However, Qiu Yizhi actually laughed louder than him: "Hahahaha, what kind of loner are you? I think you are a single man and a thief!"
Zheng Yao had never been scolded like this in front of him since he was a child, and after he became emperor, no one dared to say "no" in front of him. However, today, he, the majestic emperor, was scolded in front of Qiu Yizhi, who had no merit in his body, but he was completely unable to do anything about him. In an instant, his whole face turned red with anger.
Qiu Yizhi didn't seem to see Zheng Yao's expression, and accused him one by one: "Let me ask you: How did Emperor Daxing die? Although Wang Zhonghai was treacherous, he was also loyal. He How did he die? Where is your brother, the eldest son of the Emperor? Who was your instigator to capture my adoptive father? Who encouraged him to do evil in the capital? Who is the mastermind behind the intention to cause harm?”
None of the things that Qiu Yi said could be explained openly and honestly by Zheng Yao. As expected, he was left speechless.
Just listen to Qiu Yizhi continue to say: "I still say this: Is there anyone with a clear mind who is really willing to recognize you as the emperor? For this question, you might as well go out of the imperial city and go to the capital of Luoyang. Within the Heluo Kinki area, go to Dahan Putian and ask!"
Qiu Yizhi's series of questions finally defeated Zheng Yao's last psychological defense. He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "Go and invite King Youyan to come over, I want to talk to him."
Zheng Yao said this sentence for the third time today, but this time he said it weakly, not as domineeringly as the previous two times.
However, Qiu Yizhi seemed a little impatient and shouted loudly: "I have already replied to you. My adoptive father has important things to do now, and I have nothing to say to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yizhi felt that the tone just now was indeed too harsh. Even when he was dealing with those traffickers and lackeys, he had never shouted like this - and this was just to cover up his fear of forcing the emperor to death. It's just a matter of timidity.
Thinking of this, the muscles on Qiu Yizhi's face couldn't help but twitched unnaturally, and said: "However, I have a few things on my mind that I want to tell you. I wonder if we can come to Taixing Hall to talk?"
Zheng Yao had already given in to Qiu Yizhi, and said hurriedly: "It's easy to talk, easy to talk. There is no one in the hall now, I just want to have a detailed talk with you."
Qiu Yizhi nodded when he heard the words, and was about to step forward when Yuchi Lianghong grabbed him and whispered: "The reality in this Taixing Palace is unknown, so I'm afraid you can't enter lightly. If you insist on going in, you won't be able to enter." How about being accompanied by Brother Yu?"
Qiu Yizhi knew that what he was going to do next was the most secret and important thing in the world, the most shady thing in the world, and the most embarrassing thing in the world. If Yuchi Lianghong was by his side, then what would happen to him? It was undoubtedly a trap for him.
So Qiu Yizhi didn't say anything, shook his head in refusal, but turned to Zheng Sen and said, "I wonder if second brother can accompany me?"
Although Zheng Sen was known for his bravery and fearlessness, as soon as he stepped into the imperial city, all his courage seemed to have been drained out of him, and he was confused and confused. He suddenly heard Qiu Yizhi's call, and without any time to think about it, he quickly agreed, got off his horse, and followed Qiu Yizhi towards Taixing Hall.
The hall is extremely empty and dark. There are countless emperor's ceremonial guards placed randomly on the white marble floor, but now no one has tidied them up, making them look messy, and they have lost their original majesty and solemnity.
"I... I want to abdicate the throne to King Youyan, so that he can legitimately be his emperor..." Zheng Yao couldn't wait to say as soon as he entered the palace.
Qiu Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zheng Yao put down the emperor's airs and begged for mercy: "I've said this before. You got the throne unfairly, so you have no qualifications to abdicate! Not to mention my adoptive father. The old man is destined by destiny and the people's will, and there is no need for you to give in hypocritically!"
"This... this... I just want to be a peaceful prince in the capital. I no longer want any power... nor freedom. How about I just shut myself up and think about my mistakes and not care about worldly affairs?" Zheng Yao said almost pleadingly.
Seeing his appearance, Qiu Yizhi couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart, but she said cruelly: "I, the Han Dynasty, have strict laws and regulations. Your crime of killing the king and killing your brother is unforgivable. Why do you still think about being able to wear beautiful clothes and jade clothes?" How about surviving without food? Let me ask you, if my adoptive father fell into your hands, would he have a good death?"
Zheng Yao was startled again by Qiu Yi's counter-examination. He stayed for a long time and then said: "My sin is unforgivable, and I really shouldn't have any illusions. If not, why don't I become a monk and live in the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha day and night? Just chant sutras to pray for Prince Youyan and end your life, okay?"
"Alas!" Qiu Yizhi sighed, "With your status, is there any small temple in the world that can accommodate a great Bodhisattva like you?"
"Could it be that I have only one way to die now?" At this point, Zheng Yao finally squeezed out the word "death" from between his teeth.
Qiu Yizhi finally nodded in agreement: "That's the right thing to say. There is no place for you in this world. Why not just die? It will not only save dignity for the Zheng family royal family, but also save dignity for yourself. It can be said that there is no greater good. !”
Now, Zheng Yao finally realizes the value of life.
He also wanted to say something about begging for mercy and living, which could impress the young man in front of him and let him live. However, his tongue had become stiff, his mind had become dull, and he could no longer utter a single word.
