A wisp of green smoke slowly came out of the incense burner, and a maid stepped forward before it burned out, and changed it to a new incense stick.

This incense seal is made of one or two incense powder and ten taels of gold spices, and the incense burner that holds the incense seal is the white porcelain lotus furnace of the Song Dynasty. All the furnishings in the house are noble and elegant.

If any well-informed person sees everything in this room, I am afraid that he can't help but sigh, if he can stay in this room for one night, it will be really an emperor's enjoyment!

And that's not wrong, because the person who lives here today is really an emperor, or more accurately, an emperor of the past.

The emperor stood in front of the window, looking at a pine tree outside. When he saw the snow on the pine needles, he noticed that it was already winter.

He didn't know where he was now, if he was still in the palace, or if he was in a residence outside the palace, or if he wasn't in the capital at all.

But for him, it doesn't matter where he is now.

If you succeed, you will be king, and if you lose, you will be captured, and he will lose completely.

Even if the quality of his life now looks no different from before, it is impossible to deny this fact.

The maid came over with grace.

She was so beautiful that even though she was plainly dressed and didn't put powder on her face, she couldn't hide it. She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a subordinate who serves people, after all, as a subordinate, if she can't be slightly inferior to the master, once she wins the master, it will not be the master who will suffer in the end.

She looked at the dishes and chopsticks on the table, then at the emperor again, and made an ah-ah-ah sound from her mouth.

Who would have thought that she would be mute in such a beautiful way.

The emperor said without looking back: "I'm done eating, you can clean up." ”

The maid nodded, and cleaned up the table with her hands and feet.

After a while, the door creaked open, and the maid returned to the room after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

She just stood silently to the side, looking at the emperor without saying a word, her eyes wandering carefully over the emperor's face.

The Emperor could sense her gaze, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

She was actually looking through her face at someone else who looked the same thing. This poor and pathetic woman is in love with his master, but in her capacity, she will probably never be worthy of him, and because of this, once she finds out that she has something to help the other person, she will only do better and better than the others.

When the Emperor understood this, he completely gave up all hope of getting out of here through her.

The Emperor had lost count of the number of days he had lived here, and at first he was worried that someone would suddenly come in with a tray and let him choose between white silk, daggers, and poisons/medicines, just as his father had done to the old princes of the clan.

But......

He did not wait for the imaginary situation.

In these days here, he didn't have a government waiting for him to deal with, and he didn't have to fight with the courtiers, he could only think over and over again, what went wrong?

The Emperor pinched his eyebrows.

He couldn't understand why his cousin suddenly launched a palace change. I can't figure out why the other party allowed him to live.

is the so-called tiger relic, if he is a cousin, how can he allow the other party to live at this time?

He couldn't help but think back to the absurd words his cousin had said to him that night.

- "Don't be afraid, brother, my brother is just borrowing your identity for a while." ”

The emperor felt that he was ridiculous, and he still hoped that the other party had not deceived him.

……

On the side of Wenyuan Pavilion and Ming Yi Pavilion, the compilation and reconstruction progress of these two types of books, classics and histories, is the slowest.

Books such as history books should take into account the situation of dispersion, supplement as appropriate, and take into account the sensitive content inside.

After Qiao Heng received the recital, if he still had time, he would evaluate and adjudicate it for them according to what they said on the recital.

His literary skills are still good, and he has accumulated them in countless lifetimes, whether you are a mediocre or an outstanding person, it is enough to become a great Confucian.

He just did it casually, but in the eyes of others, this became another proof of His Majesty's sage.

Qiao Heng didn't know what they thought, and he didn't dislike their slow progress, and even sent people to appease them, telling them not to hurry and take their time, and controversial issues could be put aside for the time being.

Anyway, these kinds of books are not what he needs, and it doesn't matter how slow they are.

As a household servant, Hana Saburo knew that the emperor attached great importance to the book repair, and he also felt that the book repair was a good thing, so he wrote a letter home and donated some of the books at home.

