Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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In the corner of Fang Palace, there was a crying cry, and the eunuchs in front of the red eyes were very reluctantly smiling and let the **** leave the temple. After a moment of silence, she shrank her hand in her sleeve and clutched the handkerchief. The voice was hoarse and said: "I don't believe it."

At this time, the palace has become a mess, and the Queen Mother has successively made a few wishes. Whether it is the Queen of the East Palace or the Ningcai, they must immediately move to the Hall of Light. There is no exception to Yi Guifei, who raised the youngest emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, in the temple, Yi Guiqing clearly heard these wills, of course, understand that the so-called move to the Hall of Lights is just to facilitate the surveillance of these people in the palace.

Her thoughts are a bit stunned. I don't know what kind of situation I will face with my son... The emperor is dead? The emperor is dead! Her horns were a little messy, and she shook her head hard, seemingly trying to drive this shocking news out of her mind.

"How can the emperor die, how can he die?"

She bit her lower lip tightly, and her rosy lips were bitten out of the blue print. The rain outside the palace has stopped, and the humming is also resting, but the chill of the heart is filled in the air, wrapping her body, so that she can not help but chill.

Although the Emperor’s Majesty has no particular preference for the female color, there are more than 20 in the harem. However, Yigui is the most favored person in the past few years. If she wants to say that she has no trace of the emperor. Feelings, nature is false. However, her grief at this time, her fear, her uneasiness is not just because of the news of her death.

The military, the Supervisory Institute, the state and the county, and a thousand miles of communication to Kyoto, delivered the big news to the nobles in Beijing - the assassination of His Majesty!

however. The intelligence of the military and the state and county is that the assassination of the inferior land is the supervision of the court!

Xiao Fan’s collusion with Dong Yicheng’s four Gu Jian, on the occasion of the Dadong Mountain’s sacrifice to the heavens, trembled against the heart, and violently smashed!

The information of the supervision institute only confirmed the death of the Majesty, but it was particularly vague in the description of the specific process, but confirmed the authenticity of the previous two news.

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However, Yigui does not believe it!

She did not believe that the Emperor’s Majesty had already died. But I don’t believe that this thing is done by Xiao Fan! This simply does not make sense. The emperor’s sacrifice to the heavens is to abolish the prince. The status of Fan’s leisure will only be further stabilized after the sacrifice of the heavens. How could he suddenly choose such a ridiculous move at this moment?

Yigui is really scared. She felt that a net had been put on the fan, and it was followed by the Fangfang Palace. She was born in Liu, and she was honored with Fan Fu, and Fan Xian was even more hand-picked... Three Emperors!

If Fan Xian really becomes the first offender, Fan Fu is naturally full of copying, Liu Jia is also difficult to escape, Yi Guifei may be pushed into the well. And the three emperors...

"Mother! Mother!" The three emperors who had just received the sound of the wind ran into the hall and ran all the way to cry. When he ran to the front of Yigui, he stopped and took a look at his mother with a more mature look than his peers.

Yi Guizhen nodded in some sense of disappointment.

The three emperors licked their mouths and forcibly endured a forbearance, but they still couldn't hold back. Wow, I burst into tears and threw myself into the arms of Yigui.

After a long while, Yi Gui bite his teeth and took the son out of his arms. He looked at his eyes in disgust and said: "Don't cry, don't cry. Now is not crying... Your father The emperor is a monarch who stands in the sky. You can't cry."

The three emperors Li Chengping sobbed. But standing firmly in front of the mother, nodded heavily. Long-term court life. Following Fan’s leisure in the south of the Yangtze River, the nine-year-old daring prince’s heart has long been tempered enough to know that it is extremely important for her mother to confess at this time.

"It’s all passing now, it’s your master Fan’s thorns.” Yi Gui’s eyes stared at his son’s eyes.

After the three princes’ eyes were slightly flustered, they calmed down and said: “I don’t believe it! The master is not such a person, and...he has no reason.”

