This world is fantasy.
Duan Yue sat at King Jing's desk boldly, tilting his head and shaking his calves, watching him write a secret letter and pass it on non-stop.
Such a kind person like him has become a ghost.
A scheming and beautiful woman like Princess Jing became a prisoner on her wedding night.
And His Royal Highness Prince Jing, a good emperor of 24 filial piety, poisoned his most respected father, assassinated his most respected prince, imprisoned his closest third brother, and incidentally made his stupid seventh brother who knew nothing Kicked him to the prison of the Ministry of Justice - he was ambitious and ready to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.
The letters he is writing now, without exception, are treasonous plots of inciting the guards outside the city to force the palace and colluding with the eunuchs to forge the imperial decree.
Not long ago, he even threw his relative, the concubine, whom his Ming media was marrying, into the pile of wolves, forcefully forcing her to confess where the Chuan Kingdom Jade Seal was hidden.
This man has no heart at all. He has worked so hard to marry a woman just to ask a question, and then throw it away after asking.
He must be a broken sleeve.
Duan Yue deeply felt that he had caught the big trick of his master.
It's a pity, he is already dead, even if he went to the curb and yelled that King Jing would usurp the throne, no one would hear him.
Duan Yue sighed, still unwilling to give up, floated over to make faces in front of Prince Jing, and pointed his middle finger provocatively at him.
Prince Jing frantically paused, his beautiful eyes were slightly fixed, and he stared deeply at the hand in front of him.
Duan Yue was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand, thinking that he had seen it.
Unexpectedly, Prince Jing raised his eyes coldly in the next moment, and ordered outside: "Come in."
A dark guard came in silently, holding an old lotus-patterned wooden box in his arms.
It's Duan Yue's brother.
Duan Yue was stunned for a moment, their dark guards wore black clothes all the year round, and never appeared in other colors, but his brother's belt today was in onyx color, which was extremely out of harmony.
"Is it done?"
Prince Jing glanced over and noticed the conspicuous belt, so he didn't say much.
"Yes, according to the master's order, the body of Shi... Duan Yue has been burned." His brother didn't say much, and presented the wooden box, "Here are the ashes and little finger you asked for."
Prince Jing's expression didn't change, he flicked his wide sleeves, took the wooden box, and asked people to step back.
Duan Yue finally understood why he became a ghost.The master who killed thousands of knives actually burned his bones.Death does not give him peace.
He floated behind Prince Jing with a resentful face, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was so angry that he stared a hole in his back.
Prince Jing didn't realize it at all, and after sitting on the desk, he stopped writing his letter of treason, and just stared at the wooden box in his palm with lowered eyes, rubbing the pattern on the surface of the box with his fingertips, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Duan Yue felt strange, he didn't understand what he wanted this for, maybe even the ashes should be given to him.
Even the revenge of killing his father has never seen revenge so ruthless.
Prince Jing was not that mad, he pondered for a moment, took out the small porcelain bottle containing his ashes, and put it on his desk.
Duan Yue was even more puzzled.
On the book case, the inkstone is a priceless black gold inkstone, and the pen is a wolf's pen that is hard to find.A piece of paper is worth ten taels of silver, and a little ink is half a bowl of gold.Not to mention that the rest of the rare antiques are all priceless treasures, and even the black lacquered desk is carefully carved from pineapple wood, which is unparalleled in luxury.
Such a pile of dazzling treasures, but a humble and crude porcelain vase was mixed in, not to mention how weird and frightening.
King Jing didn't notice anything different, and even smiled at the urn, seeming to be in a good mood, folded his sleeves and picked up his pen, and continued his great cause of rebellion.
However, in two days, the court changed, and the officials of the six ministries changed hands. The cabinet party headed by the crown prince and the Dongchang line under the command of the third prince were both defeated.
In the 32nd year of Zhongcheng, the sage died of illness, and the empress proclaimed the decree on behalf of his fourth son, Prince Jing.The whole country mourns and wears mourning for three days.
Half a month later, King Jing ascended the throne, named Qile.
Because of mourning, the matter of setting up a queen was stranded.
Prince Jing was finally no longer a poor and pitiful Prince Jing, and now he was Emperor Qi Le above ten thousand people.
Standing beside him, Duan Yue watched with his own eyes as he ascended to the supreme position step by step.
The young promise came true, but he was already buried in the bones at the feet of King Jing.
On the day he entered the Forbidden City, Prince Jing also took his urn with him, and neatly placed it on the desk in the imperial study.
When the eunuch was serving, he thought it was some debris left by the people below, so he took it out and threw it away.He was dragged out and beaten to death with sticks.
He dispatched most of the palace's dark guards to search for three days and three nights, and finally found some broken porcelain pieces and ashes scattered all over the ground from a pile of pickled filth.
The servants below were terrified.
He was calm, and asked someone to get a new bottle, and stood there indifferently, staring at the hidden guard who gathered up the ashes and repacked them, and took them back in his pocket.
Uncertain, no one can figure out what the new emperor is thinking.
Duan Yue is the same.
When Prince Jing fell asleep, he lay on the head of the bed with his chin resting on his back, and stared at his new luxury house for a long while, full of doubts and no solution.
What exactly does the master want to keep his ashes?
