The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

When Huaijin heard the news and rushed to Ming Mansion, neither the rain nor the snow stopped.

The cries from the Ming Palace were particularly bleak.

He looked at the white silk all over the house, and his eyes turned red instantly.

But he lowered his eyes and quickly hid all his emotions, and when he looked up again, there was only indifference in his eyes.

He didn't even change the purple and gold clothes on his body, and just stepped into the Ming Mansion where the funeral was held.

In the mourning hall, there was endless chanting.

Ming Feiqing was dressed in plain white, with a white cloth tied on his forehead. He knelt in front of Su Qiu's spirit, and heard the servant outside report: "Your Highness is here."

When Ming Weiren heard that Huaijin was coming, he immediately burst out a few tears and stepped forward to meet him.

"Your Highness, why don't you come here yourself!"

Ming Weiren calculated that after a person died, he should have some kind of posthumous title. After the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title, he, the husband, would also be able to gain some glory.

"If I can have an imperial order by my side, Xiaoqiu can go away with more peace of mind."

Huaijin: "I will give the Su family the honor." When he said this, his gaze fell on Ming Feiqing.

The white clothes on his body were faintly stained with blood, and at some point a wound was cut on his face, which was not bandaged, and a puddle of blood was already on his knees.

Huaijin stepped forward, bent down, looked at Ming Feiqing level, and said in a tone of indistinct concern, "What's the matter with the injury on your face?"

Ming Feiqing glanced at him, as if looking at a stranger, he lowered his eyes again, and continued to burn paper money for his mother.

Huaijin felt uneasy: "What's the matter? Why don't you speak?"

He didn't speak, perhaps because he was too sad.

But he doesn't cry either.

It seems that the three souls and six souls went with the mother, leaving only an empty shell.

"Ming Feiqing?" Huai Jin supported his shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "Qingqing, cry when you're sad, it will feel better when you cry."

Ming Feiqing still didn't respond, he didn't shed a single tear, he didn't cry out.

He was like a heartless, cold-blooded animal, taking care of his mother's funeral in every detail.

On the day of Su Qiu's burial, he didn't cry, but just stood aside and watched.

It was rumored among the people that the princess was crazy, and she didn't even cry when her mother passed away.

·

Ming Feiqing returned to the East Palace again, and continued to be under house arrest. He became very obedient, not like a lively person.

Huaijin hugged him into her arms one night, and coaxed him all night long, but Ming Feiqing was like a piece of wood, without any response.

Later, the few royal guards in the East Palace were withdrawn, and no one knew where the group of guards registered in the palace went. They simply disappeared.

On this day, the chef of the East Palace turned on the lights in the early morning, and at the same time, Huaijin discovered that Ming Feiqing was not in the bedroom.

He searched the entire East Palace, and finally found Ming Feiqing in the kitchen.

He was burying his head in kneading a piece of dough, and there was a bunny-shaped cake beside him.

He is making pastry—the pastry that Su Qiu taught him before he was alive.

Ming Feiqing's hands are very skillful, all thanks to Su Qiu's teaching.

Huaijin didn't know how he steamed so many pastries by himself.

"You..." He cautiously probed, "Who are you making these for?"

"..." Ming Feiqing smiled before answering, with the light of the candle in his eyes, "Mother...Mother loves it."

Huaijin's back felt cold, she stepped forward and pressed Ming Feiqing's hand, grabbed his shoulder and made him look at her.

"Mother is dead, she's gone!"

"...Mother loves the food, she will praise me for a good job..." Ming Feiqing was immersed in his own imagination.

In the world he imagined, Su Qiu didn't die, and the only person who loved him was still alive.

Huaijin realized that Ming Feiqing was sick, not because of his body, but because of his heart.

"Blame me, blame me... If I had been in the mansion that day, you wouldn't have this heart disease."

"..." Ming Feiqing stared at him blankly, the light in his eyes faded again, as if he couldn't understand Huaijin's words.

Huai Ziyu begged him: "Feiqing, I know you have suffered a lot of grievances, please bear with me, okay? Just like in Tuzhou before, bear with it... It hurts a bit, but it will pass soon. "

Ming Feiqing's eyes were dull, his appearance made Huaijin collapse.

