Legend of the Orchid

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Kuangyin and his younger brother Zhao Guangyi chatted very happily. He felt dizzy from the wine and felt dizzy. He wanted to go to the Empress Song to rest, but the second prince's displeasure left the table. The room is very quiet.

How could he not know about his second brother's ambition, but Zhao'er's military achievements are not enough, and his military power is not enough. If the throne is passed on to him, he may not be able to compete with his second brother!

Zhao Kuangyin sighed for a long time, rubbed his swollen temples, and walked back to the announcement room.

The big announcement room was brightly lit with candles, and Zhao Kuangyin, a burly king, sat silently and meditated in it. He had been a soldier all his life, and his achievements in battle were outstanding. The crime of treason and mastermind, who can achieve great things, which one is not iron-blooded and ruthless?

He used to snicker that Zhou Huang Guo Rong didn't know how to cultivate the power of his son Guo Zongxun, and he took advantage of the loopholes. Now that the feng shui turns, he found that he couldn't escape this cycle, and let his second brother support himself. However, his own biological heir could not even be granted the title of a prince.

Alas, how can Zhao'er's power grow as quickly as possible?The emperor rubbed his eyebrows, struggling to find a good solution.

A gust of cool wind blew into the propaganda room, shaking the candles to death, Zhao Kuangyin was surprised that the lights were about to go out, and immediately became suspicious: How could there be a sudden wind in such a tight place?

The air is getting colder, and it seems like winter in September. Most of the candlelight coolies support it, but they hear the wind "chuck", as if someone blew a breath in the air, and the candlelight is extinguished in an instant, and a large darkness falls.

Zhao Kuangyin jumped up, and seeing a person standing in the shadow, he was startled and angry at once, and shouted: "Bold and crazy, how dare you trespass the palace!"

Instead of being intimidated, the man took a few steps forward. His resolute face gradually became clear, exuding the light of the rising sun that illuminated all things, but it instantly made Zhao Kuangyin's blood cool to the extreme.

Appearing in front of Zhao Kuangyin's eyes was the late Later Zhou Emperor Guo Rong!

Zhao Kuangyin's heart beat rapidly. He had never been afraid of anyone in his life. Even in the arduous battle of Gaoping, he had no fear in the face of [-] Khitan and Northern Han enemy troops. He took the lead in the charge, but he was only afraid of Zhou Emperor Guo Rong three points.

Guo Rong is Zhao Kuangyin's supporter, immediate boss, aloof king, and the god of war on the battlefield. Zhao Kuangyin has never forgotten the battle of Gaoping. Together, they drove the enemy back to Jinyang City. This battle helped Zhou Liguo and laid a solid foundation for the current Song Dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin admitted that he was indeed inferior to Guo Rong in terms of bravery and prestige.

Right now, in addition to being in awe of the former emperor, Zhao Kuangyin also has an added fear of the dead.

"Yuan Long, don't you want to be reunited with me on the reunion night?" Guo Rong slowly approached Zhao Kuangyin, although he was smiling, there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhao Kuangyin took a few steps back, and then he regained his composure, and said with a forced smile, "Master, why are you here?"

But seeing Guo Rong's face frown, a fierce light shot out in his eyes: "Good Zhao Kuangyin, you won't kneel down when you see me! How dare you call me the first emperor! You usurped the throne, you know that you have committed the crime of treason! "

Zhao Kuangyin was gasping for breath after being scolded, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead. He swallowed and tried to defend himself: "Your Majesty, I... there is a reason for my humble minister, and the seizure of the throne was not voluntary... "

"Shut up!" Guo Rong roared like thunder, his face became more and more distorted, "You don't want to be emperor, no one can force you! I treat you well, but you actually took my throne and changed the dynasty. The heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and there will be no place to bury the dead!"

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, it was as if his heart had been beaten with a sap, his ears were filled with thunder, and his face turned pale with fright. He couldn't help but uttered an exclamation, and fell down.

The guards heard the emperor's shout and rushed to rescue him, but found that there was no one else in the announcement room except a shivering emperor.

On the second day, the emperor postponed the court time for an unprecedented time. Even though he was sitting on the dragon chair, the formerly strong king had a gloomy face, dull eyes, and yawned again and again, looking listless.

The ministers were secretly surprised. His Majesty the Emperor was always in good health, and he had been tempered by the war. Even though he could review the memorials all night, he was fine, but now he was so depressed. For some reason.

After a few days, the reason seemed to surface. There were rumors that every night, there would be shrill screams from the emperor's announcement room. No one dared to think that the emperor was screaming, but the facts might explain everything. Zhao Kuangyin was getting thinner and thinner, The originally burly body was so thin that only a skeleton remained, and the inside of the dragon robe was empty, like a walking corpse.

