Chapter 87 "I don't like this. There won't be a second time." His fingers slid down her cheek and landed on her thin shoulders.
"I don't like this. There won't be a second time." His fingers slid down her cheek and landed on her thin shoulders. Song Shiwei patted her shoulders gently, and with the sound of the jade ring on her waist, she disappeared into the hall.
"Go back to the mansion." As the sedan chair swayed, she fell into a light sleep. When Song Shiwei woke up again, she had already returned to the mansion. Her confidant Song Lin carefully put a fox fur coat on her.
Then he leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Your Majesty is still in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests."
"Don't worry about her. If she wants to kneel, let her kneel. She will come out naturally when she gets tired."
As the night deepened, Song Shiwei lay on the couch, covered tightly with a thick quilt. Suddenly, her brows knitted tightly, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and her pale face twisted slightly.
The teenage boy was wearing a dark-colored suit with a dragon pattern, with a few strands of hair hanging in front of his forehead. He smiled at her carefreely, brilliantly and flamboyantly.
"Master, Master, this is the article I wrote. Is it true that I have learned from you?"
"Master, please praise me. Am I really amazing?"
The boy pulled her sleeve in a noisy manner and shook her back and forth.
She bowed somewhat helplessly and said softly:
"Your Majesty, there is a difference between the ruler and his subjects. You must never do this in the future."
"But you are my tutor, the minister entrusted to me by my mother, the top scholar in the imperial examination, my favorite person...how can you be compared with others?" The young man read out a series of her titles in a boastful manner, looked at her speechless expression, and smiled slyly.
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The twenty-year-old young emperor who took power sat in the Golden Throne Hall. The twelve-tassel white jade bead curtain swayed slightly, and the light and varying shadows made it almost impossible to see the look in her eyes.
She was pressed to the ground by the guards and a royal edict was thrown at her.
"Song Shiwei, the Grand Tutor of the Jinzi Guanglu Doctor, is ambitious and evil-minded. He formed a clique for personal gain... The ringleader, Song Shiwei, shall be executed by slow slicing to vent the anger of the world. The core members of the clique shall be executed immediately and their heads shall be displayed to the public. The rest of the suspects shall have their property confiscated and exiled, and shall be severely punished."
The sound of countless people crying and begging for mercy was in her ears, and the bottom of her eyes was full of blood. The knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, cut off a piece of flesh from her chest, the second piece, the third piece...
Her skin and flesh were turned inside out and blood gushed out like a fountain. She convulsed in pain and swallowed the blood that kept overflowing from her throat.
Her eyelashes were stuck with blood and her vision was scarlet and shattered. She tried hard to open her eyes and see the person on the stage clearly.
The black crown robe fell like the sun, and she looked down at the ongoing executions.
She laughed out loud while looking up to the sky, blood gushing out of her mouth and nose. In this heart-wrenching pain, she actually forced her eyes to open wider, their brightness terrifyingly bright.
If she could do it again, she would definitely kill her first.
Song Shiwei was twitching in her sleep, her skinny fingers tightly grasping the quilt, her knuckles white and veins bulging. After a while, she woke up panting, her thin shirt almost soaked.
"Host, are you having a nightmare?" 10086 asked with concern.
It still remembered when it first received the mission, the person in front of it was covered in blood, with flesh and bones. She was cut to pieces and barely recognizable as a human. It was afraid that she would have nightmares, so it stayed in her sea of consciousness every night.
Song Shiwei put on a fox fur coat, sat up straight, and lit the candle beside the bed.
"I guess so." She didn't want to say much. She gently rubbed the little girl's head and said softly, "Please pass me the information about this world. I want to see what happened to this person."
"good."
This is an ancient romance novel titled "The Domineering Prime Minister's Fierce Love: Where Can the Orphans of the Previous Dynasty Run Away?"
The powerful prime minister was a romantic and suave man who had seen countless women. One day, he caught a glimpse of a woman in white dancing under a peach tree in the Chu Pavilion. In an instant, all the beauties in the harem looked pale in comparison.
He redeemed her and dismissed her harem, but one day, he discovered that she was an orphan of the previous dynasty and a traitor.
She approached him and liked him, just to restore the previous dynasty and take revenge. The two loved and hated each other for a long time.
Until the assassination that day, she stood in front of him and blocked the fatal arrow for him. He suddenly realized that no matter who she was or what her original purpose was in being with him, he loved her.
The two reconciled, joined forces, and discussed great undertakings together. After several years, they overturned the government and founded a new dynasty. She was the queen, he was the emperor, and the two saints ruled the country together.
The more Song Shiwei looked at it, the weirder it seemed. She pointed at the blue words flowing in front of her eyes and asked in confusion:
"Who on earth wrote this? It's full of nonsense."
"I can understand the prime minister's usurpation of the throne. The late emperor was mediocre in talent, and after he ascended the throne, the aristocratic families that had been suppressed for generations made a comeback and became more and more powerful. He is the young patriarch of the Cui family in the capital, the head of the aristocratic families today, so it is normal for him to do anything. When the late emperor was alive, they even influenced the issue of the succession, otherwise the throne would not have fallen to the young third princess. However, how could the aristocratic families, who are conservative and pedantic, tolerate her taking the position of the queen of a daughter of an aristocratic family. The Cui family has made the most contributions and has become a royal family, so the other aristocratic families who have contributed should also share the benefits. They will not allow him to have six palaces in vain."
"And the identity of the heroine. The previous dynasty has been destroyed for a long time. Even if there are orphans, who knows how many generations have been diluted. No one will care." In just one day, Song Shiwei had a general grasp of the situation in the capital.
