I hope to return to the country

The autumn wind was cold, and the withered and yellow leaves whirled and flew everywhere. There was a thick layer outside the gate of the imperial city, adding a sense of dilapidation to the majestic and magnificent palace walls.

Usually at this time of year, someone would have come to clean it up early so as not to disturb the view, but today a large group of people sat densely in this open space, and there was no way to do anything, so they could only leave it alone.

The emperor ordered the closure of the palace gates and martial law for dozens of days. He did not go to court or see his courtiers. He only asked people to send in the memorial and send it out after being corrected. Apart from that, he didn't even say a word.

The officials couldn't see the emperor, and they couldn't get a glimpse of the inside story, so they couldn't help guessing anxiously. Now there are soldiers and horses from all walks of life outside under the banner of King Jingqin, ready to move, and Luo Yuelin inside is holding the emperor hostage. His intentions are unknown. What happened at this juncture, and the crown prince didn't come back, wouldn't the capital be in danger?

If the new dynasty is not supported, and the country becomes the old dynasty before it is firmly established, these courtiers will become fish on the chopping board, and whether they live or die depends on the mood of the new king.

Therefore, whether it is for the sake of the community or for selfishness, they can no longer wait any longer. If the emperor is not in court for a day, they will just sit outside the palace for a day, without drinking or eating, without sleeping and resting, showing the momentum of remonstrance. The emperor and Luo Yuelin must be forced to show up.

According to the usual practice, no matter which dynasty this situation occurs, it is a very serious matter. Whether the emperor appeases and compromises, gets angry, reprimands, or orders to reprimand, he must show an attitude after all.

But seeing that they had been sitting here for a long time, the sun was almost setting, and there was still no movement from the emperor's side. He didn't even bother to tell them to send a servant to let them go back. Obviously, he didn't intend to pay attention to them at all.

"Not very good."

Someone sighed, looked at the minister of the Ministry of War with a worried face, and said, "If we continue to wait like this, I'm afraid that the rebels outside have not yet come, and the throne inside will have to be replaced. Should we think of a way?" , dispatch troops to attack the city, and rescue His Majesty?"

"No."

The Minister of Military Affairs shook his head, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Forcing the palace gate is considered treason. If we break in and find that His Majesty is doing well and doesn't accept our favor, then we will be regarded as rebels by the imperial guards in the palace and all of us will be executed on the spot."

"Things may not have reached the point where there is no turning point, or we should wait and see."

Another person said: "Luo Yuelin can only use the forbidden army now. Although he has a tiger talisman in his hand, most of the troops stationed in various places are the old troops of His Royal Highness. It is impossible for these people to work for him, once the prince comes back, he will be a grasshopper after autumn, and he will not be able to jump very high."

"But what if the prince doesn't come back?"

Bingbu Shangshu's face was still tense.

"Have you forgotten the rumors that the prince was attacked in Yancheng and died of serious injuries?"

The man was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Since it is a rumor, it must not be true. The prince is alert and brave, with extraordinary skills, and there are several elite feather guards under him, how could it be..."

"Why is it impossible?"

The Minister of War gave him a look.

"Didn't you notice that the crown prince has been silent since the rumor spread? If it's true, how could he allow Luo Yuelin to abolish the Eastern Palace Yuwei and deduct his empty salary?" He was indifferent to all kinds of provocations, and he didn’t even write a letter to His Majesty to appeal? Is it not because he didn’t want to, but because he was really powerless and couldn’t do it anymore?”

"This······"

Everyone around gasped, exchanged glances with complicated expressions, and were all thinking about each other in their hearts.

Although the garrisons in various places will take orders to suppress the rebellion, if the crown prince really fails, they will not let the country fall to the hands of outsiders. They will definitely help a puppet who can be easily controlled to become the emperor, so that they can continue to hold military power in their own hands.

Isn't Su Wang, a waste who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, the best candidate?

Speaking of which, didn't Luo Yuelin plan to marry his son to King Su before?Could it be that he was colluding with some force outside, and betting on King Su's treasure?

Quite a few thoughtful people have started to make excuses to change their clothes, got up one after another, ready to run away, and go to King Su or other dignitaries to find another way out.

"grown ups!"

A messenger on horseback came running from a distance, galloped out of the crowd, jumped off his horse and hurriedly ran to the Minister of the Ministry of War, clapping his hands to report.

"His Royal Highness has news! He is on his way back to Beijing."

"what?"

Immediately, someone stopped the legs that were about to move away, and they all looked over here.

"really?"

The Minister of the Ministry of War unconsciously let out a sigh of relief, and his frowns that were tightly frowned also relaxed, but he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "Is His Highness the Crown Prince in good health? He did not return to Beijing this time. I have been called, do you have anything to say to Your Majesty?"

For some reason, the messenger's expression was somewhat complicated.

"The prince should be in good health, but..."

"Qingjun's side?!"

