The blood-stained phoenix robe is woven with tears

After Mei Niang finished this matter, she remembered another one, turned her head to look at Ryan and said:

"As for the East Palace, can you arrange it?"

Ryan said softly:

"Niangniang can rest assured, although it is inconvenient for the Lord and Niangniang to take action in this matter, but with His Royal Highness the Prince, it will definitely not happen."

Mei Niang looked at him and said in a low voice:

"You told Zhong'er?"

Ryan saw that Mei Niang's face was inappropriate, so he said lightly:

"Niangniang, where this person came from, the Lord and Niangniang both know, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself doesn't know. Although it is for the sake of the mother now, in the end, it is also to let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince understand what the queen has secretly colluded with the king of Han all these years, and what kind of people have been placed next to him and what kind of things have been done......

This should have been what he should have done as the prince of a country! ”

Mei Niang was stunned, but she didn't react for a long time, Su Qin called her a few times on the side, she came back to her senses, looked at Su Qin, and sighed for a while:

"That's it...... Only then did I realize that it was me who had been hoping for Tu Hong'er to ascend to the storage position. ”

When Ryan and Suqin heard this, they were taken aback, and they looked at each other in pairs, both of which were surprised.

In the end, Su Qin smiled and said:

"Isn't my sister so angry that she's talking faintly?

Over the years, when has my sister fought for Hong'er for this storage position? How could he have any intentions, what did he want Hong'er to do? ”

Mei Niang shook her head, looked at Ryan, Ryan understood, and immediately swept His Highness back and forth before she sighed slowly:

"yes......

My mind is buried very deeply...... I didn't even notice it. If it weren't for today's Ryan's sentence, it would have been something that the prince of a country should do......

I didn't realize it, it turned out that from the very beginning, I had never regarded Zhong'er as the real prince of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Su Qin and Ryan glanced at each other again, and finally Minghe said softly:

"What do you mean? The reason why Niangniang can endure this time is not because the prince is the eldest son of the lord, and she tolerates everything for him? ”

"You also said that I endured it because he was Jiro's eldest son, not because he was the crown prince."

Mei Niang said calmly:

"Minghe, you are still young, the first emperor trained the prince Cheng Yan and Zhilang for those years, you are not around, naturally I don't know. But Ryan, you know......

You say, how did the first emperor train the crown prince to inherit the qian? And how did you train Jiro?

Over the years, not to mention whether Jiro has been trained by Zhong'er with all his heart, it's me......

If I really had the heart, why didn't I think about letting him know how to deal with something like Yong'an? On the contrary, he blindly conceals it, and he doesn't want him to know?

Isn't it that from the beginning, I didn't intend to really watch Zhong'er learn the strategy of governing the country and sit on the throne of the crown prince. ”

Ryan opened his mouth - it was really because he had been by Taizong's side for a long time, but he also faintly felt that what Mei Niang said was true, and even had a feeling......

is not only Mei Niang, but I am afraid that it is Li Zhi himself, and he has never had the intention of supporting Li Zhong as orthodoxy and establishing him as the monarch.

Otherwise, why did Li Zhi, who was trained by a saint like Taizong and Empress Changsun, not understand that for the prince of a country, the most important thing is not the love of his father, that is, the Son of Heaven, but trust and education, and teach Emperor Fan strategies hand-in-hand?

This......

Only one thing can be said:

From the very beginning, Li Zhi never really expected Li Zhong to become the crown prince and truly inherit his throne!

Thinking of this, whether it was Ryan or Suqin, they all shuddered, looked at Mei Niang who was still pondering, and a doubt arose again in their hearts:

Mei Niang said that she never realized that she had never regarded Li Zhong as the crown prince at all...... That kind of mind will not be born out of thin air, with the wisdom of Mei Niang, Zhiming, there is always someone or something to let her give birth to such a thought step by step.

In this way......

How did such an idea be implanted in Mei Niang's heart unconsciously, and how could it be buried deeply for all these years and not be known?

Or......

