[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The emperor's cold illness took more than four days to ease slightly. The young emperor, who had been seriously ill, closed the door of the palace by himself, his body was broken, and his already sinister eyebrows and eyes became colder, like a ghost crawling from the nether world. Once dignified and demeanor, several palace servants who approached were killed with sticks, and only Zhu Minsheng was able to go in and out of the imperial court.

Zhu Minsheng was old, walked to the side of the emperor, and put on soap boots for Chu Yu who was sitting crookedly in front of the couch with bare feet.

A bloody garment was placed next to the pillow on the dragon couch, which already stinks badly.

Zhu Minsheng knelt down, "Your Majesty, let Mr. Zhao be buried in peace."

Chu Yu kicked Zhu Minsheng away, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Minsheng crawled over and grabbed Chu Yu's dragon robe. The golden dragon on the dragon robe had a hideous face.

"Your Majesty, when Yu Xiaoye went, Zhao Yan was already a corpse. It is said that she was burned all over her body, and there was thick smoke choking her nose and nose. How could she survive? At that time, Yu Xiaoye saw with his own eyes the expression of the Northwest King's distraught expression. How to fake it."

Chu Yu clutched the bloody coat in front of the couch tightly.

When Eleven left him, he left him a coat.

Now that Zhao Yan is dead, his uncle tore up the skirt and threw it to Yu Xiaoye to take back to Beijing, presumably because he hated him.

A piece of red wax was burning in the emperor's bedroom, and the candle shed red tears, which was suddenly extinguished in the sound of the wind.

The dark and shadowless palace looked like the main hall of Yama, and Chu Yu's eerie face was hidden in the darkness.

Zhao Changning really died this time.

The last game designed by Zhao Changning used his own life to trap everyone in it.

He died with the first emperor with a big fire, cut off the official path of the descendants of the Liu family, and threw Chu Yu's life into the endless hell of both mental and physical torture.In the end, Zhao Changning did not forget his mother's hatred. He expected that after his death, Chu Yu would find fault with the Yang family and break the roots of the Yang family. Pick up the butcher knife.

He is Zhao Changning.

But she was once Zhao Yan, the chief assistant of the cabinet, who made the world fearful.

But Chu Yu forgot about it during the long time together.

How can a goshawk be imprisoned in a tall building?

Chu Yu laughed out loud and coughed out of breath.

Blood gushed out of his throat, and the blood dripped onto the handkerchief. Zhu Minsheng got up and was about to light the lamp, but Chu Yu waved his hand to stop the Huayi supervisor.

Zhu Minsheng heard Chu Yu's hoarse and broken voice, "Although I am high above, I can't hold anything in my hands."

Zhu Minsheng sighed, "Your Majesty, one must be content."

After winning the world, sitting on the Taiping River and Mountains, the emperor still laments the injustice of fate, how can the dead under the dragon chair appeal for their grievances.

Both the fish and the bear's paw are wanted, but in the end the bamboo basket fetches water in vain.

Zhu Minsheng couldn't see the emperor's face clearly in the dark night, but felt that the sight falling on him was like a knife.

The sticky blood in the throat was swallowed alive. The young monarch of the dynasty looked back on his life. His father was not a good father, and his mother was not his biological mother. Every step he walked in the abyss, no one could be trusted, no one could trust him, and the long-term loneliness was like a mouthful. The giant beast devoured his seven emotions and six desires. He was a sharp knife placed on the Dragon Throne together by the first emperor and the queen mother. After a long time, he himself could not tell whether it was a human or a ghost.

Whether he loves or hates Zhao Changning, it is part of Chu Yu's life.

At that time, he could still feel the fresh breath of life.

Now all of this has disappeared with a fire.

Chu Yu was in the pile of brocades, but it was like being in a tomb.

This majestic imperial city buried his ancestors, buried his father, buried his two mothers, and will eventually bury himself.

Chu Yu stood up.

His voice was like a will-o'-the-wisp dancing in the dark.

"Light it up, it's dawn."

At dawn, the death knell of many people is about to ring in this imperial city.

Their death knell will be buried in history along with Zhao Yan's death, and will be speculated and studied by later generations.

At the turn of winter and spring in the eighth year of Yongli, one month after the imperial mausoleum was on fire, news spread that the courtier Zhao Yan was executed.

It is not clear why and where the Fu Zhu was executed.

Without the help of the old ministers supporting the government, the rest of the officials who did not know the truth dared not criticize even though they had doubts. Since then, the voice of the people has gradually calmed down, the rumors have gradually settled, and the situation has gradually stabilized.

The Son of Heaven purged the government and quietly began to cut off the minions of the Yang family.All the officials below the fourth grade involved in the Yang family were involved in accidents, some were ransacked and executed, some were imprisoned, and the power in the hands of Mr. Yang was being stripped away day by day.Yang Ting seemed to have expected this day long ago, calmly watching his party feathers being cut clean, watching the power of the Yang family being divided by the rest of the auxiliary ministers.He knew that the emperor was avenging Zhao Yan, or that the emperor himself was tired of being shackled for a long time.

After four long years, the Yang family finally ushered in their own end.

According to historical records, in the winter of the 12th year of the Yongli calendar, the emperors of the three dynasties were imprisoned for dozens of crimes such as usurping the monarch, disobeying and disrespecting, and getting involved in Kuyin.

The kindness of the emperor did not involve the family.

Yang Ting hanged himself in the study at home without leaving a single word.

Yang Tingben was the backbone of the veteran ministers, the Yang family building was about to collapse, and several veteran ministers were knocked down like a pile of sand in an instant.

The emperor climbed to the pinnacle of power, recruited the harem, spread the word, and the people's prestige grew day by day, but every night when the people were quiet, he lifted up the gorgeous dragon robe, revealing his bony arms and ashes-like face.

Zhao Yan killed the real Chu Yu.

Turn Chu Yu's corpse into a puppet on the dragon chair to maintain the peace of the prosperous world.

If the emperor is unlucky, the common people are lucky.