When he was five years old, Zhao Ji's golden silk bird in a cage was caught by a cat, and he scratched, released and bit and played for a long time, and when he found it, it was already drenched in blood and dying. After Zhao Ji drove the cat away, he held the bird and cried. The bird was left with only mechanical twitches, its body was still warm, and its round black eyes looked at the sky, blank.

Zhao Yan said, "Why are you crying?"

Zhao Ji whimpered: "My little bird is dead." ”

Zhao Tong said: "Its eyes are so beautiful. ”

Zhao Ji wiped his tears: "I've raised it for a long time." ”

Zhao said: "It's dead. ”

Seeing that Zhao Ji was crying even more fiercely, Zhao Ji couldn't understand it, so he got up and left. After a while, he took a fluffy, soft, rag-like, bloodstained thing and threw it in front of Zhao Ji.

It was the cat, too, who had become dying, like the little bird.

Zhao Yan had a short dagger in his hand, inlaid with agate and gold. His hands were covered in blood, and his face was scratched by cats.

He handed the dagger to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji was stunned and didn't answer.

Zhao Tong thought it was because he had no hands and snatched the golden bird. His snatching action was very heavy, Zhao Ji groaned in pain, Zhao Ji felt very novel, and this feeling only lasted for a moment, he threw it into the river fiercely, and a flower bloomed on the surface of the water, faded into a circle, and gradually hidden.

Zhao Ji cried and shouted to pick it up, but was pulled by Zhao Ji.

Zhao Tong said: "Gonggong Song said that you can't get close to the river. ”

Gonggong Song was the eunuch who raised him. As soon as the princes were born, they were carried to wet nurses and raised by eunuchs, and they saw their mothers only a handful of times.

He put the dagger in Zhao Ji's hand and pointed at the cat: "Brother, give you a knife and kill it." ”

Zhao Ji shook off his hand and cried: "I don't want it!"

Zhao Yan said: "Why?"

I can only come by myself.

He grabbed the cat and stabbed it one by one.

Blood splattered on his face, splashed on his left eye, he closed one eye, his hand raised high, and fell like a rainbow.

Zhao Ji stared blankly.

Zhao said: "It is also dead. ”

Zhao Ji felt that this brother had become strange. I saw Zhao Yan laughing uncontrollably, giggling, and laughing violently, he laughed so much that he was tearful, laughing so much that he covered his stomach and rolled on the ground, laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore, and slowly stopped laughing, crawled towards him covered in blood, held his face, and asked him seriously, expressionlessly, gently: "Brother, why are you still crying?"

When Gonggong Song heard the movement, he came over to see what was going on, and when he saw this scene, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, covering his heart for a long time.

Since then, Zhao Tong no longer has such a performance, probably because Song Gonggong has taught it.

Only by omitting can we ensure that nothing goes wrong. As time goes on, there will be fewer and fewer things that get out of control.

Zhao Tong knew what to react under what circumstances, but he didn't know why.

Just like when he died of the emperor, he didn't feel sad, but he forced himself to cry silently. It was also the time he felt most similar to the people around him.

Maybe they don't have the difference in the first place?

Then do whatever you want.

Zhao Ji had a little difficulty breathing, and at this time he regretted a little why he didn't practice martial arts.

Although he didn't know anything about martial arts, he knew that it hurt. When Zhao Yan lifted his chin, he used a little internal force to make his entire chin and even the lower half of his face hurt, and the position of the fan made it difficult for him to breathe.

However, did Zhao Yan really make no distinction between the severity of the attack? Over the years, many defects that could be forgiven had long since passed and became more and more dangerous little by little.

Zhao Ji opened his mouth and said: "His Royal Highness King Shen, please let him go, why do you want to fight for a grass people?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, he narrowed his eyes, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Are you speaking for the locusts, my brother?"

Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Li's beautiful Danfeng eyes and the mask that reflected the bright light in the light. He laughed, the two lying silkworms under his eyes bulged, and his eyes were bright and clear: "It's hard to come once, it's a good thing for you here." Then why do you have to spoil your good things because the locusts have ruined your interest? If the emperor knows, it is not good?"

