Chapter 175

That was a long, long time ago, when the first emperor was critically ill and there was turmoil in the court, just because there was still no candidate for the throne. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info After the first prince was deposed, he was in a slump, and the younger brother of his mother's compatriot, the third prince, was outstanding, but it was a pity that only talent and learning were useless, and most of the connections in the court were in the hands of the six princes. And today's new emperor, the original thirteen princes, is as his name suggests. He's just a little-known junior, with mediocre qualifications and mediocre qualifications. No one would have thought that such an unknown boy would become the son of heaven. It's like no one would have thought that three days after the death of the Son of Heaven, he would come back from the dead and personally crown his son, who had never looked at him much before his death.

It is said that the thirteen princes were unknown at the beginning, and all of them were mediocre, and they did not have any connections in the court. His biological mother was just the concubine of an ordinary merchant family, and she stuffed a lot of silver taels before she was chosen by the emperor in a flop. And then...... And then there will be no then. It wasn't until he gave birth to the thirteenth prince Li Yi that the emperor remembered that he seemed to have slept with that person, and gave some rewards, that's all. Too many sons, that's such a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Li Yi was mediocre in all aspects, and he had to keep a low profile, so he lived to the age of sixteen so carefully. is also because he is too ordinary, when the emperor is terminally ill and the court is in turmoil, especially when the third prince and the sixth prince are dying and implicated many innocent people, he can also protect himself. The third prince has a perverse personality, is violent, and acts extremely ruthlessly, even though he is scheming, he has also made countless enemies in the court. On the other hand, the six princes, who are cultivating plank roads in the bright and dark in the dark, are extremely smooth in their manners, and have unconsciously accumulated their own contacts.

At the last moment, it seems that it is clear who wins and who loses. And the last chess piece fell into the hands of the eighth prince, Li Shimin. The first emperor was seriously ill in his later years, and when he was terminally ill, Li Shimin had always been around for him, compared with the six princes, he was more civil and military in the Manchu Dynasty, and they were all confidants. If the third prince wants to break back a game, he has to turn to Li Shimin for help. All of a sudden, everyone was waiting for Li Shimin to fall, whether it was black or white, and they could stand in line as soon as possible.

However, Li Shimin was ambiguous, with a high book on his face, "It's none of my business, hang high." After such a delay, it dragged on until the death of the first emperor, and the incident happened suddenly, and the first emperor didn't even have time to draft an edict. The throne was vacant, and Li Shimin was in charge of the dynasty on his behalf, and it was like this that everyone understood the attitude of the eight princes. It's a dog. He's going to take his place!

It was the people who were so panicked for three days, and then they were slapped in the face. No one thought that the first emperor, whose bones were cold, would wake up on the third day after his death. The adults they saw with their own eyes were all important ministers of the court, and they still remembered that day when it was rainy and cloudy, the dark clouds above the palace were like rotting corpses, and the black pressure was so overwhelming that Li Shimin gathered everyone into a room.

Well, the purpose is obvious, that is, to confirm the usurpation. The faces of the three princes were covered with dark clouds, and even the eyes of the six princes, who were usually gentle and elegant, were chills that could not be concealed. Everyone whispered, no one paid attention to the ordinary young man in the corner, and naturally no one expected that the thin young man would be the future son of heaven, under one person, above ten thousand.

It wasn't until in the curling green smoke that the first emperor's face slowly revealed from the hazy vision, and it was much more majestic than the past few years of his illness, with a terrifying shudder, and the room was filled with the sound of gasps one after another. Then there sounded such an old voice, even after the vicissitudes of life, but still no one can resist the majesty, such a first emperor, let everyone think of his heyday, is like this, dominant, worshiped by thousands of people, everyone is stupid.

So when everyone was stunned, the first emperor actually gave the throne to his thirteenth son. Thirteen thirteen, sure enough, thirteen. In a dizzying blue haze, Bai Zhan, who was named by his father for the first time, obviously did not react, and approached in a daze, not yet recovering from the fear of the resurrection of a dead man, but the first emperor personally handed over the jade seal to his hands.

