The king is a rebellious minister

Tang Xin went to find Qu Lao in person.

After an hour of long conversation, Tang Xin made a long bow to the elegant old man when he went out:

"From now on, this king will rely on Qu Lao."

Qu Lao hastily helped him up: "The King of Tangshan must not be too polite."

On the way back to the main tent, Tang Zhiqi asked, "How did brother convince that stubborn old man?"

Tang Xin said: "It's all about moving people with emotion."

He directly informed the old man of his identity, including what the chief minister had done, without any concealment.

Qu Lao used to be his mentor, watching him grow up and watching him ascend the throne, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the person who is most familiar with him.

When Mr. Qu heard that the monarch was killed by Xiaoxiao and fell into such an embarrassing situation, he immediately cried bitterly, beat his chest and stamped his feet, wishing that the emperor could not be loyal.

Tang Xin originally thought that Elder Qu would resent him for being relegated, but it seems that he has a villainous heart.

Tang Zhi didn't know the twists and turns, and his heart was full of emotion. Could it be that the elder brother hugged the old guy and cried for an hour?

Glancing at the resolute and ax-like outlines of the people around him, I felt shuddering just thinking about the scene, so I changed the subject: "When we attack Yangcheng, and then cross Luohe, our Tangshan army will go straight to the imperial capital, and even the faint king can't sit still." How long has the dragon chair been?"

Tang Xin nodded.

Hunjun...he sighed when he stepped into the tent. It has only been a few days, and the puppet in Bai Yujian's hand has completely ruined his reputation.

What's so good about offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods, obsessed with witchcraft, and ignoring government affairs, making the harem and outer court a mess and a mess.

Mr. Chu has no heirs, few brothers and uncles, and all of them are unbearable.

If there is no accident, those courtiers who have long been alienated from him will gradually push Bai Yu, who has always been quite famous, to the position of regent, and when the internal and external troubles are settled, he will be granted the emperor's seal.

At that time, it will be time for the chief minister to get his wish.

Sure enough, the engraving of a famous and virtuous name requires years or even decades of hard work, while the imprint of a bad name only needs a suitable opportunity.

Tang Xin's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He will never let that man do what he wants.

These thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are in his pocket.The causal cycle is the destiny, and even the sky wants him to be reborn on the person who pursues the throne, which means that what should be his must be his, and no one can covet it.

So what about rebels? Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou. When he enters the imperial capital, he will still be the orthodox of the Hua Kingdom, and his destiny will return.

The emperor lay dead for thousands of miles in a rage, and he must make those who bullied him, humiliated him and betrayed him pay the price.

A price worse than death.

……

The first battle of Luohe was very dangerous, especially when he personally conquered Rongdi.

The shoulder and left arm were cut wide by the halberd, and if it was a little bit off, the whole arm might be useless.

Hastily bandaged, no matter how severe the pain is, it is numb.

Tang Xin stood on the watchtower outside the city overlooking the battlefield.

I remembered that I used to come here for inspection, now in and out of Luohe, there are corpses strewn all over the field, blood flowing and floating oars, where can I see the scene of the grass growing and the warbler flying thriving.

Tang Xin looked at the land expressionlessly, feeling a coldness that he had never experienced before.The setting sun in the sky is like a huge bloody eye, silently watching all the absurdities and killings in this world.

After all, it was a crucial victory. Tang Jiajun held a banquet in the city that night, and even Qu Lao, who has always been prudent, drank a few more glasses.

Tang Xin caressed the beauty's bare arms, and drank the fine wine that was slowly poured out of the cup held by her lips.

Thinking back to what the imperial capital should be like, is that person terrified and restless in the face of such an overwhelming defeat, or is he still calm and calm in the midst of luxury and wealth.

At this moment, he really wanted to know.

Seemingly dissatisfied with his distraction, the beauty snorted and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Tang Xin lowered his head, and met his eyes, which were as bright as the moon and like spring water, with a faint charm, telling about the passionate temptation of his master.

Suddenly everyone heard a short scream and looked up. The handsome man on the seat pointed at the woman who fell down the steps with a bloody head and said coldly:

"Drag and kill."

There is no reason and no warning, the king wants a person's life, so easy.

A mere lowly dancer, no one stopped her, and the banquet was peaceful again.

Except for the woman's shrill begging for mercy and yelling, which was getting further and further away, no sound was indistinct.

Tang Xin had a splitting headache, he got up and left the table, and slowly hid himself in the dark corridor in his large black robe.

It's like a ghost struggling out of hell and returning to the dirty swamp.

Everyone was drunk and crazy, only Mr. Qu looked at the back of King Tangshan's departure in amazement, and his eyes were filled with worry.

The king who used to be tolerant and caring has now become full of hostility and moodiness.

……

Tang Xin dreamed of Luohe that year.

The rare beauty seen in the Forbidden Court deserves a grand banquet to commemorate.

The monarch and his ministers are having fun together, and the king is already slightly drunk.

On the lower right of the throne is the priest who deduces the role of destiny, and the chief minister is Bai Yujian.

Bai Yujian seldom didn't wear a crown, but at that time, she only used a silver hairpin to tie up her broken hair.

The black hair scattered on the shoulders is as gorgeous as the satin tribute from the Yaoguang tribe.

Even more beautiful than hair are the priest's eyes.

Those eyes are quenched with thick ink, and the sky and the earth are projected in the ink, as if containing the stars that have not died from ancient times, and as if the spring water overflowing the Luohe River, it is cold and tender.

The two temperaments of gentleness and coldness are strangely fused in his body, and his eyes are flowing, and the eyes are the same when looking at people and flowers and trees, with a sense of compassion and divinity.

And he has a neat face, correct sitting posture, and impartiality. He is a model of integrity and etiquette.

