Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

This young man in white was Feng Changhuan who had just left Buddhism and traveled to Tianyu Mountain.

He used his spiritual power to hang Gu Qingzhou's life, and took the risk to operate on him. Fortunately, the father and son were safe.

The purgatory torture continued for several hours, and with a loud baby cry, Prince Beiming came into the world.

The man stood by the bed in a panic, and the newborn baby didn't take a second look. Feng Changhuan wrapped the baby tightly in a thin quilt and sent it to Ming Zhijin's arms, but he didn't even look at it.

"He is your son, even if you don't love him, how pitiful he should be."

"Because his arrival almost caused me to lose my beloved, I really... can't fall in love."

"But Zai'er is your child, I don't think he would want you to treat Zai'er like this."

Feng Changhuan pointed to Gu Qingzhou, whose face was as pale as paper and whose breathing was weak.

"I think he loves this child very much, otherwise he would not use his life to protect him. This person is from the Yan tribe, right?"

Ming Zhijin nodded silently.

"I heard that the Yan people will be weak to death after giving birth. Just now I felt that this child has a powerful spiritual power that is difficult for ordinary people, but he did not take away all the spiritual power and vitality of his father. You should thank him."

"I don't know if I should thank him, but you..."

Feng Changhuan washed away the blood, saw Ming Zhijin kneeling in front of him, and quickly helped him up, "I can't bear this, get up quickly."

"You saved their father and son, I should be the one to thank you. The glory and wealth, the power over the world, as long as I have it."

"I'm a person who can't even save myself. I don't have any plans to help him. If I have to ask for something, it's probably... After many years, there will be a place to take my homeless wolf cub."

After saying this, Feng Changhuan left without looking back.

When I went out, I happened to pass by Sui Chenyue who heard the news. The latter noticed the extraordinary temperament of this young man, and wanted to keep him for a moment, but gave up when he smelled the strong smell of blood.

Sui Chenyue has some means of saving people. With the help of Feng Changhuan's remaining spiritual power, he dealt with the arrow wound on Gu Qingzhou's neck and helped him survive the catastrophe.

But even if he returned to Miyagi, even if Ming Zhijin couldn't stop calling in his ear, he still didn't wake up.

Because of this assassination, Ming Zhi no longer interferes in the government affairs, and pushes the state affairs to Sui Chenyue, and only stays with that person in the side hall.

The way of caring was not delicate enough, so he went to learn it. Worried that the palace people were not dedicated enough to serve him, he chose the medicine and boiled it himself.

For a full month, he stayed with him every step of the way, but the rice soup and medicine juice he fed every day was only enough to keep him alive. Seeing that Gu Qingzhou was getting thinner and weaker due to childbirth, and his body, which became weaker due to childbirth, could not be nourished, he insisted on this day. Angry and anxious.

Just when he was in the most pain, the notebooks of various ministries were finally handed to him across the years.

The Ministry of Etiquette tactfully consoled: Although there is a reality of husband and wife, the body of a man is a man after all, so it is not in accordance with the etiquette, it should be the time to favor the concubines in the harem and give birth to an orthodox heir.

The Ministry of Officials sternly reprimanded: the great supervisor Sui Chenyue took power in his hands, all dynasties have always hated eunuchs seizing power, please my emperor to cheer up as soon as possible, severely punish the chief supervisor, and regain power...

Before the eunuch finished reading, Ming Zhijin waved his hand and ordered his cronies to drag him out.

Even if he talks about important national affairs, success or failure, it is not as important as a bowl of soup in his hand.

He blew away the moisture, paused, and said, "Cut it off."

The cronies who had not heard the emperor's order to kill were a little hesitant, "Is that the eunuch?"

"There are also a few people who entered the zhezi. They don't know the depth. They really want to offend the widow..."

It was at this moment that he regained his lost imperial prestige, and although he hadn't walked out of the side hall, the imperial edicts were issued one after another.

For example, the son of Gu Qingzhou was conferred the crown prince, the imperial supervisor Sui Chenyue was given the name of "Nine Thousand Years", and he announced that his only son would be his sole heir, and Sui Chenyue's status was second only to him.

He held Gu Qingzhou's cold hand, "Qingzhou, the person I want to reward the most is you. I know you don't care about fame, but I don't know what you want. Wake up quickly and tell me personally, okay?" ?”

Sui Chenyue observed the two secretly, seeing that the fateful mandarin had fallen to this point, she couldn't bear it, so she went to hug the little prince.

That was the only son Ming Zhijin hadn't seen since he returned to the palace, and some palace maids tried to persuade him to see the crying prince, but he was rejected, but Sui Chenyue thought, he still had to give himself this face after all.

