Empty White
On that day, Taiji Palace deposed the tyrant emperor, and Guanyin Temple beheaded the evil woman. Each had its own chaos and its own justice...
At Taiji Palace, I asked Prime Minister Wang to take charge of the situation, and I asked Prime Minister Yan to go out to observe for me. There was no third person involved. Unexpectedly, Prime Minister Wang and Prime Minister Yan took Prime Minister Pei with them and went to Taiji Palace together.
The three ministers and their ministers wanted to depose the emperor.
Prime Minister Wang advocated choosing a new king from among King Shu and King Heng. Prime Minister Yan recommended Li Shiyilang as King Su, Li Shisilang as King Shou... Prime Minister Pei advocated the eldest son and the legitimate heir, and finally proposed King Yue.
Guanyin Temple.
"You evil woman!"
King Guangcheng cursed loudly.
"You witch!"
Li Junming cursed.
"It's you...it's you who made the Son of Heaven no longer like a Son of Heaven, and the Emperor no longer like an Emperor..."
"Today, even if my lord wants my life and sentences me to death, I will kill you!"
King Guangcheng's great sword stabbed at me, but I did not hide.
When the tyrant king arrived, if the princess of Liang had not protected me with her own life, I would have been a bloody mess.
After that day, the emperor was still the emperor, and I was still alive.
That day, at the Taiji Palace, the sage dismissed Prime Minister Pei's entire clan, and at the Guanyin Temple, the Emperor expelled King Guangcheng from Jingzhao...
Yan Qi and Li Junming were appointed by the tyrant emperor.
Killing people and destroying their hearts again and again.
The ways that tyrants have used to humiliate people, from the past to the present, are so numerous that I can’t even count them all.
I was covered in blood, but King Guangcheng's sword did not hurt me; it cut the saint's robe.
This is a heart injury, not a new one.
My body is getting weaker day by day, and the tyrant emperor is torturing my heart, which will last forever.
All the humiliation and shame have failed to make me depressed. How can I sit there and wait for death? I must take mad revenge.
He has the imperial power in his hands. I know I cannot defeat the imperial power, but I will never admit defeat.
He Nu, even though he is the emperor, there are places where his mind and power cannot reach.
My heart was in turmoil, and then it became calm as water.
That Mid-Autumn Festival, your majesty’s birthday, the moon was as bright as a lantern.
Chang'an is brightly lit and full of laughter, Taiji is hosting a night banquet to entertain guests from all over the world, but the emperor of the Li family is not in Chang'an Taiji.
That night, the moon was full, and the tyrant emperor and I worshipped the bright moon together.
Under the osmanthus tree, His Majesty the Emperor smiled and spoke to me in my ear. He asked me to remember this night forever and ever, and he asked me to never forget the emperor's birthday.
He Nu laughed, and I laughed too. I returned to the emperor what he had said, word for word.
I also want him to remember this night for life and death.
After laughing and talking, I joined him in paying homage to the Princess of Liang.
That Mid-Autumn Festival was His Majesty’s birthday, and his life, and my life, came to an end from then on.
Under the moon and flowers, the saint took away a pot of apricot blossom wine when he left.
After the tyrant left, I knelt down and told the Princess of Liang my intention to leave.
The princess was speechless. She took what she heard to heart and waved her hands, pretending she knew nothing.
After bidding farewell to the princess, I returned to my room alone.
After walking a few steps, I ran into Wuguizi, who was crying secretly.
Wuguizi, Wuchenzi, Guanyin Temple, the young lady beside the Princess of Liang.
On the emperor's birthday, the maids cried.
If the tyrant emperor saw or heard this, who knows how much trouble it would cause.
I brought Wuguizi and Wuchenzi to my room and let them cry there.
It turned out that ever since the Emperor of the Li family moved into the Guanyin Temple, Eunuch Zhu and Eunuch Chang had been accompanying the saint, and these two nobles naturally occupied the residences of Wuchenzi and Wuguizi.
Wuchenzi and Wuguizi were sent to stay with Namo and Tanwu.
Wuchenwugui is young, Namo Tanwu is a little older.
"Sister Namo wants to serve the emperor and no longer wants to serve the princess. Sister Namo said that if you can get the favor of your majesty, you will be able to obtain endless blessings and fortunes in the world."
Wu Chenzi cried loudly.
"Sister Tanwu said that the princess's life span is coming to an end, and she doesn't want to waste her life in this temple. She wants to enter the Taiji Palace. She doesn't want to guard the princess anymore, and she doesn't want to stay in Guanyin Zen Temple."
Wuquezi also started crying.
Namo, Tanwu’s residence, is close to the emperor’s bedroom.
"Sister Tan Wu is afraid that Your Majesty will like me, so she only wants Your Majesty to like her."
