Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 289: The Death of the Late Emperor Is Related to the Demon Queen

The witch queen has a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows, a face like the full moon, and she looks delicate, pretty, charming and beautiful.

Zhu Qizhen felt that she was a little strange today, very proactive. Of course, she had been proactive before, but that was when she was crazy and wanted to suck blood. However, this time was a little different, she seemed very eager.

The more she desired, the less he desired.

Ever since Alena told him that the Demon Queen practiced evil magic, he has been more cautious, because that evil magic is the kind of thing between men and women.

As a young man who traveled from the modern times, he certainly didn't believe in superstition, but the art of sex had really existed since ancient times. Moreover, he had personally felt the mystery from Alena, in one word: absolutely amazing.

"Then you win." Zhu Qizhen held the beautiful face of the Demon Queen and kissed her forehead gently. "The Ministry of War is still waiting for my deduction."

The Queen snorted softly, pushed him away gracefully, and took a step back slowly. Her jade-like skin, set off by her jet-black hair, added a bit of alluring charm. Her expression quickly returned to her usual elegance and grace, her eyes cold and charming: "Then go."

Zhu Qizhen turned and left.

The Demon Queen didn't expect him to be so straightforward. She raised her hand to call him, but she didn't open her mouth. She looked at the receding figure, her eyes drooping: "I can use that method to deal with him, the late emperor would..."

When she thought of the notes of Yao Guangxiao that she had seen in Fahai Temple today, her expression became extremely complicated, but she no longer had the resentment she had at that time. She said to herself, "Old monk, you are really cruel. You are doing this for the Zhu family, right? You have plotted against me."

Shuangxi came in slowly and bowed slightly: "My lady, would you like me to go to Fahai Temple tomorrow and deal with all the things left by the Imperial Master?"

The Demon Queen was silent for a long time, then shook her head: "No need!"

……

Zhu Qizhen came out of Kunning Palace and did not go to the Ministry of War to watch the deduction, but hurried to the harem. The candlelight was still on in the palace, Qiqige had fallen asleep, and Alena was mixing aromatherapy.

"Your Majesty?" She bowed gently, dropping the fruit.

Zhu Qizhen was almost unable to bear the teasing in Kunning Palace, and came here to vent. Alena was very considerate in this regard. Looking at the heat in his eyes, she slowly turned around, bent her waist, and supported her hands on the table.

Half an hour later.

The enchantress's delicate face was tinged with a charming blush, her cherry lips slightly parted, she breathed slightly, and leaned lazily on his chest, her eyes half closed, revealing a dazed and charming look. She had no strength left, and was too lazy to even move a finger.

"You are not as good as Qiqige." Zhu Qizhen gently stroked her jade back.

Qi Qi Ge was once his equal, just like the fiercest wild horse on the prairie, extremely stubborn and refusing to admit defeat.

Alena opened her eyes lazily, her eyes swept over him softly, she adjusted her body lightly to make herself sleep more comfortably, rested her head on his neck, and whispered: "Qiqige is young, of course she is better than me, and she has a wild temper. She is the princess of the grassland, who has ever obeyed her? In the end, she still fell into your hands and got pregnant with your child."

After saying that, she looked at him with her beautiful eyes full of lust and raised her eyebrows: "Actually, I can do it, but I don't want to tire your majesty. You still have to attend the court tomorrow."

"You still care about me?" Zhu Qizhen chuckled.

Of course, he was very clear-headed. Neither Alena nor Qiqige had any real feelings for him. As captives, they were just trying to survive. Zhu Qizhen was just using them.

Listening to his words, Alena's expression changed slightly, and she sighed faintly: "We are all yours now.

Zhu Qizhen just laughed it off.

Alena raised her beautiful face, looked at him with narrow eyes, and asked, "Your Majesty, you came to see me for something else, right?"

"Regarding the evil magic practiced by the Demon Queen." Zhu Qizhen frowned, "Should I not be with her..."

Alena had recovered some strength and sat up slowly, her long black hair falling behind her, her spring scenery hidden by a thin blanket. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I am a shaman after all, and I don't know much about your Taoism in the Central Plains. You should find an expert who knows about this and ask him."

"What use do I have for you?" Zhu Qizhen stood up, put on his clothes and left.

Alena curled her lips: "What the hell, you don't even recognize me."

……

The Western Regions are my fortress.

This is also a fortress on the Silk Road. Going west from Angancheng, you will reach the famous Samarkand. As the autumn sun sets, caravans from the east and west come in and out.