"go out."

The moment he stepped into the door, Ming Zhijin had already guessed his intentions.

"My emperor."

"Say it out, don't let the widow say it a second time."

"Why should my emperor be in a hurry, the slave is here to take the prince to see his father, you don't want to see him, the Prime Minister still wants to see him."

Ming Zhi is now dumb.

Yes, he was too selfish to ignore that person's mind.Qingzhou is looking forward to this child's birth so much, he must love him very much, how can he abandon it?

Sui Chenyue seems to be very experienced. He hugged the little prince and leaned next to Gu Qingzhou's pillow, and patted his buttocks. The wronged little prince cried loudly, as if he knew who his father was, and climbed onto Gu Qingzhou's body Holding his neck, snot and tears.

Worried that he would hurt that person, Ming Zhijin really wanted to tear the cub off, but Sui Chenyue stopped him.

"My emperor is better off to see how the child will wake up his father."

The little prince cried on Gu Qingzhou's body for a long time until his voice became hoarse. Suddenly he saw the person who hadn't moved for a month raised his fingers, raised his hand with great difficulty, and hugged the child in his arms.

Gu Qingzhou let out a long breath, before opening his eyes, tears flowed out first.

"...This cry, with ups and downs, resembles five tones...I'll call you, Palace Merchant..."

One month after his birth, the prince finally had his name.

But for Ming Zhijin, Gu Qingzhou's waking up does not know whether it is a disaster or a blessing. Since he opened his eyes, he has never moved his eyes away from Xiao Gongshang, and he has never even looked at him more.

This made Ming Zhijin's heart cold for the most part, thinking that he was not the one who woke him up, and that being with him for such a long time would not be worth the cry of the child, so both loss and joy coexisted in his heart.

Even so, Gu Qingzhou still made his heart extremely cold, and he said: "My emperor, I'm sorry."

No matter what the apology is, this my emperor is enough to alienate their relationship.

"It turns out that in your heart, I am still the emperor."

Ming Zhi left the side hall today, enduring his reluctance to give up, suppressing his concerns, and regaining control of state affairs, just to forget the pain in his heart.

In order to paralyze himself, he thoroughly investigated the assassination case, and learned that the prime minister ordered someone to do it, and before he could personally judge, the prime minister died unexpectedly.

This incident was too strange, but no one ever suspected Gu Qingzhou, who was recuperating in the palace, unexpectedly, in just three days after the incident, Concubine Yun also hanged to death in the harem. It was obvious who the murderer was.

Ming Zhi couldn't bear it now, he was so aggressive that he wanted to ask the teacher for his crime, when he left the imperial study, he saw the man kneeling outside the door.

It was a very cold day, and the fine snow on the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice. The man was still dressed thinly, shivering in the cold wind.

Thousands of words came to my lips, and they all became one sentence: "You still don't know how to cherish yourself."

Ming Zhi took off his imperial robe and put it on Gu Qingzhou's shoulders. He wanted to say something, but gave up thinking about it.

"My lord, I should be the one who pays the debt by killing people. I avenge nobleman Wan, and if I take my life, it's not a loss."

"If you avenge yourself, the widow will never stop you, but your life shouldn't be for her. Why should such a precious person as the widow take his life for someone who has nothing to do with it?"

"My lord, she is not an irrelevant person. She is the ignorant and ignorant me in the past. When I treat her kindly, I treat myself kindly. To avenge her is also to avenge myself. No matter what, the things I have done and the mistakes I have made I have to bear it alone, the death of Xiangye is because of me, and the death of Yunbi is still because of me, I will not argue, I will not wash away, and I am willing to pay for their lives."

Ming Zhijin hides the unbearable eyes, and helps Gu Qingzhou up.

"But I don't want to. I said that no one will deceive you anymore. If you give birth to a son of the royal family, you will be a member of the Changming family. From now on, the laws of the world will not bind you, but if you violate the laws of the Changming family, you will not be deceived." Don't try to get away with it."

That day, Gu Qingzhou was whipped for violating Changming's family law, and had three bloody scars on his back, which he kept for a long time.

The wound has healed, as evidenced by the scar, the pain is gone after the pain, but the heartache he caused to Ming Zhijin has never healed.

That man still treated him kindly, he was very kind to him, he always thought of him first in everything, and would send someone to him if he got something good, but he didn't look for him happily like he did when he was young, chattering endlessly Where did it come from, how is it different from ordinary products, and then tell him with a blushing face: Actually, I have said so much, I just want to give you good things, I hope you... don't dislike it.

