"Father, is this what you said, that you would pass on the throne to me from the very beginning? But when you turned around and issued the edict, every word of it showed that you had no choice but to do so..."
Emperor Qingming's eyes were red, and he looked at the divine case as if staring at someone closely: "...You have been lying to me until your death! You said that this throne is mine, just to dispel my doubts!...
You are plotting against me until your death!"
As he spoke, he laughed sarcastically: "Not diligent in politics... not friendly to brothers and sisters, and disrespectful to the two surnames Xu and Wu? It's simply ridiculous! - Is all this my fault? If I don't do anything,
, will only be eaten by them! I am plotting for Daqing, but you want to use this to restrain and bind me! What is the truth of this!"
He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the mysterious case, his eyes full of hatred: "This current situation is exactly what you want to see, right? Are you satisfied? This is your revenge, right?"
"No...that's not right." He suddenly frowned, looked at the edict in Jie Shoufu's hand, shook his head in confusion and said: "This edict is fake, a forgery! The real edict has already been burned by me.
Turned into ashes!"
Jie Shoufu looked at him steadily.
Therefore, this is an admission that there is indeed a legacy...
"No, no, that's not right!" Emperor Qingming's face suddenly changed, and his voice was firm: "There is no edict at all...from beginning to end! It's all fake! I don't recognize it!"
Listening to these confusing and contradictory words, the ministers were shocked when they looked at the emperor whose expression kept changing, even crying and laughing.
Crazy...
It seems like this is really crazy...
"Jingrong, you dare to forge a posthumous edict, do you know what crime you should be punished for!" Emperor Qingming looked at Princess Jingrong and gritted his teeth: "I shouldn't have been so merciful... I should have killed you again!"
The faces of all the ministers were different.
Therefore, killing Princess Jingrong is also a fact!
"It's all my fault. It's my fault that I'm too soft-hearted and hesitant! I should have killed you all long ago, leaving no one alive!" Emperor Qingming stared at King Yan closely: "This is all because of you... you robbed me.
Everything, your mother took away everything that belonged to my biological mother! All of this should have been mine! But in the end, it depends on your hypocritical attitude of kindness and magnanimity, as if everything is given away at will by you! Why?
?Why on earth!”
King Yan looked at him quietly and said nothing.
Looking at those eyes filled with murderous intent, Princess Jingrong's hands hanging by her sides couldn't help but clenched the edges of her sleeves.
Is this all the royal brother sees?
Growing up in the same place and born to the same mother, why did she and her royal brother see completely different things?
Being kind and generous is hypocritical, but what about the opposite?
Whatever others do is wrong!
But he will never know his mistakes!
Even if he loses, even if all the cause and effect are clearly laid out in front of him, he will only feel that he lost because he did not do enough evil, and those vicious methods were not thorough enough!
In his eyes, not fighting with him is hypocrisy, all goodwill is fake, only the resistance when he is cornered is real!
Others cannot resist...
If you resist, you will become what he calls "I knew it would be like this"!
Don’t you really feel sad?
Princess Jingrong clenched her sleeves tightly.
This kind of person can only die...
It can only end if he dies.
She never thought that one day she would use such "evil" thoughts on her biological brother...
But at this time, there were no other thoughts in her mind, no pity, sadness, disappointment, all disappeared. She only wanted to let such an evil ghost with blood-stained hands and hatred in his eyes, who should not exist in the world.
Disappear completely!
King Yan looked at Jie Shoufu and Jiang Taifu——
"I think you have made judgments about what I have just said, and my past crimes and faults are all clear. I would like to ask you to make your decision in accordance with the law."
Jie Shoufu held the silk in his hand and saw Taifu Jiang give him an almost imperceptible nod.
The emperor, who was already delirious, had no room for argument at this point.
"...Let's see who dares! I am the emperor! The emperor!"
Seeing that King Yan had no response and instead made the ministers feel inferior to him, Emperor Qingming became furious and became even more crazy.
He didn't know where he got the strength. He who had been unable to stand up for a long time suddenly stood up from his chair.
However, after taking only two shaky steps forward, he couldn't support himself and fell heavily to the ground.
His legs were weak and he almost fell down, his forehead hitting the cold stone bricks, his ears buzzing, the crown of beads on his head scattered, and beads flying.
"emperor……"
"His Majesty!"
