On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, at the hour of the emperor's hour, he dismissed the court and ordered a palace banquet for three consecutive days to celebrate the happy new year. All the meritorious generals could attend the banquet. The emperor was very drunk.

After writing the last stroke, Zhang Heng dried the pen and ink and slowly closed the notebook.

He was the historian of the four emperors of Dali and lived through four dynasties for a total of twenty-eight years.

For twenty-eight years, Zhang Heng worked hard, seizing every opportunity to record every sentence that the emperor said contained edicts. Even the most leisurely carpenter emperor could have four or five pieces of paper in his daily life.

However, the end of the year is the most relaxing and boring day for Zhang Heng.

Just three or two sentences can describe Emperor Shun's words and deeds throughout the day. As soon as Emperor Shun got drunk, he basically announced that the day's work was over. The next day, he added "unlucky" or "lucky your concubine at night. It's not done yet."

"Go up."

Repeated every day, nothing new.

Zhang Heng didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

I'm happy that I finally relaxed for a while. I don't have to spend so much time in the middle of the night sorting out what I've written during the day. I'm done writing now.

What is worrying is that Emperor Shun really has no one to look forward to as a king.

He drank alcohol all day long without restraint. Prime Minister Li Yan advised him no less than ten times, but it had no effect except making Emperor Shun displeased.

In addition, Emperor Shun has no heir, and the world... is probably in a state of uncertainty.

On the day when the king's flag changes at the top of the city, it will be another ten years of calamity for the common people.

Zhang Hengwei shook his head imperceptibly. Just as he closed the living note, a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the living note from his hand.

Zhang Heng was shocked. The emperor's daily life was a forbidden secret in the palace in all dynasties. Anyone who dared to make unreasonable comments would be destroyed by nine tribes.

Only the Empress Dowager and Hanlin, who compiled "Emperor's Mind", could consult Notes 1 and 2 on daily life.

"Don't talk."

At this moment, a voice full of magic sounded, carrying a mysterious power that was irresistible and irresistible.

Zhang Heng held back the words that were stuck in his throat. He took a closer look and saw that the person holding out his hand was clothed in coarse linen, leaving only his straight back.

Zhang Heng felt a little relieved for no reason, but he also looked around nervously.

If someone sees one's daily life and is spied on, not only will the spy destroy the nine tribes, but the historian will also lose the three Yi tribes.

This is a royal secret, and only a few words are allowed to be shared.

However, I don’t know whether it’s because of the chaos or because this corner is so inconspicuous that no one is paying attention to it.

I looked around, but no one looked at me.

It was as if he didn't even notice this out-of-place man standing next to him.

Just when he was about to ask for it, the living note was returned.

Zhang Heng seemed to have snatched it back and held it in his arms, never daring to let go.

At the same time, the visitor slowly turned around and looked at Emperor Shun, as if there was a cold air in his eyes.

When Zhang Heng saw this, he immediately hissed and his scalp went numb.

It is absolutely unusual for this person to enter the forbidden palace without permission and peek into the forbidden books.

If a fight breaks out, no matter what, your life will be at risk.

Even though Emperor Shun was a strong external force, he was probably no match for this person.

No reason needed, just intuition.

Perhaps only Liu Zongmin and General Liu can compete.

But Zhang Heng's shock only lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the person who came finally made no further moves, let out a soft sigh, and turned around to leave.

…

Next to Donghua Gate is the Corpse Burning Prison.

This is a place dedicated to burning the corpses of palace people. Palace ladies, eunuchs, and some demoted concubines who have committed crimes will be admitted to the corpse-burning prison next to Donghua Gate after their death.

There is a resting place in the corpse-burning prison, and the body of Chongzheng is buried here.

Half a month ago, Dashun Prime Minister Li Yan petitioned for a grand burial for Chongzheng, but was rejected.

Later, he proposed that the corpse be burned and buried in the concubine's mausoleum, but this was also rejected.

As a result, Chongzheng's corpse has been dormant to this day, and no one cares about it.

It was related to the previous emperor, and this place was extremely tightly guarded.

There is a post every three steps, a sentry every five steps, and there are secret guards lurking in the darkness.

However, at this moment, they felt nothing about a person walking towards them.

It is Qinhe.

After killing the false god in one pot, Qin He paid a considerable price, but compared with the harvest, the price was nothing.

The complete description of current Qin He's strength should be that he is a cultivator of the 21st level of external strength in the mortal body, 19th level of magic power in the mortal body, dual cultivation of strength and law, 9th level of meritorious golden body, and 9th level of meritorious soul body.

With the advancement of his strength, the advanced dream-making technique he used has reached the level of "following his words and following his actions".

Even those with strong external strength cannot completely resist it.
Chapter completed!