Hearing Qi Jingyang say this, Rongfu and Kongyan both glanced at each other, it is indeed a lot late now, and it is right that Qi Jingyang has no thoughts, besides, Zhao Peiyu has just died, and he hanged himself in order to protect Qi Jingyang.

None of them could have imagined how much pain and sadness Zhao Peiyu had endured, and how determined she was to hang Bai Aya on the beam.

Everyone didn't dare to say anything, Qi Jingyang's body felt tired, turned around and left.

Against the light, I only saw his outline, and under a closer look, the ink-colored hair rose slightly with the wind, and a hosta tied up black hair like a waterfall, with picturesque eyebrows, bright as stars, a pair of thin lips pursed, but the face was cold, so ethereal and cold, like a snowflake in winter, clear and quiet, beautiful and thrilling, but extraordinary dust.

In the eyes of everyone, the former prince Qi Jingyang is high-spirited young man, although his temper is a little worse, he can usually be regarded as a cheerful teenager, he loves poetry and songs, enjoys flowers and drinks, if Qi Jingyang was only born in an ordinary rich and noble family, maybe now his talent will be famous in the Heavenly Dynasty, and he will not force himself to look like a person or a ghost for hatred and fighting for the throne with Qi Jingqin.

Thinking like this, Kong Yan and Rongfu couldn't help but have a trace of regret in their hearts, Qi Jingyang didn't do anything bad from the beginning, it was the identity of this prince and the Empress Mingxian Lu Chengxiang who kept pushing Qi Jingyang to move forward, if Qi Jingyang had changed identities with Qi Jingqin from the beginning, maybe he wouldn't need to be like this - at that time, Qi Jingyang, who was the prince, must have already traveled all over the world and became famous all over the world, maybe Lu Fushuang would not have died of illness, and Lu Gaohong would not have been executed, Zhao Peiyu may accompany Qi Jingyang to travel the world together, and all the intrigues will disappear.

Qi Jingyang had no intention of fighting for the throne, when he was a child, he didn't have any concept of the throne, and he didn't have any sense of crisis about his position as the crown prince, at that time, Qi Jingyang and Qi Jingqin would always tease Qi Wangshu together, play together, lie on the same bed and sleep, and the relationship was as good as the biological brothers of ordinary people.

But I never thought that when I grew up, Qi Jingyang and Qi Jingqin actually fought for a throne, and the city was full of ups and downs, and Qi Jingyang lost everything about himself, but Qi Jingqin's heart and current situation are not necessarily very good.

"It was wrong from the beginning...... Rong Fu has been in the palace for most of the year, but he didn't expect to move out of the palace when he was about to be on duty in the East Palace until his death, looking at Qi Jingyang's distraught back, he couldn't help but sigh.

Kong Yan glanced at Rong Fu, and then said, "Actually, now may be the best for the prince. ”

Kong Yan is Qi Jingyang's scholar, he has been by Qi Jingyang's side since he was a child, unlike Rongfu, who is accompanied by Qi Jingyang as an elder, he can best understand Qi Jingyang's current heart, the current Qi Jingyang doesn't have to think about how to win the throne, just think about spending the rest of his life well, the emperor will definitely forgive him, after all, he is the only child of Empress Mingxian, even if Qi Jingqin ascends to the throne in the future, it must not be for the emperor's sake, Qi Jingqin has always been unwilling to hurt Qi Jingyang, This has been the case from the beginning, presumably it will be the case when Qi Jingqin ascends to the throne in the future, and now he only needs Qi Jingyang to put his mind at ease, abandon the past, and spend the rest of his life in the "Chung Wangfu".

Rong Fu glanced at him sideways, thinking that Kong Yan was still too young, and now the deceased former crown princess Zhao Peiyu poisoned and poisoned the prince Qi Jingqin, and was mistakenly drunk by Princess Liang Huanqing of the poisoned wine, but he never thought that Liang Huanqing was pregnant, so that even if Zhao Peiyu was dead, but Qi Jingqin would never let go of Qi Jingyang, Liang Huanqing's injury was so serious, even if his life was saved, the child in his belly would definitely not be saved, Even if Qi Jingqin is not for Liang Huanqing and for that child, it will never be possible to treat Qi Jingyang as well as before.

The child in Liang Huanqing's belly is the first royal grandson of the Qi royal family during the Bingyu period, in Xia Rongxin's eyes, this will definitely be a bargaining chip, but now that he has been poisoned by Zhao Peiyu, even if Qi Bingyu has forgiven Qi Jingyang and them, but Xia Rongxin will definitely not let go of Qi Jingyang, and now that Zhao Peiyu is dead, all the contradictions are entangled in Qi Jingyang.