Although Chagatai was at war, and there were recent rumors that the Ming army was heading west, my Gancheng did not seem to be affected. This city now belonged to the Timurid Empire.

A large Central Plains merchant caravan was entering the city, and the guards at the city gate were checking. The Central Plains man in the lead handed the guard a purse, and the guard opened it and saw, wow, gold.

So, he waved his hand and let the caravan enter the city. After entering the city, the caravan did not choose to stay in the inn, but looked around the city.

Finally, they gathered in a remote place. The Central Plains man who led the group sneered, "Our army will arrive at night. When night falls, we will set fire to the city, causing chaos, and then open the city gates."

"Yes!" The others nodded, eager to fight.

It turned out that they were all Ming troops, deliberately pretending to be a merchant caravan entering the city in order to cooperate with the outside forces and capture our city. After advancing westward from Alimali, they used this trick and it worked every time.

It was already late autumn and it was getting dark quickly.

It was still cold at night, and the wind whistled through the tower. The guards on the tower were hiding in a corner sheltered from the wind, smoking. When the moonlight fell, wisps of smoke could be seen rising.

"This thing is called cigarettes, and it came from the Ming Dynasty."

“It’s a good thing, but a little expensive.”

"When will our Timur have it himself?"

"Get some seeds, I should be able to plant them."

As they were chatting, a deafening noise suddenly came from outside the city. The guards ran out, holding torches and looking up, but they couldn't see clearly.

"That's the sound of horse hooves. Could it be an enemy attack?"

"My Gancheng, where do the enemies come from?"

In their astonishment, they could already see the iron cavalry in the moonlight, and they immediately sounded the alarm. Drums sounded, but who knew that chaotic shouts came from the city.

It's on fire, or the granary is on fire.

Soon, the city was in chaos, and more than a hundred people in black moved toward the city gate. Soon, the city gate opened, and the Ming army rushed into the city like a tide.

After dawn, Yang Guifang stood on the tower, watching the rising sun. Wang Yue stood beside him and reported: "General, the food and grass we obtained this time are enough to support us in conquering Samarkand."

"Gather all the food and grass in the city, and leave 3,000 people to transport the food." Yang Guifang said, "We will rest for a day and continue to move west." Wang Yue's eyes were full of worry: "General, will this work? Three thousand people can't control this city, right?"

"Three hundred people will be enough." Yang Guifang smiled. "Liu Dingzhi has already arrived in Alimali. Let him take care of the rear. Our soldiers are only responsible for fighting."

"Yes." Wang Yue accepted the order.

……

Alimali City was the capital of the Chagatai Province of the Ming Dynasty. After the arrival of Governor Liu Dingzhi, he announced a series of policies to appease the people.

On one hand, he appeased the people, and on the other hand, he severely attacked the nobles who were originally Chagatai. He had to do both.

Of course, not all nobles had to be attacked, and a group of them also needed to be won over. After all, it was most appropriate to use local people to rule local people. After Liu Dingzhi arrived, he supported a group of nobles who had been suppressed before.

With the addition of soldiers and money from the Ming Dynasty, Chagatai was soon stabilized. As for the resistance forces, they could be dealt with slowly. There was plenty of time and means.

Liu Dingzhi knew that his purpose in coming to Chagatai was, on the one hand, to stabilize the new province, and on the other hand, to provide food and fodder to the army that continued to advance westward.

"Governor, I leave this place to you. I will head west now." Zhu Yong came in and said.

"No." Liu Dingzhi said hurriedly, "The court has not ordered you to go west, but to stay and assist me."

Zhu Yong spread his hands speechlessly: "You are enough for this, there is no war."

"There is a fake prince down there," Liu Dingzhi said, "He has 50,000 troops. If he comes towards Alimali, what can I do to stop him?"

Zhu Yong picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Okay, I'll go to Asu City first and deal with that fake prince."

"No hurry, no hurry." Liu Dingzhi smiled slyly, "He wrote me a letter saying he wants to surrender. We have to think of a way to defeat him without fighting."

Zhu Yong was annoyed: "You are not anxious, but I am. If I don't move west, I won't get any credit. Wang Yue is going to destroy the Timurid Empire."

……

Beijing, Fahai Temple.

The old trees were towering, the bells were ringing in the distance, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified. Yao Sanxiao hurried in, passing through the mottled eaves, his heart filled with deep worry for the master. He heard that the master was seriously ill, and he was extremely worried, so he came to visit him.

Stepping into the abbot's Zen room, a faint scent of sandalwood and medicinal fragrance interweaves, and the air seems to be filled with an unspoken heaviness. The light in the room is soft, and the sunlight through the window lattice is cut into mottled light and shadow, falling on the ground and also on the old abbot sitting on the cushion.

