Immediately after the death of the master

Chapter 60

Eat thoroughly, eat beautifully, and eat without leaving traces.

Remembering the rebellion of the third prince, thousands of people died in the palace overnight, and when the sun rose the next day, it still seemed like nothing had happened.

After nine years, my master and I set foot on this bluestone floor tile again, but this time, our identities with the "prince" were reversed, he would kill the ghost, and we are the victors, as the master of this palace city Step into the center of this right with your identity.

The guards in black scale armor opened the door of Chengtian Temple for us, and the heavy wooden door was silently slid to both sides, and heavy dust swirled up where the light could touch.

This is a place where hundreds of officials make pilgrimages every day, but this palace has been idle for more than half a month-half a month ago, Prime Minister Ji led hundreds of officials to defect to the master, if the master did not ask to see his emperor brother for the last time, they would personally serve on the head of their emperor.

Now, the former crown prince, and now the deposed emperor, is in the Chengtian Palace.

Waiting for the arrival of the master.

The Chengtian Hall is magnificent and expansive, with an extraordinary atmosphere. Standing in front of the gate of the hall, you can feel the pressure of imperial power and nobility. This is the foundation of Dayu Kingdom accumulated for a hundred years, and it is the physical manifestation of the majestic kingship.

Today, such a magnificent palace has no lamps, and the faint light from the gate is swallowed by the dust rising from the depths of the hall. People standing at the gate can only vaguely see the pillars on both sides and the stairs at the end of the palace.

The master ordered the black feather guards not to follow, lifted his feet, stepped across the threshold of the palace, and stepped on the square bricks in the palace.

I followed closely behind my master, and when both of us entered the palace, the palace door behind us was slowly closed.

Now, there are only three people left in this most magnificent building, the master, me, and the king who is on his way to the end next to the throne.

The cloth shoes fell on the square bricks, and the dull sound echoed in the hall.

Xu Yuque is well-informed. He once told me that gold wares are too vulgar to be placed under the sun. Those magnificent gold wares should be placed at the junction of darkness and light, and admired in the ambiguous light and shadow. In this way, Only get the fun.

Today, I finally understand.

The dragon chair of golden lacquer wood can only be admired in half-light, so as to understand the unpredictable shadow behind this boundless power.

At the end of the journey, the king stroked the intricate pattern on the dragon chair and stared at it for a long time.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly and looked at us under the steps. The moment he looked at me, the spring breeze was blowing on his face, as if this place was not a majestic temple, but a bamboo forest where monks lived in seclusion.

"Eighth brother, you're here." His voice was clear and clear.

"Well, brother, I'm here."

The master drew out the sword from his waist and stepped onto the stage with the sword in hand.

Facing the sharp sword that was shining brightly, Emperor Fei was not afraid at all. His demeanor was bright and clear, without the misery of a doomed person. With a gentle light in his eyes, he said with a smile:

"Eighth brother, do you know that the person I envy the most is you. When I was a child, I lived with trepidation and caution, lest my father would depose me one day. At that time, I envied you so much, everyone Everyone likes you, my father likes you, my concubine Duan likes you, your mother and concubine like you, and I—I like you too."

"I know, brother."

The master raised his sword and pointed it at the throat of the deposed emperor.

Emperor Fei took half a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold the sword body, the sharp blade tore through his palm, and blood slipped from the blade, perhaps because of the pain, Emperor Fei finally couldn't maintain his elegant and handsome performance, he frowned, with an indelible emotion Sorrow lingers between the brows.

"But I don't envy you anymore, Fu Jin, I don't envy you anymore." His voice changed from pain to sorrow, and his voice gradually increased. Tightening the sword, he said sharply, "The expectation of the king's favor is too terrible! Being pushed to become a king is too terrible!"

He snatched the master's sword and threw his blood-stained sword on the dragon chair. He pointed at the symbol of power and roared mournfully:

"Fu Jin, look clearly, the people on the dragon chair have no heart!"

After roaring, all his energy was exhausted, he supported the throne, his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, like a madman.

At this moment, he finally had the appearance that a doomed person should have.

He supported the dragon chair that had ruined his life, and made a sound that seemed to be crying but not laughing, echoing in the empty hall.

I don't have much contact with the prince. In my memory, he is a gentle and somewhat cowardly elder brother. He is often isolated from the crowd surrounded by the master, watching from a distance, but he dare not approach.

Now, Qingfenglangyue's young master is driven to a dead end by his favorite younger brother.

It took a long time before he returned to normal from the irrational frenzy, his claw-like hands tightly gripped the dragon chair, his joints turned white, and the backs of his hands were covered with blue veins.

