Both publicly and privately, Rong Tang did not want the Great Brahma Bell to ring for Emperor Renshou.
From a public perspective, when the emperor passes away, Dayu will inevitably fall into chaos for a period of time. The successor will be chosen from the two princes who are still in the capital. The eighth prince is young, and it is not certain whether it has been revealed that he is not Sheng Xuyan's bloodline. Even if he is nominally the queen's legitimate son, he may not be able to compete with Sheng Chengli.
Private...
Rong Tang turned his head and looked at Su Huaijing with an unclear expression.
The system mocked him as the savior, Huimian said he had a connection with the Buddha, and Su Huaijing thought he was a god from heaven who came down to earth to save the world.
But he has selfish motives, which are ordinary, despicable and cunning.
He wanted Su Huaijing to be happy, wanted him to be free, and wanted him to take revenge with his own hands.
Whether it's lingchi or chariot-drawn, I'll be made into a human pig and parade the streets every day.
It doesn't matter what. It wouldn't be a pity if Sheng Xuyan died a hundred times.
If a younger brother does not respect his seniority or his elder brothers, he shall be punished.
If a king or a prince does not protect the people and colludes with foreign nations, he shall be executed.
A ruler who lives his life in incompetence, violence and debauchery should be destroyed.
Emperor Renshou deserves the heaviest punishment in the world. If Sheng Chengli is the protagonist of this novel and all the plots revolve around him, then Sheng Xuyan is the beginning of everything.
It was he who planted an evil seed step by step twelve years ago, and personally cultivated a piece of rotten soil to allow the seed to take root and sprout. Twelve years later, the evil seed bloomed into smelly flowers and destroyed the entire Dayu.
Sheng Xuyan must die, but Rong Tang has selfish motives.
He wanted Sheng Xuyan to die at the hands of Su Huaijing. He wanted to see Su Huaijing take revenge with his own hands and personally remove the sharp thorn that had been rooted in his heart for more than ten years.
Emperor Renshou could not and should not have died quietly on a summer day in the palace without the truth being revealed and without struggle for power.
Otherwise, how wronged would Huai Jing feel
Perhaps the expression on Rong Tang's face was too obvious. Su Huaijing came back to his senses from his momentary daze and tilted his head to look at him.
In just a moment, it was clear that both of them were speechless, but Su Huaijing inexplicably understood what Tangtang was thinking.
He blinked, a little surprised, but couldn't hide the relief and satisfaction that was about to overflow from his heart, and asked him in a low voice, with a hint of indescribable caution.
Rong Tang didn't quite understand why after three or four years, he was still so inexplicably cautious.
Su Huaijing said: "Is Tangtang worried that I will be sad?"
He paused, then added: "Because I can't take revenge myself?"
The sunset glow on the treetops is gorgeous, and the last fiery clouds of the summer night are reflected on the horizon. The orange-red is gradually replaced by pink and purple, and will eventually blend into the starry night.
There was no reason for Rong Tang to lie, nor was there any need to lie about these things.
He didn't know who died, because in the original plot no master in the palace died or passed away at this time, but he could understand Su Huaijing's emotions.
That kind of slight secret joy was not the emotion one should have when one has just climbed out of a quagmire, has tried one's best to plan for more than ten years, and finally, on the eve of revenge, sees one's enemy die silently.
So Rong Tang suppressed the heart in his chest that couldn't help but tremble along with Su Huaijing.
He took a step closer, without the trivial quarrels of the past few days, took Su Huaijing's hand and admitted frankly: "Yes."
"I told you something before."
The flower-picking party in the ninth year of Qingzheng was the most insignificant episode among countless conspiracies, calculations, acquaintances and entanglements.
The prince of Wukang made things difficult for them, but Rong Tang wanted to seek justice for Li Panyan.
Su Huaijing was instinctively unhappy, but he still followed him out of Lanyue Pavilion, and then heard Rong Tang say that it was for him.
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"There should be retribution in this world, otherwise the evil ones will have many friends and the good ones will die on the battlefield; the righteous will be thrown into prison, and the treacherous will sit on the throne... Huai Jing, how can this be justified?"
Now, standing under the sunset glow of Yujing City at dusk, with the Buddhist bells ringing for an unknown nobleman echoing over the imperial city, Rong Tang looked up at Su Huaijing and said gently, "Let me add one more sentence: those who do evil should have their evil deeds exposed, despised by thousands and trampled on by tens of thousands, their deeds be recorded in history books and left with a bad reputation for eternity, they should experience the greatest suffering in the world while alive and be cursed for eternity after death."
He said the most vicious and terrifying sentence in the world in the most gentle and indifferent tone: "The treacherous should report to the people with their bones and sacrifice to the heroic spirits with their blood."
There were more than just the former Crown Prince and General Wei who died in Northern Frontier.
What does the royal family’s feud and disputes have to do with the people or the soldiers
Rong Tang still doesn’t know who he is. He may be the way of heaven, or he may not.
But if he is—
Rong Tang raised his eyes and looked at the sky where clouds were gathering and dispersing and stars and the moon were gradually appearing.
If he is really the way of heaven, then he should have some spiritual power.
Sheng Chengli was able to regain his sight, so there was no reason why his curse couldn't come true.
Sheng Chengli and him, Sheng Xuyan and Su Huaijing.
Now he just hoped that Sheng Xuyan could die at the hands of Su Huaijing in the most unbearable, most unbearable and most despicable way.
Kindness is kindness to the kind, and compassion is compassion to the compassionate.
