"Don't be afraid, madam."
Yan Xiaohan walked in from outside the door, gave her a salute, asked Yuan Zhen to close the door, walked to the imperial couch, and lowered his head to check on Emperor Changzhi.
Fu Ling recognized Yan Xiaohan. Her perception of this person was very complicated. She knew that he had helped her, but she hated him for sullying her brother, and she was guilty of being a thief, so her tone was a little cold and flustered: "What are you doing here?"
"Let's help you," Yan Xiaohan said calmly, "You are the mother of the prince, so it's better not to be stained with the smear of slaying the king."
Fu Ling was stunned: "You..."
"Niangniang forgot? You have someone from Weichen by your side." Yan Xiaohan lifted the lid of the incense burner and sprinkled a handful of new incense inside. Then he explained slowly: "Even if you don't have to do it, the emperor's deadline is tonight. Let the minister do this kind of thing that will last forever. Don't get your hands dirty."
His tone of voice and demeanor had a sense of involuntarily convincing reliability. Fu Ling stared blankly at the filial robe on his body. Unbelievable and sudden realization came to mind at the same time, and he muttered: "The emperor's illness... Was it planned by you? Is it for... him?"
The cold aroma diffused along with the white smoke spit from the mouth of the beast, diluting the decaying medicinal smell and the warm fragrance in the house, as if people walked from the house to the ice and snow all at once.
The Emperor Changzhi on the couch had convulsions in his limbs, shortness of breath, and a phlegm sound of "hoho" in his throat.
"It's because of him, but it's not all because of this incident," Yan Xiaohan said with a smile, "Didn't the maiden find out? The emperor has never had any children since he arrived in the capital."
Ever since the affair of Concubine Xue Shu, Yan Xiaohan realized that Emperor Changzhi was an unreliable and ruthless man, and the status of the empress and prince was at stake. So after Emperor Changzhi returned to Beijing, he secretly ordered Yuan Zhen to put medicine in the emperor's tea.
At that time, people used to drink tea as a fashion, and Emperor Changzhi especially loved tea. Yan Xiaohan gave him an herbal medicine that was very similar in shape and smell to tea leaves. It was poisonous and could kill sperm easily. Emperor Changzhi drank this kind of "Bizi tea" for several years, and sure enough, not a single dragon seed was left.
This medicine originally had the effect of strengthening the heart, and when combined with the Zishuxiang that Yan Xiaohan had just ordered, it could easily cause symptoms similar to heart disease. Even though the imperial doctor could not diagnose poisoning, he still gave Changzhi Emperor a cardiotonic drug, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Over time, the disease became more and more serious, and at this stage, there is no way to recover, just suffering.
Yan Xiaohan originally planned to slow down and let Emperor Changzhi die of a heart attack when the prince grew up, but he underestimated the ambitions of Xue Sheng and Emperor Changzhi, and he didn't expect that Fu Ya would jump out and stab the bar, directly The situation has become irreversible.
Fortunately, what he is best at is Jedi counterattacks.
"The night is still long, so I'll stay here. Empress will go to rest first. I'll be busy tomorrow." Yan Xiaohan turned to the silent eunuch by the door and said, "Yuan Zhen, send the queen to the side hall."
The snow is still falling, the deepest night has come, and soon, it should be the dawn of the morning and the dawn of the snow.
Fu Ling was "invited" into the side hall involuntarily. She lay on the couch with her clothes, thousands of thoughts rolled into an inextricable mess in her mind, and she fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn.
In the haze, there seemed to be the sound of a bell in the distance. She stepped on the air in her dream, and she woke up suddenly with a "squeak" in her heart.
There was silence all around, and it was still dark outside. Fu Ling sat up on the couch, breathing disorderly, feeling that his heart was still beating wildly uncontrollably. At this time, someone knocked on the door lightly outside, and Yuan Zhen's voice came through the door panel: "Is your maiden awake? Master Yan sent a slave to ask, do you want to see your majesty for the last time?"
Fu Ling was struck by lightning, and two lines of tears rolled down his eyes without warning.
Her throat was sore, she resisted choking and said, "Father-in-law, wait a moment, I'll be here."
