Although on the surface, it should echo Cao Zhengyu's sigh, Xiao Jing knows that this is not some "creation to make people".

This scene makes people feel a sense of déjà vu - just twenty years ago, this scene really happened here, and at that time it was the soon-to-be-ascended crown prince and the pregnant crown princess Xia Shi......

The fire in the palace gradually decreased. With a wave of his hand, the water dragon team and the soldiers carrying buckets went up to put out the fire, and it seemed that the fire should be under control in a single stick of incense.

As for Xiao Jing, he didn't feel the need to stay here.

Even if the fire is extinguished, all one can see is two charred corpses - in that case, what else is there to watch?

As for inspecting the scene or something, it is even more meaningless: there are countless escape passages in the palace as various magical rumors among the people say, otherwise Chen Zhongwen would not have to disguise himself as an inner servant and flee in panic.

Small tunnels may exist, but they are mostly used for communication or personnel deployment; A secret passage to the outside of the palace? I'm sorry, but the emperor is worried that this kind of passage will be taken advantage of by outsiders and become a shortcut for outsiders to attack the palace.

The fact that Chen Borui is dead cannot be changed.

It is not worth it to attack a dying emperor and bear the charge of "killing the king" at this juncture that could have waited for his death, but Xiao Jing believes that the forces that promote all this must have their own considerations to do so.

For example, Chen Zhongwen, who would have been the lucky one favored by the sky, but reversed overnight into the No. 1 water dog in Tianzi?

Moreover, history is always written by the victors. Stigmas such as "kingkilling" only appear in folklore, and most people don't know what happened that night - for them, it was just an ordinary fire.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow morning, who cares who is the Ninety-Five Emperor sitting on the Jinluan Palace?

After greeting Cao Zhengyu, Xiao Jing followed the person who led the way to the next place.

He didn't even know what he was calling for – did the family just want him to experience this historical event firsthand, or did they want the Mirror to exert its power to sway public opinion?

As he walked, Xiao Jing found himself being taken to an unexpected place.

The Imperial Study?

The emperor is gone, what did you bring me here for? Visit Chen Borui's book collection, or taste some calligraphy and painting treasures?

Under the guidance of the passer-by, Xiao Jing walked into this place where he usually had no chance with him.

This palatial imperial study is divided into two floors. The bright lights illuminate it in gold, perhaps because it is too luxurious in its own right – gemstones, enamel, ivory decorations can be found everywhere, and every piece of furniture that seems to be ordinary is priceless when placed outside, not to mention the rare books that make you never take your eyes off them at a glance.

However, Xiao Jing's gaze quickly deviated to the direction of the middle table, because there was a person sitting there that he really wanted to see.

"Shao Ning!"

Xiao Jing's face was happy at first, and then he was full of anger, and said as he walked towards the other party: "It's been a few days, where did you kid go?" Do you know that everyone is worried about you? There is chaos outside, can you please stop running around, in case there is a good one, how should I deal with Shao Yuan's diplomacy......"

Halfway through his words, his voice stopped abruptly, and his whole body was frozen in place like a stake.

There were two reasons for Xiao Jing to stop.

One, it was he who felt the breath of danger.

Although Shao Ning seemed to be alone in this room, as he continued to move forward, he always felt that danger was constantly approaching—as if someone was watching him in the dark and preparing to burst out.

The instincts you develop on the battlefield may not always be accurate, but you can be careful.

Second, it is the dress on Shao Ning's body.

Xiao Jing didn't pay attention to the color of his clothes at first, and it wasn't until he was about to come to Shao Ning's approach that he noticed an obvious abnormality.

Bright yellow!

This color can only be worn by emperors in Da Rui!

Generally speaking, this color is the color of the emperor's dress on formal occasions, usually even if he is as expensive as the Son of Heaven, he will wear some plain color clothes, and only the burning bag will wear a bright yellow dragon robe to hang around all day long.

So, why did Shao Ning ......

Xiao Jing, who stopped, was a little dazed and sad in his eyes.

Why Shao Ning is wearing bright yellow clothes, the answer is already coming out.

I don't know exactly what happened, but that's what happened in front of me. No matter how hard you rub your eyes with your hands, this is a fact that cannot be erased.

No, it's not an illusion!

Xiao Jing's lips moved, and a few soft sounds came out of his mouth that no one could hear clearly.

On the other side, Shao Ning behind the table seemed to be even more hesitant: compared to Xiao Jing, who had a gloomy face, his face was full of smiles, but no matter how he looked at it, it was a bitter smile, or the kind of bitterness that he was about to cry......

After the two looked at each other for a moment, Xiao Jing wiped his eyes with his hand. I saw him bend his knees and say, "Weichen ......"

Saying that it was too late, Shao Ning rushed out from behind the table.

The last time I saw him running so fast, it should have been when Shao Yuanwai agreed to him and Su Yuxian's family affair, right?

Xiao Jing really wanted to bow down, not make a show.

No matter what happened in the past, Shao Ning is now the Son of Heaven. Even in order to maintain his authority, Xiao Jing had to do something he didn't want to do.

However, Shao Ning, who flew over, still held him up.

"Why do you and my brother?"

He sighed in a low tone and said this, then turned around and said as if to the air: "My son...... I have something to say to him, so stand down. ”

As soon as the words fell, two black-clothed men appeared from the darkness on the second floor, and hurriedly exited the imperial study after saluting.

Before the two of them went out, Shao Ning couldn't wait to walk to the nearest soft couch and lay down in a very imageless posture.

"You're wondering what the hell is going on." Shao Ning tore at the collar of the dragon robe while holding his forehead with his hand, I don't know if the dress was too hot, or if it tied him too tightly.

As he spoke, he waved his hand to signal Xiao Jing to sit down, and said in a tone full of self-deprecation: "My son has not yet announced that the world has officially ascended the throne, and this dress is said to be unwearable, and he cannot call himself 'I', but someone has already arranged all this, as if it is not enough to strengthen his momentum...... What can I do? ”

Xiao Jing sat beside him, his eyebrows lowered.

Shao Ning sighed and said, "Since it's you, I'll use what you said about the 'inverted pyramid body' to talk about the cause and effect: you already know that I will become the emperor of Da Rui, so why is it me who ascends the throne?" Because, they say—

I am the son of the crown prince who died twenty years ago! ”