"Let it go...... Licentious! The Emperor stammered angrily.

He only felt that every word of An Ping was like a knife piercing his heart, stabbing again and again, which made the emperor's heart ache.

He couldn't say anything other than the word "presumptuous" for a while.

The emperor's eyes were cloudy, and he wanted to get up from the couch, but his body didn't obey the call at all, and his shoulders moved slightly by an inch.

The emperor gritted his back molars fiercely and scolded secretly: Are all those ministers in the court dead, and they will actually get Mu Yan's evil seed to the south!

It's over, Mu Yan has gone to the southern border, and he will definitely take the opportunity to take the military power in the southern border.

Now that he has won a great victory in the south, with Mu Yan's military merits and military power, I am afraid that it will be easy for him to lead a large army to force the palace at this moment!

Thinking of this, the emperor's mind was like a marquee of everything eighteen years ago, how he led the army to the Qianqing Palace, how the imperial brother drank a sword in front of him, and how those courtiers knelt down in front of him and called their ministers......

Those civil and military ministers in the court are all grass on the wall, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and the dog is strong, and when Mu Yan leads the southern army to attack the capital, they are afraid that they will all fall to Mu Yan without saying a word.

The throne that he has worked so hard to get, and the prosperous country he has created for so many years, will be taken away by Mu Yan!

The more the emperor thought about it, the more indignant he became, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

"I ...... I'm ...... Emperor Dasheng! The emperor shouted in a strong manner, "Mu Yan ...... Mu Yan is...... Rebels and thieves! The name is not right, and the word is not good. ”

He didn't know if he was deceiving himself or convincing himself with these two sentences.

An looked at the emperor calmly, and suddenly took another step closer towards the emperor.

The emperor watched An Ping walking towards him, his cloudy eyes widened suddenly, and his cheeks trembled on both sides.

At this moment, he was afraid.

He subconsciously looked left and right, now there is no one here, if An Ping plans to kill the king, what should he do?!

"Are you ......" The emperor's face couldn't hide the panic, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Anping, are you...... You want...... Do? ”

Between the words, An Ping had already walked to a place that was only one step away from the dragon couch, and her shadow was cast on the couch, which made the gauze tent slightly dark, and the emperor's fingers subconsciously grabbed the brocade quilt.

Knowing that Emperor Ru Anping immediately saw what the emperor was afraid of, a mocking sneer flashed across Mingyan's face, and said lightly: "Mu Jianming, don't be afraid, this palace won't do it." ”

The emperor immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself in his heart, too, Anping will not bear the name of killing the monarch for the sake of Mu Yan's reputation as a sinister seed.

Yes, Anping didn't dare!

If he dies at this time, others will only suspect that Mu Yan instructed Anping to kill the king, and even if Mu Yan really ascends the throne in the future, he will only be questioned and criticized by the world.

Anping didn't dare to kill himself!

Thinking about it, the heart that the emperor had been hanging from when he dismissed others from Anping fell little by little, and he was relieved.

An Ping looked down at the emperor on the dragon couch with contempt, looked at him as if he was looking at a puddle of mud, and said slowly: "Now you can't sit, you can't act, you can't speak, you can't take care of yourself...... You are worse to live than to die now! ”

"Of course, this palace wants you to live well, suffer a few more years of sin, and let you watch yourself decay little by little...... Only then can the hatred in the heart of this palace be eliminated! ”

The Emperor's breath, which had just calmed down, became rapid again, and he snorted heavily, as if he was about to lose his breath at any moment.

His eyes burst with resentful light, and he really wanted to fly towards Anping and strangle Anping, a slut, with his own hands.

However, as Anping said, he can't even sit up by himself now, and can only watch Anping, a slut, be so arrogant in front of him......

Looking at the emperor's breathless appearance, An Ping only felt happy, and the corners of his red lips curled, "Mu Jianming, let you die now, it's a hundred, wouldn't it be too cheap for you!" ”

"You're right here and watching!"

