Chang Anqing

Chapter 271
"I am Princess Da Zhou, sister of the Son of Heaven, do you dare to kill me?"

In the hall full of slaughter and corruption, Pengcheng turned his head and didn't look at the lonely and tragic figure who passed away. Instead, he looked at the knife in front of him with absolute arrogance and contempt, but he dared not The Turkic soldiers who came over, and their leader Zhenbi Khan.

At this moment, with careless arrogance in Pengcheng's eyes, he straightened his loose clothes as if no one else was there, sneered step by step, and approached the group of trash.

"Behind me, standing is my royal family of the Chen family, the entire Dazhou. Even he, A Duohou, never dared to touch me. How dare you?"

Looking at Peng Cheng who was clearly in trouble, but still had sharp eyes and undiminished momentum.

Zhenbi Khan smiled, and said word by word in the silence: "It seems that He Dun doesn't know that the Zhou Dynasty is about to change—"

Seeing the sudden change in Pengcheng's expression, Zhenbi Khan continued with great satisfaction: "Shangguanji of the Zhou Dynasty colluded with Habayashi Guards to stage a coup in the Chang'an Jingjiao school camp. However, he never wanted to be tricked by Taiwei Yang Chongyuan, not only his eldest son was beheaded, but he himself was captured alive and sent to prison."

Watching Pengcheng, who has always been proud, fall into an unbelievable vortex bit by bit, the self-confidence, determination, and strategy to control everything have already been inadvertently shattered at this moment, like a frozen lake thousands of miles away , A gap was faintly dug open, and one could almost hear the sound of "cracking, crackling" ice.

Having said that, looking at the pale and unbelieving Pengcheng, Zhenbi Khan sighed and added the last sentence.

"But what He Dun said is right, you are the princess of the Great Zhou, and if I don't kill you now, you and I will just wait here to see whether it is the protection of the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty or the death talisman of the Yang family. "

After all, Zhenbi Khan's eyes were obviously smiling, but he was soaked in the chill of watching a good show, and when he turned around, he pushed the frightened and shameless Tage to Peng Cheng, and turned around to lead the soldiers out.

But everyone knows that from now on, this hall has become Pengcheng's cage, where she will wait for her final life under the captivity of the Turks.

"Princess, princess—"

Hearing the sound of Tege's crying buzzing in his ears, Peng Cheng was wearing tulle pajamas, but he walked blankly through the cold and sticky blood on the ground with his bare feet, and walked to the window step by step, looking at the bright and clean round outside the window. The moonlight as before.

"Failed?"

In the silence, Pengcheng's creepy laughter came. At this moment, Tage forgot to even cry. When she looked up, she saw Pengcheng's pale face getting whiter and brighter under the moonlight, as if there was no human voice. .

"Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown."

But she will never see Chang'an's moon again——

The desolate and curved laughter fell in the empty hall, but Peng Cheng smiled and laughed, but it was the first tear that fell after entering Turkic.

As if the bowstring had been pulled to the extreme and completely broken, Peng Cheng sat down on the ground with a smile, then slowly lay down on the cold floor tiles, staring at the bright moon in front of the window.

It turned out that the parting words with brother were a prophecy, and she would never return to Chang'an in this life.

I can't go back——

Just like every vigorous coup d'état full of conspiracy and calculations, the attack launched by Shangguan Ji was doomed to be accused of treason and a thief at the moment of failure.

After the coup, the people of Chang'an still opened the door to live their lives as usual, but the Shangguan family was reduced from a prominent family of four generations and three princes to a fish on the chopping board in an instant.

However, in just half a month, except for the men who did not reach the crown and were exiled for three thousand miles, the rest of the men of the Shangguan clan were beheaded to death. Outside the frontier to do the lowest level of hard labor.

And all of this was far from enough for Yang Chongyuan, so from the moment the coup d'etat subsided, Chang'an became a nightmare for many officials and courtiers who were trembling and walking on thin ice.

