My country is dead again [Rebirth]

The sound of footsteps merged into one, and they ruthlessly approached the Qianqing Palace amid the shrill shouts of the ministers. The candles were brightly lit, and the shadows of lights were stacked and crowded in front of the closed palace door. Spread out like a tide.

"Your Majesty, the three major battalions have taken control of the capital." Standing in front of the dragon bed, Du Ruo, the chief minister of the cabinet, reported the situation outside to the emperor for the third time. Like the previous two times, he still hadn't received a response for a long time. He sighed softly, " His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has brought the guards into the Qianqing Palace."

The bitter medicinal fragrance permeated inside and outside the bed curtain, coughing sounded weakly and intermittently, a thin hand tremblingly stretched out, the minister hastily pulled the light yellow curtain aside and hung it on the golden hook.

The person on the bed had sunken eye sockets, and his withered cheeks were covered with ashes and lifelessness. Du Ruo's eyes were flushed, and he knelt down with a plop: "Your Majesty..."

Xie Ruzhuo wanted to sit up, but it was difficult for him to lift his hands, so he simply continued to lie motionless, only his eyeballs could turn a few times, and he caught a glimpse of a group of courtiers kneeling with Du Ruo and began to cry in advance, he sighed boredly: " I'm not dead yet."

The voice was hoarse and weak, Xie Ruzhuo secretly thought that something was wrong, and sure enough, a more mournful cry sounded in his ears.

"Let the Jin Yiwei withdraw, and call the prince to come in." Xie Ruzhuo sighed again, and after Yanyan finished speaking, there was a loud sound of breaking the door, and he changed his words calmly, "Oh, this is already here, then please Prince sit down."

Du Ruo endured the grief and stood up, straightened his clothes and turned his head to look coldly at the prince Xie Mingting who walked in.

"Your Majesty has raised His Highness the Crown Prince for 30 years. He has personally taught His Majesty the lessons of riding and shooting. He has taken care of His Majesty's daily life and food every day. He has regarded His Majesty as a parent and child." Du Ruo approached Xie Mingting and the guards who were tense behind him step by step, and said sharply, "30 years! , Your Highness, 30 years! Now that His Majesty is seriously ill, can His Highness be so impatient?"

Night Breeze followed the crowd into the hall, swinging Xie Mingting's sleeves. He came in with an indifferent and cold face, but when he heard the first assistant's questioning, his suppressed anger surged in his chest, but he glanced at Xie Ruzhuo Afterwards, it returned to calm.

In Xie Mingting's impression, Xie Ruzhuo had always been the young emperor who was as handsome as a bamboo, and as clear as a white moon. What the years had deposited on his face was only the sharpness of killing and decisiveness and the majesty of looking down on the world.He doesn't seem to age.

But Xie Ruzhuo, who was lying on the bed now, had half-white hair, the wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious due to illness, and the traces of vicissitudes covered every inch of his naked, exposed skin. He closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were still full of deep fatigue.

"Uncle Emperor." Xie Mingting took a small step forward and called out in a daze.

"So you're still willing to call me uncle?" The deadline is approaching, and Xie Ruzhuo's eyes and ears are now blurry, his eyes are gray, his ears are buzzing, and he is pulling his voice that is almost speechless. He smiled faintly, "You I don't really remember what my father looks like, but I remember that my father and the courtiers like me very much as the eldest brother of the emperor. Although I am your uncle, I am older than you Nine years old, after all these years, I know that being your father is not good enough, but being an older brother is justified."

The room was silent, only Xie Ruzhuo's extremely weak voice fell on everyone's ears, Xie Mingting waved back the guards, walked slowly to the bedside, looked down, Xie Ruzhuo was panting uncomfortably, what he said seemed like With the remaining strength.

"You can lead the imperial guards into the Qianqing Palace without any scruples today, and everything has already been arranged in the court." Xie Ruzhuo said with a smile, "In the past, I always scolded you for lack of courage and embarrassment. Today, it seems that you In fact, you did a good job. I am relieved, I didn't raise you and waste you, so I can go to see the eldest brother Huang with confidence."

Xie Ruzhuo could see clearly that this treasonous coercion was on the surface to seize the throne, but in fact it was the court camp wanting to exchange blood.

