Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 1: Sacrifice
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In the winter of the seventh year of Jingyuan, on the third day of October, there was heavy snowfall.
“Fear, what kind of fear? If the medical treatment is not good, you will all be buried with you!” A young voice echoed in the emperor’s palace, and then turned into a sad cry, “Emperor brother, oh…”
The man on the dragon bed has his eyes closed, and his handsome face is slightly blue and white. Even so, he can’t hide the imperial majesty around him. This person is the ruler of this dynasty, Emperor Jingyuan Yu Jintang.
Emperor Jing Yuan ascended the throne at the age of twenty-five, proclaimed the emperor for seven years, and worked hard to govern. When the Xiongnu offends the side in May, the emperor drove him personally, retreated more than 300 miles from the enemy, and celebrated in the world. However, at this time, news suddenly came that the emperor was seriously injured, and the army had to return to Beijing early.
The emperor’s bedroom, outside the Zichen Hall, the long jade steps were a bit gray under the shadow of the haze, and heavy snow fell on the steps, but no one had the intention to clean it. The guards in iron armor stood solemnly on both sides of the stairs, adding a bit of silence to the already heavy atmosphere.
Today’s Dayu Dynasty is in its heyday, but it suddenly suffers from this disaster. Not only the emperor’s brother in the room knelt and wept bitterly, but the general who stood outside the temple to **** the emperor back to the palace also couldn’t help tears in his eyes. The emperor has no children, and has long established the emperor’s brother, but now the emperor’s brother is still young, if the emperor can’t make it through, Da Yu Chao is afraid that he will fall into a precarious situation again.
Thinking about this, the general couldn’t help but sip at the person tied to the dragon pillar in front of the temple, thinking about it, and feeling puzzled, rushed to him and punched him with his fist.
“Skills can be killed but not insulted. I am Zhang Xiaoren who is the country. Why should you beat me?” The person tied to the Panlong column, wearing a civil official’s court uniform, can tell His rank is not low, he is about forty years old, and his neck is steadfast and unyielding.
“With all your heart for the country, you will collude with the Huns to assassinate the emperor!” With red eyes, the general punched Zhang Xiaoren’s face, knocking the upright and serious face crooked.
“Bah,” Zhang Xiaoren spit out a mouthful of blood foam, “The emperor insists on marrying some male queen, it is against the law, I am for the Jiangshan community, for…” The sentence was not finished, and the general was again A punch on the lower abdomen.
“Hhoo!” The sound of the iron armor neatly touching the ground, awakened the general who was immersed in grief and anger, and looked up in a daze.
On both sides of the stairs, iron-clad guards with swords kneeled and saluted one by one. At the end of the jade steps, one person dressed in a bright yellow phoenix pattern embroidered wide-sleeved robe, walking slowly on his steps.
It was a young and elegant man, with clear-faced eyes, and a body like a bamboo. The leaden sky reflected the pale and handsome face, still unable to hide his grace.
“See Your Royal Highness!” The general immediately knelt and bowed, while Zhang Xiaoren, who was on the side, curled his mouth and snorted from his nostrils.
The visitor is Song Xiao, the first male queen since the founding of Dayu.
At the age of fourteen, he participated in the test at the age of seventeen. Because of his outstanding talents and his youngness and rareness, he became the number one champion appointed by the first emperor. In his early twenties, he was mixed in the position of the minister of Tobe, with a boundless future. Even Zhang Xiaoren, who has always been rigid, praised his young talent. Unexpectedly, two years ago, an imperial decree turned Lord Servant into a queen…
The queen ignored Zhang Xiaoren’s unreasonableness, and did not respond to the general as she did in the past, still keeping a steady pace and stepping into the Zichen Palace.
The hall was full of medicine. Thirteen imperial doctors knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed to the ground, and said nothing. The emperor’s brother in apricot-yellow prince’s uniform knelt in front of the dragon bed, his face buried in the quilt and his expression was not clear.
