Chapter 854

Jishan, the main hall of the mausoleum.

It was already unitary time. The whole mountain forest was very quiet. Even the sound of birds flying seemed to be heard.

This place is indeed a treasure of Feng Shui.

At the moment, Emperor Qizhen is copying the sacrifice of the annual sacrifice in the main hall. There are 99 copies, each of which is copied by him.

And there are bodyguards outside and inside.

Because in the evening, many candles were lit in the hall. The candlelight shook. Occasionally, the wind blew in and extinguished one or two.

He has copied some numb hands, but he still refuses to stop. There are 99 sacrifices every year. One can't be less!

At this time, Zhang Quan came in with a ginseng soup and put it aside.

"Emperor, have a rest."

Emperor Qizhen did not lift his head and said, "I haven't finished writing yet."

Hey

Zhang Quan bowed and looked at it and said, "in fact, the emperor doesn't have to copy these sacrifices himself. Just give them to the people of Zongzheng temple."

Isn't this your own sin?

But emperor Qizhen said, "the annual sacrifice is for my ancestors and ancestors. I can't be careless. I naturally have to copy it myself. If it is handed over to the people of Zongzheng temple, if it is missing or wrong, can it be done? Or I'm more relieved to copy it myself."

"Even so, the emperor should drink ginseng soup. Jishan is very cold. Don't get cold."

Zhang Quan brought the ginseng soup and filled a bowl.

Emperor Qizhen still didn't stop writing. His eyebrows closed. He was impatient and said, "go out first and don't disturb me."

"Emperor..."

"Get out."

Zhang Quan stopped talking and was ready to go out.

Emperor Qizhen said, "take the soup away."

"Yes."

Helpless, he had to retreat silently with ginseng soup.

But he left with his front foot, and a monk came.

Standing at the door, "see the emperor."

Hearing the speech, Emperor Qizhen never stopped his hand and didn't lift his eyes: "what's the matter?"

"I'll send some scriptures to the emperor for the abbot."

scripture?

Emperor Qizhen immediately wrote again, without lifting his eyelids, and said, "then bring it to me."

"Yes."

When the monk came in and put the scriptures on the table, he saw that the light around him was a little dark, and Emperor Qizhen had some trouble copying the sacrifice, so he said, "I'll take a candlestick for the emperor."

"Yes."

The monk took a candlestick and handed it to him, but the wax oil on it dripped because the candlestick tilted in the direction.

Right on the back of emperor Qizhen's hand.

"Er!"

The back of the hand hurts.

Wax oil seeped into the skin like fire and suddenly hurt.

What a pain!

Seeing this, the monk quickly put the candlestick aside, bowed down and folded his hands. "I didn't mean to do it. I hope the emperor can make atonement."

Emperor Qizhen didn't take it to heart. He stopped writing and looked up at the visitor carefully.

The monk bowed his head and faced him with his bare head. Nevertheless, he saw the scar on the monk's face. The scar was very terrible. If he was not prepared, he would have to avoid his eyes at a glance.

But emperor Qizhen didn't mean to dislike it. "It's all right, master. I won't blame you."

"Thank you, Emperor."

"If it's all right, you can step down."

"Yes."

When the monk retired, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at emperor Qi Zhen.

After the monk went out, Emperor Qizhen gently frowned, glanced at the scriptures at hand, and rubbed the back of his hand dripping wax oil. He always felt that something was wrong?

It's the monk just now, isn't it?

His heart was fluffy, but the sacrifice had not been finished, so he didn't think much and continued to copy the sacrifice.

After the Royal Duke went out of the hall, his respectful face suddenly became gloomy when he turned around.

Look into the hall through the hollowed out carved window.

With a sneer, "brother Huang, brother Huang, you still don't recognize me."

The sound echoed in the night sky and made people feel cold.

After he left, he went to Jingxian's house.

They sat opposite each other.

There is a pot of tea in the middle.

Jing Xian likes making tea. He has never changed his hobby, and the tea is very delicious.

"Everything is ready. After tomorrow, the world will be yours." The Royal duke said.

Jingxian smiled faintly, "I hope so."

They replaced wine with tea.

Jingxian suddenly said, "one more thing."

"What's up?"

Jingxian handed him a letter and said, "this is the message sent by Lord Liu from the capital. The message said that King Rong really planned to escape from prison. He has punished Jing Rong outside the prison of the Ministry of punishment according to the king's instructions!"

Jing Rong is dead!

Really dead?

Great news.

After reading the letter, the imperial Duke was very happy and immediately took up his tea cup to honor him. "It seems that the great event has been completed. As long as the emperor dies tomorrow, you will ascend the throne immediately."

No one can say no in front of power!

Jingxian drank the cup of tea, but his face sank and his mind was full.

"Why? You can't bear it?" The imperial Duke narrowed his eyes. Jingxian got up and walked slowly to the open window. Looking at the snowy night, his dark eyes were deep. He said, "Jingrong and I are brothers. I have a good relationship with him since I was a child. Although I used him to remove Jingyi for me and successfully entered the DPRK with his strength, I never thought about it

Kill him! I knew he didn't want the throne, and I knew he would give it to me, but I still wanted to kill him and didn't give up until I killed him. Is that right? Or is it wrong? "

"People are dead. It's no use saying that." The imperial Duke looked hard and continued, "since ancient times, the struggle between emperors was life and death. There's nothing wrong with you, because if you don't kill him, he will kill you. At this moment, you can't turn back."

Yeah!

I can't go back.

Jing Rong heaved a sigh and remembered what Mo ruo had said.

"The number of young birds returning to the forest is always fixed."

"Is it really a definite number for the young birds to return to the forest?" He whispered.

The Duke of the imperial kingdom came to him, "over the years, have you always wanted to seek justice for your mother and concubine? In a few hours, it will be dawn, and you will get everything you want soon."

Jing Xian nodded.

"Don't think too much, I'll go first so as not to be found."

"Yes."

Yuguo Zhengyi wants to leave, but Jing Xian stops him.

"Uncle Huang."

"What's up?"

Jingxian was silent for a while and asked seriously, "did you hide something about that year?"

Uh!

The imperial Duke's palm was tight, but he looked calm and said to him in a flat tone, "I've told you the things of that year. Of course I won't hide you."

Sincerity!

Jingxian nodded lightly, "OK, I see."

The imperial Duke stopped staying and quietly withdrew.

Jing Xian stood in front of the window for a long time.

Seems to have a mind!

One hour later, two hours later, three hours later... It's finally dawn!