The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

A madman is unreasonable, especially when the madman is still the king of a country.

Huai Ziyu firmly believed that Ming Feiqing was not dead, so he imprisoned all the imperial physicians who could not wake Ming Feiqing up for the crime of incompetence.

He stayed by Ming Feiqing's side every day, clinging to that hand full of chilblains, and chattering a lot.

In the dream, Ming Feiqing heard these words on behalf of himself in the previous life.

Huai Ziyu said that he lived to this day because of Ming Feiqing, otherwise he would have resigned himself to his fate and died under the crush of that carriage 15 years ago.

"Without you, what's the point of all this today?"

His tears fell on Ming Feiqing's cold skin.

Huaijin was crying, and Dou Da's teardrops fell down like beads with a broken thread.

Even though he would deceive himself again, he knew clearly in his heart that Fei Qing didn't want him at all.

In the dream, Ming Feiqing just watched with cold eyes.

These are not some earth-shattering words. Before seeking death in his previous life, he knew all of Huai Ziyu's difficulties.

He has difficulties, and he also has the right to choose not to forgive, and the two do not conflict.

Huaijin cried miserably, but Ming Feiqing only felt that it was noisy.

It was winter at that time, and it snowed for several days in a row. Because of the cold weather, Ming Feiqing's body did not change much.

But after all, this body has lost its breath and vitality, and it has begun to smell.

Everyone in the palace wanted to persuade the emperor to put the queen in peace, but no one dared to speak up.

Huaijin seemed unaware of these changes, so he just watched day and night, talking with him all the time, until his voice became hoarse.

Now he is finally willing to give all his time to Ming Feiqing, but Ming Feiqing who is watching is not happy to see him pretending to be affectionate like this.

Stimulating the heart to boil the liver for several days and nights is not something that flesh and blood can sustain.

At noon that day, Huai Ziyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

Not long after he fell asleep, Empress Dowager Jing suddenly brought someone into the Hall of Harmony.

Huaijin was too tired to wake up at all.

Ming Feiqing saw the empress dowager walking to the bed, took off the ring and armor on his hands, touched his cheek, and looked at him for a long time with tears in his eyes. It was reminded by the people around him that the empress dowager wiped away the tears in a hurry. The palace man with the entourage said:

"Be careful with your hands and feet, and let the queen walk with dignity."

When Huai Ziyu woke up from a full sleep, the bed was already empty.

"Feiqing...?"

For a moment he thought that Ming Feiqing had woken up by himself, but soon this delusion disappeared, and no matter how he tried to escape from reality, he knew it was nonsense.

He rushed out, grabbed the eunuch and questioned him.

The eunuch replied tremblingly: "The Queen Mother...it was the Queen Mother who took Empress Ming away."

Ming Feiqing followed the Queen Mother to the outside of Zhengyang Garden.

When the fire ignited, Ming Feiqing realized that it was the Queen Mother who wanted to give him relief.

The heavy snow for several days also stopped at this moment, and God was helping him bid farewell to this life.

He watched his body from the previous life disappear in the raging fire, and felt pain all over his body in a trance, but he knew that it was just an illusion—how could a dead person feel pain?

"His Majesty!!"

With a few shouts, Huai Ziyu rushed into Zhengyang Garden.

The moment he saw the fire, his face was contorted with pain.

He opened his mouth, so desperate that he wanted to cry out, but he couldn't make any sound.

Ming Feiqing looked at Huai Ziyu through the heat wave that burned his body, and felt that he was even more frightening than the evil ghosts in hell at the moment.

Huai Ziyu was about to rush into the fire, but everyone around him was trying to stop him, but no one could stop him.

The queen mother walked over at this moment, raised her hand and slapped Huaijin's face, and scolded with tears: "How long are you going to torture him? You won't let him go even if he's dead?!"

This slap was too hard, with a bang, the sound directly broke a branch in the garden that was covered with thick snow!

Huaijin suffered from pain, and glared at the queen mother with bloodshot eyes, burning with monstrous hatred.

The queen mother slapped her backhand again: "You forced him to death with your own hands, why pretend to be so affectionate now?!"

Huai Jin seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, and wanted to say something, but opened his mouth but spat out a mouthful of black blood, Ming Feiqing's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously moved away from Huai Jin's blood to splash himself.

On that day, Empress Ming was finally released from the palace, and the emperor was ill for a month.

When he recovered from his illness and was able to serve as a director, he was haggard and thin, as if he had died together with Ming Feiqing once.

After Huai Jin recovered from his illness, his madness seemed to be better. At least he was able to handle state affairs relatively rationally.