A well-knotted hand slowly lifted from the bright yellow brocade, and put it on top of his younger brother’s head: “Remember?” The low and sweet voice was not weak at all.
“Woo…” Brother Huang nodded and raised his head to look at Brother Huang. He seemed to notice someone behind him. Turning his head slowly, he saw the queen standing beside a group of imperial doctors with no joy or sadness. Talking, do not step forward.
Song Xiao, who looked down and listened to the imperial doctor’s whispered reply, felt that the brothers were looking at him, and looked back at him.
Emperor Jing Yuan’s complexion was a lot better than before, the paleness faded away, and even a bit rosy, looking more energetic than the pale Song Xiao.
“…The emperor’s old illness has not healed, and the sky is cold in the north. The arrow has hurt the heart, and the ministers are incompetent…” The first man in the hospital said tremblingly, knocking his head to the ground.
Song Xiao raised his hand slightly to stop the doctor from speaking any more.
“You wait to retreat, I…cough cough… I have something to say to the queen.” The emperor couldn’t finish a word, and began to cough, which affected the wound on his chest, and a fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Brother Emperor!” Brother Emperor Tai anxiously wanted to help, but was waved away, so he had to turn around one step at a time and lead everyone out.
The emperor leaned on the thick big pillow and watched Song Xiao walk towards him step by step. The scene in front of him began to blur. After a while, he saw the man wearing a champion suit and smiled with joy; and then he was wearing a bright red phoenix. The robe, full of panic, but pretending to be calm… closed eyes, the spring light of the deer banquet and the red candles in the bridal chamber all disappeared, replaced by a handsome face that is still beautiful and pleasant, and his eyes are calmly looking at him .
“Does it hurt?” Song Xiao slowly raised his hand, touched the blood-stained white cloth, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
A warm and powerful hand stretched out and held Song Xiao’s tightly. After a long silence, he suddenly said: “I have written the edict, you must be buried for me!”
Song Xiao raised his head and looked over quietly. The emperor’s deep and pitch-black eyes were a little scarlet, with the usual stubbornness and madness.
From the age of 22, Yu Jintang saw the smiling little champion at the Luming Banquet, and he decided to marry him. If there is no throne, he will **** the throne; clan clan opposes, courtiers are forced to death, saying that the emperor should not be willful because of internal and external troubles, so he calms the world and drives out the Xiongnu. Now, his fate is not long, so how can he be willing? This beloved love that he has devoted everything to.
“The emperor wants the minister to die, and the minister does not die for unfaithfulness.” Song Xiao looked down, and was not surprised at all that the emperor said that he should be buried. This person has always been like this. No matter what he does, he never asks his opinion. , Make the decision directly for him.
The emperor frowned slightly, and clenched Song Xiao’s hand tightly. A shock suddenly spread from his chest. Finally, his ruddy face turned pale again, and his strength was lost little by little with the pain. , He stared at Song Xiao, mutely said: “You are mine, you can only be mine!”
Because of too much force, the slender fingers made the joints become white, and Song Xiao’s wrist was pinched out a circle of blue and purple, and then slowly loosened, and it slid onto the bright yellow brocade with a click.
Song Xiao held up his hand in a daze, feeling a suffocating numbness spreading from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. It took three full breaths before he took a breath. Raising his hand slowly and leisurely, he removed the big pillow behind the emperor to make him lie more comfortable, and carefully smoothed the emperor’s messy sideburns.
“Yu Jintang, are you so dead?” Song Xiao stretched out a finger and poked the face that had completely lost his blood, “I just became a queen, and this year’s salary hasn’t been given to me… “You said that the queen’s salary is higher than the servant’s salary, so I agreed to marry you.
Sitting on the bedside for a while, making sure that the person would never respond to him, Song Xiao got up and picked up the sword hanging on the wall. The name of this sword called Moxie was accidentally obtained by Emperor Jingyuan from outside the Great Wall. According to legend, it was an ancient divine sword, hung in the emperor’s palace, to drive away sneaky and avoid evil.