Yigui smiled reluctantly and patted his son’s head and said, "Yes, although there are reports from the military and the state, but few people will believe that your master is unfavorable. Know that he is the most important courtier of your father."

"Not only do we not believe." Yi Gui said with a bite of his teeth: "The Queen Mother does not believe, otherwise Fan Fu has already been copied, and the crazy woman will not be buried in the land."

The three emperors nodded.

Yigui said with a low voice: "But the Empress Dowager will not be completely unbelievable, although I don't know why... Your aunt will soon enter the palace, and the morning sister and Sisi will also enter the palace, if the Queen Mother really believes in Dadongshan. The thing is that your master is doing the land, I am afraid that immediately, Fan Liu will fall into desperation."

"What can a child do?" The three emperors clenched their fists and knew that they would have been completely pressed into the master's leisure. If the master was really beaten into a monk, he would never turn over. Power.

"Nothing to do, just cry, sad, with the Queen Mother..." Yi Guizhen suddenly sighed, his eyes flashed a pitiful look, and the three emperors fell into their arms again, "Dadongshan things I didn't know for a day, your master didn't return to Kyoto one day, and the Queen Mother wouldn't immediately start with the Fan family. We need these hours to influence the Queen Mother, and then...wait for your master to come back."

After a few moments of silence, the three emperors nodded. Like his mother, he had great confidence in Fan Xianxiang. In their hearts, as long as the master returned to Kyoto, he would be able to solve the whole thing.

The **** was urging outside.

Yigui嫔 some six

The land began to move to the Hall of Light.

In the eyes of the three emperors, there was a glimmer of ochre, and a handful of vans were given from the table to give him a poisoned dagger, carefully hidden in cute little boots.

He did not agree with his mother's previous words. It was not safe in the Hall of Light. The two brothers couldn't make a crazy thing for the chair left by the father.

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Prince Edward Li Chengyu slowly arranged the clothes. There was no madness on his face, and the death of the emperor was passed to the palace. His Royal Highness was the same as that of all the emperors. Crying in the ground. Sadness is hard to hide.

It’s just that his ground color is sad, and it’s a bit more white. Going to the door of the East Palace, facing the twilight of the distant East, he bowed deeply, and two tears fell in his eyes.

After a long time. He straightened up and straightened his body, thinking sadly in his heart: "Father, not a son is not filial. Just you have forced me to no retreat."

Hong Zhu led the guard at the gate of the East Palace, waiting for the Queen and the Prince to move to the Hall of Light.

The prince looked out of the palace door and turned back to look at the queen, frowning slightly. Forced to cover the helplessness in the eyes. Holding the mother's hand, whispered in her ear: "Please mourn after the mother."

The Queen Empress, who has always been a brow, has been trapped in the East Palace for the past six months. However, today I suddenly heard the news of his assassination in Dadongshan. The woman who embroidered with the emperor Qingmei still collapsed. The whole person listened to the news from the palaces like a walking dead, but he only sat on the couch and wept.

"Your father is dead..." The Queen looked at the Prince with no eyes.

The Prince slowly bowed his head. Said: "The baby knows, just... everyone is dying."

His face is still a sorrow, and this sentence is extremely indifferent.

The Queen seemed to have recovered her mind in an instant, understood this sentence, and looked at her son incredulously. Zhang opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a while!

"The sacrifice is not completed." The Prince whispered: "The son will be the right emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and you will be the Queen Mother."

The empress did not know how many complicated emotions had arisen in his heart, and his lips trembled. It was not until a long time later that he ate Ai Ai and said: "It is the land. It is the earth, yes... Fan is the genius, I... I have said that it is a demon star... We are old Li family... always ruined in the hands of their mother and son... After a while, go to the Hall of Light, and immediately ask the Empress Dowager to decree Copying! No, Fan Liu will be completely ruined. I have to kill Chen Pingping’s old dog!"

