Chang Anqing

Chapter 267 The Disgrace of the Son of Heaven
As the sun sets, a bright red sunset glow spreads across the sky like ink, reflecting on the red glazed tiles of the Daming Palace, it is unusually empty and lonely, and even the chi beasts on the tile eaves seem to be much alone.

The faint weeping sound outside the hall seemed to be cut continuously, and the unreasonable cobwebs tightly wrapped the hall, seeming sad, fearful, and tense. Even the emperor on the dragon seat was dragged into this place so that he could not see clearly. In the abyss of the future, I can't extricate myself.

The candles in the hall have been lit one by one, like ghosts with nowhere to rest, fluttering in the wind, falling on the wall, casting countless shadows, covering the face of Emperor Yuan Cheng, making it impossible to see clearly. look clear.

In the silence, Emperor Yuan Cheng was still wearing the black dragon-pattern shirt, sitting there like a lonely mountain, motionless, without life, joy or anger.

Even the heart that once had the lofty ambition of a gentleman and could give up everything for it, was petrified in an instant, and was easily crushed into powder. It was so ridiculous that there was not even a little ashes left in the end.

Looking at the crumpled red blood stains on the clean white paper on the imperial case, looking at the strokes written by Empress Yang to bid farewell to him.

Emperor Yuan Cheng's tears had already dried up to numbness.

He has done many things in his life, but he has never regretted it. Facing Yu Niang alone, he knows that he has already regretted it.

Maybe it was when he saw her bowing her head and smiling when she personally sewed a seven or eight-year-old shirt for the child after he took the medicine.

Maybe it was because she tried her best and failed to keep the child. When he rushed back to Chang'an all night and night, he saw her crying in his arms and blamed everything on herself.

Or, when he woke up one night and saw her hanging in front of his bed, it made him feel unbearable heartache for the rest of his life.

But no matter how he regrets it, he is also very clear that even if he starts over again, even if he walks through it again, he still has to do it.

Yu Guo, this is his absolute heart as the emperor,
Yu family, this is the only way he must go as a descendant of the Chen family.

He has no choice.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan Cheng bowed his head and gave a lonely smile. He didn't care about the tense or worried eyes of the people in the palace, or the tear that fell on his clothes. He just caressed every word on the letter as if he was gently stroking Empress Yang's smile. .It wasn't until he heard footsteps approaching that he carefully took the letter back and put it in the lapel of his chest.

Following Yuan Chengdi's gaze, Jiang Lihua, who was dressed in white and filial piety, walked in with a bowl. Compared to the bewildered and miserable others, she and Chengde were rare calm and composed.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take the medicine."

Emperor Yuan Cheng heard the words and looked over, without saying anything, he took the decoction from his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Just as Jiang Lihua took the medicine bowl and was carefully holding the tray to take it out, an earth-shattering announcement completely broke the last tranquility, gripping the hearts of all the people in the hall tightly and hanging them extremely high.

"The lieutenant is here—"

As the voice fell, the sound of the armor outside was as piercing as a knife, sawing people's hearts inch by inch, and the steady and powerful footsteps sounded like hell, undoubtedly sending chills down everyone's spine, and many palace officials even more so. I couldn't help shivering, as if I was going to fall the next moment.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng was surprisingly calm.

It was just looking up indifferently, waiting for the person who was about to come.

Up to now, he is already sailing on a hidden reef, and from the moment Ah Man heard the defeat, he has made all preparations.

In the past, he was a puppet in the hands of Yang Chongyuan. From now on, he may not even be able to be a puppet, and has become a useless person who cannot even control life and death.

There is nothing worse than this in life, so what is there to be afraid of——

Jiang Lihua, who was standing still on the way, just met the figure who was full of murderous and angry aura. At that moment, the bloody aura filled the whole hall, and everyone bowed their heads in trembling salute. In the middle, she forgot for a moment, and just held the tray stiffly, facing the current court Taiwei Yang Chongyuan who was wearing a frost armor, the color of the armor itself was blurred with blood stains, black and dark.

That prestige and reputation are enough to make people fearful and trembling, Yang Chongyuan, the power minister in the world.

At this moment, looking at the gradually darkening night outside, she finally understood.

