Chapter 387 The Emperor Dies in Turns

Qing'er didn't understand Jing Jiu's words, thought about it seriously, but still didn't understand, so she gave up and asked, "Are you really not worried about Qin and Zhao? Bai Qianjun and that dead eunuch are really scary, not to mention Xiaozao'er is still in the illusion."

Jing Jiu said, "Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."

Qing'er recalled the scene on this couch more than ten years ago, and sighed, "She really likes you. I thought there would be many stories between you, but who would have thought that you would be so ruthless."

Jing Jiu said, "It's all fake."

Qing'er opened her eyes wide and said, "But you said that this world is becoming real."

Jing Jiu said: "For any world, people who are destined to leave in the future are fake."

This sentence has a deep meaning, obviously not only the world in Qingtian Jian, but also the real world outside.

Qing'er watched him for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Then what are you doing in this world?"

Jing Jiu said, "I want the fairy talisman."

The purpose of every aspirant who enters the Illusion of Qingtianjian is the immortal talisman.

This is a very cheesy answer, but it can also be said to be simple, so it is very pure.

Qing'er looked at him and asked earnestly, "Are you sure you can succeed? When I can't help you."

Jing Jiu said, "The method I choose is different from theirs, the road is different, and I will know who is right in the end."

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When people look back on the past and try to clarify their memories, they often choose some important events as time nodes. Sadly, those important events are generally not happy events, but mourning events, such as which elder in the family closed his eyes on the bamboo chair, or the white flag at the funeral of a relative whose roots were blown down by the wind.

For the general public, the standard of funerals must be higher, and the weight of the dead must be heavy enough, so that their collective memory can be deep enough, and then become their spiritual year, such as the death of the emperor. Of course, as far as this matter is concerned, it is difficult to clearly distinguish between funerals and happy events, because the death of the old emperor means the ascension of the new emperor.

In the Qin Palace.

The old man on the sickbed has wrinkled face, white hair withered like the frost grass that he forgot to burn in late autumn, his eyes are sunken, his breathing is weak, and he looks like he is about to die.

During the day of the prince, that is to say, Bai Qianjun could not see any grief on his face. Because he will be the new king of Qin, and because he doesn't have much affection for this old man, even though more than twenty years have worn away a lot of memory, at least he remembers this matter clearly, the other party is not his real biological father.

The old emperor who was about to die on the sickbed was originally a remote clan child. With his innate ability to deal with people and occasional bursts of passion, he went to Beihai County to attack the county king, and even got the real post of prefect. During the decades-long confrontation with the northern barbarians, his cowardly temperament was better and better. This period of history can be called Zhongxing, or even the founding of the country. The old emperor should have been written more vividly in the history books, but it is a pity that he gave birth to a more glorious son.

The young Martial God back then has now turned into the Northland God of Killing who can stop children from crying at night. Even in the Qin Palace, no one dares to look him in the eye.

"I don't like being called a god, because I know I'm not, and I don't like being called Taizong, or what kind of Zong, because I don't think whether you or the previous emperors are qualified to be in front of me, so I decided to be called the emperor after I ascended the throne, with Bai as my surname. What do you think of the name Baidi?"

Bai Qianjun said: "The enthronement ceremony is ready, so you die tonight, don't waste my time."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall.

The old emperor stared at his back, his eyes full of resentment and regret.

There are countless palaces in Xianyang Imperial Palace. In terms of quantity, only Qi Guoxue Palace can be compared with it.

Those palaces looked like countless beasts squatting in the night, ready to attack and bite their prey. When illuminated by the stars, they were even more ferocious.

Bai Qianjun walked into the deepest palace, waved away all the people, and found that person following the sound of the piano.

One side of the pond reflected the lights under the porch, where the girl played the piano lightly, and her white dress gently fluttered with the night, like the residual lotus in the pond. The whole picture has a lonely and pitiful feeling, which is in line with the imagination of the troubled princess being imprisoned in the cold palace, but in fact her eyes are calm, and there is no such superfluous emotion at all.

"I will ascend the throne tomorrow." Bai Qianjun walked up to her and looked down at her, but his eyes were full of doting and love.

