He was the emperor's teacher and the emperor's assistant minister. He managed the government affairs when the emperor was young.

With the will of the late emperor, Hengyu captured the military and political affairs of a country.

At that time, the court was in turmoil, and the people's well-being and happiness were far away from Zhao Yi. He was underage and naturally lived in the palace. After Zhao Han ascended the throne, Empress Dowager Ye sent him to Zhanglin Palace on the northwest side of the palace to live.

After the death of the late emperor, Zhao Yinian turned five years old. Because his mother's status was low, although Zhao Xin would not treat his descendants badly, the matters in the harem were always ruled by the queen, and Zhao Yi's treatment was much worse than other princes.

There was only a little palace maid, a little eunuch and his wet nurse with him.

He spent three years in the Zhanglin Palace, which was next to the Cold Palace.

As if she was deliberately forgotten, Empress Dowager Ye never remembered to find an enlightenment teacher for Zhao Yi. Once, when Zhao Yi was sleeping in a daze, he heard the wet nurse and the little palace maid chatting in the outer hall. The wet nurse was gentle and dissatisfied with a vague voice. "The former beauty of the king offended the empress dowager. How could our empress dowager ask the teacher for his highness to teach you. If you can't lack the amount, she is already considered kind."

"Madam, be careful." How dare you talk about the superiors in the palace? The little palace maid was so scared that she quickly persuaded her.

There is no airtight wall in the world, let alone in this cannibal palace.

When Zhao Yi woke up on the second day and had to look for the nanny after breakfast, the little palace maid was trembling with her body, and she hugged Zhao Yi, and told him over and over again, "Your Highness, the nanny is gone, don't look for her."

The little palace maid is very young. At first glance, she was sent to Zhanglin Palace to serve Zhao Yi without knowing the dangers of the palace. This was the first time she faced the dangers of the palace.

Not long afterwards, the little eunuch who often played with Zhao Yi was transferred to other palaces. The little palace maid who was originally lively and laughing was much more silent and restrained than before. Even Zhao Yi became much more sensible overnight. The person who used to vent his life and wanted to play with Zhanglin Palace now seems to be self-confessed and trapped himself in this small palace.

Queen Mother Ye seemed not afraid of rumors from outsiders. Although the cost was not reduced, she never transferred other palace maids and eunuchs to Zhanglin Palace.

Zhao Yi felt that he would probably never forget that in his life, his grand tutor personally pushed open the door of Zhanglin Palace, walked to him and calmed his clothes for him. When he was panicked and at a loss, he held his hand, squatted down and looked at him in a straight face, and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, are you willing to go out and take a look?"

Zhao Yi's small hand subconsciously grabbed Heng Yu's hand, and a warm feeling came through his palm, "Is there anything good to look outside?"

"There are intrigues, intrigues, and strange families, heroic spirit, and mountains and rivers."

Heng Yu looked at Zhao Yi's facial features that became more and more similar to Zhao Xin after he gradually grew up, and in a trance, he seemed to see the emperor of that year.

When he met the late emperor, he was similar to Zhao Yi's current age. The late emperor at that time was similar to his current age.

It's like a cycle of reincarnation.

In the martial arts field, he joked that he set a life goal for himself as a favorite emperor and ministers. From being infatuated with each other to getting along with the king and ministers, he was able to still hold his pride in the face of power because of the indulgence of the late emperor.

Now he introduced himself to Zhao Yi in front of him, "Your Highness, my surname is Xu, my name is Hengyu, and my name is Mingchu. He is the Grand Tutor of the Great Zhao Tianxia."

"Your Highness, if you step out of this palace gate, you will be the emperor of this world. The Grand Tutor is the emperor's teacher. I will become your teacher and teach you to be a qualified emperor."

Zhao Yi looked at the young and handsome tutor who was too handsome and tightened his hand even more, "Will you take me out?"

"Yes. I will also forge this empire into a prosperous era and hand it over to you in full."

"Then let's go out."

He was led by the young Grand Tutor, crossed the high threshold of Zhanglin Palace, and walked step by step to the Golden Palace in front of the rising warm sun, and accepted the bowing of the court officials.

