Even though it was expected that King Qin would not be able to escape this catastrophe, no one expected that he would take a step ahead before making the decree. The prince knelt in front of the Qianqing Hall in a trance, and fainted on the ground when he heard the sound. Before the emperor could get up, he fell back on the bed. The original testimonies against King Qin were temporarily suspended, so Zhang Taiyan was sent to prison, but he was old and fell ill when he was released from prison.
There was mourning in Kyoto, and even the snow was heavier than usual.
The snow lasted for a few days, and the emperor suddenly looked older on the couch. His eyes were fixed, staring at the aimless swimming in the sky, as if he was looking for something, but he didn't seem to find anything. Kang Fu knelt on one side, weeping, but he didn't dare to speak out.
After a while, the emperor said: "Call the prince to come in." Kang Fu wiped his tears and responded, the emperor was stunned for a long time, and then said: "No, I don't want a prince. It's called Xin, Xin Yi." He said this name, as if saying to himself: " Xin Yi, good Xin Yi, is Zhensheng's child. You call him, I want to see him."
Kang Fu was stunned when he was retreating, and buried it deeply again, saying: "Yes." He went out of the hall and closed the door, told the little eunuch to watch the door tightly, walked to the front a few steps, and met Bai Jiu who had been standing in the snow looking at plum blossoms. Said: "Your Highness, Your Majesty wants to see Shizi."
When Xin Yi was copying the case, he mentioned two strokes, and crossed out the word "Qin Wang" by himself. Others saw him looking upright and concentrating, but they didn't know that he was also absorbed in writing.
There was a commotion outside, as if the imperial palace had issued an order. Xin Yi was still in deep thought, when he stopped before the case, he looked up to see Zuo Kaizhi and said to him: "The palace summons you, just go for a while."
At that moment, Xin Yi seemed to have expected something, but it was as if it had never happened.
The road in the palace was slippery, Xin Yi walked slowly step by step. The internal waiter who came to the front got the letter and didn't dare to urge him. After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at the Hall of Qianqing.
The crown prince has been sent back to the East Palace, and the Qianqing Palace is as quiet as if there is no one there. It was the first time for Xin Yi to come here, he shrank his cold hands into his sleeves in front of the red pillar, he didn't seem to be afraid of this emperor's residence, he followed the diameter inside without even frowning.
It was hot inside, and the hanging curtains were pressed layer by layer, covering the bed tightly. Lifting the curtain, Kang Fu whispered to Xin Yi: "Your Majesty, watch out for your feet." He said softly to the inside: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is here."
"En." The voice of the person on the couch was deep, and when the last layer was lifted, Xin Yi saw the emperor was old and slumped, leaning on the bed with drooping eyelids, looking like he was going to sleep. Seeing him coming, the emperor saw a turn for the better. "Come here, let me see you."
Xin Yi stepped forward, and the emperor looked at him with a look of nostalgia and sadness, so Xin Yi lowered his eyes obediently and let the emperor look at him. There was no movement in the hall, until Kang Fu gently called His Majesty, and the emperor woke up.
"It still looks like the sixth child." The emperor's old palm groped over, landed on Xin Yi's heart, and patted it lightly, "Like the sixth child."
Xin Yi was as quiet as a sculpture, but now the emperor thinks such a quiet child is good. If you are quiet, you don't have any harsh words, and you can't do anything disobedient. Every move is obedient and obedient.
"You are not quite like Lao Liu in Beijing." The emperor whispered, as if saying to himself: "Lao Liu likes to be noisy, Lao Qi is poor, and the two are inseparable. They are very good. The prince has already studied at that time. I don’t make any noise in front of my husband, only the fourth child follows him, even if he doesn’t know how to read. Only the fifth child likes to write sour poems, and the brothers don’t take him to play, so he writes poems and scolds everyone one by one. .There is ink in the belly, and there is bad water."
The emperor stared at Xin Yi suddenly, and said in a cold voice: "But Lao Liu is so courageous, he dares to accept so many people. They are all in Beiyang to serve him as soldiers and fight for him. The prince persuaded him, he He didn’t even listen, and he led the old seven to make trouble.” He suddenly showed sadness, and said in a shy voice: “The talent stayed on the battlefield when he was young. The barbaric land of Dayuan made him make trouble, and he would never return. Here we come." He leaned over, held Xin Yi's shoulder with his withered hand, his eyes were deep, "Lao Qi is a good boy, he raised you for him. But you can't learn from them two, especially your father. .Do you understand? Do you understand?"
The emperor's hand gripped his shoulder and his head ached, Xin Yi raised his head, his brows and eyes were submissive. But the hand covered in the sleeve hurt even more, how much disgust and resistance was churning in his chest, and how much timidity and fear were revealed between his brows. Seeing his panic, the emperor gradually lost his madness, showing a little bit of relief and a smile.
"Kang Fu." The emperor leaned back on the couch wearily, "Take your son out. It's cold, add a sable cloak before leaving." He said solemnly, "Come over at this time tomorrow, and I will talk to you again."
