Huangliang, fake capital.
Jing Zhaoyin could not remember the last time he stood in the meeting hall of the palace.
After the false capital became the companion capital and His Majesty Huang Liang became the companion emperor, this great palace located behind the Chu Palace became abandoned day by day.
Until later it became an equally deserted palace.
Only at certain important times will this hall reopen its dusty door.
Jing Zhaoyin then remembered that the last time he came here was when His Majesty the Emperor ascended the throne.
This old man, who is nearly sixty years old, probably never thought that he would be able to step into this hall again.
While standing on the long, cascading steps covered with white snow, he subconsciously looked back behind him.
It was a pity that there were no swordsmen following him, and they came in groups and chopped him into pieces.
Only the attendant of His Majesty who brought him followed not far behind.
The wind and snow in the false capital have become lighter.
But it still envelopes this land.
For a time, the old man felt that he might not be Huangliang's Jing Zhaoyin, but Lu Ming.
The buildings in the palace were neatly arranged in the wind and snow. Accompanying the emperor was only an insignificant position, so the entire palace was not well defended and was very deserted.
But Jing Zhaoyin smelled something unusual in the silence.
He looked at it in silence for a long time, and then turned around. In his hand was the jade tablet that he had rummaged through for a long time before finding it again. Although this stormy spring examination unilaterally initiated by Xuansheyuan was not over yet.
But Jing Zhaoyin's impeachment report based on the roster was submitted to the palace early this morning.
The next story is that I thought that His Majesty, who could only say good words, would soon approve a good word.
As a result, Jing Zhaoyin, who was waiting at home, received a handwritten letter to go to court.
The old man stood in the snow for a long time while reading the letter at home. Finally, at the urging of His Majesty's personal attendant, he realized what had happened. He hurried back to the mansion, prepared some things, and then hurried to the palace.
It must be that Jing Zhaoyin did have a good official reputation, and the attendant had noticed it since he was a child. Although he couldn't explain many things clearly, he still stopped when he was sent to the meeting hall and gave a cautious warning. .
"When your Excellency enters the palace later, be sure to remember not to address him as Your Majesty, but as King."
It was just this sentence. When Jing Zhaoyin asked again, the waiter just remained silent.
Everything seems very strange today.
So Jing Zhaoyin walked very slowly, holding the jade tablet in his hand, and walked up slowly. The door of the main hall was open, and the wind and snow were blowing diagonally into the hall.
Jing Zhaoyin stopped at the last few steps, stood there and arranged his spring clothes, and then walked uprightly, led by a guard who was already waiting outside the door, and walked in.
The long-awaited main hall may still retain the same appearance as when Jing Zhaoyin came in last time.
But today, Jing Zhaoyin did not dare to raise his head and look, not even the appearance of His Majesty. He just knelt down slowly and piously in the thin snow at the gate.
"Your Majesty, Ji Ruhui, pays homage to the King."
There was silence in the hall.
Jing Zhaoyin did not raise his head, but closed his eyes and bowed his head in the snow.
The hall seemed empty, and the chill of spring snow was constantly wrapping around Jing Zhaoyin.
It is naturally difficult for elderly people to bear the cold.
Not long after, Jing Zhaoyin's body began to tremble.
Together with such a sincere kneeling posture, they complement each other perfectly.
Perhaps because of this, His Majesty's voice sounded very happy.
"It turns out that Mr. Jing Zhaoqing's surname is Ji. Get up."
Jing Zhaoyin kowtowed slightly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
But when the old man raised his head, he froze there in astonishment. Half of his body seemed to be frozen, and he stood at the door of the hall with his knees half bent in a weird way.
A large and gorgeous imperial robe with black background and red trim was worn on the emperor who usually wore plain clothes. The somewhat bloated emperor sat quietly on the imperial chair in front of the palace. There was nothing funny about it. However, those slightly bulging bellies actually have a calm majesty in them.
Seeing the old man's appearance, the Emperor accompanied him with a slight smile and said, "Ji Qing thinks it's ridiculous that the lonely king looks like this?"
Jing Zhaoyin lowered his head in fear and said in a deep voice: "The king is majestic in all directions, and his subordinates were photographed by him. That's why I behaved so ugly. I hope you will forgive me."
The emperor smiled calmly and said, "It's okay, please ask Ji Qing to come forward."
Jing Zhaoyin held the wat and saluted.
