Chapter 491 Turning Hands into Clouds and Hands into Rain
But what Ping Zhongmori didn't know was that he only saw part of it.
On the left is Kikuko, and on the right is the prodigal Yanqing. One uses a kunai, and the other uses a small crossbow. They are planning to kill Taira Takaramori and Fujiwara Minimori together.
As long as they show dissatisfaction or are ready to tell the matter to Emperor Shirakawa.
Just like the path chosen by Fujiwara Minomori.
It is a pity that Fujiwara Mimori chose a dead end.
There was no need for Taira Taira to take action, as long as Fujiwara Minomori took another step, Kikuko's kunai would greet his vital parts.
What was said in that room must never leave that room.
If Taira Tadamori had not taken action to show his loyalty to Emperor Toba, he would have died in that room.
But it was the prodigal Yan Qing who took action.
These were all decisions made by Emperor Toba under the guidance of Ximen Kei.
Ping Zhongsheng washed the blood off his body as quickly as possible to make the smell disappear, and then put on the clothes that had been prepared beside the barrel.
This time, the chamberlain unceremoniously took away his sword, and another person led him around three times and five times to the door of a room.
Called a room, it can be regarded as a secret room.
Opening the door, Emperor Toba sat cross-legged, tapping his paper fan gently on the tatami.
This small room can accommodate three to four people.
"Come in and sit down." Emperor Toba said directly and without delay: "Next, let's talk about what's going to happen next."
Taira Taira-mori shuddered from the depths of his heart, and also sat down cross-legged, no more than two feet away from Emperor Toba.
There was a bitterness in his mouth. He had just killed a colleague, what kind of bloody storm would be caused in Kyoto next? It seems that Emperor Toba valued his ability to detect violations of law and wanted to use his hand to oust Emperor Shirakawa.
go.
But Taira Taira no longer had any choice.
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At the same time, Emperor Shirakawa was gently caressing Fujiwara Shoko, who was nestling in his arms, and stroking her already swollen belly.
Here are his flesh and blood.
Emperor Shirakawa was happy and secretly proud at the same time.
He is already over sixty years old this year, but he can still get Zhangzi pregnant, which shows that he has taken good care of his body and will have no problems at all if he lives for another ten or twenty years.
So what if that boy, Emperor Toba, doesn't want to wear quilt?
Emperor Shirakawa decided to issue a decree immediately, ordering Emperor Toba to go to Yogoden tonight, and Fujiwara Shoko would be there waiting for his arrival.
Even if that kid didn't dare to do anything for one night, after one night, Fujiwara Shoko's destiny was determined, and the destiny of the child in his belly was determined!
"Your Majesty, give him a name." Fujiwara Shoko suddenly requested.
"It seems that you are also sure that this is a boy." Emperor Shirakawa smiled and said: "But the child has not been born yet, which seems a bit unlucky."
Fujiwara Akiko begged: "The child will be born in a few months, so there is nothing wrong with naming him early, not to mention that we can also call this child by his name..."
"This..." Emperor Shirakawa hesitated a little when he heard what Fujiwara Shoko said. He pondered for a while and said, "What about the name Xianren?"
"Xianren? What a name!" Fujiwara Shoko's eyes beamed with joy: "This is a good name."
After saying this, Fujiwara Shoko touched his swollen belly and started chatting to himself using the name "Kenhito".
Emperor Shirakawa's eyes were full of kindness. He had already decided that when the child was born, Fujiwara Shoko would bring him to raise him...
At this moment, two ashigaru ran into the courtyard in a panic, ruining the beautiful atmosphere.
"You bastard! Get out!" Emperor Shirakawa shouted angrily: "How unbecoming you are in such a panic!"
"Kill...kill in!"
One of the ashigaru was out of breath, and he finally managed to hold back a sentence. Then he saw a flash of a sword from behind, and the ashigaru screamed miserably and fell to the ground dead.
Appearing behind this ashigaru was a young man with a heroic face.
"Ping Zhongsheng?" Emperor Shirakawa was furious: "Are you crazy? How dare you kill people here!"
Taira Takaramori looked directly at Emperor Shirakawa, without speaking, but swung away the blood stained on the blade of the sword.
Another ashigaru got the opportunity, turned around and ran out with a scream, but soon the same scream was heard, and it was obvious that he was also killed.
Emperor Shirakawa realized that something was not right, and subconsciously stood in front of Fujiwara Shoko, shouting: "Come here!"
"Someone is coming!"
The angry shouts of Emperor Shirakawa echoed in the courtyard, but after a long time, there was still no response.
His hands and feet suddenly became extremely cold. This was a premeditated action!
"Everything over there is already under my control." Ping Zhongsheng looked solemn: "Just two dogs escaped just now and disturbed His Majesty the Emperor. This villain deserves to die..."
Although he said "the crime deserves death," there was no expression of guilt on Ping Zhongsheng's face: "The two dogs have been killed, and no one will bother His Majesty the Emperor and Princess Zhangzi anymore."