There are not a few officials in the court and China who do this like him, and some martial arts families also join in the fun, donating some of the books that they have read and leaving transcripts, and then exchange them for a good reputation, or ask the emperor for a book repair quota, this transaction is not compensated.

Since Qiao Heng's order was issued, the major dart bureaus have received a lot of orders for transporting books, bamboo slips and other things.

The coming-and-going dart team has hooked many people in the rivers and lakes with crooked thoughts.

In ancient times, the literacy rate was low, and the majority of the middle and lower class people were illiterate, and they could not read the newspapers and notices of the imperial court, coupled with the lack of information, so there were always some people who did not know the recent orders issued by the imperial court.

Those gangsters who have lived in the mountains and wilderness for a long time and made a living by robbing roads, how could they let go of such a good opportunity to make a fortune when they saw these dart teams escorting goods.

However, when they opened the box and looked at it, they were stunned, it was actually boxes of books. In the eyes of those who lick the blood from the knife edge, these books are nothing more than waste paper, which can neither be eaten nor worn, so what is the use?

There is more than one such example, but there are always people who know the goods. When literate people discover that there are many rare books, rare books and even unique books, they understand the value of these books. And when they were pointed out that there were martial arts cheats in it, they went completely crazy.

The ancients said that wealth touches people's hearts.

These books are not only wealth, but also treasures that can take their martial arts to the next level.

In this way, it is natural that some people will take risks.

The officials of the political envoys of Huguang and Jiangxi were sparse, and the subjects were grateful for the grace of the gods, and they all actively collected and donated books, but the bandits in the rivers and lakes were rampant, gathering crowds to make trouble, and the escort team was slaughtered, and the servants and the people were all victimized.

Officials everywhere were quite annoyed.

For the local government, the emperor asked to collect books, which was a political task, and if it was not completed well, who knew if the evaluation of the officials in the coming year would be severely recorded.

As a result, the books they had worked so hard to collect and procure were actually snatched away!

These bandits have not existed for a day or two, but they are not easy to provoke because of their martial arts, and under normal circumstances, as long as they do not go too far, officials in various places will usually turn a blind eye to this.

If these people only looted the goods escorted by the dart bureau, the officials would at most contact the people of the six gates, and then swallow their anger.

But who would have thought that this group of people would be so bold that even the imperial court's escort team would dare to loot?

On weekdays, even if those officials, guards, and generals have low martial arts, but because they are covered with a layer of official skin, people in the rivers and lakes will always give them a little courtesy. Because they not only represent themselves, but also represent the face of the huge government group and the imperial court behind them.

Plundering the common people and robbing officials are two very different ideas.

Qiao Heng thought to himself, who can guarantee that there will really be no useful content in these looted books?

Why do people always jump out and make trouble for him?

He really didn't understand what such people were doing while they were still alive.

At a small court meeting with only the emperor and cabinet officials, he said: "There is no need to ask me about this matter again, just deal with it according to the law." "Those who rob money go to jail, and those who kill pay for their lives.

The Emperor still looked unmoved.

This kind of expression, which seemed to have nothing to do, but already regarded the other party as a dead thing, made every cabinet member clear what the emperor meant.

The saying "dispose of according to the law" is true, but it is not easy to implement. These bandits who know martial arts in the rivers and lakes, ordinary catchers and soldiers have no way to take them, but there are really not many people with profound martial arts in the court, and even the emperor's personal guards are specially recruited on the rivers and lakes.

An official said: "Your Majesty, now that the power of the rivers and lakes is getting bigger and bigger, we have to guard against it. The minister heard that the Wenyuan Pavilion and the Ming Yi Pavilion have preliminarily sorted out 18 volumes of martial arts, and I wonder if they can be delegated to the military department to make it carry out?"

In fact, the content in these eighteen volumes of martial arts scriptures is probably some third-rate, or even non-stream-based exercises. Those who are qualified to come to repair the book have their own martial arts and knowledge are quite extraordinary, and repairing and sorting out these lower-level exercises is naturally from a high position and in one go. As for the more advanced texts, they have not yet begun to be repaired and integrated.

