Jiang Qing

The hall hadn't been lit, and there was a lot of stagnation. Zhao Zhen sat alone on a high seat, staring at the old eunuch kneeling in front of him, his eyes were red, and his anger was suppressed in a low hoarse voice.

"What about people?"

Fushun, who has always been docile, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and did not answer. His back was already glued to the cloth with dripping blood, with red and black welts and brand marks faintly showing. The flesh was bloody.

"Where's Bai Bingchen's corpse?" Zhao Zhen stepped down, stepped on Fushun's back, pressed his toes into his wound and rubbed repeatedly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm asking you a question! Where are people!"

"Your Majesty...don't be angry for a criminal..." Fushun's mouth and nose ooze blood, he has no strength to resist, and obediently let Zhao Zhen trample himself under his feet, "The servant has... dealt with it for His Majesty Alright...the dead body of the guilty minister has been sent to the Immortality Field...his ashes will be sent to the White Mansion, Your Majesty need not worry..."

"You!" Zhao Zhen was frightened and angry, and kicked him hard on the waist. Fushun spit out a mouthful of blood immediately, but he still showed bloody teeth, and crawled to Zhao Zhen with difficulty, hugging his feet.

"How dare you! Without my will, how dare you do it privately..." Zhao Zhen just got off the court, and wanted to take another look at Bai Bingchen's body, but was told that he was dragged away by Fushun's order, and said it was his will.

His will?Zhao Zhen himself didn't know where Bai Bingchen was dragged, what was his will!

"The old slave's loyalty is all... for His Majesty!" Fushun hugged Zhao Zhen's leg tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bai Xiang's body can't just go back to the White Mansion. There are many students under him, and Bai Xiang was bestowed to death by His Majesty." In...the court, the hearts of the students all over the world will be chilled...The slave is just taking care of the funeral for His Majesty...As long as there are no traces on the corpse, there will be no excuses..."

"Hehe." Zhao Zhen sneered twice, kicked Fushun's hand away, he squatted down, pinched the old eunuch's chin, his hands were shaking with anger, "You tell me, I have already told Bai Qingzhi in the court. Sin, how do you want to hide it? How do you want to keep your tongue out? Don't pretend to be good for me, you know who your master is, and you know better than anyone else. "

Zhao Zhen was on the verge of collapse, he didn't choose what to say, and said anything.

"Your master is so afraid of Bai Qing. Even if he died, he would not leave his whole body, right? Why didn't he let you poison me to death? Now I have nothing, isn't it his honor? When it’s time to become a great treasure, let him come, let him come and kill me! Go! Go and tell him that I’m not the emperor anymore, let him come and kill me!”

Zhao Zhen strangled him by the neck, his eyes were filled with hatred, watching Fushun's face flushed and then purple, gradually his breathing became weak, his mouth that could not be closed was overflowing with blood, dripping onto Zhao Zhen's clean Su Bai's hand was so irritating that Zhao Zhen's eyes became even redder.

Bai Bingchen had been protecting him all the time, telling him to sit on the throne cleanly, but now that he had only been away for half a day, Zhao Zhen's hands were stained with blood, and he was no longer the same as before.

Slowly, Zhao Zhen let go of his hand, and smiled sadly in a low voice, his tone full of self-mockery.

"You are the one left to me by my mother and concubine. I have taken precautions against you, but I have never doubted you..." Zhao Zhen sighed, and sat on the ground, covering half of his face decadently, "When did you betray me?" mine?"

Fushun was originally the leading eunuch in the palace of Zhao Zhen's mother and concubine. Zhao Zhen's mother and concubine were soft-tempered and not favored by the late emperor. After being neglected for so many years, she was able to survive because she had a loyal, tactful and intelligent eunuch.Afterwards, his mother and concubine died of illness, so he left Fushun to Zhao Zhen, who was fighting for the throne. Fushun knew all the secrets of the palace well. Relying on him, Zhao Zhen, who had been derailed from the court, quickly figured out the in-law bond in the harem. .