What does it mean when the mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building, and the black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to urge——

In the terrified pupils of the palace people, Yang Chongyuan did not take off his helmet, armor, or sword. For the first time, with a biting murderous aura, he held the sword in his right hand majestically, step by step like a life-locking Shura. One step at a time, approaching the throne above everyone.

Seeing the dripping blood winding down from the body of the blade, and leaving a path of mottled and horrific bloodstains on the smooth and mirror-like floor tiles, the palace servants standing on both sides were all startled, their faces were as white as paper, and they knelt tremblingly. Going down, but no one dared to go up to stop it.

"T-Taiwei, before Shengjia—"

Just when Chengde was terrified to the extreme, but still resolutely stood up to protect himself in front of Emperor Yuan Cheng, the sound of killing from armor and sword colliding swept in like a sea tide, and the people in the palace could no longer help kneeling in shock. Amidst the cries and begging for mercy, the cold-faced Yang Che entered with heavy troops, but in a short while, he dragged all the palace servants who were already limp as mud and forgot to escape mercilessly.

"The guards of the Zichen Palace are not strong enough to put the emperor in danger—"

Amidst the noise and clamor of crying, Yang Chongyuan stood among the crowd, like a god and Buddha in charge of life and death, overlooking all living beings, but without the slightest compassionate Buddha heart, standing in front of the imperial case, confronting Yuan Chengdi on the throne.

It was easy, as simple as dusting off a speck of dust, Yang Chongyuan's lips curled into a cold and threatening arc, and even the lines at the end of his eyes, accumulated from years of experience, were like murderous weapons, soaked in blood and splattered everywhere. The momentum of millions of corpses.

"punish!"

The moment the words fell, there was a burst of mourning, and at that moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng finally saw the undisguised regicide ambition in his eyes.

At this moment, as the tray fell to the ground, the sound of the explosion of the bowl trembled in the ears, and Yang Chongyuan's eyes moved slightly following the sound, so that he could see a desolate and moving face in the shadow of the sword.

If you want to be pretty, be filial.

The woman in front of her seemed to perfectly interpret this sentence. She was clearly dressed in white, with only white plain silk flowers in her hair, but the print made her face even more like snow-white jade porcelain, and she looked like a pure white lotus that could not be grasped , the slender wrists were dragged by the soldiers, not only did not feel the slightest embarrassment, but on the contrary, they were clean, stubbornly refusing to shed a tear of fear and submission.

The sound of the blade raising was like a thunderclap, past Jiang Lihua's cheek, and slowly brushed to her chin. With Yang Chongyuan's sword tip lightly flicking, Jiang Lihua was also forced to raise her head by the cold blade.

With just one glance, she almost fell into those dangerous and bottomless pupils.

"Are you the one who was exceptionally promoted from Yeting Palace to be a female official?"

The unique voice of an adult man brushed past his ears, making Jiang Lihua shudder layer upon layer. However, Yang Chongyuan didn't seem to care about his answer. He suddenly sneered and raised his head and clenched his fists, still sitting upright. There, the face of the emperor who refused to let the wind fall in the slightest.

"Then keep it, keep it with His Majesty."

While speaking, the rest of the palace people had already been ruthlessly dragged out like ragged clothes. There was no doubt that their lives had come to an end at this moment.

And Jiang Lihua, who survived, was not at all lucky to survive the catastrophe. At this moment, she was still immersed in those murderous eyes, and she was afraid that the cold sweat on her back had already soaked her clothes.

When the hall was completely quiet, it was so quiet that only Emperor Yuan Cheng and Yang Chongyuan and his ministers were there.

The loud voice trembled without any scruples, causing Yuan Chengdi's chest to stagnate and suppressed.

"I don't know if His Majesty is waiting for a minister today, or Shangguanji?"

Facing Yang Chongyuan's condescending cold eyes, Emperor Yuan Cheng raised his head extremely calmly.

"What does the captain mean by this?"

Facing this calm emperor, Yang Chongyuan sneered in his eyes, and pushed forward step by step, already trampled on the rituals of the emperor and ministers, as if there was nothing.