In the past half a month, almost every day, countless officials who once attached to and flattered the Shangguan clan were dragged to Dali Temple and the Ministry of Criminal Justice in a grandiose manner, sentenced to conspiracy for conspiracy, exiled, ransacked their homes, or lost their lives .

Now that the once powerful Taiwei Yang Chongyuan has become the emperor in charge of life and death, he is completely free from anyone's constraints.

Because after the coup, Emperor Yuancheng, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, finally fell ill.

In the past, maybe it was just a headache and a lingering sick bed, but now the emperor is suffering from hysteria. He is sometimes bewildered and foolish all day long, and sometimes goes crazy.

On May 21st, the sunshine in the corridor was just right. Li Sui, who got off the chariot, was still wearing a palace skirt of moon silver thread, and a white jade hibiscus flower hairpin was attached to his coiled hair. .

"princess."

Seeing the well-groomed Jiang Lihua standing alone at the gate of Zichen Palace with tired eyes, Li Sui nodded and walked in with her just now.

From the gate of the palace until entering the main hall, Li Sui clearly saw that everyone along the way was a strange face that he had never seen before, like pawns full of stars, unpopular pawns, every one of them guarding the Zichen Palace. In the corner, spying on a person's actions.

How good such a life can be, I am afraid that only one person knows best.

"princess."

A low-pitched reminder rang in his ears, and Li Suixun followed Jiang Lihua to look over him. Even though he was prepared in his heart, he couldn't help being stunned, feeling inexplicably desolate.

I saw that the emperor's bedroom in the Zichen Palace was like a lonely, vast, and revealing a bit of the other side of the world, obviously every window was open, and the sunlight outside the window fell into the hall, dispelling every darkness , but the scene in front of him is still like the underworld, like the underworld, like the underworld.

With the breeze blowing, Li Sui looked at the white silk hanging on the beams in the hall, one after another, like a lonely ghost, haunting and haunting, as if it could catch people at any time Soul.

"Why don't you clean up this place?"

Seeing this scene, Li Sui couldn't help feeling hatred and fear in her heart, because all the scenes in front of her, which had been dusted in her mind for a long time and dared not touch them, all came out like a ray of light. She was going to be pulled into the boundless nightmare again.

"Since His Majesty violated the Eucharist, he ordered people to hang this place—"

Speaking of this, Jiang Lihua did not continue, but lowered her eyelids and said: "No one dares to take it off without authorization."

Hearing this, Li Sui felt sarcasm in his heart. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt that there were no more questions, only a sneer.

When she walked in again, she finally saw that under the main hall where the white silk fluttered, she was wearing a white dress with wide sleeves and ink. Emperor Cheng was sitting barefoot on the steps under the couch, but he was holding stacks of rice papers with utmost care in his hands, pinching a jade hairpin, and carefully pointed at the person opposite, outlining stroke by stroke, his eyebrows Full of years of quiet good peace.

"Your Majesty looks better."

Hearing the change of address in Li Sui's language, Jiang Lihua looked up. Although he couldn't hear any sadness in his language, there was always a bit of indescribable sadness in it.

"Your Majesty will sometimes get sick, and his temperament will be chaotic. He will flog and beat the palace people of Zichen, and even draw swords to kill each other. Therefore, many palace people dare not come in to serve. Now that Chengde Weng has gone, only the servants are left by his side— —”

Speaking of this, Jiang Lihua looked at the gentle figure not far away and said: "But fortunately, sometimes, His Majesty will wake up briefly again, just like before. As for this moment—"

Hearing the pause in Jiang Lihua's speech, Li Sui couldn't help looking over, but saw Jiang Lihua looking at Emperor Yuan Cheng with a desolate look and said slowly: "At this moment, Your Majesty seems to be awake, but also seems to be in a dream."

As if she didn't understand the deep meaning of Jiang Lihua's words, Li Sui walked in step by step. When she saw a pair of scrolls hanging on the walls around her, the smiling beauties on the scrolls were all the ones she was very familiar with. When he was young, Li Sui gradually understood.

