My cat has the throne

Chapter 97

Emperor Kang Yuan died suddenly on the night that King Xin died.

Because the war was not over yet, Fu Si blocked the news and kept the funeral secret, declaring to the outside world that the emperor's condition had improved and he was going to the hot spring palace to recuperate.

Taifu Zhou is the only minister who knows.

The dragon chair on the Tongming Hall is golden and dazzling, symbolizing supreme power and honor, enough to order the world to do whatever it wants.But its owner, not only did not have a long live like Chen Zishan prayed for, but died in his early forties-watching his favorite son die in front of him, he died of grief and indignation.

The emperor had been ill for a long time, and there were no external injuries on his body when he died, so it would not arouse excessive suspicion.But King Xin was killed by a dagger through his heart, how should he announce it to the world in the future?

In fact, it is not difficult to give an explanation. It is said that because of the negligence of the imperial envoy, Chenzhou fell, and he felt ashamed of the people of the world, so he committed suicide.

But Fu Si didn't want to do that.

Fu Yi has suffered enough in this life, he didn't get anything during his lifetime.After his death, Fu Sisi left him with a good reputation - talking is better than nothing.

The current situation is uncertain, and I don't know when the funeral will be held.The corpses of the emperor and Fu Si, Fu Si moved to the cold storage.

When Concubine Shu heard that her eldest son was returning to Beijing, she was anxious to see Fu Si, not because of her deep affection, but naturally to find out about the situation on the border.After all, the emperor's health was deteriorating. If Fu Si controlled the military power, he would surely win the heirloom. Seeing that he was about to become the empress dowager, Concubine Shu couldn't hold back her joy, so much so that she didn't notice the abnormality in the palace at all.The imperial concubine also sent people to inquire about the news many times, but she wanted to know why the third child did not return to Beijing together.

Fu Si was all perfunctory.

Zhou Taifu also came to ask, how to arrange the posthumous title of the late emperor, and whether the mausoleum should be constructed in secret, so that the late emperor and Xin Wang can be buried as soon as possible.

Fu Si also said goodbye.

He doesn't want to care about going to the harem at the moment, the dark tide is surging.I just want to calm myself down.

After closing the gate of Tongming Hall, even without the blessing of bright light, the golden dragon chair still shone with a dazzling light, almost demagogic.

So much so that Fu Si always thought that what Fu Yi wanted in his heart was the supreme power.

But he didn't know until he died in front of him.

Not at all.

The throne is certainly attractive, but it can't match the deep obsession with hatred in his heart... No, it's not right to say that, in fact, it should be love that makes Fu Yi obsessed with no regrets and put all his eggs in one basket.

Fu Yi really loves, loves his mother very much.

Because of his mother's resentment, he hated his father, the imperial power, and even himself.The seeds of revenge grew into poisonous vines in his heart, covering the sky and the sun, and strangled the happiness he could have had.

Because, he felt that he was not worthy.

Fu Si sat on Majesty Dan, and when he looked up, he could see the dragon chair a step away.

So close, so dazzling, and almost within reach.

Fu Yi is dead, committing suicide resolutely like that will never give him a chance to be born again.The bloodlines of the grassland tribes possessing divine power have been cut off, and the miracles have also been eliminated.

Who else can bring Fu Si back to Shang Kan?

Fu Si took out the embroidery from her bosom, hugged her knees, and buried her head deeply.

What should I do?

This world is full of difficult problems that Fu Si cannot handle: When will the national funeral be announced?How to smoothly change the emperor and courtiers?How to balance the strife of power in the harem?When will the state of Chu be as prosperous as before?

What should he do after the dust settles?

Are you going back to Shuzhou?

But Shuzhou did not discuss it.

The whole world is not debating.

He can't go back.

Fu Si buried her head and cried silently until someone patted him on the shoulder.

Fu Si raised his head, and there were two more people in the dim and empty Tongming Hall.