Who is the one who implanted this idea deeply in Mei Niang's heart, for many years, she has never taught a woman like Wu Mei Niang, and she has never discovered its existence, until today, it has come to the point where it has to be faced?

Who the hell is it......

In front of the eyes of the two of them, a face that smiled as gently and kindly as when he was a teenager appeared, and then he was slightly cold again, and lowered his head:

…… Yes, it's just him.

At the same time.

Changan.

Tai Chi Palace.

Inside the East Palace.

On the main hall of Lizheng.

Li Zhong, who was dressed in brocade clothes and a golden crown, but still couldn't hide the gloomy look between his eyebrows, sat silently behind the desk, looking at the attendants lying on the ground.

After a long time, he asked with difficulty:

"Why? This palace treats you well...... Why do you want to hide these things from this palace? ”

Yong'an, who was kneeling on the ground, had a flat expression like water:

"Doesn't Your Highness already know Yong'an's origins? Is there any point in asking such a question? ”

Li Zhong looked at him in a daze, suddenly got up and overturned the table, and watched a purple gold incense burner smash Yong'an's forehead heavily before he shouted hoarsely:

"This palace has not treated you badly! Why did you betray Hongu?! Just because of your revenge?! Just because of your revenge, you have to treat Hongu as a tool, as a pawn to use?! Is it?! Is it?! Is it?! ”

He shouted frantically, his expression twisted and hateful as he looked at the kneeling man in front of him, as if he saw another familiar figure in front of him.

Yes, the woman who is always well-dressed and well-mannered......

The woman who always looks at herself as a nymph ant......

The woman who always warned herself that if it weren't for her, everything right now wouldn't belong to him......

The woman who killed his real mother and ruined his life's hopes......

He stared at Yong'an, who was bleeding down and staining half of his face, but still had a calm face, his eyes were red, and he stared at him and said softly:

"Just for your revenge, so you're going to use this palace? Take advantage of Hongu's trust in you? Is it? ”

Yong looked at him steadily, and said softly:

"Could it be that His Highness is just being used?

Didn't His Highness get any benefit? ”

"Benefits?"

Li Zhong sneered, raised his head, and looked condescendingly at this person who had cried for himself, was happy for himself, worried for himself, and even almost risked his life for himself, and laughed extremely coldly:

"What are your so-called benefits?

Pull down the main palace from the storage position, and then make the whole Datang into a mess......

You can raise the banner of your royal family, revert to the king of Luoyang, and then conquer the world again and gain the throne......

Really? ”

Yongan sneered, raised his hand, wiped the blood with his sleeve, and said softly:

"Did Your Highness think I would be stupid like that?"

He snorted softly and looked up proudly:

"Yes, I want revenge, but I'm not stupid, and I'm not a person without a conscience.

The world in front of me is peaceful and prosperous, that is, no matter how the emperor is not properly governed, I will investigate his life, with a waste body, it is difficult to cause any strong winds and waves, and what kind of hegemony has he really achieved......

I don't want to do that......

All I want is to be able to watch your father, the current emperor, who killed my family, receive the punishment he deserves, and not have to flee because of the nobility of the Son of Heaven.

As for the benefits to His Highness......

Does Your Highness really not know? ”

Yongan said softly:

"Has His Highness never been worried, after that Wu Meiniang has her own child, will she never leave a chance for His Highness to ascend the throne at all? Could it be that His Highness has never seen that the emperor no longer trusts His Highness at all, and he doesn't even have the slightest intention of educating His Highness as a king?

is even His Royal Highness's heart, and Wu Meiniang, who is haunted by her dreams......

She really doesn't have a star and a half, using His Highness's mind?!

Your Highness really doesn't know?

Or have you been pretending not to know?! ”

Yong'an's every question and sentence was like a nail, deeply and fiercely piercing Li Zhong's heart, so that he couldn't refute and didn't know how to refute.

After a while, Li Zhong turned around abruptly, walked to the side of the overturned case, looked at the mess in a daze, and then said softly:

"You don't have any good intentions, do you?

Do you think that Hongu doesn't know who is standing behind you?

