On this night, the fire in the East Palace, due to the strong wind at that time, the fire burned bigger and bigger, and the people who rushed to fight the fire did not have time to rescue at all, except for some of the palace people who escaped, the entire East Palace was almost burned into a ruin. The news from the palace is that the crown prince ** is in the East Palace, which caused the fire.

The next day, the dynasty was closed.

On the third day, the dynasty was suspended.

On the fourth day, the dynasty was suspended.

On the fifth day, the princes and ministers couldn't bear it, especially the several county kings and important ministers who participated in the prince's uprising, and when they went out from the palace every day, they didn't know if they could go home with their heads today, so they were sad day after day, and finally unified their opinions on this day, and ran into the Aoyuan to see the king, and knelt outside the study of Tianzhang Courtyard collectively.

"The prince is gone, they have made a lot of contributions, and they dare to come to see the lonely ......" King Min lay calmly on the dragon couch, his hands folded on his chest, and his eyes looked straight at the top of the bed, "If it weren't for Liu Qin's instigation and support, and without the encouragement of those good royal brothers, maybe Xu'er wouldn't have been—and wouldn't have let Min lose the prince's ......"

"Your Majesty, the current Great Commander is stopping them outside, saying that the king's dragon body is not in harmony, and they need to recuperate these days, let them go back. But the courtiers didn't want to come in, and a few of them were arrogant, and they had to die to admonish. Murong Jing came in from outside, looking embarrassed. Obviously, dealing with these courtiers was not his forte.

"What they want is Lone's guarantee," King Min glanced at Zhen Ji, who was blowing the decoction on the side, "You shouldn't come back." They have always regarded you as a disaster, and Lone has promised them that they will not set up a son as a reserve. But now that the crown prince is gone, there is only one prince left—"

Zhen Ji's action of blowing the decoction suddenly stopped, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the bowl of steaming decoction fixedly, as if thinking about some profound problem, the king of Min didn't speak, she didn't speak, and for a while, there was only the sound of the bell when Chu Ling's stone pestle was pounding the medicine. The stone pestle didn't know if it offended Chu Ling, and he smashed it as if he was venting his hatred, one heavier than the other, and the other heavier than the other.

"Ah Jing," Zhen Ji finally finished thinking and took a deep breath, as if she had made some major decision, "Go and let the Grand Commander tell them that tomorrow the king's will will come to the court, let them disperse first." ”

"Yes. ”

As soon as Murong Jing went out, Zhen Ji put down the decoction in his hand, walked to the hall step by step, touched his forehead with both hands, and said in a deep voice word by word: "Concubine, a big crime." ”

Chu Ling's pounding sound suddenly stopped, he stared at Zhen Ji who was kneeling and bowing his head, and slowly moved his gaze to King Min on the dragon couch. Suddenly, he also walked over, knelt beside Zhen Ji, and said, "Chu Ling, a big crime." ”

King Min weakly grabbed the edge of the bed and wanted to sit up, but the weakness on his wrist couldn't exert his strength, so he had to try his best to turn sideways, and looked at the two kneeling people in His Highness puzzled, "You guys...... What is this for?"

At this time, Murong Jing happened to come in, and when he saw this situation, he was about to exit, but Zhen Ji heard his footsteps and said sharply: "Murong Jing, come and kneel!"

“...... Be. ”

"Kneel before the king!"

"Yes!"

Murong Jing thought that he had done something wrong, and was about to open his mouth to ask the King of Min to show him, but Zhen Ji's voice came in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive the great crime of deception by your concubines, Murong Jing is your own flesh and blood, Murong royal blood!"

It's like five thunderbolts.

Murong Jing seemed to have his whole body bleeding still, unable to move for a while, as if even his heartbeat had stopped, and he looked at the King of Min in front of him in disbelief—and the King of Min was also looking at him with the same gaze.

When Murong Jing was a child, he couldn't speak, but he could hurt people, he ran as fast as a wolf, always didn't sleep all night, curled up in a corner with his eyes wide open, and looked around vigilantly. When Zhen Ji caught him from Chishan Island, he was like this.

When he first arrived in Aoyuan, many people were afraid of him, saying that he was a child raised by wolves, that he would howl wolves and eat people at night, but Murong Zihua, who was two years older than him, was not afraid, although he was only six years old at that time, he always liked to play with him. The young Zhen Ji didn't like to deal with the people in the Aoyuan, so she always circled him and Murong Zihua in the Jade Curie, sitting under the banyan tree and watching them run and make trouble, if Murong Jing launched a ruthless attack to hurt people, the palace maids and eunuchs were too scared, only Zhen Ji rushed over desperately to hug him, patted his back, stroked his hair, hummed some staccato syllables, and let him bite and grasp on his arm, until the blood stained her luxurious dress, until he slowly quieted down in those broken syllables. There were many times when Murong Jing secretly cracked the door and saw the young King Min scolding angrily while drugged Zhen Ji's arm, he couldn't understand what they were saying, but every time no matter how angry King Min was, Zhen Ji would smile and shake his head. Murong Jing could see that there was a bright light in Zhen Ji's eyes.

That light seemed to shine into Murong Jing's heart, illuminating his originally chaotic world.

The naughty Murong Zihua often sneaked into his bed at night and squeezed him to sleep together. At first, Murong Jing was very disgusted and always kicked him viciously, but Murong Zihua pitifully dragged his quilt and refused to leave. Later, Murong Jing finally knew that because Zhen Ji often accompanied Murong Jing, who refused to sleep, until he was willing to lie down in the quilt obediently, but she was extremely strict with Murong Zihua when she was a child, and rarely had intimate love, let alone coaxed him to sleep, so Murong Zihua felt that his quilt had the smell of his mother, so he wanted to look for it.

Later, once, he deliberately bit Murong Zihua, he cried, Zhen Ji rushed to pick up his child in a panic, and desperately went to stop King Min from hitting Murong Jing with a wooden sword, and the four of them made a mess in the middle of the jade. At that moment, Murong Jing smiled at Murong Zihua, it was the first time he spoke, and he said loudly: "Your mother hugged you, are you happy?"

After that, Zhen Ji changed her attitude, she was no longer tolerant of Murong Jing, and she did not change her attitude towards Murong Zihua at all. The two of them were beaten together, studied together, skipped school together, practiced together, and grew up together. Murong Jing, who grew up, didn't know who his parents were, and he didn't want to know, his name was Murong Jing, and his most important people were Zhen Ji and Murong Zihua, he felt their love and hatred, he just wanted to be with them, for the rest of his life, that's all.

The memories slowly warmed Murong Jing's stagnant blood, he slowly turned his head, and when his inquiring eyes fell on Zhen Ji, he found that Concubine Zhen, who had not shown weakness in front of others for many years, had hazy tears in her eyes and a fragility in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on!" King Min shouted with all his might, and then coughed violently, Murong Jing hurriedly helped him up, and slowly patted him on the back to give him relief, but there was a strange feeling that grew, so that he didn't dare to look at King Min's face.