​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

But days have passed.

Wave after wave of soldiers were sent out.

One after another, mountain tops, official roads, small roads and main roads searched in the past. Up to now, there are no people alive, no dead bodies, and even no news has been collected.

So big people, so many dark guards, Leng is like vanishing out of thin air.

Not to mention the soldiers, even Zhao Junyao's mentality has collapsed.

There are more and more victims in the city, and the casualties are more and more serious.

Famines, diseases, riots, fights, all these disasters should be followed by troubles.

In addition, there are people with ulterior motives who are constantly making trouble.

The people in the city were in a panic, and everyone lived with fear.

Everyone is like a string stretched to the limit, and can't stand the slightest toss.

The more he thought about it, the more tightly Zhao Junyao frowned.

The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, and the situation is extremely unfavorable.

It involves the great people in the city.

He has no better way. He can do nothing but dispatch food relief and step up soldiers' patrol.

As the emperor who has controlled the world for decades, he was in such a passive situation for the first time.

This feeling of being out of control, completely unable to control the direction of the development of the situation, and only being carried forward by things, really made him extremely upset.

Most of all, he had to let it go.

That's enough. That's enough of being left to be slaughtered.

If he finds out the truth one day, he will surely give the trouble makers a price.

What about the old man? He is still ambitious.

Zhao Junyao was full of sorrow.

He clenched his fists, looked coldly, stared out of the window, looked gloomy and said nothing. He sat so worried all night.

After sitting all night, he grew old in an instant.

The body shape is more rickets, the white hair on the temples is more, even the eyes full of frost are more bloody and turbid, less fierce and domineering.

The emperor who once flourished in the world was finally changed by the years.

……

He didn't take Li Sheng'an with him this time.

First of all, he is very old, and his old arms and legs can't stand the fatigue.

Secondly, I don't need to deal with anything any more. It's enough to take two little eunuchs to manage the chores.

So after entering the city, he didn't have a good assistant at all.

Fortunately, Li Deming is still here.

As the son of Li Sheng'an, he has inherited almost all the biographies of his godfather, and his situation and style are quite similar.

Smart but steady, smart but not smart.

These two points are very suitable for him, and Zhao Junyao can easily use them.

Horizontal vertical, whose confidant is not a confidant?

Li Deming knew that there was no one beside the emperor, and he also knew about his godfather.

So he took the initiative to take on the things around the emperor.

He was responsible for the arrival and departure, the summoning and the edict.

……

The night before, Li Deming finished the emperor's last will, that is, let the 500 people search and rescue the emperor's will.

Half an hour later, he came back.

See the emperor standing in the window worried look.

He wanted to persuade but didn't dare to. He knelt down and didn't dare to say a word.

Zhao Junyao didn't have the heart to say much.

After hearing his reply, he waved and told him to go down.

Li Deming even more dare not say, kowtow to leave.

It was not until the next morning that he came to serve the emperor.

It seems that the emperor sat at the window all night.

At the end of October, Guangnan was not hot or cold, but it was very humid.

I heard that the emperor had been in poor health. A few days ago, aunt ziyue, who was next to the empress dowager, came to deliver the medicine and told her in every way.

We should not be affected by cold or heat. We must take medicine on time and publicize Taiyi on time.

Otherwise

His whole heart rose at once.

If anything happens to the emperor, he will be responsible even if he died a hundred times.

Li Deming rushed forward with a cold back.

"Emperor, have you... Sat here all night?"

"What's wrong with you? I'll send a doctor to show you! "

He was very worried.

Zhao Junyao was upset and waved his hand.

"No need!"

He sighed and asked.

"What's the news today? What's the matter outside? "

These are two questions. The first one is about the emperor, and the second one is about the people outside.

His voice was hoarse and full of vicissitudes. The blood in his eyes seemed heavier than before, and the black hair on his temples turned gray overnight.

Li Deming is heartbroken.

It's said that it's too cold at high places. Where is it just too cold? This is too much!

The emperor was 50 or 60 years old. After abdication, he should have lived a life of leisure and wealth.

But now! At such an old age, he has to travel to Xibo, breaking his heart for the people.

The emperor is even more so. No one can live, no one can die.

Unfortunately, if the emperor really has a problem, doesn't the emperor want white hair people to send black hair people??

Li Deming didn't dare to think about it any more. He bowed his head and felt uncomfortable.

Emperor, where on earth have you been!

Li Deming answered respectfully.

"Report back to the emperor. There's no news. Everything is fine outside!"

Then he took out a stack of folds from his sleeve and offered them with both hands.

"It's a souvenir from the north. It's only a few adults' serfs from the Ministry of household and Tai hospital who presented it to the emperor!"

Zhao Junyao was stunned and took it.

Looking at the familiar and strange gold stamping Memorial, he was filled with emotion.

So many years of abdication, so many years of decentralization.

He never thought that one day, he could hold the memorial which symbolized the link between the emperor and the courtiers in his hand.

This is exclusive to the emperor and the only communication between the courtiers and the emperor besides going to court.

They should have appeared in chen'er's hands.

He is a good emperor. He will read and mark them carefully, and then return them to the courtiers.

But now

Chen son's life and death is uncertain, the courtiers can't but turn to hand over the fold to the emperor who has abdicated for many years.

You can imagine how helpless they are.

And he himself, why not helpless?

Zhao Junyao waved.

"It's nothing. You go down first."

Li Deming should leave with a salute. He is the only one left in the room.

Zhao Junyao put the fold on his desk and opened it skillfully with his hands full of cocoons.

Check, reply, review and seal.

He has been working on this process all his life, so skillful that he can't be any more.

But never like now, let him full of helplessness and despair.

Yes, it's despair.

Even for a moment, he doubted everything about himself.

Before, including yesterday.

He has a strong sense of belonging and responsibility to the whole country.

He felt that since he was sitting on the land, he had to protect all the people, and he had to work hard to make them live a good life.

If during the reign of an emperor, people's lives can not be improved and the country can not be stronger, then the emperor must not be qualified.