At that time, all he felt was that his mind was blank and groggy, and he wanted to say something. But his voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, and as soon as he came out, he let out a sharp scream that he hadn't expected, and then fell asleep. The high fever lasted for three days and three nights, if it was a weekday, I was afraid that no one would be too lazy to care about the life or death of this nominal thirteen masters, but now it is different from the past, the imperial doctors went in and out, but they all shook their heads and sighed, only saying that the new emperor would not be able to survive this day.

At this time, he fell ill, and the streets and alleys were talking about how the thirteenth master was too squeamish and couldn't do big things, otherwise how could he die well, but he would die of illness at this time. This matter still ended with Xiao Yao entering the palace. On the second day after he entered the palace, Li Yi recovered from his serious illness and was refreshed. On this day, it was also the day of the first emperor's burial, and the new emperor, who had been ill for three days, finally reacted, not only was he about to miss his enthronement ceremony, but even almost missed such a major day as the funeral of his father.

If you don't know that you are just a puppet of his Eighth Emperor Uncle, then you are really hopelessly stupid. Indeed, among the emperor's sons, there is no second one who is as mediocre and powerful as him. Who made his mother's maiden family just an ordinary merchant eunuch's family, and it was still a dilapidated family that was extremely depressed and still didn't know where to survive. It's all like this, if you don't be the cornerstone of a person, and if you don't be the cannon fodder for Li Shimin's position, Bai Zhan himself feels sorry for his identity. Since ancient times, the emperor's family has been ill-intentioned, especially Li Shimin, who is so thoughtful, can be as far away as he can, and will never get close.

Ah Luo was still thinking about Gu Yan and Wei Ting's past, but his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but those eyes suddenly became sharp, he seemed to have forgotten that the one who knew about this matter back then and is now alive seems to have another person besides himself and Gu Yan, as for that person......

Just as Ah Luo thought, because at this moment, Xiao Yao really told Bai Qing everything about it, when his grandfather went out of the Valley of the Wicked to Kyoto, Xiao Yao was playful, and he also went with his own grandfather, although he was still young at the time, but what happened, he also knew it clearly, including everything that happened later, that is, after so many years, he did not forget, now he looked at Bai Qing so curious, and he also asked her, that is, as a return to the favor, he told Bai Qing about this matter 1510怂

When Bai Qing listened to Xiao Yao talking about this matter as if she was talking about a good show, she showed a very frightened look on her face, she had always felt that Ah Luo was very perverted, and now it seems that this matter is also very inseparable from Ah Luo, and it is really so......

Xiao Yao sneered when he heard this, "Coming back from the dead, and not a Daluo Immortal, who has the ability?" In fact, Bai Qing really wanted to say that he, your Xiao family, was not in the name of living people and not doctors, why did he say such a thing at this time, wasn't that a slap in the face, but after thinking about it, Bai Qing still kept her mouth shut, after all, she still had to listen to Xiao Yao tell the end of this matter.

At that time, dozens of incense sticks were lit in the rooms where the ministers and princes were located, and those people were already drowsy, and those ventriloquists were fake and real, and everyone really believed in this absurd play. "Unexpectedly...... Bai Qing was really unbelievable, no wonder Gu Yan was a blockbuster at the beginning, and the scenery was infinite. "But this is a capital crime!" Bai Qing is not mentally retarded, "Li Shimin used them to confirm his conspiracy, can these people still live?" No matter how outstanding Gu Yan's painting skills are, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape, thinking that he has only broken a hand now, Bai Qing suddenly felt that Gu Yan was very lucky. Naturally, it can't. Xiao Yao still remembered that day Gu Yan knelt in front of his eyes, his gaze was bleak and cold, lost his soul, and he did not have the spirit of painting on weekdays, his originally enviable right hand and arm were empty at this time, and blood flowed like an infusion.

