MTL - I am a Big Villain-Chapter 265 Metamorphosis Factory 16

“With regard to the post-disaster treatment, the first batch of relief food has been delivered. I want to calm down the local people’s panic in a short period of time. The dam that was originally built has been washed away by the floods in the spring, and it is better to consider it for work. By providing relief food and money to encourage victims to participate in post-disaster reconstruction, it can reduce the resentment caused by increased labor and reduce the turmoil of local people during the disaster."

A dazzling, ten years passed, the little emperor of the Qing Dynasty, at this time is talking on the top of the hall, the eyebrows are the young people's spirit.

The courtiers underneath listened to the way Jingning Emperor treated the floods in this province for 100 years, and nodded.

Time not only made him fade away from childhood, but also made him more and more like an emperor.

At the beginning of the Qing Emperor's release of sin, the Dachao people admitted that they had caused a great uproar to the loyalty of the loyalists, especially the people of the northwest. They were the most popular people of the Nguyen End, and they were treason and rebellious. When the crime came, the people in the northwestern region would be suspicious, and they also caused a big riot. Or the court sent troops to suppress it to eliminate this evil. Now Cheng Qing Emperor admitted that all the crimes of the family were trapped by him. The people who have not married the family are completely unable to sit still.

It was the Zong Zheng Qing Qi who successively made several edicts, and they barely calmed the public grievances.

A copy of the script is to converge the bones of the clan and rebuild the tomb of the ancestral temple.

The second script is to set up the spiritual position of Zhaonan in the Hall of Heroes. Since the founding of the Great Merchants, it has been able to enter the Hall of Heroes, and there are also a few people. These people are all great men who have been recorded in the history books.

The Hall of Heroes is set up in the Imperial Palace of the Zongzheng family, but all the heroes who enter the Hall of Heroes can receive the incense of the sacrifice of the people and share the good fortune of the royal family.

The third script is to send Taishanghuang to the Imperial Tomb. The rest of his life will remain in the Imperial Tomb.

Such a severe punishment of a former emperor has never preceded precedence.

Although the emperor's crimes are the same as the unlawful people, the emperor often commits a crime, and only uses various reasons to cover up the past. He will never succumb to the world.

The practice of Zong Zheng Qing Qi has provoked a lot of swearing and sour sniper attacks, and the same has won the good feelings of many people. In those years, it is indeed the most turbulent years in the pilgrimage, internal and external troubles, he also In those few years, there has been qualitative progress.

Now, it is different from the past.

"Teacher, how do you feel lonely?"

Looking at the underlying courtier's thoughtful expression, Zong Zhengqing Qi slightly turned sideways, looking at the position of the lower left corner, the slightly feminine man sitting in the chair of the Taishi.

Perhaps it was because of the serious injuries in the early years, and the toxicity of the messy medicinal herbs. The body of the cockroaches was more and more corrupted in the past few years. In one month, half of the time was absent.

At this moment, the man sitting on the chair of the Taishi is thin and pale in color. Although he is awkward, he does not hide his unique temperament.

He held a string of sandalwood beads, wearing loose and comfortable uniforms, and not quite integrated with the serious atmosphere around him.

With the gradual growth of the little emperor and the worsening of Xiao Yu’s body, the situation on the court has changed a lot.

After all, Xiao Yu is an eunuch. Follow him. Ten or twenty years, maybe it will be very beautiful. But after he is a hundred years old, the rule of power is the royal family, not to mention the body of Xiao Yu. Can you support another ten? It’s hard to say in years.

With such a master without a future, the risks are great.

In the early years, the little emperor was still young and could not see the temper. It has been different in recent years. As the emperor began to intervene in politics, the discerning eye can see that Xiao Yu, who is obstructing his full power, is between the two. I have to die one morning and evening.

Either Xiao Yu defeated, or the emperor lost. As far as the current situation is concerned, the former is more likely.

Looking at his body, it seems that it will not last for many years.

