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When the heavy roofs and cornices were covered with snow, and the whole palace seemed to be buried in a silent deep dream, King Chen stretched out his hand and took a piece of snow, the snow was light and white, but it quickly turned into a drop of crystal water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the square in front of the Zichen Palace, the white jade stone road leading straight to the Taiji Hall was swept and swept, and the imperial medicine slaves hurriedly bowed their heads along the wind and rain corridor.

For some reason, King Chen suddenly remembered a very long past, when he was still young, and he had only returned from Jinhua not long ago, and he was also standing outside the Zichen Hall like this, listening to the ministers in the hall arguing, they were arguing about what his title should be. The first emperor sealed him to Qin'an, and then left an edict, Chen as his fief, Chen bordered Jinhua and Wurong, since the establishment of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, and Jinhua large and small dozens of battles, Chen has always been as the Eastern Wei defense and buffer of the important place.

The ministers were very apprehensive about enclosing such an important and chaotic place to a young prince who was only ten years old, but the emperor had no objection, and at that time he was full of feelings that he could not even express himself, and among these indescribable feelings, disgust was the majority, and he did not care where he was sealed, but more concerned about whether he knew the secret that his mother would not tell until her death.

The first conversation between father and son ended in the horror and trembling of King Chen, and the emperor even began to laugh at himself, such a cowardly and humble son, if it weren't for the secret hidden by Concubine Xian and Cumulus Library, he would have been too wasteful to send killers to deal with him. But after seeing this incompetent and cowardly ten-year-old child, he let down his guard, so be it, King Chen was sealed by the first emperor, and he couldn't dispose of him openly and honestly for the sake of filial piety that could not be talked about. At that time, the emperor was already a little anxious between the border chaos and the powerful ministers, and he had no extra energy to deal with a child.

For more than 20 years, he could only feel his father's emotions of hatred and disgust, the root of which came from his mother, he still did not know what a man hated a woman so much, and even after her death, he kept throwing stigma on her, and he didn't even mind messing up his life.

Where did such a deep hatred come from, and what did it come from?

No one can say clearly, even if he has clever means, but he can't find out people's hearts, he has wisdom, but he still can't guess.

In the distance, there was a long cry of a crow breaking through the air, but it was quickly drowned in the wind, King Chen's tightly locked brows seemed to loosen a little, he had been in the palace for two days, everything in the Zichen Hall had not changed much, but outside the palace, there were already several undercurrents that began to surge.

At night, King Chen still knelt on the side of the dragon collapse as before, and the imperial doctors retreated after asking for pulse, and then argued quietly and fiercely in the side hall, such an argument actually did not have much meaning, but the argument was very necessary, if the emperor could not afford to be ill, or died, they would also be affected, and even be buried. Everyone wants to come up with what they think is the most appropriate way to heal, among this group of red-faced imperial doctors, only one person sits quietly in the corner, his surname is Jin, but the seven-grade doctor, there is no room for speech here, but he can handle the medicine, he also feels that such an argument has no meaning, no matter what medicine these so-called respected famous doctors prescribe, in the end the emperor drank the prescription that did not come from their pen.

The waiter who served the medicine brought the freshly boiled decoction, and the smell was sour and bitter with a little burnt, presumably the five flavors were mixed.

King Chen has always been extremely respectful, his face is calm, even the projection of the lamp and candle has not moved on his face, and his facial features seem to be as deep as a knife carving.

The emperor drank the decoction that had not been touched by King Chen, it may have been too bitter, he couldn't help frowning, and then saw King Chen kneeling diagonally opposite him, his eyebrows were lowered, he seemed to be obedient, he couldn't see what he really thought in his heart, people could only glance at his long eyebrows and sideburns, and the corners of his lips drooped slightly, this face and expression were too familiar to the emperor, so familiar that a kind of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

"Smack-" The medicine bowl fell on King Chen's kneeling knee, and the medicine splashed his robe with a dark brown color.

King Chen lowered his head slightly, still silent.

"Everybody, get out of here—" said the Emperor.

The chamberlain and the palace lady retreated one after another.

King Chen also bowed and got up.

Luo Cheng stayed. The Emperor said again.

King Chen knelt back.

There were only two of them in the huge palace, and this was the second time in twenty-five years that they had been alone together.

The emperor lifted the brocade quilt, put on his shoes, walked in front of King Chen, stretched out his hand, but lifted his face and looked at it carefully.

King Chen's eyes met his eyes, and the emperor saw a deep silence from these eyes, which were not the eyes of a son who should face his father, nor the eyes that could appear on the face of a young man who was only twenty-five years old, but in these eyes, there were infinite possibilities, as if they could contain all things in the world.

In his life, the emperor had only seen such eyes on a woman's face, but later, he had never carefully observed them again, and he even had some palpitations when he looked at them.

The Emperor's hand tightened suddenly, and King Chen's face distorted and discolored, but he still didn't frown.

Why? No one with such eyes gave in to his expression, and anger swelled in the emperor's heart, "Twenty-five years ago, when I took you from Wen Po's hands, I should have fallen to death on the spot!"

King Chen's eyes finally moved, he exhaled, hot and heavy, sprayed on the emperor's hand pinching his jaw, the emperor slammed and forced, but King Chen shook his head suddenly, shook his hand away, and then slowly stood up, and said, "It turns out that Your Majesty once hugged the minister." ”

The emperor's face froze, he couldn't help but stumble, he once held the child, tried his best to choose a nickname for him, and gently coaxed him to sleep.

"Your Majesty just looked at the minister, did you see the minister's mother?" he asked lightly, "Someone said that the minister looks like a virtuous concubine. ”

The emperor's face turned blue, and he took a few steps back and sat down on the couch.

"If Concubine Xian is really as His Majesty said in his letter to King Jiuming, and if Chen Ruo is really not His Majesty's son, how good would it be......" King Chen's mouth opened and closed gently, as if talking about something else's business.

The emperor's hand suddenly pulled up a copper lotus lamp beside the bed and threw it towards King Chen, "Son!"