By the time Fu Ling had packed up and came to the main hall, Emperor Changzhi had fallen into a coma. There were many people around the imperial couch. The eunuch, the living roomman, and the imperial doctor, only Yan Xiaohan was standing at a distance, with a dull expression. , It's none of my business, but at this critical moment, I'm distracted, like an outsider.
After everyone saluted, they made way, and Fu Ling knelt down beside the imperial couch, crying with tears, "Your Majesty..."
Emperor Changzhi's eyelids twitched slightly, seeming to respond to her voice, but he never opened his eyes. Fu Ling squeezed his thin hand into his palm and wept, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the concubine will definitely teach Hui'er well and live up to His Majesty's earnest expectations."
Emperor Changzhi's fingers twitched a few times in her hand, and the breath was as faint as a candle in the wind. It is said that there will be a miraculous return of light before death. However, the imperial doctor held his breath for a moment. After all, Emperor Changzhi did not wake up again, and he slowly stopped breathing under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"Mother's condolences."
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Xiaohan stepped forward and whispered behind Fu Ling, "The emperor has died."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation fell to their knees. Yan Xiaohan saw that Fu Ling was still in a daze, so he could only remind him, "Niangniang?"
Fu Ling blinked very slowly, blinked away the last teardrop from the corner of his eyes, and stretched out his hand to Yuan Zhen beside him.
Yuan Zhen quickly helped her up. Yan Xiaohan stepped aside, Fuyi knelt down.
"The emperor... died."
Fu Ling faced the empty hall, his red lips lightly parted, and his voice was hoarse and trembling, but he kept saying: "Send someone to tell the princes, officials, princes and concubines immediately, close the palace gates and city gates, and put the whole city under martial law. Please-"
Before the word "new master" could be uttered, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Majesty has passed away, why didn't you call me into the palace to listen to the widow!"
I don't know who leaked the news. Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, led by Xue Sheng, dozens of palace officials gathered at the foot of the steps, and King Zhao, the half-brother of Emperor Changzhi, was also among them. With the help of Yuan Zhen, Fu Ling walked to the front of the hall, glanced coldly at the faces of young and old, and said sternly: "Your Majesty has always been in a coma, and there is no edict."
Xue Shengyi pointedly said: "Maybe there is, but the empress doesn't know."
Fu Lingdao: "My son is the crown prince and the crown prince of the country. Whether there is an edict or not, he is the new master of the world. What objection does Master Xue have?"
Xue Sheng sneered, opened the wooden box he carried with him, took out a volume of Ming Huang imperial decree, and held it high in his hand: "This is His Majesty's personal will, entrust it to the old minister when he is seriously ill, and make it public to the world after the big trip!"
There was silence outside the hall for a moment, and then the pot was fried.
The queen said there was no edict, and the favored minister said the edict was in his hands. What does this mean? It means that on the edict in Xue Sheng's hand, the heir to the throne is probably not the prince!
Yan Xiaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and clasped the knife with his fingers hidden under the sleeve of his robe, and began to seriously think about how it would end if he killed Xue Sheng on the spot.
Xue Sheng dared to take out the imperial decree, whether it was true or false, it meant that his desired heir to the throne was not the crown prince, but King Zhao who was hiding in the crowd. But according to the character of Emperor Changzhi, would he really give up his own son, but hand over the country to an unfamiliar half-brother
Before he could think about the result, there was a sudden sound of hooves in the distance. Two black horses galloped over the frost and snow on the ground.
A long-lost voice sounded like thunder in everyone's ears—
"The emperor's decree has arrived! All ministers accept the decree!"
Yan Xiaohan looked back in astonishment, the wind was blowing towards his face, and at the end of the night and the wind and snow, the tall and slender figure gradually showed a clear outline in his field of vision, accompanied by the morning light in the east.
The big red martial robe, the deep black sable fur, the long sword hanging from the waist, the heroic appearance, as if the god of war had come to the world, and the stars will come to the world.
"Fu Shen!!"
"General!!"
"Long time no see, everyone," Fu Shen, whose portrait was still hanging in the Qilin Hall, reined in his horse in front of the hall, splashing a large snow mist, and greeted everyone in a leisurely manner.
Then, he focused on greeting Xue Sheng: "Master Xue, are you okay?"