Of course, the official who spoke knew this, he just used the eighteen volumes of the most simple martial arts to probe the emperor's tone first, as long as the emperor did not reject this practice.

Qiao Heng said: "What Aiqing said is very true, just follow Aiqing's method." ”

No one expected the emperor to agree so easily, without even the slightest hesitation.

Even the official who spoke just now was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Your Majesty loves soldiers like sons, works diligently, cares about the community, and Weichen will live up to the emperor's favor." ”

No one is unwilling to listen to good words, and Qiao Heng is even more tired of the foul words that are inflicted on him, so he naturally accepts the other party's praise.

For Qiao Heng, after these things are sorted out, they are seen in their eyes and remembered in their minds, and their purpose has been achieved, what is he forcibly hiding and tucking?

But what would he do as a pure feudal emperor? Neither Zhu Di nor Qianlong was like Qiao Heng. When Qianlong finished revising the "Four Libraries of the Whole Book", only seven copies were hand-copied and hidden in various places.

This involves not only financial, material, and human resources, but also deep-seated political issues.

However, Qiao Heng had no scruples about this.

He doesn't care if the country has enough financial, material and manpower to carry out his orders, anyway, this is a martial arts world, everything can't be calculated with common sense, what does he want to do so much. He didn't care if his rule would be as stable as Mount Tai, because he simply wouldn't live that long.

At this time, another official spoke: "If you want to practice martial arts, you can't do it quickly, but you have to think of another way in the short term." ”

Qiao Heng actually didn't have much interest in the court and discussing matters with the ministers, he lowered his eyes and looked at the fingers he put on the armrest, and he didn't speak anymore, just listened to these pavilion elders discussing on their own.

"Six doors are no longer enough......

In the past few days, there has been snow falling from time to time in the sky, and the weather is very cold, and Qiao Heng has always felt a little uncomfortable these days.

He didn't hear who was speaking, but he felt that the voice suddenly became a little distant and ethereal for a moment, and then suddenly muffled at the end of the note, and when the words entered his ears again, they all turned into a harsh noise.

“…… You can't wait for the rivers and lakes to clean up the scum by themselves. ”

The words they said poured into Qiao Heng's mind, but it seemed that there was an invisible film that isolated his mind from everyone, and he wanted to concentrate, but in exchange for only a sharp headache.

Qiao Heng changed his posture silently, supporting his forehead with his hands, and secretly regulating his breath.

……

King Pingnan –

King Nan fell ill, and he fell ill very suddenly, and the people in the palace were caught off guard by his illness.

At this time, there was only Nan Wang alone in the room, and everyone else was kicked out by him.

Nanwang was really sick, he sat leaning against the head of the bed, although his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's falcon, but there was a sick face on his face that could not be concealed.

When Liu Tingzhi, a staff member of the palace, came in, King Nan was looking at the letter sent by Qiao Heng.

He said, "You are here, feel free to sit down." ”

Liu Tingzhi knew that King Nan had been very busy recently, the affairs of the court and the fiefdom, and at the same time, he was also worried about how the prince who was far away in the capital would not get sick under exhaustion.

He knew better that the prince was holding back a fire in his heart because of the prince's refusal to kill the emperor, and if this fire was not extinguished, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get better.

He persuaded: "Don't be angry, the prince is young, he has experienced few things, and it is understandable that he can't be ruthless for a while." Don't rush too much, otherwise the young man's temperament will come up, and ten cows will not be able to pull it back. The prince relaxed a little, and the prince felt bored, and when the time came, he didn't need to be urged by the prince, and the prince would also handle things well. ”

Nanwang: "I know. ”

After reading Qiao Heng's letter, he walked out of bed, came to the table, tore the letter to shreds, and sprinkled the shredded paper on the inkstone.

Liu Tingzhi looked at the back of King Nan, feeling a little helpless.

"Lord ......"

Nanwang held a brush and pressed each piece of paper with the tip of the pen so that it was completely immersed in the ink, and no trace of handwriting could be seen. When he heard Liu Tingzhi calling himself, he hummed.

