The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

It was getting late, Xu Hui entered the courtyard of Concubine Wen with a cold wind, the maid Nafu lifted the curtain, and in the warm pavilion, Xu Xicong was sitting next to the small couch, writing with a brush.

The prime minister shakes his robe and bows down.

Xu Xicong stopped slightly, and sent away the waiters, leaving only his nephew and uncle.

Holding up the cup with trembling hands, the Prime Minister ignored Xun Rili's prudence, and hurriedly took a few sips. The hot water flowed down his throat, gradually dissipating the cold air in his body, and the hoarfrost on his outer robe was also baked by the charcoal fire in the room. of evaporation.

Concubine Wen raised her jade dimple, dipped the tip of her pen into some ink, then straightened her back, drawing strokes one by one.

"Xicong, when you were not out of the pavilion, your regular script was comparable to everyone in the world. Now it's freezing, so you don't need to write it." Xu Hui said.

Xu Xicong lowered his phoenix eyes, and said indifferently: "If you don't practice for a long time, your skills will become unfamiliar."

Xu Hui glanced at the rice paper, but there were only messy words and sentences. He tentatively asked: "Do you know when His Majesty will return to the palace?"

Xu Xicong's face was flat, his black eyebrows were lightly stretched, and he responded leisurely: "I don't know."

"This..." Xu Hui deliberately prolonged the ending, and lifted his lips, not wanting to make any more detours, "The imperial concubine has been away for many days, and your majesty still does not want to see the courtiers. There is no one in the court, and people are in a state of panic. Previously, there was a regent who came to the court to handle government affairs on his behalf, but now..."

Xu Xicong knew what it meant, blinked his eyelashes, and didn't look up.

"The most urgent task is for Your Majesty to cheer up and return to the palace to govern." Xu Hui immediately said.

The pen stopped at one point, and the person who wrote it responded indifferently: "Who can control Your Majesty? She doesn't want to go back to the palace or meet people. What can I do?"

Xu Hui saw that people were not eager, and he couldn't speak out to remonstrate. He knew the human nature in front of him, and he would eat soft and not hard, so he coughed heavily, "Xicong, uncle is old, and he can't be regarded as a Yuqiong people in this life. Seeking great blessings, I have been an official for at least 40 years, and I have never slacked off for a moment. Naturally, I want to see the stability of the country before I retire and return to my hometown.

"Give Your Majesty a moment."

"It's been so long, I haven't seen any improvement, it shouldn't be..."

"What shouldn't?" Xu Xicong raised his head and asked.

"It's sad to be sad. Anyway, it's just a beggar picked up, so I won't lose the emperor's heart for a small person. Now I don't see a trace of ambition, heroism and heroism."

Xu Xi was stunned, as if he had been hit hard by something, the ink condensed and pooled on the vellus hair that was condensed in mid-air, and finally dripped unbearably.

"Even you... can see it."

"What? See what?"

"nothing!"

Xu Xicong quickly interrupted, straightened his robes, and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I will persuade her. She has more than just love for children on her shoulders. No matter how sad she is, she will eventually be responsible for the country."

When Xu Hui heard this, he felt relieved. The problem was solved, but he didn't get up for a long time.

Xu Xicong grew up in the prime minister's mansion since she was a child, counting as half of her, and she is very intelligent and clear, how could she not know what her father was thinking, so she pretended not to know at this moment.

The prime minister turned his face away, looked at the charcoal fire not far away, and sighed for no reason: "I don't know how long this charcoal will last, but if it is extinguished, is there any good substitute?"

Xu Xicong was a little angry, and put down the jade pen heavily, "The harem doesn't talk about the affairs of the previous dynasty. I don't want to comment on who will replace it."

"Oh," Xu Hui said with a smile, "It's just a chat between my uncle and my nephew. Taking a step back, there have already been many discussions in the streets and streets. We live in a temple, so we have to be prepared.

Instead of letting people with ulterior motives deliver some useless new emperors, it is better to check every level at our place. "

Xu Xicong sneered, and brought a cup of herbal tea to eat, "Uncle wants to go overboard and choose the new emperor himself?"

"How dare a humble official! I just hope that the government will be stable. The longer it drags on, the louder the discussion will be. The regent caused a lot of trouble, rumors..." Xu Hui slowly lowered his face, not daring to look at Concubine Wen, and then whispered: "I'm afraid the ordinary people below don't know. There are some gossips among the royal family and relatives, which may cause great turmoil."

"Gossip?"

"En," Xu Hui approached three inches closer, deliberately lowering his voice, "The woman who assassinated His Highness looks exactly like the great general Murong Anran, she doesn't need to be tortured at all, and she is talking about her and His Highness's... romantic affair in the death cell. "

Xu Xicong was shocked and didn't speak for a long time.