Hell, Xue Sheng only felt that a basin of snow was pouring down his head, and the huge cold and panic grabbed his heart. His eyes were splitting, his face was hideous, half scared, half trapped, struggling to squeeze two words from his teeth: "It's you..."
"The sky didn't go as you wished, but I didn't die, I'm really sorry," Fu Shen smiled, "But Mr. Xue is getting more and more prosperous. Shibei has been impressed for three days. He used to be poisoned, but now he has learned to pass on the imperial decree. ."
"Blood spit!" Xue Sheng said in a row, "You and Duan Guihong secretly colluded, intending to rebel, and the conspiracy was discovered by the emperor, so he ordered someone to get rid of you! The Fu family committed the crime of treason, and the queen is your blood relative, It is precisely because of this that the emperor entrusted me with a personal edict, and he wants to pass it on to the king of Zhao! You traitor and thief, how dare you show up at this time to disrupt the situation!"
Fu Shen didn't get angry, just clicked his tongue: "Listen, don't you feel guilty about what you said, Master Xue?"
"If I really rebel," he glanced at the ministers in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a half-smile, and said word by word, "It's still your turn to yell at me here today? Don't talk about the capital, you will be forever I was trapped in Jinling."
"Li Xiaodong, the lieutenant general of the Western Army, has confessed. You instructed him to poison me during the peace talks with Southwest China, and even framed the blame for Duan Guihong. I brought you to Dali Temple, and the handprints on the confession are still fresh. Xue Sir, why don't you take your 'decree' and go with him?"
After some words, the words were shocking, and the palace ministers in the northern border were the first to react, and said angrily: "Old man! How dare you do such a foolish thing!"
Yan Xiaohan made a gesture to the Imperial Army not far away, and Xue Sheng shouted loudly, "I am an official of the imperial court! Who dares to arrest me without any evidence!"
"I dare."
Fu Shen shouted coldly, "Where is the forbidden army?"
He deserves to be the commander-in-chief who has led the army all the year round. This sentence is so majestic and shocking that it collided like a stone. The left and right imperial guards responded in unison, and their voices rushed into the sky: "The last general is here!"
"Take this traitor to me and escort him to the Heavenly Prison for trial."
Fu Shen said with murderous intent, "Fu has been in the army for ten years, and he has drank countless blood with a knife in his hand. Today, he is willing to commit arrogance. If he doesn't believe that he can't kill you, a scoundrel!"
The Imperial Guard was originally from their side. Hearing this, he suddenly came out like a wolf and swarmed up, tied Xue Sheng upside down, and dragged him out directly.
From the time Xue Sheng stood up to the moment he was captured, the situation changed several times, all in the blink of an eye. Thanks to Fu Shen's unequivocal words, the method was straightforward, and he quickly eliminated a tense palace change into nothingness. It is difficult for ordinary people to experience such a scene once in their life. feeling.
The overall situation has been decided, even if the edict of the Supreme Emperor has not been read, the result is no longer in doubt.
Fu Shen is back, in the world, who else can go beyond the crown prince
Yan Xiaohan calmly put away the knife, walked over to Fu Shen's horse, handed him a hand, and asked in the usual tone of gossip of ordinary children, "Why are you here?"
This time, General Fu finally didn't act stupid. He held his hand and jumped down without hesitation, and said, "If I don't come, do you allow that old thief Xue Sheng to bully my sister, their orphans and their widowed mothers?"
He glanced sideways at Fu Ling, and on the steps, the Queen's tears could not be stopped immediately.
Fu Shen sighed and said solemnly, "My condolences."
He was still holding a roll of Ming Huang imperial decree in his hand, Yan Xiaohan kept holding his hand and refused to let go. Fu Shen glanced down and sighed in a low voice, "I said Madam, your hand is a little too strong."
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
Fu Shen smiled, but did not break free. He raised his hand and threw the imperial edict to Cheng Fengjun, the eunuch who came with him, and said succinctly, "Read."
When Fu Shen heard the news that Emperor Changzhi was seriously ill, he was worried that Yan Xiaohan would not be able to handle it alone, so he secretly rushed back to the capital from the southwest without his knowledge. The Beiyan Army has its own way in the palace. He entered the palace with Cheng Fengjun's support. He heard that the news was leaked in the middle. Xue Sheng and others were coming to the palace. Just in case, he went to the emperor Taishang to ask for a message. The edict, I didn't expect it to come in handy in the end.