There was no one else in the main hall. If Jing Zhaoyin followed the usual practice, it would be impossible for him to appear at the forefront of the palace discussion.
But now that things were in chaos in the false capital, and he was summoned alone, the boss still moved forward, and only stopped when he reached the position of the Nine Divisions.
The emperor just looked at Jing Zhaoyin with a slight smile.
"Some more, the lonely king has not seen the old man for a long time, and I want to see more clearly."
When Jing Zhaoyin heard the last sentence, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the jade tablet, and then walked forward in silence, stopping at the place where the third prince had been.
Further forward, there is a high platform on the same level as the emperor.
Only Zuo Cheng, the empress of Huang Liang, had stood there.
That was the time when all the ministers in the world were at their peak.
Zuo Cheng welcomed the empress to the capital and carried out the emperor's orders, intending to divide the imperial power.
Unfortunately, in the end, the empress found the person from the Demon Suppression Department, and she directly washed the court with blood and regained control of the artifact.
Jing Zhaoyin stood there, quietly lowering his head.
The court, with only one monarch and one minister, was naturally peaceful and strangely quiet.
The Emperor was sitting there, quietly flipping through a certain volume of documents in front of the case.
Jing Zhaoyin's handwriting is very neat.
However, Emperor Pei saw it very roughly.
It's like just flipping through it casually.
After hurriedly flipping through the pages, the imperial companion put the impeachment book aside, leaned back slightly on the emperor's chair and sat down, looking at the wind and snow outside the palace.
"The lonely king wants to re-establish the post of Ling Yin Zuo Tu. What does Ji Qing think?"
Only then did Jing Zhaoyin realize that even the title Ji Qing was extremely unusual.
Jing Zhaoyin is under the Nine Divisions, so naturally he cannot be called Qing.
It's just that in the ancient Chu period, there was never the position of Jing Zhaoyin, so Jing Zhaoyin was thought to be just a casual title for accompanying the emperor.
However, right now, it seems that is not the case.
Jing Zhaoyin knelt down under the stage and said in a throbbing voice.
"I dare not discuss this matter arbitrarily."
The emperor's smile faded, and his eyes fell on the frightened old man from the wind and snow. Whether he was pretending or real, at least he gave him a sufficient posture.
"Master Jing Zhaoyin is not a minister. The world only hears about Jing Zhaoyin but doesn't know about the matter of Jiu Si and the Solitary King. It has been a long time ago. Even the abolition of the ministers in the capital is in the hands of the master. How can I be the minister?" minister?"
The Emperor's expression was not cold.
In that calm tone, it sounded more sarcastic.
Jing Zhaoyin knelt there and said nothing.
As a result, His Majesty, who had been ignored by the world for a long time, finally began to look cold.
"Why don't you dare to raise your head to see me?"
Jing Zhaoyin knelt there and said softly: "I am ashamed of Your Majesty. I feel sad in my heart. I am ashamed to look at it, so I dare not raise my head."
"You don't dare to raise your head to see me, so you can raise your head to see the human world? Your Excellency, you didn't keep your head down when you came."
Jing Zhaoyin took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, and said in a deep voice: "I plan for the world, not for the king, so I can see the world, but I have no face to see your majesty."
As soon as these words came out.
The whole hall became cold.
But Emperor Pei actually laughed.
Jing Zhaoyin could only hear the joyful laughter, but could not tell his expression, and therefore did not know what the emperor was thinking.
"Yes, your Excellency has worked hard for Kyoto for a long time, for decades. If it weren't for some things that happened last year, I'm afraid your reputation would be even greater."
The emperor chuckled softly.
"Such a reputation is suitable for Ji Qing, who is a lonely king. What's more, since you are the Ji family, this matter is even more natural."
Jing Zhaoyin knelt in the hall and remained silent.
Two simple tokens were thrown down and landed in front of Jing Zhaoyin.
One piece is engraved with the ancient Chu text Ling Yin, and the other piece is engraved with Zuo Tu.
"Ling Yin or Zuo Tu, Ji Qing can choose one by himself."
Jing Zhaoyin looked at Gu Ling in front of him in silence.
Both of them are naturally extremely human beings.
Compared with Jing Zhaoyin, his status is naturally very different.
only.
One minister does not serve two dynasties.
Don't plan for two things.