"Your Majesty will paint for Holy Empress Mingde when he is quiet, and he often sits and whispers with His Highness when he is painting, as if, as if His Highness is still here—"

Hearing this, Li Sui frowned slightly, and then walked over alone. Every step she took, she could feel the picture scroll hanging on the wall, with every frown and smile, Queen Yang in different clothes, different scenes, and different behaviors. is looking at her.

As before, gentle and beautiful.

Inadvertently, Li Sui's eyes gradually became warm, but that tear never fell.

"Come on, come on, I know you're tired from standing, this is about to be finished—"

In the silence, Emperor Yuan Cheng doted on and helplessly faced the picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall, and smiled gently at Empress Yang on the scroll: "Look, how beautiful I painted Yuanshandai for you today, It reminds me of the day I first met you, you also had such heroic eyebrows—"

After all, Emperor Yuan Cheng finished the last stroke. When Li Sui stepped forward, he saw that Empress Yang in Yuan Cheng's pen was different from any one on the wall. She looked like another red palace dress with a smile on her face. Bright, with heroic brows, he seems to be standing under the opposite window at the moment, showing a somewhat impatient but smirking appearance.

"Aman is here—"

Looking at this painting, looking at another picture scroll on the opposite wall, Li Sui seemed to have really seen Sister A, wearing the same red palace dress, talking to her with a smile.

Almost at the same time, tears welled up in his eyes, but the voice of Emperor Yuan Cheng came from his ears again.

"Look, how well I drew you."

While speaking, Emperor Yuan Cheng silently moved aside, as if Empress Yang really came and sat beside him, causing him to pass the painting over with a smile and whisper.

"His Majesty."

Li Sui's cold voice interrupted Yuan Chengdi's whisper, and also broke the strange atmosphere at this moment.

When Emperor Yuan Cheng looked up and met Li Sui's eyes, he didn't feel the anger after frustration, nor did he show the slightest surprise. Instead, as before, he smiled and helped "Empress Yang" to get up and said: " Look, you said you missed Ah Man, so I invited her into the palace to accompany you."

"Look, Ah Man, I just painted for your elder sister, but she said that I didn't draw her eyes well, come and see—"

Looking at the painting handed over by Emperor Yuan Cheng, Li Sui silently lowered his head to look. Whether it was eyebrows or manners, Emperor Yuan Cheng outlined them exactly the same.

At this moment, Li Sui clearly understood that the seemingly quiet Emperor Yuan Cheng had fallen into his own world, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Therefore, we can have this short-term peace and happiness.

There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches.

In the past, Emperor Yuan Cheng used this to comfort Chen Zhiyan, but he himself never did it, how ridiculous.

"Your Majesty, sister has left."

As soon as these words came out, the pupils of Emperor Yuan Cheng who had a calm expression in front of him suddenly shook, and he gradually looked at Li Sui sullenly and said, "Aman, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Sister, she has passed away."

While speaking, facing Li Sui's calm and calm eyes, Emperor Yuan Cheng shook his head and stepped back step by step, gradually trembling and holding his head, refusing to believe it.

However, Li Sui stepped forward ruthlessly, approaching him inch by inch, and said, "You forgot that she hung the white silk in front of your couch to commit suicide? You forgot that she gave birth to your children but was deceived by you all her life? She begged her all her life. One freedom, even begging for a son or daughter to be happy, have you forgotten?"

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng who retreated step by step, suddenly tripped and fell under the couch, holding his head in embarrassment and gradually said "no", Li Sui laughed so hard that tears came out. The moment he squatted down, he looked around the room. The painting is extremely sarcastic: "She has been tortured by you all her life. You have never experienced the pain of being forced to commit suicide when she wanted to live. What qualifications do you have to chat here as a picture scroll to express your love? Why do you forget her death and pretend to be so affectionate for the world, for the world to see?"

"Aren't you doing this just to scare the secret workers outside the palace, so that they don't dare to get close to you, and don't dare to monitor you?"

After all, Li Sui suddenly got up and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is worthy of being the Son of Heaven, even if Sister is dead, you can still use her—"

While speaking, Li Sui glanced at the picture scrolls in the room, and resisted the urge to tear them to shreds of the floating white silks one by one. He was about to walk out without even looking at the people behind him. There was the sound of Yuan Chengdi's painful sobs.