Two people quickly noticed something was wrong, one was Zhao Guangyi, he was naturally happy that the elder brother of the emperor was weak, and guessed that it was Zhong Lan who did it, so he couldn't help but regard him as his ally. It's a pity, if he had taken a fancy to Zhong Lan at the beginning, then this seemingly weak but powerful person would have already lived together with him.

By chance!But it was four years late, and Zhao Dezhao took advantage of it.Looking at the pot of white orchids on the high stool, Zhao Guangyi couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

The other is Zhao Tingjie. He has learned the spells of Zhonglan and Dao'an many times, and he has also consulted the Taoist priest Baimei of Baiyun Temple. With a good Taoist leader, the two have no reason to tease the king.

It can only be Lan'er, but Lan'er is lingering with her every night, how can she have time to cast spells and do evil?

In fact, Zhao Tingjie is a typical protective mentality. He likes Li Zhonglan, and thinks that Li Zhonglan is kind and weak, and will not do evil, but he doesn't know that Zhonglan will light incense in the room every night, so that he goes to bed early, so that he has time to commit crimes.

Zhong Lan didn't want to target Zhao Kuangyin at first, but Zhongqiuye was too angry, so she turned her anger on Zhao Kuangyin, intending to frustrate the Zhao family's arrogance. Unexpectedly, Zhao Kuangyin was also timid, and was frightened several times. Later in the evening, the powerful emperor fell ill, and Zhong Lan felt that it would be better to strike while the iron was hot and bring him down.

Anyway, Zhao Kuangyin has hatred for his country's destruction, and his parents are also missing in the flames of war. Family enmity and national hatred are counted together, so there is no need to be kind to Zhao Kuangyin. Zhong Lan did not expect Li Yu to restore the country, but maybe Li Zhongyu is expected to take over the restoration The burden of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

As for who will be the next emperor after Zhao Kuangyin, Zhong Lan hopes that it will be Ting Jie, but no matter who is the new emperor, he will not let him go.Right now, I can only try my best to hide it, I hope Ting Jie will never know what he did.

Seeing that his father's health was deteriorating day by day, Zhao Tingjie was very worried. Although he had not been close to his father since childhood, his blood was thicker than water, and he definitely didn't want to see his father in trouble. Unfortunately, it is necessary to concentrate and recuperate, and it is not suitable to work hard, which makes Zhao Tingjie's heart feel heavier and heavier.

On this day, Zhao Kuangyin forced himself to go to the morning court with his sick body. The ministers couldn't help sweating when they saw the emperor's face turned dark and he was panting non-stop.

When the war between the Song Dynasty and the Northern Han Dynasty was launched, because the Northern Han Dynasty colluded with the Liao Kingdom and forced heavy troops on the border, Zhao Kuangyin was in a hurry and coughed violently for a while, coughing up blood, which made Zhao Tingjie's eyebrows thump wildly.

After coming down to court, he didn't go back home immediately, but went to Die Xiang. Maybe this matter had nothing to do with Lan'er, but if it really did, what should we do?

In the evening, Zhong Lan lit incense and accompanied Ting Jie to read a book, but he found that the other party was absent-minded, so he tapped Ting Jie's sideburns with his index finger and said with a smile: "What are you thinking? You have been reading this page for half an hour Already!"

Zhao Tingjie took a deep look at him, closed the book, and smiled: "I don't want to read it, it's better to do something interesting." After saying that, he blew out the candle and pressed Li Zhonglan heavily on the bed.

Ting Jie's actions were rough and intense, in exchange for a series of fragmented groans|groans from the people below him. He hoped to spend the night in a fierce battle between the two of them, but things didn't work out. Fall asleep as usual.

Zhong Lan put the courtyard steps on her back, then put on her underwear and meditated on the bed with her eyes closed, concentrating on doing the exercises.

Zhao Kuangyin is currently physically weak, so he just needs to scare him a little more. By the way, I heard that Guo Rong's son, Guo Xirang, was killed by Zhao Kuangyin, so I can use this dead ghost to scare the emperor. Unfortunately, Zhong Lan has never met Guo Xirang, and is hesitating How to draw a portrait of the other party.

Maybe it looks like Guo Rong, or more like his brother Guo Zongxun?

Just as he was deep in thought, a cold hand touched Zhong Lan's shoulder, and a terrifying voice sounded beside his ears: "Lan'er, it really is you!"

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It will be updated every day, but I haven’t written web articles for many years, and I don’t understand some new regulations, so if a few chapters are locked accidentally, I will revise them back in a week