The Prince took the Queen's hand and suddenly heighed a few points. The queen is suffering. Lived in the mouth.

The prince was attached to her ear and said softly in a word: "Don't say this. Remember, don't say a word... If you want me to sit on the dragon chair, don't say anything. Now there is no People will believe that Fan Xianjun, you have to say this, no one even believes... So we have to wait in the Hall of Light, and after four or five days, the evidence will come back, when you don’t say The Queen Mother knows what to do."

The queen was trembling, as if she never knew her son.

The prince finally whispered in her ear: "Qin Heng will go into the palace for a while... The old man, you talk, and the Queen Mother will speak."

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In the second imperial palace, not far from the palace, the second emperor is, like his brother, tidying up his clothes while simulating sadness. As a family of the emperor, he is best at acting, so he thinks when he is thinking. In many things, the expression on the face is still in place.

Wang Hao Ye Linger looked at him indifferently, and did not go forward to help him. He asked softly in a moment: "Do you believe it?"

The second emperor’s hand paused and calmly replied: “I don’t believe it, I appreciate Fan Xian, he has no reason to do this.”

Ye Linger wrinkled a good-looking brow and asked, "Why then... rumors are saying this?"

"The rumors are just rumors, and they stop at the wise." The second emperor bowed his head slightly and rolled up the white sleeves. He was wearing a light-coloured single coat today, and he looked very quiet and silent. "Before there is no evidence, I will not believe that Fan Xi will be so." Be bold."

Ye Linger softened her heart and said softly: "Be careful when you enter the palace."

The second emperor smiled reluctantly and patted his wife's face and said, "What should be taken care of? The father of the emperor, but now the secret is not mourning. After the matter of Dongshan is clear, it will be a national mourning. Then the Prince was enthroned, and I am still the humble second prince."

"You are willing?" Ye Linger looked at him with surprise.

After the silence of the second emperor, he suddenly said: "I don't want you, I suspect that Dongshan's things are done by the Prince..."

Ye Linger was shocked and smothered his mouth.

The second emperor smiled a bit. Said: "Just guessing."

After saying this, he walked outside the gate and called his own in the corner. He whispered: "Notify the father-in-law. Always ready to go to Beijing."

Yes, the father was dead, and the second emperor stood at the door of the mansion. Suddenly, the sky above his head had already begun to shine in the blue and blue, and no one could stop on top of his own head. He is very clear about the things in Dadongshan. Because the Princess of the Long Princess never smashed him.

The Prince will be enthroned, but regardless of whether the fan is dead or alive, how can the old guys who stand behind Fan’s leisure be shackled?

The second emperor's lips sneered a little. I will help the Prince, and the chair will temporarily let him sit, let him face the powerful counter-attack of the Supervisory Academy and Fan, and he only needs indifference.

When, see what he will fall to!

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Not too late to be sad.

All the people who knew the news of the emperor's assassination had no time to sorrow. After the shock, they began to calm down and some indifference to start the follow-up. Those who were qualified to sit in the chair began to prepare. Those who are qualified to decide which chair to belong to begin to ventilate in the dark.

Although the Queen Mother asked the relevant personnel to enter the palace in the first time, it still gave those people enough time to communicate.

All locals seem to have forgotten that the dead one is the most powerful king since the founding of the country. It is the supreme rule that has ruled this country for more than 20 years and is the spiritual symbol of all the people of the country.

They were distracted by the dividends in front of them and the smell of the nose. I only had time to be excited and fearful, pretending to be sad, but not really sad in my heart.

Only one person is excluded.

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The princess slowly pushed open the gates of the royal family, which had been closed for several months, and stood calmly on the stone steps. Looking down to the carriages and eunuchs who had entered the palace, the beautiful and delicate features did not tremble. She is dressed in a thin white dress, very pretty. Extremely. Sadness is at its peak.