Kang Fu led Xin Yi out, and he saw the young prince turned around and left the hall, the fear on his face was gone, and he couldn't see the slightest sign. When the pair of bright eyes were lifted up again, it was completely peaceful, and it really tasted as gentle as jade.
On the way, he bowed respectfully to Xin Yi, and said: "Here, His Highness is waiting for the son to return home together."
Xin Yi's eyes lit up, and his pace quickened a little. Turning the door, I saw Bai Jiu's dark cloak standing in the snow, waiting for a long time. Xin Yi simply passed Kang Fu, and ran over on the snow.
"My lord." He pursed his lips, showing a bit of childish grievance.
Bai Jiu held his hand behind his back, and when he saw him, he smiled and said, "Like a puppy that smells like meat." Xin Yi blushed, and Bai Jiu glanced at Kang Fu. Kang Fu immediately retreated respectfully, and said, "Are you wronged?"
Xin Yi pulled the sable cloak on his body, "It's uncomfortable to wear."
Bai Jiu raised his hand and shook his hand, "Then let's take it off when we go out."
Seeing that he always had one hand behind his back, Xin Yi couldn't help but wondered, "What did you take?"
Bai Jiu smiled narrowly, "Guess."
"It's probably something from the palace." Before Xin Yiyin fell, the hand turned out, took a branch of Zhongxiu's budding plum with his fingertips, and handed it to Xin Yi.
Xin Yi looked around quickly, and Bai Jiu tapped his forehead, "Like a thief."
Xin Yi picked up the plum and blushed, "Where did you pick it?"
Bai Jiu led the people out, "Pick it up casually."
Kang Fu covered his eyes with his sleeves from a distance, and thought to himself, oh, my son is really easy to coax, there is no better place in the palace than the plum blossoms at the gate of the Qianqing Palace, so he just pinched His Majesty to plant it himself Mei coaxing the children is really frustrating. But he changed his mind to comfort him, what about Pingding King, who can control him
After leaving the palace gate and getting into the carriage, Xin Yi took off the sable cloak and changed into his own cloak. He pinched his own plum the whole time, for fear of knocking a little off. Bai Jiu sat on the side and stared at it with warm hands, which made Xin Yi feel embarrassed.
"People say that you are getting fat in winter, why are you getting thinner again?" Bai Jiu put his hand on Xin Yi's waist, "Let the kitchen make some soup at night."
"Wear thick clothes in winter." Xin Yi sat beside him, "If I get fatter, I will turn into a ball. When I fall down, I will roll to the bottom without even helping me."
Bai Jiu smiled, turned his head and said, "That's easy, just throw it on the bed and roll away." Xin Yi immediately raised his fist to cover the tip of his nose, and his earlobes turned red. Bai Jiu laughed out loud, "Shyness can't be raised anymore." She pressed his head again and leaned on her shoulder. "I'm free today, go home and rest."
Xin Yi leaned on his shoulder and replied, "Go home."
The wheels of the car turned fast, Bai Jiu stroked his hair with his palm, "Are you scared today?"
Xin Yi said: "Not afraid."
Bai Jiu laughed again, "I've grown up."
Xin Yi smiled, the hand held by Bai Jiu was warm and comfortable, and he never let go.
King Qin was not buried according to the specifications of the prince, but it didn't end in a hasty way like King Ping. The emperor still gave him a face, not knowing whether it was to comfort himself or to cherish the memory of his father and son. Suspicion towards the crown prince also gradually dissipated under the shock of King Qin's disappearance. Before everyone could react, Xin Yi suddenly won the favor of the emperor, and he could enter the palace to accompany the sick bed every day.
Zhang Taiyan was seriously ill, but he was still able to hold on to the court. No one dared to stop Yan Wang Shizi's outrageous favor. The leftists were slanderous, and Bai Jiu couldn't speak, and for a while he was like a new rich man in Kyoto. Under the sharpening of Zuo Kaizhi's Dali Temple sharp knife, he became more and more cold, but this person gradually became gentle and elegant. No one can pick a thorn.
The prince seemed to be indulging in the mourning of the loss of King Qin, and surrendered himself to the Jingwei Division to control the troops. It's just that the emperor saw that he was haggard in just half a month, touched the relationship between father and son, told him to continue to hold it, and even delivered a lot of government affairs in Beijing and China.
In a blink of an eye, the end of the year came, and the weather became colder. Only Xin Yi was still investigating the gunpowder case. Tang Wang's remarks made him suspicious, and he became more and more jealous of the prince. He intuited that the cause of Qin Wang's death was wrong, and there was something more in this case. Zuo Kaizhi also had opinions on this case, so although the two had concluded the file on the surface, they were still searching carefully in secret. Bai Jiu knew what to do and let him go.
It is only said that Xin Yi's side followed Feng Shui, but Xie Jingsheng hit the city wall on the other side. He was getting closer to Jingri, and he couldn't see He Anchang no matter what, no one could stop him. Depressed, he practiced with Xiao Jin every day, and the two competed to build a snowman in the Pingding Palace. Because the snowball smashed Bai Jiu's window, Chi Chi bit him out all the way.