It was only when he walked to the imperial case and looked at the young emperor who was close at hand, that he finally said with deep eyes: "It's better, wait for him—"

While speaking, there was only a sound of "bang--", under the dull collision, Yang Chongyuan's left hand under the cloak suddenly threw a package, rolled on the imperial case, and when Emperor Yuan Cheng followed the sound to look over, his back suddenly fell. It was tense, the hair stood on end, and the limbs seemed to be numb due to the extreme pain, shock, and fear.

Because the moment the package was opened in response, he could clearly see a bloody human head lying on the blood-stained cloth, looking at the familiar eyebrows, looking at the handsome facial features, looking at the man who will never again The pale lips that joked with him.

That's Ah Yu——

It was A Yu who grew up with him and A Xian from childhood, like siblings, like arms.

At this moment, no matter how suppressed, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't hold on anymore.

All of a sudden, he seemed to be able to hear Shangguan Yuan smiling with him facing the sunlight under the tree in the dense forest hunting ground, proudly raised his jaw, waved the bow in his hand and said in a handsome and handsome way: "Look, Your Majesty, today I am But he shoots more than Ah Xian."

However, in front of him, the face that was as pale as paper, with his eyes closed in pain, pulled him into the abyss of pain and reality.

"Your Majesty, are you angry?"

Looking at the face of the young emperor bearing the storm, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were red, and even his body trembled faintly because of the anger cooking in his chest.

However, Yang Chongyuan bent down with great satisfaction, and said with a suffocating sense of oppression: "The moment you kill my son, you should prepare everyone to be buried with you."

Hearing these words, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his anger almost burst out of them.

"But this pain is far from enough."

While speaking, following the heavy sound, Yang Chongyuan's eyes suddenly shone coldly. At this moment, he put his hands on the imperial case coldly, leaned forward little by little, and looked down at the man in front of him who wanted to kill him. Emperor Yuan Cheng said: "So, I might as well tell you a bigger secret."

"Xiandi, your elder brother was also killed by me."

At that moment, the cold words penetrated into Emperor Yuan Cheng's heart like bone-biting worms, gnawing at his bone marrow. In front of his pupils was that cold and ruthless face, that pair of eyes staring at him, even with a bit of a smile on his face. mocking eyes.

At this moment, the anger and killing intent that had been buried in his body for a long time suddenly charged forward like flames, hitting his heart veins and gushing out towards his throat.

"Yang Chongyuan! I'm going to kill you—"

The words that almost bit his flesh and smashed his bones overflowed from the cracks in Emperor Yuan Cheng's teeth. At that moment, he suppressed the bloody smell gushing out of his throat. With the sound of the dragon chant, he slashed at Yang Chongyuan's neck.

However, following the sound of "Ding--", Yang Chongyuan, who had been on the battlefield for many years, had already noticed it, but he easily knocked the Emperor Sword to the ground with his blood-dripping sword in his right hand, making a desperate hiss.

The next moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng, who couldn't stop spitting out blood because of the domineering and raging anger, was easily knocked on the neck by Yang Chongyuan.

Yang Chongyuan's strength was not heavy, but the suffocation, humiliation and anger were still disintegrating and devouring Yuan Chengdi's heart layer by layer.

"Up to now, His Majesty still thinks about how to enjoy the rest of his life in peace—"

After finishing the words, Yang Chongyuan let go of his left hand calmly, glanced indifferently at the already increased dose of tranquilizing incense in the dragon-patterned incense burner, his lips curled up, turned around and strode out.

Only Emperor Yu Yuancheng collapsed on the ground like a dying patient, the blood had already covered his clothes and stained the corners of his mouth red.

Almost at the moment when Yang Chongyuan walked out of the palace gate, he heard Jiang Lihua's shocked shout behind him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Imperial Physician, quickly send the Imperial Physician—"

At the same time, all the people in the Zichen Palace that had been replaced were standing in the corridor, looking at Yang Chongyuan tremblingly, hesitating and not daring to move half a minute into the palace.

At this moment, Yang Chongyuan suddenly stepped out of the high lacquered threshold, sneered and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is seriously ill, and I will wait for you to serve me."

After all, that majestic and murderous figure walked away with many soldiers.

But everyone present knew that from this moment on, the Zichen Palace was no longer the former Zichen Palace of the emperor.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar Forbidden Army outside the Zichen Palace, they knew better who owns the world today.

(End of this chapter)