When Zhang Jingshu heard the words of Princess Huayang, the last hope in her heart was suddenly shattered, but she still held the child tightly in her hands.
The child started crying, and she murmured: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." She didn't know whether to comfort the child or to comfort herself.
Zhang Jingshu was taken away, and silence returned to the palace.
The eldest princess of Jiashan stepped forward to help the eldest princess of Huayang.
Princess Huayang smiled and said, "I'm fine."
"Stop trying to be brave," said the eldest princess of Jiashan. "My face has lost all color. I said it so easily, but I must feel uncomfortable in my heart."
The eldest princess of Huayang still said: "It's all his fault and no one else." Although she said this, she did not push away the eldest princess of Jiashan.
The two of them walked in the palace together. They wanted to appease the people in the palace tonight and avoid any further trouble.
"I often think that if my father had not killed King Wei back then, these things would not have happened." Princess Huayang looked at the majestic palace.
Dazhou."
The eldest princess of Jiashan said: "I hope that the Zhou Dynasty will be stable in the future, and those of us will do what we need to do at home, put on airs, and scare the younger generations..."
Having said this, the eldest princess of Jiashan looked at the eldest princess of Huayang again: "You should also let go of the Su family. As the eldest princess, there are so many young talents in the world for you to choose from. What's the point of having a few children and enjoying your family?
not good."
Princess Huayang's eyes were slightly moist: "What if we continue to trust others?"
"Then divorce your husband," said the eldest princess of Jiashan. "Anyway, the future queen will make the decision for you."
Thinking of Xu Qinghuan, Princess Huayang couldn't help but smile: "It seems that we will live well in the future."
The eldest princess of Jiashan said: "Get through it and it will be dawn."
Princess Huayang nodded, turned around and ordered: "Tell the palace gate guards that the palace gate will be closed from now on and will not be opened until King Wei comes."
The heavy palace door slammed shut, but the city gate into the capital was opened almost at the same time, and a group of soldiers and horses came toward the capital not far away.
Zhang Yuchi opened his eyes in a daze. He no longer knew how many people he had killed. Many of them were promoted by him personally, and now they came to take his life.
They seemed to hate him so much that they all tried their best to kill him. He kept killing people and wanted to survive until the end because he knew Song Chengxuan was coming.
To succeed as a king or lose as a bandit, you must at least fight this battle, and as the Queen Mother said, you must die in glory.
A ray of sunshine finally came above the head, and the sound of horse hooves came from far to near. Zhang Yuchi squinted his eyes and looked over, wanting to see how majestic Song Chengxuan was riding on the horse.
The Northern Xinjiang that he worked so hard to manage eventually became a stepping stone for Song Chengxuan, who successfully ascended the throne and everyone in the Zhou Dynasty surrendered.
Zhang Yuchi took out the long workman from behind, pulled the string fully, and waited for this moment.
"Whoosh", he moved his finger, and his arrow was released, but before he could see whether the arrow had hit the person, he felt a cold feeling on his forehead, and then hot blood dripped down his cheek.
Zhang Yuchi's knees weakened and he fell to the ground, and then he heard a noisy voice.
"Young master has hit the target. I have long said that Zhang Yuchi is nothing. He can shoot ten arrows once he pulls the bow."
Zhang Yuchi muttered in his throat, and the shadow of Xu Qing'an was reflected in his eyes. Xu Qing'an's face was full of the look of a playboy, and he looked like a deserter. Then Xu Qing'an pulled out a knife and chopped off his neck.
Zhang Yuchi reluctantly raised his head with all his strength, hoping to see Song Chengxuan's shadow, but in the end he saw nothing.
…
Fengyang.
The emperor huddled in a corner and shivered. It snowed heavily overnight, and the room was like an ice cellar. The chamberlain brought two charcoal basins but they were of no use.
"Bring me another basin of charcoal." The emperor ordered the old chamberlain next to him.
The old chamberlain seemed not to have heard, and was still busy slowly. The emperor frowned and stood up, about to pull the old chamberlain, but a figure walked in from outside.
There was a heavy weight on the emperor's shoulders, and he was immediately pushed and staggered.
As the man moved, the smell of powder came into the room. The emperor raised his head and saw a man wearing a blue dress standing there.
