His heart twitched violently, and even his eyelids jumped, he was not a fool, he understood the sharp words, but he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if it is a demon, there is good and evil." After that, he frowned, "What do you want to say about this?"

Meng Yu lowered her head quietly: "I know that the prince hates me in his heart, but the prince doesn't know that I can be alone, so why come to this palace and say such things that make you disgusted...... I am thinking of the queen's kindness to me, and of the friendship between you and me since childhood......" She smiled self-deprecatingly, "The banquet of the general horn, Yan Yan Yan smiled." It's not that I don't remember......"

He felt her loss, and then he realized that Fang had spoken too much.

As Meng Yu said, he has been with her since he can remember. When she was a child, she also had a joke about Jinwu Zangjiao, but when he was weak and met someone she really liked, she never said anything.

It seems that Meng Yu in his memory has always been a quiet person, and the quietness makes him think that she is a person with no emotions and no temper. In the face of the emperor's marriage, she just accepted Tianwei's order.

Thinking about it this way, he didn't blame her for the reason. Because at the last moment, when the queen was seriously ill, when everyone was eyeing her, there was still her, who had been supporting him in a place he couldn't see.

He thought about it a lot, and the old past came out of his memory together, the extreme beauty of Meng Yusheng in front of him, and it may be difficult to find a more stunning beauty in the entire imperial city, or Kyushu.

But he always thought of another face, a face that was not very beautiful, a temper that was not meek and considerate, but that person, those experiences were deeply rooted in his flesh and blood. He can't forget, and he doesn't want to give up easily.

No matter how good Meng Yu is, it is not what he wants after all.

He thought for a long time and said softly: "I know your filial piety to the queen, and I will not forget it." The danger of imperial power is far beyond the control of you and me. You don't have to go to the Meng Mansion for my business, presumably this is not what Prime Minister Meng wants. When Prime Minister Meng Cheng died, His Majesty gave you and me a marriage, I don't want these tricks to mistake you, I will ask Your Majesty to take back the order, whether the punishment is right or wrong, this king alone bears it. ”

Meng Yu's face was a little pale, but she still clenched her hands and said, "Does the prince know the queen's illness, what prescription is needed to solve it?"

He looked at her, only to see the cold words on the flaps of his lips: "Legend has it that the shark pearl in the heart of the shark people in the Middle East."

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The memories came to an abrupt end, and Li Chongzhao no longer remembered how he walked out of the palace or what he thought and did, as if everything was like fate playing with a pair of ruthless hands, arranging everyone to accept this inevitable fate.

He took a step forward, immersing his whole body in the heavens and the earth, and the cold snowflakes fell on his face and brows, and melted in a few moments.

He stroked his thumping heart.

Actually, haven't you figured out what to do?

He told himself quietly.

But from above the heart, through the bones and skin, the stone was radiating a faint warmth.

When I closed my eyes, I noticed that my face was cold. At that moment, he thought he was crying, but he found that it was just snow that melted and ran down the ends of his hair.

When he came back to his senses, a person stood silently behind him.

The man was dressed in black, and he didn't hold an umbrella to avoid the snow, and he didn't know how long he had been standing. The eyebrows and hair were white.

It's sunken wood.

Li Chongzhao glanced at him faintly, and Shen Mu raised his head lightly and met his gaze.

After a long time, Li Chongzhao chuckled.

"Let's go." His voice was the last glimmer of warmth of the night.

One step at a time, leaving dirt on the cleanest white in the world.

Vermilion Daiwa, ninety-one stone steps, three thousand red dust flew by. He couldn't hear it clearly, but it seemed to be Sanskrit, it didn't matter which lama in the temple or which Taoist aunt on the immortal mountain, these distant voices, empty and long, echoed in his ears.

He almost forgot what he was here for.

"Lord Wang, be careful." A soft reminder pulled Li Chongzhao's thoughts back.

It's Meng Yu, and it's only Meng Yu.

He whispered a thank you, but quietly pulled his sleeve out of her hand and put a polite distance from her.

Meng Yu looked at her empty hands, didn't say anything, took care of herself, and held Qingyu's hand and followed behind Li Chongzhao.

Behind her, not far away was the sunken wood. As a subordinate, he could never walk in front of his master, but his spine was straight, and he looked so different from the slave who swept the snow on the stone steps.

Wherever they walked, there were guards and palace maids kneeling on the ground.

Li Chongzhao looked at the snow that could not be swept on the ground, and there was only one thought in his mind: Maybe these people who are respectful on weekdays do not have much sincerity, what do they want to ask for when they put down their self-esteem and come to be slaves?

Do you want a piece of wealth? But why does he already have what most people in the world want, but still feel like he has shackles on him?

He tried to get them all up, but they didn't make a sound.

Because no one dares.

In this imperial city, in the world of the Li family, only his father, the emperor, is the only majesty.

His words actually have no weight, and the favor that the world sees is only the appearance of the superior. He is not the only son of the emperor, but everyone seems to think that the emperor loves him the most, but he knows very well in his heart who his father loves.

Because of love, so protect. He didn't even want to show it, for fear that he would be poisoned by the harem.

His fourth brother is the real winner.

Li Chongzhao laughed self-deprecatingly, but found that the ninety-one stone steps had already been completed. It's like his life has already ended.

That resplendent was where he was going.

However, he saw someone he did not want to see.

It is the fourth prince, Li Chengbian.

He was dressed in court clothes, but he used old fabric. He was ordinary-looking, always looking so inconspicuous and unfavored.

Li Chengbian rubbed his hands in the snow, smiled unexpectedly when he saw Li Chongzhao, walked over in a few steps, and said with concern: "Is the second brother here to see his father?" Manager Su has already reported that his father is having breakfast, and the second brother will have to wait for a while. ”

Li Chongzhao nodded: "It's cold outside, why don't you go to the inner hall and wait?"

Li Chengbian smiled embarrassedly, his face was red from the wind: "I have snow and water all over my body, it is not good to bring the cold air from the outside in, my father is not in good health, and the inner hall is a place where I usually approve and fold, so it is inconvenient." After that, he thought about it again and said, "Besides, it's not too cold when I get to the eaves, and when my father uses the good food, I can go in immediately, and I don't have to make my father wait too long." ”

Li Chongzhao listened attentively.