Su Qiyu even moved Jiang Li's ice coffin out together, and Cang Zimeng was still thinking about how he escaped the eyes of those guards in the palace.

Because the dungeon was deliberately renovated and became even colder, Cangzi Meng was wrapped in three layers of cotton cloak by Yan Mingjiu from the inside to the outside before entering, and was wrapped like a zongzi.

Yan Mingjiu simply added a piece of clothing, which did not affect his personable image at all.

This made Cangzimeng couldn't help but complain: "I'm not afraid of cold ......."

The summers in Hokuaki are short, and the winters are long. Where people are more resistant to cold than people in the other three countries because of their living environment, Cangzi Dream is the same.

Yan Mingjiu pursed his thin lips, only smiled lightly and did not speak, and walked quietly beside Cangzimeng.

After all, he can't say that it is to prevent the fetus from being cold, and now Cangzi Meng's body is very expensive.

After Cangzi Meng saw his father and the queen mother, he ran to the side of the imperial brother for a while.

"Brother Huang, you must take care of your father and mother over there, I know that I have made trouble for you before, and I have let you carry the black pot in front of my father, but you are not allowed to blame me, and you are not allowed to speak ill of me! Zimeng is here, and he will avenge our Beizhao, don't worry. ”

When Yan Mingjiu saw Cangzi Meng's appearance, he felt that she was chatting with a normal person, and he didn't feel that the person opposite had been asleep for a long time.

He walked to the ice coffin of the Northern Dynasty Emperor and looked at the majestic face in the ice coffin.

He secretly said in his heart: "Uncle Cang, I will take care of Zimeng and the child in her belly." I hope that you will forgive me in the spirit of heaven and bless our child for the safe birth. ”

Cang Zimeng said a long conversation in front of his imperial brother, and turned his head to find Yan Mingjiu standing in front of his father in a daze, so he stepped forward and walked to his side: "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold."

Cangzimeng gave him a slap in the face, he felt cold when he was wrapped into a dumpling, how could he not feel it when he was wearing so little.

"When are they going to go?"

"Tomorrow." Wait until tomorrow, the Nansheng court will change greatly, and it will be the time for Jiang Li to abdicate. No one will find out that the people in the Ice Palace have been replaced, and it is also the best time for Cangzi Meng to get out.

Cang Zimeng nodded: "After sending them back to Ximu, they will be buried directly, and there is no need to wait for us to go back." ”

This funeral dragged on for too long, and Cangzimeng felt that he felt a little more guilty a day late.

"Okay, let's go back, it's not appropriate to stay here for long."

Cold accidental humidification is the two most unfavorable for pregnant women, so Yan Mingjiu said that he had to wrap Cangzi Meng tightly, like a moving meat dumpling.

No matter how reluctant Cangzi Meng is, in Yan Mingjiu's eyes, her angry appearance is very cute.

Before leaving, Cangzimeng looked back at his mother, and the corners of his lips rose with a meaningful arc.

The next day, the ministers above the early dynasty did not wait for their emperor, but the queen who had always been inseparable from the emperor's side, Murong Lian.

"The emperor is not feeling well, and the early dynasty has been handed over to the national ruler in recent days, what is the point of the ministers?"

Murong Lian stood in front of the dragon chair, without the slightest shadow of a bird in front of outsiders.

Now she has completely transformed into a woman who is above 10,000 people under one person, and she no longer has to think about what others think of her, and she no longer has to smile with a hypocritical mask.

A minister standing at the front came out and said directly: "May I ask the queen, what happened to the emperor?"

Murong Lian pretended to hesitate and thought for a moment, and then said with a worried eye: "Since you want to know, then the palace will not hide it, the emperor's smallpox has not been cured, and the palace was robbed for no reason before, which makes the emperor's condition even more serious, and he needs to recuperate for some time."

After she finished speaking, there was an uproar in the court.

Someone whispered to each other, "It seems that the emperor is really sick this time, and even the queen has come out." ”

"You know what, I don't know who used what means."

The minister who asked the question just now couldn't find a flaw, so he had to change the topic. "I see, dare to ask Niangniang, and hand over all the state affairs to the Lord Guozhang to deal with, is it also the emperor's intention?"

"Yes, if you don't believe it, you can ask the emperor yourself."

Everyone knew that smallpox was contagious, and no one would want to rush to death.

Everyone is not stupid, whether Jiang Li has a recurrence of the old disease or what happened to him, no one can be sure. Even so, no one wants to take the risk.

After all, now that Jiang Li is in their hands, the military power has long been held in the palm of Guozhang's hand, and no one dares to be this upfront bird to openly oppose Guozhang and the forces in his shadows.

With a false smile on his face, the prince walked to the middle and turned to face the ministers.

"Before the emperor recovers, the old body will definitely live up to your expectations and help the emperor handle government affairs well......"

"Hmph, hypocrisy."

Someone whispered sarcastically at the court, and the voice happened to be heard by the abbot.

Guozhang smiled, secretly remembering the man's face.