"Fengtian transports the emperor's decree: I return to the emperor by myself..."
Emperor Yuantai abdicated because of helplessness. If you really want to talk about it, his vision and skills are many times stronger than those of Emperor Changzhi. Fu Shen would rather count on him than trust that stupid thing of Emperor Changzhi.
According to the will of the Emperor Taishang, Sun Hui, the direct descendant of the Empress of the Middle Palace, succeeded to the throne, but the new master was young, and the state affairs were still decided by Yanyingdian, and the Queen Mother sat behind the curtain.
He also served as the Tianfu Army envoy Yan Xiaohan, Jingguo Gong Fu Shen, Gu Shanlu, a scholar of Dongji Temple, Li Huayue, a scholar of Guanhai Temple, and Xiao Tong, a scholar of Jianning Pavilion.
After the imperial decree was finished, there were only two people standing side by side in the audience.
Those who know the inside story can't help but be surprised that Emperor Yuantai once made the most stupid trick on Fu Shen and wanted to kill him, but when a new era was coming, he seemed to put down all his concerns and resolutely gave the greatest power to him. He handed it over to Fu Shen.
The emperor's heart, the needle at the bottom of the sea, how he realized the epiphany, perhaps only Emperor Yuantai himself knows.
"Have you finished reading? It's up to me." Fu Shen turned to Yan Xiaohan, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his voice slightly, and said aloud, "The emperor has spoken, Yan Xiaohan will accept the order."
Yan Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, released his hand, took a step back, and fell to his knees.
Fu Shen said: "If the new master can help, he should use his strength; if he is not talented, he can replace him."
There was silence in the snow.
Except for Fu Shen, everyone, including Yan Xiaohan and the Empress, were dumbfounded.
Yan Xiaohan? Why Yan Xiaohan
The rustling of blood filled his ears, those words were like a blow to the head, and Yan Xiaohan didn't know what day it was. He seemed to be thrown into the empty snow field suddenly, he didn't feel any surprise, only a complete daze.
What is this
He looked up at Fu Shen in a trance, their eyes met in mid-air, the corner of that man's eyes curved slyly, and then Yan Xiaohan's eyes darkened, a heavy shadow passed over his head, pressing down on him firmly. shoulder.
Fu Shen took off his sable fur and put it on him.
Yan Xiaohan was dressed in a plain white single-clothing, kneeling in the snow and barely able to see her figure. However, being pressed by the dark sable fur, the surrounding red walls and yellow tiles, blue bricks and white snow, and two people kneeling and standing in the snow. ... The whole scene suddenly became "heavy and colorful" for some reason.
Fu Shen bowed slightly, stretched out a hand towards him, and reminded softly, "Master Yan, are you still not leading the way?"
His movements seemed to be some kind of ceremony that implied recognition and acceptance, and it was easier for the court officials who belonged to the northern realm to understand the meaning, and knelt down first.
"Abide by the decree of the Emperor Taishang."
Immediately after that, more than ten court officials from other places knelt down together.
"My minister... I respectfully obey the holy decree. I should do my best and live up to my trust."
Yan Xiaohan stared at Fu Shen intently, and the man was also looking back at him.
The dawn is coming, the day has come, the wind has stopped and the snow has stopped, the sun is slowly rising from the distant sky, and the fine light reflects the fine snow on the glazed tiles. That figure seems to be able to bring a gentle wave of light to his eyes with just a slight movement.
The joys and sorrows, life and death calamities, laughter, singing and crying, twelve years of time, like a long river, all slowly flowed by at this moment of staring at each other.
In this glance, there are his mountains and rivers, his family and country are stable, and there is also his longevity, which will last until his death.
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The author has something to say: This is the end of the text, thank you for your company and support over the past few months, thank you.
There are many flaws and loopholes in this article. The IQ of the author is often not online. I would also like to thank the readers for their tolerance. I will work hard to improve it in the future. I hope to see you again in the next book.
The episode will be updated from time to time. The current plan includes the life experience of Lord Yan and the parallel world of King Su and Fu Tingxin. What you want to see can be put forward in the comments.
The postscript will be written after the episode is finished.
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