Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 1001 Epilogue Empress (1)
Emperor Shun smiled faintly: "Remember, put my body in front of the Tai Chi Hall, then open the city gate, I want to see with my own eyes how much I failed, and let those illustrious people watch me just sit like this, let them Let's do something against me, and when they get out of the anger of besieging the city for a month, if they can stop the killing for the people, it will be the last thing I can do for my people."

"Your Majesty..." Both Zheng Jun and Chen He knelt down together. This was the first time they felt that sitting in front of them was the real... emperor of this empire.

Unfortunately...it was too late.

Emperor Shun sighed softly, a little mist escaped from his lips, he slowly raised his head, looked at the sky, and smiled softly.

"I, I have mistaken myself and others, but my Tianji kingdom has lasted for hundreds of years, and the successors of my Baili family will never cede land or pay compensation at any time. Although I can no longer guard this community, I can still obey me Ancestral precepts - the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country!"

The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies.

May God bless me in the Central Plains.

He closed his eyes slowly, and a little cold tear fell slowly.

The cold snow fell silently again, covering up the once handsome and now old and vicissitudes of the face of the last emperor on the throne.

In the distance, the eunuch called Old Tu raised his eyes and looked at the emperor in the snow from a distance. His stiff face twitched, and Qing Ming's eyes, which were completely different from his old hard face, instantly turned red. He closed his eyes. On the upper eye, desolate tears fell line by line.

He knelt down slowly on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of Emperor Shun, curled up, and cried so loudly that he couldn't help himself.

His Majesty……

Zhongqing... Zhongqing...

autumn house
"This day is really not accurate at all. If you say snow will fall, it will snow, and if you say it will stop, it will stop." Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, and dusted himself with a feather duster casually.

Qiu Yebai sat on the side, looking at the room not far away absent-mindedly, it was the place where the coffin stopped, and Feng Xiuyun had been in it for almost an hour.

"Fourth Young Master, if you are worried about Mrs. Feng, go in and have a look." Looking at her, Wuming knew what she was worried about.

She dragged her cheeks and sighed softly: "Mother's obsession with that man is probably the same in this life, but it's just a charred corpse, what can she see?"

I'm afraid that her sentimental mother will look at the gentleman on the cloud with the breeze and moon turned into a scorched corpse. Now that it has been such a long time, it will be even more unsightly. What's left.

"Perhaps it would have been better if you didn't try to snatch the corpse out at that time, but now you have to light a big fire again, and it will be burned to ashes." Qiu Yebai shook her head, risking the risk to snatch the corpse, she thought it would be better to let Once the fire burns cleanly, it will be fine.

Wuming's eyeballs moved slightly, flashed a strange color, and said casually: "After all, it is Madam Feng's thoughts, if Madam Feng doesn't even have the last thought, I am afraid that if she is sad, it will also make the Fourth Young Master sad. .”

Qiu Yebai looked at Wuming, and saw him playing with the feather duster, looking indifferent and distant, but the concern in his words still made her feel slightly sour.

But in this life, she is destined to fail him, to fail...

She suddenly thought of another person, and she involuntarily looked towards the sky in the direction of the palace. She wondered if the snow on the Pingyun Palace had already accumulated very thickly, and whether the man's armor that was once stained with the blood of the enemy had already been covered with snow. Hui, I don’t know if the grass is desolate in front of his clothes, or if there is rust on his sword...

"Fourth Young Master..." Wuming looked at her in a daze, with tears in her eyes, and she knew that she was thinking of the windy man who had already disappeared in the wind.

She closed her eyes, wiped away the tears in her eyes, raised her head and recovered her usual appearance, and said indifferently: "Well, let's wait a little longer."

It was just that the words had just finished, when suddenly a heavy bell rang—"Dang...dang...dang..."

She was stunned for a moment, and Wuming was also stunned. They listened silently to the bell ringing twelve times in succession.

The muffled chime, they recognized, was—the death knell of the palace.

Prince Shenglie, when the great general Wang Baili Lingfeng passed away, he rang ten times, but now it rang twelve times, could it be...

"Emperor Shun is doing well?" Wuming muttered to himself in disbelief.

Qiu Yebai stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the door, opened it, and looked in the direction of the palace with an extremely complicated expression.

"Why did it suddenly become so popular? Didn't Chuze just enter the palace..."

"I entered the palace just to see him off." A faint and cool voice suddenly sounded behind Qiu Yebai.

She was startled for a moment, then turned to look behind her, and saw a tall figure coming in from another door at some point.

"Why?" She suddenly looked at Baili Chuze in confusion.

She didn't know why Baili Chuze wanted to kill Emperor Shun, or let Emperor Shun commit suicide at this time.

"The emperor is also the lord of the country. The country will perish and the emperor will not survive. Isn't this a matter of course?" Baili Chuze said indifferently.

After listening to the content of the conversation, the nameless people exited the door wisely.

Qiu Yebai looked at his indifferent expression, narrowed her bright eyes slightly: "It's that simple?"

They have been husband and wife for several years, if she still doesn't understand him, it is useless to be a pillow person for so long.

He raised his eyes and looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and chuckled softly: "As a son, you must be filial once, so that your father can truly be an emperor once. Besides, it is not good for an emperor to die for his country and leave his name in history." Well, let alone..."

He paused, turned to look at Qiu Yebai, stroked her eyebrows with his fingertips, and his voice softened: "Besides, he can't die in your hands."

Qiu Yebai was stunned: "Ah Chu..."

At this time, the gentle to cold gaze in his eyes is definitely not what Aze would have.

Baili Chuze continued to say softly: "The emperor of the previous dynasty is a burden if he stays. If you keep him, you will leave the seeds of rebellion. If you don't keep him, it will be easy to give others a handle to avenge the late emperor. rebelled under the banner of the Hehe people, and now he died in the hands of the Hehe people..."

"It doesn't mean that I forced him to kill him, and the opponent's rebellion is not so legitimate. Moreover, if the Wenjia army invaded the capital, repelled the Hehe people, and buried Emperor Shun generously, he would also be able to get the title of teacher of benevolence and righteousness. Is that so?" Qiu Yebai has been trained to be extremely sensitive over the years, and such methods above the political arena are even more inferences.

Baili Chuze looked at her and nodded appreciatively: "That's right, Xiaobai is really getting smarter."

Qiu Yebai didn't smile, but just looked at him quietly: "Ah Chu, can I hug you?"

(End of this chapter)