Wuquezi felt extremely aggrieved.
"Sister Namo does not allow servants to serve the saint. She said that the saint can only be served by her."
Wu Chenzi cried louder and louder.
Namo Tanwu, Wuchenzi and Wuguizi are not allowed to live in their houses anymore.
Wuchenzi and Wuguizi were at a loss and dared not say anything, let alone cry to the princess, so they could only cry to me.
"They refused to take you in, so I had no choice but to ask you to stay with me tonight."
I wiped their tears and told them.
"Tomorrow, Your Majesty will return to the Taiji Palace in Chang'an. At daybreak, you can return to your original place."
I will reveal what will happen tomorrow in advance.
"really?"
Wuguizi and Wuchenzi said in unison.
I nodded.
Tomorrow, the saint will leave Guanyin Temple.
It was a dry night. Wu Chenzi wiped away her tears with a smile, and she undressed and went to bed.
I stared blankly at the Buddhist scriptures that I couldn't understand. Wuguizi held the lamp for me and asked me.
"Madam, is Taiji Palace good?"
"Sister Tanwu, Sister Nanwu, why do you both want to go to the palace?"
"Do you think they can become imperial concubines? Can they be favored? Will the saint like them?"
After pondering for a long time, I told her, "In the Li family's Taiji Palace, if you are lucky enough to become a saint, that would be wonderful. But if you become a slave, that wouldn't be so good, and it wouldn't be so good..."
A saint's mood is unpredictable, and his likes and dislikes change rapidly.
Your Majesty's words and deeds are humiliating, and the emperor is humiliated at every turn. Taiji Palace is not a good place to be.
As for Tan Wu and Nan Wu, no one knows whether they can gain favor and become imperial concubines.
After I finished speaking, Wuquezi giggled and said I was weird.
"The Taiji Palace has only one saint, but tens of thousands of slaves. He wants to be the emperor. Only my lady would dare to say such a thing."
She was talking and laughing, blinking away sleepiness. I picked up the ink and wrote a suicide note in a casual manner.
I let her go to sleep.
"Madam, are you still not asleep?"
Wuquezi asked me.
"I'm feeling bored tonight. I'm going to walk along the Wei River to watch the moon and sunrise. No need to wait for me. Go to sleep..."
There are eight rivers in Chang'an, and behind the Guanyin Temple is a mountain.
Behind the mountain is Chang'an and the Wei River.
"yes."
Wuguizi undressed and fell asleep while hugging Wuchenzi.
I put the suicide note between the Buddhist scriptures and placed it in the most conspicuous place.
It said that I was going to look for Concubine Tong and Princess Zhaoyang... The meaning was unclear, but there was not a single lie in it.
I blew out the light in the room, holding the lamp, and without pushing the door open, I jumped out of the window and left.
Behind the Guanyin Temple, on that hidden mountain pass road, Ah Xiang and Yuan Xiao had been waiting for a long time...
We walked to the Wei River. Of course, I didn't want to jump into the river, nor did I want to watch the full moon and wait for the sunrise.
We walked along the Wei River. I put down the lantern, threw my veil hat into the river, dropped one of my shoes, sank my pearl hairpins and jewelry, and threw my bone fan into the water.
The only thing I have never thrown away is the Buddhist beads given to me by the Princess of Liang.
The half-broken jade disc should also be thrown into the water. If so, there will be a flaw.
If I keep it, I have a chance of winning; if I throw it away, I will definitely lose.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, the emperor’s birthday, we followed the Wei River and bypassed the Guanyin Temple.
That night, Princess Anyang of the Li family gave birth.
I pretended to jump into the Wei River, but actually escaped from the Guanyin Temple. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no curfew in the Western Capital, I blended in with the crowd and quietly returned to Yongxingfang in Chang'an.
Li Mimi was in pain, and Li Anan was praying.
Huayang prayed to God, asking him to give Mimi a daughter, a young lady who looked like both her mother and Zhaoyang.
As soon as the baby cried, Princess Anyang gave birth to a child.
All the servants withdrew and I lifted the veil.
Huayang happily held the child in her arms. After taking a look, she first laughed, then angrily said, "Throw it out! Feed it to the dogs!"
She threw the baby to me and I caught it steadily. Then I became suspicious, took a look at the child, and immediately returned to Anyang.
"It's time to throw it out to feed the dogs."
I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Huayang doesn't like young children, and I don't like babies either.
My elder sister wasn't happy, my elder sister wasn't happy, and Meimei followed our lead and also wasn't happy with the baby she had risked her life to give birth to.
The princess left the child to her husband, so how could husband Mu hold the child in his arms?
Helplessly, he tossed it around, and finally, Prince Shen held the child in his arms.
The child cried and the prince consort patted him to comfort him.