"She rambled nonsense that the regent also loves women." But with simple words, the prime minister said it was extremely difficult, and his mouth was very dry, "even said...the regent ordered her to copy and learn all kinds of dirty books, where to put them together, They all pointed out the places, and indeed found several stacks.”

Xu Xicong felt the seriousness of the matter, that kind of books are taboo, let alone a stack, it is difficult to enter the harem even if it is hidden, there are many people watching, so it will not be discovered, and the grandiose possession, the mother-in-law up and down Zi Ding got his will.

Xu Hui's face was solemn, and he continued: "You also know that many of the Qiao family have foreign surnames. This move has already aroused some people's dissatisfaction, and they are unwilling to accept another... a womanizing emperor... If this continues, Isn’t Yuqiong messing around? To be more serious, there are a lot of men in the royal family, and they may seize the opportunity to change the rules for women to proclaim themselves emperor.”

Xu Xicong raised his eyebrows in a rare way, his five fingers landed on the rice paper, he grasped it with one hand, twisted it into a ball, and said displeasedly, "Why don't you punish the woman who assassinated the regent according to the law, and keep her dirty words for no reason?"

"The reason for keeping her is..." Xu Hui reluctantly said, hesitantly, "I'm going to be buried with His Highness. After all, there will be a period of time. When I go underground, there must be someone to wait on me, right?"

After a moment of contemplation, Xu Xicong got up, and turned the angle coldly, "Tonight I will persuade His Majesty to return to the palace to preside over the overall situation. As for the candidates, we should consider comprehensively, and not just accept the opinions of whoever is high and powerful."

"Yes," Xu Hui followed to the bed, paying homage to Concubine Wen.

The Prime Minister got up, took a deep breath, and felt that the big deal was half done. He relaxed his muscles and bones, and felt comfortable. Just before he walked away, he became interested in Xu Xicong's words.

Just now, Concubine Wen was too hesitant and hesitant when she took over the turning point. This is the first time Xu Hui has seen it in more than [-] years.

Approaching the low couch, the Prime Minister picked up the ball of paper and slowly opened it, and it was written in black and white:

--The empress is not an empress, but an empress.

"What's the meaning of this?" Xu Hui pinched the paper and pondered over it. He really thought it was a wrong sentence, and said to himself, "If the Empress is not the Empress, who else could it be?"

Anyway, I can't figure it out, there are still things to deal with right now, the prime minister didn't make too many guesses, he re-rolled the paper ball and put it back in place.

……

Xu Xicong braved the cold wind and walked straight into the Empress's study.

There was no carbon in the room, and the man sat quietly under the lamp with his knees crossed, his peach blossom eyes staring blankly at the dancing sparks.

The figure broke into Qin Yan's line of sight, she raised her head, and saw a cold beauty in Tsinghua tulle, with loose black hair and bare feet, standing alone with her hands down, she couldn't help saying softly: "Xicong."

The call passing through the empty and lonely hall is like a flower in March. In the soft petals, there are dense ice needles that have never melted in the winter. An inexplicable feeling hits my heart. Looking at the Empress, she remembered what Yunyu left before she left:

-The empress is not an empress, but an empress.

Outsiders can see that the empress is different from the past, and as the person next to her pillow, she suddenly realizes it.

The person who was tortured and thinned by pain was definitely not the empress, and definitely not the all-powerful, passionate but not affectionate Qiao Yulan.

The weak and miserable call went straight to the heart, even if all the voices and expressions of the wedding night in the bridal chamber were added up, it would not be worth it.

"It's a concubine," Xu Xicong walked to the person, knelt down obediently, clung to the empress's shoulders with both hands, and pressed her face to the not-so-broad shoulders. A familiar and reassuring breath came over her, and she closed her eyes and said: "Take your ministers and concubines back to the palace. The palace is too cold and the wind is strong. You are often absent, and I feel cold physically and mentally."

Qin Yan touched the other party's hand, and with the congealed sadness in his eyes, he comforted softly: "You go back first, I want to stay a little longer."

The head on the shoulder shook, and Yu Di, who was usually calm, was quite moved at this moment, Xu Xicong said sadly: "No need, come and go, I want to be with you."

Qin Yan smiled affectionately, stroked the other's black hair with his palm, and expressed some emotion from the bottom of his heart, "You act like a child, but not like you in normal times."

"As long as His Majesty can return to the palace, the concubines would rather not be decent," Xu Xicong raised his face, raised his delicate and elegant dimples, and forced a smile with affectionate eyes, "It doesn't matter if you laugh at me or look down on me, I don't care."

