mousepad-d2 Chapter 15: Love
Chapter 15: Love
Emperor Yi was ruthless and extravagant. He collected taxes from the people every year for the construction of the palace. Taking advantage of the prosperity of his ancestors, he squandered the land recklessly. The people all over the world complained. , the treacherous officials in the court were in power, and the prime minister, Du Yizhong, would shed tears every time he thought about the prosperous world brought down by the former emperor.
Later, Fang Hongyi got tired of playing with him and saw that he was really stupid, so he let him fend for himself. Fang Wenqing endured the humiliation and secretly studied with a teacher, studied military books, and recruited ministers who were dissatisfied with Fang Hongyi in the court. After 11 years of planning, he finally Success in one fell swoop.
In March of the 12th year of Emperor Yi, the Nine Princes raised troops in the name of conquering Wudao. The people all over the world revolted, and the soldiers turned against each other.
In October of the same year, Fang Wenqing led the army to capture the imperial city. Upon hearing the news, Emperor Yi committed suicide in the Zichen Palace, and his body was hung on the city wall for more than a month.The new emperor succeeded to the throne and amnesty the world. Ren Xianju was able to gather capable people and strangers from all over the world, reorganize steel, and personally put on armor to fight against foreign enemies. In just 10 years, he wiped out 5 small countries in one fell swoop and quelled the border wars. Under his governance, the dynasty reached Unprecedented prosperity, known as Emperor Qing in history.
In the seventh year of Emperor Qing's reign, Fang Wenqing went south to Yangzhou. He especially remembered the startling glimpse at the bridgehead in Yangzhou. The man was dressed in white and snowy, and he was more delicate than flowers. It was also that look that made his long-buried hatred grow little by little. Just one look He had already guessed who this person was.Afterwards, he ordered someone to bring Liu Yiran into the palace, imprison him in the Qingxiao Hall and torture him little by little, making him lie under him. He wanted to vent this hatred on her son inch by inch, and he wanted to Let that woman not rest in peace even if she dies.
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However, Liu Yiran's stubbornness, Liu Yiran's gentleness, Liu Yiran's pride, and even Liu Yiran's affection, unexpectedly, unexpectedly made him a little bit at a loss.
In the dark night, Fang Wenqing stood outside the gate of the Qingxiao Hall with his hands behind his back, but he didn't have the courage to take a step closer, and every time he took a step, his heart became confused.
Xiao Dezi followed him with a lantern in his hand, looked at the lonely figure, and shook his head with a sigh.Fang Wenqing still stood still and did not go in, looking at the dancing candlelight on the window sill, asked for a long time
"How's it going"
Xiao Dezi replied, "It's already the fifth day since I returned to the emperor." Yes, the master has been in a coma for five days and five nights. Xiao Dezi doesn't know what happened that night. The masters' affairs are their servants' responsibility. Asked, but the emperor's thoughts, he was even more unable to guess, and could not guess.
Fang Wenqing withdrew his eyes and looked at the crabapple flowers that were faintly visible in the dimness, and asked cautiously, "Did I do something wrong?"
Xiao Dezi opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to answer. It was the first time he saw this invincible emperor and he was at a loss and asked him, this slave, if he did something wrong. Xiao Dezi secretly wiped away his tears and replied
"Why doesn't the emperor ask your heart well?"
Fang Wenqing reached out to touch his chest, felt the beating there, and murmured, "Why can you see my heart, but I... can't see my own heart"
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"Go, go."
Fang Wenqing turned around, stopped looking, stretched out his hand to gather the fox fur on his body, and walked back along the original road step by step.
The candlelight in the lantern danced and made a whining sound from time to time, illuminating the whirling figures and shadows of trees.The moon is bleak, the shadows are hazy, and the night is as cold as ice.
It's late at night, love, I don't know when, it's also deep.
next day
Xiao Dezi couldn't wait to run in and didn't bother to salute, he stammered and shouted
"Your Majesty, Young Master Liu, he...he..."
