The Ouchi manager secretly came to the door of his house. After knocking on the door knocker, a boy led him in. [..com]
Not long after, the door opened again, and Lu Heng came out with a tired look on his face.
"What's the matter, so urgent?" Lu Heng just got up from the bed, and before he could wash his face, he heard the cry of the boy outside.
After reaching out and hugging Liu Qingqing, the wolf took a bite, and opened the door under Liu Qingqing's red-faced and angry eyes.
When the chief internal officer saw Lu Heng, he just said, "Your Majesty, please come over," and then pulled Lu Heng out of the door.
At this time, the morning light was faint and there was no one on the street.
Fortunately, the rain finally stopped. Although the sky was still dark, when I raised my head and looked at the clouds in the sky, it was almost clearing up today.
The ground was wet.
There are still some stagnant water in the potholes on the road that haven't had time to seep down.
Walking quickly on the street, the early morning wind, with a bit of chill, brushed my cheeks. It swept away the remaining sleepiness in my mind.
Taking a deep breath and looking at his father-in-law who was busy walking beside him, Lu Heng tightened his tight gown, stretched out his hands to rub his face, and asked.
"What happened?"
The Ouchi manager's expression was serious, and he shook his head slightly and said nothing.
Did the emperor die?
This idea came to his mind for the first time, and Lu Heng was shocked by his thoughts at that time.
Probably not. Now that the emperor dies, it’s really over!
He glanced at the Chief Supervisor worriedly and saw that his expression was solemn and even a little uneasy. Lu Heng also felt a little nervous.
With such a mood, the two walked through the morning fog. After walking all the way.
The magnificent palace finally appeared in front of us.
Showing their badges, they entered the palace. The two of them headed directly towards the emperor's study without stopping at all.
At this time, the sun still has not risen.
Between the sky and the earth, there is a light blue mist on one side.
The empty and solemn palace looked increasingly solemn at this time.
Dim yellow light shines from the window of the imperial study room, flickering on and off. The stars are dotted. They are particularly conspicuous in the blue twilight that envelopes the sky and earth.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master has arrived!"
The chief steward tidied up his appearance, stood at the door of the royal study, and said respectfully.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Heng's head was filled with black lines.
I thought the emperor had died, but I was so scared all the way.
Damn, it turns out he is alive and well.
Lu Heng glared at the Ouchi General Manager angrily, with a fierce look, which made the Ouchi General Manager smile awkwardly.
"Come in!" The emperor's tired voice came from the room.
"Sir, please go in!" Looking at Lu Heng's unkind expression, the chief supervisor also knew that he was making a fuss out of a molehill along the way.
At this time, under Lu Heng's gaze, he felt uneasy and uneasy. Holding the whisk in his hand, he bowed, turned around and ran away.
After Lu Heng smiled and cursed, he turned around and opened the door of the imperial study room.
In the room, the lights are bright.
The golden brocade decoration makes the imperial study room extraordinarily grand. The bright yellow that catches the eye makes people here feel suppressed by the royal aura.
Under the desk, incense was lit. The curls of cigarette smoke filled the air from the copper stove and dissipated in pieces.
On the dragon chair behind the table, the emperor closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the chair. He looked extremely tired, as if he hadn't closed his eyes all night.
"Do it!" The emperor opened his eyes, glanced at Lu Heng, and pointed to the chair beside him.
Lu Heng walked to the stove nearby, took off the teapot and cup, and poured two cups of tea. He picked up one cup and took a sip, then placed the other cup in front of the emperor. Then he sat down and looked into the emperor's eyes.
With bloodshot eyes, he asked lightly: "What's going on? Do you need to stay up late?"
The emperor picked up the hot tea and took a sip, with no expression on his old face.
Leaning on the chair, the emperor's momentum was a little weak, and he said politely: "I can't sleep, I want to find someone to chat with!"
Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then saw the sad look on the emperor's face, and did not joke. After thinking about it, he looked at the emperor and said, "What's on your mind? Can you tell me?"
The emperor tugged on the dragon robe covering his body. Then, his bloodshot eyes looked at the bean-like candle flames on the table. His face looked uncertain.
"To be honest, among all my sons, the one I like the most is Prince Jin!" The emperor's eyes were like lightning and he glanced at Lu Heng. Seeing his calm expression, he listened. The emperor smiled and sighed: "Since childhood,
When he grows up, Wu Hong is sensible and very smart, and he learns everything very quickly!"
"Many people in the palace like him very much. So do I. When he got older, his talents were more vividly displayed. His ability to govern a territory also made me particularly happy. Oh, of course, he is also a little small.
Problems, such as good looks!"
The emperor talked nonchalantly, looking very happy. When he talked about the mistakes made by King Jin when he was a child, he also showed a cheerful smile. When he talked about King Jin growing up and dividing the territories, the emperor's face showed a trace of an old father sending his son.
of melancholy.