“Om—” The sword came out of its sheath, and there was a sound of dragon chanting, and the light reflected by the sharp blade pierced Song Xiao’s eyes and swung the sword across his neck.
“Sister-in-law, no!” The emperor’s brother opened the door with a bang, rushed up with a stride, and took the sword in Song Xiao’s backhand.
“The emperor!” The general who rushed in fell to the side of the dragon bed, knelt on the ground with a puff, and cried loudly.
The chief **** Cao Gonggong held up a brocade box, the emperor’s brother held Mo Xie in one hand, and pushed the brocade box in front of Song Xiao with the other hand, and said with red eyes: “Emperor Sister-in-law, this is the edict, you can read it.”
Song Xiao wanted to **** Mo Xie back, but the emperor’s first brother was extraordinary. He was not a weak scholar who could deal with it. He glanced at the strong guard outside the temple, and then looked at the resolute emperor’s brother. He was the new emperor, and he couldn’t resist, so he stretched out his hand and picked up the edict in the brocade box.
“Since I became the throne on the twenty-fifth year, I have been diligent in the night, and I have never exhausted everything. I reigned for seven years, governing the court before chaos, and calming the country before danger, driving the Tartars to the north of the royal court, and calming the world. Coming from all directions. I feel that I am worthy of the world and the ancestors… “Song Xiao stood in front of the palace, reciting the edict of Emperor Jing Yuan every word, every word, and every word belonged to Yu Jintang. Words from the bottom of the heart.
Baiguan knelt down the steps, listening to the queen’s clear and powerful voice, weeping bitterly.
“…Fubo, childless, the emperor’s first brother Jin Lin, the emperor’s younger brother is fifteen years old, still young, with empress Song Xiao as the prince of Duanhui, the regent is the new emperor Zuo…” That person has already been He arranged everything and said that he should be buried, probably because he regretted it the moment he saw him.
Song Xiao slowly closed the edict, raised his hands above his head, knelt down, and presented it to the new emperor.
“Sister-in-law, look, the emperor didn’t tell you to be buried!” The new emperor took the edict, helped Song Xiao up, and looked at him hopefully, with tears still hanging on the round baby’s face.
Song Xiao nodded slightly: “The minister knows.” He turned to Zhang Xiaoren who was still tied to the Panlong pillar.
“Hmph, go against the sky, violate the yin and yang relationship, say nothing to be ashamed of the ancestors!” Zhang Xiaoren knew that he was not going to die, so he simply gave up.
“Zhang Xiaoren, what do you think is loyalty? What is righteousness?” Song Xiao asked him softly, grabbing the Moxie sword, “You disregard the safety of the country, collude with foreign enemies, and assassinate the emperor. Is this what you call loyalty? Killing a Mingjun and disregarding the people of the world, is this what you call righteousness?”
Zhang Xiaoren’s pupils shrank, but he still stuck his neck.
“Now that the world is rising, the people live and work in peace and contentment. What Yu Jintang wants is just a household servant. He has done so much for the world. Why the world will not allow him to have a happy day!” Song Xiao became more and more excited. To Zhang Xiaoren’s chest, Yu Jintang is a good emperor, he is a good emperor, he is determined to kill, open up his territory, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one in Dayu, he deserves this honor!
The blood was splashing, and the new emperor couldn’t help closing his eyes and opening them again, and he saw that Song Xiao had pulled out the sword, and he swung his sword across his neck.
“Sister-in-law!” The new emperor couldn’t stop her, and the blood had already dyed the bright yellow phoenix robe.
Song Xiao looked at the lead-grey sky and bent his eyes. The first emperor of Dayu should be buried by him, the first queen of Dayu. Otherwise, he would go down Huangquan and see the first emperor. Yu Jintang is about to be beaten by his father again.
On the third day of October in the seventh year of Jingyuan, the Emperor collapsed and the Xiaolang of the Song family died.