"The prince should stop being angry with the prince. ”

Nanwang hummed again.

Liu Tingzhi was actually mistaken, he wasn't angry with the prince.

He just suddenly realized something that he had previously overlooked.

Although he is in the palace, there are always his people in the court. After the prince ascended the throne, he □□ more people.

Therefore, the prince's every move in the court cannot be hidden from his eyes.

The policies and orders issued by Qiao Heng were known to him before the DPRK sent officials to southern Xinjiang.

Except for the fact that the father and son did not agree on how to deal with the emperor, the son did not disappoint him in other matters. His son had taken care of everything in order, and none of the follow-up measures he had prepared to prevent mistakes had been used.

Shizi is far better than he imagined.

But......

Nanwang threw aside the brush in his hand, and the brush rolled on the white rice paper, staining it black.

No matter how good you are, there must always be a limit.

Shizi's methods of dealing with government affairs are too sophisticated, so sophisticated that he doesn't look like a novice who is new to court politics, not only political affairs, but in any other aspect you can imagine, he seems to be too proficient.

He knew that his son was very talented, but the theory was not the same as the practice, and even if a person was a genius, he would not be without flaws when he first touched on a new thing.

Even if he is a father himself, he will not do better than the son.

Although he has always asked the prince to learn how to imitate the emperor, the content of imitation is more in speech and behavior. Other aspects cannot be solved by simple imitation.

However, the world he saw now, he thought about it and thought about it, and he couldn't think of anything different from his emperor's nephew.

The same style of acting, the exact same position and means, the person sitting on the dragon chair seems to be still the emperor himself.

…… Maybe not "like it is", but "just that".

It's a terrible thought.

It had just flashed in his mind, as if a biting cold wind had enveloped the Southern King, and the temperature on his body had passed away in an instant.

However, he could not explain this idea to anyone.

Nanwang looked down at a muddy and dirty inkstone, and said, "Tingzhi, I'm going to the capital." ”

Liu Tingzhi was stunned, and he said: "Lord Wang, please think twice, it is not a wise move to go to the capital at this time!"

Nan Wang is far more aware of this matter than Liu Tingzhi. If his conjecture was true, he couldn't even be sure that he would still be loyal to himself □□ the men in the court.

Liu Tingzhi knelt down in front of King Nan.

But in the end, the king of the south said, "I have made up my mind." ”

……

Hua Manlou touched the letter paper with his hand again, and stroked the handwriting on it word by word.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he never relaxed.

It's been a long time, and Qiao Heng's reply to him was not written by his own hand.

Last time, he met a businessman who often went to southern Xinjiang to run business, and it was said that he also had business dealings with Nanwangfu, and he heard from the other party that Nanwang Shizi had been sick in bed for a long time, and no one had seen Nanwang Shizi leave the palace for a long time.

Hua Manlou wanted to visit Qiao Heng, but he was with Lu Xiaofeng at the time, and he was in trouble again and couldn't get out.

Later, he heard that the Nanwang Mansion was directly closed.

Later, Qiao Heng said in a letter written by his subordinates that he had gone to Feixian Island, and his illness was just an excuse for him not to worry.

Hua Manlou folded the letter and sandwiched it in the book.

Although he said that in the letter, he always felt that something was wrong.

……

This day is exactly the fifteenth, and it is necessary to go to the court.

Qiao Heng's wake-up time has always been very accurate, and he doesn't need Wang An to remind him, he can wake up by himself at a fixed hour.

At the monthly synodic day meeting, Qiao Heng only thinks of himself as a clay wax figure most of the time, and whenever he needs to speak, he will try to compress the sentence into two sentences. If you speak too much, it is easy to cause controversy, and there are too many people in the court, and if you are not careful, this morning will become a morning market, and this kind of situation is better to avoid as much as possible.

He sat upright on the dragon chair and listened to the morning discussions of the courtiers.

Then suddenly, the discomfort of that day returned, his mind was filled with illusory harsh sounds, and his mind seemed to be caged in the clouds, and it took a long time to return to his physical body.