"Do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

Looking at the young people sitting on the high platform, there are some embarrassment. Although the tempering of the previous world is lost, the young people in front of them are still more coincident with the ones of the previous generation.

My mood is very complicated, and Zong Zheng Qing Qi is not.

At the beginning, he hated the man sitting in the chair of the Taishi, but in these years, in the bit by bit with the other party, Zong Zhengqing Qi gradually changed his view.

That man is very complicated.

He does not seem to be greedy for power, let him learn a lot of emperors, and he does not care to let him start to contact the government after he grows up, but at the same time, he still firmly holds the killer of Jinyiwei, as an **** in the court. Cultivate his party.

He seems to be very kind to him. For example, he will take him out of the palace and take him to learn a lot of knowledge that teachers can't teach but it is very useful. But at the same time, he is detached from him. He used to want to be close to him for a while. But he always kept a strange distance to him, as if the connection between them was only in teaching.

Such an elusive man, Zong Zhengqing Qi could not help but explore, worship, the same, and deep jealousy.

Just because he is too elusive, Zong Zhengqing Qi does not know what the other party will do in the next second, not to mention, as a 20-year-old emperor who has been married and has a son, the imperial power is not completely in control. In my own hands, this kind of sleep is difficult, and the feeling of holding a knife forever on the neck is really too bad.

The advisers around him have let him start Xiao Xiao more than once. Zong Zhengqing Qi has been hesitating because he found that even if he is jealous, he can't do it to the other side.

This kind of hesitation, Zong Zheng Qing Qi himself does not know how long it can last.

"Truth, you have to listen to the truth." He looked at Xiao Xiao and smiled.

"Very good, kneel down, there is already a shadow of Mingjun." He nodded, he has nothing to teach him, and the rest, he needs to go and touch.

This is the first time in history. Xiao Yu praised him in front of all courtiers. Zong Zhengqing, who has long been accustomed to not showing his emotions on his face, couldn’t suppress his smile. Even more straight, the chin is not high, and a pair of children who have been praised by the elders.

Such expressions are fleeting, but they are still captured by some sensitive ministers.

Xiao Jiu Chiu’s way of getting along with the emperor does not seem to be as arrogant, strange and strange as they think.

The early morning soon dissipated, and he did not return to his palace. Instead, he let the little **** who had grown up and was taken care of by him, and walked toward the inner temple of the Qing Palace.

"I don't know if I can show my face and accompany me to the palace."

In private, the professor of Zong Zhengqing Qi has always been me, and Zong Zheng Qing Qi himself has become accustomed to it. It is like when he is in private, he never claims to be alone.

In these two or three years, Zong Zhengqing Qi did not go out with the shackles again, because at that time he had begun to contact the political affairs and began to cultivate his new forces on the pilgrimage.

The people around him let him guard against Xiao Yu, fearing that the other party will get along with him in private and make things that hurt him.

Suddenly listening to the other party said that he was a member of the palace, Zong Zhengqing Qi is still not used to it.

"His Majesty."

The inside waiter behind Zong Zhengqing Qi screamed nervously. Now the voice calling for Xiao Yu’s regaining power on the court is getting higher and higher. Who knows that this time the other party let his majesty accompany him out of the palace, what is it? idea.

I have been coming over for so many years, and I can’t miss it at the last minute.

"it is good."

Regarding the eyes of Shangyu, Zong Zhengqing Qi agreed.

*****

"You are talking about me, he died the year before."

In the home of a farmer, Zong Zhengqing and Yan were dressed in uniforms and sat around a cornered old wooden table for lunch.

Miscellaneous grains nest, pickled porridge, chicken soup with a layer of chicken oil, Zong Zheng Qing Qi's thoughts suddenly returned to ten years ago.

The same meals, the old farmer who accompanied them at the dinner table, became the son of the old farmer, and the three shaggy houses that were slightly worn out turned into five bright mud houses.

