Record of ups and downs in troubled times

This winter has been extremely cold.

The red bricks and brown tiles in the capital city, reflected under the white snow, look like a struggling monster with a big mouth that is about to die of illness, showing extreme horror.Standing with his hands behind his back, Liu Pu looked down at this majestic palace that "belongs to him". He remembered that the officials in charge of observing the astrology and the calendar had cryptic words, and what they said were all signs of five stars or great changes.

What is the "big change" that the star officials said, when it happened, and how to deal with it properly, these countless questions flashed in his mind for a moment, and then disappeared.

The emperor looked at the stretching snow scene inside and outside, and only thought of a small incident in his childhood, a very small and small thing.

It was about twelve or thirteen years old, and it was also a time when it was snowing heavily. Several young masters from the academy agreed to make snow dolls together to play around.Liu Pu's family is a pampered person, but he doesn't like those rich kids who don't touch the spring water, so he leaves them and only hangs out with Tan Er.

The academy was run by the royal family, so no matter how much the rich boys and girls messed around, they wouldn't dare to really make things difficult for the little emperor.These children who study together, to put it mildly, are called the emperor's classmates; to put it bluntly, aren't they just a companion?

Since he is unwilling to make mistakes, he can only stay at a respectful distance.The friendship between children originally comes from stumbling and fighting. Without these two things, we can only draw a clear line and never communicate with each other.The little emperor and the second son of the Tan family are quietly making snowmen here, while the other half of the garden is full of laughter, laughter and squabbles of teenagers. Although the styles are very different, there is an inexplicable sense of peace and tranquility.

That guy Yangui is considered a "virtuous" man who can wield a knife and wield a sword, and cook porridge and soup, but he is small and clumsy in his hands and feet. White with cold.Liu Pu stood aside, and as soon as he took off the cotton covers on his hands, he was about to go into battle by himself, fiddling with the snow on the ground, in the name of helping Tan Er, but in fact it would only make things worse.

The little emperor's temper was not very good since he was a child, coupled with his high spirits, he was particularly easily irritated by the slightest little things.For the clumsy Liu Pu, building a snowman was no less than asking him to embroider flowers himself, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Tan Er, and he didn't want to let the palace servants help him, so he could only do it Every time the pile collapsed, it made him more and more provocative, making his heart more and more angry.

Just at this time, a snow dumpling thrown over by mistake ignited the fire.

The few teenagers over there had already piled up a pile of snow that couldn't be seen clearly, laughing and laughing, throwing a snowball with one hand, and smashing the opponent's body desperately.The joy of smashing people, the one who was smashed laughed, and it’s over when you smash it back, but Liu Pu is not an ordinary child, he is the current saint, if you hit him, you will make a mistake of insignificance and disrespect in front of the palace The serious crime is the felony of disturbing Shengjia and damaging Shengwei.

What's more, there is a small stone wrapped in the snow dumpling very inadvertently.

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and everyone looked carefully at the red marks on the little emperor's forehead that were cut by the tip of the stone, as well as the gurgling line of blood.

Fortunately, Tan Yan came back to his senses early, and just as Liu Pu took a step with a sullen face, he wrapped his arms around the little emperor's waist, gently pulled him back, and shouted loudly at the palace man beside him, "please ask the doctor quickly!" Come and see!"

Tan Yangui usually spoke in a deep and slow tone, but then he suddenly became high-pitched, because he was afraid that Liu Pu would lose control of his emotions for a while, and execute the rash and flustered child on the spot.This matter can be big or small, for Liu Pu, the worst thing is to have a harmless scar on his forehead, but for that child, it is too worthless to lose his life for a small snowball .

It's a pity whether it's worth it or not, and it's not his turn for the second son of the Tan family to speak, and even the emperor himself has nothing to say: the queen mother heard about this, and the next day the child's family was beheaded.

Its description is easy, like crushing a little ant that is of no use to death.

This was the first time Liu Pu saw a dead person. If he insisted on counting it, it could be said that he was the first person to die by his hands. The cause was nothing more than a small, unintentional stone wrapped in it. Snowball, that's all.

As for the scar, after only three days of ointment, there was no trace left.It should have been there, reminding him how the child and his family died at his hands, reminding him of the sins he had carried on his body, but the scars disappeared so cleanly, it was like everything was imagined .

Just like this heavy snow, it completely wrapped up Miyagi and wiped away all the filth.

Everything seemed to have never existed, but he knew in his heart that those things existed, and they could only be covered up and could not be modified.

Scars are so easy to dissipate, but what about Liu Pu himself?

Is it possible that the name of his Liu family is engraved everywhere in the country of thousands of miles?Wasn't Liu's dynasty snatched from others?Isn't the founding father of one country also the rebel general of another country?

Indeed, he thought that he had always been lazy, and he didn't want to understand things like self-denial and self-denial, and he was even more lazy to move, but there was a sentence that came from Old Master Feng's mouth, and it really fell into Liu Pu's heart: the winner is the prince and the loser Kou, successive rulers, when he did the best deeds in the world, others hypocritically praised him as "the Holy One is wise", and that's all. That old storyteller who chews his mouth dares to poke the backbone of a street mouse.

The little emperor was eager to win, and couldn't bear to be inferior to others, so he kept these words in his heart, and he was absolutely unwilling to ruin the Liu family in his own hands.But now, looking at the forest-white snow scene full of palaces, he suddenly had a rebellious idea: who said that Liu should be the only one in this country?