An Ping said as he turned around, his phoenix eyes similar to Mu Yan were as bright as morning stars.

She wants Mu Jianming to live well, and she wants him to see with his own eyes how her Ah Yan can regain everything that belongs to him, and how her Ah Yan can lead Dasheng to deter barbarians from all directions......

She wants to let Mu Jianming know that he is not worthy of being the emperor of Dasheng at all!

"Anping! You...... You won't ...... Succeeded! ”

The emperor in the rear was still shouting, his voice hoarse and his breath messy.

Anping didn't stop, didn't pay any attention to the emperor, and walked straight out of the dormitory.

In the main hall, Duanmu Fei was eating the peach blossom pastries brought by Yuan Zhiren from the imperial dining room, satisfying the center of the earth: The craftsmanship of the imperial dining room is really good! The rules in this palace are strict, that is, the imperial dining room is nostalgic.

Seeing An Ping come out, everyone, including Duanmu Fei, looked at her.

An Ping beckoned to Duanmu Fei, "Scarlet, let's go." ”

Yuan Zhi hurriedly said: "Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, four girls, our family will send two." ”

While speaking, Yuan Zhi made a gesture to a small waiter on the side without a trace, signaling him to pack up the dim sum for Duanmufei and take it away.

Yuan Zhi personally sent An Ping and Duanmu Fei away from the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Wen Yongju was still in the main hall, looking at the backs of An Ping and Duanmu Fei in a daze.

The sun outside the hall was slanting westward, and the golden-red sunlight was shining directly towards him, which made Wen Yongju a little dazzled.

Wen Yongju's hands were clenched into fists tightly, and his heart was full of thoughts: Now the inner servants and imperial doctors of this Heart Cultivation Hall have all been bought by Cen Yin, and he is the only one who is still loyal to the emperor.

This is a crisis, and it also means that this is his last chance!

Wen Yongju narrowed his eyes and made up his mind in his heart. He must have managed to expose the conspiracy of these rebellious ministers and thieves and rescue the emperor.

The Chengen Mansion has fallen, but the Third Prince and Jiang Deshen are still there...... He's not lost it all yet!

Wen Yongju was thinking about it, when he saw Yuan Zhi send Duanmu Fei and An Ping away, he slowly returned to the main hall and walked towards him.

"Gonggong Wen," Yuan Zhi smiled at Wen Yongju and said, "You have always been loyal to the emperor, so in the future, Gonggong Wen will serve the emperor closely." ”

Wen Yongju's face was overjoyed, and he responded: "The emperor will hand it over to our family to serve." ”

This is a great opportunity for him to show his face in front of the emperor and let the emperor know that he is loyal, and he can also take the opportunity to test the emperor's intentions and see which prince the emperor prefers as the next crown prince.

Even if the emperor really can't do it, he can fight for a dragon's merit.

The more Wen Yongju thought about it, the more excited he became, his heartbeat pounded faster, and he hurried into the emperor's bedroom.

Yuan Zhi in the back casually shook off the dust in his hand, a mocking cold glow flashed under his eyes, looked at a few small attendants in the hall, and slowly dragged a long tone and ordered: "Did you hear it?" ”

"Yes, Gonggong Yuan." The little chamberlains responded again and again.

Wen Yongju opened the curtain and entered the dormitory, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of urine.

The emperor was still lying motionless on the dragon couch, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

This uncomfortable smell of urine emanated from the emperor.

Wen Yongju subconsciously stopped, frowned, and his face changed slightly.

He suddenly remembered that the emperor had been weak since he woke up, and not only could he not sit up, but he couldn't even take care of himself. In order to prevent the emperor from developing bedsores, the imperial physician required the people who served the emperor to turn over the emperor, pat him on the back, massage his limbs every hour, and wipe the emperor's body, change his clothes, and keep it clean twice a day.

