My aesthetic is out of tune with the world

It was night, and the newly appointed His Royal Highness Zhao Qixing was led by Wu Yong to the Qianyuan Hall. The emperor was sitting behind the table, half of his face was illuminated by a lamp, making him look more and more old.

Qixing had no expression on his face, and saluted him, his voice was still cold,

"I have seen Your Majesty."

The emperor Xu was in a trance, he was suddenly awakened by his voice, his eyes focused and looked over,

"It's Qixing..."

The emperor leaned on the chair and sat up straight with difficulty,

"Get up."

Now, except for the two of them, everyone else in the hall was pushed back, including Wu Yong, Qi Xing with lowered eyes, and his thin back showing a bit of stubbornness for no reason.

"May I ask His Majesty why he summoned Qixing?"

The deeper dew made people feel cold all over the body, the emperor pressed his fist to his lips, suppressing a low cough,

"Regardless of status, I am also your uncle, so why be so unfamiliar."

"Qixing was born in the folk, grew up in the mountains, and can't afford to climb high."

The emperor was not annoyed when he contradicted him,

"You hate your identity so much? Even if you don't think about your dead father, you have to think about your dead mother."

"Think? Think about what?"

Qixing sneered,

"She waited for a heartless man for five years, and missed him for another five years. When she was dying, she still waited for that man to pick her up to enjoy the glory and wealth. How stupid!"

Qixing was raised by his grandmother. He was born in the small town of Hefu. He studied for several years and won the prize of a scholar. If the emperor hadn't insisted on looking for him, maybe he would have spent his life ordinary in that small place.

Qixing felt that he was being disturbed. He had no intention of being rich, nor of the throne.

"You are one of the few bloodlines of the Zhao family. In the future, the country will be handed over to you, so why bother to have so much resentment?"

"Leave it to me? Isn't it going to be handed over to Uncle Nine Emperors?"

Qixing scoffed at his words,

"You just changed your mind because you saw that he took refuge in that eunuch."

The emperor is a very contradictory person. The Great Jin Dynasty was clearly defeated by him, but he refused to admit it. He stubbornly wanted to find an heir to take over the riddled throne. To put it bluntly, he was a bitch To set up a memorial archway.

If he was a fool, Qi Xing would still look at him high.

The emperor was very wimpy, his youthful aspirations and pride had been wiped out by all these years of debauchery, and he didn't make a sound when he was ridiculed so much, he just said tiredly,

"Since you know all about it, you should also understand my difficulties. Lao Jiu has taken refuge in Xie Chuyun, and the throne must never be handed over to him. I came to you today, but I just want to explain the truth first."

The emperor had a set of imperial edicts in his hand. Not long after it was written, the ink was still wet, and Zhao Qixing's name was written on it.

"I don't want to be emperor."

Qixing has no ambitions, he already has a beloved woman in Hefu Town, he just wants to make a living as a teacher in that small place, then marry her back home, and just live the rest of his life in a mediocre manner.

"You have the blood of the Zhao family, so I can't allow you to say no. I know what you are thinking. When you ascend the throne as emperor in the future, just bring her back and give her a position."

Qi Xing didn't speak anymore, not acquiescing, but the emperor's thinking was completely different from his, so he didn't bother to waste his words, he saluted quickly,

"If the emperor has nothing to do, I will leave first."

After speaking, he took a step back, turned around and left resolutely, Wu Yong poked half of his head in from outside the hall,

"His Majesty?"

"You go out with me for a walk."

The emperor carefully rolled up the imperial decree, stuffed it into a jade tube, then hid it in his sleeve, wrapped it in a cloak and walked out of the palace.

The long night was silent, the stars were bright, the treetops were blown by the wind, making a rustling sound, Wu Yong lit a lantern beside the emperor, and walked with him step by step.

"It's been many years... I haven't seen the stars like this for many years..."

The emperor opened his cloudy eyes wide, and there was a little light in the depths of the pupils. He knew that his time was numbered, and looking at the surrounding scenery at this moment, he suddenly felt that he couldn't see enough.

"This green epiphyllum was planted by me and Concubine Shu back then, and it has grown so luxuriantly now..."

The emperor stroked the green leaves with his rough hands, his knuckles were trembling, he seemed to be out of his mind, and asked Wu Yong,

"Where is Concubine Shu?"

Wu Yong looked down,

"Concubine Shu passed away ten years ago..."

