amaotonovel Chapter 962 That was the last emperor she held up with her own hands
Chapter 962 That was the last emperor she held up with her own hands
At that time, Xiao Yunde, who was still the Emperor Mingde, learned that Cen Yuan was going to flee back to Liang State to clean up his family, so he proposed to flee as well to show the people of Beiyi.
He wanted Cen Yuan to be the last protective barrier of the north wing.
At that time, Cen Yuan originally disagreed because the responsibility was too great.
His entire previous life and the first half of his current life were spent in the court of the North Wing.
But Xiao Yunde kept nagging her, "Son-in-law, please be kind and make your death a good one."
The seriously injured Cen Yuan was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, "How can you be such a person! You just want to take advantage of me."
Xiao Yunde fed him the medicine himself in a flattering manner, "Son-in-law, I have something to say to you from the bottom of my heart. If you were really my son, I would hand over the country to you, and I wouldn't even have to be the regent. I could just take the King of Chu to travel around. But... isn't fate playing tricks on people? Why were you born in Liang State, and you were the king of Liang State... Alas, you don't know how much I envy Liang State!"
Cen Yuan said leisurely, "What are you thinking? You want to take my mother-in-law to travel around and let me be the last barrier. How dare you say that."
Xiao Yunde laughed until his eyes were red, "Son-in-law, I hope you get better soon. When I heard that you fell off the cliff and died, my heart was broken..."
Cen Yuan was fooled by Xiao Yunde's "red eyes" and "my heart is broken" and nodded, "You have me in your hands."
Xiao Yunde chuckled, with a triumphant smile on his face, "Good son-in-law, those who are capable should do more work. You and Xia'er are my support, and also the support of my North Wing."
Who could refuse this compliment? He was completely controlled by Xiao Yunde.
As the candlelight flickered, Cen Yuan held Shi Anxia's hand and gently stroked the back of her jade-white hand with her fingertips.
"I promised the Emperor," he said in a low voice, "that if the Northern Wing is ever in trouble, the Liang cavalry will definitely cross the border to help."
Suddenly he chuckled, moved away from Shi Anxia's legs, lay on the pillow, and pulled his wife into his arms, "But..." He seemed to be comforting her, "You don't have to worry too much, this is just our response strategy. Now it seems that Emperor Zhaowu can think of 'the emperor guarding the country', he is still very responsible."
He stood up and blew out the candle, his fingertips slid along her temples to her earlobes, and finally pinched the white jade earring, "Go to sleep, don't let your mind wander."
Shi Anxia suddenly grabbed his wrist with her backhand. The palms of their intertwined hands were warm. "If we are not careful, we will lose everything. We really can't afford to lose this game. The emperor is right." She paused and asked, "But why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
Cen Yuan hesitated for a moment, "You seem to have high expectations for Emperor Zhaowu."
That was the emperor she finally held in her hands!
Shi Anxia felt a little uncomfortable, "Yes, I hope he can become a wise ruler. I do have high expectations for him. I hope he won't make any mistakes."
If he made a mistake, it would be like a hard slap on her face. She had thought the same in her previous life, so she often drank tea and played chess with him, drank wine and chatted with him, and when they were drunk, she would break down the ways of governing a country and tell him in detail.
"A ruler should be as clear as the blue sky and white sun." She always liked to use silver chopsticks dipped in wine to write these words on the desk.
The wine marks dried very quickly, just as she hoped these principles could be quickly engraved into the emperor's bones and blood.
She told him, "Don't deceive the people in secret, don't betray the people, and don't follow the footsteps of the Glory Emperor."
Thinking about it now, those earnest teachings were as if she had personally tempered the black iron into a sharp edge, and then wrapped it in brocade and presented it to the king.
But a truly sharp blade should be tempered and refined by the swordsman himself, so that it can be connected by blood.
Shi Anxia suddenly clenched the quilt. If the emperor she helped to establish eventually lost his mind, appointed people based on personal connections, and killed loyal officials... wouldn't she have to watch Lu Sangyu's blood splatter on the steps, Gu Boyan's unjust death in prison, and Tang Xinghe and others' lives ended by a cup of poisoned wine?
Because everyone knew that these people were hers! How could any emperor with a narrow mind tolerate them?
Thinking of this, Shi Anxia suddenly sat up, and she didn't need to sleep anymore. She was sweating profusely. Why should a loyal minister or a good general be afraid of dying on the battlefield? She was afraid that the blade that killed her would come from her own people who were supposed to be fighting with her.
Cen Yuan smiled and pulled her to lie down again, "Look, look, I told you I couldn't tell you."
He put his arms around her and patted her back gently, "Be good and go to sleep. For things like rain or marriage, just let it happen naturally. It's no big deal."
It was almost 9:00 p.m. the next day when Anxia woke up.
Finally, some grayish light came through the tent. The soothing incense in the gilded incense burner had already burned out, leaving only a wisp of residual smoke.
When Shi Anxia lifted the quilt, she found that the snow that fell last night was shining on the window paper. No wonder the room was so bright and clean.
It's been sunny for a few days and the snow hasn't melted yet, why is it snowing again?
She pressed her fingertips on her temples. It seemed as if Cen Yuan's words from last night were still ringing in her ears. She was so excited that she barely fell asleep after the third watch. At this moment, there was still a hint of blue in her eyes.
"Madam is finally awake." Bei Hui came in with a copper basin, and the white air she exhaled dissipated by the curtain. She twisted a hot towel and handed it to her, whispering, "The young master left early today. When I came in at 11:00 a.m., he was no longer in the tent."
"He's busy." Shi Anxia lay down and put the hot towel on her eyes. "Is there anything else happening this morning?"
Bei Hui replied, "Master Xie has gone to the prison with your seal to pick someone up. He is now sitting in the main hall with Master Xie Yu having breakfast. I think he has something to ask of you."
Bei Hui was a little annoyed when talking about this matter. "That fake Xie Yu really doesn't treat himself as an outsider. He said he came early, didn't have breakfast, and asked Nan Yan for food."
Shi Anxia also laughed angrily after hearing this, "This is a wonderful person, just give it to him. Our breakfast is very precious, I'm just afraid that he will burn his mouth if he eats it."
Bei Hui nodded, "I thought so too, so I asked someone to prepare breakfast for the two brothers. Mr. Xie couldn't eat it at all and was fidgeting. But the fake Xie Yu was open-minded and ate with great relish." He remembered something and laughed again, "Nan Yan said she wanted to put rat poison in it."
The handkerchief was cold, so Shi Anxia handed it over, "Give me another one, I'm very tired."
Bei Hui just looked at her master and smiled.
Shi Anxia immediately realized what she was thinking and sat up, "Bad Beihui, it's not what you think."
Bei Hui ran with the handkerchief and soaked it in the copper basin on the shelf to warm it up again. "Madam, I'm not thinking about anything. What do you think I'm thinking about, huh?"
Shi Anxia's face flushed, "Bei Hui, you've learned bad things! Humph!"
Bei Hui was delighted by the mistress's two "humphs", how lively! She always felt that her master had too much on her shoulders and was too sullen, not like someone of her age.
She chuckled again, "No matter how bad he is, he is still my wife's Beihui."
Bei Hui put a hot towel on Madam's eyes, and then gently massaged her legs. "Madam, Master Zhuo asked me to ask you if you want to use something to hold Xie Yu?"