Prince Consort Shen said to Prince Consort Mu, "This is clearly your son, how come he looks so much like the Sage of Taiji Palace?"
Prince Consort Mu remained silent, while Princess Huayang clapped her hands and laughed.
Xixi's prayers failed to bring her a young lady who looked like her mother or Hime Hime.
Instead, they welcomed a handsome young man with a handsome face who resembled the tyrant emperor.
Anyang has loved dolls since she was a child. After that night, Li Meimei finally got the most beautiful doll. How could she not love it?
The next day, I hid in the princess's house.
The young man cried and laughed at times, and Meimei and I teased him together.
When Prince Consort Mu returned home, he said that last night, the saint was drunk and had sex with the maid of Princess Liang at Guanyin Temple.
One night, two.
The emperor was drunk and committed obscene acts in a Buddhist temple under the noses of his ancestors.
That tyrant emperor didn't even recognize his clothes.
The Princess of Liang was furious and took her maid into Taiji Palace at night. In order to appease the ancestors of the Li family, Empress Dowager Feng made the decision. The two ladies were taken into the harem of Xingqing Palace, one was given the title of Talented Lady and the other was awarded the title of Concubine.
Zhang Cairen, Wang Cainu.
Namo’s surname is Zhang, and Tanwu’s surname seems to be Wang.
Your Majesty was drunk and had sex with a maid?
The foolish emperor could only drink half a cup of wine. Once he got drunk with half a cup, how could he favor her while she was drunk?
Being confused and drunken is just an excuse for the superiors and the subordinates to help the tyrant emperor cover up his shame.
Hypocritical and pretentious, the tyrant emperor is pretentious and has been there since he was young.
At night, Huayang returned to Xingningfang with tears on his face and fatigue all over his body.
The rumor in Jingzhao spread like wildfire that I had committed suicide by jumping into the river. In order to conceal my whereabouts, Li Wanwan and Shen Yulü went to the Wei River and cried for me for half a month.
I hid in the princess's house and didn't go out every day.
The Wei River is above, connecting to eight other rivers.
For more than half a month, the tyrant emperor searched for my body in the eight rivers of Chang'an without stopping for a moment.
The emperor kept crying, but the princess couldn't stop. So, I made up my mind and asked Rudi to hold little Chang'an, and took Axiang and Yuanxiao to the Wei River to throw paper money...
This money from the underworld is naturally thrown to me.
The gold paper floated with the water and fluttered in front of the tyrant's eyes, while the yellow paper was blown away by the wind and stuck to the face of the mistress of the Yan family.
The tyrant searched the waters of Jingzhao but couldn't find my body. He only salvaged some small pieces.
He is unwilling to give up and he won't give up.
He came to his senses, returned to Chang'an, and immediately ordered the entire Chang'an to be blocked.
Henu, on the day I returned to Chang'an, it happened that I walked out of Chang'an.
That autumn and winter, His Majesty searched the entire Jingzhao, from heaven to earth, inch by inch. The six armies captured people day and night, and surrounded the northern and southern suburbs. The military and civilians in Chang'an felt like they were at war.
And I didn't go anywhere. I was in my Jingzhao Chang'an.
I worked as a maid guarding the Li family's imperial mausoleum. I knelt before the mausoleums of my mother and princess for half an autumn and half a winter.
I keep my last words.
The emperor is wanted, the tyrant is wanted. I am at the feet of the emperor, I am in front of the tyrant, and the tomb keeper Tan Jiuyue is covering for me.
On the day of Xiaohan, it was my birthday, the death anniversary of Concubine Tong and Princess Zhaoyang.
I knelt in front of the mausoleum. Tan Langjun came back from Chang'an, and Yan Qi and Yan Lin came with him. He spoke while crying, saying that he shouldn't have helped me deceive the saint. He said he felt regretful. He said that His Majesty the Emperor was seriously ill and had only three months to live.
He said, perhaps, Henu will never be able to taste apricots next summer.
For an autumn and a winter, the saint's body was soaked in water, and the emperor's blood flowed along the eight rivers of Chang'an, rising and falling, draining away drop by drop...
Yan Qi and Yan Lin told me that their grandmother was dying.
The tricks of a tyrant are many and vicious, I don't believe them.
The mistress's tactics are complicated and evil, I don't believe them.
I believe in Tan Jiuyue's tears.
I don’t believe in Yan Qi and Yan Lin’s tears.
"Your Majesty, he wants to see you in Taiji Palace."
"Grandma is dying, and she just wants to see you."
Three months.
You won't live long.
The crape myrtle flowers were stained with Ziwei's blood, and the emperor died in defeat.
I returned to Chang'an, and on Zhuque Street, I did not hesitate. I spurred my horse and returned to Taiji Palace again.
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