"Ah, yes, I remembered that she had a miscarriage that year and was depressed all the time, so she left soon."

The emperor suddenly wiped his face with his sleeve, staggered forward, and then all the way to the main hall of the upper court. The night watchman must have been lazy to sleep. echo.

The emperor hadn't been to this strange yet familiar place for three years, and he walked up the 99 jade steps step by step, panicked and at a loss.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Wu Yong helped him to go up, the lantern in his arm flickered.

The emperor sat down on the dragon chair in a daze. After a while, he suddenly stood up on it, and then stepped on the table for reviewing memorials.

"Wu Yong,"

He suddenly said,

"A hundred years from now, you will announce to the world that the King of England will succeed you."

Wu Yong responded in a low voice,

"Yes."

The emperor slowly took out the jade tube from his sleeve, and lightly threw it at the secret compartment, and with a soft jingle, he threw it in.

"Ugh……"

The emperor suddenly let out a long sigh, seemingly relieved, guilty, regretful, and there seemed to be other inexplicable things.

He leaned on the edge of the table tremblingly down, Wu Yong hurried to help, the palace lantern in his arm flickered, then went out with a swipe.

Fortunately, the night was not too dark, and some outlines could be seen vaguely. The emperor stepped down the steps, feeling cold all over his body. He pulled the cloak on his body, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Go back."

Wu Yong asked the palace man at the door for a new lamp, and helped the emperor back to the bedroom. After he fell asleep, he quietly returned to the main hall the same way, came out after a while, and went straight to Changxin Palace.

At that time, Xie Chuyun had already fallen asleep with Chen Yu, and when he heard that Wu Yong wanted to see him, he had to get up from the bed.

Chen Yuzhi was originally holding him, but suddenly felt that his arms were empty, and he hummed in a daze,

"Why go..."

Xie Chuyun held his breath subconsciously, then went back to pat him on the back,

"I'll drink some water and I'll be right back."

So Chen Yuzhi fell into a deep sleep again.

Wu Yong was waiting anxiously in the study, when Xie Chuyun came in a short while, he was still wearing pajamas, only a black cloak was casually draped over him, his skin became paler, and his face looked as if someone had disturbed his dream Sullen, said in a deep voice,

"Why are you here late at night?"

Wu Yong hastened to apologize,

"The servant deserves to die. I disturbed the governor's rest. It's just a matter of great importance. The servant dare not delay."

After talking about today's events, he presented something from his sleeve, which was the jade tube thrown into the hidden compartment by the emperor just now.

Xie Chuyun took it and pulled out the plug, took out a roll of bright yellow cloth, read it at a glance, and suddenly sneered,

"This old thing."

He waved his hand to beckon the servant beside him, whispered a few words, but he didn't know what he ordered. The servant went out for a while, and when he came back, he held a brocade box in his arms.

Xie Chuyun opened it, and inside was a piece of bright yellow cloth used to write imperial edicts, and another jade seal. Wu Yong vaguely guessed what he was going to do, and obediently stepped forward to rub the cinnabar ink.

I saw Xie Chuyun picked up a pen and copied the imperial decree as it was, the handwriting was exactly the same, but changed the five characters "Ying Wang Zhao Qixing" into "Xin Wang Zhao Yuyu", and finally he stamped the seal on the bottom with a jade seal, blowing After drying, stuffed it into the jade tube as it was, and handed the things to Wu Yong.

"Take it back and put it in its place, when the old thing dies, you know what to say."

"Slave saves."

Wu Yong stuffed the jade tube into his arms and left in a low-key manner.

Xie Chuyun pulled the cloak that had slipped off, his slender knuckles looked pale against the black material for no reason, he clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, hesitating for a moment before entering the inner room.

Chen Yu was in a deep sleep, and his handsome and compelling appearance in the past was less aggressive now. Xie Chuyun half-kneeled beside the bed, leaned over slowly, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said in a serious voice,

"Your Highness will ascend the throne in the future, so don't let your slave down..."

He has great power in his hands, even if Chen Yuzhi has any bad intentions when he ascends the throne in the future, Xie Chuyun is not afraid. According to his previous rules, he can kill with a single sword, and it is not bad to help another puppet emperor ascend the throne...

But Xie Chuyun didn't want to do that.

Chen Yuzhi is a rare person who fits his eyes, doesn't hate him, and even likes him a little bit. If he kills him, is there another person in the world?

No, no more.

Xie Chuyun shook his head in his heart, that's all.