She did not look back to see the other hospital. Slowly raise your head and look at the blue sky after the sky. The grief on the face is getting heavier and heavier, thicker and thicker, thicker to the extreme, it is light, and there is no trace of emotion. The jade-like skin seems to be transparent, so that all the people in the world can see her. The true feelings inside.

That hurts and calms.

Li Yunrui smiled slightly, and the light was scattered. In his heart, he said softly to the soul of a certain emperor on the far side of the mountain: "Brother, go well."

Then she took the carriage and drove to the palace that was about to decide to belong to the country.

Unlike the Prince and the Second Emperor, she did not bother to guard against the Supervisory House and Fan. Because she stands taller and looks farther. The key to the whole thing has been confirmed with the three horses who have returned to Beijing, and the things behind them are simply simple.

As long as you are dead, the whole thing is over.

Regardless of whether the Queen Mother will believe in Fan Xiujun, she is the Queen Mother of Qingguo after all, she must believe, and the Princess has a way to convince her.

As for whether the Prince or the second emperor succeeded, the long princess Li Yunrui did not care much. Her concern was only the death of that person.

I can help you, when you abandon me, I can destroy you.

The woman in the carriage laughed and then cried.

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The rain slowly dripped from the branches at the gate, and it has been a few days since the three rides into Beijing. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, the change of Miyagi and the city gates, the Kyoto government campaign to maintain public security, the abnormal silence of the supervision, let the people of Kyoto faintly guess the truth of the facts.

The truth they can't believe.

The reaction of Limin is always different from the power. They see things more directly and sometimes more accurately. They only know that Qingguo is a good emperor. At least from the life of the people of Qingguo, Qingdi is a rare good. emperor.

Therefore, the people are sad and sad, crying, and do not know what the future of this country will become. They also have doubts in their hearts. In any case, they don’t believe that Xiao Fan’s adults will be... the thief who should kill thousands of knives!

The officials did not believe it at the beginning, but the 500-black rider of Fan’s relatives has not seen any return so far, and the official ship that stopped in Zhangzhou disappeared. The testimony of Dadongshan's surviving "live mouth" refers directly to Fan Xian, and countless evidences have begun to be collected in the palace. Although it is not enough to prove anything, it can convince some people who are willing to be convinced.

Fan Fu has been controlled.

The National Government is also under control.

Perhaps it is the wind and rain that will come soon.

I heard that the palace began to prepare for the prince.

The Prince who is about to be abolished will succeed... History and reality are always so absurd.

At this time, a businessman selling soybean oil, wearing a hat, and using the documents of the Palace Department, went through the closed door to the semi-closed Dongcheng Gate, and went to a corner of Nancheng. Inn.

Through the window of the inn, you can see the two houses in front of Fan Fu surrounded by heavy soldiers. The businessman took off his hat and looked at the house in the distance. He coughed twice in his chest and flashed a complex emotion in his eyes.

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(I have always lived in the best friend's house in Shanghai, and I haven't seen my friends in three days. This is a big problem brought about by not going to a place for a long time. Friends have not seen it for four or five years. If you don't see each other, then the sky is full of anger, so the night and night rushing on the streets of strange Shanghai, endure the pain of tears caused by cold and inflammation.

I have been taking medicine all the time, drinking very little, but I have not seen the disease well. I have been missing the appointment schedule on the paper. I am in a state of madness - when did I become such a social busy person? What is the behavior of a big city every time like a spring tour?

At this annual meeting, the date of leaving Shanghai was deliberately pushed, because there are too many friends who want to see and talk, but still can't arrange it properly. This is my own problem. Take up some pages, make a snap to friends who haven't seen you, and come back next year.

Ps: It didn't affect the year of writing. It was a very strange thing for me. However, after all, I was sick, my head was still in a dim, and I would like to ask everyone for a day off tomorrow, ok? I will step down. I never thought that Shanghai would be so cold at this time. )

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