Disguise has become the norm for him, and he doesn't let anyone notice his discomfort.

This situation still did not improve until Qiao Heng returned to the dormitory, and that annoying noise kept echoing in his mind, lingering.

He had a note in his hand, but he couldn't stand it anyway.

Qiao Heng set it aside to the other side, and then put his fingers crossed together on the table. He maintained this position, doing nothing and thinking about nothing.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "It's starting to snow outside again?"

Wang An said: "The slave maid went out just now, and the snow has just fallen. ”

Qiao Heng said: "Add a few more heaters, it's a little cold." ”

Wang Anxin said that he was sweating a little in this room, where did it come from, but since the emperor said it was cold, he didn't dare to say that it was hot.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't stop at night.

These palaces, like soldiers in silver armor, solemnly and solemnly crouched in the night.

A eunuch reported to Qiao Heng: "Your Majesty, Ye Guhong asks to see you." ”

If it were someone else, Qiao Heng would not pay attention to it, but Ye Guhong was Ye Gucheng's cousin, so he always had to see him. Ye Gucheng was angry with him at the beginning, but Ye Gucheng turned his head and sent his cousin who was studying art in Wudang Mountain, and Ye Guhong represented Ye Gucheng.

The heavy door was opened, and snowflakes carried into the temple. The room was unusually warm, and the snowflakes turned into water in an instant.

The first to walk in was a young man dressed in white.

When others saw him, their first impression probably couldn't escape the word "pale".

His pale clothes and sword, even his hands were pale, and his eyes were like made of ice and snow, which were even more than the snowflakes flying outside, and his expression was cold and calm.

He is obviously Ye Gucheng's cousin, but he is very similar to Ximen blowing snow, but he is not Ximen blowing snow.

However, Wang An's attention was taken away by another person behind Ye Guhong.

Isn't Ye Guhong the only one? Why is there another person who also came in.

Qiao Heng looked at the people who walked in with Ye Guhong, and said to Wang An, "You all go out." ”

Wang An had no choice but to retreat with the eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting in the palace, but what he didn't expect was that Ye Guhong actually walked out with him, and the Lu guards followed behind him shyly and happily, and said to Wang An: "Your Majesty allows me to follow Senior Brother Ye to Wenyuan Pavilion to have a look." ”

Wang An frowned.

King Nan unveiled the Yi/Rong/mask on his face, revealing a face similar to that of the first emperor Xiao.

The clothes on his shoulders were wet with melting snowflakes, but this man, who had lived a life of bells and bells since he was born, didn't care about the discomfort of his clothes at this time, just like the dignified King Pingnan, who was always wearing brocade clothes, was not him.

He stared at Qiao Heng tightly, as if trying to find another person's figure from him, but he failed.

Before Qiao Heng could say "Father", he said, "Emperor, you are not the son of the world." ”

Qiao Heng heard King Nan reminding him not to forget that he was no longer the prince of King Nan in the eyes of everyone, so Qiao Heng changed his name from the good: "It's windy and snowy outside, King Nan might as well sit down and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up." ”

There was no eunuch palace maid to serve, so Qiao Heng poured a cup of tea for each of them. However, when he had poured all the tea, he still did not hear the movement of King Nan sitting down.

Qiao Heng looked down at the teacup on the table, looking at the only tea leaf floating in the water.

King Nan: "Don't dare to bother the emperor, I'm just here to confirm something, say a few words and leave." "If I still have the life to leave.

Qiao Heng slowly raised his head and looked back at King Nan, as if trying to see what the other party meant from King Nan's eyes.

Nanwang's demeanor and tone were different from usual.

He wondered if it was because he was running out of time, and he was too anxious and hurried when he acted recently, so that Nanwang discovered something.

Nanwang stood there, at this moment, his face did not have the majesty and seriousness in front of outsiders, nor the pleasant face that he used to show in front of Qiao Heng alone, only an extraordinary calmness.

King Nan looked at Qiao Heng, as if he wanted to see his heart.