The master's face was as pale as paper, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was detached and relieved from everything in the world. His eyes were half closed, revealing an indescribable peace and tranquility. Even though he looked sick, it couldn't hide the noble monk's temperament radiating from the inside out.

Yao Sanxiao approached gently, every step he took seemed so cautious, for fear of disturbing the tranquility. He stood beside the host, his eyes full of admiration and heartache, and called softly: "Master, Sanxiao is here to see you."

The host slowly opened his eyes. Although his eyes had lost their former brilliance, they still showed warmth and wisdom. He nodded slightly, and his voice was weak but clear: "Sanxiao, you are here. Sit down."

Yao Sanxiao sat down as he was told, feeling mixed emotions. He looked at the abbot's body, which had become even thinner due to his illness, and couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart. However, the abbot didn't seem to care about his illness, but continued with an extraordinary calmness: "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. In my life, I have learned the true meaning of Buddhism, and I have no regrets. You should practice Buddhism diligently and don't forget your original intention."

"Yes." Yao Sanxiao nodded.

The host's eyes fell on him and he sighed, "Sanxiao, your master left a room full of notes in the Zen room in the backyard. It was originally intended to be passed on to... the Queen Mother. As you know, she is also considered a disciple of your master. However, she didn't want it, so I passed it on to you."

"Ah?" Yao Sanxiao was surprised.

He didn't expect that the master had left notes behind, and the host had never mentioned it before. He thought for a moment and nodded: "Since the Queen Mother doesn't want it, then I will keep it. The master is proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and I am definitely not as good as him, so I will pass on his knowledge."

The host smiled faintly: "Don't force anything."

"Disciple understands." Yao Sanxiao nodded.

"You go ahead." The host waved his hand, "I'm tired."

Yao Sanxiao bowed, left the Zen room, and came to the Zen room in the backyard that the abbot mentioned. When he entered the room and saw the bookshelves full of books, he thought of his master.

People called his master the black-robed monk, and some even said he was a demon monk. People did not understand his master, and regarded him as a conspirator and a traitor. After he returned home in glory, his sister refused to see him, and his friends said, "The monk is wrong! The monk is wrong!"

But Yao Sanxiao admired his master. His master was unsuccessful in his youth and middle age, but when he was sixty years old, he still had ambitions in his heart and assisted Emperor Taizong to create the Yongle prosperous era.

"Master, what have you left behind?" Yao Sanxiao sighed.

He picked up a book from the shelf and started reading. It was already dusk when he started reading. Suddenly, there was a bang and Yao Sanxiao came out of the meditation room with a panicked look on his face.

He asked several monks from the temple for help and transported all the books on the shelves back to his courtyard at Shuntian University.

……

The next day.

Yao Sanxiao came to the palace to ask for an audience with the emperor. When Zhu Qizhen heard that it was Yao Sanxiao who asked for an audience, he put down his pen and asked Cao Jixiang to bring him in. It was Yao Sanxiao's first time to the Qianqing Palace and he was very nervous.

After paying homage, he whispered, "Your Majesty, I have something important to tell you. Please ask your Majesty to dismiss your attendants."

Cao Jixiang almost wanted to hit him. You want to whisper to His Majesty on your first visit to the Emperor? However, the Emperor waved his hand and asked all the eunuchs and maids to leave.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Qizhen asked with a smile.

"Your Majesty, I went to Fahai Temple yesterday to visit the old abbot..." Yao Sanxiao began.

Zhu Qizhen interrupted him and asked, "What's wrong with the old host?"

"The old host is seriously ill and will not be able to survive any longer," Yao Sanxiao replied.

"What? How come I don't know? Let's go and see the old host." Zhu Qizhen stood up.

Yao Sanxiao was anxious and said, "Your Majesty, please listen to me. The old abbot told me that my master left a batch of notes in the meditation room in the backyard of the temple. It was originally intended for the queen mother, but the queen mother didn't want it, so she gave it to me."

Zhu Qizhen became interested and asked, "What did your master leave behind?"

Yao Sanxiao took out a book from his sleeve, handed it to Zhu Qizhen, and said, "This is one of them. It's a kind of... evil magic..."

Zhu Qizhen took it, opened it, glanced at it quickly, and was shocked: "What the hell... Dragon Qi... Absorb... Preserve youth..."

He slammed it shut, surprised.

The late emperor's untimely death, is it really related to the evil queen?
(End of this chapter)