The abbot was wearing cassock and had his hair shaved at some point. He lowered his eyebrows and said to Fu Si, "I'm here to save the deceased. Let her go see him at last."

Turning aside to let out a person dressed as an eunuch, Fu Si recognized that it was Xu Li.

Fu Si nodded heavily, "Teacher Zhou is outside the hall, you should have seen him before you came in. Let him take you there, my condolences."

Xu Li didn't say a word, his eyes were as dull as a puppet's, and he bowed deeply to Fu Si before exiting the hall.

There were only two people left in the hall.

Fu Si was not surprised that his uncle was able to successfully enter the imperial city, and even stepped into the Tongming Hall, which symbolizes supreme power.

——He used to be the eldest prince of Chu State, even if time passed and he was dressed in cassock, Taifu Zhou would not fail to recognize him.

The abbot climbed up to Danbi slowly, walked to the dragon chair desk, and started writing with the yellow silk and vermilion pen on the desk.

"That child is stubborn, and he is extremely cruel to himself. Now the ending is his fulfillment. In his nineteen years of life, he suffers when he asks for it. He may be sorry to the world, but he is good to my brother."

Nineteen years?Fu Yi was born in the second year of Kangyuan and died in the 19th year of Kangyuan. Where did he live for nineteen years?

Fu Si got up, walked to his uncle, and watched him write Fu Yi's birth date on the yellow silk.

In the first year of Kangyuan, on June [-]st, at the end of the third quarter.

One month earlier than Fu Si.

Fu Si looked at the other party in doubt, the abbot didn't stop writing, and said while writing: "The late emperor has been planning for him for half his life, starting from the moment he was born."

Fu Si was depressed.

He thought that the late emperor's careful preparation for Fu Yi was also related to him——

However, he is the one who is not favored and can even be sacrificed at any time.

"Do you know that the eldest son of the Fu family in the state of Chu has gone through several generations, and none of the eldest sons came to a good end? There are even rumors in the palace that the Fu family replaced the previous dynasty with bloody methods, so they are cursed, and the eldest son will be punished in all generations."

Fu Si pursed her lips and shook her head.

There may be such rumors, but he has never paid attention to it - he was born with the title of evil star, everyone avoids him, and he also consciously stays away from the bustling.Although I overheard someone discussing it by chance, how could Fu Si know which ominous thing they were talking about?

Now he knows.

It turned out that Fu Sisheng was born on June [-]st.

No wonder Lu Chen celebrated his birthday on Children's Day.

However, children should celebrate their birthdays in the lunar calendar, and they should celebrate their birthdays openly and lively when they are adults.

Unfortunately, he was only 19 years old when he died.

Fu Si sympathized with him as well as herself.His throat tightened, and he spoke hoarsely and stagnantly: "Because he was afraid that the fate of the eldest son would fall on Fu Yi, the first emperor called me the eldest son. Really, he had a far-reaching plan for it."

The abbot lowered his eyes and sighed faintly: "Fu Yi was born in Chenzhou - the most fertile land in the grasslands. Back then, I took Ah Chen away and went to a very remote and desolate place, but was still arrested.

Everyone thought that Fu Yi was born in the second year of Kangyuan, and his biological mother was a fugitive border slave who was lucky by the emperor by accident.No one knew that her name was Mingyue Chen, she was the honorable grassland princess, and the lifelong love of Fu Yinjue, the great prince of Chu State. "

The abbot kept on writing, and after Fu Yi's birth date, he wrote the scriptures for salvation.

Fu Si looked at the words above.

[There is no hindrance in the heart, so there is no fear]

But in this world, who can be free from fear?

There are eight hardships in life, Fu Yi is indulged in resentment and hatred, Fu Si is trapped in not getting what he wants.

"Because of changing identities, our destiny is closely connected. He has no chance, and neither do I, right?" Fu Si hugged embroidery tightly. Only in this way, he would not feel lonely and pitiful.

