Raiders of the Villainous Emperor[Transmigration Book]

"Is something wrong with the Concubine Hong?" Zhang Zhihui shut the book abruptly.

"That's right, miss. They said they were trying to save the emperor, but there was an accident and they fell off a cliff." The servant girl said softly.

"Didn't you say to go to the imperial mausoleum to worship? How could such a big incident happen?" Zhang Zhihui still couldn't believe that such a thing would actually happen.

"Miss, it's not just the Hongfei Empress who has an accident this time." The servant girl's entire face was wrinkled.

Zhang Zhihui looked at the servant girl's appearance and wanted to ask again, but someone hurried over from outside the door.

"Miss, miss, the master called you over, saying that he has something important to discuss."

"It's here!"

Zhang Zhihui hurriedly put down the things in her hands, grabbed her clothes with both hands, and walked quickly to the front hall.

Prime Minister Zhang paced back and forth in the front hall, whether it was his movements or his expression, it could be seen that he was very irritable at this time.

"Father, what happened?" Zhang Zhihui rushed to grab Prime Minister Zhang's arm.

Prime Minister Zhang sighed: "Daughter, it's messed up, it's completely messed up, the emperor is furious, I'm afraid many people will suffer, you think about it, when you were with Prince Ping's son in the past, did you take anything from him?"

"Prince Prince Ping? What does this have to do with Prince Ping's son?" Zhang Zhihui asked in a trembling voice.

"You just said, did you take anything belonging to Prince Ping?" Prime Minister Zhang asked carefully.

"No, father, my daughter didn't take anything from Prince Wang." Zhang Zhihui shook her head hastily.

"That's good, that's good," Prime Minister Zhang heaved a sigh of relief, held Zhang Zhihui's wrist tightly, looked at her seriously, and slammed down a heavy hammer, "Daughter, King Ping and King Yi have turned against each other."

Zhang Zhihui staggered: "How could it be? Didn't they always have a bad relationship? How could it be...?"

"It's not all at the same time. King Ping and King Yi rebelled one after another, and King Yi only rebelled after King Ping was arrested," Prime Minister Zhang said with a sullen face, "The emperor was furious, so he ordered people to pull out King Yi's tongue on the spot, and killed all The prince is under control."

Zhang Zhihui didn't have time to think about Murong Xin's matter, she just looked at Prime Minister Zhang in shock: "Father, is the emperor taking his anger out on you?"

Prime Minister Zhang took a deep breath: "Your Majesty said before that he wanted to make Concubine Hong his queen, so he must really like it. It is said that on the way to the imperial mausoleum, King Zhi and Li Wang just said a few words too much before being ordered by the Emperor." They broke their legs, and now Concubine Hong has an accident, her life and death are unknown, how can the emperor not get angry?"

"Just don't know? Dad, is it possible..." Zhang Zhihui still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Impossible," Prime Minister Zhang closed his eyes and shook his head. "The reason for the unknown life and death is that the body has not been found yet. In fact, the cliff outside the imperial mausoleum is unfathomable. Unless Da Luo Jinxian is reincarnated, there is absolutely no possibility of survival."

"Then the emperor?" Zhang Zhihui couldn't help asking.

"The news came from the imperial mausoleum. The emperor ordered people to go down to the bottom of the cliff. No matter what, they must find the body of the red concubine. If they can't find it, they are not allowed to come back alive. It's just that the cliff is so big that it needs to be buried under such a huge cliff. How difficult is it to find a small corpse at the bottom?!" Prime Minister Zhang sighed heavily.

Zhang Zhihui gritted her teeth: "Father, what about you?"

Prime Minister Zhang shook his head: "It has been a whole day and night since Hongfei's accident, and the emperor has been restless, so his body must be unable to hold on. I have discussed with several ministers in the court, and we will go to the imperial mausoleum together , no matter what, we must persuade the emperor to come back, and put the country's affairs first."

As he said that, Prime Minister Zhang held Zhang Zhihui's hand and told him carefully: "After father leaves, take someone to search carefully in the prime minister's mansion. Nothing related to Murong Xin must appear, even if it is not from him. As long as it can be associated with him, it must not be kept in the mansion and must be destroyed."

