you ignored the harem and left them to fend for themselves. I was wrong, and I need to say sorry to you."

"You are right. It is true that I evaded responsibility and caused the tragedy. I should bear the consequences, but I am more worried about you than others."

He took off the bandage on Gu Qingzhou's neck and wiped away the dried blood. The injury was still not optimistic. It was a miracle that the man could still speak.

Without saying a word, he put medicine on Gu Qingzhou and bandaged him, thinking that he wanted to let the man have a good rest, so he wanted to leave, but he was the first to speak and stay.

"Do you know why I care so much about that girl?"

"I don't know."

"Before this, I was indifferent to anyone I met. I have also seen the suffering refugees, but I have never felt compassion, because the extinction of the Yan people was caused by mortals. They despised, insulted, and even killed me. No one is worse than me in terms of misfortune. But that girl...he let me see myself who didn't know the pain in the past. I want to protect her and keep her away from the cruelty of the world for the rest of my life, but I...I still Couldn't help her."

Different from the records in the bamboo slips, the most authentic Yan people in Gu Qingzhou's mouth is actually a weak and powerless people.

Before the Jiuchongtian unified the Three Realms, they lived together in one place like the feathermen of Tianxiang, and they often communicated with the surrounding mortal villages, and communicated with each other when they came and went.

At first, they didn't know that their talents were different from ordinary people, and they were only admired because both men and women of the tribe had unmatched beauty. However, apart from the love for the purpose of intermarriage, some people also had unruly plans for the Yan tribe.

The appearance of the first conceived man made the Yan people mistakenly believe that there was a descendant cursed by the evil god in the clan. They executed their compatriots mercilessly, without even asking if he was hurt, and suffered unspeakable treatment.

And the cruelty to their own people fueled the confidence of the wicked, and more and more people were victimized, and finally made them realize that it might not be a single person who was cursed for doing evil, but the entire nation.

"This is retribution, the evil consequences that cannot be escaped for thousands of years, and they are the ones to blame."

There is only one short sentence for the evaluation of the ancestors.

Gu Qingzhou sighed for a long time, "We have deserved what we have suffered so far. I must thank you for your love and cherishment, which made me realize that you... are someone I can trust."

He lowered his head and approached Ming Zhijin, resting his forehead on his shoulder, hesitating for a long time before speaking out.

"If it's you, I can..."