Prince Zhen's mansion was packed to the brim.
Jiang Yingzhou didn't know what kind of madness he was, and rewarded him with a room full of rare treasures, but Jiang Yingzhou clearly knew that he was not interested in such extraneous things since he was a child.
Instead, it feels a little in the way.
After the people moved all the things to the warehouse, Jiang Tangzhou found himself in trouble again looking at the sweets on the small table.
"Master, I can't let this go." Ting Yu frowned and said, "This can't be put in the small warehouse, what should I do?"
Jiang Tangzhou sighed: "You take it and share it with everyone."
There were not many people in Prince Zhen's mansion, and the only person Jiang Tangzhou could trust was Tingyu. Of course he thought that Jiang Yingzhou would know about his actions, but he didn't care too much. After all, he really doesn't like sweets, and he really can't let them go.
Listening to the rain calling for people to share sweets, Jiang Tangzhou sat down at the small table that was finally vacated. Feeling tasteless in his mouth, he took out a plum candy from his pocket, peeled off the outer packaging and put it in his mouth.
The longing for this period of time can be comforted.
The jade pendant that Yin Wenzheng gave him was afraid that it would be too eye-catching, so Jiang Tangzhou wore it all the time around his neck and hid it in his clothes. Now it was heated by his body temperature, and there was still a slight coolness left. Jiang Tangzhou Taking it out of the clothes and rubbing them lightly, it is inevitable to wonder what Yin Wenzheng is doing at the moment.
Kyoto, which is thousands of miles away, is also a sleepless night.
The palace is heavily guarded, and the blue tiles and red walls in the distance seem to be covered with a layer of tulle by the mist. There is a dead silence under the row upon row of eaves, and only occasionally slow and cautious footsteps can be heard.
After returning to the capital, Yin Wenzheng took off the bell on the jade pendant, and now the jade pendant was wrapped in his palm, as if he could feel the warmth of Jiang Tangzhou's body when he held it tightly.
Yin Wenzheng was also thinking about what Jiang Tangzhou was doing at the moment.
There has been no response to the letter he sent to the border for some time, and he always had an ominous premonition that something might have happened, but he was thousands of miles away, so he couldn't care about it at all. , I can only find someone to go to the border for me, but the news has not come back yet.
With many thoughts, Yin Wenzheng's mind turned one after another.
Suddenly, the sound of broken porcelain came from the hall, and Yin Wenzheng stood up sharply.
The door was opened, and a court lady came out: "Prince, Lord Lu, Your Majesty is awake."
Yin Wenzheng quickly put the jade pendant in his pocket and was about to walk in, but a hand came out from the side, stopping him, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Lu Yanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Prince, Your Majesty may not want to see you at this moment."
"Lord Lu is so capable, you can even tell what your father is thinking at the moment?" Yin Wenzheng also showed a smile or not, but his eyes were extremely deep, and he didn't know what kind of storm was brewing. rainstorm.
Yin Wenzheng wanted to go inside, but Lu Yanfeng didn't give him such a chance, the two of them were on the left side of the door and the other was on the right side of the door, confronting each other, as if they could fight in the next moment, the atmosphere was tense. The maids guarding the side didn't have to bury their heads lower.
"The crown prince doesn't know something. Before His Majesty passed out, he said that he would see no one except the minister."
Yin Wenzheng's heart sank slightly, and the smile on his face faded a bit: "Really? Kegu didn't hear Father Huang say such a thing."
"I also ask the prince to give me a little face. If your majesty saw the prince first, you might blame me."
Yin Wenzheng snorted softly, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he raised his hand and pushed Lu Yanfeng's hand back hard, and was about to step towards the threshold with his legs open.
Who would have thought that another Cheng Yaojin would come out in the next second—hanging his head in embarrassment, he said: "Prince, Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty said that he wants to see, see Mr. Lu."
Yin Wenzheng's complexion suddenly sank, and he turned his head to look, but Lu Yanfeng put on a determined smile, and said, "I made the prince laugh." After saying that, he walked across the threshold and passed him by.
Yin Wenzheng had no choice but to take a few steps back in resentment, his brows furrowed a little tighter.
The current situation in the capital is really worrying.
Yin Wenzheng came back with his troops and forced the fourth prince back from the palace, but he didn't catch anyone else. The fourth prince led the fifth prince to hide in some corner. Emperor Ling Yu was sometimes awake and sometimes asleep, but he trusted him very much. Lu Yanfeng, on the contrary, he is the prince who has no taste and taste. If he had not had this name, he might have become someone else's wronged soul long ago.
If things go on like this, Yin Wenzheng feels that Daheng's Jiangshan might have to change his surname.
Obviously, Lu Yanfeng also went for that position. It's ridiculous that Emperor Ling Yu really believed in Lu Yanfeng, and he was getting more and more confused!
Yin Wenzheng circled around outside the threshold for several times before finally hearing the news from the people inside: "Your Majesty summons the prince to have an audience."