Fang Wenqing's subordinates kept on painting, and replied
"woke up?"
Xiao Dezi hurriedly continued
"hanged himself"
The tip of the pen trembled slightly, and tapped the corner of the outlined eye.The person in the painting is dressed in elegant clothes, with picturesque eyebrows and soft lines. Although it is not colored, it is so graceful and elegant, but there is a mole of weeping blood on the eyebrows and eyes for no reason.
"Xiao Cui went to give medicine to Mr. Liu early this morning, and when he entered the door, he saw... Your Majesty, please slow down, the slave hasn't finished talking yet, Your Majesty..."
Xiao Dezi followed behind the emperor who had disappeared before he finished listening, and there was no shadow of the emperor when he ran out by himself.He stretched out his hand and patted his right cheek lightly, muttering
"With your mouth, don't talk about good things, just talk about worrying people"
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As soon as Fang Wenqing stepped into the front door, he saw the maid Xiaocui crying out to pour water from a water basin.Seeing Fang Wenqing knelt down and saluted reluctantly with hatred, Fang Wenqing waved her to get up, and asked lightly
"died?"
In the morning Xiaocui went to feed Liu Yiran medicine and pushed open the door to see the three-foot white silk hanging from the beams of the house. Xiaocui scrambled and crawled up the overturned stool and stood on it to try to calm down her limp limbs. She desperately hugged Liu Yiran's legs and lifted him up to save him. Fortunately, she found it in time, otherwise...Xiao Cui couldn't imagine what would happen to her if the young master really disappeared. .I also remembered what happened that night when I saw the young master covered in scars. A man like the young master suffered such a great humiliation, and now he heard the emperor coldly ask if he was dead, for the sake of the young master Distressed, although the emperor is terrible, what she is most afraid of now is that there will be troubles with the young master. It doesn't matter if he is the heavenly king, Laozi or Xitian Tathagata, the worst is death, what else should she care about, Xiaocui contradicted angrily
"Dead, the emperor should be satisfied now"
Speaking of which, he picked up the empty basin and entered the hall angrily, regardless of the crime of beheading.
Fang Wenqing murmured loudly
"Dead? Dead, hehehehe..."
Xiaocui scolded as she walked, and put the basin in her hand on the toilet rack with a bang
"No heart, no heart, the emperor is the most ruthless, hum..."
Suddenly remembered the person on the bed in the inner room, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, walked in lightly, looked at the man on the bed who was staring blankly at the man above the bed curtain, his heart was full of bitterness, tears of disappointment The stream flowed out, knelt on the bedside and called "Young Master" a few times, but the man still didn't move, and even seemed to be breathing.His life was saved, but after waking up, he had been staring at the curtain for more than two hours.The imperial doctor said that it was due to overstimulation that he was delirious, but it had been so long that he didn't even blink his eyelids.
"Young master, wake up quickly, woo woo..."
Xiao Cui lay on the side of the couch and cried, unable to make a sound, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more angry she became, the more uncomfortable she became, and the more uncomfortable she felt, the more she wanted to cry, and finally burst into tears as if she had run out of control, not even knowing when Fang Wenqing came in. know.
"go out"
The extremely cold voice pierced through the hall, and Xiao Cui fell to the ground trembling all over, raising her head as if to bump into Wen Qing's stern eyes who wanted to kill someone, Xiao Cui had long since ignored anything, she knew it was because of this domineering and ruthless son of the emperor It will become what it is today.
"Slaves have to take care of the son"
Although he was firm, but in the face of such an arrogant and capricious emperor, there was still a bit of timidity in his voice
"go out"
This sound pierced people's eardrums even more, like the frost on the snowy mountains that has not melted for thousands of years wants to freeze people completely.
Xiao Cui was also afraid, she timidly stood up and bowed, closed the door and went out, her body flashed under the dark blue window, her ears leaning against the wall to eavesdrop.
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