The prince, who was pushed to the throne like a puppet because of his father's death, was still in a state of confusion.
But memorials from all over the country were already piled up on the table.
These were basically sent by vassal kings from various places. On the surface, they were asking the emperor whether he could go to the capital to "perform filial piety" and mourn the deceased emperor.
In fact, it's just a notification at all. They didn't need the emperor's permission at all, and they came together with unforeseen intentions.
A creak.
The door of the main hall was pushed open.
A middle-aged man with a mouse beard rolled his eyes, walked slowly from outside the hall, and walked in cautiously.
He raised his head slightly and called out a few times in a low voice: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Zhou Xi, who had ascended the throne as emperor, turned around blankly. He was still in an unreal feeling at this time.
Wearing a dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair, surrounded by everything familiar.
Therefore, he even just thought that his father who doted on him just went to patrol outside the palace and left him in the palace to supervise the country.
That heart-wrenching feeling still lingers outside of consciousness and has not penetrated into the bottom of my heart.
"Your Majesty! I'm so happy! Now that the vassal kings from all over the country have entered the capital, why don't your majesty hold a banquet in Chunyu Pavilion to catch all the vassal kings, and then implement the order of favor. This will cause chaos among all the princes. At that time, your majesty only needs to... Leading the emperor's army, he can easily take back the territory and become the master of the resurgence of Jingguo, whose name will be passed down through the ages." The middle-aged man urgently revealed his plan in detail.
This person was originally just an ordinary counselor in the prince's palace. After the prince ascended the throne, he also gained a certain degree of importance in the court.
Of course, with Feng Lin's suppression, his power is limited.
However, there have always been only a few people in this world who are self-aware.
Most people like to think too highly of themselves.
Obviously, in the eyes of many former friends of the Prince's Mansion, Feng Linhui, a bald thief, was jealous of talents. Not only did it rob the new king of their favor, but it also hindered their path to advancement.
Now that vassal kings from all over the country are coming to Beijing, these guys who have been suppressed by Feng Linyi see hope.
He bribed the eunuchs guarding outside the palace, and took advantage of Feng Linwen's absence to send someone to come and 'offer a plan'.
The new king, Zhou Xi, looked at the middle-aged man blankly and said subconsciously: "In this matter... I should consult my father before making a decision."
The middle-aged mouse-bearded man was stunned, and subconsciously replied: "Your Majesty! The late emperor has been dead for more than half a month!"
As if being stimulated, Zhou Xi suddenly jumped up from the dragon chair and kicked the middle-aged mouse Hu in the chest.
"Nonsense! My father is in good health, how could he be dead?"
The middle-aged mouse Hu was kicked in the heart and felt extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know that something was wrong in his mind, so he actually argued: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The late emperor is indeed dead! A few days ago, it was you who personally sent the Emperor Xishan to the hospital. Is it mausoleum?"
Zhou Xi felt like he was struck by lightning.
Scenes that had been deliberately ignored suddenly flashed in front of my eyes quickly.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy, my whole vision went dark, and I sat back on the chair.
The next moment, the whole person became violent.
He picked up the inkstone on the table and rushed towards the middle-aged mouse Hu as if he was going crazy.
Bang bang bang!
The inkstone was smashed repeatedly, causing middle-aged mouse Hu to have his head covered in blood.
Zhou Xi's face and hands were splattered with plasma, but he didn't care as long as he vented the gloom, grief, anger, and pain in his heart.
It wasn't until the corpse of the middle-aged mouse Hu completely stopped twitching that Zhou Xi looked at the broken inkstone in his hand in confusion and looked around in pain.
I once remembered the scene of my father and him having fun in this originally solemn and authoritative hall.
I also remember that my father held him in his arms and taught him how to review memorials.
He even remembers that one winter, when he brought a box of pastries to see his father who was working all night, he saw the relief on his father's face and the red eyes.
Tears... suddenly burst into tears.
The belated pain penetrated Zhou Xi's heart in an instant.
It wasn't until this moment that he knew that his father... the father who loved him more than anything else, was really gone.
It is not a palace tour, nor is it a temporary rest.
It's true... it's true... I left him!
At first it was just tears, then wailing.
Whoever he is, whoever he will be.
At this moment, he is just a child who has lost his father.
And a child without a father is like losing a backer and a barrier.
The door was pushed open again.
Feng Linwen walked in slowly without looking at the body on the ground.
He knew the plans of the rats early on.
But he condoned it... and even actively cooperated.
The eunuchs, maids and guards around this hall were all transferred out of his command.
Otherwise, would the eunuchs and guards around the emperor be bribed so easily?
Something is wrong with Zhou Xi's state. He has fallen into a kind of demonic barrier. To put it simply, he refuses to accept reality.
Feng Linwen needed someone who was not afraid of death to come and break him, and at the same time let him vent his anger.
At this time, someone jumped out on his own, so Feng Linwen naturally followed the trend and took advantage of it.
"Your Majesty! Have you cried enough?" Feng Linwen's voice was cold, a bit colder than the cold wind blowing in from outside the door.
The plasma, tears, and snot on Zhou Xi's face were mixed together, making him look extremely embarrassed. He staggered and trembled, climbed onto the dragon chair, and then groped around for something, like a little animal that had left home, trying hard to pass. breath, to find something familiar.
"You haven't cried enough yet, so let's continue."
"When you've cried enough, cheer up."
Feng Linwen's voice was even colder, like an ice knife, stabbing directly into Zhou Xi's heart.
Zhou Xi suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Linhu fiercely, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Gu's father is dead... He is dead! He will never come back!"
He had already begun to call himself a mediocre person, despite being clearly at the mercy of his courtiers.
But at this time, his mind gradually returned, and he instead called himself "lonely".
"Yes! The late emperor passed away. But Your Majesty, what he left to you is the entire country of Jingguo. He is everywhere. I once heard that a person dies three times. The first time is when the heart stops beating. In terms of the concept of the body, He died. The second time was when he was buried. Friends and relatives came to attend his funeral and miss his life. Then he died in people's consciousness and social relations, and there was no longer a place for him in the world. .The third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot about him, and that's when he really died."
"The late emperor entrusted the country to you, not only to let you manage this great mountain and river well, but also to let you continue his life."
"You are emperors, and only in your country, for thousands of generations, will countless people remember your stories, your existence, and everything you have done. And you are also living in the mouths and stories of countless people. In the story and biography. But if you lose the world, the new ruler will only destroy the traces of your existence and dilute your influence."
"Death killed your father the first time. Do you still want those ambitious people to kill him a second time?" Feng Linwen's cold question was like a rope, tightly trapping Zhou. Xi's throat was so tight that he could hardly breathe.
