"Ah? Is there still something like this?" The old queen mother opened her eyes like a little girl at this time, lying on the table looking at Zhao Yizhi, listening to him tell some strange things about future generations.
Zhao Yizhi also slowly relaxed from the initial nervousness and talked about his world. From the Xuanwumen Incident to the Anshi Rebellion, to the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Queen Mother would clenched her hands when she heard something tense, with a look of anticipation.
Zhao Yizhi spoke very quickly and in detail. When the moon rose outside the palace, Zhao Yizhi finished telling the whole story of the original history.
"Oh, what a wonderful world...Old lady, I have fasted and chanted Buddha's name for three years. It was worth it." The old queen smacked her mouth, still not satisfied.
Zhao Yi looked at the old queen and asked hesitantly: "I don't know...how do you know...I'm not..."
"Hey, can I not recognize my son? If my son is half as good as yours, I will be grateful. When Chen Song sent someone to my palace to announce the good news, saying that the emperor was resurrected from the dead, I thought he had eaten a leopard. How dare you, you want to play tricks on me, an old woman. Hahahahaha," the old queen said lightly.
Zhao Yizhi found that he and the Queen Mother had finished talking about the future. He felt relaxed. He stood up and saluted: "I will give up my throne early tomorrow morning and ask the Queen Mother to choose a virtuous person. But... I am penniless..."
The old queen mother shook her head: "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about! Where can anyone be more suitable than you? Although I have been living in the harem, I am not ignorant of the outside world! Then Li Changwen should be killed! Nanhuai should also be closed ! You have always done a good job, including the one called Xiao Dao, who is indeed capable!"
"Queen Mother..." Zhao Yizhi was a little confused.
The old Queen Mother smiled and said: "Do you think I am very reasonable and not one of those old-fashioned people?"
Zhao Yizhi nodded blankly.
"I told you at the birthday banquet that day that if you have anything on your mind, just tell me. If you wait, you won't come. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva gave me a dream last night, saying that you must come today, otherwise I, I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait!” The old queen seemed particularly happy today, smiling all the time.
Zhao Yi stared at the smiling old lady, and suddenly thought of his mother. She was not as old as the old lady, but the words on her lips were "talk to mom", which was exactly the same as at this time. Zhao Yizhi felt a surge of sadness in his heart, fell to his knees, hugged the old queen's legs and cried loudly: "Mom!"
The old queen mother was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Mom? This one is better, this one is better, it sounds much kinder than 'mother'. If you have anything to say, tell mom!"
"The child is... incompetent, and this is a disaster... for the common people!" Zhao Yizhi said with choked sobs.
The old queen mother held Zhao Yizhi's face and smiled: "Then if you choose again, what would you choose?"
Zhao Yizhi thought of He Yue'er with his sword drawn across his neck, and of the wedding day, Yi Xiaodao who was smiling happily and bowing to him in silence. He knew that even if he was elected again, he would still let Ge Cifeng go.
"Everything in this world has a certain fate. If you choose again and it still happens like this, it's not your fault, but the fate of the people. What you have to do is to do your best. Ability to eliminate this calamity. No matter what happens, the loss must be minimized. If there is really no other way, then forget it and do whatever you want!" The old lady shook her head like a rattle.
"But... the disaster happened because of me after all." Zhao Yizhi stopped crying.
"How can you say it's because of you? Let me tell you, it's because of our ancestors, because of the world, and because of the way of heaven! Forget it, my old lady can't explain anything. You have been a human being for two generations. , you know more than me. If you think about it slowly, you will eventually figure it out." The old queen helped Zhao Yizhi up, yawned and said, "I'm really tired. You should go and have a rest earlier. Remember, there are Whatever happens, I often come here to walk around Ci Xing Palace."
"I understand." Zhao Yizhi nodded.
"I! Say, I understand! You are the emperor of Daqi!" The old queen mother suddenly roared, her expression serious.
Zhao Yizhi was a little stunned and murmured: "I...I understand..."
The old queen mother then turned her anger into joy: "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you will be the emperor of Daqi forever! Okay, you are such a big man, don't cry and cry, go ahead."
Zhao Yizhi fell to the ground again, kowtowed respectfully, got up and left Ci Xing Palace. The old queen mother was alone, turning around and staring at the portrait of the late emperor. Just now she was shouting that she was sleepy, but now her eyes were like stars...
Early the next morning, while Zhao Yizhi was still in confusion, he heard the palace people outside running around and shouting.
"General Manager Wang? General Manager Wang? Someone's here! What happened?" Zhao Yizhi got up, dressed in pure white clothes, and asked.
A young eunuch rushed in hurriedly, accidentally falling and turning over: "Qi...Qi, Your Majesty, the Queen Mother...the Queen Mother...passed away last night..."
Zhao Yizhi's mind was at a loss and he stood blankly for a while: "What? Who? The Queen Mother passed away..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yizhi felt a splitting headache, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.
When Zhao Yizhi woke up again, Wang Zhenliang stood aside and helped Zhao Yizhi up. Zhao Yizhi turned to look at him and saw that he was wearing a white scarf and hemp.
"Hel me up, I'm going to see the Queen Mother!" Zhao Yizhi struggled to get up.
Wang Zhenliang supported the trembling Zhao Yizhi and persuaded: "Your Majesty, the dragon body is the most important thing! My condolences!"
"Help me up...! Ah..." Zhao Yizhi shouted angrily, feeling dizzy again with a headache. Wang Zhenliang quickly helped Zhao Yizhi back to the bed and lay down.
