Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 24 What is the surname in the world (eight)

The Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun looked at the sloping smoke rising from the incense burner in front of him, and was slightly ecstatic.

Today is the day when Zhang Chong launches assassination. She has ordered the guards of Weiyang Palace that as long as Zhang Chong asks to see him, no matter how late he is, he will be allowed to meet him immediately.

For this reason, she did not go to bed, but lit a furnace of incense, sent off a group of palace maids and eunuchs, and waited alone in the main hall of Changxin Hall.

It was already the hour of Xu and the hour of Hai was not here. Calculate it, Zhang Chong should succeed at this moment.

In other words, Wang Mang should have...learn from this world at this moment.

Thinking of his nephew, Wang Zhengjun couldn't help but feel a little painful in his heart.

This nephew is indeed a talented talent in the Wang family. Although he was not very prominent since childhood, the advantages he could bring up were just simplicity, filial piety, humility and courteousness. He was even more ridiculous when he was young. However, when it comes to talent, there was nothing special about it.

But when he was thirty, he seemed to have suddenly become a person. He knew everything in astronomy and geography, and he often made amazing words.

People in the clan once doubted whether Wang Mang was possessed by some monster, but which monster could read quietly? A few years later, Wang Mang became an official, and this discussion gradually disappeared. The Wang family's status in the palace naturally came from Wang Zhengjun's status, but most of the momentum in the court was won by Wang Mang.

Originally, Wang Zhengjun was surprised to think that this nephew was a treasure given to the Wang family by God and the founder of the Wang family's family forever to be favored by the Han family. But now, she was horrified to find that Wang Mang's ambition was far greater than she could imagine.

Even though Wang Zhengjun still felt reluctant and helpless in his heart,... since he had threatened the existence of the Han Dynasty, he had to bear the pain of giving up.

While Wang Zhengjun was feeling sorry, he suddenly saw the eunuch on duty rolling in and crawling in, his face full of fear and anxiety.

"Why are you panic?" Wang Zhengjun had cold frost on his face and glared at the eunuch coldly: "Didn't I tell you that if the Qimen Lang asks for a meeting, would you invite me in directly?"

"No... it's not Qimenlang, it's An Hangong! No... take the emperor! And..." The eunuch's face wrinkled into a ball, and he stammered and finally finished speaking in one sentence: "And, he was covered in blood!"

"What?!"

Wang Zhengjun stood up in a fit posture far beyond her age, holding the crutches in her hands tightly, and her heart beat wildly.

At the same time, a figure had appeared at the door of the main hall.

"Auntie, nephew Wang Mang, please see you."

Although he was invited to see him, when Wang Mang said this, he had already walked into the hall step by step and walked towards Wang Zhengjun.

His body did not wear court clothes according to the etiquette of entering the palace, but was just a regular dress. His head and shoulders were still covered with dark red blood, and they had not yet dried up.

"You...you...what's going into the palace late at night!"

Wang Zhengjun stretched out his hand, pointed straight at Wang Mang, took a deep breath, and was already calming down. After more than 80 years of storm, even though he had a little panic just now, he quickly suppressed it.

"Come and give my aunt a gift."

Wang Mang slowly walked to Wang Zhengjun with a respectful smile on his face. Three figures appeared behind him, namely Wang Xun, Wang Yi and Wang Mu.

"You...you are all determined to follow Jujun?"

Wang Zhengjun clenched his fists tightly and glanced over the three people behind Wang Mang. Wang Xun and Wang Yi both lowered their heads slightly, looked downwards in front of them, and did not dare to contact her. Only Wang Mu, but he kept his chest straight, smiling, and looked at Wang Zhengjun calmly.

In Wang Mu's hand, holding an ebony box, he was walking towards Wang Zhengjun step by step.

"The Empress Dowager, please accept the gifts prepared by the teacher. I'm going to take it in a hurry, which is a bit rougher. I hope the Empress Dowager will forgive me."

Wang Mu knelt in front of Wang Zhengjun, and without waiting for her instructions, he had already opened the lid of the box by himself.

Zhang Chong's head and his expression before his death were vividly seen in the eyes of the Empress Dowager. As expected, as Wang Mu said, he hadtily passed, and the blood in the box had not even been wiped away.

"June Ju, you..." Wang Zhengjun had a glimmer of hope before, but it was not until now that he saw Zhang Chong's head with his own eyes that he finally realized that there was no room for recovery for this matter: "You are so cruel!"

"ruthless?"

Wang Mang looked at Wang Zhengjun strangely for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Auntie, you actually said to me, are you cruel?"

He stretched out his hand to his side, pointed at Zhang Chong's head in the box, and his eyes were still staring at Wang Zhengjun: "When you asked him to hold a banquet to assassinate me, did you think of this ruthless word in your heart?"

Wang Zhengjun sighed, looked up at Wang Mang, looking helpless: "Then... what you are going to pick up now is the old man's head?"

There was no fear in her eyes.

"Head level? No, I don't want that kind of thing." Wang Mang shook his head and laughed: "Auntie, your head level is useless to me. What I want is something more important than that."

"What do you want?" Wang Zhengjun's pupils suddenly contracted. In Wang Mang's eyes, she had almost got the answer, but she still unwilling to ask in person, and heard Wang Mang's answer.

Wang Mang poked his head to Wang Zhengjun's ear, and whispered three words to her ear:

"Travel.National Seal."

Wang Zhengjun knew that the moment he had been avoiding had finally arrived.

Wang Yi and Wang Xun were already on Wang Mang's side. And she had finally become a lonely man.

She had difficulty breathing, stretched out her hand, grabbed her chest tightly, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Jujun! You are rebellious!"

"No, aunt, you were wrong. This is not a rebellion..."

Wang Mang shook his head slightly, his voice paused, and his expression gradually became extremely solemn and serious little by little.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it on his left chest and atrium. He looked at Wang Zhengjun's eyes that did not move at all, but he just gradually lost his focus and drifted towards the distance.

His eyes passed through Wang Zhengjun, through the Changxin Hall, through the entire Weiyang Palace, through the vast and vast Chang'an City, and even across the entire world, floating towards the endless sea of ​​stars...

"But the true return, the sound of the new moon will surely shock the world."
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