has become a demon

Xuyue cold dew day.

Before dawn, the eastern sky was already bright, and the red light chilled half of the sky.From the halfway up the Wansui Mountain, you can see the thick smoke billowing from the direction of Tong County, spreading across the entire outer city with the cold wind.

The news soon followed Habayashi Wei's urgent army into the city.

It is said that I don't know and people burned the Tongzhou granary, and nearly 30 shi of grain were burned. The capital, which could have defended the city and waited for the reinforcements from the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly lost its cards and seemed precarious.

Yan Dalong reported the matter to the emperor with trepidation.

"There seems to be a secret work of King Su in the capital, and now Dongchang and Jinyiwei are conducting a thorough investigation to find it... It's just, it will take some time. Please calm down, Your Majesty."

Standing on the Meridian Gate, Zhao Ji stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the dark clouds covering the sky in the east, and was silent for a moment: "Is this still necessary?"

"...What does Your Majesty mean?"

"The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people... There is no one of the three." Zhao Ji sighed, "Even if we know who is the master, so what? Can it save the situation? Can it protect me forever?"

Yan Dalong prostrated on his knees: "Your Majesty, Tianshou!"

"Tianshou..." Zhao Ji looked back at the Forbidden City behind him.

At this time, the sky was suddenly broken, but the billowing smoke did not break free. The sun was covered by dark clouds, and the Forbidden City with its vermilion walls and green tiles was also shrouded in such a haze.

"For more than 300 years, 23 generations of emperors, who is really boundless? Which dynasty can last forever? But they just want everyone to surrender and chant long live long live... It turns out that they are just deceiving themselves and others."

After saying this, he laughed maniacally, walked all the way down the Meridian Gate, entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation and closed the door.

It was night, Yan Shuanglin returned from Tongzhou, after covering up the traces of arson, he entered the palace on duty.The servant by his side took him to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a lantern.

When I went to the Baoxia and waited, I saw a person in charge of ceremonies bringing food. After asking, I found out that the emperor hadn't come out to get food for a day, and no one dared to enter.

Yan Shuanglin felt something was wrong and ordered someone to open the door.

The heavy door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was pushed open by everyone's efforts, the hall was dark, and the moonlight shone in, outlining a figure floating in mid-air.

A eunuch who couldn't stand the scare screamed: "Yes, it's Your Majesty—it's Your Majesty! Your Majesty hanged himself, Your Majesty—"

Yan Shuanglin suddenly grabbed the collar of the screaming man, and choked his throat: "Don't scream!"

The eunuch was stunned by him.

"Someone untie the rope and let His Majesty down. Go get the imperial physician again! Remember, if you want to save your life, don't say anything. Only by sealing your mouth can you survive."

Everyone has no master, after listening to his words, arrange one by one.However, the imperial physician was powerless, and the emperor's body was already stiff.

In the late autumn of the year of Ronghe, his short life as an emperor ended.

At this time, Yan Shuanglin breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the palace man on duty: "Go to the Inner Prison and ask Yan Zhangyin to come over and sit in charge. Then prepare your stool, I'm going out of the palace."

The errands at his side responded one by one, and asked again: "What is Xiao Yan doing out of the palace?"

"Open the city gate to welcome King Su."

Yu Chengsheng ordered to compile "The Great Compilation of Documents", and he dared not neglect it, because he did not know his age.

Read more than tens of thousands of classics from ancient times to the present, the opinions of various schools, the talks of a hundred schools of thought, and the scriptures of astronomy, topography, yin and yang, medicine and divination, monk Taoism, and skills, all of which are compiled into classics.

After more than ten times of collation, after ten years, 3000 scholars were convened to complete this code.

This book is vast, and it is the crystallization of China that has been written for thousands of years.It can benefit the country, inspire wisdom, and benefit the people. It can shade the future and benefit the generations.

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

The topography is Kun, and the gentleman carries his virtues.

The earnest words are for the sequel.

Xie Taichu put his pen on the mountain, and slowly closed the large and heavy volume of "The Great Completion of Documents".

He stood up, blew out the oil lamp left by the servant, and walked out of the house.At this time in Huangshicheng, everyone has already gone to the yamen. In the large courtyard, only the stone lions are tall and straight, and there are crickets chirping among the green grass.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was getting darker, and on the blue sky, stars had appeared.The hook on the North Star was shining bright and soft light, and the silver light seemed to fall on his temples, making his white hair on the temples also emit a soft silver light.

Walking out of Huang Shicheng's side door, he saw a lantern in the distance. It was a small orange lantern, swaying in the breeze, as if calling him on this spring night.

He took two quick steps, and saw Zhao Yuan's smiling face.

"Why did Your Majesty come in disguise?" he asked.

"I heard from Shuanglin that the first draft of "The Great Completion of Documents" has been dusted today. I guess you will have to finish proofreading before going to the office, so you left the palace and secretly came here to wait for you."

The current emperor stretched out his hand and said to him, "Come back to the palace with me?"

So Xie Taichu held his hand and walked on the deserted street.

"Ten years ago, if you were asked to be a queen, you would not do it. If you were asked to go to the court to discuss matters, you would also shirk it. I wanted to compile the classics, and now the grand ceremony has been completed." Zhao Yuan said, "What shall we do next?"

"Do whatever you want." Xie Taichu said, "I'll listen to you."

"Do you remember King Fu?" Zhao Yuan asked him, "My clan's grandfather, the one who died when the feudal clan was cut.

"Remember. He is the real hero of Ganzhou."

"Yushu and Brother Feng arrived in Beijing yesterday to report on their duties. When they saw me, they brought a piece of news. Back then, King Fu's lineage survived, and some villagers rescued his great-grandson. Now that ten years have passed, that child has grown up and brought Bring the token back to the clan. His descendants found it, named Zhao Jing, and sent it to the capital in two days. After worshiping at the ancestral temple, they will have a dish written by Huang Shicheng..."

"What does His Majesty want?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Zhao Yuan laughed, "Nowadays, the world is peaceful, there is no war in the frontier, the people are happy, and have ample food and clothing. You have finished compiling the classics... I have no descendants, and the court always has voices. In the past, benevolence The emperor once wanted to pass on the throne to King Fu, but was rejected by King Fu Zhao Qi. Now that I think about it, I will give up the throne to Zhao Jing, which can be regarded as returning to the throne in heaven, and there is nothing more suitable."

Xie Taichu looked at him and asked, "Then where are we going?"

"It's been ten years since I left Mount Qingcheng, but it is your home after all. Let's go back to Qingxing Pavilion, shall we?"

Xie Taichu looked at him.

Ten years were enough to carve the gentle Le'an County King into a generation of emperors, but fortunately, his compassion and pity were not worn away by the years.

His face was already calm.

But the heart is still soft.

Those sufferings did not destroy him, but polished him into a brilliant treasure.

"Okay." Xie Taichu said, "Let's go back to Qingxing Pavilion."

Under the moonlight, he kissed his beloved.

Everything is so peaceful, and the gentle love flows in people's hearts like moonlight. There is nothing more beautiful than this.