When the court was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the new emperor suddenly made two orders.

The first decree: The whole Xiqin will be mourned for three years after the Ming Dynasty.

Although the courtiers felt it was wrong, no one dared to object, even Prime Minister Lin recognized it.

The second decree: He bestowed the death of the Queen Mother of Shoukang Palace.

Ming Feiqing felt guilty, although Huaijin would definitely not let the queen mother go, but the fire was obviously the fuse that accelerated her death.

In his dream, he watched the queen mother kill her with white silk, helpless.

As soon as the new emperor ascended the throne, he gave his grandmother to death, and there were many discussions among the people. Seeing that the empress dowager's funeral ceremony was extremely simple, the contrast with the empress was sharp, and people were even more vocal.

These critical voices more or less want to use Empress Ming as an example.

So Huai Ziyu saw one and killed the other.

Officials who still wanted to poke Ming Feiqing's spine after his death would have their tongues cut off at the least, and all the clans would be punished at worst.

Everyone in the imperial city was panicked, and the word Empress Ming became an unmentionable existence.

At the same time, the voices of the people criticizing the new emperor for being unfilial, cruel, cruel, and moral have grown so loud that even the majesty of the emperor cannot be suppressed. Such a situation is harmful to a newly enthroned emperor.

Ming Feiqing looked at all this dejectedly, if Huai Ziyu could show such energy to protect him once when he was alive, he probably wouldn't be so disappointed.

Now that a person is dead, what is the use of becoming disregarded for a dead person?

At the end of the day, Ming Feiqing saw Prime Minister Lin's head covered in cold sweat, and he completely lost the haughty and powerful attitude he had before.

If you think about it carefully, you can see that when Ming Feiqing was alive, he could barely be regarded as Huaijin's weakness. Huaijin was more or less restrained because of him, and was at the mercy of the old emperor and the prime minister.

Now that he is dead, he died simply and thoroughly, and Huaijin has also ascended the throne. In the whole of Xiqin, there is no one or anything that can threaten Huai Ziyu, so the prestige of Lin's party dissipated along with the late emperor. middle.

At the end of winter, Huaijin looked through the old imperial examination cases, overturned the crime of fraud that the late emperor had imposed on Ming Feiqing, and put the charge on Lin Ji intact. Lin Ji was dismissed from office and sentenced to exile.

Prime Minister Lin was so old that he knelt outside the Hall of Harmony to plead for mercy. Lin Ji was born with a heart disease, and once he was exiled to a wilderness on the border, it was basically impossible for him to survive for a year.

This is clearly a death sentence in disguise.

Ming Feiqing watched Prime Minister Lin break her forehead, thinking how pitiful the world's parents are.

He couldn't help guessing that if he was alive, Prime Minister Lin would not be so humble to beg Huaijin, he would probably use Ming Feiqing's old affairs in the southern country to threaten Huaijin to think twice, so Lin's party could survive again live forever.

Thinking of this, Ming Feiqing was glad that he was dead. His death could indirectly avenge the entire Lin family. How wonderful.

What Lin Ji owed him should be repaid a thousand times and a hundred times like this.

Huaijin did not take back his will, and in the early morning of the next day, Prime Minister Lin touched the pillar to remonstrate to death, blood splashed all over the Hall of Harmony.

Huai Ziyu sat on the dragon chair and watched coldly.

All the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knelt down and begged the new emperor to forgive him. Even if Lin Xiang had no credit, he still had hard work. Why did he want to kill them all?

But Huai Jin said: "The Prime Minister wants to seek death himself, and I can only do it."

He didn't allow the imperial physician to treat him, but just watched Lin Xiang die suddenly in the court hall in pain and horror.

The next day, Lin's family was exiled.

Ming Feiqing took a special look at Lin Ji. He had already lost half of his life due to a heart attack, and he would not live long. The final ending was nothing more than dying in exile, with no one to collect his body, a miserable end.

Lin's decline caused an uproar, but it was quickly overshadowed by intensifying natural disasters.

This winter, more than half of Xiqin's land was hit by snowstorms.

After finally surviving until the beginning of spring, another plague broke out.

Along with the plague came famine.

Huaijin was caught in the pain-filled memorials day by day.

Seeing his mentally and physically exhausted appearance, Ming Feiqing remembered that he was in such a predicament when he was in Tuzhou.

At that time, Tuzhou was coveted by the South, and there was famine and drought inside. As the prince of Tuzhou, Huaijin's food and clothing expenses in the palace were better than ordinary people's. Meat was rarely seen on the dinner table, and he could keep out the cold. There are only two or three winter jackets.