The group of people who followed me are old after all, and the new group of people are eager to try and stand at the center of the court.

And the prince agreed to come out because he was worried.

It was rumored that Xie Ruzhuo had met several clan sons in the palace before he fell ill, and the interested person whispered into the Prince's ear, saying that His Majesty may not pass on the throne to you.

After all, His Majesty and the Crown Prince have been at odds for a long time. In the past few years, it was because Xie Ruzhuo hated Xie Mingting for his lack of progress. In the next few years, the Crown Prince faded away and gradually became like a crown prince. He also began to take over political affairs. Xie Mingting became suspicious, and the two secretly competed with each other.

Xie Mingting believed that Xie Ruzhuo had long disliked him, and he had the support of civil servants behind him, and he held three battalions and imperial guards, and Xie Ruzhuo had only a few hundred brocade guards in the palace to save his life, so he broke in today with confidence.

"Uncle, you seldom praise me. You can't remember what my father looks like, and I can't remember when was the last time you praised me." Xie Mingting sighed with a smile, "I know I was not good when I was young, I don't like reading, so I always make you angry, but I am willing to listen to you later, but you are still angry with me. I don't know what I did wrong, so that you always make sarcastic remarks every time you see me. Uncle Huang , I have been wondering why our uncle and nephew did this?"

Why are their uncles and nephews doing this?

Half a month ago, Xie Ruzhuo couldn't explain it, but when a person is about to die, not only his words are also kind, but also all the unreasonable things can be figured out. He coughed twice and said in a long tone: "20 years ago, A person told me that I have been obsessed with this road, and one day I will not even be able to see through my own heart, and I will be alone all day long, without joy or sorrow. He was right. Ming Ting, you did nothing wrong, It’s because I don’t recognize my relatives, and I don’t recognize myself anymore.”

Du Ruo and Xie Mingting looked slightly stagnant, Xie Ruzhuo changed his name, they probably guessed who it was 20 years ago.

Xie Mingting couldn't answer, he lowered his eyes and knelt in front of the couch: "Please ask the emperor to make a will."

"The cabinet and the Sixth Ministry must have someone you agree with. There are endless party disputes among the civil servants, and you should pay attention to the balance. Jinyiwei and Dongchang are also yours. If you change people you can trust, these two places should be used well and not done. It's over." Xie Ruzhuo's voice was clear and flat, as if he was explaining the funeral, "I have a covenant with Beidi, people will not offend me, I will not offend, don't play dead. If you don't understand other things, don't fool around, follow the rules Example is not a bad thing, seeking change is the most stupid."

Xie Mingting looked at him in shock, but his head got used to it naturally, just like listening to the training when he was a child.

"Well, that's it, there's nothing more to say." Xie Ruzhuo sighed in relief, "The will is in the dark compartment on the third floor of the bookshelf in the northwest corner, and it's sealed."

Xie Mingting knelt on the spot stiffly, did not speak or move, but Du Ruo retreated quietly, went to the bookshelf to get the will in a red sandalwood box, and presented it to Xie Mingting.

The Minghuang silk brocade scroll was opened, and Xie Mingting's eyes were wet, and it was written "...nephew Mingting, benevolent, filial and heavenly planted, wise and long-lasting. You should follow the ancestors' precepts and obey the crowd, and you will be the emperor."*

Du Ruo smiled wryly and said, "You are the crown prince proclaimed by His Majesty, and His Majesty has devoted all his life to you, so why does Your Highness bother to do such a thing today?"

"Uncle Emperor, I..." Xie Mingting took two steps on his knees and held Xie Ruzhuo's hand.

Xie Ruzhuo closed his eyes and shook his head, motioning him not to say more.

The breathing has become weaker and weaker, and the eyelids are about to lose the strength to hold them up. Xie Ruzhuo doesn't want to waste the last bit of time in this life on this matter.

At the age of 17, the capital of Dayu fell, and most of the country changed their surnames, and the cabinet ministers pushed him to the throne.

He sat in this position for 30 years, regained the rivers and mountains, returned to the old capital, established the imperial court, and created the prosperity of Dayu.