"Congratulations, brother." Bai Zao raised his head, looked at him and said with a smile.

The emotions in Bai Qianjun's eyes had long since disappeared, and he said, "There is definite news from Qi."

Hearing these words, Bai Zao's expression changed slightly. It was obvious that she was more concerned about the matter of Qi than Qin Huang's death and change of dynasty.

Many of the more than twenty aspirants who entered the illusion have died now, and those who are still alive have basically confirmed their identities. Only one Maozhai disciple has never shown up. The scholar named Xi Yiyun has not been discovered from the beginning to the end, and has not left any traces in the illusion, as if he has never been there.

This is what Tong Yan wanted to know the most, but until he was killed by Jing Jiu and expelled from the illusion, he never figured out how Xi Yiyun did it.

Bai Zao was also very concerned about this matter, and asked Qin's spy organization to investigate for many years, and finally found some clues in the early spring.

"He is called Yunqi here. He used to study with Mo Gong back then, and later went to the Qi State Academy to manage classics. He started to give lectures the year before last."

Bai Qianjun said: "He hasn't had contact with the outside world in these years, but a disciple he accepted some time ago had contacts with the scholars of Zhao Guo Wansong Academy."

Hearing the word lecturing, Bai Zao probably understood what this one Maozhai disciple wanted to do, but he still had a lot of puzzles.

"How did he hide his identity so well?"

Bai Qianjun's expression became a little complicated, and he said, "Because... he doesn't even know who he is."

Bai Zao was slightly startled and said, "You mean he completely forgot his identity?"

Bai Qianjun nodded.

Bai Zao was a little surprised, and said, "Are you sure?"

Bai Qianjun said: "I sent seven groups of people to try it out, to make sure that he really forgot his identity as an aspirant, and only wanted to save the common people and walk the road."

Bai Zao looked at the strings on the piano and remained silent—living in the illusion for too long and being confused by the world of mortals, it is really possible for the questioner to forget all the past, but Xi Yiyun is obviously not that kind, more like active forgetting, why did he do this?

After an unknown amount of time, she sighed softly, "It's really ingenious."

Bai Qianjun also held the same opinion and said, "How should we deal with it?"

"The gentlemen of Yi Mao Zhai don't practice Taoism, but their Taoism is as firm as a rock and cannot be shaken."

Bai Zao said: "Think of a way to kill him now, otherwise it will be a great trouble in the future."

Bai Qianjun suddenly said: "I have also forgotten some things. As long as I don't think about it, I will forget it naturally, but there are some things that I don't want to forget, so I can't forget them."

No matter how calm the sight is, it will be felt, not to mention the heat hidden behind the calm.

Bai Zao didn't look up, and said, "Senior brother Tong Yan has gone out, what do you think?"

Bai Qianjun slowly looked away, looking at the unreal reflections of lights on the pond, his voice was a little cold.

"I objected to him going to the capital of Chu State. Junior Sister, you and he both value Jing Jiu too much."

Bai Zao said calmly, "Brother's death proves that Jing Jiu deserves attention as I said."

Bai Qianjun was silent for a while, and said, "Junior Sister, you are always right."

Bai Zao quietly looked at his profile, and said, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong, everything is going according to your and Tong Yan's ideas, and the fairy will eventually fall into our hands."

Somewhere, a night wind passed through the palace, shattering the lights and shadows wherever they could see.

Bai Qianjun looked at that place quietly, and said, "I just want to forget some more things suddenly."

After saying this, he turned around and left the hall to prepare for tomorrow's enthronement ceremony.

Bai Zao looked towards the surface of the water and didn't speak.

She understood what he meant and found it very boring.

The broken lights and shadows on the water surface of the pond slowly gathered together.

She thought of the news from Chu State.

After the order of guilt was issued, Jing Jiu was imprisoned by the university scholar and put into the cold palace.

He definitely didn't write the Edict of Guilt, and he was voluntary to be imprisoned in the cold palace, just like her.

Thinking of these coincidences, Bai Zao smiled, thinking it was very interesting.

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Five years passed.

