As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 143 Zhengyang's Death

"Shuangshuang...don't cry."

The woman who had been queen for just two months sat by the window, looking at her husband with red and swollen eyes, her face red from tears.

Everything that needs to be explained has been explained.

Xiao Zhengyang felt as if all the burdens he had been carrying had been lifted, all the heavy pressure had disappeared, and his whole body felt light and relaxed.

I don’t know if it was a last burst of energy or some other reason, but his face looked a little redder.

Instead, I felt much more comfortable.

He raised his hand, wiped his wife's face, and said gently, "Take me outside, okay?"

"I want to see the sky."

He did not use the aloof and cold "I" to refer to himself in front of his sister, nor did he use it in front of his wife.

Li Shuang shook his body when he heard this.

Xiao Zhengyang is now as fragile as a tiny spark, and a slight breeze can blow him out.

It's time to have a good rest.

only……

Meeting his gaze, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay!"

There were no palace maids or guards following.

Li Shuang carefully pushed Xiao Zhengyang out of the room.

A gentle breeze blew, and the bright sunshine made Xiao Zhengyang's eyes hurt a little.

Spring has arrived. The sky is clear and warm. The fresh air rushes into Xiao Zhengyang's nostrils, and he feels good.

He raised his head and looked up at the dome of the sky.

He has loved looking at the sky since he was a child. He yearns for the free-flowing clouds and the mysterious and deep stars.

After becoming the crown prince, he was overwhelmed with government affairs and had little leisure time. Now, on his deathbed, he finally let go of everything and could take a look around.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled unconsciously.

Under the clear sky are the vast mountains and rivers, the country to which he dedicated his life.

Although... he didn't accomplish anything.

Thinking of the dynasty's precarious situation, he smiled bitterly and murmured softly, "Mingchen... If I could live a few more years..."

If God gave him another ten years...what would the situation be like?

"I really want to see it... I really want to see it..."

If he lived a few more years, with a world-changing genius like Mingchen by his side, and a general as brave and unparalleled as Lingyu...what could he bring to the world? What kind of name would he leave in history?

After two months, he had to leave in a hurry, and he was unwilling to do so.

"But, that's fine... This is fine too..."

He felt somewhat conflicted and sighed softly, "If only I were not this prince..."

He always seemed to be a very struggling and contradictory person.

On the one hand, he wanted to relax and be free, but on the other hand, he could not let go of his country, his responsibilities, and his reputation.

He is like a kite in the sky, yearning for the vast and boundless sky, yearning for freedom, but... he is pulled in the middle of this world, drifting in the wind, with no support, and gradually wearing out.

Can't go up, can't go down either.

Looking back on my life, I don’t know why it has been so mediocre. My wishes are contrary to reality, and it seems that I am full of regrets.

"I am... so incompetent..."

A sad wind blew slowly, lifting a few strands of the self-pitying emperor's withered hair.

"No... no, Your Majesty... don't say that. You are the best person in the world..."

Hearing Xiao Zhengyang's sadness, the queen beside him knelt down, lay on his knees, and cried.

Tears stained the noble dragon robe.

"Shuangshuang, I'm so tired..."

Xiao Zhengyang gently stroked his wife's black hair and spoke softly.

A king shouldn't show his weakness to anyone, but now that his life is gradually coming to an end, everything has been arranged and it doesn't matter.

The two were not much different in age, but his hair was already silver-white, and he looked more like her father than her husband.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at his sad wife in his arms, as if remembering something, with a look of apology on his face: "I'm sorry, Shuangshuang, I didn't take you hunting in the end, to relax and have fun..."

After his death, his wife, his children...may not have a good ending.

He has a clear conscience towards his sister, the country, and the people.

But when it comes to his own family, he is not qualified.

Li Shuang bit her lower lip, looking at him with red eyes: "Your Majesty... you promised me, you promised me... don't break your promise!"

Xiao Zhengyang smiled helplessly. This was the first time Li Shuang spoke to him like this.

He leaned against the wheelchair, raised his head, and stared blankly at the bright sky above his head.

"I'm so tired...I want to take a break..."

He was really tired.

It's okay to take a break.

He hasn't had a good rest in more than ten years.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelids became heavier. He looked at the vast sky and the magnificent mountains and rivers in the distance. His strength seemed to disappear bit by bit, his heart beat slower and slower, and the world in his eyes became more and more hazy.

He moved his lips and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

I don’t know whether I am saying this to my crying wife, or to the vast world, or... to myself.

The sun is shining, the copper bells on the eaves are ringing, the clouds in the sky are floating freely, and the fallen leaves are dancing in the wind.