The fan left his throat. Zhao Yan unfolded the fan, and with his left hand, he stroked the messy fluff on it: "You know, I usually don't like to be threatened the most." I've been threatened only a handful of times. If you don't believe me, you can ask the droplets—alas, my droplets...... But you don't seem to be the same. He laughed as he spoke, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ji, the smile on his face solidified little by little.

"Do you think I don't dare to touch you, Duan, Wang, Your Highness, Your ——??"

Zhao Ji smiled: "If you let him go, I'll tell you." ”

Zhao Tong laughed: "You're scared, aren't you? You're so cute, I'll tease you, you're my cutest brother! Okay, I'll let him go! Hey, you, get away, the farther away the better!"

As soon as the peddler saw the guard let go of his shoulder, he collapsed to the ground, gasped for a few seconds, and scrambled to his feet, and the cart selling cakes was gone, and his sister was gone, and he ran away in a puff of smoke, and soon disappeared into the night.

"Hey, your sister forgot to take ......," Zhao Ji shouted at the vendor, but he didn't look back. He didn't hear back.

Otherwise, Zhao Ji can understand, but what about this sister who depends on him for her life?

"I said, are you very lost, why didn't he take his sister away?" Zhao Tong said, "These locusts, how can they have any emotions to speak of? Isn't it, Narutoshin?"

Zhao Ji was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He looked at the little girl beside him.

She fell step by step, walked in the direction of Zhao Li, and stretched out her hand to hug: "Brother Zhao Li." ”

"Narushin is so good. Zhao Yan picked her up with a smile and pinched her face, "Mingxin is doing a good job, she really cries, she is tired of crying." Go home and give you osmanthus cake, do you want to eat it?"

"Brother Zhao Tong eats it, I'll eat it again. ”

"You little clever, smarter than a droplet!"

"This is-" Zhao Ji's voice was a little hoarse, "What's going on?"

Zhao Tong laughed: "It's just an illusion." His shoulders trembled with laughter, and he paced back and forth around Zhao Ji, "But brother, do you know—" He whispered in his ear:

"You've killed someone. ”

Zhao Ji was stunned: "What?"

Zhao Tong played with the hair of Zhao Ji's sideburns, and the hair was wrapped around his fingertips in a curl.

"I said," Zhao Yan said, "premeditated assassination, are you guilty?"

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy?"

Zhao Yan said: "Not only am I not crazy, but I am also very sober, I don't believe you." ”

He put his hand to his ear, "Do you hear the sound of the carriage and horses? ”

It's true. He saw a team of chariots and horses coming over in black, although it was not a thousand troops and horses on the battlefield, but every sound stepped on the tip of his heart, and it was tingling and trembling.

"His Royal Highness King Shen, His Royal Highness King Duan—"

The fire is urgent, and the words are terrifying.

"The Queen Mother has a will, return to the palace immediately!"

The emperor's dormitory has always been a bright place in spring, which is beautiful and charming, making people drunk and infatuated. Even if it's a winter snowflake, at a glance, it's no different from catkins.

A bowl of nourishing soup and a beauty often go hand in hand.

"Your Majesty—" Liu Qingjing's soft and sharp voice scraped Zhao Xu's ears, she raised her head in violent trembling, trying her best not to let her voice be too loud, "You can hold on to me a little, the concubine has no strength, Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Xu said: "Madam, your body is like a light Hong...... I, the swimming dragon, can afford to support the Great Song Dynasty, can't I support you?"

Zhao Xu's eyebrows were slightly thicker, which just covered up the slightly weak temperament of his facial features. He has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, gentle and gentle, always containing a puddle of water. Although he is the supreme emperor, he is only twenty-three years old, the junction of youth and youth, fresh and beautiful and mature intertwined, according to a man's point of view, it is quite inadequate, but compared with his peers, it has exceeded the ordinary appearance.

He's a good-looking, and affectionate person.

He looked at Liu Qingjing's face as bright as a peach blossom. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, so soft that they were thrilling.

He lowered his head and kissed her, gently and passionately.

Liu Qingjing felt that she was going to melt. She was soft, falling in her desires, and there was darkness in front of her, only the little emperor in front of her, the light, the road, the sea, the person she loved, the person who only loved her—he was willing to call her Mrs., this was an exclusive and only title.

The moon is in the sky outside the window, and the beauty on the windowsill is picturesque.

