The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

He, Shanglu, a loyal minister of two generations, who was ranked first in Tan Sanyuan on the list, was praised as the sage of my dynasty, the first of Shang Gong, but now he has ended up being persecuted by eunuchs.

"Master Shang still has the strength to insinuate." He sat on the grand master's chair and said with a smile, the lid of the food box was opened by Wei Ying, and there were three dishes and one soup, still steaming.

Wang Wanyi firmly believed in a truth, the way of conspiracy is to step on the corpse to go up to the bloody wind, different positions mean different ways and not to conspire with each other.

"Scheme? Mr. Shang really ruined this official. This official is just a little clever. The only difference is that he has a cruel heart. Compared with a wise saint like you, he can't stand on the stage. The eunuch has no descendants and can pursue What? The inexhaustible banknotes, the power of one person under one person and over ten thousand people. After going through the dead end, Wang Zheng understood one thing. If someone rapes me, I will be more rape than others, and if others are greedy, I will be more rape than others. Greed, this is the way of an eunuch, live a long life, Mr. Shang."

There are four big dishes on the official table, roasted duck feet, steamed bear feet, stir-fried chicken feet, and a pig's feet yam soup.

He filled a bowl of soup, stood up with the bowl and walked towards Shanglu. The only master who could make him Wang Zhengbu's dishes was the Holy One. Shanglu should really be grateful.

"Is Master Shang hungry?" He raised his eyebrows with a smile in his tone.

Shang Luhong focused his eyes, and his face, which was usually like the breeze of the moonlight, was ferocious, and he hated Wang Wan deeply.

He tried his best, but his body was bound tightly, he couldn't move and the pain was piercing.

"It seems that Mr. Shang is not hungry, what a pity."

The blue-and-white porcelain bowl was tilted, and Wang Wanyi poured hot soup on Phytophagophyta's scorched feet. The nerves in the feet were necrotic and the bones were rotten. He had lost consciousness for a long time, but this humiliation was a thousand times more painful than any pain. ten thousand times.

"Mr. Shang, how long can you persist in such a hard struggle? You really can't think of yourself as the reincarnation of the Daluo Immortal." He narrowed his eyes, handed the bowl in his hand to Wei Ying, and said in a negotiable manner.

"As long as you confess the remaining forces behind King Heng, perhaps I can let you happily reunite with Liu Yi underground."

"Whether Shang Lu colluded with King Heng, isn't Wang Gong clear? Cough..." Shang Lu coughed a few more times, and blood flowed from his mouth. Now his heart and arteries are all damaged, and his body is like a broken candle. .

"Shang dies today, even if he turns into an evil ghost in the future, he will cut you into pieces, eat meat and drink blood!"

He shouted with the last bit of strength, but looked up at the sky and saw only the dark, dark dungeon, he laughed at himself, the tongue was sweet and blood gushing.

Wang Wanyi noticed the abnormality, and stretched out her hand to pinch his chin, half of his tongue was gone.

The scenes he had seen, the countless people who couldn't bear the punishment and committed suicide in front of him, had long been familiar to him.

The cold corpses were carried out, and a piece of white cloth could give them the last respect. Without a soul body, the only destination was the wilderness of uncollected corpses.

In the same year, Wang Dushang turned to Admonish Zhu Zhaoyan, set up martial arts, township and general examinations, learned the rules of literature and literature, and vigorously supported the poor talents of military generals.

In the year of the weak crown, Wang Zheng eradicated dissidents, poured power into the government and the public, and stood at the pinnacle of power for a while. All officials, civil and military, were servile to him. There is a folk legend that "the power is at home and abroad, and the world is awe-inspiring".

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

On the bed, Zhu Zhaoyan half leaned on the soft pillow, lying on his side with his eyes closed and concentrating. On the soft brocade couch, his black hair was scattered like a cloud. Road creases.

Before the sky was bright, there was a small sound from outside the hall, and there were six servants and maids who pushed the door of the hall and came in.

The four palace maids held the mouth of the purple gold basin in their hands, washing their hands first, rinsing their mouths second, cleansing their faces third, and washing their hands fourth.

The remaining two servants held a medicine bowl, and the other walked to the incense table to renew the ambergris that had been burnt out last night.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

The chief inspector of ceremonies, Huai En, stood in front of the stand with a whisk in his hand, and six maids in the palace waited outside the treasure tent behind him.