Li Ji and the officials stepped forward with mixed feelings.
"roll!"
Emperor Qingming, whose forehead was bleeding and whose gray hair was disheveled, swung the man away. He fumbled for a broken knife with his left hand. Holding the handle of the knife tightly, he barely supported his upper body on his elbows and dragged his skinny body forward.
As he crawled forward, his eyes were always fixed on King Yan.
"I'm going to kill you...kill you..."
He was crawling slowly like this, crazy and desperate.
None of the officials in the inner prison stepped forward to stop him.
Even though he was extremely unwilling, he tried his best to get closer to King Yan.
It was a short journey, but for him, he was destined to never get close to it.
He could no longer hold on, and when his upper body fell, a large amount of black blood poured out of his mouth.
The dark blood dyed his lips, teeth, and jaw red, and soon soaked through the skirt of his uniform, which was woven with gold and embroidered with dragons.
"Father!"
Seeing this, the prince could no longer hold back his tears, ran down the stone steps, and ran over quickly.
He knelt down beside Emperor Qingming, and together with the two imperial doctors who followed him, they turned him over so that they could sit in front of him.
The boy used his thin body to support the equally thin emperor.
"Father, father..."
The boy burst into tears, his voice trembled, and he hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the blood that kept pouring out of Emperor Qingming's mouth.
Yes, he hoped that his father could leave as soon as possible and atone for his sins as soon as possible, but he could not remain indifferent in the face of his dying father.
"Where are the people...come out, come out..."
Emperor Qingming's eyes widened suddenly, but as if he couldn't see anything, he stretched out his hands and groped randomly in front of him.
Blood clogged his throat and it was difficult to speak. He tried to swallow it, but quickly spit out more.
The prince's tears flowed more and more violently: "Father, my son and I are here!"
Emperor Qingming grabbed his hand, followed his arm, and touched the boy's delicate neck with both hands.
"Xie Dingchen...I want...I have to kill you!"
The prince shed tears but did not struggle.
No need to struggle.
Those hands stained with blood had very little strength and were not strong enough to hurt him at all.
Princess Jingrong walked over slowly.
At this moment, the hands holding the prince's neck suddenly stopped, then let go of the boy, and grabbed him in her direction.
"Mother……"
Emperor Qingming seemed to have seen someone, and his eyes were fixed on the side of Princess Jingrong.
He called "Mother" in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he murmured incomprehensibly: "Mother, do you still blame me... But you must, must die... Only if you die, will my father feel guilty?"
You will feel that you owe me! If you are alive, there is no way you can compete with that bitch mother and son... If you can't be the queen, I can't be the eldest son..."
Princess Jingrong's expression changed drastically after she vaguely heard the key point.
"What did you say……"
She looked at the man covered in blood in disbelief.
"No, you can't blame me, I should blame you..." Tears welled up in Emperor Qingming's eyes, and his voice was hoarse and painful: "It's you...it's you who failed to give me a glorious birth! Even though I worked hard for it
, I tried my best... but it was still in vain... and all of this is because of you, how can I not complain if you want me to!"
His hands were still grasping desperately, as if he wanted to grasp things that had left him and that he never really owned.
"It was you..." Princess Jingrong's voice trembled: "Did you kill my mother?!"
She squatted down suddenly, grabbed one of his hands tightly, and repeatedly asked: "My mother was killed by you... right?"
Was his mother's death his first move?
It turns out that before anyone knew it, he had already started killing his loved ones!
Mother, father, and then her...
Sheng'er, second brother, second sister-in-law, third brother!
What on earth has he done!
Just for a throne?!
Even though there had been such earth-shattering things as regicide, everyone was still shocked when they heard that he was suspected of killing his mother.
Princess Jingrong was still questioning.
But the man never answered her, and he couldn't answer her anymore.
She noticed that the hand she was holding was gradually becoming weak, and the other hand was slowly hanging down.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, with black clouds crowded and surging.
"Boom——"
A thunder rolls from the distant sky.
Emperor Qingming's eyes were still wide open, his pupils dilated, and his eyes were still full of resentment and unwillingness.
There was a soft "pat" sound, and the first raindrop hit his face.
Doctor Zheng stretched out his hand tremblingly to test.
"Your Majesty... passed away..."
