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

Zhao Dongyang has been in the Zhao family for some years, but he has never seen Zhao Changning like that.

He came back from the palace, still wearing official robes, official hat and shoes kicked aside, smashed all the things that could be smashed in front of the hall, even a lot of antiques, stood with disheveled hair among the broken porcelain on the floor, suddenly He laughed silently, as if in a daze, stepped on the broken porcelain all over the floor, and walked to the bedroom.

There were bloody footprints all over the promenade.

Zhao Ming was still in the school, Zhao Dongyang was the only one who was frightened by the blood all over the floor, and dared not knock on the door to ask.

There were long bloodstains on the hem of Zhao Changning's clothes, and when he opened the brocade box, his eyes were pierced with pain.

The ups and downs of his life seemed to have been bought by this 50 taels of gold.

In the year when Zhao Changning was the chief assistant, another incident happened.

His mother, Mrs. Zhao, was assassinated and killed on the way to Beijing. Zhao Changning got the news and rushed over, only in time to hold his mother's cold body.

Stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood along the way, there are too many enemies, and I don't know whose handwriting it is for a while.

This poor woman lost her husband in her early years and was displaced. In her later years, she was still burdened by her children, and she ended up buried in the loess.

Zhao Changning knelt in front of his mother's tomb for a whole night, the mountain was covered by heavy snow, and there was only a shadow standing upright like an ice sculpture.

From then on, Zhao Ming seemed to be a different person. He gritted his teeth and hated his brother, as if his brother had killed his mother.Zhao Changning wanted him to be a gentleman, so he chose to be a villain.He was so well protected by Zhao Changning that he looked childish until now.

Finally, he failed his father's dying entrustment.

No one understands the truth that prosperity must decline better than Zhao Changning.

When the cabinet is outlawed, his fate will not be much better than that of the ministers of the previous dynasty.

He is afraid of pain.

Zhao Changning was not as tough as Zhao Ming since he was a child, and if he bumped a little, it would hurt for a whole day.

When he was a child, Mrs. Zhao held him in her arms, swept the dust off his body, and blew gently on his wound, "How can I raise such a delicate child in the future."

After his mother died, Zhao Changning no longer cried, and the person who loved him was gone.

He is not afraid of death, but what will Zhao Ming do if he dies.

In the 27th year of Jian'an, the emperor has reached the end of his battle.

On the sickbed, he looked carefully at the young man kneeling beside the bed.

At his age, he was indeed a child.

A beautiful child has now become a knife he arranged to castrate the cabinet in the dark.

It was not difficult for him to imagine what would happen to this child after it fell into Chu Yu's hands.

From the time when Zhao Changning took this road through Lin Fen's mouth in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, it was a dead end.

As the candlelight flickered, the emperor's voice suddenly softened.

"I remember that Zhao Qing was very afraid of pain."

Zhao Changning turned his face slightly, did not speak, and curled his fingers slightly.

"You hate me."

The emperor said softly, then smiled again, "I remember when I first saw you, I liked those eyes."

Among the bustling people kneeling on the ground, only this pair of eyes were as bright as the sun.

But now, the emperor could no longer see anything from his calm eyes.

He watched the child gradually become unrecognizable over the years.

The emperor pinched his chin with his hands and raised his cheeks, just like the new top scholar kneeling at the bottom of the steps and looking up in surprise after being called by the emperor above.

They can't go back to the beginning.

The emperor pinched Zhao Changning's neck and approached him, and a bloody kiss fell down inch by inch. Zhao Changning just knelt down and was forced to bear the kiss.

The emperor's illness was caused by overwork, and it was hard to get back. However, it was the emperor's majesty, and at this moment, no one dared to take a second look at it with a light sweep.

The court lady and eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling.

The emperor got no response, let go of Zhao Changning, and sighed softly.

Zhao Changning knelt for a long time before he heard the emperor wave his hand, his brows and eyes were tired, "Back down. Prince Xuan is here to see you."

When Zhao Changning came out of the main hall, he saw Chu Yu who had been announced by the emperor. The 15-year-old Crown Prince had a mother-like face. He was affectionate and handsome, with clear outlines. The velvet boots only glanced up and down at Zhao Changning, Zhao Changning slightly stood sideways and cupped his hands, then passed by.

On the Shangyuan Festival in the 27th year of Jian'an, on a snowy winter day, the emperor of Dachu died of illness in his palace.

A beauty's twilight and a hero's end are the most common things, and it's embarrassing to put it on this famous emperor.

When Emperor Chu Zhou was in power, he did not love the people like his own son, and what he did was a disaster for the present. His great achievements will last forever. Therefore, the caliber of the ruling and the opposition is not unified. You are not a benevolent king, but a hero."

On the day the emperor left, Zhao Changning stood in the snow, listening to the death knell from the palace, and remained silent for a long time without kneeling down.

When I was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses, I saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

He is still young, but he feels that his temples are full of stars, and half his life has passed.

Zhao Changning is no longer the smug Jinshi of Xinke, and the emperor is no longer the emperor of Shengming that he admired and admired.

With the sound of the death knell, all the past disappeared.