Zong Zhengqing Qi chewed the rough and dry grains in his mouth. He is still not used to this taste, but now he has been able to chew sweetness from inside, and he can also chat with the farmer’s family when he talks about farming. talk.

"The feelings of your father and son can be very good."

At the beginning, a little doll with a mouthful of teeth was married and had a child. He became a hearty young man. He held a small doll with no teeth in his arms. He used a chicken soup with chopsticks to feed him to try it. He smiled happily. Said.

Father and son?

Zong Zhengqing Qi looked at the old man who was a lot old, and his heart was soft. He did not say anything to refute.

"I still remember that you had eaten me a candied fruit."

When he returned to the palace, Zong Zhengqing Qi bought a bunch of candied haws. This taste has remained in his heart, but since that time, he has never tasted the taste of candied fruit.

"Hey - some acid."

Zong Zhengqing Qi took a bite of candied haws and was frowned by the mountains of the inside. Was it really delicious when he was a child?

In my heart, I suspected my own taste when I was a child. Zong Zhengqing Qi handed the remaining candied fruit gourds to the hands of Yan.

This is what he once owed him.

I looked at the tight hand of the little emperor and smiled.

"To let my Majesty accompany me out of the palace today, it is also my wish, my body has not been able to last for a long time, the rest of my life, I want to visit the beautiful rivers and mountains of Dashang, when I find a beautiful place, will be I am buried."

He returned the two bunches of candied fruit gourds, and whether he should return the thing to the original government, this is what the little emperor wants to express.

I really understand each other's feelings, not to mention, he really intends to go.

He cultivated a Mingjun for the big business, and the original body owed a lifetime, and all of them have made up for it in this life.

"go away?"

Zong Zhengqing's hand trembled, yeah, only the other party left is the best choice. If he is still in the church for a day, the former party forces will not give up.

And only if the other party leaves the hall completely, can he really feel relieved about him.

Such an idea is very mean. It is better for them to choose the best. One day, he became a real emperor, and he could no longer afford the existence of the other.

"I will send a team to protect you."

"No need."

I looked at the nervous emperor who had some tension between the eyebrows. The role of the team was to protect or monitor. His expressions were written on his face.

His own careful thoughts were seen through, and Zong Zhengqing Qi was also somewhat annoyed. In fact, the other's body has been corrupted into such a thing, what other vigilance he has.

"Take care all the way."

Without interest disputes, Zong Zhengqing felt that his mind had put down a huge stone. From now on, perhaps he could only look at the man in front of him with pure admiration.

No matter what he used to be, at least for him, he is a good teacher.

*****

"you are leaving?"

After Cheng Qingdi died in the Imperial Tomb, Wan Lanlan had been waiting until he left.

Ten years later, Wan Lanlan has become a grandmother. Once the strong emotions have gradually accumulated, she has become more wise and more charming. Similarly, she is no longer young.

"Well, it's time to leave. If I stay in the palace, it is not a choice for you to choose one."

This time is just right, Zong Zhengqing Qi has already prepared to become an emperor, but there is no emperor's jealousy. In a few years, as the courtier guessed, there is a bleakness in the two of them.

"You have been hiding from me for ten years. In the days that follow, you can't hide from me anymore." Wan Lanlan looked at the man not far away and smiled.

The meaning between words is that I want to leave the palace with me.

"This time, have you chosen me?"

I laughed. In the meantime, Wan Lanlan returned to more than 30 years ago. At that time, his smile was also like this. He did not mix any complicated emotions, but he was simply happy.

The two wishes of the original, one is to let the big businessmen rise to the top of the world, and the people live in peace. He did it. He helped the Zongzheng people to manage the Jiangshan community for more than 20 years, and also cultivated a wise monarch for the people.

The second wish, the original owner wants to be selected once by Wan Lanlan.

In the last life, he had countless opportunities to win Zongzheng Qingqi, but in the end he still lost. Did he really lose to the Northwest King? No, he just lost to Wan Lanlan and lost to him. The best memories.

