Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

With a "poof", Emperor Guangxi spattered out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood remaining in his throat blocked his throat, and he kept making strange hoarse breathing sounds, unable to even utter a single clear word.

"Father, what do you want to say?" The smile on Xiao Shen's face became more and more strange, "Do you want to talk about the relationship between father and son?"

Of course Emperor Guangxi couldn't answer, he was like a dying fish, his breath was full of pain.

"Actually, when I was still young, I hoped from the bottom of my heart that my father would occasionally think of me as a son." Xiao Shen paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent, "Once I sneaked out of the cold palace, just in time for the deposed prince On his birthday, you lovingly stroked his head and gave him a priceless birthday gift, but when you saw me, your eyes instantly turned to disgust, as if I had stained your eyes. You angrily scolded the palace servants loudly, scaring the palace People pushed and shoved me back to the cold palace, and I broke my knee on the way, which hurt for several days."

He turned to face Emperor Guangxi, and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, on the day of the abolished prince's birthday, I personally tortured him to death with skin cramps, and then burned his bones to ashes—don't get excited, Father, isn't it you too?" Did you acquiesce, just like you acquiesced to everyone in the palace, you can wantonly bully me."

Emperor Guangxi panted with difficulty: "Scare...scare..."

"Later I understood why, as a prince, I lived a life like a pig and a dog. It turned out that everything was bestowed by my father." The smile on Xiao Shen's lips disappeared, and his voice became more and more cold. "For so many years, you first hoped that I would die in the cold palace, and then you expected me to die on the battlefield. Unfortunately, not only did I survive, but I was about to board the dragon chair. After all the tricks and painstaking efforts, I was the one who won in the end , you must be very unhappy, right?"

He leaned down slightly, his dark and cold eyes had no warmth, "Your country, your throne, is worthless to me. Now that it is in my hands, guess what I will do next? "

"You..." Emperor Guangxi stared at the prince who was about to succeed to the throne, with black blood pouring out of his mouth.

"It's fine if you don't die with peace in your eyes. You have to go to hell full of resentment and unwillingness to reunite with the three souls of Zhao Family 210." This time, Xiao Shen smiled happily from the bottom of his heart, "In the [-]th floor of hell, watch me carefully, Royal father."

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Guangxi opened his eyes wide and took his last breath.

"Puchi—" Xiao Shen couldn't restrain himself, and burst out laughing, "Why did he die so funny hahahahahaha..."

He was out of breath from laughing, and soon he heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and his presumptuous laughter stopped in an instant.

There was a knock on the door, and it was the familiar clear voice: "Xiao Qi, I'm coming in."

After a while, Shen Qingzhuo pushed the door open and entered, only to see a tall and straight young man standing in front of the dragon couch in a daze.

He frowned slightly, and walked quickly to the bed, "When did you die?"

"Just now..." Xiao Shen suddenly woke up like a dream, and looked at Mr. in a blink of an eye, bewildered and helpless, "Mr...."

Shen Qingzhuo took a step forward, raised his hand to embrace the young man into his arms, and patted his broad back comfortingly, "I saw you for the last time, and you have nothing to do with him."

As the emperor of the Dayong Dynasty, Emperor Guangxi was not unscrupulous in his life, but he was never worthy of being the father of his youngest son.

The current situation is the best ending for them.

The door of the Zichen Palace was wide open, and Eunuch Pan raised his high-pitched voice: "Your Majesty, you have passed away—"

The heavy and long death knell sounded, and it looked particularly sad and desolate in the cold and desolate winter night.

Kneeling on the ground inside and outside the palace, the mournful cries that could not be distinguished from the real ones kept coming and going.

At the same time, the sound of the death knell spread to the remote cold palace, awakening the sleeping Concubine Zhao.

She sat up with disheveled hair, listened carefully to the sound of the death knell, and suddenly laughed like crazy: "Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang! You have finally gone down! Go down and kowtow to my father and mother to apologize! Hahahahaha..."

The crazy laughter startled the crows outside the window, she laughed so hard that she rolled on the couch, her tears flowed from her laughter, her voice was hoarse, and finally she returned to the dead silence like a corpse.

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At the beginning of the 29th year of Guangxi, the first emperor died, and the prince of the East Palace was ordered to inherit the Datong.

Shen Fenglan was summoned to Beijing for the funeral in place of his father, King Zhenbei. Early in the morning, Shen Qingzhuo stood outside the city gate to welcome General Shenwu.

"It's cold, my lord should wait in the carriage." Kong Shang couldn't help persuading, "In case you get frozen..."

Shen Qingzhuo wrapped the fox fur around her body tightly, "It doesn't get in the way."

He hadn't seen the majestic elder brother of the original owner with his own eyes, and he was really curious in his heart after only passing through a few letters.

Not long after, the sound of rumbling horseshoes sounded far away, and a tall and strong black horse galloped forward, and then neighed in the dust flying all over the sky.

The horses behind him stopped immediately.

Shen Qingzhuo covered her lips and coughed twice, then raised her eyes to look at the strange man in riding clothes on the horse.

Standing eight feet tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, he is heroic and majestic, like an eagle soaring in the sky, and like a sharp sword that kills thousands of troops on the battlefield.

There is not even a trace of resemblance to his own appearance.

"Xiao Zhuo." Shen Fenglan jumped off the horse, looked him up and down with sharp black eyes, and said with a hint of emotion in his tone, "After six years, you have grown up."

"Big brother." Shen Qingzhuo greeted lightly, with no warm expression on his face, "The pommel horse is tired, big brother will come with me to the palace to meet the saint first, and you can also take a rest early."