Suddenly there was a very small movement on the roof, but Huaijin could hear it clearly.

That is the light work of the imperial master.

He glanced at the hot and soft rabbit cakes that were ready on the table, and suddenly raised his hand and knocked all the cakes to the ground.

Ming Feiqing's craftsmanship is really good, these sweet cakes bounced on the ground several times before they completely fell into the mud.

"This will only make me hate you more!" Huaijin roared angrily.

This roar directly alarmed the entire inner courtyard.

Ming Feiqing's scattered consciousness was also pulled back, his eyes gradually cleared up, and he put the fierce Huai Ziyu into his eyes.

He took a few steps back and bumped into the wall. He didn't know whether it was the pain or he suddenly wanted to leave. He cried loudly.

The cry was hoarse and piercing, and those who heard it felt sad. After hearing it, outsiders couldn't bear to find out what happened to the crying person.

Gradually, his voice weakened, and something supporting him collapsed, and the collapsed fragments hit his thin body, crushing his whole body.

Huai Ziyu rushed forward and hugged Ming Feiqing who had passed out.

·

After that night, Ming Feiqing's consciousness returned a lot, and he began to know what he needed.

"I'm going to wear white," he said.

He wears mourning for his mother every day. He is dressed in white with a white forehead, and his whole body has become bleak and pale.

It seems that he will disappear from the world at any time, and the moment he disappears, perhaps no one will notice immediately.

Later, the emperor was too ill to manage the affairs of state, and Huai Ziyu supervised the country. He moved out of the East Palace and lived in the palace.

The place where Ming Feiqing was under house arrest has also changed from Shanyue Pavilion to a cold palace.

He doesn't care where he lives at all. He sits on the threshold every day, watching the dead leaves fall all over the ground in the courtyard, and occasionally picks up two dead leaves and burns them for fun.

Huaijin was entangled in state affairs and could not take care of him.

until the next winter day.

One night, a death knell suddenly sounded in the imperial city——the emperor had passed away.

After the national funeral, Huaijin will hold a grand enthronement ceremony.

This day the national teacher visited Lenggong for the first time, and seeing Ming Feiqing dressed in white, he thought he was still wearing mourning for the emperor.

"The national funeral is over, you don't need to wear these white clothes anymore, it's not good-looking."

"I'm wearing mourning for my mother."

Ming Feiqing corrected quietly.

National Teacher: "Mrs. Ming has passed away for more than a year, are you still unable to let go?"

Ming Feiqing lowered his head and fiddled with the fallen leaves, but did not answer.

The national teacher recruited two maids in the palace, and the maids were holding a set of golden silk flowing clothes in their hands.

"Your Majesty's foundation has been stabilized. Tonight, I will decree to make you a queen. You should quickly try this auspicious dress. The embroiderers have carefully embroidered it for half a year. Today is a day of great joy. It is not easy to wear white again."

Seeing that Ming Feiqing was indifferent, the national teacher persuaded: "Actually, Your Majesty has a lot of difficulties, and his heart is always tied to you. He tried his best to give you the queen's position. From now on, Ming The young master has come to the end of all hardships, one person is below ten thousand people."

"Zhang Qi."

Ming Feiqing suddenly called the national teacher by name, and looked him straight in the eyes.

Zhang Qi shuddered subconsciously, the gaze of a person with a strong destiny was very deterrent to a person who knew Qi Huang's technique.

When Ming Feiqing looked at him like this, Zhang Qi didn’t dare to tell a lie—most people in this world worship gods to get benefits from them, and those without benefits are not pious. Only a few people fear the gods from the heart, Zhang Qi is one of them.

Ming Feiqing asked: "For the sake of Ziweixing's fate, you set up a trap with Huai Ziyu from the very beginning, right?"

Zhang Qi: "..."

"You don't need to argue, I already have the answer, and I will tell you on the scene today." Ming Feiqing glanced at the beautiful clothes behind the seal, and said with a smile: "It's just that I'm in a good mood."

Zhang Qi thought that he was really in a good mood, so he told the truth: "Your Majesty would not have been able to live without you that year."

Back then, 9-year-old Huaijin was ambushed by the second prince's men on the way to Tuzhou. He escaped the murder by rolling in the mud and hiding himself like a mouse.

