Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 17 What is the surname of the world (I)

Weiyang Palace, Changxin Palace, courtyard.

This is the residence of the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun.

In the afternoon, the sun was just right. There were only two people in the courtyard, and the other eunuchs and palace maids were all dismissed.

Wang Mang supported the Empress Dowager, who was also his aunt Wang Zhengjun, and walked slowly in the courtyard.

She is already old. At the age of 80, even as the Empress Dowager, she is singing and eating every day and is caring for her with the imperial physician, it is still a miracle to be able to live to this age.

Her hair was already gray and her body was as hunched as a dead tree. Her beautiful face when she was young was just passing clouds and smoke when she was old. Her wrinkled skin was full of wrinkles like gullies, and no matter how luxurious clothes were worn on her body, it was difficult to cover up the deep dusk atmosphere. Even her half-closed eyes were gray and had no glory.

The sun shone on his body, warm and warm. After walking around the courtyard twice, Wang Zhengjun raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun above his head.

It's very dazzling, but it brings her warmth and even gives her life.

And the same is true for the great man - no, it should be said that it is a greater existence than the sun. The sun will rise and set in the evening, but the great man will not. The great man should always hang in the sky, always emitting light, and inviolable existence.

There is nothing that can compare to the brilliance of the sun, and even the Wang family, who was born in his own family, can do it.

She is the daughter of Wang, but she spent much longer in this Weiyang Palace than in the Wang clan.

For more than fifty years, from the empress, to the empress dowager, to the current empress dowager... Wang Zhengjun's body has been deeply imprinted with the imprint of the great man.

With her protection, Wang has always enjoyed the most abundant sunshine.

Let the family she comes from bathe in the sun and even possess the most sunshine. This is good and what she hopes for.

But recently, she felt more and more vaguely that something she didn't want to happen, and maybe even...is happening.

"Auntie, are you tired?"

Wang Mang lowered his head slightly and whispered to Wang Zhengjun whom he was supporting him: "Do you want to... go and have a rest first? The sun is about to set."

"No." Wang Zhengjun slowly raised his head, stared at Wang Mang, and said softly in a low and old voice: "It is just that we have to take advantage of the sun being fine that we have to walk more."

"But, that will eventually set." Wang Mang raised his head and looked at the sun that was gradually setting west, smiling as if he smiled: "It's better to go back early before it sets. After the sunset, it's strong wind."

"Even if it falls for a while, it will eventually rise again. This is the great way between heaven and earth and will never change." Wang Zhengjun paused the crutch in his hand and said a little hurried.

She looked at Wang Mang and added: "No one can change it."

"Is that right?" Wang Mang looked up at the sun in the sky, suddenly laughed, and recited a strange poem: "To sacrifice, I dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky... Aunt, you may feel the ambition in it?"

"You...what did you say!"

Wang Zhengjun's expression suddenly changed, and his originally drooping eyelids suddenly raised, and the light in his eyes burst out, not like an old woman who was over 80 years old.

"I said... even if the sun is replaced, it doesn't matter." Wang Mang helped the Empress Dowager, found a place in the courtyard to sit down, and then whispered.

"Tell me clearly to my elders! What are you going to change! Jujun!"

Wang Zhengjun did not sit down, holding the top of the crutch with both hands, staring at Wang Mang's face, as if a lion that had been aging for a long time was still shaking its former might.

"Auntie, I need power." Seeing that Wang Zhengjun was not sitting down, Wang Mang shook his head and sat down by himself, looking at his aunt's angry face without any nervousness.

There is no need to hide it anymore. Now, it is time to be honest and honest.

"Power? What you have now is not enough!" Wang Zhengjun knocked on his crutch again: "From the Grand Tutor to the Duke of Anhan to the current emperor, you have not succeeded to the throne even after three years as the crown prince!"

Her voice was not loud and her speaking speed was not fast, but even so, anger was still an extremely physically exhausting thing. Wang Zhengjun gasped for a few times before continuing: "Jujun, you really have no need to go further! The Wei family has been killed by you, and the Fu family and the Ding family have long disappeared from this court. You have no opponents and no one to block you. Your power has already reached the peak in the Han Dynasty! What else do you want!"

“It’s not enough.”

Wang Mang shook his head gently: "Auntie, really, isn't enough."

He also stood up and stood in front of Wang Zhengjun. The hunched old man, who was only as tall as his chest, looked at him angrily.

"I need more power, not only more than now, but even..."

Wang Mang paused, and a strange fanaticism appeared in his eyes: "It's even more than the framework of the Dahan can accommodate."

Wang Zhengjun stared deeply into the eyes of his nephew, and suddenly felt like he had been stabbed hard, his whole body shrank involuntarily, and his expression turned from intimidation to shock.

She originally thought that what her nephew pursued was just like all the relatives who had appeared in the past two hundred years of the Han Dynasty, and was just glory, wealth and power.

As a relative of the foreign country, he should have been satisfied with climbing to his current position.

But he... still seemed not enough.

The strangest thing is that what he said to him at this moment was clearly a naked grab, but his expression and eyes did not reveal even a trace of selfish desire.

On the contrary, it is full of fanaticism, piety, and some things that Wang Zhengjun himself cannot explain clearly and cannot explain.

He was chasing power frantically. But power was not his goal, but just a means.

So... after gaining enough power, what will the real purpose be?

"You...what do you want! Tell Lao Shi, Ju Jun!"

Wang Zhengjun needs to use all his strength to hold the crutch and prevent himself from falling to the ground.

"Do I want it...?"

Wang Mang suddenly smiled, then stretched out his hand and gently supported his aunt's shoulder. Wang Zhengjun moved slightly, but in the end he still did not dodge.

"What I want is actually very simple."

Wang Mang's low voice seemed to be demonic, and he gently spit out in his aunt's ear.

"That's a...new world!"
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