Zhao Yi hasn't dreamed about his life in Zhanglin Palace for a long time. He woke up from his dream and it was less than 500 minutes outside.

The faint incense burned indoors, and Zhao Yi felt a little uncomfortable when he smelled it. Looking at the sky outside, it was not far from going to the morning court, so he simply called someone in to help him clean up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The eunuchs beside him suddenly ran in from outside the hall with some disobedience.

Zhao Yi frowned slightly, and suddenly a sense of panic came from the bottom of his heart. His fingers trembled slightly, and he brushed away the palace maid who was about to come forward to put a crown on him.

"But the Grand Tutor..." He strode forward and walked directly to the eunuch general manager. The emperor, who has become more majestic in recent years, released his pressure without mercy.

The eunuch general knelt down and said in a crying voice: "Your Majesty, the Grand Tutor, the Grand Tutor passed away last night."

Zhao Yi's eyes became a little dull for a moment, and his figure standing there was a little shaky.

The Grand Tutor is like a master or a father to him.

He took power after his wedding, and his reform was targeted by foreigners and never feared it because he always knew that his grand tutor would always stand behind him.

Now, the person who had been standing behind him has fallen...

Zhao Yi raised his right hand to cover his eyes, and felt uncomfortable with dryness in his eyes for a moment. "I am very sad when I pass the order, the Taifu passed away and the imperial court lost a minister who lost a humble minister. I will stop the court for three days to express my condolences."

In my memory, the Taifu, whose body was gradually weakening, officially wrote a letter to beg for bones, and only the Taifu's reputation was hung on his body.

Once he left the palace in a very small way and went to the Taifu's mansion, he happened to see the Taifu pick up a pen to write a book.

He had heard that when the Taifu was young, he wrote several novels, and was the founder of the novel of case-breaking, so he became interested in getting close to read it.

When he asked, the tutor put the page he had just written and put the page he had just written to dry.

"I want to write the "Book of the Emperor" for the late emperor."

He was slightly stunned, "The Emperor's Chronicle was written by the Grand Historian, why should the Grand Tutor take charge of the instructions himself?"

"Does Your Majesty think I can't write well?"

Zhao Yi shook his head quickly. He had been the emperor for more than ten years and had a reputation among scholars all over the world as aware and good at using it. However, he had seen all kinds of talents, such as the Taifu, who was good at literature and martial arts, and who was good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, could never find a second one.

"The late emperor is like His Majesty, a generous emperor. But in order to hand over such a rejuvenated empire to future generations, he took on many infamous names in history books that should not have been borne by him. Therefore, this book "The Book of the Emperor" is not an objective and fair historical book, but rather a memory of the late emperor from the perspective of his ministers."

He underestimated the mistakes when there were any mistakes, and he did not hesitate to write and express his beautiful words when there were any achievements.

In the historical book he wrote, other events can be analyzed calmly from an objective perspective, but Zhao Xin’s personal evaluation will inevitably not be able to achieve the most basic point of the historical book.

——That is justice.

He wrote this book "The Imperial Chronicle" intermittently for several years. After writing it, he presented the manuscript to Zhao Yi and ignored the follow-up matters.

Later, Hengyu was buried with the imperial tomb. After handling his funeral, Zhao Yi found Taishi Ling and handed over the extremely thick book "The Imperial Chronicle" written by Hengyu to Taishi Ling, and ordered him to organize the manuscript. If it was slightly modified based on the manuscript, it would be recorded in history as the "The Imperial Chronicle" by the late emperor forever.

"The Grand Tutor has been through three dynasties and has been a monarch and minister with the late emperor and me. How could the Grand Historian write a book about the "Records of the King and Ministers" to record such a friendship between the king and the ministers?"

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he waved his sleeves to order the Grand Historian to retreat, but before the Grand Historian had stepped out of the hall, Zhao Yi spoke out again to stop him.

"Forget it." The emperor, who was in his prime, sighed lightly and suddenly changed his mind.

"The Grand Tutor hoped that I would have all the relationship between him and his ministers in this battle between the late emperor and the emperor, and in the future he would be buried next to the tomb of the late emperor..."
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