Jing Zhaoyin let go of the jade wat in his hand, pressed his hands on the dark and cold jade of the meeting hall, and kowtowed again.
"I am an old man. I beg for mercy and return to my hometown to collect my bones."
The atmosphere in the palace became cold again.
This old man, who had lived in the holiday capital for decades, chose another path between Ling Yin and Zuo Tu.
After a long time, the emperor stood up, walked off the stage in person, helped Jing Zhaoyin up, and said with a smile: "My lord, you don't have to be like this, it was just a joke of the lonely king."
Jing Zhaoyin stood there calmly and said softly: "I am scared."
"Since your lord is unwilling, then the matter will naturally be dropped."
The emperor bent down, picked up the two ancient tokens, put them in his hands and rubbed them.
Then he walked slowly to the entrance of the main hall, stood in the wind and snow that flew into the hall, and said softly: "Your Excellency, you have worked so hard to plan for the world. Naturally, the lonely king understands that it is only a matter of the Nine Divisions, so you cannot act rashly. Please come back, Your Excellency." .”
Jing Zhaoyin knelt down and kowtowed again in the palace, and said softly: "I leave."
The emperor nodded calmly.
The old man picked up the jade tablet and headed outside the palace. In the wind and snow, he slowly walked down the steps with more white heads on top of his white heads.
After a long time, the imperial companion stretched the ancient order in his hand to the side.
"Since he doesn't want to, then you can do it."
Someone walked out from the shadows of the main hall. It had been a long time since the world had known this Lord Fengchang, who was older than Jing Zhaoyin.
Maybe when you see him on the road, you just think he is an old man from a wealthy family.
Lord Fengchang, who was nearly seventy years old, had a solemn expression as he accepted the Ling Yin Order, which represented the highest ministerial authority in ancient Chu.
"Don't make any mistakes when it comes to the Taiyi Spring Festival."
The emperor's voice was very calm.
The emperor standing in the wind and snow had majesty for the first time.
When he began to awaken some desires and ambitions with the support of the goddess.
Naturally, the King of Chu does not necessarily have to be named Xiong.
The surname Lan is also acceptable.
"I understand."
The sound in the hall fell silent again.
The old man who was slowly walking down the steps in the wind and snow in the distance walked for a long time. When he was about to leave those long steps, he finally looked back at the main hall behind him.
Maybe I shouldn't look there.
But ahead, the ancient Chu King's Palace that he had passed by when he came here.
The place that was once used as a resting place for the three companies and nine companies while waiting to go to court may be the real court in this land from now on.
The sky has changed.
The old man stood silently in the snow.
And he was just a poor man who was framed.
...
Liu Chunfeng was watching the snow on the streets of the world when he received the news that the old man, who was dressed in snow and wind, brought back from the palace.
Already thirty years old, the youthful young man he once was, after the Minghefang Incident and the Xuansheyuan Incident, he seems to have become somewhat proud again.
After finishing a bowl of noodles at a roadside restaurant, I walked briskly down the long street holding an umbrella.
Then he met the old man who walked out of the palace with a solemn look. Although he was already a little old, he was still hurried.
The boss was worried. Dean Yushan called him several times under the umbrella, but he didn't respond until Liu Chunfeng pulled the boss's sleeves that were stained with wind and snow.
Jingzhao Yincai came back to his senses as if awakening from a dream, and looked at the puzzling dean of the academy under the umbrella on the street.
"What's wrong, sir?"
Liu Chunfeng grabbed Jing Zhaoyin, held his umbrella and bowed again, then frowned at the old man and asked.
Jing Zhaoyin walked to the street eaves, looked up at the snow, and sighed for a long time.
"The palace has changed."
Jing Zhaoyin just said this.
Then Liu Chunfeng realized something, frowned and looked at the old man and said, "What did your Majesty say?"
"His Majesty?"
Jing Zhaoyin laughed self-deprecatingly, then shook his head and said, "We should call him the king, the king."
"Your Majesty" was the title of the later emperor, and "Your Majesty" was the title of the ancient Chu ministers to the king.
Liu Chunfeng stood there in a daze.
Yes, he thought about many possibilities.
For example, if he dies, Xuansheyuan will be controlled by turbulence. For example, Jing Zhaoyin will not submit the roster until his death.
Many surprises are included.
But they never thought that their Emperor's Majesty actually had ambitions.
He originally thought that such things should have been completely destroyed by the deaths of generations of emperors with the surname Lan.
