"He has hidden the hatred in his heart for so many years, this time he can finally get revenge, but do you think he will be happy?"
In the Hall of Huanchen, Liu Yusheng looked out the window with a soft voice.
Feng Qingbai followed her sight and looked in that direction. At the end of the line of sight, it was Bei Canghuang's bedroom.
"There is nothing to be happy or unhappy. He is mentally prepared."
"Now, most of the Korean forces headed by Cen Shangshu are already on Duan Ting's side, right?"
"One is dyingly ill, brutal and unkind
The emperor who caused popular anger. One is the prince who is keeping a low profile and ready to go. It is obvious which side he is on. "
Liu Yusheng nodded and smiled, "Furthermore, Cen Shangshu has no choice at all. If he does not stand on Duan Ting's side this time, when Bei Canghuang turns around, Cen Mansion will not be able to preserve the current scenery."
The court fights, the waves are treacherous, and the steps are like walking on thin ice. One is for power and the other is for wealth and life. In many cases, it is involuntary to act.
Thinking of this, Liu Yusheng turned his head to look at the man beside him, his eyes turned soft.
At this moment, she was suddenly very grateful, thanking him for his willingness to let go of all those beautiful scenery for her and the child.
"In broad daylight, don't look at me like this." After turning her eyes into his eyes, the man raised his lips after a moment of silence.
The woman greeted her with a roll of eyes.
"Daddy, mother, when Uncle Duan wins, will we be able to leave here?" A small furry head suddenly came in between the two and asked them about gossip.
Feng Qingbai pushed his little head back with a finger, "Asked so much, if we can go, we have to take it. Instead of exploring gossip here, it's better to play with your mud."
"Daddy, you are talking nonsense again, when have I played mud." That was all when I was a kid, and I still use it to tease him now, and don't look at how old he is this year.
"The year before last Spring Festival, you were still fried cow dung."
"That was the year before last!" Croton blushed and argued, "It's been two years!"
"I didn't play last year because you had no conditions. You couldn't find cow dung in Liangzhou."
"Who said that? I won't play if I have the conditions. It is said that I have grown up, and what I did when I was young and frivolous can still be said today! You were not frivolous when you were young?"
"Your father, I've never been frivolous." The man didn't change his face.
"Hahahahaha, I'm really laughing at me!" Croton stood with his arms akimbo, his small body slanted, and stood in front of his mother.
Feng Qingbai, "..." coldly condensed Croton.
One big and one little king stared at Mung Bean, Liu Yusheng turned his head away without seeing it.
She can't teach a man, and she can't teach her son, so she can't see it.
I got up and walked to the small desk on the other side, sitting next to my daughter and Qiqi. The two children were practicing calligraphy.
In the past few days trapped in the Hall of Fantastic Morning, apart from Croton who is still restless all day, Hongdou and Qiqi are very well-behaved, and they haven't annoyed Liu Yusheng.
Can't go out and play crazy, the two children stay in the temple, doing the most is to practice calligraphy and paint graffiti.
"Mother, what do you think of my writing?" Hongdou pulled out a copybook in front of her and handed it to her mother, with a small face full of expectation, hoping her mother would praise her.
The characters on the copybook are not beautiful, they are crooked, the strokes are naive, and the pen and ink is not even in shades. However, it can be seen that the strokes are very serious, and the baby's face is also stained with a lot of ink stains.
Putting her daughter in her arms and reading her copybook from the beginning to the end, Liu Yusheng nodded, "The writing is very good. Keep going, and Hongdou can write better in the future."
The baby's small face immediately burst into a bright smile, "Well, mother, don't worry, I will definitely be able to write better in the future. Mother, look, this is written by Qiqi, and his writing is better than mine. And I’m younger than I am in Qiqi, isn’t Qiqi also great?"
"Yes, Qiqi is also great." After the children worked hard, Liu Yusheng never stinged to praise them, giving them more confidence and motivation to continue.
Moreover, the character Qiqi is indeed better than the red bean.
Although the pen is as immature as the red bean, the handwriting is crooked and crooked, but the whole glyph does not make people feel loose and weak.
After receiving the praise, Qiqi also laughed, with a shallow, clean and shy smile.
The family's joking effort here has changed the situation in the Bei Canghuang imperial palace not far away.
The imperial guards who had been guarding the Hall of Magic Morning did not know when they withdrew, and instead guarded the emperor's palace.
Although you can't hear the killing, as long as you go out, you can feel the tense and depressive atmosphere of the entire palace. There are not many people in the palace on the road, and I see one occasionally, and I walked cautiously.
From the harem, even after the incident, there was no sound.
Everyone stays behind closed doors and stays safe. In times of chaos, express your position with this attitude.
No one dared to complain for Bei Canghuang, and no one dared to question Duan Ting.
A disabled prince who has been regarded as a waste for many years, suddenly his legs can stand up at this critical juncture, and he has received support from many courtiers in a short period of time, and he is holding a strange soldier who does not know where to fight. What
No one does not understand. The disabled prince was clearly dormant for many years.
Therefore, whether it is the harem or the court hall, they are now waiting for the final result.
It is not uncommon for the royal family to fight between father and son.
The nobles in the upper class are used to it.
So all they need to do is to wait for one side to win, and then show the sincerity to follow the left and the right.
The capital of Beicang has really changed.
When Duan Ting left the palace, Liu Yusheng didn't know, nor deliberately asked.
It's just that they regained their freedom in the afternoon of that day and were able to enter and leave the palace at will.
"It seems that there has been no movement for a long time." Standing in front of the Huanchen Palace, Liu Yusheng said softly, looking at the direction of the Bei Cang Emperor's bedroom.
"If you want to know what's going on over there, then go and take a look." Feng Qingbai smiled.
"I don't really want to know."
"Then we have to go there too."
"..." In short, they must blend in on this matter.
Between the two talking, Croton almost immediately brought Hongdou and Qiqi to the back of the two's buttocks, following the same steps, making it clear where his parents were going, they would all follow.
Join in the fun.
A family of five started seriously and walked towards the hall. From a distance, you can see the entrance of the sleeping hall, stacked with guards standing on top of each other, still cold and cold, but this time, their swords are facing the people lying in the hall.
As the times change, people's hearts tend to become faster.
This is especially true during the royal battles.