Zhao Yizhi once again felt a splitting headache. Different from the past, this time the headache felt like something was coming out of his mind. It was both painful and swollen.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Your Majesty, hurry up! Call the imperial doctor!" Looking at Zhao Yizhi rolling all over the bed, Wang Zhenliang panicked and was at a loss.
Zhao Yizhi got off the bed, reached for the table and said: "Water, give me water..."
Wang Zhenliang quickly ran to the table and poured water for Zhao Yizhi.
"A pot!"
Wang Zhenliang trembled with fright and came to Zhao Yizhi carrying the teapot. Zhao Yizhi grabbed the teapot, opened the lid, and poured the water in the pot over his head.
The water vapor filled the air, and Zhao Yizhi's pain disappeared immediately. A sense of clarity came over him, and everything around him became extremely clear. Even the snowflakes falling outside and the dust kicked up by his footsteps were all clear to Zhao Yizhi. Chu.
"The consciousness...is back?" Zhao Yizhi was a little happy, but his joy was quickly dispersed by the footsteps outside.
"Mom..." Zhao Yizhi got up from the ground, not paying attention to the teapot in his hand, and took it out and fell to the ground.
The falling process of the teapot was very slow in Zhao Yizhi's eyes, but Zhao Yizhi reached out to grab it, but was too late. He was a step too slow, and the teapot left his hand and fell to the ground.
"Oops!" Zhao Yizhi's heart tightened. Although he was the emperor now and a teapot was nothing, he still instinctively wanted to save it.
The teapot fell to the ground, but it didn't break. To be precise, it didn't fall to the ground...
The teapot was less than half an inch off the ground and stopped!
Zhao Yizhi bent down and grabbed the teapot, looking at the teapot, feeling very puzzled.
Zhao Yi held the teapot flat, let go, and the teapot fell straight to the ground. Zhao Yizhi's mind moved, and the falling speed of the teapot immediately slowed down. Not only did it not fall, but it flew up staggeringly, and finally fell into Zhao Yizhi's hands.
Zhao Yizhi's heart was surging. This was exactly what he had in mind, but he didn't expect it to actually come true! Zhao Yizhi in later generations is no stranger to this. This is the power of telepathy. As long as he has this ability, he will be invincible. I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and countless thoughts came to me at once.
After being happy for a long time, Zhao Yizhi finally realized that there was Wang Zhenliang standing next to him. Turning around and looking, Wang Zhenliang was standing respectfully by the door, with his hands in his sleeves, his waist bent, his head lowered, motionless, like a wooden man.
"You... take a look..." Zhao Yizhi asked hesitantly.
Wang Zhenliang lowered his eyelids and replied honestly: "I saw nothing and heard nothing. I have been guarding His Majesty here, waiting for His Majesty to wake up."
"Thank you..." Zhao Yizhi thanked him. He knew that Wang Zhenliang had seen everything.
"Your Majesty, do you want to go see the Queen Mother?" Wang Zhenliang came closer, regained his usual humility, and asked in a low voice.
Hearing Wang Zhenliang mention the Queen Mother, Zhao Yizhi felt uncomfortable and immediately strode towards Cixing Palace, with Wang Zhenliang following closely behind.
In Cixing Palace, the floor was full of eunuchs and maids, and many old ministers came from outside the palace to kneel down outside Cixing Palace. When everyone saw Zhao Yizhi coming, they all lowered their bodies as a courtesy.
"The Queen Mother passed away...Veteran ministers came here specially...to see off the Queen Mother...There are rules for funerals in the harem, and ministers can enter and exit the harem...I hope your majesty...forgive me." A rather old official, whose official uniform had long faded, trembled. He said tremblingly. These veterans had not been involved in government affairs for many years. They had only heard that the young emperor was dissolute and extravagant. They were afraid of the consequences of seeing them get into trouble and make His Majesty angry, so they hurriedly explained.
Zhao Yizhi looked the old official up and down. Although he didn't know him, but seeing the trembling appearance of the old official, he felt sad in his heart and said loudly: "There is no need to kneel down to give a seat to someone who is seventy years old."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!" Everyone hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Ah... where is the person? The Queen Mother... the old minister... is late..." came a cry, and another old minister came, supported by two young eunuchs, and walked eagerly to Ci Xing Palace.
Zhao Yizhi looked at the person coming and did not dare to be negligent. He quickly stepped forward and persuaded: "Qian Taibao, why bother to come here? You are a veteran of three dynasties. You are an important weapon of the country. You can rest at home and rest in peace. My condolences, be careful." Body." Zhao Yizhi himself had not even seen the Queen Mother in person, but he comforted others first.
This veteran minister's name was Qian Zhen, and he was a Taibao official. He was a veteran minister of the three dynasties of Daqi, but Zhao Yizhi's dynasty was really dead in name only. When Zhao Yizhi took office, Qian Zhen retired and returned to his hometown at the age of seventy-nine, no longer involved in government affairs. Strictly speaking, he should be a veteran of two dynasties. But no one dares to question his qualifications in the government.
As soon as Qian Zhen saw Zhao Yizhi, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Old minister, I kowtow to... the late emperor! Late emperor, old minister... is guilty! My little... Your Majesty has been extravagant and wasteful... government affairs, old minister... old minister is really... powerless! I heard Then yesterday...with six palace daughters..."
Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he shook his sleeves. Well, his polite words were wasted and he was completely confused.
When the "old fool" saw Zhao Yizhi flinging his sleeves and leaving, he looked at the portrait of the late emperor in Cixing Palace and shed two lines of tears...
