king of the dead

"Since you are already in this situation, why bother?"

"Your Majesty, as long as you are here, this hope is still alive, and the servants will do their best to go through fire and water, no matter what!"

In a shaded corner of Jiagui Palace, Yan Gen knelt on the ground with his head deeply buried, and in front of him was Emperor Lingyun who looked at him with pity - Dou Tinggui.

Since Yan Gen successfully entered Jiagui Palace that day, he will appear here every now and then, always quietly, except for Xiao Linzi who is guarding the door, no one else knows.

Today he came by accident, he was driving Shang Ying over, so he temporarily hid behind the bed curtain and listened to the conversation between Shang Ying and Dou Tinggui.

After Shang Ying left, he walked out from behind the bed curtain, staggering and showing grief.

He knelt on the ground and took out a letter from his bosom. The letter was written by Grand Master Wen himself, planning to rescue Emperor Lingyun from the Palace of Four Seasons, and advised Emperor Lingyun to ensure the body of the dragon in order to restore the great cause in the future.

After reading the letter, Dou Tinggui lowered his arms, and the letter paper was held between his fingers, light and light, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment.

He said, why bother?

Yes, why bother.

But there are some missions that have to be done. It seems that people will feel that they lack that backbone until the last moment when they risk their lives.

In the twelfth lunar month after the destruction of the Great Ling Kingdom, the weather was extremely cold, cold to the bone marrow.

In the Palace of Four Seasons, the nobles who come and go are all wearing furs, fur hats, and boots with pointed heads made outside the Great Wall.They shuttled among the exquisite palaces with carved beams and painted buildings, walking swiftly like the wind, but never stopped to look up, looking at the wealth and honor painted by skilled craftsmen, and the incomparable beauty contained in the painted and carved beams.

When the palace people saw the nobles coming, they all bowed their heads, and when there were no one, they could always see three or five piles huddling into one place.

The wind knife cutting people is unprecedentedly cold, as if chasing all the way from beyond the Great Wall.

Shangying has not been in the Jiagui Palace for some time, the end of the year is approaching, and the political affairs are extremely busy. The prefectures and counties around the country have sent additional officials, and the fortresses in various places have deployed soldiers. Enwei goes hand in hand.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is only three or five days away.

The wind that had been blowing for several days finally stopped, but it snowed again this day, and it was already a foot deep in less than half a day.

After nightfall, except for the patrolling soldiers in the palace, all the people in the palaces had already returned to their courtyards. There was only a white snow in the Four Seasons Palace, and there was no sound.

When it was about midnight, Yan Gen pushed the door in from the outside, his coat and hat were covered with a layer of snow flakes, and his face was red with cold.

He came in and went straight to Dou Tinggui, knelt down, and said: "Your Majesty, everything is ready and we can do it."

Dou Tinggui stood in front of the bed in thin clothes, his face was as calm as water, and he asked lightly, "Is it worth it?"

Yan Gen touched the ground, and replied: "I entered the palace since I was a child, from sweeping in front of the court to serving tea, and then serving in front of Emperor Lingxiao. I don't ask whether it's worth it, I don't understand big things, and I dare not When discussing merits and demerits of the Lord, I only know that Your Majesty is Da Ling's Majesty, and your slave is Da Ling's slave, and as long as you have a slave, you should die loyal to His Majesty! Deathly loyal to Da Ling!"

Dou Tinggui raised his head and smiled silently, not knowing whether it was gratification or helplessness, let alone whether he was laughing at other people's idiots or himself.

Either way.

He seems to have accepted his fate. After all, fate has never been on his side, so let him go.

There are several tall candlesticks in the Jiagui Palace, which are in the style of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. If all the candlesticks are lit at night, the palace will be illuminated brightly.

It's just that the palace has not been bright for a long time.

Yan Gen personally rotated and moved a candlestick, revealing a hollow under the base, and the other side of the hollow used to be the Asparagus Hall where books were placed for the prince to study, but it was abandoned later.

Grand Master Wen once taught the princes there, so he naturally knows this secret way.

At this time, all the people waiting in the Wenzhu Palace are the old palace people from the past, some of them served the master personally in each palace, and some did the clumsy work of washing and gardening. They all hoped that one day Daling would be restored, even if There will be no such day, and I hope to keep the old master safe by my own strength.

It's a pity, if Daling's officials and generals had this awareness before, how could the country be taken by force.

The Asparagus Hall is close to the east gate. At this time, the guards of the east gate have been restrained, and there are loyal guards arranged by the ministers to guard them. As long as they go out of the east gate, there will be people outside to meet them.

The journey went smoothly, and soon, Dou Tinggui left the palace gate surrounded by these people.

Dawn will come after midnight, and perhaps a new beginning has arrived.

In order to lower the target, only Taishi Wen was the one to respond in the city, and the other old officials stayed at home and waited for the news. When Emperor Lingyun left the city smoothly after the city gate opened tomorrow, the mission of the officials will be completed. What is waiting for them? I didn't think about it, but I was clear in my heart.

After meeting the emperor and ministers in the old days, Grand Master Wen couldn't stop crying. This disciple he was once proud of, at this moment, is like a sharp thorn in his heart--as a minister, I regret that for the sake of personal gains and losses, in the change of seizing the heirloom a few years ago, I insisted on being wise and safe, and kept the middle way, so that the prince lost the opportunity at that time, and ignored the righteousness of the country, so that it has reached this point today .

But time cannot turn back, thousands of rivers have finally flowed into the sea, and the debris and dust will never return to the original paradise.