The day Shi Qi found Lu Jieming, the late emperor breathed his last, and the death knell echoed over the entire Kyoto.
People all over the street knelt and bowed their heads to bid the last journey for the emperor.
The people mourned in mourning, but a new battle had broken out in the imperial city.
Death means a new beginning, and the death of the old owner means the new owner ascends the throne. All forces flock to the palace. Under the lingering sounds of the death knell, everyone's eyes are alert and alert.
The swords and swords met in the blink of an eye, and in an instant, the war was in chaos.
Wang Fulu's fingers were shaking. The fly whisk was thrown in the corner. His hands were empty, and his usually gloomy face could not help but look a little confused.
The emperor stretched out his index finger and drew two strokes on the palm of his hand. After that, he suddenly relaxed and the person on the bed could no longer take a breath.
His head tilted to one side, lifeless.
Voices shouting "The Emperor is dead" rang in his ears. He remained silent and knelt down beside the bed to kowtow. His forehead touched the cold ground, which numbed his facial nerves.
The emperor opened his eyes wide and refused to close them.
He stood up and said: "His Royal Highness Seventeenth went to His Highness Seventeenth. This throne will belong to His Highness Seventh. Don't worry."
Just like every time the emperor gave an order, he would reply slowly. No matter how difficult the matter was, he would reply to the emperor in such a slow but firm tone. A person in a high position holds power, and the pinnacle of power stands high, looking down among all living beings. All around him is silence and coldness.
The emperor was a little timid, as Wang Fulu knew. In his high position, he was the person closest to the emperor. He was king and slave, and it was precisely because of this status that the only person the emperor trusted was him.
How could he know if some decisions were right or not? Even if they were wrong, he would pretend to be arrogant in front of others and make the decisions through gritted teeth, without showing any hesitation in others.
But as for the queen, he couldn't help but ask Wang Fulu, "Is it right for me to do this? What should I do if I am wrong?"
"It won't happen." Wang Fulu knelt on the ground and said in the same tone as usual at times like this, "Don't worry, everything will go well."
He stood up, bent down, and put his hands on the emperor's eyes. The skin under his hands was rugged, and his body temperature dropped rapidly due to the life that had just passed away.
He took a deep breath, and after removing his hand, the emperor's eyes finally closed.
Wang Fulu closed his eyes fiercely and forced back the tears that were pouring out.
The only master in his life was gone.
His eyes remained on the emperor and did not move away for a long time.
The vaguely visible narrow phoenix eyes seem to still show his youthful demeanor when he was young.
Wang Fulu stared closely at these eyes, as if he saw another unyielding young man with pride. Unfortunately, the young man with this pride had his back crushed by the departure of the person he loved deeply.
He stood outside the Qianqing Palace. The dazzling sunlight prevented him from fully opening his eyes. He glanced at the kneeling minister. He opened his lips. What he said could not reach his ears, but he could clearly see the commotion caused. .
Like a stone falling into water, a thousand waves surged instantly, and many pairs of eyes were forced towards him.
Wang Fulu knew that they did not believe it and did not intend to believe it.
In the end, he was the only one who stayed by His Majesty's side. Oral orders were not considered imperial edicts, and His Majesty the Seventh Prince did not have any strong relatives. How could he suppress the overwhelming opposition that was coming up?
He clenched his palms tightly, and the skin where the Emperor's fingertips slid was still burning.
The emperor's two strokes fell into his palm.
Just one word "seven".
He wants to hand over the world to Lu Jieming.
The wind fluttered the hem of his clothes and made a rustling sound. The general was about to charge forward. Wang Fulu stood on the high white marble steps and spoke slowly, "Your Majesty also said that His Highness the Sixth Highness has bad morals and cannot bear big responsibilities."
The general became angry and walked faster, "Don't talk nonsense, eunuch. How can you trust the eunuch's words!"
Wang Fulu chuckled lightly, "General, what are you here to do? To hold me hostage, or to coerce and induce me to change my story? Your Majesty has just left, and you can't wait so hard?"
"A dead person cannot speak, and a dead person cannot change his words," he said to the general, then turned to the ministers and said: "What I said is His Majesty's Saint Yu, and His Majesty's Seventh Prince is the person designated by His Majesty. , the true dragon bloodline cannot be changed by anyone.”
"This old slave has served your Majesty all his life. In this life, he has only one master and will serve him for the rest of his life. Your Majesty is gone, how can I survive? Your Majesty, this slave is here."
After he finished speaking, he touched the handrail of the stone steps with his toes, jumped up, and let his head meet the bluestone floor directly.
He used clever tricks in the secret to almost prevent his own death from happening at all.
Blood splattered and pierced into the eyes of every courtier.
The voice of opposition that was waiting for an opportunity was gradually suppressed. Who was Wang Fulu? He was the only eunuch beside the emperor. He made his will known through death, and his death eliminated the possibility of talking back.
It also paved the first bloody path for His Majesty the Seventh Prince's orthodox status.
Only if he dies, will His Majesty's oral message take root in the hearts of everyone. Only if he dies in front of the courtiers, will the content of the oral message not be easily reversed in the future.
Only after he dies will the oral instructions become a dead law that can no longer be changed.