Xie Jingsheng was freezing in the snow, feeling more and more desolate. He simply climbed up the wall of He's mansion, and touched He Anchang's nest along the way, but he still couldn't see anyone.
He Anchang's room was neat and quiet, and Xie Jingsheng rolled around on the bed, feeling his bones cracking. He hugged someone else's pillow and lay on the bed, closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time. Before he got excited, the door of the room was pushed open, Xie Jingsheng hugged the pillow and rolled under the bed.
Looking at a pair of boots, he changed his coat in front of the screen, drank tea at the table, and finally moved to the edge of the bed to sit down.
Xie Jingsheng held his breath, staring at the straight long legs and swallowing. He listened for a long time, only to hear He Anchang let out a long sigh and fell on the bed. This bed is so hard that it can knock people unconscious, and it hurts him to fall down like this. It's just that something was wrong with He Anchang today, he didn't even take off his boots, just fell on the bed with such a big thorn, and didn't move.
Xie Jingsheng's back was sore under the bed, so He Anchang said coldly: "Come out."
He poked his head out from the edge of the bed, and seeing He Anchang was not moving, he turned his eyes to look at him. Xie Jingsheng smiled earnestly and raised his hand, "You came back before I did anything."
He Anchang didn't speak, just looked at him.
Xie Jingsheng touched the tip of his nose, sat on the ground and asked, "What's the matter?"
He Anchang looked away again, turned his back to him, "It's nothing."
Xie Jingsheng has already noticed that something is really wrong with him today, so naturally he won't be dismissed as nothing. Carefully rubbing her butt against the edge of the bed, she leaned slightly and said, "Talk?"
He Anchang turned his face coldly, and said, "Give me back the pillow."
Xie Jingsheng held the uncle with both hands honestly, and only helped him to put it on the pillow.
"My uncle." Xie Jingsheng smiled, "You are being bullied by someone, and you are not happy to be like this." No one paid attention to him, and he didn't care, "I heard that people are prone to internal injuries if they hold back for a long time, my uncle is young Light, why can't you speak? Or something, your little widow ran away with someone?"
The pillow hit his face, Xie Jingsheng grabbed it straight, held it in his arms and sniffed deeply, raised his eyebrows at He Anchang and said shamelessly: "Put yourself in your arms, I like this smell very much." He An often stared at it. Looking at him, he became cowardly again, leaned over, and said in a very gentle voice: "So, so, talk to me."
"Calling the soul." He Anchang glanced back at him.
Xie Jingsheng read it a few more times, seeing his uncle's expression turned pale, "I'm calling you."
He Anchang sat up suddenly, and said to him, "Come up."
Xie Jingsheng was taken aback, "Huh?"
"Come up." He Anchang raised his cold face slightly, and his eyes were also cold.
Xie Jingsheng took off his boots, carefully stuck it to his side, and said: "You are Xinzheng—" The cold hands wrapped around his shoulders unexpectedly, and the snow-white man rushed over and threw him Flutter on the bed. Because of the jerky and clumsy movements, the two of them almost rolled out of the bed. Xie Jingsheng quickly caught the man with his eyes and raised his legs to block the edge of the bed, but his face was still dazed and stupid.
"He Anchang." Xie Jingsheng raised his hand on his waist without touching him and said, "If you have something to say, don't do it." Before he could speak, he gritted his teeth and rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice: " what you do."
He Anchang sat straddling his waist and abdomen. Looking up from this angle, he found that his uncle was even more damn cold and seductive.
"What do you want to do." He Anchang slammed his head on his forehead with a pillow, "Don't move!"
Xie Jingsheng let out a muffled groan, raised his hand to grab his waist, laughed a few times, and said with pain and restraint: "You should not move yet!"
He An often asked him condescendingly, "How did King Qin die?"
Xie Jingsheng closed his eyes and suppressed the tightness he felt in his palm, and said, "Old, how do I know!"
He Anchang said coldly, "Open your eyes and say."
Xie Jingsheng opened his eyes and stared at him fiercely, "I—bah, how would I know!" Seeing He Anchang's serious eyes, his stomach felt hot, he lifted him up and pressed him against the edge of the bed, saying: "Is there any question?" Did you ask that?" Xie Jingsheng was blinded by the white neck, and endured it, covered his body and ferociously pecked at his neck, then quickly let go of his hands and stepped aside, hurriedly putting on his boots , He said in his mouth: "If you dare to use this method to ask others, you will die! He Anchang! He Ruxu! I am really worried, ah!" He gritted his teeth and pulled his boots, "I really hate you! "
But when he heard a laugh behind him, Xie Jingsheng's words froze, and he turned his head back. The white-skinned, cold, heartless and provocative He Ruxu was lying within reach of him, his smiling cheeks were slightly red, and his eyebrows were rippling. Xie Jingsheng's chest was undoubtedly hit hard, he clutched his chest and tugged at his reason, thinking.
Sure enough, I have a good heart, and my smile is so beautiful.