After Zhao Zhen ascended the throne, Fushun took care of everything in the palace. Whether it was the eunuchs who dismissed the palace immediately after he ascended the throne, or the women sent into the palace by the family later, they were all controlled by Fushun.

He usually smiles, but does things neatly and simply. It can even be said that this old eunuch has been by his side and his mother's concubine long before Bai Bingchen persuaded Zhao Zhen to win the heir.

Zhao Zhen's trust in him can be seen. No one in the palace knew his status beside Zhao Zhen. That's why Zhao Zhen was relieved to tell him about the most secret "fake poisoned wine". In the field, the people below did not hesitate at all.

Years of trust is like a slap in the face of Zhao Zhen, but under the anger of being teased, Zhao Zhen can still regain a sliver of reason - if Fushun has always been a member of the Fudi Pavilion, then he is not at all. Can't get on the throne.

There have been so many moments of life and death over the years, if Fushun wants to harm him, there are plenty of opportunities to do it, why wait until this time.

When did it start...Zhao Zhen searched for his abnormalities in his mind, and suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Fushun fell ill, and after that, his apprentice Shuangxi was serving nearby. Something was wrong, and he looked sick... Could it be that he had betrayed himself since then?

"What Your Majesty said...don't you understand?" Fushun lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and didn't answer his question directly, saying: "This servant just serves His Majesty wholeheartedly, and every time he does his best...to do things for His Majesty."

"Oh, every time?" Zhao Zhen sneered.

"Every time." Fushun said gently, without a trace of hesitation, "So Your Majesty is angry again... For the sake of the old slave's service for many years, don't hurt the old slave's apprentice. This matter has nothing to do with him."

"No connection at all?" Zhao Zhen had a bad breath in his heart. He was deeply saddened by Bai Bingchen's incident, and resentful because of being betrayed by someone close to him. When he was still speaking for a young eunuch, Zhao Zhen suddenly Unable to suppress his anger, he cursed: "You don't know what kind of guy he is? He dared to make money in the hands of the dead in the dark marriage case. He is an unruly and heartless thing. It's true that you are a traitor like you." Master and apprentice! He listens to you the most, I keep him by my side, is it waiting for a second you!"

"Come here!" Zhao Zhen was in a rage, and directly called the guards to come in, "Fushun deceived the emperor and was sentenced to be hanged. His apprentices and close relatives were all killed, and all palaces and courtyards went to watch the punishment as a warning. Xiaoyou!"

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The hall was empty again, Zhao Zhen sat on the ground slumped, and ordered no one to come in.

He hadn't been in the water since the morning. What happened that day was so sudden that he lost two of his closest people at once, and his whole body was still shrouded in darkness. He had a severe headache, but he didn't cry The imperial doctor came to take a look at his thoughts.

That is, this little pain allowed him to barely wake up, think about the current situation, and feel that he was still alive.

Now that Bai Bingchen's matter, he has ordered it to not be circulated in the palace, Bai Zijin is about to give birth, he dare not make any mistakes at this time, so he has to watch carefully.Fortunately, after Bai Zijin was pregnant, she was lazy and didn't walk around the palace very much, otherwise Zhao Zhen really couldn't guarantee that she could hide it from her.

Bai Zijin was very selfish, and Zhao Zhen could already foresee that if she knew that Bai Bingchen died at his hands in the future, the two of them would have no room for change.

But at this moment, Zhao Zhen still didn't care about how to repair the relationship with Bai Zijin, because now the court has lost the double phase, and it has become a mess.

According to the possibility that Bai Bingchen had analyzed with himself before, now that both sides are lost, this is the best opportunity for Emperor Fudi to attack. At this time, whoever gathers party members in the court, who can't help showing the limelight, that person is the biggest suspect.

Although Zhao Zhen didn't have any capable people at present, he was still afraid that the turtle with a shrunken head would not make a move, and would not take the lead. After all, the Shenyang Army in the Northland was still there, and Zhao Zhen had no intention of recalling them.

