Jishan, the main hall of the mausoleum.
It was already unitary time, and the whole mountain forest was very quiet, and even the sound of birds flying seemed to be audible.
This place is indeed a treasure trove of feng shui.
At this moment, Emperor Qi Zhen was copying the sacrificial text of the New Year's sacrifice in the main hall, a full 99 copies, each of which was copied by his own hand.
And there were guards on the outside and on the inside.
Because it was night, many candles were lit in the temple, and the candlelight swayed, and occasionally the wind blew in and extinguished one or two.
He has copied a little numb, but still refuses to stop, 99 sacrifices, every year, one cannot be less!
At this time, Zhang Quan came in with a ginseng soup and put it aside.
"Your Majesty, take a rest."
Emperor Qi Zhen didn't raise his head and said, "I haven't finished writing yet." ” Ay......
Zhang Quan bowed down and glanced at it, and said, "Actually, the emperor doesn't need to copy these sacrifices himself, just hand them over to the people of Zongzheng Temple." ” Isn't this self-inflicted?
But Emperor Qi Zhen said, "The annual sacrifice is to sacrifice to my ancestors and ancestors, I can't be sloppy, I naturally have to copy it myself, if it is handed over to the people of Zongzheng Temple, if it is omitted and misspelled, then it is good?"
It's more reassuring for me to copy it myself. ” "Even so, the emperor should drink the ginseng soup, Jishan is cold, don't get cold."
Zhang Quan brought the ginseng soup and put a bowl of it.
Emperor Qi Zhen still didn't stop writing, his eyebrows were together, he was a little impatient, and said, "You go out first, don't come to disturb me." ” "The Emperor's ......"
"Get out."
Zhang Quan stopped talking and prepared to go out.
Emperor Qi Zhen said again, "Take the soup away." ” "Yes."
I had no choice but to retreat silently with the ginseng soup.
But before he could walk on his front foot, a monk came over.
Standing at the door, "See the emperor." ” Hearing this, Emperor Qi Zhen never stopped his hands and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"
” "The poor monk sent a few scriptures to the emperor for the abbot."
Scripture?
Emperor Qi Zhen paused his hand, and immediately wrote it again, without lifting his eyelids, and said, "Then you can show it to me." ” "Yes."
The monk came in and put the scriptures on the table, but saw that the light around him was a little dim, and Emperor Qizhen had some difficulty copying the sacrificial texts, so he said, "The poor monk brought a candlestick for the emperor." ” "Yes."
The monk took a candlestick and handed it to him, but the wax on it dripped because it was tilted.
It happened to drip on the back of Emperor Qi Zhen's hand.
"Ugh!"
A pain in the back of the hand.
The wax oil seeped into the skin like fire, and it suddenly hurt.
It's really painful!
Seeing this, the monk hurriedly put the candlestick aside, bowed down, and folded his hands, "The poor monk has no intention, and he hopes that the emperor will atone for his sins." ” Emperor Qi Zhen didn't pay attention to it, stopped his pen, raised his head and looked at the person who came.
The monk lowered his head and turned his bare head towards him, but despite this, he still saw the scar on the monk's face, which was very terrifying, and if he was not mentally prepared, he would have to avoid his gaze if he looked at it.
But Emperor Qi Zhen didn't dislike it, "It's okay, the master is also unintentional, I naturally won't blame you." ” "Your Majesty."
"If it's all right, you can step down."
"Yes."
When the monk retreated, he quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Emperor Qi Zhen.
After the monk went out, Emperor Qi Zhen frowned slightly, glanced at the scriptures at hand, and rubbed the back of his hand that was dripping with wax oil, always feeling that something was wrong?
Is it the monk just now?
He was furious, but he hadn't finished writing the sacrificial text, so he didn't think much about it and continued to copy the sacrificial text.
After the Duke of the Kingdom went out of the palace, his originally respectful face suddenly became gloomy when he turned around.
Looking through the hollowed-out carved window, he looked into the hall. sneered, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang, you still don't recognize me." ” The sound echoed in the night sky, chilling people's hearts.
After he left, he went to Jingxian's house.
The two sat opposite each other.
There is a pot of tea in the middle.
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Jingxian likes to make tea, this hobby has not changed, and the tea is very delicious.
"Everything is ready, tomorrow, the world, it's yours."
Yu Guogong said.
Jing Xian smiled faintly, "I hope so." ” The two replaced the wine with tea.
Jing Xian suddenly said: "There is one more thing. ” "What?"
Jing Xian handed him a letter and said, "This is the news sent by Lord Liu from the capital, the news says that King Rong really plans to escape from prison, and he has already punished Jing Rong outside the prison of the Criminal Department according to the instructions of this king!"
” Jing Rong is dead!
Really dead?
Great news.
Yu Guogong read the letter, and after reading it, he was very happy, and immediately raised the teacup to salute him, "It seems that the great thing has been accomplished, as long as the emperor dies tomorrow, you will ascend the throne immediately." ” No one can say no in front of power!
Jing Xian drank the cup of tea, but his face sank, full of thoughts.
"What?
Can't take it anymore?
Yuguo Gong's eyes narrowed.
Jing Xian got up, slowly walked to the open window, looked at the snowy night, his dark eyes were bottomless, he said, "Jing Rong and I are brothers, I have had a very good relationship with him since I was a child, although I used him to get rid of Jing Yi for me, and successfully entered the court with his strength, but I never thought about it."
Kill him!
I knew that he had no intention of taking the throne, and I knew that he would give it up to me, but I still had murderous intentions, and I would not give up until I put him to death.
Or is it wrong?
” "People are already dead, and it's useless for you to say that."
Yu Guogong's eyes were fierce, and he continued, "Since ancient times, the battle between emperors and kings was originally your life and death, and there is nothing wrong with you doing this, because if you don't kill him, he will kill you, and at this moment, you can't turn back." ” Oh, yes!
There's no going back.
Jing Rong took a deep breath and remembered what Mo Ruo had said.
"The return of young birds to the forest is always a certainty."
"Is it really a definite number for the nestlings to return to the forest?"
He muttered.
The Duke of Yu Guo walked up to him, "Have you always wanted justice for your mother all these years?"
In a few hours, it will be dawn, and everything you want, you will get it soon. ” Jingxian nodded.
"Don't think too much, I'll go first so as not to be discovered."
"Yes."
Yuguo Justice wanted to leave, but was stopped by Jingxian.
"Uncle Huang."
"What's the matter?"
Jing Xian was silent for a while, and asked seriously, "Did you hide anything from the incident back then?"
” Belch!
Yu Guogong's palms tightened, but his expression was silent, and he said to him in a flat tone, "I have already told you what happened back then, of course I will not hide it from you." ” Sincere!
Jing Xian nodded, "Okay, I see." ” The Duke of the Kingdom did not linger any longer and quietly withdrew.
Jing Xian stood in front of that window for a long time.
Seems to have a mind!
One hour later, two hours later, three hours later......
It's finally dawn!