Jishan, the main hall of the mausoleum.
It was already time for you, and the whole mountain and forest was very quiet, and even the sound of birds flying seemed to be heard.
This place is indeed a feng shui treasure.
At this moment, Emperor Qi Zhen is in the main hall copying the sacrificial texts of this annual festival with his own hands. There are a total of 99 copies, each of which is copied by himself.
There are guards outside and inside.
Because it was night, a lot of candles were lit in the hall, the candle light flickered, and occasionally the wind blew in and extinguished one or two.
He has been copying some hands numb, but still refuses to stop, 99 sacrifices, every year like this, one can not be less!
At this time, Zhang Quan came in with a ginseng soup and set it aside.
"Your Majesty, rest for a while."
Emperor Qi Zhen did not lift his head and said, "I haven't finished writing yet."
Hey…
Zhang Quan bowed and glanced at it, and said, "Actually, these emperors don't have to transcribe them themselves, they can just hand them over to the people from Zongzheng Temple."
Isn't this looking for guilt
But Emperor Qi Zhen said, "The New Year Festival is a sacrifice to my ancestors and sects, and I can't be sloppy. I naturally have to copy it myself. If it is handed over to the people of Zongzheng Temple, if there are omissions and typos in it, that's great? Or I It’s more reassuring to copy it yourself.”
"Even so, the emperor should drink the ginseng soup. Jishan is very cold, so don't get cold."
Zhang Quan brought the ginseng soup and filled a bowl.
Emperor Qi Zhen still didn't stop writing, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he became impatient, and said, "You go out first, don't disturb me."
"Your Majesty..."
"go out."
Zhang Quan hesitated, ready to go out.
Emperor Qi Zhen said again, "Take the soup away."
"Yes."
Helpless, I had no choice but to retreat silently with the ginseng soup.
But before he left, a monk came over.
Standing at the door, "See the emperor."
Hearing this, Emperor Qi Zhen never stopped his hand and never raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"The poor monk sent a few scriptures to the emperor for the abbot."
Scripture
Emperor Qi Zhen paused, and immediately began to write again, without lifting his eyelids, and said, "Then you can show it to me."
"Yes."
The monk came in and put the scriptures on the table, but seeing that the surrounding light was a little dim, Emperor Qi Zhen was struggling to copy the sacrifices, so he said, "The poor monk brings a candlestick for the emperor."
"Yep."
The monk took a candlestick and handed it to him, but because the candlestick was tilted, the wax oil on it dripped.
It just dropped on the back of Emperor Qi Zhen's hand.
"Uh!"
The back of the hand hurts.
The wax oil penetrated into the skin like fire, causing a sudden pain.
It really hurts!
When the monk saw this, he quickly put the candlestick aside, bowed down, and clasped his hands together.
Emperor Qi Zhen didn't take it to heart, stopped writing, and looked up at the person who came.
The monk lowered his head and turned his bare head towards him. Despite this, he still saw the scar on the monk's face. The scar was very scary. If people were not mentally prepared, they would have to avoid their eyes if they saw it.
But Emperor Qi Zhen didn't mean to dislike it, "It's okay, the master is also unintentional, I naturally won't blame you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"If it's all right, you can leave."
"Yes."
When the monk withdrew, he quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Emperor Qi Zhen.
After the monk went out, Emperor Qi Zhen frowned slightly, glanced at the scriptures at hand, and rubbed the back of his hand that had been dripped with wax oil. He always felt that something was wrong
Is that the monk just now
He was nervous, but he had not finished writing the sacrificial text, so he didn't think much about it and continued to copy the sacrificial text.
After Duke Yu left the hall, his originally respectful face suddenly darkened when he turned around.
Looking into the hall through the hollow carved window.
With a sneer, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang, you still don't recognize me."
The voice echoed in the night sky, chilling.
After he left, he went to Jing Xian's house.
The two sat opposite each other.
There is a pot of tea in the middle.
Jing Xian likes to make tea. He has never changed this hobby, and the tea he brews is very delicious.
"Everything is ready. As soon as tomorrow is over, the world will be yours." Duke Yuguo said.
Jing Xian smiled lightly, "I hope so."
The two used tea instead of wine.
Jing Xian suddenly said: "There is one more thing."
"What's the matter?"
Jing Xian handed him a letter and said, "This is a message sent by Master Liu from the capital. The news says that Prince Rong really intends to escape from prison, and he has followed the instructions of this king and has already sent Jing Jing outside the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. Let's talk about it!"
Jing Rong is dead!
really dead
Great news.
Duke Yu read the letter, and after reading it, he was very happy, and immediately raised his teacup to respect him, "It seems that the major event has been accomplished, as long as the emperor dies tomorrow, you will be enthroned immediately."
No one can say no to power!
Jing Xian drank the cup of tea, but his face sank, full of thoughts.
"What? You can't bear it anymore?" Duke Yuguo narrowed his eyes. Jing Xian got up and walked slowly to the open window, looking at the snowy night, his dark eyes were bottomless, he said, "Jing Rong and I are brothers, and I have had a relationship with him since childhood. Very good, although I used him to get rid of Jing Yi for me, and I used his power to successfully enter the dynasty, but I never thought about it.
Kill him! I knew in my heart that he had no intention of taking the throne, and I knew that he would definitely give up the throne to me, but I still had the intention of killing him, and I was willing to give up without putting him to death. Is this right? Still wrong? "
"Everyone is already dead, it's useless for you to say this." Duke Yu continued with stern eyes, "Since ancient times, the battle between emperors has always been a matter of life and death, so it's not wrong for you to do this, because if you don't kill him, he will Kill you, at this moment, you can't look back."
Yes!
There is no turning back.
Jing Rong took a deep breath and remembered what Mo Ruo had said.
"It's always a fixed number for the chicks to return to the forest."
"The chicks return to the forest, is it really a certain number?" He murmured.
Duke Yu walked up to him and said, "Have you always wanted to seek justice for your mother and concubine all these years? It will be dawn in a few hours, and everything you want will soon be obtained."
Jing Xian nodded.
"Don't think too much, I'll go first, so as not to be discovered."
"Yep."
Yu Guojing was about to leave, but was stopped by Jing Xian.
"Uncle Royal."
"What's up?"
Jing Xian was silent for a while, then asked earnestly, "Did you hide something from the incident back then?"
Uh!
Duke Yu's palm tightened, but his expression remained calm, and he said to him in a flat tone, "I have already explained to you what happened back then, and of course I won't hide it from you."
sincere!
Jing Xian nodded lightly, "Okay, I understand."
Duke Yu also stopped staying and quietly retreated.
Jing Xian stood in front of that window for a long time.
It seems interesting!
One hour later, two hours later, three hours later... It's finally dawn!