Once again, he seemed to be sure of his thoughts.

He repeated what he had just said: "You are not the son of the world. The voice was a little more determined than that.

There was a suffocating silence in the room, but outside the room was a snowstorm hunting.

King Nan was looking at him with an extremely strange look.

A slight wave finally appeared in Qiao Heng's eyes.

He understood King Nan's eyes.

King Nan regarded him as his royal brother.

Qiao Heng should have perfunctory this topic, but he couldn't even say the simplest sentence, "Father, did you listen to what others said?"

He said, "I am." ”

There was a sudden wind outside, the whistling of the wind, the trembling of the doors and windows, and even overshadowed Qiao Heng's words at that moment.

He suddenly changed his words and said calmly and slowly, "I am indeed not. This short sentence is heavier and more indifferent than any words.

Because he is indeed not, for the king of the south, he is just a lonely ghost who occupies the body of the prince.

There was a touch of despair in King Nan's eyes.

Without any warning, the noise that kept hovering in Qiao Heng's mind appeared again this morning, fortunately, he was sitting now, if he was standing just now, he might have been hit to his knees by this sharp and harsh sound.

Outside the palace, Wang An guarded the door, and a little eunuch flattered him to bring him a hand stove.

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the little eunuch, took the stove, and smiled at him with pretense of kindness.

The snow fell like this, and it was estimated that many people's houses outside the city would be crushed, and after a while, maybe a minister would come to the emperor. Wang An figured out that the emperor and the person who came with Ye Guhong would have to talk for a long time, and then he would need to block people back for the emperor, and those ministers would scold themselves for being traitors, anyway, he didn't point to these people to live.

At this time, Wang An heard a burst of angry scolding from the hall, and his voice was fierce and cold.

This voice sounded a little familiar to Wang An.

The stove fell to the ground with a thud.

King of the South?!

Inside the temple.

Nanwang's gaze was colder than the wind and snow outside.

He was defeated by the first emperor, and now by his own nephew.

No matter how much he insulted, the young man sitting upright ignored his words.

King Nan reluctantly regained his apparent calm, his eyes were like knives, and he said clearly: "Win the king and defeat the king, but is it interesting to play with people? In this kind of bad taste, you are really as disgusting as the first emperor." Or is it that the ministers of the court are incompetent, and only with the cooperation of the officials of the Pingnan royal palace can the decree be implemented?"

Nanwang was wearing an indigo embroidered red-crowned white crane pattern, and Qiao Heng saw that the color on this dress seemed to be receding as if the tide was receding, and gradually faded into black and white tones. The orange flames dancing on the lampstand on the side also turned into a cold gray. Everywhere you look, there are no more brilliant colors.

Qiao Heng was stunned.

However, in the next moment, the black and white world returned to its proper colors.

King Nan hated Qiao Heng, who was exactly the same as the first emperor, with no oil and salt, and no one else said anything moved.

"If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, I will wait. Nanwang continued, "No, I won't give you a chance. ”

He turned, opened the door, and strode away.

Qiao Heng, who was accustomed to being moody in front of the courtiers, heard these two words from King Nan, which made him lose his apparent calm.

Since he ascended the throne, he began to prepare for the retreat of the king of the south, whether he was far away from overseas or stayed in the Central Plains, he left a back hand.

He could have recited "I don't care if it floods after I die", and walked away after death without a cloud, but he didn't, he seriously planned for the future of King Nan.

- And you think I'm going to kill you?!

Qiao Heng laughed alone.

He flicked his sleeve, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

When Wang An walked into the palace, he saw the emperor sitting there motionless.

"Your Majesty?" Wang An called hesitantly.

The moment the emperor looked at him, that look made him shudder.

It was a pair of eyes without any emotion.

However, when he looked closely, the emperor no longer looked at him.

The water in the teacup has long been cold.

Qiao Heng's face was faintly reflected on the surface of the water, a face that belonged to both the emperor and the prince of Nanwang.

But he is not the emperor, nor is he the prince of the Southern Wang.