The person looked like a woman, and every move she made was indescribably weird.
The emperor hid back with some fear. After he was locked up in this courtyard, this man came in front of him several times, and his eyes were full of disgust for him, without any concealment.
Wei E said: "From now on, if you want to call yourself me, you can no longer call me me. You'd better put away your bad temper. There are many servants guarding the imperial mausoleum, but few are willing to serve you."
If you are so picky, you will be left here alone to fend for yourself."
"How dare you." The emperor looked at Wei E angrily.
"Why don't you dare," Wei E said, "You have given the throne to King Wei, and King Wei will soon ascend the throne. From now on, you will just be an ordinary member of the clan, and no one will care about your life or death.
If you feel depressed, I can tell you what happened in the palace back then. You probably don’t even remember how many people in the palace died tragically during your reign."
Wei E knelt down and stirred the charcoal basin in front of her.
"I no longer have a Zen position. You are falsely passing on the imperial edict. Where is my jade seal?"
No one answered the emperor.
The emperor ran outside, and heavy snow fell on him. His whole body seemed to be frozen. He kept knocking on the door, but no one came to answer him.
The emperor was finally tired. His feet gave way and he fell into the snow. The cold snow poured into his body. His eyes gradually became hazy, and he vaguely recalled that he and the Crown Prince of Wei worshiped in front of the late emperor.
He looked at him meaningfully, making him feel uneasy.
He resented the Crown Prince of Wei. As a prince, he would inherit the late emperor's rule in the future. No one could compare with him, and no one should make him feel a little ashamed.
The chamberlain came forward and dragged the emperor out of the snow, brought him back to the house, and threw him in front of the charcoal basin.
The emperor lay on the ground, greedily feeling the warmth coming from the brazier. From then on, he was surrounded by these old chamberlains, and he would stay with these people until his death.
No one will remember him again.
How will it be recorded in the history books of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Maybe he will never know.
…
"The hour is almost here, why haven't you heard the music and rituals yet?" Xu Qinghuan looked nervously outside the hall.
Today the new emperor ascends the throne.
Song Chengxuan changed his name to Qi Xuan, restoring the surname Qi and retaining the character Xuan. Xu Qinghuan knew what Song Chengxuan meant. If it weren't for the Song family's house, the prince of Wei would not have escaped.
Although the name has been changed, he is still the same person. Xu Qinghuan still likes to call him Song Chengxuan, Song Hou, Lord Song, and husband from the bottom of his heart, although in the future he will change his title to: Emperor when outside.
"The Holy Spirit has arrived."
When Yin Gui's voice came, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but be a little surprised. Why did Song Chengxuan come here at this time? This was not etiquette. Thinking of this, she immediately hurried out to greet him.
A tall figure walked over quickly, and Xu Qinghuan was about to bow down and salute from a distance.
A pair of warm hands lifted her up: "Let's go to the front with me."
Is he referring to the enthronement ceremony in front of him?
Xu Qinghuan immediately said: "This is against the rules. Bachelor Yu came to tell me yesterday that the emperor will ascend the throne first and then make the queen. Now I..."
Song Chengxuan's voice was low: "If you ascend the throne, you will also let me go. We are husband and wife, so where do we have so many rules?"
Xu Qinghuan's expression changed: "How could the emperor say such a thing?" She immediately looked around, only to find that the palace and the chamberlains had their heads lowered and their ears tightly closed.
Needless to say, this is all the result of Yin Gui and Feng Chu.
"Let's go." Song Chengxuan took her hand.
The chariot stopped, and in front of it was the Fengtian Palace, where civil and military officials gathered, waiting for the new emperor to arrive.
Song Chengxuan watched from a distance but did not step forward.
"What are you thinking about, husband?" Xu Qinghuan asked softly.
The soft voice brought his thoughts back, especially the word "husband", as if a warm current flowed through his heart.
Song Chengxuan's eyes flickered slightly: "I'm thinking about our home, our home in Changzhou."
She held his hand tightly: "From now on, this is also our home. You are the Emperor of Zhou and my husband. We will live happily here."
A smile appeared on his lips: "This is what you said, don't go back on it."
Xu Qinghuan nodded and said firmly: "I will never regret it."