"Okay." Shen Fenglan handed over the reins to the lieutenant behind him, and got into the carriage with his long-lost brother.

During the death of the first emperor, all the kings have not yet returned to their fiefs, especially His Highness King Qin, who is always eyeing the movements of the palace.

And Shen Qingzhuo had foreseen this situation a long time ago, he wrote a secret letter and sent it to Youbei years ago, now no one can figure out how many troops the Great General Shenwu brought to Beijing, let alone dare to act rashly.

After Shen Fenglan entered the palace, he immediately went to the coffin of Emperor Daxing, and respectfully and solemnly bowed down three times and kowtowed nine times.

Soon, the new emperor, who had not ascended the throne, summoned General Shen in the Imperial Study Room, and after a secret talk, Mr. Shen personally arranged for his elder brother.

When there were only two brothers left in the room, Shen Fenglan frowned, and blamed him: "Xiao Zhuo, you are too risky."

Shen Qingzhuo replied calmly: "If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. Fortunately, my luck is not bad."

"At the beginning when we sent you to Beijing, my father and I only hoped that you would be safe and sound, and never imagined the current situation at all." Shen Fenglan stared at him seriously, "Brother, I only ask you a question, can you think of a way out for yourself?"

Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is the way of retreat that elder brother refers to?"

"Do you need a big brother to give you an example of the master of meritorious deeds and the killing of a donkey?" Shen Fenglan said in a stern tone, "Nowadays, all the civil and military courts in the court know that you, Mr. Shen, personally supported the king of Jin to the throne of God, and the Shen family How long do you think the new emperor can tolerate you?"

"Don't worry, brother, I will never drag the Shen family down." Shen Qingzhuo smiled slightly, "When it's time to disappear, I will disappear without a trace."

Shen Fenglan was stunned, trying to slow down his tone: "You know that big brother doesn't mean that, big brother is just worried about your safety."

"As elder brother said, how can I not find a way out for myself?" Shen Qingzhuo turned around, his tone still indifferent, "Elder brother is willing to enter Beijing today, and Xiao Zhuo is very grateful. After the new emperor ascends the throne, elder brother will return to Youbei immediately , in the future, I will never implicate my father and brother."

***

As soon as the late emperor's funeral was over, Dayong ushered in the joyful day of the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

At three quarters of Yin time, Shen Qingzhuo woke up early, washed up and walked to Chengqian Palace.

At this time, in the emperor's bedroom, Xiao Shen was standing in front of the bronze mirror, looking indifferently at the yellow figure of Daoming in the mirror, and beside him was a black and gold embroidered dragon robe symbolizing supreme power.

The palace people waiting in the hall were breathless, and no one dared to step forward boldly to remind the new emperor that it was time to change clothes.

"Xiaoqi—no, Your Majesty." Until Master Shen stepped into the bedroom, he broke the silence with a smile, "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"Sir came just in time, I prepared a python robe for him." The new emperor smiled instantly, turned around and waved his hand, and the little eunuch immediately presented him with the big red python robe.

"Mister is not a prince or nobleman, what kind of python robe is he wearing?" Shen Qingzhuo joked with a smile, "Furthermore, today's protagonist is the Holy One, so I don't dare to steal the limelight from the Holy One."

"Sir is not a prince or nobleman, sir is an emperor's teacher above ten thousand people." Xiao Shen stretched out his hand directly, and pulled him in front of him, "Sir, change my clothes for me."

Shen Qingzhuo smiled helplessly, and worked tirelessly to dress the new emperor neatly, carefully unfolding every crease on the embroidered dragon robe.

"Does it look good?" Xiao Shen stared down at the husband the whole time, with a smile on his voice, "Do you like it, sir?"

Shen Qingzhuo picked up the gold-encrusted jade belt from the tray, clasped his arms around his thin waist, and prepared to fasten the belt for him, "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, sir."

The next moment, a hot hand held Xue's wrist, stopping his movement.

"It's very important." The dark and gloomy eyes looked into his eyes without blinking, "I will only like it if my husband likes it."

Shen Qingzhuo laughed, thinking that he is the emperor, why is the little apprentice still so childish.

"I like it." He coaxed in a low voice as if compromising, "This dragon robe is handsome and majestic, it suits you very well."

Fingertips rubbing against the thin skin on the snowy wrist, Xiao Shen finally let go of his hand, allowing the gentleman to fasten his belt for him, and said with a smile: "It's my turn to change the clothes for the gentleman."

The little eunuch who was serving beside him did not dare to lift his head, and held the big red python robe with both hands respectfully.

Shen Qingzhuo stretched out his arms and let the new emperor change his clothes.

But soon, he noticed something strange.

The young man's hands were stroking his shoulders, neck, arms, chest, back, and even his sensitive waist inch by inch.

Even though he was separated by layers of clothes, the heat from those big hands seemed to be able to penetrate the embroidered boa robe, so hot that he couldn't help but dodge back.

"Don't move, sir." Xiao Shen quickly raised his hand to palm the back of his neck, and pulled him into his arms, "The boa robe is not finished yet."

The warm breath fell on the ears, and a layer of blush appeared at the base of the fair ears instantly, and even the whole body trembled slightly.

"Xiaoqi..." Shen Qingzhuo vaguely felt that the little apprentice was different today, and said in a somewhat bewildered tone, "Your dressing technique is too slow, sir, you should do it yourself."

"Where to dawdle?" Xiao Shen rested his superior chin on the soft neck, and said meaningfully, "I just enjoy... the pleasure of dressing my husband."

Of course, it will be another wonderful fun to take off one by one with your own hands.

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