Love is like little flames, falling on a thin body soaked in tears, Qin Yan reached out and took the fox fur lying aside, and put it on Xu Xicong's shoulders, "Your body is already weak, and you can wear it alone in the cold night." Barefoot, deliberately looking for bitter medicine to drink?"

Xu Xicong smiled gently, pinching the edge of the cloak with both hands, opening his arms, leaning forward, holding the empress in his arms, and sheltering with him, she couldn't restrain the pain in her heart, and asked: "The concubine has been exposed to the wind and cold for a few days? Okay, but what about Your Majesty? How long will it take?"

Qin Yan was touched, lowered his face, and was full of emotion: "I just can't accept it for a while, and a living person just disappears like this. This is not an illusion, let alone a game..."

"The dead are gone and cannot be chased," Xu Xicong gently kissed the empress's robe, and encouraged him, "The living should act bravely."

"Xicong, you don't understand!" Qin Yan grabbed the back of Xu Xicong's hand, as if trying his best to let the other party understand his sincerity, "Ah Xi's death, I can't get rid of it, and it's my conscience to be here with her." At least feel better."

Hearing this, Xu Xicong smiled with tears in his eyes.

She stood up from the empress, walked to the sword platform with lotus steps, rolled up her cuff with one hand, and took the Seven Treasures Heavenly Son Sword with the other, the sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was dazzling.

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment.

The sword-holder wipes the front with two fingers, and his eyebrows are full of determination, "The sword of the Son of Heaven, with Yanxi Shicheng as the front, Qi Dai as the edge; Wrapped in the four seasons; circumnavigated by the Bohai Sea, led by Changshan; controlled by the five elements, the theory is based on punishment and virtue; opened by yin and yang, held by spring and summer, and traveled by autumn and winter. ①”

The clothes are all moving, touch the autumn water, ride the wind of the sword, and spin around naked, the sword of the Son of Heaven is like a snake flying in the clouds, the sword flower rides the wind to control the light, just like the snow is flying in the sky, the high-pitched voice resounds again, "This sword is as straight as ever , Take it above everything else, case against it, and luck without sidelines. The upper level is to decide the floating clouds, and the lower level is to rule the world. Once this sword is used, it will conquer the princes, and the world will obey it.②"

After the dance, the wind blows, and three thousand blue silks flutter in the air, Xu Xicong's teary eyes blurred, "The Sword of Heaven is not a decoration for Your Majesty!"

"I don't deserve it... I don't deserve the Heavenly Sword, I don't deserve anyone! I'm ashamed of every one of you!" Qin Yan clasped her fingers on the table, her transparent nails were broken, and she felt pain like a heart-piercing pain. If you can’t protect it, how can you protect the world!”

Xu Xicong took a step forward, endured the tears that were about to burst, and reprimanded again: "If I am Axi, Your Majesty looks like this, I will definitely look back three times on the road to Huangquan. It was the young man who gave himself half a bun back then, and was full of vigor."

"Furthermore, you gave her food and clothing, a warm room, and the happiness that the world longs for, but there are still hungry people in the world, there are still beggars, and there are endless successors in the underworld, swallowing people's thin backs in the wind and snow, isn't it another one? Ah Xi? It's just that she didn't have the good fortune to meet His Majesty.

There is no chance, on New Year's Eve, when firecrackers are shaking the sky, corpses are exposed in the wilderness, and a person who allows black crows to gouge their eyes, wild dogs to tear their ears, and greedy wolves to gnaw their fingers, who would love it? ! "

Under the stern voice, Qin Yan gradually collapsed, tears pouring down, "You don't understand... February [-] is coming soon... I can't change anything."

Xu Xicong took a few steps back, looking at the sky above, tears finally fell down one by one, "Mayfly lives and dies at night, once was in the sky, just an inch away, and then it rained desolately, its wings were broken and its feathers were broken, and we will never see each other again; After a hundred years, I wasted my time like a mayfly, and I must be indignant about injustice."

Qin Yan was ashamed and ashamed, thousands of words were stuffed in her chest, and she was getting more and more uncomfortable. She cried and shook her head, tears flashed in her eyes, she didn't dare to look at anyone, and said guiltily: "I didn't do anything at first, hide Keep it hidden, some things won't happen, some people won't die!

I was really scared. I was afraid that after sitting on the dragon chair, love, hate, life and death would be bound to an invisible giant wheel, and driven by it inexplicably, it would crush more and more people with absolute power.And I... can't do anything! "

"...Do you want to hide in the palace and escape everything?"

"Yes……"

Qin Yan sat slumped on the ground, admitting his weakness and incompetence.

As if drained of strength, Xu Xicong looked back at the person in front of her. She exhausted all her patience and courage, and her repeated responses were all weakness and evasion.

So, there is no need to verify anything.

