King, Japan, and Ming.
Just like Sui Wanggui, the young man is full of energy, like bright light.
The emperor gave him this word, which is also appropriate.
Just with a fire on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival, nothing is left.
When the fire in King Jing's mansion was put out, it was already bright.
Duan Zhi solemnly sat on the steps, his robe was spread on the ground, and a layer of ashes had fallen on it.
The fire burned for a whole night, and the palace was in ruins, not to mention the people inside.
A thin layer of ashes fell on the snow.
Song Xian came with an umbrella, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said softly, "Your Majesty..."
Duan Zhisu stared blankly at the void, and murmured, "Where are the people?"
Song Xian hesitated.
Duan Zhisu suddenly said sharply, "Where's the person?!"
Song Xian lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, I forgot to return."
The fire is so big that people can't survive.
Duan Zhisu took a breath, his eyes were red, and he said coldly again: "What about people?"
Only then did Song Xian understand what he meant, and said, "People have been burned to ashes, and even the bones are gone."
Duan Zhisu was startled and rushed to get up with his hands up, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy in front of him.
After the world was spinning, I felt myself falling heavily on the snow covered with ashes.
"Bang" with a muffled sound.
"His Majesty!"
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The author has something to say: After the snowy night, the new emperor ascended the throne.
King Jing's mansion was razed to the ground, nothing was built, and all the begonias were planted by Duan Zhisu.
As soon as Duan Zhisu ascended the throne, he suspended the court for three days, causing constant controversy among the ministers.
On the fourth day, Duan Zhisu went to court, and the first thing to do was to make Sui Wang return to build a tomb for the ancestral tomb of Sui's family.
I don't know if it was arranged by the late emperor or not.
Duan Zhisu looked on coldly: "Why not?"
The minister said: "King Jing... Although he was a family member of Sui, he was stigmatized to death by His Majesty himself..."
If it's not finished, everyone knows it.
Those who have been stigmatized to die cannot enter their ancestral graves, not to mention that Sui Wanggui's body has been burned to ashes.
Gann He in the crowd pinched his sleeves, watching indifferently everyone quarreling about this matter, and finally couldn't bear to speak out when he heard someone say, "King Jing, that self-respecting person deserves such a tragic death". .
"Masters, you should keep some virtue in your mouth. The dead are the most important. Even if King Jing is not welcomed by others, you don't have to use such ugly words to guess him." Gann and Leng Leng swept them. You say King Jing is not self-respecting, dare to ask him why he is not self-respecting? Did he forcefully rob your family's daughter, or did he ruin a young lady who has not left the cabinet, making you so angry and scold him?"
The minister who just said that Sui Wanggui has no self-respect is all red with anger: "You... Mr. Jiang, you should be more respectful when you speak..."
Gannhe sneered: "If you speak well, I will naturally respect you."
The person: "… "
The crowd was noisy again.
In the end, he said solemnly, "Enough."
Gann bowed his head and bowed his head, apologizing without any sincerity.
Duan Zhisu coldly swept everyone with different thoughts and said, "Let King Jing enter the ancestral tomb of Sui's family."
Everyone immediately knelt in a row, shouting loudly.
Duan Zhisu ignored them and turned away.
Not long after, Sui Wanggui's tomb was buried in Sui's ancestral tomb.
On the day of the burial, only Gan Enhe, Duan Zhisu and Song Xian came.
Duan Zhisu looked at the tombstone, and the snow began to rustle down again, leaving a vast expanse of white.
Jiang Enhe put three sticks of incense sticks in the incense burner, stared at the name on the tombstone, and said softly: "Does your Majesty know why those people say King Jing is not self-respecting?"
Duan Zhisu's mindless eyes moved, looked at him, and said, "Why?"
Gannhe tilted his head and looked at him seriously: "Because the fifth prince once forced him."
Duan Zhisu was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Enhe laughed and said, "I really think it's weird, it's too weird, King Jing was forced to be kidnapped by Duan Xichen. Is it so indistinguishable between right and wrong?"
He didn't hold an umbrella, gave Duan Zhisu a cold look, and turned away.
Duan Zhisu's lips trembled slightly, staring at the tombstone for a long time before muttering, "Gann and..."
Song Xian said aside: "It is said that his second sister once adored the second brother who had forgotten to return..."
Finally died in a foreign land.
Duan Zhisu looked at the tombstone blankly, and suddenly realized that he didn't know anything about Suiwanggui all these years.
He didn't know what happened to Sui Wanggui when there was no one to protect him in the capital, and he didn't know why he changed his temperament to stir up the situation in the court. Then he secretly remembered his hatred and complained to himself.
Duan Zhisu took a few steps back slowly, looking at the name on the tombstone, for a moment he felt that he was not qualified to stand here.