Huai Jin, the proud son of heaven, was about to die when he buried his face in the dirty mud.

Once a person loses his dignity and fighting spirit, it is impossible to stand up again.

Those imperial brothers in the imperial city didn't kill him explicitly, but destroyed him at another level.

Zhang Qi's encouragement and persuasion were useless, and then he discovered the Ming family.

In the spring of that year, Su Qiu took Xiao Feiqing for an outing in the grove next to the official road.

Zhang Qi was able to recognize faces, so he could tell at a glance that Ming Feiqing was Huaijin's future way out.

Of course Huaijin didn't believe it at first, he didn't believe in the metaphysics of astrology at all when he was young, until he saw with his own eyes a rabbit whose half leg was shot by a hunter was alive and kicking again under Ming Feiqing's touch.

"This child is pregnant with Ziweixing's fate. This kind of fate is rare in a hundred years. Those who get Ziweixing can win the world."

"Your Highness, it doesn't matter if you are in prison now, as long as you get Ziwei Star, the world will return to His Highness sooner or later!"

Huai Ziyu, who has nothing left, decides to grab Ming Feiqing who is carefree in the sun.

He didn't want to drag people into the darkness, but hoped that Ming Feiqing's light could be shared with him.

Zhang Qi confessed: "I arranged the bandits on the official road back then, so that His Majesty could quickly get closer to you. If Your Majesty hadn't met you, he wouldn't be where he is today. Let alone ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, he is It is very difficult to live simply."

"In the past two years, he deliberately distanced himself from you because of his own reasons. If he was too close to you and treated you too well, the first emperor would definitely order you to die."

"Even if Your Majesty becomes emperor and holds the supreme imperial power, he is powerless to resist the will. Look at the kings of all dynasties, which one dares to disobey the last emperor's will? So, in the past two years, I can only wrong you. Okay. Now, it's all over."

"Really?" Ming Feiqing smiled inexplicably, "Can everything pass?"

Zhang Qi didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of such a young master Ming, he didn't dare to say any more, he just picked up the Chinese robe and said, "There will be an imperial edict tonight, and it will be unlucky for you to wear white clothes again."

Ming Feiqing asked him to put the Chinese clothes into the hall without showing obvious resistance.

·

into the night.

The sky full of night stars hangs in front of Ming Feiqing's eyes, it seems that the moon can be picked off by reaching out.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, he chose the auspicious day among the auspicious ones.

Even Xingyue came to join in.

Ming Feiqing picked up a handful of fallen leaves and put them in his sleeve.

He came out of the limbo unimpededly, and no one dared to restrict his freedom any more.

It was a winter night, and the white clothes on his body were very thin, but he didn't feel cold.

He crossed the palace road and stopped outside the Tianji Pavilion.

Tianji Pavilion, the place where the national teacher calculates the astrology of Tianji.

It was here that Zhang Qi counted out his whole life.

I don't know if the national teacher can count the matter tonight?

Ming Feiqing took out the fallen leaves in his sleeve, scattered them outside the Tianji Pavilion, and then threw a spark on it.

The winter night was wet and windy, and it stands to reason that the fire couldn't be lit.

But this spark was thrown by Ziweixing.

It was as if God was favoring him. The spark first ignited the fallen leaves, and then ignited wildly from the sparks of the fallen leaves, until it surrounded the entire Tianji Pavilion in a raging fire.

Everyone was so busy celebrating the new emperor's ascension that no one noticed the fire.

Ming Feiqing watched as the "Tianji Pavilion" named by Huai Ziyu himself fell into the fire and burned.

He turned and left, letting the raging fire run rampant in the palace.

This is the first gift he gave to Emperor Huaiziyu's dream come true.

·

The mother-in-law of the Lenggong went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony with the burnt costume beyond recognition, knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, forgive me, the queen burned the queen's costume, and he insisted on wearing that suit." Dai Xiao's white clothes."

Huai Jin, who was already dressed in imperial attire, glanced at the costume, the gold threads on it were all curled by the fire.

He sighed and looked at Zhang Qi beside him: "Didn't you tell him my difficulties?"