As for viciousness and calculation, they are not in conflict with all good qualities. They are just forms of self-protection that vary from person to person.
Rong Tang retracted his gaze and looked at Su Huaijing again, wanting to hear a satisfactory answer from him, but he was bumped into a bottomless vortex.
During the last part of summer, the weather changed drastically. Just now there was sunset and clouds, but in an instant there was thunder and lightning.
There was no rain falling, only the wind piling up rain in the yard.
He lowered his head, held Rong Tang's lips, and scraped his pearly teeth with the tip of his tongue.
Half of the sky was covered with clouds and the other half was dark. Thunder roared in the south. The sound of the Great Brahma Bell continued for a long time, and the paths were connected.
Su Huaijing held Rong Tang in his arms and kissed him obsessively and uncontrollably until his balance was unstable and Rong Tang was about to fall.
Su Huaijing reached out to catch him, calmed down, and whispered amid Rong Tang's heavy breathing: "It's not him."
He paused, as if thinking of the right words. The Buddhist bell had already been struck countless times, as if to call all the citizens in the territory of Dayu to mourn together.
Su Huaijing just frowned and added softly: "It's my grandmother."
Rong Tang's lips were red and swollen, and he looked up at him in surprise.
The latter's brows relaxed, and he led the person under the eaves, sat on the beauty's back, looked at the clouds rolling in the sky, and said in the sound of the bells: "She is my grandfather's second queen."
The grudges that followed were real. If Sheng Xuyan said that he didn't have the support of the empress dowager, Su Huaijing would not believe a word of it.
But the affection and family love we had back then were all real.
She is the adoptive mother of the emperor and the empress dowager of Dayu, but she will also condescend to embroider a wedding veil for her granddaughter's getting married; when the emperor punishes his son, she will leave the palace to protect her grandson regardless of her embarrassing status and her own situation.
—Even though these people have no blood relationship with her.
Just like Sheng Xuyan, every year when he returned to Beijing during the Spring Festival, he would bring large boxes of fashionable things from Jiangnan for his nephews and nieces.
The heavenly family is like this, indifferent but also warm, cold but with deep ties.
Su Huaijing knew from the beginning who he wanted to take revenge on, but the only person he deliberately ignored was the Empress Dowager.
Even when he saw a fat and strong ginseng kept in Shoukang Palace, he never thought of bringing it back.
I don’t know how to retaliate, so I stop myself from thinking about it, but I won’t do anything to stop things from happening naturally.
He knew that the Queen Mother had been drugged.
but…
Karma is cyclical, and retribution will come. He may not have done it directly, but the Queen Mother died because of him in a way. Can this be considered a form of revenge
Su Huaijing didn't know, he just didn't speak for a long time, leaning on Rong Tang's shoulder, and saw that the endless sound of the bell finally pulled down a rain from the sky.
The banana trees in the yard were knocked down. Su Huaijing looked at the raindrops hitting the ground and said nothing for a long time.
He was not sad, nor did he regret anything. He did not feel any guilt, nor was he held back by the so-called warmth of his childhood.
He was just thinking, Zhang Ge Lao, Wu Kangbo, Xia Jingyi, Rong Mingyu...
All those who had joined Sheng Xuyan in the uprising and rebellion were either dead or injured, turned into dust or returned home due to old age and illness.
The Linghu banquet that day was full of grandeur, but now it is scattered and desolate.
When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dogs are cooked, and only that person is left at the high position.
He had been seeking revenge for so long and had been on edge all the way, but inexplicably, he felt tired because of the sound of the bells and the summer rain.
Su Huaijing placed his weight on Rong Tang's shoulders, put his arms around his waist, and his eyelids drooped naturally as he looked at the splashes of water in the yard caused by the raindrops.
Autumn is coming again in Beijing.
Su Huaijing closed his eyes, one hand gently stroking his back, the sound of rain falling on his ears, and somehow, Su Huaijing said something that he should have said to someone ten years ago.
"Tangtang, it hurts."
"My bones hurt."
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After a heavy rain, the temperature in Beijing quickly turned cold.
The most prosperous area of Dayu has been quiet these days, and even the most ordinary families have noticed something unusual in the capital.
When the empress dowager passed away, the whole country observed a moment of silence and mourning, and the entire Yujing was decorated with white silk.
His Majesty was already ill, and suddenly died. He knelt in front of the mourning hall for a long time until he fainted. The whole world was moved by the emperor's filial piety.
On the day when the Empress Dowager's coffin was placed in the imperial mausoleum, the sky was covered with dark clouds, yellow paper was scattered all over the city, and the people knelt on both sides to respectfully see the Empress Dowager off.
But somehow, the horse leading the way got frightened and lost its direction, rushing straight towards the crowd. The palace servant carrying the coffin was kicked in the chest by the horse, and his balance was unstable, so he fell directly to the ground.
The coffin fell to the ground with a dull sound, and the lid of the coffin, which should have been nailed firmly, was knocked open.
The people were in a panic. They tried to avoid the crazy horse but took a casual glance at it. Their faces were filled with horror and they stood still.
The most honorable Empress Dowager of the Dayu Dynasty had a dark blue body, black lips, bulging eyeballs, and was staring straight at the sky above her head.
—She didn't even close her eyes.
The Queen Mother died a violent death.
Before people had even digested this piece of news, another groundless rumor spread among the people.
Rumor has it that the Empress Dowager was poisoned to death by the Emperor himself.
(End of this chapter)