Then he remembered the name Wuguishen Cult again.
Yes.
The Wuguishen Sect is not the sect that was rumored in later generations.
It is another name for the land of Gu Chu.
The goddess has returned, so she will naturally side with King Chu.
Such temptation.
Even if it is His Majesty who has been promised to accompany the emperor for countless years, it is naturally difficult to resist the temptation.
When did the problem start?
Liu Chunfeng stood under the umbrella, silently watching the southern snow that was still falling with the old man beside him.
Then I thought of a certain key node.
Yes, the autumn water flows down the cliff.
He was naturally aware of the goddess's departure from the false capital.
So what kind of conversations had taken place on the high platform of Wushan in the Yunmeng Daze that would have made the emperor, who was still afraid of Huaian, change his mind?
Naturally, Liu Chunfeng would not know about the flaws in such a sword that could never be pulled out by Qiu Shui.
So he fell into a blank silence.
My thoughts are like the flying snow falling under the sky.
"I can't understand it."
Liu Chunfeng said softly.
The old man said slowly: "But we must admit that the story of Dafeng Chunkao and Minghefang has become a joke."
Liu Chunfeng smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Yes."
Yes.
That's a joke.
Even if Liu Chunfeng is on vacation, no matter how good his reputation is or how high his level of attainment is.
After all, he is not someone who accompanies the capital to court.
Just the dean of an academy.
Gale Chun Kao is a sword used to break through those obstacles.
It was also Liu Chunfeng's help to intervene in the affairs of the court.
However, when His Majesty, or rather the King, calmly rejected the list.
All stories are useless.
"No matter how comfortable and useless your Majesty is, after all, he is Huang Liang's Majesty." Liu Chunfeng said softly, "I am too self-righteous."
The king's power cannot be violated, and the king's heart cannot be measured.
This principle has been forgotten by Huangliang people for too long.
After Liu Chunfeng felt sad for a long time, he calmed down.
Jing Zhaoyin on the side looked at the change in expression on the face of this thirty-year-old, still relatively young man, as if he had realized something.
"The previous matter was indeed a thank you to your lord."
Liu Chunfeng turned around and saluted Jing Zhaoyin again, and then looked calmly towards the long street of the world.
"For the rest of the story, adults can have a good rest."
Jing Zhaoyin frowned and looked at Liu Chunfeng.
"What's the meaning?"
Liu Chunfeng said calmly.
"My lord, you need to protect yourself next time. Kyoto may be very chaotic. Sometimes, Xuansheyuan may not be able to take care of you."
Jing Zhaoyin looked at Liu Chunfeng who was calm and indifferent, but there was a look of horror on his face.
"What does Xuanxuyuan want to do?"
Liu Chunfeng said softly: "If you can't enter the court with literature, then you can only enter the court with chaos."
Xuexuyuan conquers the world with culture, but naturally it does not mean that it only conquers the world with culture.
After all, Wenhua Academy is only one of the three main courtyards.
Whether it is Qing Niu Yuan or Wugui Yuan, even though the Xuanxu Yuan in the world has just experienced a great chaos and a purge, it is still an extremely powerful force.
Jing Zhaoyin said in a daze: "You want to..."
Liu Chunfeng said softly: "Yes, as your Excellency thought, Xuansheyuan will take over Kyoto."
Jing Zhaoyin was covered in wind and snow and stood there trembling.
After a long time, the boss calmed down a little and said in a low voice: "Do you know that if all the Xuanxuyuan in the world step into the false capital together, the man on the high building may no longer sit and watch."
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "I know, but do you think that everything Xuanxuyuan has done so far is just against our useless and ambitious Majesty?"
Jing Zhaoyin was silent.
"It is also ridiculous to have the ambition to shock the world without the ability of Emperor Huai'an."
Liu Chunfeng turned to look in the direction of the palace city in the wind and snow, and said in a deep voice: "So no matter your majesty or your king, our target has always been our goddess."
"This is just a moth flying to the flame in order to die."
The old man stood in the wind and snow and said slowly.
"But dear Lord Ji."
Liu Chunfeng looked at the world calmly.
"If no one stands up and dies first, there will never be anyone in the world who stands up."
Yushan, the fake capital, said calmly.
"I like Emperor Huai's words very much now."
"There is no limit to life, but you dare not go there unless you die, and you dare not come unless you die."