Wen Yongju is a great eunuch, he used to be a hundred responses, he has not done this kind of personal service work for many years, and the daily affairs of serving the emperor on weekdays are basically taken care of by those small chamberlains in the Heart Cultivation Palace, he doesn't need to worry about it, he only needs to serve the emperor every day and drink medicine.

At this time, there was a sound of the curtain from behind, and the two little chamberlains came in one after the other, slowly, and saw Wen Yongju without saluting, and walked directly past him.

Wen Yongju's eyebrows were tightly locked, his face sank like water, and he scolded the two little chamberlains: "How do you take care of the emperor?!" Why don't you hurry up and change your clothes for the emperor! Snubbing the emperor, can you afford it?! ”

The two little chamberlains exchanged a look contemptuously, and the long-faced little chamberlain who walked in front pulled the corners of his mouth with a cold expression and said: "Gonggong Wen, Gonggong Yuan just said, in the future, you will be responsible for serving the emperor." His tone sounded polite.

"What a heavy smell of urine!" Another small waiter waved his hand, and said in a strange manner, "Gonggong Wen, your nose is okay, don't you smell it?" The emperor is incontinent, why don't you hurry up and wipe the emperor and change his clothes! Snubbed the emperor, can you afford it? ! He did not politely return all the words that Fang Cai Wen Yongju said.

"Presumptuous!" Wen Yongju's face was pale, he didn't expect the two lowly servants to dare to treat him like this, so he raised his hand high without thinking about it, and he was about to throw it out with a slap......

However, as soon as Wen Yongju's hand was raised, the small-eyed little chamberlain grabbed his right wrist with a quick hand, like an iron tong.

"Hey," the little chamberlain shook his head disappetively and sighed, "Grandpa Wen, you don't take good care of the emperor, and you still have time to play prestige here!" ”

"You...... You ......" Wen Yong gathered so much that the green tendons between his neck appeared from time to time, only to feel a sharp pain on his right wrist, as if he was about to be pinched and broken by the other party, and inhaled his airway, "Presumptuous, let go of our family!" ”

Wen Yongju and the two little chamberlains confronted each other and argued, he didn't notice that the emperor's face on the dragon couch was even more ugly, and his eyes were gloomy.

Now even this rootless eunuch dares to snub him like this! The emperor gritted his teeth, trembling like chaff, and the words that Fang Anping said echoed in his mind:

"Now you can't sit, you can't act, you can't speak, you can't take care of yourself...... You are worse to live than to die now! ”

"Of course this palace wants you to live well, suffer a few more years of sin, and let you watch yourself decay little by little......"

At this moment, the hatred in the emperor's heart surged, and he hated Wen Yongju together, and he repeatedly recited "Anping" in his heart, over and over again.

On the other side, after An Ping left the Yangxin Palace, he did not leave the palace immediately, but went to the Qianqing Palace with Duanmufei.

In front of the Qianqing Palace, an empty and flat, Anping and Duanmu Fei walked in front of the white marble carved railings on both sides, their eyes looked at the Qianqing Palace in front of them, the eaves were warped, the carved railings were made of jade, a group of gorgeous and majestic, solemn and majestic royal style.

Anping hasn't been here for many, many years.

Back then, Emperor Chongming was drinking swords and killing himself in the Qianqing Palace, and all the palace maids who served the Emperor Chongming were all killed, and this place was full of blood.

After so many years, there is no trace of blood here, and there is no smell of blood, but An Ping felt that the end of her nose was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made her almost breathless.

An Ping stopped five or six zhang away from the Qianqing Palace, and Duanmu Fei silently accompanied him without saying a word.

Eighteen years have passed, and the original scene is still fresh in Anping's memory, as clear as if it happened yesterday.

On the ninth day of September of that year, she secretly sneaked into the palace from the secret passage, at that time, Mu Jianming had already led troops to the Baohe Palace, because Wei Yongxin, the deputy commander of the forbidden army, rebelled and killed Zheng Xuan, the commander of the forbidden army at that time, and the situation was critical.