"Father?" Zhang Zhihui felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hui'er, the emperor really got angry this time, and now he's completely focused on the corpse of the concubine Hong, and he can't tell what to do in Beijing. Daddy, for the sake of the Zhang family, don't let Daddy worry about you anymore." Prime Minister Zhang painstakingly persuaded him.

"Got it, Dad," Zhang Zhihui wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Dad, don't worry, my daughter will definitely arrange the family properly, and will never let anyone find out anything related to Murong Xin, even for the sake of the Zhang family. , my daughter will never be willful."

"Good, good, good," Zhang Cheng said three "good" words in succession, raised his hand and landed on Zhang Zhihui's shoulder, "There is no need to think about other things, just be yourself."

Zhang Zhihui lowered her head, she was so cautious now, how could she be herself?

But what if you don't compromise?

Suddenly, the red figure came to her mind.

pity……

"My lord, your lords are already waiting outside the door, you should leave quickly, all your lords are urging you."

"Come on." Prime Minister Zhang said, and only had time to pat Zhang Zhihui on the shoulder before turning around and walking away.

Imperial Mausoleum Canglan Pavilion.

"Your Majesty...or else..."

Murong Qi's icy gaze swept over him, causing the other party to tremble in fright, and quickly shut his mouth.

At this time, a whole day had passed since the fall of Concubine Hong, the sky changed from dark to light, and then from light to dark, the guards searched below, but Murong Qi was standing on the edge of the cliff, no one could persuade him.

For a day and a night, Murong Qi didn't touch a drop of water, but the eunuchs and maids waiting around couldn't bear to eat, but they didn't dare to eat in front of Murong Qi openly, so they could only quietly eat a few bites when changing shifts , Simply fill your stomach.

Like Murong Qi, there is Ruyi who is not touched by dripping water.

Ever since Si Jin accidentally fell, she has been sitting on her knees, as if she has lost her soul.

Seeing that no one could talk to Murong Qi, the eunuch who was following Murong Qi fixed his eyes on Ruyi from afar, and called someone to come over and give some instructions in a low voice.

The little palace maid listened, nodded quickly, quietly walked to Ruyi's side, also knelt down beside her, and whispered: "Sister Ruyi, help persuade the emperor."

"You are the maid of honor who stays with the Red Concubine. If something happened to the Red Concubine, you must be very sad. You don't care about other things. It's just that the emperor is a golden dragon, and he shoulders the responsibility of the world. If he doesn't eat or drink like this, I'm afraid his body won't be able to sustain it." live."

"Sister Ruyi, please persuade the emperor, even if it is to let the emperor eat and drink a little bit, please."

Ruyi turned her head, because she hadn't eaten or drank for a long time, her lips turned white, and she completely lost her spirit.

"Sister Ruyi?" the little palace maid exclaimed happily.

Ruyi raised her hand: "Help me up."

"Yes." The little maid quickly supported Ruyi.

Seeing that the little palace maid actually talked to Ruyi, the eunuch was overjoyed, and quickly cupped his hands towards Ruyi, pointing at Murong Qi, hoping that Ruyi could really convince Murong Qi.

Ruyi nodded with a pale face, and walked slowly to Murong Qi's side.

"Your majesty, if the empress is here, she definitely doesn't want to see the emperor like this."

Murong Qi remained silent.

Ruyi exhaled slowly, closed her eyes and opened them again, suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart, but the resentment in her heart was too heavy, no matter how hard she tried, she only suppressed part of it, and finally blurted out what she shouldn't have said: "Actually The servant girl is also very angry, why can't the emperor give the empress a little more trust when the empress is still there?"

Murong Qi glanced over coldly.

Ruyi immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "This servant made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Murong Qi turned his head, his voice hoarse: "Will he...will hate me?"

Ruyi's lips trembled slightly: "The servant does not know, and no one can guess what the empress is thinking."

"Yeah, I can't figure it out, even I can't figure out his thoughts." Murong Qi said softly, his voice was ethereal, falling into people's ears, as if it was just a gust of wind.

