The princess is coquettish and coquettish, conquering the emperor's master

Chapter 1 Prosperity is over
"Father has no son, only a daughter, but the princess who is really ambitious and strategic is the elder sister, Meng Heng. Meng Heng wants to be emperor with all her heart, but I won't let her be."

"Teacher, I want to be emperor more than Meng Heng!"

On New Year's Eve, this was the first time Meng Qing revealed her ambition to Xiao Yan.

"Little Diji wants to be emperor, so I will let you be emperor. I will kill anyone who dares to stop you."

Such words still ring in my ears.

……

The palace gate is dark and deep, and the spring sun has entered the dark clouds.

The dark army came towards the imperial city, and the turbulent clouds were low in the sky, and there was not a single ray of light.

The spring rain is coming, but the Chu dynasty will come to an end.

The court ladies and eunuchs in the imperial city ran away and scattered to death, only Meng Qing was left kneeling in front of the table in the resplendent Jinluan Hall.

"Your majesty, your majesty, run away, Xiao Yan's black armored guards have already surrounded the imperial city! If you don't leave, it will be too late!" Ling Yu was extremely flustered, she knelt beside Meng Qing, and advised.

The mountains and rivers are shattered like a lamp is extinguished. As the empress, how can she escape?
"Escape? Where are you going? Lingyu, I am the emperor, so I can't escape."

Meng Qing's heart has long since died, and she has no attachment to this dream of prosperity.

"Your Majesty! As long as you are still here, Da Chu will be able to make a comeback! If you are gone, Da Chu will really be gone!" Ling Yu was hysterical.

"I know I can't beat Xiao Yan, and it's a blessing to survive so far. Do you want me to live on the charge of being a subjugated king?"

The sound of military boots came from outside the hall, like thunder.

Meng Qing lowered her eyes and laughed at herself, "He's here..."

From time to time, the vermilion lacquer gate of the Jinluan Hall was pushed open by several unknown generals, and Xiao Yan stood out from the crowd of soldiers in a dark black robe.

Xiao Yan was twenty and eight, and was the teacher of the young emperor Meng Qing, so after the emperor became the emperor, she was honored as the emperor's teacher, and her power was greater than that of the empress.

"Chen Xiaoyan, I have seen the emperor."

Although Meng Qing is an empress, the power has fallen to the side after all. She could have been an idle emperor for the rest of her life, but she misused Yan You, Jiang Ai and others' tricks in an attempt to destroy Xiao Yan and reorganize the court.

But what kind of person is Xiao Yan? Not only was he not killed, but he also hung the heads of Yan You and Jiang Ai on the gate of the imperial city as a warning to everyone else.

This incident enraged him, and he directly forced the palace with the soldier talisman in hand.

"The Emperor Master is here..."

A cool breeze blew faintly from outside the window lattice, raising the girl's silky black hair on the temples.

Xiao Yan raised his head, his warm and affectionate peach blossom eyes became cold and heartless at this moment, his long eyebrows were distant and indifferent, and his black robe showed dignity.

"The imperial palace is lonely, and the minister came into the palace to accompany the emperor."

Look, he looks like a traitor.

He stood in the center of the hall with a long body, holding Buddhist beads instead of a blade in his hand. This appearance did not look like a rebellious official, but he had the attitude of a saint who was far away from the world and not stained with dust.

Meng Qing's bright and noble face was full of sadness, and her curved willow leaf eyes were cold and lonely.

"Master Emperor, I... still don't want to die..." She lowered her eyes, holding back her tears.

She is only 20 years old this year, and she doesn't want to die yet...

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan paused when he was playing with the Buddha beads, and with a big wave of his hand, the soldiers retreated one after another and closed the palace door.

After a long time, he walked towards her, and the red sandalwood beads were gently placed on the table in front of the dragon chair.

He bent his straight waist, and locked Meng Qing's tender neck with his big, bony hands, forcing her to raise her head to look directly at him.

"I also don't want the emperor to die. But the emperor, you are afraid of the minister and don't trust the minister, so you sent Yan Youjiang Ai to kill the minister. Now that the matter has come, the minister has no choice but to send the emperor himself."

The warm breath sprayed on the girl's flawless face like mist.

A pair of willow-leaf eyes were already dim with tears, looking at him with a begging expression.

"I……"

She had nothing to say.