After saying that, Ping Zhongsheng bent down, turned around and walked out of the yard.
"Wait!" Emperor Baihe was furious and shouted: "Who ordered you to do this? Is it that boy from the clan! Tell him to come see me!"
Munehito is the birthright of Emperor Toba.
By now, Emperor Shirakawa also realized that Emperor Toba was behind this.
If not, even if he borrowed a hundred heads from Ping Zhongsheng, he would not dare to do such a thing!
Ping Zhongsheng didn't even turn around, he just said softly: "I'm very busy today. When I have time, I will come to see you in person."
After finishing speaking, Taira Tadamagi took the sword and walked out of the courtyard in a swagger. Even though the Emperor Shirakawa stamped his feet and roared, he did not stop.
With a "boom", the courtyard door was tightly closed, and then Ping Zhongsheng loudly ordered: "Surround this place, there...and there! Even if your heads fall off, you can't let others go."
Come out from inside! If anyone breaks in forcefully, shoot to death!"
Emperor Shirakawa fell to the floor, his face pale.
With Ping Zhongmori's departure, the courtyard returned to calm. Except for a corpse, it was no different from before.
"Wow..."
Fujiwara Shoko smelled the fishy smell of blood, which triggered the fetal gas, and he immediately vomited it out, and fell softly to the side.
"Shouko!" Emperor Shirakawa picked up Fujiwara Shoko and walked deeper into the room.
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It wasn't until it was time to light up the lights that the courtyard was reopened. Emperor Toba walked in with a tired look on his face, accompanied by Ximen Kei, Yan Qing, An Daozhen, Kikuko, Kinoshita Tokichiro and others.
Looking at the corpse in the courtyard with disgust, Emperor Toba ordered Taira Tadamori to send someone to carry the dead man out.
The waiters filed in and lit the lamps everywhere.
When Emperor Toba passed the puddle of vomit, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
"Zongren, you're here."
Emperor Shirakawa sat quietly in the deepest part of the room, hiding behind the light and looking at everyone who came in.
Next to him, Fujiwara Shoko was lying on his back, covered with something, motionless.
"Yes, I'm here."
Emperor Toba's words were filled with majesty. Today, he has completely changed. He is no longer the puppet who only obeyed the instructions of Emperor Shirakawa.
The expression on Emperor Shirakawa's face was very strange. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or something, but rather like an evil ghost opening the door of hell and looking at the human world.
"Emperor, you must regret now that you asked Fujiwara Kimihi to invite the envoys to Kyoto in the name of Emperor Toba." Ximen Qing smiled, and smiled openly: "But that old guy has already gone to hell before you and is waiting for you.
You go and meet me."
Emperor Shirakawa's face looked ugly, and the last glimmer of hope had become a broken thread.
And Ximen Qing said it deliberately to break the psychology of the old guy in front of him.
"I ask you, how did my father die?" Emperor Toba asked: "I have asked many people, how could my father suddenly die of illness at such a young age when he was always in good health?"
The corners of Baihe Fahuang's mouth trembled, and his eyes gave off a penetrating light: "Dead, that is, dead. Your father is also my Zhenren son! There is only one fate for those who are disobedient!"
"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you were also disobedient...and you actually united with the Song Dynasty people!" The more Emperor Baihe spoke, the angrier he became: "Are you worthy of me?"
Emperor Toba did not respond, but pointed at Fujiwara Shoko next to him: "I already know your plan. Why do you think I haven't taken off my quilt for so long? Isn't it just for today!"
"As expected...as expected." After the Emperor Shirakawa got angry, he seemed to be deflated again, muttering to himself: "The Emperor's clan is a cursed clan..."
"I don't understand what you are saying." Emperor Toba said in a firm tone: "But from today on, I will be a true emperor and manage Japan well!"
"Okay!" Emperor Baihe smiled miserably: "It doesn't matter what you do to me, an old man. As long as you let Zhang Zi go, I agree to abdicate."
"First of all, it's not that you want to abdicate, it's that I want you to abdicate." Emperor Toba corrected: "Princess Zhangzi is also the target of your toy. I will not do anything to her, but will treat her kindly."
"On that day, starting from tomorrow, you will never see Princess Zhangzi again, or the child in her belly."
"Xianren..." His Majesty Baihe said loudly: "That child has a name, his name is Xianren!"
"Come here, take Princess Zhangzi down to rest."
Emperor Toba ignored the old guy's yelling and waved his sleeves and gave the order: "Let's go and let the Emperor have a good rest."
Emperor Shirakawa did not stop the servants from carrying Fujiwara Shoko away at all, but stayed there silently, staring at the lights in front of him in a daze.
Ximen Qing knew that this old guy was finished and there was no possibility of making a comeback.
Turning your hands over becomes clouds, turning over your hands becomes rain.
Under Ximen Qing's planning and promotion, Kyoto... no, the whole of Japan quietly changed its owner.