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Zhao Ji squinted weakly, looking embarrassed, Zhao seemed to have inadvertently faced that face, and was busy bandaging it, paused, and said: "It's me who should be embarrassed." Nowadays, I feel guilty in front of many people, it turns out that many of the original plans were not what I wanted, and now everything is also caused by me. Brother Huang, Da Nian, and Ah Li are my only relatives, Brother Huang, are you still willing to recognize my brother?"

Zhao Ji supported the last trace of strength and smiled lightly: "You, what stupid words, I always hope that you are still alive, Danian is too honest and doesn't know how to let me, as an emperor, my favorite Keju can't compare to him, without your bad skills, who will set off my excellence? I miss the time when you were a bow......"

"What do you mean...... Zhao Ru had a pair of dead fish eyes and a speechless smile, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he couldn't kick his brother when he was a child, was ridiculed by his brother, and was kicked by his brother as a juju. Plus a bunch of black lines, he had a chill: he was embarrassed to remember it clearly until now......

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moonlight shone obliquely on the forest, reflecting his side face. The rain god on the side had already gone back to sleep, and the wind god waved his sleeves casually before leaving, and an untimely wind swept across his cheeks, which awakened his memories, and he couldn't help but recall the snowy night nine years ago, and the memories drifted with the cold wind to nine years ago.

Looking back, it all feels like a dream.

When the white plums first bloom, the snow is already thick all over Tokyo, and the quiet night is made warm by the flickering candles of countless houses along the roadside. The snowflakes fell quietly, only two children who were not afraid of the cold were still chasing and beating, and the sound of laughter echoed in the evening breeze.

"Zhao Ji, you scoundrel will accompany me to build a snowball! You are not allowed to go back to the palace today!"

"You know a bird, the value of the ball is to be kicked!~Ahhh

So the two of them threw snowballs at each other quickly, and the battle lasted for half an hour......

The memories dissipated with the white breath exhaled by the tired two, the long eyelashes drooped with the eyelids, and his eyes were dim for a while: "Brother Chen also misses that time, ...... that time"

"Fortunately, you and I are all right. Zhao Ji tried his best to widen his eyes, a light flashed in his crystal eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he quickly stretched, and he smiled with satisfaction when he wanted to speak. When he closed his mouth, although he closed his eyes, the smile did not fade away, and it was very peaceful.

"Brother Huang......" Zhao Lingsui was stunned aside, tears welled up again, he threw himself on the imperial brother at a loss, and his heart was broken: "Brother Huang!!"

"The imperial brother is not dead!" Zhao seemed to hurriedly pull up Zhao Lingsui and comforted: "The imperial brother just lost too much blood, you quickly carry him back with me and call a few imperial doctors to assist me, I guarantee with my life, he will not die!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Lingwan hurriedly helped Zhao Ji up, and Zhao seemed to be holding Zhao Ji's other arm.

On the way back to the palace, Zhao seemed to think about a lot of things, about the Yin Soul Sect, about the imperial brother, about Ah Li......

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that Zhao Ji slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

"Your Majesty is awake! Your Majesty is awake!" The people of the first palace were overjoyed to tell Zhao Lingsui the news as soon as possible, Zhao Lingsui was busy with some things, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief after worrying all day, and there was another burst of surprise: "Great, everything is the same as before again, with the personality of the imperial brother, he will appear in the court tomorrow no matter what, and he is still the Ming Jun." ”

Unexpectedly, there was no movement the next day, and Zhao Lingsui stared at his eyes and was puzzled: this is impossible...... Thinking that something might have happened to the imperial brother again, he was nervous for a while, and hurried to the Xuanshu Palace.

In the Xuanshu Palace, Zhao Ji sat quietly on the bed, his eyes staring straight at the hands holding the quilt, looking nervous, and gasping from time to time.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang, what's wrong with you!" Zhao Lingsui rushed over with a panicked face, Zhao Ji was startled when he saw this, and his trembling hands hurriedly pulled over the quilt and covered his head fiercely: "I'm going to sleep!"

"Bold!" In addition to being angry, Zhao Ji really didn't know what to use to hide his complicated feelings, but the panic in his heart was not reduced.

Zhao Lingyu grabbed his trembling hand violently, and there was a tingling pain in his heart: "Brother Huang, calm down! I know that you are very sober now, what are you still afraid of?"

Zhao Ji wanted to speak and stopped, the farther his dim gaze shifted, the more distressed Zhao Lingsui became, and approached the emperor's face: "Why don't you dare to look at my face? Why...... Don't dare to look at the courtier's face? What is the imperial brother running away from? Is he haunted by what he did a few days ago?"

Zhao Ji wanted to speak again and stopped, he was short of breath and grabbed the quilt again, his eyes wandered, Zhao Lingsui could see that he was gritting his teeth, and put his hands on his trembling shoulders: "Brother Huang, don't be like this, the deceased is gone, those who come can be chased, what the imperial brother should do is not to blame himself like this, torture himself, the imperial brother should go to face the courtiers and be the former Ming Jun!"

"I am a faint monarch...... Zhao Ji finally calmed down, but his heart was like ashes, and every word seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

"Brother Huang, you're here again!" Zhao Lingsui clenched his cold hands, thinking about how to persuade him.

Zhao Ji continued: "It's really a shame for the face of the Great Song Dynasty...... Zhao Lingsui was about to refute, but unexpectedly, Zhao Ji shook off his hand fiercely and lowered his head to hide his face: "I am really ridiculous, I have shown the courtiers a big joke......

"Brother Huang!" Zhao Lingsui was stunned and took down Zhao Ji's hands, and said loudly: "It is not the sick person who really shames the ancestors, but the coward!"

Zhao Ji's heart was shocked, he raised his head to meet Zhao Lingsui's serious eyes, and wanted to shrink again, but unexpectedly, a woman came in with soup. Zhao Ji was overshadowed when he looked at the woman, his dull eyes seemed to be frozen, and his lips were slightly opened but finally closed.

Zhao Lingsui turned around, and was a little startled in his heart: "You are!"

At that moment, he couldn't help but flash the scene of the imperial brother pulling the palace maid into the dormitory, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Her name is Su Hongye, and she was ...... a while ago When she was sick, she was named a concubine. Zhao Ji's voice was very low, and the atmosphere was almost suffocating.

Zhao Lingsui became more and more unsure of how to react, silently walked to the door of the hall, and said lightly: "Brother Chen, retire first, and I won't disturb the two." ”

“…… Well. Zhao Ji nodded lightly, and Zhao Lingsui left.

Hongye hurriedly approached Zhao Ji: "Your Majesty, the concubine knows that Your Majesty is unwell, so she boiled the decoction, Your Majesty drank it while it was hot, right?" Seeing that Zhao Ji did not react at all, he said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the concubine has been in the palace since she was a child, knows some things about Your Majesty, and admires Your Majesty very much, but that day...... His Majesty was too sudden, and the concubine panicked. The concubine does not hate Your Majesty, Your Majesty is a Ming Jun, and the concubine also hopes that Your Majesty can cheer up as soon as possible. ”

Zhao Ji didn't dare to face the big year, let alone face the red leaves, the red leaves made him even more panicked, and he struggled out of control, "pop!", and the decoction was knocked to the ground......