reincarnated as king

The fog in the morning has not cleared yet, lingering around the eaves-horned auspicious beasts of the Liuli Palace. "Squeak—" With a sound, the heavy door opened, and the lamp was lit, illuminating the brilliance of the room.He sat up as usual, changed clothes, took a shower, changed into a robe with bright gold thread and cloud patterns, put on a robe with five-clawed golden dragon embroidered patterns, and sat in front of the mirror.On the bronze mirror, the agate with two dragons holding beads reflects a maid with a bowed head and a dignified demeanor.

"To use that e-crown now, let's make it look solemn."

The woman bowed her knees in response, holding the comb so that her blue hair was tied up carefully.He half closed his eyes, looking unclear.People's voices move around in the palace, but they are as silent as tidbits.After a while, a eunuch came to report tremblingly, with a hoarse and sharp voice:

"Your Majesty, it's Yin time."

He stepped on the familiar road step by step, suddenly, it seemed that he was heading towards an unfathomable abyss, but his figure was still steady, his steps were serene, and his expression was indifferent.He walked to the wide and tall chair, sat down very naturally, and waved his hand.

The eunuch understood, and said hoarsely and sharply: "Xuan Baiguan sees you!"

The sound was repeated like this, from the Wenhua Hall to the Wenxi Hall, and then through the middle gate until it resounded throughout the Forbidden Palace.A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds just right.It was broad daylight.

He glanced at the people who saluted, knelt down, kowtowed three times, and stood up again amidst his faint "flat body".They were wearing brocade clothes, holding wat boards, and hats and crowns, and they were imposing, but none of them looked up at him, they just lowered their heads as if waiting for something.

"Where is Yushi Xing Jingda?" He asked and stood up.

They finally waited.

There was a commotion among the ministers for a while, and a person stood up and knelt at the front: "The minister is here."

With a sound of "pa--", a memorial was thrown in front of him. "Let's read, your book from yesterday."

"Yes," Xing Yushi took the memorial, opened it without standing up, and recited calmly and loudly:

"Chen Baibiao: There is Fang Jingxuan, the great scholar of Zuodian Pavilion and the chief assistant of Wenyuan Pavilion, who is treacherous and tyrannical, indulges his subordinates, and tolerates traitors. As a former minister of Emperor Yi, there is still a gap in his heart, and he is suspected of plotting wrongdoing. And he commits many crimes... "

"Enough!" He stopped his walking body and shouted.The hall suddenly fell silent, only the sound of him tapping on the table was left.He naturally understood the following words very clearly. "Many acts of sycophancy, ignoring the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers. I beg your Majesty to observe clearly, and you can be punished. The crime is heinous, and it can be listed as ten in the following, one..."

He frowned coldly, opened his mouth to break the silence, and what he said made the officials whisper.

"Fang Jingxuan, do you have something to say?"

Another figure stood up, unhurriedly, knelt down straight, he saluted, and said softly but firmly: "I have nothing to say."

The surrounding discussions suddenly intensified, and then suddenly fell silent.

He was silent for a while, his eyes seemed to be lingering on Fang Jingxuan, and he said again: "Do all the ministers in the cabinet have any objections?"

Several people lowered their heads.Yang Zirong glanced at Fang Jingxuan a few more times, but in the end he didn't stand out from the team.

"Do you have any suggestions, dear friends?"

Silence filled the Wenhua Palace all of a sudden, and it was full of tension that was on the verge of breaking out.Finally, an old man raised his eyelids, came out a little unsteadily, knelt down and said: "Chen Yin secretly agrees with Xing Yushi." Another person stood up and said: "Chen Hu Guangdao seconded the proposal." Seats, most of them knelt down, and said in unison: "The minister waits for second."

The rest of the people sitting were silent, Fang Jingxuan knelt at the front, couldn't see his expression clearly, his body was like a pine and cypress, and his official clothes were like ash.However, he was loose after all, and he knelt down, slowly.

"Fang Jingxuan's seal of the second grade will be removed, and he will be put in the prison."

"...Minister, Jingxuan leads the order."