The emperor looked in disbelief at the urgent report that had just been delivered to the palace, and after realizing it, he became furious, and threw the urgent report on the ground violently, the veins on his forehead popped out of anger, and he walked around like a headless chicken go.

"He's crazy! He's crazy! He's going to turn against me without even pretending? Instead of eradicating those rebellious rebels, he's joining them instead? This bastard! He's not afraid to play with fire*** ?!"

Luo Yuelin lowered his eyes, still looking at the remnant chess game with the emperor just now, his tone was as gentle and peaceful as usual, without any anxiety.

"The prince is not playing with fire and guns, but planning meticulously and breaking the boat. Instead of returning to Beijing without an order and being restrained everywhere, it is better to simply use the name of the Qing emperor and come back openly. First, you can block those who enter in the name of suppressing the rebellion. The mouths of the soldiers and horses in the capital made them have to stand on the side of the prince, otherwise they would be slapped in the face by themselves, and secondly, they could make His Majesty die as soon as possible, and the crime of murdering His Majesty will naturally be borne by me, a courtier. At that time, the prince put down the rebellion and got rid of the traitors without much effort, won the hearts of the people and successfully ascended the throne as emperor, isn't it what everyone expects, and the result is twice the result with half the effort?"

The emperor's face was ashen, his steps were frozen there, and he could not move for a long time as if rooted, but the hands hanging in the sleeves trembled slightly, the palms were wet and slippery with cold sweat, and he asked in a dry voice.

"Yanchu, aren't you afraid?"

Luo Yuelin raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the emperor, and smiled slightly.

"People are mortal, so what is there to be afraid of? At worst, I will jump off the gate of the palace city in front of everyone and finish it myself, so as not to be humiliated by being splashed with dirty water before dying, and embarrassing you too. .”

"no no!"

The emperor rushed over in a panic, grasped Luo Yuelin's arms, and said eagerly, "Yanchu, hurry up, you can take whatever you want from this palace, go outside and find someone Hide in the hiding place, don't let them find you, it's important to save your life first."

Luo Yuelin was startled for a moment, looking at his anxious forehead covered with sweat, there was a flash of emotion in his eyes, but then he returned to normal, and there was no trace of it.

"I won't go, I will stay here with His Majesty."

"Yanchu, you..."

"Your Majesty, stop persuading me."

Luo Yuelin gently freed his arm from the emperor's palm, got up and walked to the window, looked at the sunset outside, and said calmly: "I have been hiding my name for half my life, and I don't want to hide anymore, even if it is a sewer The mouse in the house should also have the right to see the light of day again. I want to live a vigorous life in this world, so that everyone in the world will always remember me.

The emperor stared blankly at his back, and murmured: "Yanchu, you seem to be carrying a lot of secrets and didn't tell me. Am I so unworthy of your trust?"

Luo Yuelin didn't deny it, but just chuckled inexplicably.

"Who in this world doesn't have a secret? Who would really trust another person without reservation? Even Your Majesty has a secret buried deep in his heart and refuses to tell me."

The emperor opened and closed his mouth, as if he had the urge to pour out everything, but in the end he gave up the idea, slumped on the chair, and let out a long sigh.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just afraid that you will be more dangerous if you find out, and I'm even more afraid...I'm even more afraid that you will think I'm shameless and despise me..."

Luo Yuelin looked sideways at the emperor, and suddenly smiled at him. The wind outside the window blew up his loose hair, making him look like ripples on an autumn lake, freehand and romantic.

"Your Majesty, in terms of shamelessness, you can't beat me."

On the day Qin Zhiyi and Ning Yuancheng left, Le Zhiyu hid in the room and did not go out to see them off.

It's not that I don't want to send it, but I dare not send it.

He was afraid that he would hold Qin Zhiyi in his arms and cry, and he was reluctant to let go. The mood he had finally stabilized a few days ago would collapse, which would embarrass him and make Qin Zhiyi worry. He couldn't help much. The only thing that can be done is not to hold back.

The days of separation were long and difficult every day, and Le Zhiyu did not suffer from lovesickness with long sighs.

After being depressed for a while, I quickly cheered myself up. In order to divert my attention, I arranged things full from morning to night, standing upright, boxing, practicing swords, reading, writing, drawing, and so busy. Like a small spinning top, full of energy and drive, he is completely different from the lazy young man who only knew how to do nothing and daydream in Wuyou Valley.

"It's no wonder that everyone says to start a career first and start a family." Mrs. Yang looked at her son who looked like a reborn son, feeling very moved.

This marriage is probably a pairing.

At dusk and sunset, Le Zhiyu wrestled with Su Yi and the others outside, covered in thin sweat, and just wanted to go back to the house to take a good bath and change clothes before having dinner, but when he stepped into the yard, he saw a Waiting there to make his unexpected acquaintance.

"Why are you here?!" He asked in surprise.