Sui Chenyue asked Gu Qingzhou: "I did it myself, do you regret it?"

"not regret."

"You have always said irony, if you don't regret it, you will regret it."

Gu Qingzhou, who coaxed Xiao Gongshang to sleep, laughed at himself, "Maybe, just like I didn't expect to give birth to his child, I also never thought that I would fall in love with him one day."

"Is that love?"

"I don't know, but I've never had this kind of affection for anyone, so... let's call it love."

Gu Qingzhou felt guilty about using him for revenge against Ming Zhijin, but he didn't have the most due thoughts. Ming Zhijin knew it well, so he still loved Gu Qingzhou, but alienated him because of the emotion that didn't belong to him .

Stepping up to the Jiuzhong Que Pavilion, Ming Zhi is far away from the hustle and bustle of the imperial court. With the stability and ruthlessness accumulated over the years, he is no longer indecisive in doing things, has a solid foundation to eliminate dissidents, and promotes Gu Qingzhou to be the Prime Minister of a country.

But even so, Gu Qingzhou is still not allowed to get close to the emperor. Only when he really misses it during the holidays, that person will summon him and allow him to climb the tower and reunite with the fast-growing prince.

This kind of day comes only once a year, and most of the messages handed down from the Jiuzhong Que Pavilion are an oral order, a hand letter, or a small bowl of peeled grapes.

Ming Zhijin has never forgotten Gu Qingzhou's preferences, which is also the key to why he lives in guilt every day.

A year later, Mingzhi was seriously ill, and he didn't summon Gu Qingzhou and his son on New Year's Eve. I was so annoyed by my thoughts, I always wondered if I didn't see that person, would it make him think that I would no longer love him, and I was sad because of this .

He wrote a handwritten letter with his own hand and entrusted Sui Chenyue to forward it to that person. Those days were the most difficult time for Gu Qingzhou. Xiao Gongshang learned to speak and became sensible. He likes me, he hasn't seen us for a long time, did I do something wrong, and made dad suffer too?"

Gu Qingzhou was stunned and shed tears unknowingly.

He didn't know where the tears came from, he just thought it was because the little palace merchant was too sensible, and it was definitely not because of missing that person, let alone because of love!

When I received the souvenir letter, there was no word about love in the whole article.

"Darkness is not the most suffocating despair. Even if it is a spike emerging from the soil, if it is properly watered, it will bloom into dazzling flowers, and a beautiful rose will appear at once. In the early spring of that year, the flower seeds you dropped in the palace were extremely beautiful gone."

Gu Qingzhou read it several times, pasted the letter on his heart, and sighed helplessly as he looked at the dead branches that he hadn't cared about.

"Why bother? If you want to see but can't see it, you will miss it and become sick. You are still sick..."

It also happened to be early spring.

His condition improved slightly, Ming Zhijin couldn't wait to summon that person, when the little palace merchant saw Ming Zhijin, he threw himself into his arms and acted like a baby, and took a white rose with plucked thorns in his hand, and handed it to Ming Zhijin .

"Father is finally willing to see the child. Father, father. If the child does something wrong in the future, please ask the father to point it out. The child is not afraid of punishment. I am afraid that I will not see the father. Please beg the father...

Xiao Gongshang hugged Ming Zhijin's neck aggrievedly, this hug shocked him for a long time.

He looked at Gu Qingzhou who was kneeling in front of him without saying a word, and asked hesitantly: "Is this what you want to say?"

"My emperor has not recovered from his illness. I dare not worry my emperor. It is because the minister is not good at discipline, so I ask my emperor to punish me severely."

"How do you know that a widow has a disease, this group of palace people who can't control their mouths!"

"My emperor did not summon the crown prince and ministers on New Year's Eve, and the handwriting sent by them was thin and weak, which can be seen from a sick body. Minister, I am very worried about my emperor's illness."

"Worried, why not stay."

Gu Qingzhou raised her head slightly, walked in front of Ming Zhijin, knelt at his feet and stuck to his legs, like a cat pleasing its master.

"My lord, I am no different from the rose in your hand, the thorns have been pulled out, and I will not cause you to bleed again."

Ming Zhijin had waited too long for this day.

He opened his arms to Gu Qingzhou, and the man hugged him obediently, a tear hit his shoulder, bringing a damp heat.Ming Zhijin believed it, even though he was stubborn and refused to admit it, he was still moved.

It is loving, not heartless.

"If you figure it out, stay here. I feel sorry for you when you are alone."

When Ming Gongshang was four years old, the two finally got back together.