After that, Murong Qi didn't speak out again.

As for Ruyi, she just knelt in a different place.

The only difference is that she is no longer looking out of the cliff, but has been staring at the red cloak in front of her.

"Take the red one, His Majesty seems to prefer red."

Before leaving the palace, he had said so.

Only now, the red cloak was stained with black stains.

It was Murong Qi's blood that stained the cloak, dried up and stained the cloak.

Ruyi can't figure out why things have become like this. If there is no worship at the imperial tomb, will nothing happen?

But this so-called imperial mausoleum worship is just a game.

Ruyi gripped her heart.

If she could have told the empress that the late emperor was still alive, would things have been different?

……

It was another night, Murong Qi didn't sleep, didn't rest, didn't eat or drink, and stood for another whole night.

At noon, the ministers who came from the capital finally arrived.

The ministers had no time to rest, so they went to the edge of the cliff and knelt down to beg.

"Please think twice, Your Majesty."

"Please, Your Majesty, think more about the people of Liming."

"Your Majesty... please go back to the palace!"

……

After the ministers, came the soldiers specially brought by the ministers this time.

"Your Majesty, please return to the palace. I will surely live up to my trust and bring Hongfei Empress back to the capital."

"Please return to the palace, Your Majesty!"

Murong Qi's eyes were red, and he stared at everyone fiercely: "Even you are forcing me?!"

Murong Qi: "Come here!!!"

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, King Ping and Yi Wang rebelled, and the red concubine was killed. This matter must not be forgiven. I implore the Emperor to return to the palace to preside over the overall situation. Can't forgive!"

Murong Qi looked at him coldly.

After a long time, he suddenly snorted coldly: "Go back to the palace!"

Everyone was overjoyed and looked at Prime Minister Zhang with excited eyes.

The same thought flashed through my mind.

As expected of Prime Minister Zhang!

"Get up and drive back to the palace—"

***

Habitat Wu Palace.

Murong Qi stayed by Si Jin's bed for a long time.

"I've never seen someone so afraid of the cold like you."

"Lazy and shameless, what's the matter with you?"

"The things I made are novel and delicious."

"I haven't told you, right? The people in the imperial dining room are afraid of you, afraid that you will come up with some weird things someday."

"Concubines in the harem, only you dare to be lawless against me."

"You are so smart, why can't you feel my mood?"

"You still want to push me to other concubines, do you know how angry I was? How can there be someone like you? How can there be someone like you in this world? I'm just angry, why can't I be angry? ?”

……

Murong Qi sat beside the bed, talking in a low voice, as if someone was right in front of him.

"Your majesty, this is all written by the empress before she was alive. Some of the slaves didn't even read it carefully." Ruyi said in a low voice. In favor of "Red Concubine", even if it is a daily report, it is not very serious.

Murong Qi didn't bother to care about these things at this time, he directly took a stack of words from Ruyi's hand, and looked down one by one with his head down.

"Among the colorful clouds of Chaoci Baidi, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day."

"Sunshine censer emits purple smoke, watching waterfalls hanging from Qianchuan in the distance."

"The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward."

"The golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars."

……

Each one is in the correct order of the poems.

Murong Qi laughed dumbfounded: "I thought you could only recite those upside-down poems."

After looking at a few more pictures, Murong Qi saw what he said not long ago, "upside down".

For example, "There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

Another example is "The scenery is not the same as the four seasons, and the capital moves when the flowers bloom."

……

Murong Qi continued to look at the next ones, as if he saw that person sitting in front of him, holding a pen and writing earnestly.

Open another one.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, the poor scholar. The deserted house in the countryside, the beauty is stunning. But the beauty is Erlang!"

Murong Qi's hand landed on the word "Er Lang", and he unexpectedly thought of that smiling face in his mind.

Whether it's a fake smile or a real smile, that person's smile will always move him.

Murong Qi recalled it for a long time, then looked down at the next picture.

Almost as soon as the "Poem of Beauty" was revealed, Murong Qi's gaze was fixed, and even the "Poem of Beauty" that should be the most important in his hand floated to the ground.