Only then did Yin Wenzheng straighten his clothes, put away the expression on his face, and stepped into the threshold.
...
There was no wax in the house.
Yin Wenzheng walked in with a frown, raised his hand and ordered the maid to put the wax on, and looked on the dragon couch, only to find that Emperor Ling Yu was so thin that his face was sickly pale. Unlike a living person, there is still a faint smell of blood in the room, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.
Emperor Lingyu spoke with great difficulty, as if there was a bellows pulling in his throat, like a broken gong: "Lan, Lan'er..."
"My son is here." Yin Wenzheng squatted down beside the bed, "What orders does the emperor have?"
"Chong'er...how is it?"
Yin Wenzheng's temples twitched slightly, but he didn't expect that the old man would still be talking about his fourth child when he was about to die.
Yin Wenzheng made a timely expression on his face, even with a bit of regret: "Father, the last time I brought troops back to Beijing, although I temporarily survived the crisis of forcing the palace, my son was incompetent and failed to send the old man back to the capital." Si was caught, and he didn't know where he was hiding at the moment."
Emperor Ling Yu looked up, his cloudy eyeballs kept moving from side to side, not knowing what he was thinking, and Yin Wenzheng wisely didn't bother him.
After about a quarter of an hour, Yin Wenzheng almost thought that Emperor Ling Yu was about to fall asleep, and he suddenly said: "Lan'er, go...to my bookcase, there is a hidden compartment on the far right of the third row, put Get the contents out."
Yin Wenzheng frowned, although he was a little surprised what kind of tricks the old man was playing, he obediently got up and went to get it.
The hidden grid was covered by a painting, and it was impossible to find it at all. When Yin Wenzheng touched the dragon totem, Yin Wenzheng's heart beat uncontrollably and crazily—for some reason, his intuition told him that this The things inside are what he needs most.
Yin Wenzheng pressed the secret compartment and found an imperial edict inside.
He didn't open it, but walked to the side of the bed and said, "Father, the things are here."
"You...you open it and take a look."
Yin Wenzheng responded, took the ribbon, and unfolded the imperial decree. Yin Wenzheng read it at a glance, and although his heart was agitated, he said calmly: "Father is strong and strong, long live, long live!" Years old, what is the meaning of this decree..."
"I will be strict with the world, but I still have this understanding..." Emperor Lingyu said with great difficulty, "Whether this edict is written or not is not a big problem, after all, you are the crown prince. You were supposed to ascend the throne in the future, but the situation in the court is treacherous, and you have a special status, so it is more secure for you to have such an edict."
Emperor Ling Yu seemed to put all his strength into saying this sentence: "You have a calm temperament and the talent to lead troops and generals. No one among brothers is more capable of taking on this important task than you..."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes lightly, let out a foul breath, and said: "After my death, you will make an order to let Yan Feng be buried in the imperial mausoleum with me, and be buried beside me."
Yin Wenzheng's calm expression finally changed slightly, revealing a bit of surprise: "Father..."
"You don't need to persuade me," Emperor Ling Yu said slowly, "This is an imperial decree, and it must not be disobeyed."
Yin Wenzheng stood there in silence for a moment, then knelt down, kowtowed, and said word by word: "My son...accept the order."
He felt a little ridiculous.
I'm afraid that Lu Yanfeng thought about it and didn't think that the death date of Emperor Ling Yu that he had been waiting for was also his death date.
They all thought that Emperor Ling Yu was foolish enough to keep such a wolf by his side, but they didn't think that the old man was the one who saw the most clearly, and the one who had already thought out all the escape routes.
Yin Wenzheng felt that he didn't even need to think about it. There must be more than one edict, but now that there is no one in the Ling family, this is the only edict he can produce.
It is impossible for Emperor Ling Yu to be so stupid as to hand over the world of his Ling family to a person surnamed Lu.
Lu Yanfeng thought that he had won the trust of Emperor Ling Yu, but he didn't want to be the most ruthless emperor's family, and what he got in the end was just a funeral.
The old man is really cruel.
Emperor Ling Yu closed his eyes, and said wearily: "When the time comes, it's up to you whether to give him the imperial tomb or poisoned wine, as long as you don't let him threaten my Daheng's country..."
With a bang, something suddenly fell to the ground.
Emperor Ling Yu also opened his eyes abruptly. With his cloudy eyes, he looked behind the curtain not far away, and there was a shadowy figure squatting on the ground to pick up things.
The atmosphere in the air was eerily silent.
Finally, the curtain was lifted, and Lu Yanfeng walked in from outside holding an empty bowl expressionlessly, staring at Emperor Ling Yu on the bed without speaking.
Emperor Ling Yu exhaled deeply, and called out his name: "Yanfeng...you are here."
Lu Yanfeng put the bowl aside, all the fake expressions in the past disappeared at this moment, he sneered and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am here."
"You..." Emperor Ling Yu frowned slightly, "Have you heard everything?"
"Yes." Lu Yanfeng approached him, "I heard everything."