All the attendants retreated, and he never met any ministers outside the eaves.
Whether they are sincere or false, at this moment, they are worried that he will die—the power has not been handed over yet, and the monarch suddenly died, which is not a good phenomenon in any case. Those who are loyal to him, hope that everything will go smoothly; ambitious
The more chaotic the hope, the better, you can get the chestnut from the fire. Everyone has their own little ones, and what they really care about is not his personal life and death. At this time, he only represents one word: Emperor!
Emperor! Country!
Instead of a person, a man, a woman's husband, a child's father, a brother of brother, a sister's brother... No, no, since the moment he ascended to the Nine Five Lords, these things have been far away
He left him far away and disappeared without a trace.
He only has a nominal identity. He is a robot, a symbol, a food that only deserves to enjoy incense, and should not have flesh and blood, nor should he have seven emotions and six desires.
There are gains and losses, which is the price that any emperor must bear. It’s just that some people are willing to accept it, while others are heartbroken from now on.
An eunuch came in to report that the King of Xianyang was asking for a meeting. He had been waiting outside for the emperor's brother all day and night... He was not moved at all, neither angry nor sad.
Brother, what is the difference between it and the minister? It turns out that all there is in this world is interests, not affection. In the past, he always didn't believe this, not that he dared not, but that he didn't want to, nor that he wanted to, and was like an ostrich,
He piled his head into the sand, so why can't he see it? As a result, the hunter can easily pull you out from outside, like pulling radishes.
The room was silent, he was the only one. Something fell out of his cuffs. He picked it up and didn't look at it, and placed it on the lit palace lantern. A burnt smell, and a few pieces of paper suddenly turned into ashes. He opened the window.
When the wind blew, the ashes flew out like black butterflies.
It took him a long time to walk to the window and watch the setting sun at dusk. The clouds in the sky change in various shapes. Negligence is the flock of sheep, negligence is the palace of heaven, negligence is another woman holding a pipa, his eyes are hazy, just like her walking in beautiful