my cold noodle queen

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At this time, the headlights in the Tai Chi Hall had already gone out.The old emperor had gray temples and was old-fashioned. He was completely different from the ninety-five-year-old lord sitting on the dragon chair. With a hoarse voice, he struggled to make a sound: "Is Lao Qi here?"

The chief eunuch of the inner court bent his back and lifted the bright yellow goose pear gauze curtain, said with a bitter face, "Go back to the emperor, King Tengyou is already on his way back to the palace."

"Ha...ha..." The old emperor panted heavily, "Why are you so slow? Xiao Dehai, I have a premonition that Lao Qi... won't be able to come to the Tai Chi Hall..."

Xiao Dehai's eyes were red, and he almost shed tears. He entered the palace cleanly at the age of three, and accompanied the emperor at the age of seven. In 49 years, he has never seen the emperor so vulnerable.The emperor ascended the throne as a young man, full of heroism, and once had great ambitions. He swore an oath to be a successful and wise king, and gave the world peace and tranquility for the people of the world. ambition.

"Xiao Dehai, I saw them again! They are demanding their lives..." The old emperor's eyes widened, he waved his hands, his face turned blue, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Go away, go away, I am not harmed You, you are the ones who blamed me first...Ji Huaiyun...King Xiao...Ji Beichao...you asked for it! You asked for it!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's the matter with you? Come, tell the imperial doctor!" Xiao Dehai hurriedly shouted.

"Father, your harem is full of beauty, why don't you still remember Ji Beichao?" A black shadow stood behind the screen, and a red candle was cast on the peony screen, adding a heavy and melancholy color to the Tai Chi Hall.

"Who? Who is it? Is it my seventh child?" The old emperor was ecstatic as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

The black figure slowly came out from behind the screen, wearing a very heavy black silk robe, with a sneer in his stern eyes, looking at the frightened old emperor with a half-smile, "Father, whatever is on his mind, whenever and wherever It’s the seventh brother! You’re also a son, and your favoritism makes my minister feel cold!”

"You! It's you!" The old emperor's fingers trembled, his eyes spewed fire, and he was full of hatred, "Niety! Niece! I'm raising tigers for trouble, I knew you had ulterior motives... guess, on you, the day you were born, I... should drown you!"

"It's late! Father still remembers that a fortune teller said that my son's fate is peculiar, and he has the honor of ninety-five years. You didn't miss the opportunity to kill me at that time. If it weren't for King Xiao's protection everywhere, I'm afraid my son would have arrived at Yin Cao Difu. How can I stand here and talk to my father?" Ji Yuanmao said with a smile, gritting his teeth every word.

"You! You!" The old emperor was so angry that his arms were hanging down weakly, "I regret it so much! I wish I could kill you! Ji Yuanmao, you killed your father and king, the world cannot tolerate you, I... want to tell the world, expose Your true face."

Ji Yuanmao laughed wildly: "Royal father, you are really confused. To tell you the truth, your seventh prince has been imprisoned in the South China Sea, so don't think about it in this lifetime."

The old emperor looked at Ji Yuanmao incredulously: "Your conscience has been eaten by a dog! Yuan Yao treated you well, yet you actually repay your kindness?"

"Repay kindness and revenge?" Ji Yuanmao seemed to have heard the big joke, "These four words should be the most appropriate for you, right?"

"As expected...as expected...you acted against the sky because of what happened to Ji Beichao." The old emperor regretted not being as good as before. Putting her in the cold palace is already a great kindness."

"Really?" Ji Yuanmao seemed to be looking at a dying stupid pig, "Where is Ji Huaiyun? Where is the Duke of Beihai? Where is King Xiao?"

The old emperor was dying: "Ji Huaiwan took credit for his pride, deceived the emperor, and deserved to be punished for his crime. The king of Beihai County conspired against him, and he was punished with the same crime. King Xiao repeatedly contradicted me, sent troops without authorization, and disobeyed the imperial decree. He deserves death. I am not wrong, the emperor is not wrong, it is they who are wrong."

"Hehe..." Ji Yuanmao wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, "You really have no conscience, and you don't even have the slightest remorse when you die!"

"What do you know? If you stood in my position, you would do the same..." The old emperor gradually gave up struggling, and finally said, "The throne is made with blood. I have to do this, Blame them for bad luck."

"What about me? I'm your biological child!" Ji Yuanmao roared, his eyes flushed.

"You? You are a child of Ji Beichao, mixed with the blood of the Ji family. I can't let someone with the blood of the Ji family live in this world and threaten my country. If it weren't for your sincere and useless pretending all these years, how could I Will you be allowed to live today?" The old emperor said unconsciously, his eyes were empty and he lost focus.

Ji Yuanmao's only ties of blood were broken, she was extremely desperate, she smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes: "You killed thousands of people in order to sit firmly on the dragon chair, and you always find various reasons to cover up your selfish desires and mistakes. You never consider other people's feelings. That icy throne has chilled your blood to the bone, and you have given yourself a little bit of humanity. You seek pleasure, waste government, listen to flattery, and kill loyal people. , fish and meat common people, you are the one who everyone gets and punishes."

The hall of Tai Chi, which was mixed with thunder and rain, was dull and frightening, the door was thrown open by the roaring wind, and the beautiful and strong red candle was extinguished. A generation of emperors roamed the world for decades. In the dark night of whimpering, the soul dies.