After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

When Xie Tan was young, he worked in the warehouse of the Ministry of War, in charge of maps of various places. At that time, what he saw was either a small piece or a pattern equivalent to that of the Dazhao.

It was not until he stepped into the Yuji Palace, the palace where emperors of all dynasties kept their books, and saw the map covering the entire palace wall...

It turns out that there are so many countries outside of Dazhao. The border of the land is the sea, but what is on the other side of the sea?

The sky is endless, how can the earth have boundaries?

At that time, he seemed to have a fire burning in his chest.

But later, he did not expand his territory because he found that no matter how much he did, no one would share his joy. His heart was empty and there was no point in doing anything.

Later, she came back to him. He thought at that time that as long as she was there, it would be fine, even if she had someone else in her heart.

Now, he often wondered, had he done well? Was it enough? Why was her heart still occupied by someone else?

He wanted her to look at him more and wanted her to think that he was the best man in the world.

For this, he would give the world to her.

Xie Tan wrote on the memorial, "I want the Kingdom of Laos."

The eunuch took the order and left.

Later, the Dazhao army swung its sword across the world with the force of thunder, and the first to bear the brunt was Laos, which had first provoked the war.

Later generations have had mixed opinions about this emperor. The criticisms are simply that he was tyrannical, disrupted the balance of the world, and launched wars everywhere.

But he was also merciful and never massacred captives. Those who surrendered became his people.

Of course, the cabinet was full of concern and condemnation about this matter. If one wanted to expand the territory, one should not rule the world with benevolence.

This is contradictory.

Many prisoners of war were unarmed women or young children. To them, the country was in danger and there was nothing wrong in defending their country. They were innocent.

But their fathers and brothers all died under the emperor's majesty. How could they not feel resentment if they were allowed to live?

Xie Tan also knew that mercy was a taboo for those in power in troubled times. But he always remembered that the downfall of the Song family was due to being implicated and killed indiscriminately.

He didn't want to be the kind of person who killed innocent people.

However, Xie Tan soon realized that he was wrong.

The incident happened two months after he and Song Nihuan returned to the palace, and half a month after they conquered Lao and Chen.

The territory of Dazhao was expanding and the atmosphere of national celebration was still intense. Xie Tan was immersed in the sense of accomplishment of opening up new territory and was completely unaware of the danger coming.

He was assassinated on the way to the Song family's ancestral home with Song Nihuan to pay homage.

After offering sacrifices to their deceased relatives, he watched her sighing and whispering for a long time in front of her parents' spirit tablet.

When she turned around and looked over at him, their gazes met through the distant green smoke from the ancestral hall.

He saw the tears flashing in her eyes.

Song Nihuan took Xie Tan's hand and said to her parents' spirit tablet: "Thanks to Tan's deep love, my daughter has been spared from wandering for the rest of her life... Father, mother, if my daughter remarries, please forgive me."

Remarry? Who to marry? ——Xie Tan froze behind her.

She turned her head and frowned at him, and whispered, "When I was fourteen, I was sent to the Jiaofang Bureau and was supposed to commit suicide."

Her father was a typical scholar-official, old-fashioned and orthodox. He could never accept that his clean and innocent daughter had become a plaything for pleasing others.

"But I'm still alive today. I wonder what my father would think if he knew that I was going to remarry. Brother Tan, I don't want to be a queen. You just need to give me the common husband and wife ceremony." There was a faint smile on her snow-white face, and her tone was calm, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

The position of queen is too far away, and it is too difficult to reach that position.

But she didn't want to embarrass him.

What's more, she didn't originally demand status from Xie Tan.

Xie Tan's eyelashes trembled, his heart was shaken, and he held her hand tightly.

The next moment, the tall and graceful emperor knelt on the cushion.

Xie Tan didn't dare to speak. He felt a little dizzy. No matter what he said, he couldn't express the shock in his heart.

He was also afraid that in the excitement he would say something that might make her change her mind.

He didn't say anything, just stared at her quietly, his eyes filled with joy of regaining what he had lost.

Since his reunion with Song Nihuan, when he firmly asked her to stay in the palace, and then to their later close intimacy, his deepest fear and anxiety was that she had never expressed her love for him.

But at this moment, it didn't matter whether she liked him or not.

She was willing to stay with him and marry him.

enough.

The sudden rain was so heavy, bringing with it an inexplicable sense of desolation and descent. Xie Tan, holding an umbrella, walked out of the ancestral hall hand in hand with his finally-won lover. Although ten years cannot be said to be a period of tremendous change, the fact is that with the change of imperial power and the passage of time, the original location of the Song family mansion is now in the suburbs of Beijing.

The emperor's carriage had been driving out of the Song Family Ancestral Hall for only an incense stick's time when it reached the riverside when suddenly a group of men in black rushed over. The horses were frightened and the ground was soft after the rain, so they were about to fall into the river.

The group of men in black were like maggots, fighting with the silver-haired emperor. Under their sudden attack, Xie Tan, with his few Jinyiwei, still gained the upper hand. However, there were too many men in black, and he could not extricate himself. He could only watch her fall into the turbulent river with the carriage.

It was just an ordinary assassination. Their target was not her, and they didn't even know who she was.

She was just implicated.

It is not difficult to check these men in black. They came to kill the emperor with the determination to die. Who else would be willing to sacrifice their own lives to see the emperor die, except for the old Laotians who had just been recovered and pardoned?

The emperor was safe and sound, but the mysterious concubine was nowhere to be found. The river was searched many times but to no avail.

There is only one short green blade.

The blades were curled.

The Jinyiwei carefully put away the short blade and handed it to the emperor.

Xie Tan returned to the palace and locked himself in Yuxiu Palace.

There were vermilion pillars, a glazed screen, and on the dressing table was the white jade comb he used to comb her hair. He stroked the glossy jade comb, which seemed to still have her body temperature.

There were some small things on the dressing table, all of which she liked. She took away the silver hairpin, which she wore most often. He seemed to still see her smiling thoughtfully in the bronze mirror when she pinned it on her bun.

Xie Tan's eyes swept over and saw that the incense she had mixed in the green-glazed Suan Ni incense burner was still burning. The warm smoke was flowing, and strands of it seeped into the shark silk tent, entwined with each other and then dissipated.

The hazy tent was like a dream, in which he and she had rubbed each other's ears and touched each other's skin, in a peaceful and joyful atmosphere.

Many nights, her snow-white body was closely touching his, her brows were relaxed, her breathing was steady, and her sleeping face was beautiful. At that time, he had no desire for sex, only peace and tranquility in his heart.

The pearl that shone in his heart at the age of seventeen finally illuminated his entire life when he was twenty-seven.

But it was so short.

Xie Tan closed his eyes, feeling heartbroken.

Then his eyes fell on the desk, where a half-finished memorial was still there, as well as some small ornaments that she liked. She often sat in front of his desk to practice calligraphy, and when she got tired of writing, she would hold her chin with her hand and look at the clouds outside the window.

There was a heavy thunderstorm and lightning lit up the entire night sky.

No one could persuade the emperor to stop attending court for seven days.

The white-robed monk pushed open the heavy door of the palace, stirring up a cloud of dust. As he entered, he kicked over a broken inkstone.

There were also memorials written in red ink by the emperor on the floor.

Xiao Xuan leaned over and picked up the letter, his brows gradually furrowed.

"A Repentance Edict"! ?

He was silent for a moment, and there was a hint of thunder in his words, "You, want to abdicate?"