"Aman, I'm sorry."

The moment the voice fell, Li Sui silently clenched his hands, and when he looked back, he saw Emperor Yuan Cheng kneeling on the ground in embarrassment and loneliness, with his hands on the ground, looking at the painting lying on the ground, and said with a smile but tears: " I killed her, and I know I killed her."

"She must have heard that night, heard the words that I blurted out when I was awakened by the nightmare—"

Li Sui frowned silently, and when he looked back, he saw Emperor Yuan Cheng shed tears one after another: "During the days when Yu Niang went to Yuqing Temple, I had nightmares almost every night, and I always dreamed about that child. When I dreamed that he turned into a black raccoon slave and begged for my life, I knew it was he who came back and took revenge on me—"

Speaking of this, Emperor Yuan Cheng buried his head in pain, his shoulders trembling and weeping: "I would rather that child take my life than report it to Yu Niang."

"Why, why is it not my life!"

Hearing this, Li Sui's messy thoughts suddenly became clear, bit by bit they were put together, arranged, and combined.

Almost in a flash of inspiration, an amazing idea flashed through her mind.

"What did you say?"

Suddenly, Li Sui knelt down, and tightly pulled up the heartbroken Emperor Yuan Cheng and said, "It's you? It was you who babbled the truth on the eve before sister left Yuqing Temple!"

Seeing that Emperor Yuan Cheng lowered his eyes by default, he was in a state of embarrassment and was no longer what he used to be. His eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were black and blue, like a puppet.

Li Sui pressed his nails into his palms almost in hatred, and even the tingling pain was far less than the pain of regret in his heart.

It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this...

It was her mistake that caused Sister to fall into that vortex and be pulled by all parties to the boundless darkness.

Accompanied by mocking and creepy sneers, Emperor Yuan Cheng saw Li Sui in front of him as if he had changed in an instant.

With red eyes, indifferent pupils, and an indescribable killing intent all over his body, he looked at him disdainfully and said, "Cousin."

It was obviously calling her by the previous address, but at the moment it sounded threateningly unfamiliar.

"All your life, you have been using women, sisters, concubines, Ashina, and Shangguan Yun, but in the end?"

"The Ashina family stirred up the wind and rain, Shangguan Yun's righteous killing of relatives disrupted your plan, and the imperial concubine used you to kill sister and the only person you loved—"

Seeing Emperor Yuan Cheng's pupils wide open, as if they were being shattered inch by inch, Li Sui looked over at him, but Li Sui smiled coldly and said, "Sister, I would rather choose to die in front of you and let you live your whole life in front of you." In pain and regret."

"Enough, this is enough punishment for you."

After finishing speaking, Li Sui turned around and walked out.

"Aman, Aman—"

He heard the panicked and panicked collision behind him, as well as the unbelievable roar of Emperor Yuan Cheng.

Li Sui didn't look back, but calmly paused, and said slowly: "Cousin, you should say sorry, it was never me."

"But sister, I don't want to hear it anymore."

As soon as the words fell, Li Sui had already left mercilessly, completely disappearing in this oppressive hall, Kongliu Yuancheng Emperor fell to the ground in desolation alone, holding the portrait of Empress Yang in disbelief and muttering sadly : "Yu Niang, Yu Niang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be with you, I'll be with you, okay..."

It was night, as the bell of the Daming Palace rang coldly and heavily again, Yuan Chengdi, whose wife and children had been separated for a lifetime, and who had never left even a single heir, ended his 26 short and desolate years in such a lonely and desolate way. All her life, she died alone in the empty Zichen Palace.

Later, according to palace legends, when he went in to collect the funeral, the young emperor still held the portrait of Empress Mingde tightly and refused to let go. Several people worked together to finally "separate" the pair of emperors and empresses.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld——

Everyone said that this seemingly sad ending may be the best relief for this emperor.

Because, he was finally able to sleep in the mausoleum with his long-missed wife, and set foot on the long road to hell.

(End of this chapter)