It's just that the broken mirror is hard to get round, and the rift will always lie between them. There is respect and love, but they are separated by an invisible high wall. It seems that no matter how they repair it, they can't go back to the beginning.

After many years like this, due to the serious illness caused by the birth of the child, Gu Qingzhou suffered from major illnesses and minor disasters one after another, and often a gust of cold wind would blow him away, and his cough did not improve for a few days. When will he not go to the Jiuchongque Pavilion to say hello, no need Send someone to report, and Mingzhi knows that he is ill again.

In the half month when Gu Qingzhou was lethargic, he seemed to have learned everything, and he seemed to have learned nothing.

After many years like this, Ming Gongshang grew up day by day and became the sole prince, plain and satisfied.

Gu Qingzhou has always thought that this kind of end-to-end love is very suitable for him and Ming Zhijin. If you don't get too close, you won't hurt each other, and if you don't get too far away, you won't suffer.

But his peace was still broken by ruthlessness, the past was like a mirror, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

That day when he was dealing with official documents in the side hall, he suddenly heard some noises outside the court, and when he went out to look, a man was standing on the palace wall, staring down at him.

He remembered this person, with a strange chain blade on his back and an old scar across his face, he was the emperor's sword servant Longque from the Nine Heavens.

"Back then Emperor Zun kindly spared your life, you don't know what you should do?"

"Rewarding me like a livestock to the feathermen of Tianxiang meant saving my life? It's ridiculous."

Longque taunted: "Don't be naive, Emperor Zun sent you to the mortal world for today. What I mean is when you gave birth, how could you live until now without the help of Emperor Zun? At that time, there were more than one people who robbed and killed you. Ordinary people, Sui Chenyue has profound spiritual power, and if he wants to restrain his actions, he must be stopped by people who cultivated the world, you were not driven out to death and even took your life, isn't this the emperor's pity for you?"

"I don't care for worthless charity. If I die at that time, why should I go through everything now."

Long Que seemed to have heard something interesting, and laughed so hard that he squatted down and got closer to take care of Qing Zhou's expression.

"But to live, you must be prepared to face everything. For example, the son you care about the most? With..."

He spread out his palm and retracted it violently, enough to crush a stubborn stone.

"I don't know who the person you worry about the most is the person you care about the most, but as long as he is still alive, I have the means to threaten you, don't I?"

Sure enough, Gu Qingzhou's eyes overflowed with horror, and his voice trembled, "What are you going to do to him?" He pinpointed his weakness, hit it in place, and let him obey.

In the final analysis, Gu Qingzhou is just a chess piece, a chess piece that Di Tianyao uses to destroy the mortal world. It seems to be very important, but in fact it is dispensable.Having him is just to save some energy and thought, and it is not painful or itchy to give up, it is not worth mentioning.

"As long as you cooperate, how can I have any reason to attack him? What I want is very simple. Regardless of whether Chi Xiao succeeds in assassinating Ming Sinian or not, you only need to open the door of the criminal department's dark room after that, and secretly inform Xueyan City after the incident. The weak point of defense is enough. At that time, if you want to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, or fight to the death with mortals, I will not object. This transaction is based on the life of Minggong Shang, I believe you will understand me too It's imperative, isn't it?"

In order to stick to the present and his beloved son clearly, Gu Qingzhou did evil things against his will, bringing bloody disasters to Xuewu City.

As early as when the incident happened, Ming Zhijin had already guessed who did it, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't even test Gu Qingzhou's tone. He knew that the person must have suffered unspeakably, and it was nothing more than a bargaining chip to make him turn against him. It was Ming Gong Shang, and Ming Zhijin himself, knowing this, he couldn't bear to question even if he was angry.

"You pity Gu Qingzhou, who will pity those innocent people who died in vain? Wake up, my emperor, this is the end of the matter, he is no longer worthy of your pity!!"

Faced with the pressing force of the years, Ming Zhijin shook his head helplessly.

"The widow owes him a lot, and he has never asked him whether he lives in peace. This crime will eventually be attributed to the widow. It is the widow who owes him, and even more so, you."

Yu Fuchen persuaded him rationally, "Your connivance will only harm him and the entire mortal world. Please think carefully about the pros and cons and make a trade-off."

"He took the risk, not to harm anyone."

"You are still willing to believe him now. I am beginning to admire your feelings for him. But you have touched me, but you may not be able to convince others. What is love in the face of life and death?"

What Yu Fuchen said is what Ming Zhi will face today, and what he has faced before.

Human nature is selfish and greedy, arrogant and true, in the middle of the whirlpool, only to sink continuously.

"It's not that the widows believe in him, but I beg you, trust the widows."