And Ah Luo smiled, the long sword in his hand was still bleeding, he squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly, and looked at Gu Yan, "I told you to not survive, you can't die, okay?" Gu Yan was silent, his eyes were sloppy, and only a piece of coldness remained. The sword in Arlo's hand provoked his sharp, angular chin, "I'll leave your left hand...... You remember, Wei Ting's bones are gone, and Benjun not only saved your life, but also let you paint for Benjun alone from now on......" Gu Yan was stunned, as if his soul had been drained, and he kowtowed to obey his orders.

This is what Xiao Yao said to Bai Qing, because he hurried to the scene and saw the picture of A Luo cutting off Gu Yan's right hand, but he didn't know what the three of them had experienced before.

And in fact......

Before Gu Yan entered the palace, he was just an unknown painter, if he said Bole, it was naturally Wei Ting. Wei Ting's ability is because of his unmatched ventriloquist and follows Arlo. This was something Bai Qing didn't expect.

Before Gu Yan met Wei Ting, he was still a poor and down-and-out painter, and his life was not much better than now, when he sold paintings on the street as usual, and as always, he did not sell a single one. Touching the few copper plates left in his arms, Gu Yan sighed lightly and shook his head, thinking that he didn't know how long this day of making ends meet and not having enough to eat lasted. After simply cleaning up the shop, he was about to go back, but he didn't want to meet Wei Ting by chance.

That was the first time Gu Yan saw Wei Ting, but he saw his haggard face in his surprised eyes, but Wei Ting seemed to be unable to put down his paintings/love/love, and he heard Wei Ting say to himself, "You shouldn't belong here." Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the tip of his nose was sour, just because no one had said a word to himself for a long time. Almost without hesitation, he followed Wei Ting into the palace, and under his recommendation, he naturally rose to prominence, because of his amazing painting skills, he was deeply appreciated by the emperor, and was sought after by the concubines in the palace.

It's just that Gu Yan's high in his bones makes him turn a blind eye to all this, and what he wants has never been these. It's the boy's gaze. Since entering the palace, Gu Yan has been looking forward to meeting Wei Ting again. But he really left him behind, until he became the emperor's favorite, and he did not see the person who thought about him day and night, and because of this, he became more and more silent, and what outsiders saw was a lonely and cold.

Until he saw Wei Ting again, he gave him the long-cherished picture scroll like a treasure, his cheeks were crimson, full of emotion, but he couldn't speak, he was never a good talker. However, he didn't know that Wei Ting was very smart. Gu Yan, the new painter of the palace, has excellent painting skills, and is even the object of competition among the concubines and princes. is such a man in the limelight, but he has a unique quirk, he never paints portraits of men.

Wei Ting has rarely set foot in the palace recently, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know everything in this palace, and he is naturally curious about Gu Yan in his discerning eyes at the beginning. It turned out to be myself. Wei Ting was surprised at first, but for a moment, he looked as usual.

He is good at ventriloquism and first-class acting skills, so he naturally saw Gu Yan's thoughts, but he only smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, "Gu Yan, I know your thoughts." His smile became thicker and thicker, slowly approaching, looking at him playfully, his lips were almost close to Gu Yan's thin two lip flaps, his fingertips traced the appearance of these lips, thinking that the kiss would be fragrant, his eyes showed a flamboyant look, he said, "Gu Yan, you are like this, I am very happy." Since then, Gu Yan has become more and more determined, he never paints for other men, just because those emperors and generals, or the children of the Zhu Sect, have never been able to get into his eyes, he probably really loves Wei Ting.

But what about Wei Ting, like most people in the Valley of the Wicked, who had been with Arlo for many years. He is thoughtful, ruthless, and good at disguise, since Gu Yan is interested in himself, it is his best chess piece. At that time, A Luo and Bai Qing planned an unprecedented earth-shattering conspiracy, which was the case of the resurrection of the first emperor from the dead. It wasn't until later that it was imminent, but there was still a lack of a fake emperor, not that he didn't think about finding a person similar to this emperor, but after all, the Ninety-Five Honor, not to mention the similar face, is this innate majesty, it is difficult to find a second person. And what no one can do, no one has thought of it, but Gu Yan can draw it. (To be continued.) )