He enjoyed the respect and worship of the people, but they did not respect himself, nor did he respect himself, he just put on another mask in addition to it.

When he thought that he was supported and loved, and even he himself was convinced of it, someone finally singled it out and exposed the illusion and poured cold water on him.

He's a complete liar, and the others are blind and blind!!

"Wang An. ”

Wang An heard the emperor call his name, and walked forward quickly: "Your Majesty." ”

"Let the people who practice the medical canon and martial arts over there in Wenyuan Pavilion and Ming Yi Pavilion speed up for me. ”

……

The winter days of the year seemed to be extraordinarily long.

The snow has been falling non-stop since the beginning of winter, and before the last snow melted, another new snow fell, and even Guangxi fell for half a month.

After a long time in spring, the land that had been frozen for a whole winter finally showed signs of melting snow and ice.

The maid walked up to the emperor and made another ahhhh

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the emperor stood in front of the window, listening to the clatter of snow dripping from under the eaves. This year's snow is really heavy, I don't know if the snow disaster in various places is serious, and when the snow completely melts, there will probably be many places to break the embankment.

Then he thought about it, what is the use of all this thinking now? He is now just a deposed emperor who has been imprisoned, and it is useless to think about this.

Thinking like this, the maid looked at him again.

He said, "Don't rush, I know it's time to go to bed." ”

He thought bitterly, he could now tell exactly what the other party meant from her.

Of course, even if he misunderstood what she meant...... She couldn't speak anyway, and she couldn't correct herself.

The emperor went to bed and lay down on his back, his eyes open, not knowing what he was looking at. After a moment, he sighed, and then closed his eyes.

With the sound of falling water, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the emperor opened his eyes and looked in a trance.

The curtain of the bed that hung from above looked so familiar, and he sat up, the furnishings of the room even more familiar.

It wasn't anywhere else, it was his bedchamber.

Looking from his direction to the other side of the room, he saw an equally familiar figure, sitting at the desk reading something.

The other party seemed to hear the movement of his awakening, put down the book in his hand, and looked sideways.

"Awake?"

The Emperor suddenly felt that his throat was a little hoarse.

He thought that he had accepted his fate, but he didn't expect to find out at this time that there was no at all. The long-suppressed anger rekindled in his heart, he jumped out of bed, what reason, what people are swords, what I am fish and meat, he has left behind, he just wants to punch the other party hard, pull the other party's collar, and ask why again.

However, he almost fell to the ground when his feet hit the ground, and he sat down again, and looked down to see that there was an extra chain between his feet.

"Yes, great!"

Qiao Heng didn't step forward to help him, he lowered his head and coughed lightly a few times, and then said, "Brother Huang, do you remember what I said that day?"

The emperor closed his eyes fiercely, and he was silent for a while before he opened them and said, "I remember." ”

"I wonder if my brother still believes me?"

The emperor did not speak, just did not look at him.

Qiao Heng clapped his hand and said, "Wang An." ”

Wang An walked in with a tray.

Qiao Heng said, "Give it to him." ”

Wang An bowed his head.

The emperor thought to himself, it has finally come.

Wang An walked over step by step, and the emperor couldn't see what was on the tray. It shouldn't be a wine, maybe a dagger.

But when Wang An got closer, he realized that he was wrong.

On the tray was a note and a key.

The emperor glanced at Qiao Heng, and then picked up the letter.

When he saw the name of the person who wrote the book, he frowned, how could it be the Zuo Changshi of the Pingnan Palace.

When the emperor picked up the song, Qiao Heng turned around again and picked up the book that he hadn't finished reading before, in fact, this was another volume of martial arts scriptures sorted out by Wenyuan Pavilion. He touched every line with his hand, not missing a word, repeating the action every time he turned the page.

The emperor glanced up at Qiao Heng, noticed his action, and a sense of disobedience came to his mind.

He took a deep breath and opened the note in his hand.

Immediately, his gaze fixed on the sentence in the letter, "...... Fu Jian killed himself, Pingnan Wang".