Song Xian looked at Duan Zhisu's pale face and gently stepped forward to support him: "Your Majesty."
Duanzhi stood solemnly on the snow, almost turning into a snowman, before he murmured after a while, "Where is the old eunuch next to the late emperor now?"
Song Xian was stunned for a moment before saying, "I'm still in the Hall of Supreme Harmony."
"Bring him to see me."
Song Xian nodded and said yes.
After nightfall, the elderly eunuch followed Song Xian to the palace of the Palace of Supreme Harmony, and saw Duan Zhisu sitting beside the book desk, hurriedly pulling up his robes and kneeling.
"I have seen Your Majesty."
Duan Zhisu stared at him closely and said, "You have been with the late emperor the longest, and you naturally know the most. I ask you, what happened when the king entered the palace to meet the late emperor seven years ago?"
The old eunuch pressed his forehead against the cold ground, trembling slightly all over.
"Your Majesty, old slave..."
Duan Zhi said solemnly, "You just say it one by one."
The old eunuch hesitated for a long time before slowly opening his mouth to talk about the past.
"... That cup of poisonous wine was originally given to His Majesty back then, but King Jing he..." The old eunuch said, a little unbearable, took a breath and said, "He took it and drank it."
Duan Zhisu shuddered and looked at him in amazement.
No wonder…
"But the late emperor didn't want to kill the little prince, and immediately ordered the imperial doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment, which saved his life."
Duan Zhisu only felt that the pain spread from his heart to his mind instantly, making his eyes a little sour and red.
No wonder the late emperor would say that sentence before his death-
"Stigma... He survived seven years ago, and now... Is this still alive?"
Duanzhi clenched his fists sternly, his fingertips sunk into the palm of his hand, painfully painful.
Song Xian saw that Duan Zhisu seemed to be unsteady, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty?"
Duan Zhisu's eyes darkened, and he muttered, "I don't believe him..."
He didn't believe him because of the rumors.
He only felt that the tip of his tongue seemed a little bloody, and the breath in his chest made him dizzy.
Duanzhi pressed down on the table sullenly, took a deep breath after a long while, and said in a trembling voice, "What else? What has he done all these years...?"
The old eunuch has already said everything that can't be said, and there is nothing to hide in the following things, so he will say it one by one.
"...The second prince was born of a princess who was presented to the southern border of the previous dynasty. Perhaps he suspected that his biological mother was murdered by the late emperor, so he secretly murdered the prince at the beginning, causing chaos in the court." The old eunuch raised his head and glanced at the already unstable Duan Zhisu, kowtowed again, and said, "King Jing remembers the second prince's revenge for framing you, so he disregarded the emperor's order and secretly sent a glass of poisoned wine to the place where the second prince was imprisoned in Xiangguo Temple..."
"The late emperor was furious and imprisoned him in King Jing's mansion until His Majesty returned to Beijing..."
There was a dead silence all around, as if not even breathing could be heard.
Duan Zhisu stood there for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "I... I understand, let's go down."
The old eunuch got up and went down.
The door was gently closed, and there was a slight sound, Duan Zhisu seemed to wake up like a dream, and his body swayed a few times before he slammed into his chest and stumbled onto the chair.
Song Xian's face was also a little ugly. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, what the old eunuch said..."
Duan Zhisu's eyes were full of dejection, his eyes were fixed on the void, and his voice trembled slightly: "Did I go crazy at that time?"
Song Xian: "Your Majesty..."
"Why don't I believe him?" Duan Zhisu murmured, "Why don't I go to him?"
Why watch his body swept away by the fire and turned to ashes
Duan Zhisu already felt that the suffering at the frontier for the past seven years had made him see through the pain and warmth of the world, but it was only now that he understood that the most painful thing in his life was regret.
Love and resentment can disappear little by little as the world goes by, but remorse and guilt do not.
The regret that Sui Wanggui made him struggle for several years and died in the wasteland was like a maggot on his tarsus, no matter how hard he struggled, it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Duan Zhisu spent the remaining thirty-four years with his resentment towards himself in this way.
Before his death, he saw in a trance that the young Sui Yan rushed forward desperately when everyone left him, and said to him seriously, "Of course I believe in Your Highness."
Then, layers of mist gradually rose in front of him, covering his figure.
When he became conscious again, he knelt on the ground, not knowing what year it was, but he struggled like a madman and muttered: "I'm going to find Wanggui..."
In the next life, the lights are bright on the Lantern Festival.
The young Song Xian grabbed him and shouted anxiously, "Your Highness!"
Duan Zhisu's eyes darkened and he completely lost consciousness.
The debts of the past life will be repaid in this life, and I cannot repay them.