The abbot didn't answer directly, but instead asked: "Chu already belongs to you, what else is important?"

Fu Si shook his head, "I don't want it, I don't want it. Although the throne is at your fingertips, Uncle——" Fu Si looked deeply into Fu Yinjue's eyes, "If I hand over the throne to you now, would you be happy?"

Fu Yinjue hung his pen in a daze. After a long time, the vermilion ink dripped down, and a vermilion flower broke open at the end of the scroll.

"I don't get what I want, I don't want what I get...Everyone is like this, why are you happy? My story has ended, but your story is still going on...Where to go, there is always a definite number.

Maybe after three or five years, your state of mind will be different again; maybe time will wash away all the traces of your existence; maybe...study the ink, and write another sacrificial text..."

Fu Si slowly studied the vermilion ink, watching the flowing red color migrate from the inkstone to the yellow silk, forming distinct words and sentences.

And the eldest prince of the Chu Kingdom who missed the throne 20 years ago, what he is writing at this moment is not the so-called "sacrificial text", but a will——

Since I came to the throne, obeyed the heavens, and inherited the virtues of my ancestors... I have a prince... Be kind and righteous, be filial and loving, and bow to me, and be willing to become a great leader, and be my successor...

Leave a blank after the word "Prince".

Fu Yinjue put down his pen, "There is still time for the third prince's class teacher to return to the imperial court. The seal is here. How to fill it in is entirely up to you."

After finishing speaking, he gently flicked his sleeves, and the wind of his sleeves pushed Fu Si to sit on the dragon chair.

He left, leaving Fu Si sitting on the dragon chair, as if firmly locked by golden shackles.Looking at the void with both eyes, I fell into boundless silence and loneliness.

The cable car went all the way down from the top of the mountain, and the strong sense of weightlessness made Shangqian wake up from a light sleep.

To him, it was just a dream in the morning, but the state of Chu has been turned upside down.

Fu Yi is dead.

How did Fu Si come back?

The war in Chu State has not stopped, and the throne is at your fingertips, but the discussion is very selfish and hopes that a miracle will happen——

It would be great if Fu Si suddenly appeared in front of him.

From the cliff edge of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then all the way back to the campus, the miracle has not been discussed.

Fu Si did not show up.

Maybe I will never see you again in my life.

After discussing returning home, he closed the doors and windows, it was raining patter outside, and the room was very stuffy, he fell asleep again in a drowsy state, but he did not dream.

Perhaps after Fu Yi's death, even the dream is an extravagant hope.

The discussion was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone.

Pick up the phone.

"Xiao Shang, are you busy... Why doesn't the voice sound right? Are you catching a cold? Don't blow the air conditioner too cold..." Mr. He's concerned voice lingered in his ears, and he could barely answer with a hoarse voice: " Teacher, what do you want me to do?"

"There's something wrong. Didn't you ask you to help me listen to a report on the earthquake? That expert came to the school again and asked to see you again... If you are sick, you don't have to force it. I will help you You pushed..."

That report... The avatar of Shang Quxin was twisted severely.

He and Mao Mao went to listen to that report together.

But now, he has no cats.

Shang Keqiang cheered up, dug out "Earthquake Prevention and Disaster Mitigation", and went out to Qiuzhi Building.

Along the way, many students who had attended his class greeted him, and some even graduated boldly and said to him with a blushing face: "Mr. Shang, happy graduation! I sent you an email, remember to go back and read it!" Then ran away quickly.

Discuss pursing his lips and shaking his head.

These children have to have a degree of joking.He is a man with a boyfriend, so of course he should have nothing else to do.

——Even if the boyfriend is not around.

Even, the boyfriend may never get back around.

Passing the postgraduate apartment, discussing subconsciously looking at the sycamore tree at the door.

His eyes were stained with disappointment.

No cats, much less people.

Miracles have favored him many times, but this time, he failed to make the discussion possible.