At this time, Jiang Li was locked up in a dungeon, this place he had never been to before, and he could be sure that he was not in the palace now.

The vision in front of me changed from blurry to clear, gradually taking on a dark and damp scene.

The locked iron door had grown mottled rust, a rat's head popped up from time to time in the large and small holes in the wall, and water kept dripping down somewhere on the roof, falling on Jiang Li's face one by one, and then sliding down from his cheeks to wet a large collar.

The chains on both wrists were new, cold and thick, and there were a few bruises on the wrists.

"What the hell is this place? Come! Let me out! Come! ”

He now has the strength to shout, but not enough to shock people's hearts.

Footsteps approached, accompanied by the sound of a man swearing.

"What are you shouting, Lao Tzu's good dreams have been noisy by you, and you still think you are the emperor, and the prisoners still want to get out of here."

Jiang Li stopped shouting and looked at the comer.

The man was tall and had a scar on the wing of his nose.

He recognized at a glance that the man was the guard of the Imperial Palace.

Because the man was wearing the clothes of the Governor's Mansion, and he still had the sword of the guard hanging from his waist.

"Are you from Mufu?"

This time, he didn't call it the Koujo Mansion.

Perhaps in Jiang Li's heart, the word Guozhang has completely become his own shame yesterday.

The abbot's mansion, which is so ornately decorated that it is comparable to the imperial palace, has always been in awe of him, and regards him as an elder, and the abbot who cares more about him than his biological father is an illusion.

"Nonsense, is it still your soldier? You, Nan Sheng, will die sooner or later, so don't think about being an emperor anymore, and enjoy the time you live now. Hehe. With that, the man left, leaving behind a sarcastic laugh.

Jiang Li was completely decadent, lying on the damp ground, and his limbs were not vigilant.

Now he desperately wants it to be just a dream, and when he wakes up from the dream, everything is there.

Lian'er is still his Lian'er, just waiting for the child in her belly to be born, he can give the emperor the best in the world, and he will definitely not be as indifferent as his father who doesn't care about warmth.

But the cold touch of his body to the ground told him that everything in front of him was real.

He completely believed that Murong Lian, who had been with him for many years, was just a fine work, just for this day.

But Jiang Li only understood one thing, so far, he didn't hate Murong Lian at all?

Murong Lian...... What the hell are you doing with me? ”

Now that I think about it, a lot of things make sense.

Why is Murong Lian so concerned about Guozhang, and why is she never too intimate with herself in front of Guozhang. And why is the national abbot about to be forty years old, but he has the appearance of a double ten teenager.

Everything makes sense.

In the past, Jiang Li did not investigate any clues about the suspicion of their identities, but now the facts are in front of him, and even fools can see it.

Their identities have become a mystery again in Jiang Li.

The mystery may soon be revealed, but Jiang Li has given up completely.

He was tired.

For the sake of imperial power, he fought for so many years, taking advantage of one person after another who trusted him, and killing one person after another who stood in his way.

His father is like this, his brothers and sisters are like this, and those who have loved him have not received good results.

Even he himself was teased and ended up in this situation.

It seems that what my father once said is right, as a man, if you want to be unimpressed, you should not put your heart on women.

But his compassion for the throne was entirely for Murong Lian, if it wasn't for Murong Lian, maybe nothing would have changed.

He is still just a prince who lives in the admiration of the world, and may follow his father's arrangement to marry a well-off wife.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li naturally thought of Cangzi Meng.

He really hated the haughty princess, and he was the only one who felt he was indebted.

The monogamous law of the Northern Dynasty seemed to Nan Sheng to be a ridiculous joke, but Jiang Li witnessed the happiness of those people in the Northern Dynasty with his own eyes.

I also witnessed Cangzi Meng's love being held in the palm of everyone's hands, she was born to be pampered and grew up, enjoying the best things between her relatives.

This is completely different from Jiang Li, Jiang Li will never forget the days when her mother was left out in the cold, and she has never felt what fatherly love is.

So it's not so much that he hates Cangzi Meng, it's more appropriate to describe it as jealousy.

Seeing a person who was originally untouchable being destroyed by his own hands, Jiang Li was not very happy.

He personally climbed the mountains and mountains to the cliff where she fell, but did not find her bones.

Once Jiang Li thought about whether she would really marry her back to Nansheng if she didn't have Murong Lian, and what would the result be?

Confused, he heard the sound of chains colliding, Jiang Li opened his eyes, and saw that the door of the cell was opened by a stranger.

"Who are you?"

"You don't have to know this, anyway, I'm here to get you out."

After speaking, he swung his sword and cut the chain on Jiang Li's wrist, his sword glowing with silver light, and cutting the iron chain was as easy as cutting through the mud.

"Let's go, time is pressing."

Before Jiang Li could move, he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up and walked out. Jiang Li instinctively resisted his pull: "Who are you?" Who sent you? ”

He looked at this person seriously, dressed in dark red clothes, with a white jade flute pinned to his waist, acting decisively, not like he was instructed by someone.