The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 115: The emperor takes turns to die

Qing'er didn’t understand what Jing Jiu said, so she thought about it seriously, but still didn’t understand, so she gave up and asked, "You really don’t worry about Qin and Zhao? Bai Qianjun and the dead **** It's really scary, not to mention Xiaozaoer has been in the illusion."

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

Qing'er remembered the scene on this couch more than ten years ago, and sighed and said: "She really likes you. I thought there would be many stories between you. Who would have thought you were like this? Ruthless."

Jing Jiu said: "They are all fake."

Qing'er opened her eyes 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 profound meaning. It obviously speaks not only the world in Qingtianjian, but also the real world outside.

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

Jing Jiu said: "I want an immortal urn."

The purpose of every questioner who enters the illusion of Blue Sky is the immortal urn of longevity.

This is a very tacky answer, or it can be said to be simple, then it is pure.

Qing'er looked at him and asked seriously: "Are you sure you can succeed? In the case I can't help you."

Jing Jiu said: "I chose a different method from them, and the path is different. I won't know who is right until 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. What's sad is that those important events are generally not happy events, but funerals. For example, which elder in the family closed their eyes on a bamboo chair, or which family’s funeral had a white flag blown down by the wind.

For the people, the funeral must have a higher standard, and the weight of the dead must be heavy enough, so that their collective memory can be deep enough to become their spiritual year, such as the death of the emperor. Of course, in this matter alone, it is difficult to clearly distinguish between funerals and happy events, because the death of the old emperor means that the new emperor is enthroned.

In the Palace of Qin State.

The old man on the sick bed was wrinkled, and his head was white and withered like frost grass that he had forgotten to burn in late autumn.

Prince Bai Tian, ​​that is, Bai Qianjun's face could not see any grief. Because he will be Qin Guoxin's emperor, and because he doesn't have much affection for this old man, even if a lot of memories have been wiped out over the past two decades, at least he remembers this incident very clearly. The other party is not his true biological father.

The old emperor who was about to die on the sickbed was originally just a remote child of the clan. With his innate ability to take care of people and an occasional passion, he went to Beihai County to attack the princess, and even got the prefect. In the decades-long confrontation with the barbarians in the north, his cowardly temperament was better and better concealed, and he accumulated extremely deep strength, and finally became the new emperor of Qin State by the general trend of the world. This period of history can be called Zhongxing, or even the founding of the country. The old emperor should have been written more heavily in history books, but it is a pity that he gave birth to a more dazzling son.

The young Valkyrie of the past has now become the North Kingdom Killing God who can stop children from crying at night. Even in the Qin State Palace, no one dared to look directly into his eyes.

"I don’t like being called a god, because I know I’m not, and I don’t like being called Taizong, or some kind of sect, because I don’t think you or the emperors of the past are qualified to be ahead of me. , So I decided to call the emperor after ascending to the throne, with Bai as the surname, what do you think of the name of the emperor Bai?"

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

After saying this, he walked outside the hall.

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

There are countless palaces in Xianyang Imperial Palace. In terms of number, only Qi Guoxue Palace can compare with them.

In the night, those palaces are like countless beasts squatting, ready to attack and bite their prey. When illuminated by the stars, they are even more hideous.

Bai Qianjun walked to the deepest palace, waved away everyone, and found the man following the sound of the piano.

There is a pond with lights reflecting down the corridor, where the girl gently plays the piano, and the white skirt gently flutters with the night, just like the remaining lotus in the pond. The whole picture has a lonely and pitiful feeling, which is in line with the imagination of the princess in trouble being imprisoned in the cold palace, but in fact, her eyes are calm and there is no such extra emotion at all.

"Tomorrow I will be on the throne." Bai Qianjun walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly, but his eyes were full of spoiling and affection.

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

The emotions in Bai Qianjun's eyes have long since disappeared, and he said: "There is certain news from Qi State."

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

The more than twenty questioners who entered the illusion have now died a lot, and the identities of those who are still alive have basically been determined. Only the Yimaozhai disciple never showed up. The scholar named Xi Yiyun has never been discovered from beginning to end, leaving no trace in the illusion, as if he had never been here.

This is what Tong Yan wanted to know the most, but until he was killed by Jing Jiu and expelled from the illusion, she didn't want to understand how Xi Yiyun did it.

Bai Zao was also very concerned about this matter, and Qin’s spy organization had been investigating for many years, and finally found some clues in the early spring.

"He is called Yunqi here. He used to study at Mogong, and then went to the Qi State Academy to manage classics. He started to give lectures the year before last."

Bai Qianjun said: "He has not been in contact with the outside world in recent years, but a disciple he received some time ago has had contacts with scholars from Zhao Guo Wansong College."

When I heard the word lecture, Bai Zao probably understood what the Yimaozhai disciple wanted to do, but there were still many puzzles.

"How can 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 Zaowei said in a daze: "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 to make sure that he really forgot his identity as a questioner, and only wanted to save the common people and walk the road."

Bai Zao looked at the strings on the piano, and was silent-living in the illusion for too long and being bewildered by the red dust, it is really possible for the questioner to forget all the past, but Xi Yiyun is obviously not that kind. Like active forgetting, why did he do this?

I don't know how long it took, she said softly, "It's really wonderful."