When I came to Qiuzhi Building and sat in the lecture theater, I was in the same position, but with a completely different mood.

At the beginning of the report, the experts invited Discussion to come on stage and asked him to share his experience after reading.

Shangke took a deep breath and looked at the seat that was vacated after he took the stage: "Earthquakes, also called earthquakes, were regarded as early warnings from the heavens in ancient times, and those born on the day of the earthquake were also given an ominous name. Unstoppable, but manpower can overcome the sky..."

The crowd gave thunderous applause for discussing this opinion which combined their own profession and seismology.

Amid the applause, discussing that time, he lowered his head and said, "Well, my cat should have sent an email to communicate with you in person."

The expert didn't hear clearly, "Huh? What did you say?"

Consulting forced a bleak smile, "I said, my cat has a lot of insight and experience about earthquakes."

The audience, including the experts, burst into laughter.

Expert: "Well, if you have the opportunity, let me see it face to face. I didn't know that cats in Big A are so powerful!"

He looked at the experts suspiciously, and then at the full audience.

He, they, haven't they seen Maomao long ago?

At the end of the report, Yang Changjiang stopped the question and asked curiously: "When did you raise a cat? Isn't your mother allergic to animal hair? You didn't participate in Professor Miao's selection before. How did you get a cat that understands earthquakes? "

Discussing that he was stunned on the spot, like a thunderbolt falling out of thin air, it shattered his body and mind.

No?Why not!

"You don't remember anything!" Shang Ke grabbed Yang Changjiang's arm and shook it desperately, "You met Fu Si's! He even bit you! We attended the expert's report together...he also attended Professor Miao's The selection! You have seen him!"

Yang Changjiang's expression became tense in an instant, he let go of Shang Kan's hand, and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, "I heard from Chunhua that you are sick...won't it be because you are sick and confused? How have you ever raised a cat... Yes! I I was bitten by a cat, but I was bitten by Miaomiao, Huanhuan’s cat. Because of this, the two of us became... Hey, it’s questionable, where are you going! Come with me to the hospital! You must be an academic Be dazed..."

Discussing, ignoring Yang Changjiang's cry, he stumbled away and browsed the forum all the way.

How could it not exist!

Obviously Fu Si left so many traces... Posts!There are many posts about Fu Si on the forum!

Discussing that his hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold the phone, he clicked on the hot posts on the forum and browsed from the first page to the end.

There is no word about Fu Si.

One person and one cat under the plane tree;

Under the sycamore tree, ancient and modern people;

Let countless netizens shout out the sovereignty declaration of you and me under the lemon tree;

They all disappeared, as if they had never been there.

After clicking on the historical text messages on the mobile phone, there was no trace of the message that was sent out in a group and received all kinds of blessings.

The world was instantly barren and terrifying.

The discussion almost rushed to Professor Chen's house, knocked on the door, and asked in a crying voice: "Do you remember my cat? Fu Si, his name is Fu Si!"

Professor Chen thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

Shangqian went to the school's official news website to find the announcement about the expelled graduate student who abused cats. It praised Zhou Ye, the owner of the furry pet shop, but didn't mention Shangqian, and his cat.

Discussed and even approached Chen Yuanyuan's bodyguard back then, "You were beaten by my cat, you must remember!"

The bodyguard frowned and brushed him away, "In broad daylight, what are you talking about in your sleep? How can a cat beat a person, or a macho like us? Sick!"

All have the same answer.

Discussing and asking questions all over the world like a lunatic, and finally can only go home, staring blankly at the notice of manuscript acceptance on the computer.

Click on the article "A Brief Discussion on the Impact of Ancient Earthquakes on Politics and Economy", and look at the above, "This conclusion is still worthy of discussion", and the discussion tears like rain——

Fu Si exists.

Even if no one remembers.

Discuss and remember.

Fu Si exists,

In the heart of discussion.

forever and ever!