Empress Jingzhuang shook her head, and her tears flowed even more fiercely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

How could she not be worried?

The emperor actually guarded against and persecuted the prince because of a ballad from a suspicious source, and she felt terrified when she thought of this.

But after all, he is his husband, and he is a monarch who uses imperial skills to everything, even if she is dissatisfied with him, she does not dare to protest openly. She knew that both the crown prince and herself would still have to rely on him in the near future.

Empress Jingzhuang silently shook the prince's hand and said: "During this time, I am afraid you will have to be patient for a while, and when the limelight of this matter is over, I will talk to the emperor to see if I can ease the relationship between you." ”

Zhao Yuliang hurriedly said: "No need, it's better for my mother not to interfere in this matter." ”

Empress Jingzhuang looked at Zhao Yuliang deeply for a while, and finally didn't say anything more.

He was her only son, how could she stand by and watch? But since her son didn't want to drag her down, she agreed on the surface.

However, when she thought of the prince's current situation, she couldn't help but shed a lot of tears.

Zhao Yuliang persuaded him for a while, and saw that Queen Jingzhuang was finally relieved before leaving.

Walking out of Kunyi Palace, the crown prince Zhao Yuliang stood still in the wide square and looked around.

As far as the eye can see, there are splendid buildings.

How many conspiracies and killings, how many grievances and loneliness are hidden in this magnificent and majestic palace? And how many desires, crises, and insecurities are hidden?

The most beautiful things are often the most cruel.

Zhao Yuliang sighed and closed his eyes, and then opened them, but he felt that the richness in front of him turned into desolation in a blink of an eye, and he, like a soul that had been lonely for thousands of years, was floating on this palace that people loved and hated.

But even so, his waist is still straight, and his eyes are still shining brightly, like a down-and-out hero with iron bones.

This soul, this feeling, this sudden sadness, but it is not indifferent, it is warm and compassionate, and its human side has not yet been corrupted by power.

The crown prince Zhao Yuliang took a deep breath and looked up at the Fengtian Hall not far away.

The cry of "Long live my emperor, long live, long live" is still in my ears.

He wondered how he would be able to have power without being held hostage by it, if he did become a king himself.

"Your Highness, it's almost time for class." Lin Frame's words pulled Zhao Yuliang back from his complicated thoughts.

Zhao Yuliang let out an 'um' and strode towards Wenyuan Pavilion.

On the east side of Wenyuan Pavilion, there is a very elegant house, which is where Zhao Yuliang listens to classes.

His teacher, Tetsu Miyazawa, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was already sitting inside waiting for his arrival.

After finishing today's class, Miyazawa Zhe said to Zhao Yuliang: "Your Highness, the minister has something to tell you. ”

Zhao Yuliang glanced at him and said, "Teacher, please speak." He sat down on a chair on one side.

Miyazawa Zhe informed Zhao Yuliang of what Li Yu heard in the painting boat that day.

Zhao Yuliang's face was slightly gloomy after hearing this, and after a while, he smiled bitterly: "Someone is quite good at picking the right time." Then he asked, "Is the teacher free in the afternoon?" If we have time, how about we go to the East Palace and talk? ”

Tetsu Miyazawa hurriedly said, "I'm free." ”

As long as the prince has something, he will say that he is free even if he is not available.

Zhao Yuliang then went to the direction of the East Palace with him.

At the same time, Zhao Yuliang sent someone to invite Yun Yiting, the head of the cabinet, to come to the East Palace.

Yun Yiting has been busy with the ballad recently, and when he learned that the prince was invited, although he was a little annoyed that he disturbed himself, he immediately rushed to the East Palace when he thought that maybe the prince was looking for him to talk about something related to this matter.

When Yun Yiting arrived, Zhao Yuliang asked Miyazawa Zhe to relay what Li Xi heard that day to Yun Yiting.

Yun Yiting listened to Bi Hate and said, "King Jin is really too bad to do this. ”

Zhao Yuliang smiled and said, "Don't be excited, Lord Yun, although we know about this now, we don't have enough evidence to prove it, so this matter has to be considered in the long run." ”

Yun Yiting nodded.

"Lord Yun, this palace suggests that you might as well start investigating from King Jin's side." The prince said.

"Well, the minister will arrange for someone to follow him secretly from now on."

"Okay, then there's Lord Lao Yun. Lord Yun is busy with affairs, and it is inconvenient for the palace to stay longer, so please go back first. ”

Yun Yiting got up and said goodbye.

After Yun Yiting left, Miyazawa Zhe said: "Lord Yun is the most trustworthy person around the emperor, and the emperor can still listen to his words." Now that he has learned of King Jin's behavior, he will definitely not speak for King Jin in front of the emperor in the future, and His Royal Highness has played a very good game. ”

Zhao Yuliang took a sip of tea and said, "Lord Yun himself has been ordered by the emperor to investigate this matter, so it is only fitting for him to follow that person." After thinking about it, he said, "It's not suitable for this palace to deal directly with that person now." ”

"It's just the emperor's side...... Now it's clear that he's cutting His Highness's rights, I wonder what His Highness's plans are now? ”

Zhao Yuliang's hand rubbed the cup, as if in contemplation.

After a while, Zhao Yuliang said: "This palace is not afraid of him, and it will not always be willing to be oppressed, but it is impossible to do such things as usurping the throne and killing his father." ”

Miyazawa Tetsu said sincerely: "Yes, His Highness is kind-hearted, but in this way, His Highness will have to bear His Majesty's suspicion, prevention and even persecution." ”

Miyazawa has been Zhao Yuliang's teacher for five years, and he knows Zhao Yuliang's temperament and personality very well, so he speaks relatively straightforwardly in front of the prince.

Zhao Yuliang smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I know." After a while, he added: "But even so, I can't kill him." ”

This is his bottom line and his moral dilemma.

He didn't want their father and son to fall to the point of yin and yang separated by the seizure of power.

Tetsu Miyazawa sighed silently. He also understood the prince's feelings.

"It is said that those who are good at playing power are executioners, although I am in it, I know that fighting is inevitable and sacrifice is inevitable, but I always hope that my hands will be less stained with blood and less sin." Zhao Yuliang looked out the window at the sunny and quiet road.

The sun shone on the prince's handsome face, adding a bit of brightness to his beauty.

Such a person should have belonged to the fairy world, but he was born in the emperor's family, he was exposed to politics and power schemes early, he was precocious, thoughtful, strong and fragile, indifferent and gentle, so contradictory, so lonely and beautiful, but he refused to extinguish his conscience no matter what...... Miyazawa thought in his heart, silently looking at Zhao Yuliang in a trance.

It is said that the love and hate of the royal people is a mystery, and what they value most is power, but in the heart of the prince, he always knows that even if that person is on guard and difficult for himself, he still has not forgotten that he is his father.

Miyazawa suddenly felt that if the future monarch of the country was the person in front of him, it would really be a blessing for the people of the country.

Tetsu Miyazawa was determined to assist him as much as he could.

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