This time, he also wants to be selected once by Wan Lanlan, for whatever reason, just one time.

Now Wan Lanlan chose to give up the identity of the Queen Mother, gave up the son of the emperor, and left with him, the wish of the original has been reached.

"I'm tired."

After the laughter, he shook his head gently.

"My first half of my life, I lived for revenge. For the rest of my life, I lived for the big business people. For the rest of my life, I just want to live for myself."

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the palace wall, "I like the girl, the girl who is tied with a long squat and riding on the back of the deer. What you like is the straight and cheerful general who was now, now we, It’s not the original appearance. What we like is really the one we have changed, or the depth of our memory, the shadow that we continue to beautify and keep reminiscing.”

He turned around and smiled at the ugly and doubtful eyes of Wan Wanlan.

"The Queen Mother, after that, they will be treasured."

I gathered the cloak on my chest and turned away from the other side's gaze.

*****

"Nine thousand years old, are we really leaving?"

At the beginning, the lucky **** who was left behind by the lucky pick was watching the red palace wall that was gradually drifting away.

You said that he managed to climb to such a high position. If he couldn’t open it, he would follow the governor’s palace. When he left the Imperial City, he could be nothing.

"If you want to be reluctant, it's still time to go back."

He sat on the carriage and took the book and said slowly.

"That can't be done." The little **** didn't want to answer. He had been serving with the Governor for more than ten years. He was too lonely to be away from him. He also had a conscience. He was to be treated well. He also wanted to know. Entu newspaper.

This is not to hurt his uncles, but the gold and silver jewels they brought to the palace are enough for them to be a chic wealthy family outside the palace.

Think of the situation in the palace where the precarious life is getting more and more tense. It seems that this is also a good choice.

The little **** didn't want to be so much. He watched the tea on the side of the Duo, and finished it.

The doctor said that the time of the governor is not much. He can't show the face of bitter melon in front of the governor. Every day, he must be happy. Maybe the governor is in a good mood and the life can be extended.

The words of the group of doctors are not all able to believe, and those who are so good, can not live forever.

The little **** cheered himself in the heart, and the carriage gradually left the imperial city and went to an unknown place.

*****

"I didn't expect that, after all, I will send you away first."

Inside the ancestral grave of the family, a newly repaired tomb with a name on the tombstone.

Wan Lanlan dressed up and dressed in a casual dress in front of the tombstone. At this time, she was older than she was three years ago.

Before the death of the other party, let her bury him in a beautiful place, not to taint the graves of his family, but his last wish, Wan Lanlan, still failed.

When he is alive, he is unwilling to admit his identity and let the world laugh at the family. After death, he should return to where he should be. There are his mothers, younger siblings and his loved ones.

At the time of the burial of the corpse of the cockroach, Wan Lanlan also placed a book describing his life experience in the coffin.

Perhaps one day in the future, when there is no big business, no royal family, and everything becomes more open, this book will be discovered. People at that time can better evaluate his life’s mistakes and also his Real identity.

In his life, there is nothing to be laughed at. He is a hero.

"The niece, it's time to go back to the palace."

The only one who knows Wan Haolan and the old man who is in the past is still awkward. She looked at the time and whispered to Wan Lanlan.

Wan Lanlan stood up under her help and her knees had already been numb.

"I still can't understand the sentence you said when you left."

Wan Lanlan slowly opened his mouth to the tomb: "But don't forget to wait for me when you cross the bridge. At least for the rest of my life, let's not miss it."

"Mother, it's time to go."

The old man’s eyes were a little unbearable. The doctor said that the goddess was a heart disease. Since the death of the small general, her body was paralyzed, and I am afraid that it will not last long.

She couldn't help the goddess, but her age is also big. On the road to Huangquan, she can serve her princess again.

The two figures were getting longer and longer in the afterglow of the setting sun until they disappeared.

The author has something to say: The next story, I will try to be sweeter, and I will restrain myself from going to the sugar slag.