The kite with a broken string flew towards the sky it longed for.

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty!!!!"

Suddenly, a woman's desperate cry was heard from the palace.

The short-lived king, the emperor filled with regrets, sat in his wheelchair, his eyes wide open, even though he was no longer breathing, quietly gazing at the country he couldn't let go of. However, his heart flew up to the sky he loved, wandering freely.

After a while,
The servants came over tremblingly, and saw the two people on the rooftop with their eyes wide open.

Blood was dripping.

The queen held a blood-stained dagger in her hand, with a clear blood line on her neck. She was curled up on His Majesty's legs, lifeless.

The emperor, who had been on the throne for two months, was also sitting in a wheelchair, looking lifeless.

Not long after the death of the previous emperor, two months later, the new king died.

……

Xiao Zhengyang left lightly, not as enthusiastically as when Xiao Yu was assassinated.

There was no torrential rain or roaring thunder... none of those things happened.

When he left, he was as gentle and peaceful as his personality.

A gentle breeze blew by, taking nothing with it. This world did not change at all because of his departure, and there was no grand performance to mark the king's farewell.

The sun is still shining and the wind is still cool.

But at the same time, the people of Yueyang City seemed to feel something.

They all raised their heads and looked in the same direction.

For no reason, I felt like my heart was empty, as if someone had left.

My heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart. I touched the corner of my eyes, and without knowing when, a tear suddenly ran across my face.

They didn't know yet that the new king they had placed their hopes on had already left.

The last sun of the decaying Qian Yuan lost its brightness.

The heaven, earth, mountains and rivers did not recognize the new king, and fate did not show him much mercy.

But the people here recognize him.

……

Mr. Ming, Xiu Die'er packed up her bags and drove out of the city in a carriage.

Mingchen is ready to run away.

This man was at the pinnacle of officialdom, a position that countless people would chase after all their lives, but he just said he didn't want it.

At this time, Mingchen was not in a hurry. He stayed in the yard, looking at the sky quietly.

A square jade seal was reflected by his rubbing.

For thousands of years, who will control the rise and fall?
The thing that caused chaos in the world, made heroes fight for it, and was coveted by ambitious people, was lying in the palm of his hand, allowing him to play with it.

"Should we make a fake one for Her Majesty?"

The conscienceless fellow played with the imperial seal and pondered this question. This is the imperial seal of a country, and its collection value is very high.

Few people have seen the imperial seal.

Since no one has ever seen it, it doesn't matter what it looks like.

Anyway, this thing is just symbolic.

In the future, when he controlled the country's power and the army, even if he pointed to a stone as the imperial seal, then this stone must be the imperial seal.

Who knows whether the jade seal in his hand now is the "stone" that was casually pointed at by an emperor of that generation.

Mingchen was considering whether to take the risk.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew.

A warm jade suddenly flew out from his hand, emitting a warm light, and invisible energy rippled out in circles.

The scroll that only Mingchen could see was suddenly opened. Under the clear sky, the emperor wearing imperial robes, with a dejected look on his face, looking up at the blue sky appeared on the paper.

The Sick Emperor, Xiao Zhengyang.

"Ok?"

I was just thinking about stealing someone's things, and now they're coming to my door.

He felt a little guilty.

The soft jade fell into his palm, and he raised his head and looked towards the direction of the palace.

He knew that the old friend was gone.

Mingchen spent some time studying this mysterious Immortal Jade Record. This thing is indeed extraordinary.

He could get some special power from it.

However... he really had no idea about the deification and ascension to immortality mentioned in that message.

Not everyone can be included in his list of names.

It was useless to pick up a pen to write something in this special book, as the pen in my hand would instantly turn into ashes and disappear.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Zhengyang also came this time.

The father and son of the Xiao family have taken care of everything for him.

"Your Highness...Have a safe journey~"

He took the nephrite, picked up the wine glass, and poured the clear wine on the ground.

It's a pity. Xiao Zhengyang is a good friend and a good leader. If he were in good health, Xiao Xinyue wouldn't have had to worry about it.

The white bird landed on Mingchen's shoulder.

Mingchen raised his eyes and looked in another direction, and said softly: "Fuyao, we are about to set off too."

"Wow!"

The clear chirping of white birds was heard.

For a moment, white wings covered the sky.

The scene that once shocked the people of Beilie Qingcang City once again shocked the people of Yueyang City.

One era ends and another begins.

In a chaotic era, things are destroyed and then rebuilt, and heroes emerge.

Dangerous times, but also exciting times.

A bloody rain will wash away all the filth.

(End of this chapter)