When I opened my eyes, there was a lot of noise outside the hall, and the candlelight inside the hall was dim. When I raised my eyes, I saw Zhao Gao's gloomy face, and Wei Zhongxian standing at the foot of the steps with his hands lowered, his eyes glancing over like a poisonous snake spitting messages.
My father, Hu Hai, was leaning on the dragon chair, eating melon seeds. When he saw me coming in, he didn't even raise his eyelids: "The prince is here? Let's play with dad for a while."
My mother, Wu Zetian, was sitting upright, her eyes slightly narrowed, her fingertips lightly tapping on the table. The look in her eyes made my back shiver - I knew she was looking at me not at my son, but at the stone blocking the road.
Standing next to me is my brother Li Shimin, with a sword on his waist. He is very heroic and has a smile on his lips, but there is murderous intention in his eyes. I guess he has already written the script of Xuanwu Sect in his heart.
The third uncle, King Yang Guang of Jin, was stroking his beard and was gentle and elegant, but I remember that he even dared to attack his own father; the fourth uncle, Zhu Di, stood in the corner, silent and taciturn, and it looked like he was holding back Jing Nan.
The adopted son An Lushan was shy and had a big belly, and his eyes glanced at the harem and the military power. Grand Master Dong Zhuo sat there, his body trembling wildly, making it clear that he wanted to depose the emperor and establish his power.
The prime minister on the left, Sima Yi, had an expressionless face and hid his secrets deeper than anyone else; the prime minister on the right, Qin Hui, lowered his head and was full of bad thoughts about betraying the country and seeking glory; the generals Huang Chao and Liang Ji were more fierce than the other, and Zhang Jiao was pinching his fingers beside him, wondering when he would start an uprising.
The entire dynasty was full of civil and military officials, and the palace was full of relatives and relatives. There was not a single fuel-efficient lamp. They were all the top ruthless people in history who overthrew the dynasty and killed their kings and relatives.
I took a deep breath, fell to my knees with a plop, and said in a soft and well-behaved voice: "Father, I have neither talent nor virtue."