She knew she was fake.

The ridiculous thing is, who can see through the love in the world?

From the first moment they enter the door, some people know that they are hopeless, and the orange glow of emotions that changes day and night is woven into a white dream, covering the sky and covering the earth, like fog and illusion, unwilling to wake up, or combining dreams with dreams. The replacement of reality, in exchange for the drunken life and dream that everyone despises.

Love is not about a name, an identity, or what should be taken for granted.

Xu Xicong really fell in love with this weak woman in front of him, even though she didn't have the slightest shadow of Qiao Yulan.

The Tianzi sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, Xu Xicong staggered, full of frustration and heartache, this feeling was sharp and profound, piercing the long-standing noble and indifferent coat, revealing a hot, turbulent, impenetrable heart inside, bearing Affectionate torture that no one else could know, the sword's edge gradually moved away from the ground, gradually rose to midair, and finally touched the white and warm place.

"Xicong! What are you doing!" Qin Yan shouted hastily.

Gripping the sword tightly, Xu Xicong felt the cold edge of the sword on his neck, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Your Majesty will not betray anyone but me."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Qin Yan stood up and wanted to go forward to grab the sword, but was forced back by a scarlet mouth, so she had to beg, "Put down the sword quickly, I beg you!"

Xu Xicong said weakly: "In this palace on the outskirts of Beijing, Your Majesty experienced a narrow escape. When you were lying on the sickbed in the cold and long night, you stroked my blue hair and asked me to wait for you to recover. I will remember, and I will always remember!" Remember?!"

The past is ups and downs, and the curtain is emerging.

At the beginning, Murong Anran ruthlessly pushed himself into the abyss, on the verge of collapse on the night of breaking up, miserable and helpless, it was the person in front of him who opened his heart and danced with him without hesitation.

Qin Yan stretched out her hand and grabbed it out of thin air, "I...I...I remember."

"That's good," Xu Xicong smiled, and said softly: "Your Majesty doesn't know that I am a strong woman, it's okay.

This time, His Majesty broke his promise, abandoned Xi Cong, and watched me follow Axi.

This approach is not to blame and resentment, it is because the concubines are old-fashioned, they cannot share the love of their lover, and the rest of their lives are meaningless, it is better to kill themselves vigorously with a sword.

To die before His Majesty's eyes, to win back the king's heart, to gain some care, and like Axi, you will never forget it! "

"Nonsense!" Qin Yan was so anxious that the veins on her forehead were bulging, she cried out in grief and indignation: "I have already lost Axi, I can't lose any more!"

"You can't lose it, do you want your concubine to live on?"

Xu Xicong increased his strength, the sharp blade easily cut through the white flesh, and the bright red blood broke through the gap, flowing along the white sword body, "Your Majesty indulges in sorrow, hides in a shabby room, and shackles body and mind. , please die!"

"You are forcing me..."

"It's His Majesty who is coercing the courtiers and concubines..."

Looking at the trembling empress with her crying red phoenix eyes, Xu Xicong used strong means to awaken the obsession and confusion of the other party. Precious sea delicacies are like white wax, and brocade clothes are like cicada wings." "So, what is life like!"

There was no sound in the room, and when the blood splattered and fell, it undoubtedly became a thunderous sound, hitting Qin Yan's chest accurately.

Not all blood can awaken people, and not all persecutions have the desired results.

The love aroused and the sadness of not wanting to repeat the same mistakes made Qin Yan re-examine her own cowardice, and she stepped closer and became more determined step by step.

A glimmer of hope was rekindled, causing Qin Yan to reach out her hand with infinite warmth, "Xicong, if you don't give up, you will fall into my arms."

With the fall of the Son of Heaven Sword, the two bodies gradually approached, airtight.

"Fool!" Qin Yan hugged her and smiled with tears in her eyes: "I've never seen you like this... I really lost to you."

"I'm stupid, I've identified you in this life, no matter who you are!" Xu Xicong retracted his head into the empress's chest, and before anyone could speak, he comforted him: "It's too cold here, let's go back to the palace overnight."

"it is good……"

……

After embracing each other for a long time, the two were willing to let go of their hands.

Qin Yan put socks on for her, and personally helped her put on the cotton padded coat to ensure that Xu Xicong would not get the slightest bit of cold, then took her hand and walked outside.

Walking to the gate of the palace, the servant hurried hurriedly, fell to his knees with a plop, and nodded his head.

Qin Yan's heart constricted instantly, her scalp became numb, and boundless fear revived, and struck again with overwhelming momentum.

The servant stammered crying: "Your Majesty, something is wrong, Concubine Ren...she...she...she was ruined by someone!"

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①②From "Speaking of Swords"

New Year's Eve, no more