The sun gradually slipped into the gloomy hall, flying dust and dancing. When he watched Fang Jingxuan leave, he saw such a beautiful scene.The deep palace is re-locked, the seasons change, sophistication is unpredictable, who knows.

In June of the third year of Qianning, Bei Gongdi dismissed Fang Jingxuan and imprisoned him in prison pending trial, which triggered an earthquake in the political arena of the Great Jin Dynasty and a change in Kishiya.

There is no sky, no turning over.The sky prison in Dajin is not as loosely managed as in Zhiguai novels, allowing people to rob the prison at will; nor is it as grievous as the imperial prison, where every inch of the land is stained with blood.This is just an official prison, used to detain the heinous sinners, or the losers who have fallen from the heights in the political struggles above the court.However, this place is dark and depressing, and it is indeed like this. Although there is no prison, and there is no conversation, it makes people feel that there is always a heavy boulder pressing on the heart.

This is a kind of psychological despair: because there is no future, or in other words, a long time is easily cut into small pieces by a dark and dreary cold cell, and then the length of time and the changes of years will be meaningless and meaningless. start.

Fang Jingxuan sat in such a place for three days.

He counted it day by day. In the past three days, his spirit has not even collapsed or distorted. At a glance, he is still calm and calm, but perhaps it is subtle, he is in the dark After thinking a lot, the whole person became more and more cold and sober.

On the first day, he might have looked forward to the arrival of someone.However, he maintained a posture until the second or third day, and he felt at ease.In other words, he finally had a sudden realization—it was over like this.His ambition and hard work will be in vain, and all his efforts may be nothing more than a joke and a dream. When he wakes up from the dream, his heart will be so cold.Fang Jingxuan thought of a lot at this moment, including the time when he was a young man practicing medicine in the south of the Yangtze River, the time when he returned to the capital when he was weak and became the head of the Fang family to take the exam for fame, and when he met the right person in a certain afternoon, Marrying Qin Jin with her, raising eyebrows together... It turns out that there are indeed so many warm memories, not like some blazing ones, but warm ones.

Gradually, he began to understand many ministers who fell from high positions in Yangyang's annals. Whether they were disheartened or enlightened, maybe they hadn't reached the end of the mountain, so he hadn't died yet, but he was indeed disappointed.

It was indeed torture.In silence, cut off the corners and bottom lines of people, until the eyes of all the people in it are wiped out of life, and become the same as Fang Jingxuan who was taken into prison at the beginning and leaned against the wall. The eyes of the sitting prisoner were equally numb, and the rest were walking corpses.

When Fang Jingxuan found out that he had already thought about when the persimmon trees in the courtyard would bear fruit, he also burst out laughing: "When I was in a trance of nostalgia for a while, my yellow hair fell down in a flash."

However, at this moment, there were clear footsteps from the far end of the corridor.A dim light from a yellow oil lamp slowly moved closer.Fang Jingxuan looked at the wall in front of him that was suddenly illuminated. He didn't stand up, but his face was calm, as if he had long been cut off from the world and had no other thoughts.

"In the "Da Jin Law Code": three days of detention before the trial. Today is exactly the third day, could it be that I was invited?" Fang Jingxuan looked at the wall of the cell, as if studying the texture of moss on it, Said slowly to the door.

The cell door behind him was closed, and an oil lamp illuminated the cell, Fang Jingxuan waited for the visitor's answer.As time went by, the visitor remained silent, and his identity suddenly became clear to Fang Jingxuan in the dullness.

Fang Jingxuan sneered, stood up, knelt down and saluted: "The guilty minister kowtows to the Holy One."

The pair of chiffon dragon boots in front of him moved slightly forward two steps, and immediately became stiff again.

Fang Jingxuan lowered the corners of her eyes, knelt at the same spot and did not get up, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, casually thinking about how this matter would end after being listed as a "rebellious minister and thief" who was listed as one of the top ten crimes.

It took Bei Gongdi a long time before he said: "Freedom from courtesy." He said these four words very steadily, and no one could hear his emotions.