Is it because the others are incapable of sitting?If it wasn't for Cheng Nan who is also a face-saving lord, determined to find a legitimate reason to shut the mouths of the whole world, I'm afraid he would have kicked himself out of the capital city long ago; and if it wasn't for King Xiaoxiang's affair with the Queen Mother , I am afraid that he has already unceremoniously put on his "royal orthodox" identity and forced Liu Pu to abdicate.

There are people in Jiangshan who can sit on it, but the one who sits on it is him, Liu Pu.Could it be that Liu Pu is better than these two when he is the emperor?

not necessarily.

The older he gets, the more Liu Pu understands one thing: he takes himself seriously, but others don't necessarily think so.He didn't think he was really much better than Cheng Nan and King Xiaoxiang, no matter his experience or courage.He also began to slowly feel that if one day he really died in the country, various rumors might flow out in the streets and alleys, but as time passed, people would soon forget him and never mention him again.

It's like the vast snow covers everything, and it's like the snow disappears and the ice disappears, leaving no trace.

The world may forget him, maybe it will disappear more completely and faster than the scar on his forehead.He was struggling so hard, he might as well let go quickly, why bother to hold on so hard?

Liu Pu fell into an indescribable confusion for a moment, and a chaotic mood rushed into his heart, almost mourning.He glanced at the rolling endless snow again, pressed down the seven gourds and eight gourds that floated untimely in his chest, and turned around into the Nuan Pavilion of Changle Palace.

There is only one large study room in the warm pavilion. The left side is usually the place where Mu Tang grinds ink and practice calligraphy, and next to the window sash in front is the place where Liu Pu occasionally reads books and asks about political affairs.There is a twelve-corner glazed tile pavilion on each side of the Nuan Pavilion, surrounded by twists and turns, and it is the favorite place of the young luthier Su Jun.

In the past few days, Su Jun gradually became acquainted with everyone in the palace, and occasionally taught Mu Tang how to speak, or sat alone in the pavilion studying obscure music scores.There was wind leaking from all sides of the pavilion, so I don't know how cold it is in winter, but the little luthier refused to go into the warm pavilion, preferring to be outside with swollen hands and feet.

Are you afraid of yourself?

Liu Pu smiled slightly.

He walked slowly to the window, and according to the old rules in the past, he pushed the two windows outwards to let in the bone-chilling air-conditioning outside.But Liu Pu habitually looked around while leaning on the window lattice, but found that Su Jun was not there.

Such a big person, it is impossible to lose it for nothing.

But for some reason, the emperor felt a little uneasy that the rain was about to come.He walked to the other side and pushed open the window sash, but he still couldn't find Su Juan's shadow.

If he hadn't been confused, then he clearly remembered: he once warned Su Jun that he must never go out of his sight, and without his permission, he must never step out of Changle Palace.

But where are people now?

"Mu Tang," the emperor turned his head and asked the wooden man sitting upright practicing calligraphy behind the desk, "Where did the boy surnamed Su go?"

Mu Tang raised his beautiful but lifeless eyes, and saw the furrows on the emperor's brows very sharply.When others asked him what to say, he was always slow, but seeing Liu Pu's anxiety now, he himself became anxious too. It was difficult to speak at first, but now he is not good at speaking, so he stumbled and said: "Su, Su..."

After trying a few times, it became more and more impossible to form a complete sentence. The little bit of progress that Su Juan had practiced with him in the past few days had already been handed back to his mother's womb, and he couldn't remember any of it.

The emperor wanted to get angry habitually, but finally suppressed it.Assigned Xiaogong Ren said: "You, go and find Zhou Zheng for me."

The little palace man bowed and agreed, and when he was about to lift his feet out of the corridor of the warm pavilion, he saw the embroidered curtain raised from the outside, and Zhou Changshi hurried in with someone from the outside.The man behind him was older than himself, with creases like stuffed buns on his face, and a few strands of thin white hair protruding from the brim of his hat, he must be more than seventy years old.

"Your Majesty, this is the servant's master." Zhou Zheng gave a brief introduction, then immediately turned around and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Su assassinated the prime minister in Jingren Palace and was taken to prison!"

"Kill Cheng Nan?!" The emperor was furious immediately, and the anger that had just been suppressed rose three inches high, "It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than a failure! You bastard!"

"Master used to be the director of Jingren Palace. He saw the scene with his own eyes, so I invite him to come and report to His Majesty in person." Zhou Zheng stepped aside and stretched out his hand to ask the master to come forward.

"Your Majesty," the old man spoke slowly, with a solemnity that was used to wind and waves. "The aunt next to the queen mother seems to have something to do with this matter. This matter was done in one go. It doesn't seem like the child surnamed Su planned it, but it seems that someone else wanted to trap him to death."

Those who dare to speak so bluntly, except for these elderly people who have experienced the wind and rain in the palace and are about to become mature, no one else really has the courage; moreover, in the assassination, Su Juan was not killed by the guards on the spot, and he still survived. Going to the prison must be due to the old man.

Liu Pu tasted it carefully and understood.

This old palace man must have committed something before, that's why he was detained in the palace by the late emperor to atone for his sins.Now that Zhou Zheng brought him with him, it must be to atone for his crimes, so that his old master can leave the palace and return to his hometown.

Zhou Zheng is really a real person.

"Is there any physical evidence? Is the prime minister dead?"

Liu Pu rubbed his forehead, and insulted Cheng Nan with the slightest reluctance to be kind.

"There is physical evidence. A three-inch long willow-leaf knife was taken away by the prime minister's side, not to mention that there were several adults present. I am afraid it is not so easy to deny it. As for the prime minister, there is a knife on his chest. He was stabbed, bled a lot, and was sent to a medical officer for diagnosis and treatment."

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Mid-autumn update...it seems too late, sorry~_