10086 blinked and shook her head innocently. That was the plot of the novel assigned to her by the Administration, and she didn't know anything more.
Song Shiwei patiently continued reading.
The young emperor whose power was usurped is naturally the villain in the novel. She ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, and because of her young age, she and the people of the aristocratic family took over the military and political affairs of the court. When she was twenty years old and came of age, she was eager to take power and secretly contacted the royalists. Before she could make any move, she was discovered by the people of the aristocratic family.
In the winter of the first year of Jingrui, there was a heavy snowfall, and the emperor was forced to resign after his crime was exposed, and returned power to Song Shiwei. They seemed to have blurred the contradiction between the aristocratic family and the imperial power onto her first.
Song Shiwei chuckled and shook his head. Five years later, the young emperor secretly accumulated strength and gradually grew stronger. The first person to be killed was the regent Song Shiwei.
What followed was a struggle between imperial power and the aristocratic families. After fighting for several years, several aristocratic families were raided in succession, which immediately led to unprecedented unity among the aristocratic families. The aristocratic families with deep roots destroyed most of their savings and brought down the young emperor with lightning speed.
From then on, the emperor died and the dynasty ended.
Although she didn't know why the relationship between her and the aristocratic family was so harmonious in this world, if it was true as the small system in her mind said, that her original body had similar experiences to hers, she would never stand on the side of the aristocratic family. There must be something hidden.
She was born in a poor family, studied hard for twenty years, and became famous throughout the country when she passed the imperial examination. She won the first place in the imperial examination six times in a row and was personally awarded the title of the top scholar by the late emperor.
At that time, the people of the aristocratic families were jealous and tried to win her over with money and official positions, inviting her to join their faction and discuss great undertakings together.
She was young at the time and had no interest in such clique-building activities. She refused several times, and they immediately became angry. On that occasion, it was cold, and she was pushed into the frozen pond. She struggled and cried out. If the late emperor had not rescued her, she would have died in the lake. Since then, she has developed a chronic illness.
After that, with the late emperor's overt and covert protection, and her growing power, those people from the aristocratic families became cautious and stopped taking action against her.
So the original body took the opposite path from her and joined the aristocratic family?
Song Shi frowned and thought carefully for a while. Now there was too little information to make a conclusion.
She rubbed her swollen eyebrows, cleared her mind of the intricate web of relationships, and lay back down. What did all this have to do with her? No matter what choice she made, she would end up dying, being tortured to death by the order of the little emperor.
Let them fight if they want, as long as it is within a controllable range and does not cause too much turmoil. She will sit back and watch the fight.
The next morning, the red lacquer gate of the palace slowly opened, and all the officials were already waiting outside the Meridian Gate. The white breath condensed into fine frost, and the ivory tablets were frozen and sticky, but no one dared to rub their hands or stamp their feet.
The morning bell rang three times, and the officials sang the sermons, and all the officials filed in according to their ranks. Song Shiwei finally arrived, and ordered the sedan chair to go straight through the palace gate and stop in front of the hall.
He was so arrogant and domineering, but no one dared to stop him.
She was wearing a scarlet dragon robe and standing on the jade steps of the Golden Throne Hall. The golden cloud patterns embroidered on the hem of her robe flowed like blood in the morning light, making her cheeks look even paler.
She hugged the stove in her sleeve, walked slowly up, and sat in the seat under the throne.
The dragon throne in the center was empty, and the dragon head was staring at the princes and the others with its fangs and claws bared. When Song Shiwei arrived, the spies in the palace came to report that the little emperor had been kneeling for several days, and he fell ill when he returned yesterday, so he could not attend the morning court.
Song Shiwei bowed to the dragon throne, his eyes calm.
"If there is something to report, come to court. If there is nothing to report, leave court."
"I have something to report..."
It was all nonsense. Song Shiwei sat high up, listening to the prince's loud quarrels and curses, his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.
After the court session, the important ministers gathered together to review the mountains of memorials sent from all over the country. After reviewing them, they divided the stacks into two. The important ones were given to her and the prime minister for decision, and the unimportant ones were given to the two of them for review.
After reviewing memorials for the entire morning, Song Shiwei felt tired. Her eyelids half-closed, she rubbed her brows and closed her eyes to rest, indicating that the prime minister would handle the rest.
Before he could rest for a while, the little emperor's personal maid came to pay him a visit.
"Teacher, His Majesty has requested that he be invited. He said that his illness has improved a little and it is boring to stay on the bed, so he reviewed his lessons. There is one thing he does not understand, and he would like the Master to answer it."
"There are so many memorials, and the Prime Minister and I are exhausted. We can't go and read them in person right now. Let's talk about it another day." Song Shiwei refused without even thinking. She was upset when she saw the little emperor.
Even though I know that I am taking my anger out on others, I still find it hard to control myself, and I don't want to.
If she did anything else, she was afraid that the people from the aristocratic family would not do anything to her, so she would destroy her first.
Wu Qining lay in the tent with his eyes half closed and his face slightly pale. His condition was not as serious as rumored by the outside world.
Hearing the noise in the hall, she raised her eyes, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, hiding a sharp edge. She looked at the maid kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice: "How is it?"
The maid repeated what Song Shiwei had said. Wu Qining clenched his fingers until they turned white and dug deep into his palms. He pursed his lips slightly and then suddenly relaxed.
From the glimpse the maid gave, her anger was fleeting, as if it was just an illusion.
Wu Qining took a deep breath and said he would see you again tomorrow.
Song Shiwei refused after being invited three times.
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