Do you think that this palace doesn't know that King Han has already secretly colluded with that woman, with Concubine Shu, and with many women in this palace who hate Wu Zhaoyi and hope that Wu Zhaoyi will fall, and has done a lot of things?

Can you tell this palace that the poison you have this time was not sent to the palace by the people around that woman?"

Li Zhong's every question also taught Yongan that he could not answer, and after a while, he smiled faintly and said:

"Yes...... Yes, indeed.

But so what?

Since His Highness has been used for so long, he doesn't care about it all along......

Why, do you care now?

Why?

Just because the person His Royal Highness King Han wants to deal with now is the woman you care about the most? ”

After Yongan finished speaking, he looked at Li Zhong's back as he began to cringe, and couldn't help laughing wildly:

"Hahaha......

Good! Sure enough, it's good!

Sure enough, as His Royal Highness King Han expected......

I didn't have to do it, this could have come to fruition!

Sure enough, you really care about that Wu Meiniang more than anyone else!

The **** who confused Lao Tzu and married his son, and now he is about to hook up with your grandson!

Good! Good! Good!

Is...... If I knew this was the case, why would I bother to do it?!

Just watch you become more and more infatuated and fall deeper and deeper, and finally turn your face with your Lao Tzu for her!

Why do I have so much to do?!

Hahahaha!

The so-called Datang, the so-called son of the Li family......

Sure enough, all of them are good!

There was Li Yuanji in the past, followed by Li Tai and Li Zhi, and now there is another Li Zhong......

Hahaha!

Sure enough, all of them are good! All of them are good sons who remember the 'legacy' of their ancestors! Hahahaha...... Uh......"

Yongan didn't finish laughing.

Because of a sword, the tip of the sword pierced deep into his throat, and pierced long through the back of his neck, piercing his entire head on the glowing light of the sword.

Stunned, he looked at the sword in front of him with some disbelief, and then slowly looked at the brocade-clothed young man who was holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, holding it so hard that his whole body trembled, and winked, and winked again.

Then he heard a whisper that couldn't have been softer:

"Yes...... I miss her, I want her...... But I know her better......

I know who comes first to her......

I know her too...... I've been using my ...... consciously or unconsciously.

But so what? Well? ”

He looked at Li Zhong in disbelief with feverish eyes, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"I'm good, her brother Hong, or every child in the palace......

We are born destined to be used as pawns......

My father wants to use my mother's presence to humiliate his crown princess and please my grandfather......

Then when I grew up, the crown princess of the main palace, who was humiliated by my father, wanted to use me to hurt my mother and strengthen her position......

Then my father had to use me as a staircase to welcome the woman he loved most back to the palace......

And then the woman he loved the most was going to use me against the slut who killed my mother and another woman who was even more hateful than that slut......

Isn't it all like that?

Isn't it all like that? Ha?

Didn't my father grow up like this? Thought I didn't know?

He was also honored in the sixth house after his grandmother's death......

But in fact, where did his favor come about? To put it bluntly, isn't it just a chess piece, a chess piece used to curry favor with my grandfather and win favor and fame?

Ha?

Since each and every one of us has to use each other like this...... So what's wrong with her using me?

What's more, she is still the only person other than my mother who is willing to really care for me and be really good to me?

Why can't I do anything for someone else?

She is good to me, true to me, why can't I repay her with my willingness to use it?

I can't do anything for her, can't I do even this little thing?

Ha? ”

Li Zhong's voice was very light and soft, but in the ears of Yong'an, who was gradually losing temperature, it was as cold and sharp as an ice blade:

"Since I am destined to be a chess piece, I am destined to be used for the rest of my life...... If I choose to be the object I want to be used, can't I? Ha? ”

After this soft whisper, Yongan felt a great pain, and heard a strange sound of water coming from under his neck - this was really a very strange experience, so strange that he didn't stare at the blood-dripping blade in front of him until the last second, when he was lying on the ground, and his consciousness was about to leave his body:

Oh......

It turned out that this was the feeling of the sword pulling the last bit of life from his neck.