The Bai Emperor of Qin State acted tyrannically, extorted violently, and forced three thousand rich families from Luoxi to enter Xianyang. Under his personal command, the 30,000 cavalry swept across the entire northern part of the continent like the sharpest sword, invincible, and even those barbaric tribes retreated in fear.

Zhao Guo, the only country that could compete with Qin, encountered a major event at this time. Their emperor was about to die.

His majesty the emperor was extremely wise, unparalleled in wisdom, and lenient with strictness. Unfortunately, he was congenitally deficient, his body was too weak, and he had no heirs.

In the past five years, perhaps because of these problems, there has been a strange atmosphere between the government and the opposition of Zhao Guo. His Majesty the Emperor issued decrees one after another, making multiple appointments and removals of personnel, strongly restricting the power of the Anti-Corruption Factory, and vigorously supporting the Queen's Party. But no matter how the officials and people of Zhao State and even the merchants of Qi State waited eagerly, in the end His Majesty the Emperor did not do anything to Eunuch He, and even still trusted him even more.

The smell of medicine in the hall is much weaker than in previous years, probably because the windows are open and the ventilation is good.

"Scholar Zhang is 50 years older than us. No matter how hard he can survive, it won't be 20 years later." The emperor's pale face did not improve after drinking the medicine. He half leaned on the couch, took a few breaths, and then said, "In the future, you are the only one who can deal with Emperor Bai."

He Zhan didn't speak, nor did he persuade His Majesty to rest, because everyone knew that His Majesty couldn't last for a few days.

Facing the emperor's eyes full of expectation and pleading, He Zhan was silent for a while, patted the back of his hand, but still did not speak.

There was wind pouring in from outside the palace, and with it came the empress.

She walked to the couch with tears on her face, pushed He Zhan away roughly, sat beside the emperor, and took his hand.

He Zhan walked out of the hall, and vaguely heard a faint sigh coming from behind him.

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That night, Emperor Zhao died.

He Zhan watched him lose his breath with his own eyes, and then calmly began to arrange various affairs. He didn't go back to his room to sleep for half an hour until he was almost busy.

During the whole process, he didn't do anything out of line, and he didn't lose his manners.

The queen was asked by someone, and after knowing that he had not gone to the imperial garden, she was silent for a long time, and she didn't know whether she should be happy or disappointed.

Before dawn, ministers in plain clothes were already standing inside and outside the palace, and many ministers went out of the city to meet them according to the rules.

Prince Hejian's son is going to Beijing to inherit the throne.

Logically speaking, this is something that was decided five years ago. The son should have been raised in the palace as a prince long ago, and he should just succeed to the throne today. But for some unknown reason, this proposal was not approved. It was rumored that Eunuch He did not like the eldest son and secretly tampered with it.

Time passed slowly, and the morning light gradually illuminated the corners of the palace, but the officials who went out of the city to welcome them had not yet returned.

The atmosphere inside and outside the imperial city was somewhat depressing and tense.

What happened?

Hooves sounded in the long street.

Return quickly.

Then report layer by layer.

The ministers and princes on both sides of the jade ladder in front of the hall stared at the official of the Ministry of Rites, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

The official from the Ministry of Rituals paled and said nervously: "My son... the crown prince... no... that one refuses to go through the Zhengming gate, but wants to go through the Xihua gate."

Hearing this sentence, there was a sudden silence in front of the hall, and the officials looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The prince ascended the throne and walked through the Zhengming gate.

The emperor's return to the palace is Xihua Gate.

It's a simple thing, but an important one.

At any important historical moment, there will always be no shortage of officials who are brave enough to "do things" in the court.

Soon the silence in front of the hall was broken.

A Hanlin stood up and began to quote scriptures to prove the correctness of His Majesty's walk to Xihua Gate.

Then several officials joined forces.

Great work naturally entails great risks, but those really big figures present remained silent.

The voices of the officials debating gradually faded, and all eyes turned to one place.

It's not the highest place, and it's even a little far from the jade ladder. It's a shadow in the corner of the temple, and there is a person standing in that shadow.

"If you don't want to go through Zhengmingmen, then please go back."

During the entire process of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, He Zhan only said this sentence.

The history books record it like this.

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(Be clear about your attitude first, and I will of course stand in Jiajing for the big ceremony.)