Meng Qing really wanted to kill him. Ever since she ascended the throne, she has been in constant fear, and every day she has nightmares because she is afraid that Xiao Yan's killing intent will suddenly arise and she will be sacrificed to heaven.

She was really afraid of death, so she listened to Yan You Jiang Ai's words...

Unexpectedly, this became a fuse instead.

Xiao Yan hated her looking at him with such a scared look, as if he was like a ghost crawling out of hell, ready to devour her and strangle her every minute.

It seems...he insisted on her apologizing with death.

At this moment, the strangled neck let out a slightly trembling laughter, sad and lonely.

Xiao Yan was quite puzzled.

"Master Emperor, in this life... I have been an empress, an emperor, and even your student. I have possessed the monstrous imperial power that no one in the world has ever had, and I have no regrets in this life..."

Xiao Yun didn't say anything, just looked at her indifferently, not knowing what she was going to do.

"May the emperor remember the teacher-student friendship between you and me, and spare the queen mother..."

"I'm not filial, and I can no longer be by my mother's side in this life. I beg the emperor to forgive her and let her live in peace in her old age after my death."

The palms holding her neck loosened miraculously.

Xiao Yan knew that she wanted to apologize with death, but although he forced the palace, he didn't want to be that eternal sinner, so he loosened her neck.

He stood with his hands behind his back, not looking at Meng Qing.

At this time, Xiao Yan's expression was like the cold wind of Jiangnan winter, more biting than winter snow and colder than ice crystals.

"The minister is not talented and cannot be entrusted."

Can't be entrusted...

It seems that Xiao Yan must hate her so much that he refused to do what she wanted when he was dying...

She looked at him with a little hatred in her eyes.

A dagger was drawn from his sleeve...

Meng Qing smiled in relief, a tear dripped down her cheek onto the cold dagger.

The sharp dagger pierced through the belly, piercing the clothes and flesh of the scarlet robe, and the blood flowed slowly along with the dagger blade, dripping to the ground.

"emperor--"

This heart-piercing cry made Xiao Yan's figure freeze for a long time.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore, and gradually fell down while leaning on the table.

The blood stained the large dragon chair and the entire Golden Luan Hall red, and a generation of empresses never came to court again.

The emperor's dream, after all, is a prosperous place, empty and lonely.

……

Qingluan Palace.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, yellow tiles and red walls stand tall in Yujing, the imperial city.

The spring rain is pattering like sorrel, and the sloping corners of the eaves are dripping with rainwater, hitting the delicate pink water lily hearts.

The copper mirror was covered with a thin layer of mist, which was indistinct.

"Where is Little Diji? She pushed her eldest sister into the lake. Ah Heng is still suffering from the cold, and the high fever last night. How does she have the face to sleep soundly in the bedroom?"

"Master Hou! What you said is wrong! What do you mean the little Diji pushed the eldest princess? It is clear that the eldest princess jumped into the water by herself. Our little emperor is cleared by himself. Why should he be charged with such an unwarranted crime?"

"Nonsense, the palace people in the inner palace have seen it with their own eyes, can it be false?"

Meng Qing lay on the bed, awakened from a big dream.

A strong abdominal pain is getting heavier...

She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in shock, looked around, and found herself lying in Qingluan Palace, the former princess's boudoir.

There were quarrels outside one after another, which made her have a splitting headache.

"what happened……"

Her eyes were clouded, and she couldn't see the situation outside the hall clearly.

"Your Highness, Your Highness is awake!"

The palace ladies were overjoyed.

The furnishings in the hall are the same as it was several years ago, magnificent, spacious, bright, and very tidy.

what happened?

Didn't she commit suicide when Xiao Yan forced the palace, why is she still appearing in Qingluan Palace now?

All of a sudden, a dark blue figure broke into sight, and even pulled her up from the bed, causing her to spin around for a while.

"Meng Qing! Is this how you treat your elder sister? The emperor can't bear to teach you a lesson, so I'll teach you a lesson for him!"

　Here is a unified explanation.

　　Qi Yuan's father is Marquis Wu Yang, and his mother is Princess Wen Zhao, the elder sister of Emperor Chu.

　　The empress and concubine of Chu died young, and it was Princess Wen Zhao who brought him up with King Jin alone. She was very tolerant to Wu Yanghou's family. Even because Wen Zhao liked Meng Heng, the emperor of Chu made a marriage agreement between Meng Heng and Qi Yuan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)