The next piece of paper in "Beauty's Poem" is not a poem, nor a song, but only three words.

"Murong Qi."

Murong Qi tightly held the stack of papers in his hand, got up and ran outside.

In just a few breaths, he has arrived at Weiyang Palace.

"Get out! Get out! No one is allowed to come in!"

Murong Qi roared angrily, and ran into the study room of Weiyang Palace alone.

"Disciple Gui, where is Di Zi Gui? Disciple Gui!"

After a long time, Murong Qi finally pulled out a copy of "Disciple Regulations" from a pile of books.

Opening the "Guidelines for Disciples", the paper caught in the book floated down.

Murong Qi slumped and knelt on the ground, in front of him were two almost identical pieces of paper with the same words written on them.

Not everyone can enter Weiyang Palace, not to mention the study room of Weiyang Palace, which is himself. If he hadn't accidentally found out the "Disciple Regulations" before, he would never have thought that when he was a child, he would write "Murong Qi" on it. "The paper clip is here.

The man wrote it a thousand times, except for this one, the rest...

Murong Qi suddenly remembered something, packed up all the things on the ground, and ran out again, but this time he went to a very remote place in the palace.

That was the residence where he used to live when he was the sixth prince.

The palace has not been repaired since it caught fire, and the traces of the fire still exist today.

If no one repairs it, no one will live in it. The weeds in the palace are already as high as a person, and it is almost completely deserted.

Murong Qi pushed aside the weeds and walked quickly into the palace.

The place where the fire started was right next to the study, the fire spread and burned the whole study, he put it in the study randomly, and the paper with "Murong Qi" was naturally turned into ashes.

Murong Qi stood blankly in front of the desolation.

There are some things that he can't forget if he wants to. He thought he didn't care about what happened 12 years ago, but now standing here, those experiences seem to be yesterday, vividly in his mind.

Suddenly, a voice came from Murong Qi's ear.

"Your Majesty is too tall, why did you suddenly become so tall?"

"Obviously a small one, very cute, I even drew it, very cute."

"I really drew it. I drew a lot. I can't let you see it, Xiaotuanzi, Baozilian."

He looked around quickly, but he didn't see anyone, and then he remembered that the person was gone.

As for those words...

When did he say it?

Murong Qi closed his eyes, tried hard to recall the occasion when these words appeared, tried hard to recall what happened at that time.

The only drunk he ever saw.

Murong Qi suddenly opened his eyes, quickly walked to the other side, came to a room, and pushed the door open with all his might.

The house that no one lived in for more than ten years was full of dust, but he ignored it and continued to walk inside.

The guards following Murong Qi stood outside the door, neither entering nor exiting, and finally looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Murong Qi searched the house earnestly, and he didn't know how long he searched for it. It was not until the candlelight outside was lit that he finally saw a strange mark on the bedside.

He carefully blew off the dust on the head of the bed. If he couldn't blow it off, he just reached out and wiped it off until the cracks between the bricks gradually became obvious.

Murong Qi's heart beat faster, he didn't even know what he was feeling inside, he just carefully pulled out this obviously wrong brick bit by bit.

When the brick was completely pulled out, Murong Qi leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, he saw an obvious stack of papers inside.

I don't know what method has been used to deal with the space inside. Even though it has been more than ten years, the paper inside has only changed from white to yellow, and the rest is completely intact and undamaged.

Murong Qi carefully pulled out the paper, and after getting it in his hand, he felt that his palm was too dirty, so he clenched his fist and put the paper on his fist, spreading it carefully with his fingertips.

Even though the villain in the painting is very strange, he can still tell that this is him, the him when he was a child.

"how is this possible……"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the paper with "Murong Qi" written on one side fell to the ground.

Murong Qi looked over and was about to pick it up, but accidentally saw the verses under "Murong Qi".

"Your question is that there is no date for returning, so why meet each other before?"

……

After a long time, Murong Qi raised his hand, and his fingers landed on this "miscellaneous" poem.

A bit of dust fell from the fingertips and happened to land on "Acquaintance".

"You will come back, I... wait for you to come back."

Volume Three