In addition to Xia Rongxin and Qi Jingqin, there are also Liang Fengmian and Qin Yuandao in the court, as well as countless officials and soldiers behind them, although they are now highly meritorious, but fortunately, they are also thinking about the heavenly dynasty one by one, and the current heavenly dynasty relies on them These capable people, Qi Bingyu has taken the lead in disposing of Qi Jingyang, and has preserved Qi Jingyang's identity and life on the bright side, but it is not sure what they will do to Qi Jingyang in order to avenge Liang Huanqing.

What Kong Yan sees now is that Qi Jingyang is finally going to live the stable life he wants, but in Rongfu's eyes, instability has really begun, and now in this situation, Qi Jingyang has no chance to take the throne, which means that as long as the emperor dies, all their dissatisfaction will be overwhelming towards Qi Jingyang.

Rongfu can't forget that when he was still serving in Qianning Palace, the emperor had just ascended the throne, and he executed and exiled several princes one after another...... And the fate of those princes is probably the fate of Qi Jingyang......

"Don't think about it, pack up and ......hang the white flags" Rongfu shook his head, and whispered as he walked: "Out of the palace, those are all according to the rules of the people, when the prince was given the house, the king sang and laughed in Beijing, just the housewarming banquet was held for three days and three nights, it was the prime year of Bingyu, we can't compare, except for the death of the princess, from the prince to the prince, from the east palace to the palace of the prince, it is not a happy event......

Zhao Peiyu's body was carried to the mourning hall, where the corpse of the prince was once placed, but now it is Zhao Peiyu's corpse that is asleep, the mourning hall has already hung up the white flag, everyone placed Zhao Peiyu in the middle of the mourning hall, Han Yao knelt aside and cried silently.

Zhao Peiyu has no family in Shangjing, and there are no heirs under her knees, and now only Han Yao and the palace maids of Heyuan are mourning behind her.

At this time, the sky had just dawned, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on the mourning hall.

Carved jade for the coffin, Wenzi for the coffin, Feng Yu Zhang for the theme, hair armor for the piercing, the old and weak bear the soil, the temple food is too strong, and the city of ten thousand households is enshrined. The palace musicians sang in unison, the yellow paper was all over the sky, and the crying was mournful. A cadre of people are all dressed in white linen, nine steps and one button, in order to set an example of filial piety.

All the hustle and bustle behind him had nothing to do with Qi Jingyang, he walked alone to the courtyard where he lived, this is the courtyard of the former Qianwangye, and it has not been inhabited for decades, but according to the dexterity of the design of the courtyard at that time, the courtyard is still refreshing.

I saw that the entrance is a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps are spread into a road. There are two or three small rooms above, one bright and two dark, and there are beds and chairs in them. There is a small door from the inside room, and out there is the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There were two more small regressions. A gap suddenly opens under the wall of the backyard, the clear spring is a faction, the ditch is only a few feet, poured into the wall, around the edge of the house to the front yard, circling under the bamboo.

Qi Jingyang walked into the room, the whole room was hung with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with gold flowers, presumably his imperial uncle must also be a person who likes to travel the world and has an uninhibited soul in his body.

In the recess of the room, there was something like a couch, on which lay several Arabian swords, the scabbards were gilded, and the hilts were inlaid with dazzling gems; A Venetian glass lamp hangs from the ceiling, charming in shape and color; Foot on a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; Several curtains hung in front of the door, and another door led to a second room, which seemed to be magnificently illuminated.

The backyard is full of herbs, there is a planned medicine garden, the windows are not completely closed, after a night of dew wetting, the backyard came with the fragrance of the earth and the smell of herbs, Qi Jingyang and this Uncle Qianhuang have never met, but he can see his preferences from the furnishings of his current palace, and his soul is also empathizing with Uncle Qianhuang who left decades ago.

When I think Uncle Qianhuang left, he was as old as himself, and he was the age of playfulness.

Qi Jingyang continued to walk inside, and the second room was simply furnished, but it was gorgeous. The room is round, against the wall, with a ring of fixed benches. The benches, the walls, and the ceilings were covered with magnificent animal skins, which were as soft as the most precious carpets; Among them, there are lion skins with fluffy manes, tiger skins with colorful stripes, leopard skins scattered with beautiful flowers that have appeared in front of Qi Jingyang, bear skins and fox skins in the great forests of Northeast China; The skins were laid out on top of each other, as if walking on the grassiest racetrack, or lying on the most extravagant bed.

The gloomy window faced the same courtyard, with the same fence, and between the balustrades was a cobweb, perhaps twenty-five years old, and the twenty-five years, originally green curtain, had faded because of its attachment to the sun. Next to the window was the same black table, covered with a tablecloth that had been green before, but was now spotted.

On the table was a large black inkwell and a large pile of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, all fixed on a single seat, and there was a large bookshelf next to it, which was full of the collection and ink treasures of the former prince of Qian.

