At first, the lieutenant thought that he was still in a dream, so he only opened his mouth slightly, staring at the white shadow above stupidly.
But it didn't take long for the string of white shadows to suddenly lengthen, and it suddenly fell from the beam to the tip of his nose.
It was only then that he could see clearly that they were a series of little people, one after the other, some upright, some upside down, holding each other's brims and toes, falling straight down from the beams of the house, staring at him with a hippie smile.
Seeing such a strange sight, the lieutenant was so frightened that his legs and feet went limp, and he almost peed on the dragon chair, but just as he was about to scream, the strange little people suddenly disappeared, and in front of him, there were only two golden curtains and the vague shadows of the ministers outside the tents.
He looked around tremblingly, his eyes fell from the roof to the surroundings of the dragon chair, and even knelt on the ground and looked at the cramped and gloomy corner below the dragon chair for a long time, but he couldn't find those weird little people.
In the end, he even thought that it was just a strange dream that he had just had, and his tense nerves gradually eased, and although his heart was still lifted, his body had already sat back on the dragon chair, leaning back on the chair, forcing himself to concentrate on the state affairs that seemed to never finish.
The heavy rain was still falling headlessly, smashing on the eaves of the porch, making a heart-palpitating sound.
However, in this chaotic sonata, there is another kind of sound, which is sharp, distant, and a little sad, which instantly drags people's thoughts into an ethereal space.
He was not the only one who heard the voice, because the ministers outside the tent, who were still arguing with each other, also stopped arguing, and one by one looked outside the main hall, looking for the source of the sound.
"Click" A dazzling lightning illuminated the sky and the white marble steps outside the hall, and in this fleeting light, a group of knee-high little people in white clothes and white hats walked in front of the hall, they did not have any musical instruments in their hands, but the sound of drums and cymbals for mourning broke through the thunderstorm, mixed with the faint wail, and fell into everyone's ears.
The clothes on their bodies are clearly the clothes of the funeral, white clothes and white trousers, hats are pointed and straight, standing tall, even in the wind and rain and depression, there is still a frightening cold light.
The lightning passed, followed by a thunderclap, and after the thunder rolled through the sky, the funeral procession suddenly disappeared, and they disappeared in front of the eyes of the ministers, and disappeared into the wind and rain outside the palace.
Just when all the ministers were frightened and didn't know why, a slender scream suddenly came from behind the curtain, and then a figure wearing a yellow robe and a cape staggered out of the tent, ignoring the invasion of the miserable wind and rain, ran all the way to the door of the main hall, knelt where the group of little people disappeared, and kept kowtowing.
"Your Majesty, the minion is wrong, the minion should not pretend to be Your Majesty, and should not bury you under the bed, please forgive the minion" Zhao Lang and Zhao Kang focused their eyes on Zhao Zeping's face at the same time.
"The plan was discovered, and the ministers knew about Zhu Wen's death, but as far as I know, in the end, it was Zhu Youqi who became the emperor, why is this?"
Zhao Zeping smiled, "Although the news of Zhu Wen's death has spread, it is a step too late after all, because Zhu Youwen has already killed all of Zhu Youwen's family, and even the children have not been spared."
Seeing that Zhu Youwen was dead, and the palace was surrounded by the forbidden army under Zhu Youqi, the important ministers of the court had no choice but to bow down and support him as Emperor Liang. ” Zhao Kang stepped forward, "Did you get along with each other later?"
Those monsters never came out again?
” Zhao Zeping raised his eyebrows and looked at him with blazing eyes, "Nothing?"
He killed his father and brother, how could he end well. ” After Zhu Youqi ascended the throne, although a large number of generals and soldiers were rewarded in an attempt to buy people's hearts, many veterans were still quite unhappy, and Zhu Youqi himself was extravagant, so people's hearts were boiling and the people were dissatisfied.
And Huaizhou Longxiang army of 3,000 people, kidnapped his general Liu Chongba, occupied Huaizhou, and claimed to be a thief.
For a time, the situation of Daliang was precarious, and it looked like a storm.
However, this is not what bothers Zhu Youqi the most, the most unbearable thing for him is that since he ascended the throne, he has not slept a good night.
No, it's too much of an understatement to say that, it should be said that since he ascended the throne, Zhu Youqi has never closed his eyes.
This was not because of the worries of the state, but because every night after he lay down, he would hear someone under the bed scratching the bed board with his fingernails, and then again, and then again, although the sound was not loud, but it was like someone sawing his head with a saw, it was painful and blunt, and every time he sawed, he was so frightened that he could not sleep at all.
But this thing is strange, this voice is only heard by him, and none of the concubines and palace people who are waiting for him have heard this strange sound, so Zhu Youqi is more and more convinced that it is his father who was killed by him and hidden under the bed for a few days The resentment has not subsided, and he has come back to seek revenge on him.
So he had to change his dormitory and live elsewhere, but no matter where he lived, he couldn't get rid of it.
The voice followed him like a shadow, and every time he lay down, it would slowly burrow into his head, as if he had crawled out of the ground.
After tossing like this for more than half a year, Zhu Youqi finally couldn't hold it anymore, you think, anyone who doesn't sleep for half a year is estimated to collapse.
Therefore, in the first month of the third year of Qianhua, at the suggestion of the courtiers, he set up an altar in the southern suburbs of Luoyang to worship the sky, and found a senior monk to chant scriptures and pray, hoping to use this to drive away evil spirits and avoid evil, so that the demons dare not get close again.
But who knew that something went wrong on the day of the sacrifice, the incense in Zhu Youqi's hand was blown out by the yin wind several times, not only that, but after the incense was extinguished, there were suddenly a few plain white villains on the altar, they wore pointed hats, and smiled faintly at Zhu Youqi, who was already frightened.
After this incident, there were rumors in the court, and everyone was spreading that this Zhu Youqi ascended to the throne by killing his father and killing his brother, so he was entangled by ghosts, and those weird villains are all dressed in filial piety, which means that Zhu Youqi's longevity is over and there are few days to live.
"I remember that Zhu Youqi died in Qianhua for three years, and it seems that these rumors are not groundless."
Zhao Lang said slowly, "It's just that he was really killed by Zhu Wen's unjust soul?"
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