At that time, she was eight months pregnant, and she had suffered from abdominal pain from the previous day, and in the secret passage, she gave birth prematurely, giving birth to a stillborn child.

It was a good-looking baby boy...... It's just that he has no connection with this world.

Thinking about it, An Ping couldn't help but raise his hand and stroked his flat lower abdomen, and a thick sadness filled his eyes.

Later, she rushed to the Qianqing Palace despite her weak body after giving birth, and when she arrived, the imperial sister-in-law had just given birth to a baby boy, and the imperial brother asked her to take the child away.

At that time, Anping had already seen that the situation was irreversible.

She suddenly felt that the stillborn baby she gave birth to at this time was an opportunity given to them by God, so she exchanged her child with the child of her brother and sister-in-law, and took Ah Yan, who had just been born, as her own child, and carried her back to the princess's mansion from the secret passage.

When Ah Yan was eight years old, she told him the truth, and she let him choose what to do for himself......

He can go through this life as the son of a princess, and he doesn't have to take such a difficult path......

An Ping raised his head and looked at the plaque in front of him with three gold lacquer characters written "Qianqing Palace" in a daze.

Ah Yan is the son of the emperor's brother after all, and he chose a difficult and thorny road.

He has paid countless blood and tears in places that others can't see to get to where he is today.

"Ah Yan, he's so good!"

An Ping suddenly sighed in a low voice, his black phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were amazingly bright.

Her Ah Yan is so good, even if the child doesn't survive, she has no regrets in her life.

"Well, Ah Yan is really good!" Duanmu Fei echoed solemnly.

An Ping turned his head to look at Duanmu Fei, hooked his lips and smiled, and raised his hand to help her with the wind-blown hibiscus silk flower on her sideburns.

Duanmu showed off beautifully: "Your Highness, it's good-looking, right?" My sister made it for me. My sister has made a lot, and I will bring a few flowers to His Highness when I go to the house another day. ”

Hearing Duanmu Fei mention Duanmu Xuan, An Ping's heart suddenly moved, hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Scarlet, your sister and Cen ......"

Halfway through the words, An Ping choked again, she heard Ah Yan casually mention it, saying that Xue Zhao was a little unusual to Duanmujun. Duanmufei, this little girl, is very clever on weekdays, but she is very slow when she encounters certain things...... An Ping silently shed tears of sympathy for his son in his heart.

Although An Ping didn't say anything further, Duanmu Fei knew what she was talking about as soon as he heard "Cen", and nodded with a smile: "Sister said that Cen Gongzi is very good." ”

Very good? An Ping was stunned, is it the kind of "good" she thinks?

From Duanmu Fei's smiling eyebrows, An Ping got the answer and smiled.

Her gorgeous face became more dazzling and radiant with this smile.

That's great! Ah Zhao's child is too bitter, if he can get his wish, it will be good.

"Everything's fine!" An Ping sighed from the bottom of his heart, looked at the Qianqing Palace in front of him again, and said in his heart: "Brother Huang, sister-in-law, have you ever seen in the Spirit of Heaven that Ah Yan and Ah Zhao are very good.

When Ah Yan comes back from the south, it is time for everyone to return, and it is time for him and the little girl to get married.

The corners of Anping's lips curled higher, eager to try.

All is well!

The sun slanting to the west set a little in the western sky, and the sky was filled with a gorgeous sunset, and the setting sun gilded the Qianqing Palace and the two people in front of the Qianqing Palace with a halo like gold leaf, like a dream.

The air was peaceful and peaceful.

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The monthly pass red envelope has not been received yet~~

Volume 5 is over, and it's worth celebrating! Let's add more in the afternoon.

The end of the fifth volume of the original outline was Feng Yan's return to Beijing, but after writing the outline, he found that it would be better to end here. The sixth volume is the last.