The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Chapter 37 [Qi Guanwei]

I have never regretted the decisions I made, whether it was following Qingyangbi and breaking up with the whole clan, severing the father-son relationship with Qi Guandu, or Qingyangbi joining the Li Dynasty after ascending the throne and opening the city gate in the final battle to serve the Yong Dynasty in advance. I have never regretted playing the dirge.

The decisions I make are deliberate and the only right ones.

But when Yang Qing stood in front of me and told me the death penalty he had received in a calm tone, I felt regret for the first time in my life.

Regrets are not enough, I wish I could take the place of him and suffer the punishment of hacking into pieces.I even began to question my own decision. Is it correct to insist on bringing the prince who should have been buried with the Yong Dynasty to modern times?

The name Qingyangbi left an impression in my mind that it was a quarterly examination of Taixue. I was born with a talent far beyond ordinary people. For me, poetry, books, riding and archery are just easy for me.

But the results of that quarterly exam exceeded my expectations, and there were two eye-catching words at the top of the red list—Qingjun.

The prince is honorable, and he is specially referred to by the word Qingjun.

At that time, my impression of Qingyangbi was still the only son today, a puppet who was pushed out, an idiot with no knowledge and skills, but it was this idiot in the eyes of everyone who overwhelmed me in both literary and military tests.

I have never tasted the taste of failure in my life, and this failure made me heartbroken, and I secretly made up my mind to compete with this prince.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the eye-catching word "Qingjun" on the red list disappeared. When I asked Xuezheng, Xuezheng only said that the judgment was wrong. Yes, I said I couldn't find it for a while.

I became a first name with a bad reputation.

My mind was more open than Bigan, and I quickly figured out the mystery hidden in it.The Yong Dynasty needs a puppet prince, no matter whether the prince is talented or not, he can only be an idiot to the outside world.

You can't show your sharpness, and you can't be outstanding in learning.

In the future, only Qi Guanwei's name will appear at the top of the red list.I don't need a first name that is not justified. A false first name is no different from humiliation to me.

I'm fed up with the filth of Peidu, so I invite myself to travel far to guard the border.

I went there for three years, and in my spare time, I would think of that clumsy prince in Peidu, and how he tried his best to prove himself.

What is he like now?Are your wings bound?Was it broken?Has he become a "qualified" prince?

Thinking about it, I suddenly wanted to meet the prince whom I had never met before, the only interesting person.

Soon, Qi Guandu sent a letter asking him to return to Pei, this time I did not refuse, besides the domestic slaves and the son of my aunt who was exiled to the frontier, I returned to Pei with me.My reason for saving him is simple, he has blood similar to my biological mother, but this alone is not enough to make me spend a lot of time, the decisive factor that really makes me reach out is the ambition shining in his eyes, I Appreciate ambitious people.

"Hurry up, hurry up! You move faster! There is a good show to watch, that guy is having a fight with someone, and he wants to take off his clothes!"

As soon as I entered Taixue, I heard two students whispering excitedly, and I quickly grasped the key point - that one.

"Excuse me, two elder brothers, who is that?" I stopped them and asked in surprise.

When the two students saw it, he immediately returned the salute, and said eagerly: "Who else..." One of them pouted his mouth upwards.

The other person was impatient, "Brother came back by coincidence, just in time for one of the three great sights - the Prince's practice."

I followed the two of them, turning around a piece of Xinghualin, a high-spirited voice was threatening: "Your sponsor, your relationship, who do you make good friends with, who do you have bad relations with, who you cherish, who you value , I can find out whoever I want to defend, and I have a hundred ways to make your life worse than death."

The spectators surrounded the place three times inside and outside.

I laughed, the little prince hadn't been turned into a well-behaved puppet by Peidu, he was still arrogant.

"Stop!" I yelled, parted from the crowd, walked up to the prince and looked at him.

Maybe everyone thinks that I can't stand the prince bullying others, but none of them know that the person I really want to get close to is the prince.

I finally saw clearly that the only person who had won me once was wearing a bright green long-sleeved gown, the hem of which was thinly wrapped with silver thread, and the winter jasmine flowers embroidered on the clothes were embroidered with deep and light peacock feathers. The leaves are filled with layers and come alive again.

Eyebrows flaring into the temples, eyes like swords, nose hanging from the gall, wishing to engrave the three big characters of "I don't accept it" on the forehead.

The evil relationship between me and the prince began with an unfair season exam, and has been entangled for a lifetime ever since.

I am conceited, the little prince is naive, the two of them together are a match made in heaven, as if only we can save Yongchao.

There is only one difference. I feel that I have the ability and should not be buried. I have to do some great things to help the society so that I can live in this world in vain.But I am not stupid, and I can rationally think about retreats after discovering that things cannot be done.

And the little prince regards himself as a hero, he is tied to Yong Chao, and if he cannot be saved, he will be destroyed together.

Before the crown prince ascended the throne, his biological mother Xuan and his wife were given three feet of white silk. The reason was that the young master was young, and he was afraid that his relatives would have cholera.

When we rushed to the palace, we only saw the corpses of Xuan and his wife. Jiang Xingzheng, who I despise, was accidentally cut off by a servant because he wanted to take Xuan and his wife out of the harem.

What was the prince's expression at that time?I don't remember clearly, he seemed to be crying, but he didn't seem to be crying.The prince put on the royal robe silently, sat on the throne silently, and began his first court meeting silently.

At the court meeting, no one cared about the grief of the new emperor's death of his father and mother. They quarreled over the posthumous title of Xuan and his wife and the location of the cemetery.

Some people say that Hyun and Madam did not practice meritorious deeds during their lifetime, nor were they the late emperor or empress, so they should not be buried with the late emperor in the imperial mausoleum, and they should find another geomantic treasure outside the palace.

Some people also said that Mrs. Xuanhe is the birth mother of today, so she should be named Empress Dowager Shengde.

In the end, the new emperor said that there is no need to confer titles, no need to enter the imperial mausoleum, and bury Xuan and his wife in her hometown.

In the past few days, there was a decree from the palace to let me enter the palace. The maid who led the way took me to the most corner buildings in the palace. She pointed to one of them and signaled that His Majesty was there. I looked up at the plaque—— Huilou.

My little prince sits under a jujube tree full of fruit. He is much thinner, his cheeks are deeply sunken, and his eyes that are always radiant are also dimmed. robe.

He noticed that I was looking at his robe, so he pointed to it and said to me, "My mother made it."

In a simple sentence, I could hear crying.It's good for him to cry, I'm afraid he will force himself not to cry.

I approached him, took off the fallen leaves hanging from his hair, and brushed the ashes off his shoulders, "Let's go out of the palace for a walk, there is a new plum opera troupe in Duli, and they have a good voice. Your favorite Spring River Night has accepted a lady who can dance the Hu Xuan Dance from the Western Regions, don't you want to watch it?"

The little prince snorted, "I came here for a serious business. Now that I am the king of a country, I don't have the time to find flowers and ask willows."

He pointed to the jujube tree above his head, "The jujube is ripe."

"Do you want jujube cake?"