"Blame for the past?" Sedum laughed, as if he had heard some funny joke, and after a moment, turned around. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Impossible! ”

"Father, why do you deceive yourself?" Sedum Tiancheng's voice has regained its calmness, just like the prince who has been by the emperor's side for a long time, his voice is gentle and polite, but there is a sense of determination between the lines. "You and I both know that there is no going back."

"Again." He paused and said slowly. "Becoming a king and defeating a king, isn't it the truth you taught me when you pee?"

The emperor sat dejectedly, his shoulders collapsed, I don't know if it was because of his long-term persistence, he collapsed in an instant, resulting in him now looking like he was several years old.

"What if I say, in spite of this, I have no intention of abolishing you?"

For the first time, Sedum heard in the emperor's mouth that he no longer opened his mouth and closed his mouth to call himself me, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

As if it was indigestible, Sedum closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out eight words. "The mind of the Son of Heaven is unpredictable."

The emperor shook his head behind him, looking at the prince he loved the most in his heart, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

But after sitting in that position for so long, it only took a moment to recover.

"Someone's coming!" He said loudly.

"It's useless, Father." Sedum finally turned around and looked at the emperor in the seat with compassion. "It's all around with my people."

Since he dared to pretend to be so unauthorized to break in, what did it mean, he didn't believe that the emperor didn't understand.

It's just that the emperor completely ignored Sedum Tiancheng's words, and shouted again and again.

Seeing the emperor like this, Sedum Cheng only felt that the emperor was stimulated.

The footsteps moving outward paused slightly, and Sedum listened for a moment, he hadn't paid attention before, but now he walked to the door of the dormitory, and then he heard the noisy sound outside the door.

Thinking of the scene that was too smooth tonight, Sedum Cheng's face was slightly cold, and he walked quickly towards the door.

But before he could go out of the temple gate, the people at the gate had already retreated before him.

"You." Sedum Cheng's face was ugly, and his eyes just collided with the leader. The leader was dressed in silver-black armor, his face was dull and pale, and he was tinged with a faint sickness. Holding a silver spear in his hand, his eyes were blazing at his own distance, and in a moment, Sedum Cheng understood everything.

However, in this short period of time, Sedum Tiancheng felt as if a long time had passed. Tonight went so smoothly that it turned out to be just catching a turtle in an urn.

"Hahahaha." Sedum turned his head, looked at the man who was still sitting behind the chair, and shook his head. "After all the calculations, I still haven't escaped the eyes of my father."

"Becoming a king or losing a coward is a mistake for the sons."

On the fifth day of the fifth month of the 43rd year of Qingyang, the crown prince Sedum Cheng led 5,000 soldiers to force the palace, but fortunately, King Le secretly entered Beijing to escort him, and wiped out all the ministers who sought power.

A group of close ministers of the Son of Heaven led by the right prime minister became prisoners overnight.

Only the eldest son of the right prime minister, Qu Wuhua, the first beautiful man in the Qing Dynasty, escaped because of his merits.

The fishy and dark corridor seemed to have no end, and the cell head in front of him cautiously led the way for Wuhua.

It's the end of May, and it's past the coldest season in Kyoto, but Wuhua is wearing a very thick dress. As if feeling a slight chill invade her body, she gathered the clothes on her body.

A shallow ring pattern looms on the ring finger of the slender right hand.

It seemed to be deeply embedded in her flesh, and it was very obvious in her every move.

"Childe, here." The cell boss led Wuhua to a cell that looked quite clean, unlocked it, and gently pushed the door open.

Although the matter of the right minister did not involve Wuhua, but Wuhua's official position has been dismissed, the cell boss thought for a moment and felt that it was most appropriate to call Wuhua Gongzi.

Wuhua didn't care what this cell boss called herself, she just pursed her lips, and her attention was all on the people inside.

Half a month in prison made the first beauty of the Qing Dynasty fade into a bright color, huddled in the corner in despair, heard the movement, raised her head and looked at Wuhua.

"You're here."

After all, she was a person who had been the crown princess, and Qionghua stood up, but because of tiredness and hunger, she couldn't maintain such a high-end posture for long.

"Sister Joan." Wuhua called in a low voice, reached out and took the small and delicate food box from Yunshu, who was waiting on the side, and waved his hand.

Yunshu nodded, turned around and went out.

Because Qionghua is a weak woman, she did not tie her hands and feet with objects.

Wuhua gently placed the food box in his hand on the table, "Sister Qiong, come over and use something." ”

Qionghua stood up from the corner, reached out and stroked the robe on her body, then walked to the table and sat down with a dignified posture, and saw Wuhua take out a plate of food from the food box, which she loved to eat.

Qionghua lifted the chopsticks and tasted two bites.

The chopsticks fell suddenly, and before colliding with the chopsticks, there was a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent cell.

The dim light shone on Wuhua's cheeks.

Qiong Hua's gaze wandered around the face that was seven or eight points similar to herself. "When did you return to Beijing?"

Wuhua was silent for a moment and said in a low voice. "Two days ago."

Qionghua nodded clearly, and the silver chopsticks in her hand fell on the table with a click.

"Smack." Wuhua left a red slap mark on the right side of his face in an instant.

"What a smart and clever man in the Qing Kingdom." Qionghua slapped Wuhua and saw that she didn't dodge or dodge, and she slapped herself, Qionghua couldn't help but sneer.

"Qu Wuhua, you wolf-hearted thing!"

Wuhua listened silently to Qionghua's voice that broke because of excitement, and the hot pain on her face reminded her over and over again.

Seeing that Wuhua was silent, Qionghua became more and more sad and angry. "Isn't it you?"

She was really clueless when she asked this, but Wuhua heard it clearly, but after a moment of silence, she nodded slowly. "Since Sister Qiong thinks it's me, why bother asking."

"Sure enough, it's you!" Qionghua's eyes were red. "What the hell are we sorry for you?"

"You're so ruthless?"

"Do you trust your father so much?"

Seeing that Qionghua raised his hand and seemed to want to slap him in the face again, Wuhua frowned, reached out and held Qionghua's palm, and looked directly at Qionghua. "Sister Qiong, ask yourself, when did the right minister believe me?"

"Trust me? Will I deliberately spend the house? Trust me? And send someone to monitor my every move? "Wuhua's eyebrows are stained with a heavy haze." If that's the trust you've given me, then I can't afford it! ”

The two hands were folded together, and one slender wrist was white and warm, and the other was slightly dirty, which looked very incongruous.

"I don't owe you anything." Wuhua looked at the face in front of him, which was nine points similar to himself, and slowly let go of his hand, "Don't say it so righteously. (To be continued.) )