This sentence can't help but contain too much.

Yan Chong's eyes flashed, and he arched his hand and said, "Your Majesty's words are serious, and you understand that Your Majesty is also in love." To this day, it's just a matter of making people. ”

Even so, he called ...... Your Majesty, after all these years, when has he been so behaving? Especially in this imperial study, only their uncle and nephew are at this time?

Emperor Yonghe smiled bitterly, "Jing'anhou's injury has finally stabilized, I have already asked Feng Yuanshou, there is no problem to move carefully, Yan Yu has also come to ask for a decree, if you really feel that there is a lot of inconvenience in the palace, you can take him out of the palace, I will let Feng Yuanshou go over to take care of him from time to time, if you are not at ease, Zhuang Lao can also go back to Jing'anhou's Mansion first." ”

Yan Chong turned his head to look at Emperor Yonghe, his eyes flashing with a little ghostly light, "It's enough to have the head of the Feng Courtyard to watch over him from time to time, my master, let him stay in the palace!" Your Majesty's body should also be paid attention to at all times. ”

After a few months, it seems to have been a lifetime.

He lost a lot of weight, broke a leg, and was covered in wounds all over his body, even on his heart.

And how good is Emperor Yonghe? When he left, he was still at the peak of spring and autumn, but when he came back, his face was full of vicissitudes, and even his sideburns had added a lot of frost?

He took the world as a game, but he also dedicated himself to the chess game, and now, Daliang has solved internal and external troubles, but he himself has paid more than two sons, but also his own health, and even longevity.

Emperor Yonghe naturally heard the concern in Yan Chong's words, and his expression was more moved.

It's just that before he could think about it, he saw that Yan Chong actually threw away the crutches in his hand, slid down from the chair, and knelt on the ground.

What's to be done? Emperor Yonghe almost blurted out the question, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed it alive again, what did he want to do? How can I not guess?

Sure enough, after Yan Chong knelt down, he said, "Your Majesty is benevolent, Yan Chong is not talented, there are two things, asking Your Majesty for mercy." ”

Emperor Yonghe was silent, and finally knew that he had no power to return to the sky, so he closed his eyes before answering in a deep voice, "Say." ”

Such a result was expected by Yan Chong, therefore, his expression remained unchanged, and he still said calmly and calmly, "The minister knows that the chaos of Daliang was mostly related to Ye Zhun before, but now that he is dead, the deceased is the greatest, and I also ask Your Majesty to return his body in large quantities, so that he can be buried as soon as possible." ”

Everyone is dead, and Emperor Yonghe will naturally not be embarrassed anymore, not to mention, what he cares more about is the clear distinction in Fang Cai Yan Chong's words, he is still Yan Chong, Ye Zhun, and Ye Zhun.

There are some things that will never be turned out, and there is no need to turn them out again.

Emperor Yonghe seemed to sigh and responded, "Accurate." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yan Chong slammed his head on the ground with a bang.

His leg was already injured, and when he knelt like this, he couldn't stand it, and his face turned a little pale.

Only his expression has not changed at all, he is still firm and calm.

"What about the second one?" Emperor Yonghe stared at him and asked in a deep voice.

Yan Chong paused, then straightened up and said, "The minister injured his leg, even if he is healed, I am afraid that he will be left with a cripple, and in the future, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to gallop on the battlefield and be loyal to the country. As he spoke, he leaned down again and touched his forehead to the ground.

In the study, it was quiet, too quiet.

This quietness made Pei Jinzhen very uneasy, sitting under the eaves, stretching his neck from time to time to look at that place.

I can't count how many times I've watched it, but there is still no movement.

Pei Jinzhen knew very well that although Ye Zhun fell off the city wall to save Brother Sheng'er, his death was doomed from the moment his identity was revealed and he stepped out of the imperial study safely.

He died for them, for her and Yan Chong, and Brother Sheng, and the child in her womb.

He used his death to reach some kind of consensus with Emperor Yonghe.

Now that he's dead, it stands to reason that they'll be fine.

However, Pei Jinzhen has never been able to settle down in his heart. In the past, she did not regard Emperor Yonghe as a pure emperor, but regarded him more as an elder.

However, she later learned that there was nothing wrong with the unpredictable sentence of Jun's heart.

What will happen to Emperor Yonghe, she really doesn't know. There is also Yan Chong's temperament, because of the previous events, as well as Ye Zhun's death, he was depressed and indignant, if he brought something out between his actions and annoyed His Majesty, then ......

Although she is not afraid of life and death, she has also made up her mind, no matter what the result is, they are always in one place, and she faces it with him.

But...... Her hand gently caressed her slightly bulging abdomen, and her eyes darkened slightly.

If they can live well, who really wants to die?

When he was thinking about it, he saw that the people around him were bowing down, and when he looked back, it was Queen Zheng who came, and she hurriedly got up and saluted.

Before she could bow down, Empress Zheng had already helped her up, "This palace heard that the time has come back, and you have come to the palace, so come over and have a look." ”

"Thank you for your concern." Pei Jinzhen replied, and at the same time turned his head to look in the direction of the imperial study.

Empress Zheng then looked over, comprehended, took her hand and said, "Anyway, the time is back safely, and the palace wants to say 'congratulations' to you." ”

Pei Jinzhen's heart moved, looked at Empress Zheng, his mind slowly calmed down, and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

The atmosphere in the imperial study was not so quiet.

Emperor Yonghe stared at Yan Chong for a long time, his face gradually turning blue, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

There was a clear anger in his voice a few degrees lower than usual, but Yan Chong's expression was still peaceful, and he repeated Fang Cai's words again, "The minister is no longer suitable to be the prince of the Marquis of Jing'an, and I also ask Your Majesty to change Yan Yu to the prince." ”

"Shut up! Yan Yuan! Yan Qiao, why is he? The green tendons on Emperor Yonghe's forehead were already violent, and his tone was no longer calm, "Although he was born in the Jing'an Hou Mansion, when did he lead soldiers and fight?" Over the years, you and Yan Cen drank wind and sand and died, and when he died for a lifetime, he was just his noble son in Fengjing City! Why did he inherit the Jing'an Hou Mansion, you tell me, why is he? ”

"Just because his surname is Yan." Yan Chong replied in a deep voice.

In a word, Emperor Yonghe choked.

Yan Chong raised his head and quietly looked at Emperor Yonghe, "The military exploits of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion were saved by my father and brother, if my brother is still here, then everything is easy to say." But now, my brother is gone, and I am no longer suitable to inherit the title, so why can't Yan Yu? He is a descendant of the Yan family. Not to mention ......"

Yan Chong paused before he said again, "I retreat, I can rest assured, Your Majesty, you can also rest assured." ”

Emperor Yonghe's face changed a few times, and after a while, he asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Although Yan Chong's face was pale, he still knelt straight, just holding his neck and not responding.

The last trace of patience of Emperor Yonghe was exhausted, and he raised his hand to grab a tea cup in his hand, and smashed it hard towards the ground.