The 9,000-Year-Old Rebellious Son Proclaims Himself Emperor

Chu Huixiao felt his throat tightening. The rebels below the city tower held torches, and the dancing flames reflected on the blood-stained face - that was Chu Mingge, the child he had raised with his own hands. At this moment, he was stepping across the ruins of the Suzaku Gate with a blood-stained sword. When he was captured three days ago, he was still thinking about how to save the child's life, but now it seemed that it was unnecessary. The memory goes back to the rainy night twelve years ago. Chu Huixiao, who was the Chief of Ceremony at the time, picked up a child with a high fever from a mass grave. The burning sensation in his palm reminded him of his younger brother who died of illness when he was young. The eunuchs in Yeting said it was bad luck, but he wrapped the burning child into a python robe: "From now on, your name will be Ming Ge." "Father, the master punished me again today by copying the "Book of Remonstrance and Expulsion of Guests." Ten-year-old Chu Mingge clutched his red and swollen palms, and looked at two clear springs in his bright eyes. Chu Huixiao caught a glimpse of the ancient book that had been scratched with ink. The next morning, the emperor found an excuse and demoted the Taifu, a veteran of the three dynasties, to guard the imperial mausoleum. As spring passes and autumn comes, the sickly children have grown into Yuxiu young men. Chu Huixiao will always remember the day when the results were released in the 17th year of Yonghe's reign. The sound of the gong on Zhuque Street startled jackdaws to fly all over the trees. When the announcer shouted "three yuan in a row" at the top of his lungs, he was using his gilt armor to fiddle with the ashes in the incense burner, but the trembling of his fingertips betrayed his thoughts. "A good son raised at nine thousand years old!" The first assistant knocked the teacup heavily on the red sandalwood table, and the newly brewed Junshan Silver Needle splashed wet Chu Mingge's red robe. The young man bowed without being humble or arrogant: "Thank you, Grand Master, for the tea." When he turned around, Chu Huixiao caught a glimpse of his clenched fists, and his nails had dug into his palms. That night, a secret report was sent from the West Factory. The evidence that the chief disciple had embezzled money from Mohe lay quietly in the agarwood box. When the clapper rang at the third watch, Chu Huixiao looked at the firelight rising in the direction of the prison, and suddenly discovered that the "Zhenguan Politicians" on Ming Ge's desk had been replaced by "Six Tao" at some point. The last rain fell on the day the city was destroyed. Chu Huixiao took off his Diao Chan crown, and the golden python pattern on his black uniform became as dim as a dead snake in the rain. When the rebels' iron hoofs crushed the palace gate, he suddenly remembered what Ming Ge and Guan said that day: "Did your adoptive father know that Emperor Guangwu was also a student of the Imperial Academy before he got involved?" At this moment, a cold light broke through the sky, and the tip of Chu Mingge's sword picked up his scattered white hair. The young emperor's eyes were filled with flames that were more blazing than before, making the beacon fire all over the city eclipse. Chu Huixiao suddenly laughed out loud - it turned out that he had been working hard for half his life, but he was just an ant paving the way for the real dragon. "Father, it's time to rest." The new emperor waved away the guards and helped the kneeling eunuch with his own hands. Chu Huixiao felt that the callus on his palm was several times rougher than where he used to hold his pen. Even more secretly, he finally asked in a trembling voice: "When did you start planning?" The young emperor looked at the remaining owl kisses in Zhaoyang Palace, and the morning light was piercing the clouds: "Since that year my adoptive father changed my name to Ming Ge." [Reading Tips] Highlighting core memes The old fox (shou) of the Supervisor of Ceremonies x the black-cut white wolf cub (attack) picked up from a mass grave. From the redemption wrapped in a python robe to the imprisonment in a dragon robe, what he raised was not an obedient canary, but a little tyrant who would hold a crown in his mouth and peck the blood from his palm—— "All pampering and pampering are true, all naughtiness is false": He demoted the prince, eliminated the chief minister, and suppressed the rebels for him, but he didn't know that when these hands taught him to hold the pen, what reflected in the young man's eyes was not cinnabar ink, but the owl kiss on the Golden Palace; "Father, call me Your Majesty": In the counterattack at the end of the year, the change of the title from "Dad" to "Ai Qing" hides a hotter emotion than power and intrigue - he is not only a traitor raised by his own hands, but also a fate he is willing to accept. Food guide Two strong men fishing for each other: Ming Ge × Hui Xiao, fake father and son, true monarchs and ministers, the attack and reception are reversed in the clash of swords and halberds (the adopted son is attack! The adopted son is attack! The adopted son is attack! Say important things three times); Machiavellian Sugar Knife: In the first half, we watch how Quan castrates "pet" his cubs, and in the second half, we watch how the cubs devour their masters. There is a knife hidden in the sugar but also honey. "He killed all his detractors for him, but he didn't know that those heads had already become stepping stones to establish his power"; Imagery controls ecstasy: the cracks in the owl's kiss correspond to the foreshadowing of one's life experience, the burning of the incense ashes implies the delusion of power, and even the name contains a prophecy (the owl's cry in the dark night will eventually become the ants paving the way, and the bright candle and golden sword will be destined to return). Demining Manual The non-traditional redemption orientation is a reciprocal game of "you give me great power, and I will give you a huge empire"; The ending HE! HE! HE! There are two dragon chairs on the throne, one is the emperor who is above ten thousand people, and the other is an old fox who dares to touch the tiger's tail. Jinjiang special version of golden verses The agarwood on your sleeves was deliberately made for me to smell, right? In this way, every time I kill someone, I will think of the warmth under your python robe on that rainy night at the mass grave. "The whole court said that I was a traitor, but they didn't know that my traitor was a seed of love planted by you yourself. From the moment you named me 'Ming Ge', it was destined that I would 'brightly illuminate the south of the sky, with a golden sword and an iron horse' for you, seizing both the country and you." ——This is not betrayal, this is what the little wolf cub spent eighteen years telling you: "You raised me and I will protect you until you grow old - using the most noble way in the world to trap you for the rest of my life." Intention: You raised me and I will protect you until you grow old