Zhang Qi looked puzzled: "I have already said, Ming... the empress was very calm at the time, and seemed to be understanding, but who would have thought that he would burn clothes!"

"Forget it, I will explain it myself." Huaijin said naturally, "He won't hate me."

As soon as these words fell to the ground, two eunuchs rushed into the hall.

"Your Majesty! It's not good, the Tianji Pavilion is on fire!!"

"What?!" Zhang Qi was startled, and quickly ran to save his ancient book hexagram.

The other eunuch trembled so much that he couldn't finish his sentence: "The queen climbed up to the observatory and looked... It looked like she was about to jump off!"

Huaijin staggered and almost tripped over the hem of the dragon robe.

He left the officials at the Emperor's Banquet and ran to the observatory in the biting cold wind.

Sure enough, Ming Feiqing was standing under the glazed roof, and the white forehead wrapped around his forehead fell with the wind.

Huai Ziyu reached out and caught the white cloth. He suddenly realized that Fei Qing would not forgive him easily this time.

He ran up to the observatory, and the gorgeous dragon robe became a burden as heavy as a mountain. The emperor's crown covered with nine jade beads was shaking in front of his eyes, blocking his sight. Ming Feiqing's figure was covered by the 12 strings of white jade beads. Shaking like nothing.

Huaijin was clearly approaching him, but felt that Ming Feiqing was getting further and further away from him.

Annoyed, he tore off the emperor's hair crown from his head and threw it on the ground. With no obstacles of imperial power and wealth in front of his eyes, he could see Ming Feiqing clearly.

"You hate me, don't you?" Huaijin asked through the wind and snow.

Ming Feiqing didn't answer, but just looked at the new emperor quietly.

Huaijin: "Didn't the national teacher tell you..."

"The national teacher told me about your difficulties." Ming Feiqing interrupted him and said, "Whoever wins the Ziwei star wins the world, so you have made every effort to keep me by your side."

"..." Huaijin was speechless.

"The national teacher also said that if Ziwei star dies midway, the country's vitality will be exhausted."

Huai Ziyu felt cold all over his body: "If you dare to make mistakes, I will dare to let five members of the Ming family 360 to be buried with you!"

He forgot that among the five members of the Ming Family 360, the person Ming Feiqing cared about the most had died.

A person who has no worries, no worries, and no weaknesses is invincible in the world.

"A Jin." He laughed, and pointed to the night sky accompanied by stars and moon, "Look, the stars have fallen."

The moment Huaijin looked up, Ming Feiqing raised his head and fell down to the observatory.

The observatory was originally built for him to see the Ziwei star.

But he never found his own star.

At this moment of relief, Ming Feiqing saw the brightest star in the sky flickering for him a few times.

With a muffled sound outside the Hall of Harmony, Ziwei Xingxiu was completely extinguished.

Heavy snow fell suddenly.

Everyone in the palace was terrified in the severe cold.

The guests of the Emperor's Banquet rushed out of the hall, and when they saw the new emperor hugging the queen who was sleeping peacefully, he was stunned. He put the queen's cold hand on his heart, and muttered: "Cover it, and it won't be cold." gone."

On the night of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, the queen who had not received the imperial edict was ordered to die from the observatory.

After Huaijin ascended the throne, he changed his reign name to Yuanqing.

In the first year of Yuanqing, natural disasters occurred frequently in Xiqin, and the people were in dire straits. All the people who poked Ming Feiqing's back in the back died of natural disasters.

Lin Xiang's party collapsed, and Ming Yang, who became an official by relying on the prime minister, was punished by the nine clans, Ming Weiren was hanged, and no one from the Ming family survived.

In the second year of Yuanqing, wars broke out on the border, and the imperial court never sent troops to suppress them.

In the third year of Yuanqing, Huaizi Yuying died young, with white hair all over her head when she died, and she was still chanting the nickname of Empress Ming before she died.

In the same year, Xiqin was destroyed by the Southern Kingdom and became Xizhou within the territory of the Southern Kingdom.

The people of the southern kingdom who moved to Xizhou heard the old man here say: the old country was originally a Ziwei star from the sky, but the two emperors of the Huai family ruined such a blessing with their own hands.

Ziweixing will never shelter the people of Xiqin again.

The Huai family was wiped out.