Chen Yu seemed to feel something while his eyes were sleepy. He raised his hand and groped to cover Xie Chuyun's face in the dark.

The palms are warm and the cheeks are slightly cool.

He asked confusedly,

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

Then he lowered his hands, hugged Xie Chuyun's waist and flipped over, and the two of them rolled into the bed.

Xie Chuyun quietly untied the cloak and threw it under the bed, as usual, with a soft voice,

"Well, I'm going to sleep now."

The emperor suffered from the wind last night, and the next day he was not well. His fever persisted and he kept talking nonsense. The imperial doctor injected needles and gave him medicine, but there was no sign of improvement. He woke up once in the middle, but Wu Yong passed on Call all the cabinet ministers into the palace.

This is to explain the funeral.

Chen Yuzhi and Qi Xing were waiting for illness in the palace, and he couldn't tell what it was like for a while, maybe he was used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, and his heart was more emotion and indifference.

The emperor has lived for such a long time and enjoyed such a long time of blessings. He is not suffering, but the suffering is for the people who will take over this mess.

Civil servants and military generals from all walks of life in the court, as long as they have some status, are waiting for orders outside the Qianyuan Hall. It is not appropriate to say that they are waiting for orders, they are just waiting for the news of the emperor's death.

Some of them were genuinely sad, some were fake, and most of them were ashamed. After all, they were veterans of the Jin Dynasty for many years. At first, they took refuge in Xie Chuyun to save their lives, and secondly, because the emperor was fatuous and unable to support him.

Among them, the military generals were bloody on the battlefield, the civil servants were poor for ten years, and they had the heart to serve the country with fists when they were young, but now they have all been wiped out.

Yesterday's weather was cold and cool, but today it was bright and sunny. Xie Chuyun raised his eyes to look at the sky, and was stunned by the scorching sun so that he burst into tears. Suddenly, he heard a loud exclamation in the hall, and turned and walked in. .

The emperor spat out blood just now, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were wide open, he looked like he was having difficulty breathing, his chest was like a bellows, he was panting heavily,

"All the imperial physicians have retired...Qixing...Lao Jiu...you...you come forward..."

Chen Yuzhi half-kneeled by the bed when he heard the words, and Qixing also knelt down silently.

"Old Jiu... I... I'm sorry..."

Facing Chen Yuzhi's puzzled eyes, the emperor said intermittently,

"Qixing is still young...wait for me for a hundred years...you...you have to help him..."

The implication is that the throne will be passed on to Qixing. Chen Yu has always thought that the emperor’s words are like farting these days. right?

But it's not a big deal, he's about to die, let him go smoothly, Chen Yuzhi was about to nod, when a soft voice came from outside,

"Your Majesty, why did you say that? You are the Son of Heaven, why bother to talk about life and death?"

Turning his head, it was Xie Chuyun standing outside, with his hands in his sleeves, walking step by step, passing by an imperial doctor, kicking him down without warning,

"What are you doing to eat? If you don't go to treat His Majesty, are you kneeling outside waiting for the duke to reward you?!"

The voice was harsh and harsh, the imperial physician who was kicked down by him hurriedly got up, raised his head to meet his gaze without any trace, and then kowtowed quickly,

"Damn the humble minister, let's go now, let's go now."

After speaking, a group of imperial doctors squeezed to the bed with the medicine box, Chen Yu stepped back to make room for them, quietly went to the outside room, whispered to Xie Chuyun,

"Brother Huang Yue Mo wants to pass the throne to Qi Xing."

Chen Yu didn't mean much when he said this, he just told him, but Xie Chuyun shook his head with a half-smile,

"Your Majesty has been sick for the past few days and is groggy, and his mind is also confused. Why do you believe whatever he says?"

After speaking, he patted him comfortingly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly,

"This throne must be yours."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, the most important thing is that people are good."

Chen Yu spoke bluntly, but his heart was empty. If he could not become emperor, he would have to be dispatched to the end of the world. Zombies roamed the streets, intestines spilled all over the place, and he ate his last meal without stopping. Thinking about this kind of life makes you bald .

Xie Chuyun was about to say something when suddenly there was a shocking howl in the hall.

"emperor!"

The head of the Supreme Hospital cried and crawled out on his knees,

"Duke, the emperor...he died!"

Both of them were shocked when they heard the words. The difference was that Xie Chuyun's shock was a surprise. He squinted his eyes and saw Wu Yong walking out of the cabinet.