The young Ming Feiqing once secretly thought that Ah Jin must be the poorest prince in Xiqin's history, but he didn't dislike it at all.

In order to resist the famine, Huaijin wanted to grow rice in the dry land. The children who grew up in the royal family didn't know how to farm. Ming Feiqing learned some skills from the book, so he dared to teach Huai Ziyu how to transplant seedlings and sow seeds. One dared to teach and the other dared to learn.

The dry land was so dry that it was cracked, Ming Feiqing planted the seedlings in the cracks, Huaijin took water to irrigate, and the last two young men were covered in mud, but the little seedlings were finally buried in the soil It stood upright, and later this small seedling grew into a large lush rice field. So far, the weather in Tuzhou has been smooth, and there is no famine or natural disaster.

Huaijin wanted to build an army to fight against the southern kingdom, but the young and middle-aged men in Ketuzhou were content with farming and had never thought of this, so Ming Feiqing accompanied Huaijin and went door-to-door to persuade them. He actually raised [-] elite soldiers, which made the southern countries look at him with admiration.

It took only three years for Huaijin to change the look of Tuzhou. Not only did the people have enough food and clothing, but a defensive army in Tuzhou was also established, and they were no longer cowardly in the face of the occasional provocations from the southern kingdom.

Tuzhou was a land that was neglected by the old emperor. However, under the leadership of Huai Ziyu, the people in this land straightened their backs and lived a stable and decent life.

At that time, although the start was difficult, whatever Huaijin wanted to do would go smoothly.

Today, he has no such good luck.

Natural disasters continued, followed by the invasion of the Southern Kingdom.

At that time, there was a plague in the Xiqin army. 20 soldiers fell ill, and [-] fell ill. The other [-] became unwilling to fight and their morale was low because they could not understand the new emperor's various actions of killing blood relatives and exiling Lin.

Huaijin was determined to turn the tide, but in the end she was alone.

Every night, he would tear off the dragon robe on his body, break away from the identity of the emperor, and sit overnight in the cold palace where Ming Feiqing lived before his death.

He worked so hard to become the emperor as he wished, but now he just wants to be the old Ajin, the Ajin who was loved by Fei Qing.

Ming Feiqing saw him covering his face and weeping bitterly under the bleak moonlight, like a wounded beast, hiding in a corner alone sobbing.

He stretched out his hand and touched the teardrops in the corner of Huaijin's eyes, Huai Ziyu seemed to feel something, and slowly raised his eyes, Ming Feiqing was startled.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree in the yard were falling, which turned out to be a gust of wind.

Ming Feiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone pushed open the door of the cold palace.

Ming Feiqing turned his head to look, and saw that it was Zhang Qi who hadn't shown his face since his death.

Zhang Qi held a lamp and knelt in front of Huai Jin: "Your Majesty, after a year, I have finally found you."

Ming Feiqing looked intently at the lamp. Inside the lamp was a cluster of candles that could not be extinguished by the wind. Outside the lamp was a round colored glass cover. The colored glass was engraved with strange characters drawn with gold pens. He could not understand the contents of the characters. , only vaguely recognized the word "Liuyun".

The tears in Huaijin's eyes were still wet, but they ignited with light. He held the Liuyun Lantern very carefully.

Zhang Qi said: "The Liuyun lamp should be placed in Xinwu Palace. The wick is lit by blood and cannot be extinguished for a day."

Ming Feiqing was in a fog.

He saw Huaijin holding the lamp in his arms and rushing towards Xinwu Palace full of hope.

The Liuyun Lantern was placed on the sunny side of Xinwu Palace. Huaijin pierced his left wrist, and a line of blood was poured into the candle.

Zhang Qi: "As long as this lamp does not go out, Your Majesty and Queen will have an afterlife."

For the first time in a year, Huaijin laughed: "You did a good job, National Teacher."

Ming Feiqing: "?!"

Who wants to have an afterlife with this broken jade? !

He leaned over, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard, trying to blow out the candle, and end the afterlife that had been entangled with Huaijin.

In Huaijin's eyes, it was just a gust of highly targeted wind blowing at the candle flame, and he immediately covered the candle flame with his hands, even if his hand was burned by the flame, he didn't feel any pain.

Zhang Qi distressedly reminded: "As long as there is enough blood, no amount of wind and rain will be able to extinguish this lamp."

Ming Feiqing: "..."

Huaijin was still afraid of accidents, so he ordered that no one else be allowed to enter or leave Xinwu Palace.

"I won't let it go out."

Huai Ziyu was almost in a daze, he only saw the candlelight of Liuyun Lantern in his eyes.