After a while, he tried his best to raise his voice and shouted——
"His Majesty passed away!"
"..."
The emperor is dead.
He died in the imperial mausoleum of Lingshan Mountain.
He died when all the unbearable truths were revealed.
The four people who should have knelt down and cried bitterly like a landslide were unusually quiet at this time.
For a while, except for the sound of wind and rain, there was almost no movement.
The emperor has been ill for a long time.
It has been so long that as early as a year ago, many people thought it could not last more than a few days.
However, the current tranquility is obviously not just because everyone has long expected this day——
Before this, they had never thought that the majesty and dignity of an emperor could be reduced to such an extent.
King Yan and Wu Chao came over.
Wu Chao came to his side and slowly squatted down.
He could see that his figure was reflected in those wide-open eyes.
Will you die in peace?
But the one who really deserves to die is not him at all, but the innocent people who lost their lives in his hands.
The young man stretched out his hand and covered those eyes.
As he slowly closed his eyes, he said in a low but clear and calm voice: "Have a good journey, Uncle Huang——"
I once heard A Yuan say that within half a quarter of an hour after death, people can still hear the sounds around them.
He thought that on the occasion of the big trip, he should let the other party hear him call him "Uncle Huang".
When he stood up, the fingers of the emperor's right hand hanging on the stone bricks moved slightly and almost invisiblely.
Princess Jingrong looked at the young man who stood up and stood to one side in surprise.
——Uncle Huang?!
The prince raised his head in confusion.
Doctor Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he only suspected that he had heard wrongly.
At this time, there was only a "plop" sound, and Ji Xiu knelt down beside him.
The person he knelt on was not the deceased emperor, but King Yan.
"When I was young, I was deceived by others and because of my narrow-mindedness, I finally made a big mistake. Now that the truth has been revealed, my enemy is dead, the sinner Ji Xiu has no shame to live in this world anymore. Now I am willing to die to express my regret!"
I only hope that Your Highness, considering that the guilty minister still has some merit today, can leave a way for my only daughter in the family to survive!"
After speaking, he kowtowed heavily.
Three clicks on the head, the force was so heavy that it seemed to shake the stone bricks under my feet.
After kowtowing, he was about to stand up, with a determined look on his face without any hesitation. He immediately grabbed a long knife and unsheathed the sharp blade in front of him. A cold light flashed in the rain curtain——
Just when he was about to wipe his throat with the knife, another cold light flashed in front of him, and there was a "dang" sound, and the sound of sharp blades clashing was heard. The long knife in his hand was picked away by the sharp sword and fell to the ground.
Ji Xiu stared blankly at the man sheathing his sword.
"Ji Shangshu doesn't have to be like this." King Yan looked at him and said: "After returning to the capital, he will have his own legal principles to judge the right and wrong."
As he said that, he looked around at the messy place: "The current situation is special. Something unexpected happened today. Everything in the palace needs to be sorted out by the Minister of Records -"
Ji Xiu knelt there, unable to recover for a long time.
How can he be responsible for the follow-up and the aftermath?
His Highness King Yan was clearly deliberately giving him the opportunity to continue to make meritorious deeds...
If he kills himself in front of everyone today to apologize, it will further prove the fact that Emperor Qingming committed regicide, and there will no longer be any dispute between the court and the court!
King Yan would not know this.
But the other party was unwilling and disdainful.
Ji Xiu smiled bitterly in his heart, but the figure of the young man who went in and out of the military camp all day long many years ago suddenly flashed in his mind.
Always following the young man were two equally young boys. When the two boys mentioned the second young master, their eyes lit up and they were willing to follow him through life and death.
What is it that makes these two children admire and admire...?
He was really stupid back then, his eyes were useless and his heart was blind!
Thinking about what he had done and complained about over the years, Ji Xiu's heart tugged and he kowtowed solemnly again. When his forehead touched the rain on the ground, his vision was blurred.
"Rumble--"
In the rain curtain, there was suddenly a burst of thunder, rolling in from the distant sky.
Xu Mingyi looked towards the sky where dark clouds were gathering.
Thunder strikes in spring and everything wakes up.
Along with the thunder came heavier rain.
The officials retreated to the mausoleum to take shelter from the rain, and Emperor Qingming's body was temporarily restrained.
The rain washed away the gloomy sky and washed away the blood everywhere.