He turned his face sideways, looked through his master, and landed in an unknown place, his voice was ethereal:

"Eighth brother, do you hate your father?"

"hatred."

"Eighth brother, do you hate your concubine mother?"

"……hatred."

"Then—do you hate me?"

"..."

"...don't hate..."

The master's voice was as soft as a mosquito, with a hint of crying.

The waste emperor couldn't help laughing, and then sighed again.

He braced himself up and held his master's hand with bloody hands until his white hands were stained with the same blood. His eyes were ruthless and his aura was extraordinary, just like a real emperor, entrusting his successor .

"Eighth brother...Eighth brother, the throne, the country of the Fu family—"

Before he finished speaking, blood slowly oozed from his seven orifices. He had already taken the poison. When he was dying, his pupils were already cloudy, and his face was twitching uncontrollably, but he still clenched his master's hand tightly, staring wide He rolled his eyes and said.

"Brother, I will leave it to you."

After struggling to finish the last sentence, the emperor collapsed.

The master stretched out his hand to support him, but his trembling hands could not help a person who was determined to die.

The waste emperor fell down beside the dragon chair, splashing dust, and the blood coughed up from his mouth splashed on the Xumi seat at the bottom of the dragon chair.

Two years after succeeding to the throne, Emperor Ai died.

This is indeed sad, but the end of the war is to end with the king's blood.

If he didn't die before the dragon chair today, my master would die on the battlefield in the future. Once the throne won by blood is lost, it must be repaid with blood.

It is justified.

Not ridiculous.

The master's hands were covered with blood, he turned his head to look at the closed door of the main hall, and remained silent for a long time.

I followed the line of sight of the master, looking at this resplendent and magnificent hall.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized how badly I had come to where I am today step by step.The dilapidated house in Wuchao when I was young, the endless insults from the blacksmith when I was young, the most unbearable and absurd past came to my mind again. Now, I am standing in Chengtian Hall, beside the dragon chair. I am dizzy.

The insurmountable distance between the sour and smelly thatched hut and the majestic Chengtian Temple, I actually climbed up.

All of a sudden, mixed feelings, I don't know what I feel...

The master held out to me a hand stained with his brother's blood.

"Li Nianen, come here and help... I."

I came to my senses.

"The minister is here."

……

At the end of the day, we are still winners.

Winner, what is there to complain about?

Outside the main hall, the first snow in winter, the pure white snow covered up the scarlet blood.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

125,

The first thing to do before ascending to the throne is to clean up the old department of Emperor Fei. Although Emperor Fei is incompetent, there are many loyal and capable people in the forces he personally supports. In hell, the master cannot sleep peacefully.

Based on my understanding of the master, even if the master respects his last imperial brother, even if the dead emperor is not cold, the master will still not hold back. The wife, son, and his in-laws of the abandoned emperor, hundreds of thousands of lives, the master only one Neither will stay.

It is enough for Dayu Kingdom to have only one talisman brocade for the remaining evils that have not been eradicated, and there is no need for the heirs of the abolished emperor to become another him.

The question is, who will do it?

Before everyone turns their attention to the humble, I take the initiative to ask:

"The minister is willing to go."

The audience was silent, the Ninth Prince turned his head stiffly, and stared at me blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

It's not surprising that he was so surprised. Now that we are in our position, we don't need to do such dirty things like punishing the nine clans in a grand manner. Among our subordinates, there will always be people who want to reach the sky in one step, and they are willing to take risks. We do things we don't want to do.

For me to do this kind of thing now, it is tantamount to lowering my status, and it is thankless.

Yes, I’m betting again. If the heroes of the founding of the country want to survive, there are only a few ways, such as returning to their hometowns, retiring to the mountains and forests, pouring sewage by themselves, proving their innocence, or rebelling.

I have always been a restless guy. Unless I have to, I will not give up this boundless power and turbulent political situation, and return to my hometown to be a landlord honestly.

That's how I am, when I'm about to starve to death, I just want to eat in one bite, when I'm full, I start to want the fine clothes and fine food, and I want to make a small achievement, and I want to make great achievements in the world... This desire to pull me out of hell is also the same. A continual whipping instrument—I can't stop till I die.

Unless I am in an irreversible situation, I will never voluntarily give up the power in my hand, so I must find a way out of the mortal situation.

But I am a downright dull person. I can fight wars, but I don’t know anything about political governance. After thinking about it, I can only use it as a knife, a bunch of filthy, pig-killing knives.

The master must understand what I think, so he agrees