This is actually the funeral report of King Pingnan!

He jerked to his feet.

Qiao Heng didn't look at the emperor, he didn't seem to feel the emperor's shock and disbelief at all, and said calmly: "If the imperial brother is worried that after I leave, there will still be the power of the Pingnan Mansion in the court, you can rest assured now." ”

Emperor: "...... Is this true?"

Wang An smiled and said, "How can this be fake. ”

The emperor pushed Wang An's old goods away.

"There's no room for you to interject here!"

Ignoring the chains on his feet, he walked to Qiao Heng's side.

The emperor pinched the song and looked at Qiao Heng without blinking, "This is what you made you do?!"

The son kills the father!

Cousin, he didn't understand what that meant!

He was shocked and angry.

Qiao Heng: "It turns out that my brother thinks of me like this, and my brother also thinks that I will kill King Pingnan?"

Of course, the emperor noticed that he did not call King Nan his father, but directly called King Nan by the title of King Nan in an extremely unfamiliar manner.

"Is it you?"

"I've done a lot of things, but I don't know what my brother is talking about. Anyway, you and my brother are reunited after a long absence, so why bother to discuss these unhappy things. Qiao Heng said, "I wanted to meet for the first time in Peach Blossom Castle earlier, but until today, you and I have never sat down and chatted properly." I have asked Wang An to prepare a drink, you and I might as well sit down and have a drink, for my brother has been looking forward to this day for a long time. ”

On the low table next to it are two small and delicate carmine wine cups, which contain a clear and transparent liquid. Without waiting for the emperor to say anything, Qiao Heng had already taken the lead in walking over.

The Emperor's fingers slowly loosened, and Soshu fell from his hand to the ground. He said, "Brother, do you just know, I suddenly feel like I've probably never understood you." ”

Qiao Heng didn't answer, and he didn't have anything to say.

He looked at the two glasses on the low table and said, "Brother, pick one." ”

The emperor noticed that something was wrong, and said that he was drinking, but why were there only two small wine cups with wine on the low table, but there was no trace of the wine jugs? He had taken great pains to prepare wine in advance, just for the sake of this wine that was only enough to drink one sip? This "small drink" was really just a cup!

"Brother, tell me what's in here. ”

Qiao Heng said as usual: "One is wine, and the other is poisonous wine." It's all wine, and it doesn't stop you and me from drinking. After saying that, he couldn't help but cough again.

The Emperor said, "What if I don't choose any of them?"

Qiao Heng said lightly: "Brother Huang always has to think more about your daughter." ”

The Emperor looked at him steadily, then leaned over and opened the chains at his feet with the key he had just taken from the tray. He walked over and reached for a wine cup.

"What are you doing this for?"

Qiao Heng said: "It's nothing, it's all in the end, I just want to see if it's your bad luck or mine." ”

He picked up another wine cup.

This answer was ridiculous, but the emperor couldn't laugh.

Qiao Heng lowered his head slightly, and the rouge-colored wine cup made his lips have a sickly red.

"Okay, since you want to gamble, I'll accompany you for my brother. ”

One of them sat and the other stood, but at the same time they drank the wine from the wine cup in their mouths.

The Emperor looked at the rouge cup, which was already empty, without a drop of wine, and then put it back on the low table.

In the dead silence, he heard Qiao Heng say, "Brother Huang, I'm a little sleepy. ”

“…… I slept first. ”

The emperor said, "Brother ......"

Then he heard another cup tumble from the other's hand, whirling on the ground and trembling slightly.

He stared ahead, not daring to look down.

He is the emperor, and the emperor cannot show weakness to others, but there is still an extra line of water in the corner of his eye.

The author has something to say: this volume over, whether there is an extra fan or not, I haven't thought about it for the time being

The change map continued to traverse ╰(*′)'*)╯

ps: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry QAQ said yes on Saturday.,The result overestimated my hand speed.,It's almost 24 o'clock after 10,000 words.,When I just caught insects, I actually fell asleep directly.。 Wow, procrastination has only changed until now

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