The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Light smoke slowly curled out from the fangs of the red gold beast.

Overlapping bright yellow tents hang down on the ground, forming a closed and dark space.

The emperor, who should have been sleeping soundly while lying on the dragon bed, had his eyes open.

The majestic dragon eyes on the tent stared straight at him, as if they wanted to see through his heart at this moment of relaxation.

Dreamed about it again.

In the evening, she leaned against the door, with morning glories climbing up the bamboo fence. She was dressed in an indigo cloth with sleeves rolled up to her arms. In order to facilitate movement, her long hair was all tied up. Her cheeks were flushed from the sun, but she waved when she saw him from a distance. , and then ran towards him, like a gentle evening breeze.

"I'm back, I've been waiting for a long time."

When she said this, there was joy and a hint of loneliness.

The prey in her hands was still a bit heavy for her when she carried it, and her arms were stretched straight by the weight. But she turned her head to look at him and said with a smile, "I hit so many today! It's really impressive. I'll go to the street to change the money tomorrow. Plus the money from before, it should be enough to buy you a winter coat."

Fu Rong looked at her and smiled, unable to hear clearly what he said.

Just like that, he followed her into the strange courtyard.

Fu Rong was disgusted with this courtyard. It was cramped, dark, and shabby, with few decent furniture. There is no need to compare with the splendid palace, even the lowest servant room in the palace is much better than this.

Every time Fu Rong thought of the prosperous Kyoto, the short and small courtyard in front of him was a humiliation. It always reminded him of the old emperor's disgust and partiality, and the vicious hypocrisy of the queen and the prince.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a shower and eat."

"Look, it's the radish we grew ourselves! The aunt next door said that frying it this way is the most sweet and refreshing. Try it."

Qianying hurriedly carried the warm food in the pot to the stone table in the courtyard. The so-called stone table is a relatively flat large stone in the backyard. Zhe Sang thought it was taking up space in the vegetable field, so he found a way to move it to the front yard, cleaned it, and paired it with two small horses to make it a table.

Zhe Sang liked this yard more than he did. The morning glories tangled on the fence were dug from the mountains and planted by her. After several months of hard work, the barren front yard became clean and smooth. She planted a few flowers outside the fence. A piece of bamboo, neat piles of firewood under the eaves, and two rows of flowers in earthen pots outside. She made the earthen pots from mud to make embryos for burning. They have no sense of beauty at all, but they are arranged in two serious rows and planted with various fresh flowers. The little wild flowers in the mountains have a bit of wildness after seeing them for a long time. She even planned to raise some chickens and ducks, but Fu Rong firmly disagreed.

He said, "You don't have to work so hard. I'll hunt whatever meat you want to eat in the mountains. If I don't have it, I'll take the game to the town to trade for it."

In fact, he never thought of staying in this yard forever. I never thought about actually managing their future.

He is not a pheasant, he is a dragon, just stranded.

It was just a stop-gap measure, a temporary rest. He wanted to fight his way back to Kyoto to regain justice and avenge his previous humiliation. This is what Fu Rong said to himself from the first day he moved in.

Fu Rong didn't taste the taste of radish. He only remembered a pair of gentle eyes, like a pool of warm water, staring at him wholeheartedly. There was the joy of harvest, but also the expectation and anxiety of waiting for comments.

Just a casual glance, but like a swamp, it is gradually sinking and sinking.

The slightly sweet darkness gradually dissipated, and the originally invisible white light smeared around -

It was snowy, and he was sitting in the cold camp handling military affairs. A woman's whisper came from outside the tent. Then, he opened the door curtain with bare hands, and a touch of spring came in. It was the familiar gentle eyes. The maid behind her was carrying a food box.

Suddenly, there was a high vermilion wall, and under the lantern blowing in the night wind, a thin and gloomy figure appeared.

The emperor pulled back his thoughts and suddenly smiled bitterly. He had remembered so much since when.

At this moment, he forgot about hatred.

More of a loss.

Was it because he was not buried, so he deliberately came to disturb him in his dream?

Why wasn't he ordered to be buried? The emperor also asked himself.

why?

Because of hate? Of course I hate it! She cuckolded him, and he searched the capital but could not find the audacious thief. However, she did not even repent or suffer, and just died happily!

The emperor was so sullen that he didn't even have the chance to shake her shoulders and question her.

He wanted to kill the thief with his own hands, he wanted to see her tears of regret, and he wanted to hear her pleas to stay.