He secretly glanced at the sword hanging on his waist, imagining that he would use his power to kill everyone, return to the people, and then make a comeback to regain the throne a few years later. But his hands were shaking, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand.
He raised his eyes again and glanced at the closed main door of Taixing Hall, hoping that Zheng Rong would be able to open the door and come in at this time, and spare his life for the sake of his uncle and nephew. But it was Zheng Yao himself who wanted to kill Zheng Rong in the first place. How could he place his last hope on him now
Zheng Yao's eyes went dark. The sun hanging in the sky seemed to be extinguished in an instant. The space above, below, left, and behind turned into endless, deep darkness, pressing towards him, making him breathless.
Qiu Yizhi, who was looking at Zheng Yao across from him, had never observed the last moments of a mortal man so closely, let alone the supreme emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. If he really wanted to let Zheng Yao go, he might be able to ask his brother Yuchi Lianghong to take action and turn him into a useless person, begging on the streets or throwing him into a prison for the rest of his life - although this would not be much happier than a quick death. .
However, Qiu Yizhi really didn't dare to do this. If he took matters into his own hands and went against Zheng Rong's wishes, I'm afraid that Zheng Yao's fate would befall him in the same way.
So Qiu Yizhi finally made up his mind and said: "It's getting late, please... no... please make your decision early!" He gritted his teeth and said, "If your Majesty still needs me to serve... Sharp Blade, Bai Ling, poisonous wine... are all very good to find, and your Majesty will not be disappointed... "
After saying this, Qiu Yizhi seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stumbled and ran quickly outside Taixing Hall as if he was exhausted.
He pushed open the palace door with his own hands and allowed the sunlight to shine on him unbridled, and then he came back to his senses slightly.
But behind him, Zheng Yao suddenly burst into heart-rending laughter. He laughed so sadly, so wildly, and so strangely, as if the laughter did not come from Zheng Yao's throat, who was already sitting on the dragon chair, but came from the depths of hell.
Frightened, Qiu Yizhi and Zheng Sen hurriedly closed the gate of Taixing Hall one by one and rolled down the steps, already sweating and panting.
After he calmed down for a moment, he heard Zhao Chengxiao beside him exclaim: "Look, the hall is on fire!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yizhi immediately turned around to look, and saw a burst of smoke coming out of the hall. In a blink of an eye, thick smoke rose into the sky, and the open flame underneath the smoke was clearly visible.
Qiu Yi listened to the "crackling" sound of the palace structure being destroyed by the high temperature of the fire, and finally breathed a sigh of relief - Zheng Yao still had some backbone, and his death by self-immolation was considered a vigorous death - and he hurriedly ordered The Youyan soldiers under his command immediately surrounded Taixing Palace, not allowing even a fly to enter or exit.
He turned back to Zhao Chengxiao and said, "Go back to the prince and tell him that the matter has been decided!"
Zhao Chengxiao also knew that this was a serious matter, so he agreed and immediately mounted his horse and galloped out of the imperial city.
Zhao Chengxiao only left for a while when a large group of people came from behind. The first person was wearing a red robe and golden armor, and it turned out to be Youyan King Zheng Rong himself.
I saw Zheng Rong rushing forward in a panic, rolling off the saddle and falling to the ground, shouting something hoarse at the top of his lungs, and stood up to run up the stone steps.
Zhongli Kuang, who was behind him, also ran up a few steps, grabbed Zheng Rong's sleeves, and kept trying to persuade him: "The prince respects himself! The prince respects himself! Fire and water are ruthless. If there is anything wrong with the prince, tell me and other ministers what to do." ?”
Although Zheng Rong was a pampered vassal king, he was also a charging warrior on the battlefield, but he was dragged to the ground by Zhongli Kuang, a powerless scholar, unable to move.
Qiu Yizhi was such a person who was good at observing words and emotions. He knew at the first sight that this scene was just a double act performed by Zheng Rong and Zhongli Kuang for the world to see.
After thinking about this, Qiu Yizhi also hurried up, supported Zheng Rong and said: "Please take care of your foster father! Please take care of your foster father!"
Zheng Rong glanced at Qiu Yi, pursed his lips and nodded, with a look of admiration in his eyes, but he deliberately said loudly: "Although Zheng Yao is rebellious, he is still my nephew of the Zheng family. How can I die without saving him? How can I do it?" You can't help but die?" There were a few tears in his eyes as he spoke.
Zhongli Kuang on the side persuaded him again: "This is Zheng Yao's forgiveness, and it is also God's will. Please act in accordance with the will of heaven, and don't let down the heart of my great people!"
After listening to Zhongli Kuang's harmless words, Zheng Rong immediately returned to normal, stood up slowly, wiped away the tears that seemed to be there with his sleeves, and said to Qiu Yizhi and others: "I don't want to see you." After seeing this tragic situation, we will leave the capital city of Luoyang. You and I will guard this place. No plant or tree in the imperial city can be touched. As for the palace and royal family members, they must not be harassed. Do you understand?"
Qiu Yizhi nodded quickly, knelt down and said, "I understand, please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
When he raised his head, Zheng Rong had already left on horseback.
Qiu Yizhi carefully recalled what Zheng Rong had done just now, and a chill could not help but rise in her heart. She silently watched the fire getting bigger and bigger, and then gradually extinguished. Finally, she could not stay any longer and joined Zheng Senhe. Cui Nan took a leave of absence and hurriedly left the capital Luoyang with Yuchi Lianghong, Zhao Chengxiao and eighteen bandits. (To be continued)