Liu Qingjing suddenly felt terrified, stretched out her hand to push him away, and her face turned pale.

Zhao Xu was taken aback, and his first reaction was: "What's wrong?"

He quickly realized what was happening, and then took Liu Qingjing in his arms, sneered, turned his head to the door and said, "Impermanence, have you seen enough?"

Liu Qingjing struggled for a moment and was firmly held down by Zhao Xu. She curled up, listening to Zhao Xu's warm heartbeat.

About a century later, a boy's voice came from the door: "There is movement in the emperor's house, I am afraid that something will happen, so I will come to the neighborhood to take a look." ”

"You get out. Zhao Xu said, "The queen is a little uncomfortable. ”

Impermanence said: "Yes." ”

The movement is so loud that even you can detect it, and it can only be deliberate. For a while, most of the excitement was reduced, Zhao Xu tidied up Liu Qingjing's clothes and hugged her off the windowsill. Liu Qingjing's back was sore and his legs were weak, and he fell into his arms.

"It's all right, ma'am. Zhao Xu patted her on the back, "It's okay." ”

Liu Qingjing's face was flushed, she bit her lip, hugged him and whimpered: "Although the concubine is not a lady, she is not an animal, and she is not ashamed in public, I am a person." On weekdays, the queen mother just stares at it, the emperor said that no one will come here, but it turned out to be impermanent, who does the emperor want to guard?"

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, accompanied by great shame, with a strange softness.

Zhao Xu himself had a sour nose.

- Because of him, it is too precious in the first place.

"I'll tell her to go out, and don't cry, madame. Impermanence, who gave you the guts! Go out, don't let me see you for three days, or you will die!"

Impermanence hesitated: "Your Majesty, I can't help but protect you." ”

"Get out. Otherwise, I will die for you. Zhao Xu simply relented and threatened in turn.

"Yes. ”

It doesn't matter if you die, but the emperor can't die. Impermanence is truly retreating. Impermanence took a few steps to the roof, performed light skills, and with a little tiptoe, he jumped to the next roof, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Zhao Xu watched Impermanence go away, and suddenly heard Liu Qingjing's sneer: "Since you never treat Impermanence as a human being, then why do you care about a dog's feelings now?"

Zhao Xu turned around: "Madam, I'm a little worried......"

"What are you worried about?" Liu Qingjing stepped forward, forced him all the way to the bed, pushed him down on the bed, leaned down, stroked his face, and smiled mysteriously.

"Or does the emperor think that he doesn't care about you, but about his concubines?"

Zhao Xu said, "No matter what, madam, I only care about you." ”

As he spoke, the candle flame at the bedside fluttered accordingly. Liu Qingjing was about to blow it out, but in an instant, as if it was held in the palm of her hand, this light fluttered, and it was gone, and there was no day!

Liu Qingjing almost jumped up, in the darkness, she couldn't see the person who came, and she couldn't find a place to go, she stood up and groped, and suddenly saw a few scattered ghost fires, at first they were resentful and looming, and as it moved, it slowly became clear, it was trembling, pale, and like a soul seeking her life, floating towards here!

"Who's there?

But how can impermanence appear in such a way? In an unexpected way, it is not only the couple who is in the mood for it, but also the most vicious enemy—the transition between joy and fear is only a moment.

She is the only lover of the emperor, but there are too many enemies.

At the thought of this, she suddenly mustered up her courage and was ready to fight as hard as she could, she knew some martial arts, and although she was now disheveled, she could not see anything in the dark light, so it didn't matter.

She immediately retreated to Zhao Xu's side: "Don't panic, the emperor is here, there will be no problem." ”

As she spoke, she went to touch him, but her hand suddenly retracted like lightning!

- Burning hot!

"Your Majesty?" she cried out in horror, "What's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"

A ray of moonlight shone into the room and hit the head of the bed, and she gradually got used to the darkness, so she fixed her eyes on—

"Qingjing ......" Zhao Xu's voice was completely hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Your Majesty, someone is coming, there is an assassin, the Emperor has been assassinated!"

At this time, a gust of wind will no longer have the joy of spring.

It was the awe-inspiring chill of winter, the kiss of death that strangled the neck so that one could not breathe, that made one get goosebumps, and that carried an unpredictable withering breath.