Duan Yue sat at King Jing's desk boldly, tilting his head and shaking his calves, watching him write a secret letter and pass it on non-stop.
Such a kind person like him has become a ghost.
A scheming and beautiful woman like Princess Jing became a prisoner on her wedding night.
And His Royal Highness Prince Jing, a good emperor of 24 filial piety, poisoned his most respected father, assassinated his most respected prince, imprisoned his closest third brother, and incidentally made his stupid seventh brother who knew nothing Kicked him to the prison of the Ministry of Justice - he was ambitious and ready to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.
The letters he is writing now, without exception, are treasonous plots of inciting the guards outside the city to force the palace and colluding with the eunuchs to forge the imperial decree.
Not long ago, he even threw his relative, the concubine, whom his Ming media was marrying, into the pile of wolves, forcefully forcing her to confess where the Chuan Kingdom Jade Seal was hidden.
This man has no heart at all. He has worked so hard to marry a woman just to ask a question, and then throw it away after asking.
He must be a broken sleeve.
Duan Yue deeply felt that he had caught the big trick of his master.
It's a pity, he is already dead, even if he went to the curb and yelled that King Jing would usurp the throne, no one would hear him.
Duan Yue sighed, still unwilling to give up, floated over to make faces in front of Prince Jing, and pointed his middle finger provocatively at him.
Prince Jing frantically paused, his beautiful eyes were slightly fixed, and he stared deeply at the hand in front of him.
Duan Yue was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand, thinking that he had seen it.
Unexpectedly, Prince Jing raised his eyes coldly in the next moment, and ordered outside: "Come in."
A dark guard came in silently, holding an old lotus-patterned wooden box in his arms.
It's Duan Yue's brother.
Duan Yue was stunned for a moment, their dark guards wore black clothes all the year round, and never appeared in other colors, but his brother's belt today was in onyx color, which was extremely out of harmony.
"Is it done?"
Prince Jing glanced over and noticed the conspicuous belt, so he didn't say much.
"Yes, according to the master's order, the body of Shi... Duan Yue has been burned." His brother didn't say much, and presented the wooden box, "Here are the ashes and little finger you asked for."
Prince Jing's expression didn't change, he flicked his wide sleeves, took the wooden box, and asked people to step back.
Duan Yue finally understood why he became a ghost.The master who killed thousands of knives actually burned his bones.Death does not give him peace.
He floated behind Prince Jing with a resentful face, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was so angry that he stared a hole in his back.
Prince Jing didn't realize it at all, and after sitting on the desk, he stopped writing his letter of treason, and just stared at the wooden box in his palm with lowered eyes, rubbing the pattern on the surface of the box with his fingertips, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Duan Yue felt strange, he didn't understand what he wanted this for, maybe even the ashes should be given to him.
Even the revenge of killing his father has never seen revenge so ruthless.
Prince Jing was not that mad, he pondered for a moment, took out the small porcelain bottle containing his ashes, and put it on his desk.
Duan Yue was even more puzzled.
On the book case, the inkstone is a priceless black gold inkstone, and the pen is a wolf's pen that is hard to find.A piece of paper is worth ten taels of silver, and a little ink is half a bowl of gold.Not to mention that the rest of the rare antiques are all priceless treasures, and even the black lacquered desk is carefully carved from pineapple wood, which is unparalleled in luxury.
Such a pile of dazzling treasures, but a humble and crude porcelain vase was mixed in, not to mention how weird and frightening.
King Jing didn't notice anything different, and even smiled at the urn, seeming to be in a good mood, folded his sleeves and picked up his pen, and continued his great cause of rebellion.
However, in two days, the court changed, and the officials of the six ministries changed hands. The cabinet party headed by the crown prince and the Dongchang line under the command of the third prince were both defeated.
In the 32nd year of Zhongcheng, the sage died of illness, and the empress proclaimed the decree on behalf of his fourth son, Prince Jing.The whole country mourns and wears mourning for three days.
Half a month later, King Jing ascended the throne, named Qile.
Because of mourning, the matter of setting up a queen was stranded.
Prince Jing was finally no longer a poor and pitiful Prince Jing, and now he was Emperor Qi Le above ten thousand people.
Standing beside him, Duan Yue watched with his own eyes as he ascended to the supreme position step by step.
The young promise came true, but he was already buried in the bones at the feet of King Jing.
On the day he entered the Forbidden City, Prince Jing also took his urn with him, and neatly placed it on the desk in the imperial study.
When the eunuch was serving, he thought it was some debris left by the people below, so he took it out and threw it away.He was dragged out and beaten to death with sticks.
He dispatched most of the palace's dark guards to search for three days and three nights, and finally found some broken porcelain pieces and ashes scattered all over the ground from a pile of pickled filth.
The servants below were terrified.
He was calm, and asked someone to get a new bottle, and stood there indifferently, staring at the hidden guard who gathered up the ashes and repacked them, and took them back in his pocket.
Uncertain, no one can figure out what the new emperor is thinking.
Duan Yue is the same.
When Prince Jing fell asleep, he lay on the head of the bed with his chin resting on his back, and stared at his new luxury house for a long while, full of doubts and no solution.
What exactly does the master want to keep his ashes?
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