The first traitor of the Sui Dynasty, killed the emperor and occupied the queen, and left a sentence before his death, which turned out to be positive energy
Preface
In that turbulent era, in the palace of the Sui Dynasty, the shadow of power was like a huge palm, enveloping everyone's fate.
Yu Wenhua, this name may not be prominent in the long river of history, but his story is a magnificent epic.
He was born into a prominent family without the slightest ambition, he befriended the royal family for pleasure, and he was forced to embark on a career in office, but because of greed and ignorance, he fell into an endless abyss.
First, the road of obedience to fate
The night is low, the stars dot the sky, and the lights in the Yuwen Mansion are bright.
Yu Wenhua stood in front of the window, looking at the palace in the distance, and his heart fluctuated.
His father, the highly decorated general, was once the mainstay of the Sui Dynasty, but now he is buried under the loess.
Yu Wenhua's eyebrows revealed a trace of confusion and unease.
He knew that as the eldest son, he had to bear the burden of the family, but his heart had long been corrupted by a luxurious life.
At that moment, the silence of the night was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.
A domestic servant barged in in a panic, horror written all over his face.
"Young master, there is a decree in the palace, announce that you will enter the palace immediately!" Yu Wenhuaji's heart clenched suddenly, he knew that the gears of fate had begun to turn and could not be reversed.
Second, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, the root of the bane is born in secret
The winter wind was bitter, and the land in Guanzhong was covered with a thin layer of frost and snow.
Yu Wenhua, dressed in a heavy fur coat, stood in a hidden place on the border, his eyes shining with greed.
He planned to make private deals with the Turks in order to make huge profits.
His younger brother Yuwen Zhiji was also attracted by this upcoming wealth, and both of them were full of desire for power and money in their hearts.
However, just as they were preparing to move, the sound of horses' hooves broke the silent night sky.
A group of emissaries from the imperial court galloped over, holding the holy decree to capture the Yuwen brothers in their hands.
It turned out that their plan had already been detected and reported to the imperial court.
Yu Wenhuaji's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his heart was full of fear and despair.
He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented catastrophe.
3. Cumulus clouds give rise to disasters, and troubled times are coming
The spring breeze has not warmed, and the Central Plains is already full of smoke.
Outside Yu Wenhua and the secluded manor, the fire of the peasant uprising has burned like a prairie fire.
He stood at the top of the manor, looking out at the fields that had been engulfed in war, and an inexplicable anxiety swelled up in his heart.
He tried to persuade Yang Guang to pro-government and quell the turmoil, but the emperor, who was obsessed with lust, only wanted to escape from reality and cross the Yangtze River south.
In the manor, Yu Wenhua's study was brightly lit, and he flipped through the ancient books, trying to find the answer to the troubled times between the lines.
However, the wisdom in the book does not seem to answer his confusion at the moment.
Just then, a sharp knock on the door interrupted his musings.
Outside the door, a general of the Forbidden Army had a solemn face, and he brought a shocking news - the Forbidden Army hoped that he would take the lead in raising troops to overthrow the emperor who could not protect the country.
Fourth, the end of the carnival, fate confessed
Yu Wenhuaji's heart set off turbulent waves, and he knew that once he embarked on this road, there would be no turning back.
His heart struggles between the temptation of power and the bondage of morality, and in the end, he makes a decision.
On that dark and windy night, the Forbidden Army, under his leadership, staged a mutiny.
In the palace, a bloody massacre was quietly staged, and Yu Wenhua was pushed to the pinnacle of power.
However, Game of Thrones never shows mercy.
Yu Wenhuaji's heart was full of contradictions and fears, and he knew that his position was not secure.
He tried to hide his inner panic with carnival, singing songs every night and spending the Spring Festival with Empress Xiao.
However, in the dead of night, he could always hear the cries of those unjust souls, and feel those invisible eyes scrutinizing him.
He knew that his end was not far off.
Fifth, the end of the carnival, the pinnacle of power
The night sky of Jiangdu was dyed red by the firelight, and the smoke of the mutiny filled the air.
Yu Wenhua stood on a high platform, overlooking the chaos and gore below.
There was a trace of indescribable excitement and deep fear in his heart.
He was thrust to the pinnacle of power, but it wasn't all he intended.
His eyes were particularly complicated in the light of the fire, with both a desire for power and a confusion about the future.
In the Game of Thrones, Yu Culture and began to indulge in indulgence.
He forcibly occupied Yang Guang's beloved concubine, Empress Xiao, and sang with her night and night, as if he wanted to compress all his happiness in this short time.
However, in the dead of night, he faced the empty palace alone, and those carnival scenes disappeared like bubbles, leaving only endless emptiness and loneliness.
He knew that all this was temporary, and the blade of fate was hanging over his head.
Sixth, the death of Sui and the ending of Yu culture
The drums of war faded away, and the walls of Jiangdu had been breached.
Yu Wenhua stood in the dilapidated palace, watching the soldiers who had once been loyal to him fall one after another, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
He tried to turn things around on his own, but in the end he found himself a pawn of fate.
In this gamble of power, he has lost completely.
At the last moment, Yu Wenhua chose an extreme way to end his life.
He killed the puppet emperor and proclaimed himself emperor, but this was nothing more than a pre-apocalyptic.
Soon after, he was killed by his pursuers, ending his political career with ups and downs.
His body was abandoned in the wilderness, unattended.
The once prominent Yu culture has finally become the dust of history, leaving only endless sighs and warnings for future generations.