Soon, the voices of abiding by the late emperor's wishes and supporting His Highness the Seventh Prince's ascension to the throne emerged from the ministers. And getting bigger and bigger.
The general paused and touched his palms coolly, "Wang Fulu, you are so cruel, you are so cruel to yourself. Just die, it's better if we all die."
He threw off his sleeves, turned around and left, mobilizing troops overnight.
His Royal Highness Seventeenth Prince Lu Jinye left the palace in a secret passage. His single bay-red horse drove day and night. He was like a headless fly, looking for his seventh brother.
He heard "Five Elements Mountain" in a blur, and he ran all the way there.
The Five Elements Mountain was so big that he was terrified, fearing that he would not be able to find his brother, and that he would be overtaken by the general's men.
I don't know how long he waited before a white-haired Taoist priest found him.
He then followed the Taoist Priest into a rather tortuous tunnel. In the darkness, he held the Taoist Priest's sleeve tightly and muttered to himself, "The palace is in chaos. I want Seventh Brother to go back and take charge of the overall situation. I can’t be afraid, I have to be strong.”
The Taoist priest laughed when he heard what he said, "Your Majesty has so many princes, why does he have to do it?"
"He's the right person," he retorted extremely quickly.
The Taoist priest was quiet for a while, and when he was about to walk out of the tunnel, he said: "None of you have asked him if he is willing. Give it to others if they want it. This is not what he wants."
His Highness Seventeen is only sixteen years old this year. Hearing this, he muttered in a low voice, "Emperor, who doesn't want to be the emperor?"
The Taoist priest shook his head and stopped talking. He pointed to the cave and said, "Go ahead. He is there. He is not in a good condition. Please pay more attention when you speak."
His Highness Seventeenth responded repeatedly. The stone door of the cave was very heavy. He pushed open a gap with great effort. Along this gap, cold air suddenly rushed out.
I was immediately overcome with goosebumps.
The Taoist priest saw that he was really a weakling, so he opened the door for him and nodded to him, "Go ahead."
White mist filled the air, and it was cold everywhere. The sun was scorching outside, but it was bone-chilling cold inside.
The further he walked in, the tighter his arms tightened, until he saw the ice coffin - and the man next to the ice coffin.
He was really in a bad state. His phoenix eyes were drooped and unfocused, and his face was colorless white. Qi Qi tried to touch his shoulder and just hummed, "Brother Qi."
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The fingers suddenly retracted, it was too cold, like the body temperature of a dead person.
Lu Jieming's reaction was very slow. He blinked very slowly first, then turned his black eyes and looked at Shiqi, but did not speak.
"Brother Qi, our father is gone, we have no father," he still had a child's heart and cried while holding Lu Jieming's arm.
After crying for a few times, I felt my tears getting even colder when they touched such cold air. I sniffed and didn't dare to cry anymore.
Lu Jieming glanced sideways at the woman in the ice coffin, with a faint smile on his lips, "If he is dead, what does it have to do with me."
Shiqi was speechless, even forgetting to sob.
"Without that winter hunt, nothing happens."
He placed his fingertips on the ice coffin and slowly traced the woman's eyebrows, "If he had not given birth to me, my sister would not have met me, and her life would have been much better."
Shi Qi was trembling. Seeing his Seventh Brother's appearance, he lost control of his words and said, "Brother, Wang Fulu died for you, and many courtiers died in the process of supporting you as emperor. You... You have to go out and take charge, they can’t die in vain.”
Lu Jieming turned to look at him, as if he didn't recognize him. Slowly, his phoenix eyes began to turn red, and he stretched out his hand to hold his throat, "What are you talking about? Do you think I have any conscience? Who wants to die?" It’s none of my business!”
"Did anyone care when she died? Ah!" he shouted, the veins on his neck popping out.
He took a deep breath, looked at Qi Qi's face that turned red and turned green due to lack of oxygen, and let go of his hand.
"Go away. If the general wants to find me, tell him where I am."
He turned around and refused to say another word.
Seventeen took a breath and coughed for a long time. Rabbit's eyes were red and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He was about to walk out, but another word came to his mouth. He has admired Brother Seven since he was a child, and he has been a coward since he was a child. Dan, now his nose is so frightened that he is still trembling and talking,
"Brother, I...I bullied a girl, and that girl had my child. My mother said that I was too young to have a child, but I knew that she looked down on that girl's family background and insisted on forcing her to have a child. She had an abortion, but I refused and hid her in an inn on the outskirts of Beijing.”
"It's amazing that the child can still move in her belly. I will have my own child in the future. The feeling of being connected by blood is amazing."
"Brother, I was too selfish. I apologize to you. I wanted you to be the emperor. As the emperor, you can protect me and my mother. But I never thought that you wouldn't want to do it. I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong. You didn't want to do it. Emperor, we won’t do it, as long as you are happy.”
"Brother, if Sister Alang is here, she definitely doesn't want to see you become like this."
He saw Lu Jieming's hand hanging on his knee move, just a little bit.
As he spoke, he walked outside. When he finally touched the stone door, he cried out, "Brother, seventh brother, you have to be well."
(End of chapter)
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