But his beauty was too gorgeous in this radiant spring, and for a while overwhelmed the strict seriousness and dignity.

This appearance not only entered the eyes of the king, but also entered the eyes of the little county king.

That is Wang's youngest brother, weak and sick but romantic, always indulged by Wang, it is a bit willful and willful.

At this moment, he was drunk and joked:

"Master Si Ming's complexion can be said to be overwhelming, but it is so hard that it compares to Brother Wang's three thousand women in the harem."

Fortunately, the king did not bring his concubine with him on this trip, otherwise, the noodles would be green.

All the ministers did not dare to show their anger. Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the king not only did not reprimand, but also smiled and said to the left and right:

"If Bai Qing is like that son Shu Mosheng, Gu would not mind adding a touch of color to the harem. But Bai Qing is very self-contained, and he will be severely reprimanded by him even within a step of getting close. Gu really dare not move like that." Thoughts."

Zishu Mosheng was a well-known male favorite in the previous dynasty.

Originally a minister, because of his great looks, he served the emperor with sex. Although he also held power to assist in governing, later generations would think it unbearable.

The spring breeze was warm and radiant, and Wang might have been sober for a moment, but he was still holding his breath, and there was a faint smile on his lips fainted by the wine.

A circle of snow-white sleeves inlaid with black patterns covered the wrist, revealing the five fingers curled up, and tapped lightly on the table.

This is a precursor to the priest's displeasure.

"Your Majesty is drunk." Sure enough, Bai Yujian spat out four words coldly from his lips.

For the first time ever, anger was stained on his always dignified and dignified face.Although tiny, it is surprising enough.

The king was quite interested and laughed.

Bai Yu gradually became more and more like frost.

Everyone had no choice but to talk and exchange cups as if nothing happened.

Sure enough, after the king sobered up, he immediately issued a decree in a hurry, strictly prohibiting the front and rear palaces from discussing this matter, even joking.

Later, when everyone mentioned Da Si Ming, they only said:

unattainable.Pure and clean.A model of bureaucrats.

But a priest is not a god after all, he is a human being, as long as he is a human being, he will have selfish desires, likes and dislikes.

Perhaps since then, Bai Yujian has developed a dislike for him as a monarch.

But he didn't realize it at all, and he was still very relieved and trusted in this courtier who in his eyes was virtuous, aloof and aloof.

He thought that there was a deep friendship between the monarch and his ministers.

He has known him since childhood.

Bai Yujian, who has been serious and full of profound principles since she was a child, somehow got the favor of His Highness the Crown Prince.

However, His Highness was young and stubborn, and after repeated teasing, the successor of the priest's palace evolved from resentment, disgust, and finally into helplessness and indifference, and was forced to be sharpened to be invulnerable.

In a certain year, a secret book was stolen from Tianji Pavilion, a place directly under the jurisdiction of the Priest Palace, which was a serious crime for the priest's dereliction of duty.The crime can lead to the execution of the whole family.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knelt in the Hall of Eternal Life for three days and three nights, but only saved the life of one person. When he returned to his bedroom, he had a high fever.

Later, he succeeded to the throne. During the Battle of Fadi, he was injured by Liu Shi and fell off his horse. It was Bai Yujian who rushed over and used his right arm to block the spear that stabbed at him again, saving his life.But Bai's right hand can never hold a pen again.

He knew that this was to repay the kindness of the year.

Regardless of grievances or grievances, this person has always calculated clearly, and never easily interferes with other people's fate.

All priests are like this.

He was very moved.

Later, at the canonization ceremony of Da Si Ming, Bai Yujian knelt on one knee beside the king's shoe, and the king personally lifted him up, and declared him to be "the most honorable subject by the king's side, the god in the world".

Give him the honor and glory of being under one person and above ten thousand people.

——What puzzles Tang Xin until now is why he is still not satisfied when he is in such a position?Why betray?

Is it just because of that drunken joke back then?

But even though he was a king, he had never done anything to surpass him.

Tang Xin woke up in the middle of the night, only to feel hungry and unbearable.

He lit the lamp and called for his attendants, ordered the strongest wine and the hottest dishes, and poured himself a drink, the spiciness brought a burning pain, and pouring the strong wine almost pierced his stomach.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, I turned over the old events one by one and recalled them one by one. The more I recalled, the more painful my heart felt like being crushed by a steel needle.

Once the memory begins, it seems endless.

Since when, the priest who is obsessed with astrology all day long no longer refuses his request for assistance in government affairs, but accepts it calmly.

Since when again, he began to quietly remove the trustworthy people around the king one by one.

The little details that he hadn't noticed before are now connected in series, all of which remind him of the ulterior motives and wolf ambitions of his so-called "loyal ministers".

Probably the saddest thing in the world is this. People who once shared adversity and prosperity have become so odious now.

It turned out that the friendship between the monarch and his ministers for so many years, watching and helping each other, could easily be wiped out under the tyranny of the royal power.

The invincible King of Tangshan in the eyes of the world, sitting at the wine table holding his chopsticks, slowly choked up his sobs.

His face was full of tears and he couldn't make a sound. He didn't have the attitude of an overlord commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield.

When Tang Zhi opened the door and came in, he saw his mighty and domineering elder brother stuffing blood-red peppers into his mouth while weeping expressionlessly, which made him tremble with fright and hurriedly called for the medical officer.

Tang Xin stopped him, put away his chopsticks, and lay down on the couch again.

The hot tears turned cold, so the warm and nostalgic past was slowly exhausted with the long night, and finally only the hatred in my heart was left, which could never be burned into ashes.

The author has something to say: Tang Xin was eating super-spicy food when he was writing the wine and dishes, and taking a sip of Bing Kuo Luo would make him ecstasy