There was also a pair of brass candlesticks next to it, and no one used it to light the candle anymore, and no one used it to cut the wick with a pair of copper scissors. An iron bed with a thin mattress hung a curved bow and arrow that looked like it had never been used.

On the walls hung a curtain embroidered with hunting pictures in gold and silver threads, and the embroidery was considered the most exquisite at the time. The bed was covered with an equally rich silk sheet, surrounded by a short purple curtain. The chairs also have colourful covers, one of which is particularly tall and has an openwork ivory footstool in front. There were at least four silver lampstands, lit with tall candles, illuminating the room.

Qi Jingyang stood in front of this wall and watched, thinking about what kind of life Uncle Qianhuang had lived, if Byte Set was not a prince from the beginning, would it be much easier than him?

Qi Jingyang turned around again, only to see a fragrant smoke in the big Xuan furnace, curling and rising. The wall coat on the east side is bathed in the sun's rays, and the gold and splendid scenery attached to it reflect the dazzling brilliance. There is a painting of Chen Soweng's ink dragon hanging in the middle hall, and the image of teeth and claws is about to fly down. The west wall is a landscape of horses and horses, the kind of soft and soft brushstrokes, straight to protrude the silk surface, making people forget that they are sitting in the courtyard of the Beijing city, very comfortable.

Looking around again, Qi Jingyang's body was also tired, so he returned to the dormitory to rest, the style of this dormitory is still the same as the former Qianwang lived in, and the servants of the Qianwang Mansion also hurriedly cleaned up after receiving the order.

I saw that the cloud top sandalwood in the dormitory was the beam, the crystal jade was the lamp, the pearl was the curtain, and the fan gold was the pillar base. The six-foot-wide agarwood bed is hung next to the shark silk treasure tent, and the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, and the wind is moving, like falling clouds and mountains and phantom seas. The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts. There is a huge bright moon pearl hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining brightly, like a bright moon. The ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, chiseled into a lotus, the flowers become the appearance of a five-stemmed lotus, the petals are fresh and exquisite, even the stamens are delicate and recognizable, and the barefoot step is only warm and moist, it is actually chiseled into the warm jade of Lantian, straight like the jade lotus step by step, comparable to the extravagance of Pan Yuer's golden lotus step by step. Such a poor workmanship is extremely beautiful, showing the royal luxury.

After Qi Jingyang walked around the Qianwang Mansion, he couldn't help but feel some of his father's good intentions, maybe from the beginning, he was similar to Uncle Qianhuang, yearning for a free and easy life, yearning for simple poverty and luxury, but Qi Jingyang has been struggling in the position of the prince, and has been imprisoned in the East Palace for decades, and he can't accept such dazzling sunshine in his heart.

Qi Jingyang's heart is now full of hatred, the advice of Empress Mingxian and Prime Minister Lu Cheng all poured into his mind at this moment, the scene of the Qianwang Mansion was not enough for him to linger, Qi Jingyang clearly knew at this time that his situation was very dangerous, as long as Qi Jingqin ascended the throne, he would definitely not let himself go.

The father thought that he could live forever by hiding himself in the Qianwang Mansion and giving himself a prosperous, rich and stable life without fighting with Qi Jingqin, but Qi Jingyang knew Qi Jingqin too well, and he was not such a person who would let him go easily.

Thinking like this, Qi Jingyang is about to start coming up with a careful plan, to make Xia Rongxin and Qi Jingqin pay the price, he doesn't expect to take back everything he has lost, but begs not to let Xia Rongxin and Qi Jingqin have a good time.

Qi Jingyang sat alone for a while, when a book on the table was blown away by the wind, his eyes were scattered on the open pages, and the morning sun was scattered on his eyelashes.

But his eyes were full of bottomless gloom, and what flickered was heartbreaking sadness. Slowly raising his eyes, he could see that in his dark black pupils, a painful past was quietly hidden. From the eyes that seemed calm, even ruthless, and indifferent, there was a refracted face of concern. With the corners of his mouth and a face without a hint of a smile, people can't help but feel that Qi Jingyang has experienced too many things.

With such eyes to accompany the blue sky without a trace of clouds, the eyes are sealed into the vast resentment; Gazing at the greenery of the treetops with such eyes, the misery of new life melts into the eyes; With such eyes reflecting the mirror-like lake, he saw the scene in the lake thoroughly, but he couldn't resolve his depression.

Qi Jingyang thought of those who had died because of himself, he supported his head with his hands, and after a while, he began to whimper again, and once again tried to hide his pain with his hands, his occasional sobs turned into continuous low crying.

He cried like this, and his fists slowly clenched, like the determination he was bound to achieve.

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It was just dawn, and the news of the abolition of the crown prince had not yet spread, and the news that the emperor was critically ill came out of the Qinzheng Palace......