Chapter 122 Chapter 121 No more curtains

This page of history books was copied with great care and care by Taishi Pavilion, and turned over the homepage in a book of history created by the new emperor.

Like countless historical records in Taishi Pavilion, it will be filled with the thick ink or dull characters every day. Together with all the romantic figures in this dynasty, the previous dynasty, and even the later generations, it will become a vague face of ups and downs in the vast sea.

Zhao Hongdao really wanted to ask the colleague who was responsible for recording the words and deeds of the court officials on the day, why did Xiao Qi's name not appear?

But this is not something that Taishi Pavilion should consider. It seems that except for the one on the throne, no one who comes and goes will disappear on any day.

After the throne ceremony, it was time to reward merits. Wei Huaien personally summoned Jiang Hong and Ruan Yan and other confidants. Except for Jiang Hong repeatedly ruling and refusing to receive titles, the rest of the people were promoted to the official rank. Shangguan Luming was finally transferred from Dali Temple and entered the Ministry of Justice.

In the end, only the only thing left is to not cross.

Before Wei Huai'en could say anything, he recited the Buddhist verse before passing, and asked himself to leave the palace and return to Huang'en Temple.

"You're leaving?"

Wei Huai'en was in a high position in a dragon robe, and in less than a month he was completely different from His Highness Jiarou, who was once popular.

The imperial throne seemed to naturally give the emperor a layer of ice shell, gathering all the freshness, leaving only the imperial power that cannot be seen. The cold tone alone has already made the palace people silent.

The new emperor's iron-fisted method has never been kind because he is a woman. Even the empress dowager, aristocratic family, and officials who dare not count them in detail have been stripped off and retreated. How could she tolerate others' rebuttal?

"Yes, Your Majesty's great cause has been accomplished, and you shouldn't have stayed forever without merging.

There are some errands, Your Majesty has a better candidate, so why bother to force a monk?”

The atmosphere in the hall was terrifyingly quiet when he was twisting the Buddhist beads and confronting Wei Huai'en's dark and unhesitant eye knife.

Ruan Yan lowered her head and quietly exchanged glances with Shangguan Luming, signaling him not to speak.

Seeing that no one was talking, Jiang Hong also suppressed the doubts in his heart and regarded him as a decoration.

There are some things you can say to Wei Huai'en, you can ask His Highness Jiarou, or even make a few jokes with His Highness the Queen.

But not to the emperor.

The king's heart is unpredictable, and the emperor's power will not fall. From now on, there will be only king and ministers, but no relatives and friends.

But people's hearts are all about themselves, one day the emperor and another the ministers, but the evil that the emperor wants to kill must be handed over to people without roots and no connections, and exchange dog-like loyalty for favor, and then when the evil is full, it becomes the explanation brought by the emperor.

Wei Huai'en cannot make mistakes, and emperors cannot make mistakes. However, such a secret job, relying on the power of the emperor, cannot force out another knife that makes her satisfied.

What's more, they all watched someone rise up with their eyes open, but they didn't know where they are now. Who dares to bet on this truly lonely man and bet on all his wealth?

That name was not mentioned, but seemed to be everywhere.

Even if Wei Huai'en's power is even better than the past with the bonus of imperial power, he cannot suppress people's suspicion.

Wei Huaien swept the nervous expressions of everyone one by one and read the same problem from their faces.

Where is Xiao Qi?

Where is Xiao Qi, who is in charge of life and death for you, faces swords and does all the bad things just to keep you at ease?

If he doesn't have a good end, can we?

You can naturally speak the word of gold and jade, order not to cross the river, order Ruan Yan, order any minister to be in charge of you, inspect the world for you, and help you kill and search your house.

But who can do better than Xiao Qi?

Who can take your likes and dislikes as the principle, regardless of the crying of thousands of families, just to help you reach the prefectures and counties without any discount?

Who can hold great power without being suspicious of you, a stubborn emperor? Who can kill first and report later but be fully trusted by you?

Who is the bone in your flesh and blood in your bones?

Who was born to be a symbiotic existence with you?

Who is your puppet and who is your hawk?

Who is the slave who does not recognize his relatives, does not have any roots, and can only survive if he clings to you?

Wei Huai'en, you know the answer.

You want to hand over his errands to the only one who can transcend the secular world of the previous dynasty, but you can no longer trust the same thing.

Even just because it is best to take care of it if you don’t cross it, you can be crushed to death at any time without worrying about anything, so you forced him to nod and take over.

Your mind is so unbearable, and you are never willing to give it to others.

Ruan Yan is smart, Shangguan Luming is sleek, your disciples and officials who support you are either not vicious enough or you cannot trust them all.

You don't believe anyone, because the emperor is such a lonely man. Even the Jiang family should not divide your power by relying on their blood relationship with you.

Yours are all yours, and all the people in the world are all yours. Anyone who dares to have evil will deserve to die.

But you can't do this, you can't kill so that no one can be used, you can't be on guard against everyone.

How can you become like this? How can you become the Emperor Yonghe you hate the most, and the selfish villain you hate the poison?

The sounds of questions, either imagination or real existence in the hearts of the people, were like Hong Zhong Da Lu shaking his ears, knocking on the confusion and confusion in Wei Huaien's heart into sharp pieces, piercing her swelling soul in blood.