Zhang Qi sighed: "Your Majesty, if you insist on this, I dare not persuade you anymore. The decline of Xiqin is a foregone conclusion. With this lamp, you may be able to atone for one or two sins. You..."

Huaijin promised under the cloud lamp: "If I reign for one day, Xiqin will not perish."

Zhang Qi nodded, and said meaningfully: "Everyone has their own place, and it cannot be changed by manpower."

Huaizi Yu stared at the lamp, Ming Feiqing looked at Huaijin through the firelight, and heard him say: "My home is Ming Feiqing."

Ming Feiqing watched Huaijin come to Xinwu Palace every day, he pierced his wrist, and used his blood to make the candle light as bright as day.

A year later, gray hairs began to appear on Huaijin's head.

This candle seemed to be fueled by his life, and it was as bright as the light of day every day.

With the appearance of the Liuyun Lantern, Huai Ziyu's mood became much calmer, as peaceful as if she was arranging the funeral affairs.

He lost the hearts of the people, but he still managed to keep Xiqin's army strong against defeat for three years. Xiqin's territory was constantly being encroached upon, but the country was not destroyed.

Natural disasters are the doomed retribution after Ziweixing's fall. No one has the ability to turn the tide. As a monarch, he can only follow the trend and do his best to reduce casualties.

He has been in office for less than three years, and he has exhausted his hard work at the age of 24. He has white hair and is too sick to write, but he still does not forget to go to Xinwu Palace to keep the lamp. And Ming Feiqing will have the Liuyun Lantern of the next life.

He never remarried all his life, his harem was as empty as a desert, and he had no children, probably because he predicted Xi Qin's fate. When he was seriously ill, he never mentioned the matter of succession to the throne.

No matter who inherits Xi Qin's situation, he will not be able to escape the fate of becoming a subjugated king.

It's good for him to recite this infamy, so as not to implicate others.

When Huai Jin was seriously ill and dying, her hair had already turned white, and although her face was not old, it was full of weariness for the world.He was lying on the bed in Xinwu Palace, his gaze kept on the Liuyun lamp under the sun.

Unlike his dying and exhausted state, the fire in the lamp was as bright as the sun.

There was tranquility in Huaizi's jade eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He asked weakly, "Zhang Qi, am I...seeing him soon?"

Zhang Qi's face was full of tears, and he couldn't say a word.

Huai Ziyu smiled more gently, and he stared at a certain place.

In the dream, Ming Feiqing happened to be standing in that direction.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two met.

Huai Jin raised her thin hand, stretched it in that direction, and pleaded softly: "Qingqing, can you call me Ah Jin again?"

Ming Feiqing's heart ached, feeling a bit of pity, he held Huai Ziyu, but all Huaijin could feel was a gust of warm wind.

The wind cannot stop life and death.

Huaijin seemed to have his wish fulfilled, his hands dropped powerlessly, and his eyes gradually closed.

I remember that summer, Xiao Feiqing and Xiao Ziyu were so hot that they could not stand it, they lay together under the big tree of the palace in Tuzhou to enjoy the shade, Xiao Feiqing pretended to sleep, and when Huaijin fell asleep, he got up secretly again and looked at Huaijin. Ziyu's sleeping face, if he is uneasy in his dream, Xiao Feiqing will raise her hand and put it on Huaijin's heart, comforting in a low voice: "I am here, don't be afraid."

Is Huaijin afraid now?

Ming Feiqing didn't know, but he still stretched out his hand and put it on the dying Ziyu's heart, but he couldn't say the comforting words.

He just watched Huai Ziyu die helplessly.

Later generations recorded in the history books that Emperor Huaijing was the king of the Xiqin subjugation. He reigned for three years. At the time, he never entrusted the prince to succeed to the throne, but only remembered the nickname of Empress Ming.

On the second day after Huaijin's death, Xiqin was destroyed by the Southern Kingdom.

Yelu Nanzhi broke through the Qin Palace as if entering no man's land. He stepped into Xinwu Palace and saw a lamp on the table.

The wizard said: "The full name of this lamp is Liuyun Reincarnation Lamp. Life is used as a sacrifice in exchange for rebirth and love. Judging from the location of this lamp, it should be set up by Empress Xi Qinming."

Yelunan scoffed coldly: "He still wants to have an afterlife with Ming Feiqing?"

He threw the reincarnation lamp with his hands.

Ming Feiqing woke up suddenly, what he saw was the will.

afterlife?

Ming Feiqing looked bitterly at the dazzling and warm sky outside.

It turned out that this so-called afterlife was begged by Huai Ziyu regardless of his wishes.