Bai Qianjun also held the same view, and said: "What should be done?"

"The gentlemen of Yimaozhai do not cultivate the Tao, but the Taoist heart is as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken."

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

Bai Qianjun suddenly said: "I also forgot some things, as long as I don't think about it, I forget it naturally, but there are things I don't want to forget, I can't forget."

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, "Brother Tong Yan is out, what do you think?"

Bai Qianjun slowly retracted his gaze, looking at the reflections of the lights on the pond that were not real, and his voice was a little cold.

"I was opposed to him going to the capital of Chu country. Junior sister, you and he both value Jing Jiu too much."

Bai Zao said calmly: "Senior brother is dead, which proves that Jing Jiu is worthy of 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, what's wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong, everything is proceeding according to your and Tongyan's ideas, and the immortal urn will eventually fall into our hands."

I don't know where there is a night wind passing through the palace, shattering the shadow of the lantern where I can see.

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

After saying this, he turned around and went out of the temple to prepare for tomorrow's enthronement ceremony.

Bai Zao looked at the water without speaking.

She understood what he meant and found it very boring.

The broken shadow on the surface of the pond slowly moved back to one place.

She thought of the news from Chu State.

After committing a crime, Jing Jiu was imprisoned by the academician into the cold palace.

He certainly didn't write the guilt himself, but he was voluntarily imprisoned in the cold palace, just like her.

Thinking about these coincidences, Bai Zao smiled and found it interesting.

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Another five years have passed.

Qin Guobai emperor acted tyrannically, levied aggressively, forced the three thousand wealthy households in Luoxi to enter Xianyang, and for a time complaints were filled, and he was suppressed by the road. Under his personal command, thirty thousand iron knights, like the sharpest sword, swept across the entire north of the continent, invincible, and even the barbaric tribes retreated in fear.

The only State Zhao, who can compete with Qin State, encountered a major event at this time, and their emperor was about to die.

This emperor is extremely wise, unparalleled in wisdom, and lenient and strict, but it is a pity that he is born inadequate, his body is too weak, and he has no heirs.

In the past five years, perhaps because of these problems, a strange atmosphere has been permeated between Zhao Guo and the opposition. His Majesty the Emperor successively issued decree, made a number of personnel appointments and removals, strongly restricted the power of the arrest factory, and vigorously supported the post-party. It was obvious that he wanted to open his sword to He Gong. But no matter how the officials and people of the State of Zhao and even the businessmen of Qi were eagerly waiting, in the end, His Majesty did not act on He Gonggong, and even still trusted him.

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

"Master Zhang is fifty years older than us. No matter how he can survive it, he won't survive for twenty years." The emperor's pale complexion did not improve after drinking the medicine, and he half leaned on the couch, panting. After two breaths, he continued: "In the future, you will be the only one who can deal with the White Emperor."

He Zhan did not speak, nor did he persuade His Majesty to take a good rest, because everyone knew that His Majesty could not last a few days.

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

There was wind coming in from outside the palace, followed by the empress and empress.

She walked to the couch with tears on her face, and squeezed He Zhan a bit roughly, sat next to the emperor, and took his hand.

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

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Emperor Zhao died that night.

He Zhan watched his death with his own eyes, and then calmly began to arrange various affairs, until he was almost busy, and went back to his room to sleep for half an hour.

In the whole process, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and there was no impoliteness.

The Queen Niangniang was asked by others. After knowing that he hadn't gone to the Royal Garden, she was silent for a long time, but she didn't know if she should be happy or disappointed.

It is still dark, and the palace is full of ministers who are all dressed up, and there are many ministers who go out of the city to meet them according to the rules.

The Prince of Hejian is preparing to enter Beijing to inherit the throne.

According to the truth, this is something that has been determined five years ago. The elder son should have been raised in the palace with the courtesy of the prince, and it would be better to take the throne directly today. But I don't know why this proposal was not passed. The rumor is that Mr. He didn't like the son of the world, and he did something secretly.

Time passed slowly, and the morning light gradually illuminated the eaves of the palace, but the officials who drove out of the city had not yet returned.

The atmosphere inside and outside the imperial city is somewhat depressed and tense.

What happened?

The sound of hoofs sounded on the long street.

Quickly return.

Then report it layer by layer.

The ministers and princes on both sides of the jade staircase in front of the temple stared at the official of the Ministry of Rites, as if to devour him alive.

The official of the Ministry of ceremonies was pale and nervously said: "The prince...the prince...no...the one who refuses to go to the Zhengming Gate, has to go to the Xihua Gate."

Hearing these words, there was no sound in front of the hall, and the officials looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The prince ascended to the throne and walked to the Zhengming Gate.

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

It's very simple, but very important.

At important historical moments, there will always be no shortage of officials in the court who have the courage to "serve".

Soon the silence in front of the temple was broken.

A Hanlin stood up and started citing scriptures to prove the correctness of His Majesty's walk to Xihua Gate~IndoMTL.com~ Then several officials came together.

Making great work naturally involves taking big risks, but the real big people present have always kept silent.

The voices of the officials debating gradually became lower, and all eyes were on one place.

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

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

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

Historical records are like this.

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(First clearly express my attitude, I will certainly stand in Jiajing.)

(End of this chapter)