As a descendant of the Xie family, he tried his best to turn the tide when the building was about to collapse, and cleaned up the mess without any guilt; as an emperor, he was diligent in governing and loving the people, he was close to the virtuous and far away from the sycophants, and the historian should give him the title of "Ming Jun" conclusion.

Xie Ruzhuo did not feel relieved. In his life, he was calculating, step by step, fighting traitors and defending power, thinking about endless struggles for power day and night. He never had a good night's sleep. By the age of 40, his body had already deteriorated from the inside out. Thoroughly.

This is the end of my life, and I have achieved success and fame, but I am also physically and mentally exhausted.

He died without a lover by his side, and the raised cub ran to force the palace, so he was undoubtedly a lonely family.

Xie Ruzhuo touched the small celadon altar next to the jade pillow with the last bit of strength, and when the moist texture was pressed against his cold palm, there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Ming Monarch and Worshipful Lord, in the prosperous age of Zhongxing, your temple name will be Shengzong in a hundred years. I will protect you, and you will be the Holy Monarch in front of you and behind you."

"Today, I would like to ask plainly, I am pleased with Your Majesty, and I want to make a private appointment with His Majesty for life, will Your Majesty agree?"

"This is Shen Ci thanking His Majesty for your kindness. Xie Ruzhuo, you and I will never see each other again in this life."

"..."

Shen Ci...

The name pressed against his heart, making the remaining breath dull.

He had only liked one person in his life, but he said unfeeling words when that person was courting him.

What Shen Ci said was always right, and they really never saw each other again in this life.

In the 11th year of Longxing, he returned to his old capital and rewarded his achievements.

Shen Ci made great contributions and was granted the title of Marquis of Zhen Guo, but the next day he personally issued an edict to withdraw Shen Ci's Marquis. Shen Ci rode out of Kyoto alone and went to the northwest frontier.

In the 14th year of Longxing, a letter was sent from the northwest, and Shen Ci died.

"General Shen personally led troops two hundred miles deep into the Gobi, and killed the prince of the Qiang tribe. When we returned to the camp, we found out that he had been hit by the poisonous arrow of the Qiang tribe.

"After this kind of poison takes effect, the whole body will slowly fester until it becomes a bone. General Shen said that Beijing will definitely take his coffin back. One person will be sad to see him like this. He doesn't want to do this. Burn the bones after death."

"Your Majesty, General Shen has nothing to say."

It is said that people will see revolving lantern scenes before they die, but what Xie Ruzhuo saw at this time was Shen Ci.

White clothes and iron armor, with sword eyebrows and deep eyes, leading a white horse came from the afterglow of the setting sun, looked down at him and smiled, the soft light in his eyes washed away the blood and ferocity on the battlefield, and caressed his brows and eyes with callused fingers , carefully, as if afraid of hurting him.

The light in front of him slowly dissipated, and the outline of Shen Ci's face gradually blurred, like this love affair that ended without a cause, fishing for the moon in the water, and looking at the flowers in the mirror.

"Bury this thing in my coffin."

Xie Ruzhuo let go of the small celadon altar with his hand, he closed his eyes and looked peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

Xie Mingting, who was kneeling by the bed, realized after a while, hurriedly called the imperial physician, but got a sentence "Your Majesty controls the dragon and binds the sky".

With trembling hands, he took the small celadon altar, opened the lid, and picked up a little powder inside with his fingers.

This is a jar of human ashes.

The minister said that His Majesty has kept this by his pillow every day for 17 years.

The last words left by Xie Ruzhuo were to bury the ashes on this altar with him.

People were kneeling inside and outside Qianqing Palace, Xie Mingting put the small celadon altar in Xie Ruzhuo's hands and held it firmly.

In the 31st year of Longxing, the emperor was critically ill, and the imperial edict was passed on to the crown prince, and he collapsed.

Thirty years of being the king, helping the building to collapse, opening the prosperous age of Zhongxing, the wise king, the model of future generations, respected as the holy sect.

The world is white and clean, as if the chaos had not yet opened, Xie Ruzhuo couldn't hear the sound, couldn't see anything, the body had no weight, and the consciousness was separated from the body.

He remembered that he was dead, and he had already thought about what he was going to do on Huangquan Road. He was looking for where Shen Ci was. Seventeen years had passed, and he didn't know if he was reincarnated. He was still as stupid as before, waiting for him to read him.

