Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

The so-called history and truth have always been written by the victorious superiors, just like now.

Xi Yan saw with his own eyes that someone hastily opened the door of the emperor's bedroom, and a court lady crawled out of it, shouting.

"The Supreme Emperor has passed away, the Supreme Emperor has passed away."

Standing in the dark, Xi Yan clenched her fists tightly.

Back then, my mother was killed by this woman, and now my father is still killed by this woman.

For the first time, he never argued, but he had the idea of ​​wanting to fight, and let this woman control the government?

Some time ago, he saw with his own eyes that someone said that the queen mother's mother's family was dominant, disregarding human life, and even those officials dared to assassinate at will.

Most importantly, she was so courageous that she felt that General Pei Shuo was seriously ill, so she sent someone to assassinate General Pei Shuo.

Thanks to Pei Mu, this did not allow her to succeed.

The forced robbing of civilian women caused the common people to almost avoid the Queen Mother's family, going up to the entire imperial city and going down to other places.

Her hands stretched out longer and longer, and she didn't care whether the people lived or died.

Some imperial physicians and officials rushed over in a panic, Xi Yan finally came out from the shadows, and walked slowly towards the open palace door.

Every step is extremely firm, even though he really had no idea about the throne and power before.

Now, for the sake of the common people in the world, this fang must be pulled out, otherwise sooner or later the entire Yan country will be completely destroyed.

Walking up the steps in front of the hall step by step, Xi Yan felt so heavy for the first time.

He is the emperor, and he bears the world on his shoulders.

Standing outside the main hall, looking at the court ladies and eunuchs kneeling on the ground in the hall, they walked slowly across the threshold to the inner hall.

Before entering the inner hall, low weeping was heard, accompanied by the empress dowager's cry.

Xi Yan bypassed the palace servants kneeling in the inner hall. Those people were all crying with their heads down, but how sincere were they?

The bright dragon robe brushed across the corners of everyone present, and walked to the bed of the Supreme Emperor, looking at the heartbroken woman lying on the bed and crying.

There was still no expression on Xi Yan's face, and the woman looked up at him at this moment.

"Yu'an, your father is gone." She cried so much that she almost fainted, her face was covered with tears.

Xi Yan lowered her eyes to hide the emotion in her eyes, and she still looked obedient.

"My mother's condolences."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the Supreme Emperor's hand, and saw that his hand was clenched into a fist, and his figure was a little stiff.

A pair of eyes have been closed, but no matter how you look at him, you can feel his appearance, as if he died of being overwhelmed by anger.

Xi Yan knelt down in front of his bed slowly, raised her hand to hold his hand, her heart felt uncomfortable.

He didn't have any feelings for his father, but he still couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Yu'an, don't be too sad, the funeral has to be arranged."

"Everything is arranged by the queen mother." Xi Yan lowered her eyes.

Seeing him like this, the Empress Dowager's eyes flashed with satisfaction, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, stood up and looked at the people behind her.

"The Supreme Emperor passed away. The whole country mourned for one month, fasted and bathed, and were not allowed to marry. All the court elders were urgently summoned to the palace to discuss matters, and the princes who were far away in the fief were notified to come back for the funeral."

She ordered these things with ease, as if she had already prepared for it.

This day was planned early in the morning. After he successfully ascended the throne, the Supreme Emperor became a burden.

Naturally, it was impossible to stay, Xi Yan knelt in front of the bed with her head down, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I really feel that he is a puppet, so I have no intention of telling him these things.

Xi Yan knelt in front of the bed all night, watching those people changing the clothes and grooming the late emperor, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.

Obviously those things need to be asked about him, and those problems have to be handled by him, but now these things can't be decided by him at all.

The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous I felt. It was dawn, and I heard the sobbing of those people outside.

How many people really cry?

He stood up slowly, because he knelt for too long, he staggered, and someone came up to help him immediately, and he raised his hand to stop him.

Every step he moved, his knees were sore, and he bent slightly, he walked towards the outside of the hall little by little while leaning on the wall.

Walking all the way to the gate of the main hall, he stood in front of the gate to relax for a while, and then straightened his back.

Stepping out of the threshold in front of him, he changed his usual appearance, now he is a superior, as long as he steps out of this door, he is the emperor.

The yellow robe crossed the threshold, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his hands were behind his back, even though his knees were sore, he still walked very steadily with every step.

Almost in the crowd, he recognized the person kneeling below at a glance.

Pei Mu...

He knelt straight on the ground, and when he came out, there was still concern in his eyes, until he met his eyes.

Xi Yan slightly hooked the corners of her lips, as if nothing had changed between them, but it seemed that nothing could go back.

The funeral of the former emperor was going on, and at this time Pei Shuo was also seriously ill. Before the sick bed, he held Pei Mu's hand and promised him that he could leave Pei's mansion.

He can go wherever he wants, just let him be happy, and he will also leave the imperial capital and go back to his hometown to live his life.

Now that the court is controlled by the queen mother, she will deal with the Pei family sooner or later, but it is better to stop the loss in time.

It was also at this time that Pei Mu knelt in front of Pei Shuo's window and asked in a muffled voice.

"Then... what should His Majesty do?"

Pei Shuo looked at Pei Mu with his old eyes, and finally sighed softly.

"If my body is not like this, I can also help him. I'm afraid it won't work now, and I can only look at him."

Pei Mu slowly grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, and he hung his head for a long time without answering.

"Mu'er, if you want to leave, you can leave in a few days, and I will resign as my father as soon as possible."

Pei Mu lowered his head and opened his mouth several times, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

He pursed his lips and knelt in front of Pei Shuo's bed for a long time without moving.

Pei Shuo was also a little puzzled, "Don't you always dislike the Pei family holding you?"

After saying that, Pei Shuo felt a tickle in his throat, and couldn't help coughing violently.

After coughing, his face turned red, and his throat became even more fishy and sweet. He stood up suddenly and tried hard to cover his mouth.

But still spat out a mouthful of blood, Pei Mu frowned anxiously, looking at his father's gray temples.

It was also at this time that he realized that when he went out to cause trouble when he was a child, he would always sit in the lobby with a ruler and wait for him to come back.

His father, who would beat him with a ruler, had reached the end of his life, and he gritted his teeth and tried hard not to cry out.

It took him a long time to find his own voice, and he spoke hoarsely.

"Is it true that His Majesty has no one to help him, and the whole world must be carried by him alone?"

Pei Shuo calmed down a little, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a brocade handkerchief, and was still a little breathless and weak when speaking.

"This is a matter of the court, and has nothing to do with you."

"Daddy...I want to help him."