Chapter 62 Promise to the Son of Heaven

Unlike the Forbidden City, the Huayi Empire also has an imperial palace with a real dragon, which is not allowed to be entered.

Not only did they not let people in, but they were guarded layer by layer, and the defense was impenetrable.

Constitutional monarchy, capitalism, vast territory, big forests, all kinds of birds. political parties, enemy countries, ********, and the intrigue between the aristocracy......

I called the old man Hong before, the old man is no longer the royal doctor, he has returned to his hometown for so many years, and now he wants to enter the imperial hospital in the palace again, it is necessary to apply for a report, and it is necessary to check and verify his identity.

Bai An remembered the private family documents he had read, his eyes trembled, and he slowly fell silent, and sighed silently.

It is conceivable that since the establishment of Huayi, there will be many assassinations suffered by members of the royal family in the past dynasties.

The real ones are countless.

Not to mention anything else, Huayihuang's surname is Ji, and now this generation of the Son of Heaven is called Chengyi, but now, this Chengyi Son of Heaven is nearly seventy years old.

Some things, deliberately buried by the high-level, have become taboo, and those bloody pains and shocks have gradually become dusty.

Chengyi's life can be described as ups and downs.

In the secret history recorded on the paper of the Bai family, some things that are now ignored by the public are clearly written, for example, few people remember that the sixty-nine-year-old Chengyi Tianzi was actually the youngest prince of the royal family.

And in front of him, there were originally three brothers.

Sixty years ago, Ji Yucheng, the crown prince of Huayi, was assassinated on the way to visit abroad, and the whole country was shocked.

Fifty-six years ago, Hua Yi's most promising successor to the crown prince's third prince Ji Yuli's plane crashed, the whole passenger plane crashed into the sea, the black box was mysteriously lost, and the bones of more than 50 passengers on the plane were gone.

Fifty years ago, Ji Yuwen, the son of Jianwen, died of a sudden illness, because he did not leave an heir, his brother and his brother, and Ji Yumo, the nineteen-year-old little prince, was temporarily ordered to succeed to the throne like a duck.

Promise, the reason for his title is to inherit the will of the three brothers and pass on Huayi.

At this point, it would be naïve to think that this is the end.

The life after the Son of Heaven is what makes it worse.

Forty-five years ago, the emperor was six months pregnant outside the palace assassination, although the mob failed, but the emperor was frightened, fell ill that day, struggled for more than ten days and did not survive, and finally died twice.

Thirty-seven years ago, the Son of Heaven remarried, and two years later, the new emperor successfully gave birth to a pair of twins, but although the two princes were both smart, the second son was weak since he was a child, his resistance was low, and he suffered from minor illnesses.

In the next five years, the emperor gave birth to a princess and a prince, but the youngest prince died at the age of one for unknown reasons.

The children of the Ji family undoubtedly grew up in the danger of blood, tears and sadness.

When Bai An looked at the personal history of the Son of Heaven, he was full of sympathy, but also had a strange sense of comfort...... It turned out that he was not the one who had the hardest life.

Look at these indescribably expensive golden branches and jade leaves, tsk, they are much worse than him, and it is also thanks to the fact that several princesses and princes are excellent and polite in TV reports, and they have not been raised crookedly in that oppressive environment.

You must know that this palace wall is not only an umbrella against external threats, but also a cage that imprisons the royal family......

He remembered how strict the travel restrictions were for the children of the royal family.

Bai An sighed for a while, then put down these too distant brain thoughts, and slowly walked around the palace wall for a morning, saw some exquisite buildings, trees and flowers, walked through some lanes and streets, customs and courtyards, tasted a lot of snacks, and his eyes were dizzying.

Looking at the map, I found that I hadn't finished half of it.

At this time, he was sitting on a rather ancient teahouse, surrounded by carved hook railings, there were few buildings too high in the entire capital, Bai An sat here, and when he raised his eyes, it was a vast blue sky.

He lazily raised his hand, covered his eyes, and looked at the palace wall not far away, stretching endlessly.

This cage is really big enough.

The seat is a simple private room with a bamboo curtain, Bai An's hat is quietly put aside, drink Biluochun, and hide two of the store's signature refreshments and fruits, the stomach is not so empty, this bias is the afternoon time, the sun is slightly oblique down, hot, but another lump of harmony, taste a sip of afternoon tea, very comfortable.

Bai An obviously thought so, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, a pair of good-looking eyes squinted slightly, eyelashes slightly curled, and the pupils were full of relaxed light.

Loosely brushed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the bluestone slab downstairs. A girl in a sweatshirt walked out of the corner, her black trousers rolled up, revealing her fair calves with beautiful lines, she carried a bucket of water, step by step wet marks, stepping on the bluestone slab, it was a crisp snapping sound.

The girl lowered her head, her black hair hung down, she couldn't see her face clearly, and the posture of carrying the bucket could make it easy for people to see her struggle, but even if she was struggling, her back did her best to keep it straight, which was a very stubborn posture.

Behind her, the ivy climbed all over the gray stone wall, the cold silver gray and the sinuous green were intertwined, and when the sun shone, half of the shadows precipitated, and it looked like the years were quiet.

Bai An's eyes moved, unexpectedly, and he looked a little distracted.

It wasn't until the girl walked away and turned into another street that he slowly withdrew his gaze and swept over the wet footprints of the bluestone slab, and then he came back to his senses in a slight trance.

Subconsciously took a sip of tea, with a slightly bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, some inexplicable premonitions floated in his heart, no curiosity, no surprise, just a feeling that he and that girl would meet again in the future.

This thing is mysterious, even he himself is a little ridiculous, there are enough magic sticks.

When they meet again, no, it should be said that when they really meet people, he will have to say: Girl, we are destined.

- He saw people's faces at all, but that stubborn appearance left a deep impression on him, and according to his memory, it is estimated that he will not forget it for a long, long time.

He smiled and shook his head, casually picked up the tea fruits in the blue and white disk, stuffed them into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and chewed childishly, the fragrance of bamboo industry was wrapped in the fragrance of glutinous rice, melted in his mouth, stuck to the taste buds, sweet but not greasy.

Bai Da Foodie squinted his eyes with satisfaction, turned a chair contentedly, and let the sun stab his body slightly, and suddenly felt that he was quite fated with the Imperial City of Huangjing.

Well, it's all fate.

PS: That girl is not the heroine, not the heroine, not the heroine, the important thing said three times, the table is excited.