In the imperial study room, the candlelight had burned to its end. Outside, the sky was also brightening.
The gloomy clouds that shrouded Luoyang City finally dissipated, and the golden morning sun burst out. The rays of the rising sun pierced the morning fog and dyed the earth with a golden warm light.
The sunlight gradually rose up the window lattice and shone into the room. Dust was flying in the bright beam of light.
In the incense burner, the incense has burned out. The cold copper burner glows with this dazzling light under the sunlight.
The emperor took a sip of the cooled tea and slowly placed it on the table.
"I don't know why he went to this point." The emperor waved his hand and stopped Lu Heng from changing the hot tea for him. He said with a sad look on his face.
"If, if he can wait another two years, maybe I will really make him the prince. But, he is too impatient!" The emperor murmured with empty eyes.
"First he colluded with the An family, and finally he tried to confuse the court officials. Now, huh..." The emperor took a deep breath, raised his head, with tears in his eyes, shook his head and said: "Even the Turks have come in!"
"It's not that I want to kill him, it's that he will perish on his own!" Suddenly murderous intent appeared in the emperor's eyes, and he clenched the teacup tightly, making a crunching sound. He gritted his teeth and patted the table: "He is looking for death, looking for death!"
At the end of the sentence, the emperor's expression became almost ferocious. He stood up, his pale hair flying wildly, and shouted sharply with blood-red eyes.
"For the great Zhou Dynasty, for our Chinese orthodoxy that has been passed down for thousands of years. I have no choice!"
The emperor turned his head and looked at Lu Heng, trembling all over and pressing his hands on the table. There were tears of pain in his eyes.
"I have no choice!"
After the emperor finished saying these words, he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell down on the chair, crying and murmuring.
In the imperial study, the candles were extinguished and green smoke was rising upwards.
In the golden room, the sun casts a bright mottled pattern on the ground. The golden silk satin reflects the warm light, making it extremely quiet and pleasant.
The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his face gloomy and silent.
On the side, Lu Heng sighed softly, put down the tea cup, and turned to look at the emperor whose tears had dried up on his face.
I saw him looking miserable, with a struggling look on his face. I also knew how tangled he was in his heart.
He stood up slowly, reached out and patted the gown on his body. He raised his head, looked at the emperor whose eyelids were moving slightly, and smiled softly.
"The sun is out!" Lu Heng glanced at the sunlight on the window, turned his head, looked at the emperor and said, "Shall we go out for a walk?"
On the dragon throne, the emperor raised his head and looked at Lu Heng calmly.
After a long time, the emperor nodded: "Okay!"
…
In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the gloom and depression of the previous few days were gone from the streets of Luoyang.
The streets are bustling with pedestrians and traffic, the cries of vendors, and the laughter of people on the streets converge into the most cheerful music in the early morning.
In this crowded street, two people dressed as scribes were walking leisurely in the street, looking with interest at the clearing of the sky and the bustling streets of Luoyang.
After walking for a while, I saw a small stall on the roadside, owned by an old man wearing gray cloth.
In front of the stall, there is a large wooden barrel on a wheelbarrow. Inside, the fragrance of soy milk permeates the air.
In front of this stall, the two of them stopped in unison. Looking at the golden fried dough sticks, both of them had gurgling thoughts in their stomachs.
"Just eat something here?" Lu Heng smiled and pointed at the stall.
Seeing the emperor's hesitant expression, Lu Heng ignored him and directly reached out to hold the emperor's arm and walked straight towards the empty seat.
"Boss, two bowls of soy milk and six fried dough sticks!" Lu Heng took out a few coins from his sleeves, put them on the table, and said to the stall owner with a smile.
"Okay!" The old man responded enthusiastically. He quickly scooped out two bowls of soy milk and walked over with it.
"My treat!" Seeing that the emperor was still hesitating, Lu Heng smiled. After saying this, he picked up the bowl and took a sip without any image.
"Just eat it like this?" Lu Heng stretched out his hand, grabbed a fried dough stick, and took a big bite. The emperor asked at a loss.
After Lu Heng took a sip of soy milk, he wiped his mouth. He pointed at the diners beside him and said: "Those who eat here are some of the lowest level people in the Zhou Dynasty. Of course, there are also people who can't even afford this."
Poor people, how do you ask them to be particular?"
"Eat it, what are you looking at? It won't taste good if it's cold!" Lu Heng pushed the porcelain bowl with a missing corner in front of the emperor, raised his chin, and motioned for him to try it.
The emperor was in the palace all day long and was very particular about eating. Now, seeing this old porcelain bowl, I really didn't know how to eat.
However, seeing Lu Heng across the way eating with gusto, the emperor gradually relaxed and began to taste the food in a decent manner.
"how do you feel?"
Lu Heng looked at the soy milk stuck to the emperor's beard and asked while suppressing a smile.!