The conscience that was sealed and deliberately forgotten was now thumping and empty, and the sins that rushed like mountains and seas buzzed Wei Huaien's mind, making her suddenly realize how uncomfortable the dragon patterns, cold handrails, and hard imperial platform made her feel.

What's wrong with her? What made her peel off her flesh and blood with pleasure, and she peeled her feet and became the person she is today? Isn't this the dream she has never forgotten in her dream? Why is it really the day to realize her dream...

Only by interrogating over and over again can she understand that she almost fulfilled the curse of the Emperor Tai, became a lonely man, a servant of the jade seal, and forgot that she was also a living person who loved and hated.

The eyes of the ministers she should have trusted looked at her were filled with fear and concern, but they were afraid that after they would not disobey the emperor's will, the emperor would be angry and harm others.

"I'm sure.

You all go down."

Wei Huaien waved his hand and tried his best to make his eyes more friendly from the ice shell, treating them as companions who can drink and talk, rather than subjects with distinct rank and inferiority.

She was too immersed in the sharpness of the sword of power, but she was so proud that she aimed it at her own people.

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be too bad.

Even if she knows that she is a successful villain, she shouldn't make mistakes again and again.

"Your Majesty, my mother has something to present to you."

Jiang Hong stayed and handed the eunuch a small wooden box to the eunuch with embarrassment, and was transferred by the eunuch to Wei Huaien on the throne.

Even Jiang Jue disagreed with Ning Yu's view of Wei Huaien as a junior at this time, but Ning Yu insisted on doing his own thing and insisted that Jiang Hong find an opportunity to hand over this small wooden box to Wei Huaien, but he was not allowed to open it.

Wei Huai'en opened the wooden box with a look of no sign, and suddenly laughed without warning, which made the palace servants beside him chill.

"Thank you, my cousin, and I thank you to my aunt and uncle for me. I like this gift very much."

Jiang Hong promised to leave without understanding, but when he left, he gave Wei Huai'en a military officer tribute.

A key in the wooden box was taken out by Wei Huaien and led her to open the palace that had been covered with dust for many years and once belonged to her mother Jiang Ying.

Emperor Yonghe's harem had been either dismissed or sent to the Taimiao Emperor's Mausoleum. The palace was empty, and the only real masters were Wei Huai'en and Wei Anxing.

So she could let go of her vigilance and walk alone into the weedy courtyard, sitting on the stump of osmanthus tree that had been cut down. The sun shone brightly, making the five-clawed golden dragon on Wei Huai'en's dragon robe fly. She shook her sleeves, as if the soul of her mother could see her present moment.

Even after the founding of the new emperor, Emperor Yonghe only replaced the palace of the successor with plaques, and did not allow anyone to enter Jiang Ying's palace.

At that time, the death of the mother queen had a great blow to her and she always ran to the empty hall without any advice.

Wei Huaide locked the door, handed the key to his uncle and aunt for safekeeping, and told her:

"Wai'en, the Queen Mother doesn't want to see us sad every day. When my brother ascended the throne, we will come to see Queen Mother again, and my brother promises you."

Times changed, but in the end, even she forgot about this little thing, but someone always remembered it for her.

“…It’s been so many years.”

She was covered in thin sweat and murmured to herself, habitually stretching her hand to her side. Someone should have handed her a cool handkerchief and wiped her sweat beads in the heat of the summer.

But she felt empty.

Because she always forgot that man had been deposed by her, she waited for her to free her hands and killed all the people she should have killed in the previous dynasty, and then placed the charge on him, using his life to get cramps and bones clean.

"Repair the inside and everything is as old as before."

After Wei Huai'en ordered the palace servants, he did not ask for someone to follow him. Instead, he walked slowly along the palace path where he had met Xiao Qi, and walked towards the East Palace as the sunset all over the ground.

Eastern Palace.

Xiao Qi has been living in a daze these days, not knowing day and night.

Even the death knell of Emperor Yonghe and the rituals and music of Wei Huai'en ascendance to the throne did not wake him up to the consciousness of deliberately indulging in the wandering.

He regarded the Eastern Palace as a prison for self-inferiority and wine as the only redemption. It seemed that as long as he let himself live and die in a drunken state, he could not recall the pain of being abandoned by her.

Drunk is a coward's behavior. King Duan has been drunk every day, and he has despised and laughed at him. But it was his own turn that he could only numb himself in this way, so that he would not recall her ruthlessness when closing his eyes.

Although Mingfeng was so busy that he couldn't get out of his body, he also sent someone to visit Gu Xiaoqi, but at least he didn't make him dirty like a crazy man. But others became depressed day by day, and even if they had no worries about food, they were haggard and thin, and they were no longer as beautiful as ever.

Even when Xiao Qi opened a new wine, he accidentally showed his godless face by the wine, he felt strange and funny.

He naturally understood that at this moment, he was like all the court officials who were thrown into Xuanyusi prison. Without the nourishment of power, his energy and spirit were also exhausted, and he was like a walking corpse.

But he felt that he was worse than those people.

At least they have really had power, money, and truly enjoyed the satisfaction of power.

But he is not.
To be continued...