Zhu Zhaoyan moved and closed his eyes, and softened his strength in his hands. His eyes were originally clear and fragile, but now they were lifeless and dark, with uncontrollable hatred and prey in the sternness.

The curtain was opened, Zhu Zhaoyan stood up, his sharp eyes returned to normal, he stretched out his hand to push the loose hair on his chest to the back of his head, rubbed the tight temple with one hand, and the beard and hair on both sides of his forehead fell down .

Just as Zhu Zhaoyan was about to stand up, his knees felt weak and he fell down recklessly.

Wynn was startled, and immediately stepped forward to support Zhu Zhaoyan's body. Zhu Zhaoyan had a pale face, and looked at his lower limbs lightly.

"Your Majesty! Don't scare the slave, did you sleep too soundly last night, pressing the dragon's body!" Wynn had a bitter face. His Majesty's body was weak, and he didn't feel heavy even when he was lifted up. A few days ago As the illness worsened, the dragon's blood vomited countless times, and fainted more frequently.

The maids and servants all dared not raise their heads nervously, and all of them knelt on the ground in fright.

"It's okay, let me wash up and go to court." He stood firm, removed Wynn's hand, turned his back and opened his arms.

After cleansing, her hair was tied into a bun, which added a bit of heroism to the originally sickly and beautiful face. Her long eyebrows were like willows and phoenix eyes, her lips were pale and her face was straight, but the pale blue and white under her eyes made her look more gloomy, and her breath was weak.

The vermilion collar and narrow-sleeved crown gown is added to the body, embroidered with golden dragons and clouds, embellished with amber agate and vermilion jade between the dark belts, and the hood is covered with black gauze wings and a good crown. The body is like a jade tree, noble and majestic.

He reached out to take the white jade medicine bowl, the brown medicine inside was flowing, and the incense wax that was frequently changed in the hall had not been extinguished, and the outside of the Yinshi hall began to be brightly lit, Zhu Zhaoyan's sick face was reflected in the ripples of the medicine bowl.

He quietly picked up the bowl and took a big sip. Just as he was about to put down the medicine bowl in his hand, the waiter who was carrying the tray opened his mouth inappropriately.

"Your Majesty, according to Wang Du's instructions, you must finish drinking the medicine, saying that good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease."

He was holding the tray, with no expression on his face, and his tone was yin and yang, which made people feel irritable.

Zhu Zhaoyan's hands froze when he put down the bowl, and the black water in his eyes became deeper.

However, he still brought the bowl back to his mouth, glanced down coldly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

The waiter looked up from the corner of his eye before he was relieved, the waiter let out a sigh of relief, and then lowered his eyelids again.

Snapped.

The ear-piercing sound, the vermilion robe sleeves flying in front of your eyes, the broken flowers and concoction that exploded from the white jade bowl, all the people in the Qianqing Palace were startled. The jade fragments cut the servant's face and were dripping down Bleeding.

In the bronze mirror, Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes were dark, and the sleeves of his robe brushed his body, which was only worn by him in the whole world.

To be Shanglu, one wants to serve the imperial court, and the ambition will last forever, but as Shanglu, it is difficult to do business, and it is difficult to make mistakes.

Now that the name is justified, why not replace this person with him. ===================================

"The drum is strict at the beginning, the drum is stricter, and the drum is stricter!" After three drums, the civil and military officials waiting on both sides of the Hall of Supreme Harmony entered the gate of the hall.

"Eunuch Wang, invite you first." Liu Qingyang, a scholar of the cabinet, saluted and took a step back in his position.

Although Liu Qingyang is in the top position, the real power of the civil servants is weak, and all the subordinates have complaints. The civil servants can neither help disaster relief nor judge cases.

Therefore, in front of this powerful "Youth Admiral of Xichang", Liu Qingyang still had to show enough face.

All the people in the court are Wang Gong's minions, and even he himself is one of the friends that this Wang Gonggong forced to make friends with.

"If Liu Xiang is like this, Wang Zheng will live up to his promise." Wang Wanyi raised his arms and hugged each other. The etiquette was standard, and he couldn't make mistakes, but he stopped at the point.

Civil officials go north to west, military officers go north to east, he stands as the head of all officials, and eunuchs listen to the government. There are ancients before and come after.

"Your Majesty is here." Wynn came in from the door of the palace, waved the dust whisk twice, dressed in cloud satin on a blue background with a rusty python on top, and a baby string tourmaline under the black gauze.