Thinking of this, Xie Ruzhuo was delighted, since life is no longer interesting, it would be good to see Shen Ci earlier.

It's a pity that he didn't see the Wangchuan Shui Naihe Bridge, but was sealed here for no reason.

It seems that only a short time of drinking a sip of water has passed, and it seems that a life longer than 47 years has passed.

When a light pierces the sky and the earth for a moment, all the senses of the body are awakened by a needle.

Consciousness and body gradually merged, Xie Ruzhuo opened his eyes wide, allowing the light in front of him to outline colorful people and objects.

The white chaos dissipated, he blinked, the overly bright candlelight was dangling in front of his eyes, noisy human voices came to his ears, the smell of ambergris wafted from the tip of his nose, and something hard and cold was stuck on his wrist , the body shrank subconsciously, and a force suddenly pressed down on his left shoulder to hold him down.

Xie Ruzhuo frowned and moved in dissatisfaction. The force tightly gripped his left shoulder and pressed it down even harder. A slightly old and majestic voice floated down from above his head: "The emperor's grandson is still in Xuanyi Mansion, and the situation is critical now. , A country cannot be without a king, and there are only six princes left in your majesty's heirs, so the six princes should take the throne."

Many people were whispering, and more people were lamenting and weeping. It took a long time for one person to force himself to speak loudly: "Pingdu is in danger now, and it's up to Mr. Sun Ge to take charge of the overall situation."

The crowd followed and shouted: "I invite the sixth prince to ascend the throne."

Xie Ruzhuo was sitting on the pure gold dragon chair that he was all too familiar with, and what just hit his wrist was the carved dragon head on the armrest.He was not wearing a black dragon robe, but an old water-blue robe that was difficult to put on the stage. The decoration was plain, and the sleeves were a bit short, revealing two thin white wrists.

The skin on the hands was smooth, and they were the hands of a young man.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the power on his left shoulder came from Sun Bingde—the chief assistant who had fought with him for half his life before finally returning home to farm and died in depression!

Xie Ruzhuo raised his head slightly, and squinted at Sun Bingde: his back was straight, his face was wrinkled but he was still full of vigor, he was 20 years younger, and he was still called "Old Sun Ge" just now. Sun Bingde is not the chief assistant yet.

Sun Bingde was the chief assistant after he came to the throne, and when his father was in power, Sun Bingde was the third in the cabinet. After the emperor died, he was taken care of by Sun Bingde.

Xie Ruzhuo had an answer in his mind, turned his head to look to the right, and sure enough, he saw his mother in a big red dress sitting there, her face was as calm as water, and the imperceptible smile in her eyes showed her complacency.

His mother had passed away more than twenty years before him, but now she was sitting beside him, Xie Ruzhuo didn't know what expression to put on, so he could only smile helplessly.

Sun Bingde did not become the chief assistant, his mother was still alive, and the ministers asked him to take the throne, all of which happened 30 years ago.

The stupid and absurd father died violently because of his indulgence, Beidi and the Qiang people in the north were staring at each other, and there were many bandits in the country. The governor of Jiangbei, Xu Zishen, launched a mutiny and went north to the capital. At that time, Sun Bingde took him and his mother Concubine Ning out of the cold palace.

He did die, but he was strangely reborn, back to the year he was 17 years old.

Sun Bingde and several cabinet ministers took out the enthronement edict that had already been drawn up, and staged the same extremely simple enthronement ceremony as in the previous life. Xie Ruzhuo was still wearing that old robe, with a cold expression and slightly lowered eyes.

The courtiers below knelt and kowtowed: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

When the new emperor ascended the throne, there was no auspiciousness, and what followed was an extremely ironic scene.

A thunderous shout came from outside the Huangji Hall: "The Fushun Gate is broken!"

The door of the palace was pushed open with a bang, and an official who couldn't see the rank rushed in, his robe was stained with blood, and he described himself as a mess, crying and kneeling on the ground: "Da Yu is dead!"

After confirming that he was reborn to be 17 years old, Xie Ruzhuo was mentally prepared, but when he heard these four words, he still wanted to vomit blood.

I exhausted myself after fighting for half my life and guarding the country for half my life, I closed and opened my eyes, and died again! ?