So Zhao Zhen had already ordered Tong Shen to take Wu Du's elite to receive the Shenyang Army. He showed his trump card and sent him thousands of miles away.Zhao Zhen was betting that the instigator of the bet had been staring at Wu Du, and his ultimate goal was to cut off his own wings step by step. Now he cut off his retreat and sent away the last sharp blade, just like a beast showing its softest, most tender With a fragile belly, he was luring that person to make a move.

Zhao Zhen calmed down, got up from the cold ground, and searched for a list that Bai Bingchen had left on the messy desk. There were about two dozen names on it, all of whom he suspected.

Most of Bai Bingchen's ruthlessness was for himself, but he refused to kill any courtiers by mistake. These days, there was no suitable time to investigate, so he only left this list. Zhao Zhen wanted to find it out, and waited. Someone in the DPRK took the lead to make a comparison.

Zhao Zhen searched for a long time, but couldn't find the list, but stopped when he touched a painting scroll lying on the corner of the table. He stopped searching, and slowly opened the painting.

It was the one painted by the new painter in the palace on the first day of the first month of last year in the pavilion. In the painting, four people were laughing at Yan Yan. In the painting, there is still a happy scene, but now it can only be used as a tribute, and there is no sound to the painting.

At that time, they were still waiting for the arrival of the spring day with hope, full of longing to be able to conquer the sky. They will definitely be able to get rid of the oracle that the Li Kingdom has declined for 300 years, and they will be able to completely step on the Fudi Pavilion and usher in their peaceful and prosperous age. .

Now a year has passed, but heaven and man are separated forever, and things are different.

Zhao Zhen caressed the people in the painting for a long time, and described over and over again their brows stretched and their lofty sentiments at that time. His heart throbbed, and he couldn't think of any political affairs in his mind. It was as chaotic as magma rolling over. , hot pain and worrying.

"Bring wine." Zhao Zhen murmured in a low voice, but there was no response from the empty hall.

"Bring the wine!" Zhao Zhen yelled violently, and a young eunuch hurried in from the palace door, was stunned for a moment, then rolled to fetch the wine.

The little eunuch moved more than a dozen altars in lightly, causing Zhao Zhen to stare at the scroll in his hand absent-mindedly. Kong Kong waved at him, and immediately retreated as if he was afraid of touching the dragon scales.

Zhao Zhen opened a jar of wine, took a sip from the jar, respected the void, and said with a smile, "Come and drink with me."

In the emptiness and silence, there was only the sound of him swallowing, and Zhao Zhen leaned over the scroll, laughing softly.

[-]. The smell of alcohol was lingering all night, he trapped himself in the hall [-]. Sleepless night, he invited every corner of the hall, but he couldn't call the wandering souls who left to drink together.

The scattered wine jars rolled on the ground, Zhao Zhen slipped and fell, and fell to the ground.

"Tearing——" A clear sound of paper cracking brought Zhao Zhen, who was half drunk and half awake, back to reality. A poem he wrote in ink when he was drunk last night:

Evening mist still rests on the top of the golden palace, and the long wind sends people from the past far away.

Ten years of misfortune, lost relatives and friends, everywhere in the cold winter can not see spring.

Carrying my rivers and mountains, the sky is lingering, and the king is tired of being sick and suffering.

Qianqiu Molu restrains the destiny of heaven, and the old world is alone in the past and present.

I didn't know what to say yesterday when I was in a daze, but today I wake up from a dream and read every word to my heart.

The pen and ink are dry, and the scroll is half destroyed.

Zhao Zhen recalled the day when he worshiped the twin prime ministers. He saw Bai Bingchen and Mei Shaohua dressed in clothes and imprinted in front of the hall. The bright sun was shining and the autumn moon was shining.

Now he looked at the white sky outside the hall, the overflowing mist was misty, and he couldn't see the morning sun.

The moon set last night, and the sun has not risen today.

His sun and moon fell together.