Fang Jingxuan was not polite, and continued to sit back on the original straw mat.Bei Gongdi stood, looking around silently, not knowing what he was looking at.Just when Fang Jingxuan thought it was weird to be so quiet, Bei Gongdi suddenly said, "You... just live here?"

Fang Jingxuan glanced at him from bottom to top, but unfortunately the man's expression could not be seen clearly in the halo of light and darkness.He replied coldly: "Criminal officials dare not make false demands, one room is enough."

Bei Gongdi seemed to be choosing his words carefully: "How is the meal...?"

Fang Jingxuan replied as coldly as before: "I'm not hungry."

Bei Gongdi closed his eyes a little bit, turned a blind eye to his rudeness, and said quickly as if explaining: "I can't let them take care of you...not worrying about the few but the unevenness...not to mention, the court will... "

Fang Jingxuan looked at him coldly, and the sarcasm in his eyes became even stronger: "The guilty minister is content." He sneered.

Bei Gongdi's voice suddenly lowered, with a somewhat embarrassing look: "You...just be fine."

Fang Jingxuan stopped talking, are you all right?He is not good at all.It was not because of the harsh environment here that brought discomfort and torture to the body that had always been rich and well-clothed, but because of the various entanglements and pains in his heart that crushed his will and washed away like a tide.Fang Jingxuan suddenly admired himself very much. At this moment, he can still have great concentration, so as not to lose his composure in front of this person, and rush forward to vent the hatred in his heart.

The smiles of the past overlapped and overlapped in the memory, and at this moment they became more and more ironic. Under the dim lights, Fang Jingxuan only knew that all kinds of suppressed emotions were beginning to move around, even though she frowned and looked away.He was afraid that he couldn't help but want to question Bei Gongdi: Do you have a heart...

Bei Gongdi lowered his head slightly, and suddenly asked inexplicably, "Where is that jade wrench now?"

Fang Jingxuan narrowed her eyes immediately when she heard the words, and her mind spun quickly, Sichen realized his intentions, and replied, "I was taken away before I was sent to prison."

Bei Gongdi was silent for a while, and then said: "Keep it well." He turned around, "Don't lose it." He seemed to be leaving, and these four words fell into Fang Jingxuan's ears slightly But like thunder.

Fang Jingxuan trembled all over, and stood up without hesitation: "What do you mean?" He even asked sharply regardless of his identity.

Bei Gongdi's body swayed imperceptibly, his hanging fingers moved, but he didn't speak.

Fang Jingxuan looked at his back and sneered, his face gradually became indifferent and numb, but his voice revealed a sense of coldness: "In your eyes, everything in the world is nothing more than a mere plaything of love, life, hate and death. Is there anything in your heart?"

Bei Gongdi still didn't answer.

His silence made Fang Jingxuan even more annoyed, took two steps closer, and asked in a cold voice: "What on earth do you mean? Three years was actually a farce, a frolic?

There are few people like Fang Jingxuan, who can wear a prison uniform with an aura that does not lose the dragon robe, he questioned fiercely.In the huge prison cell, with the dim oil lamp, among the mottled traces, one could vaguely see that there was a hint of madness on his face.

He suddenly reached out and clasped Bei Gongdi's shoulder, turned the man around and pressed hard against the wall, wanting to see the expression of the silent man.

After getting closer, Fang Jingxuan was suddenly stunned. Under the luxurious crown, Bei Gongdi lowered his head, with long eyelashes hanging down, his eyes were reddish, as if he was trying his best to endure something.Such a forbearance made Fang Jingxuan's hand gripping his arm tighten a bit, but the person in front of him slowly raised his head without saying a word.

Bei Gongdi looked at him, his eyes were brown under the firelight, and his expression was so fragile that he couldn't hide a trace of exhaustion: "You still want...how can I make you?"

There was a flash in Fang Jingxuan's eyes, looking at the face that was about to cry, he stretched out his fingers and clasped Bei Gongdi's chin in a strange way.Bei Gongdi trembled, his body trembled, his thin lips opened and closed, but in the end they closed without saying a word. At the same time, he lowered his eyes slightly.