The garden of the Sheng Palace, once the most colorful part of the palace, used to be held here every year, but now it is overgrown with weeds.

The more precious the flowers, the more fragile they are, and no one takes care of them, even the grass is not as good.

Zhu Li was skinny and coughed incessantly.

Since the mother concubine failed to take advantage of his father's stroke to make him the crown prince on a whim, he has never seen his mother again, nor has he left the gate of King Sheng's palace.

He was placed under house arrest.

Without family affection, without friends, without the days to come, life is better than death!

He was like a walking corpse, so he gradually became addicted to smoking.

But smoking tobacco leaves can't dispel the resentment in my heart, but it makes this resentment more stubborn and intense.

"Lord Wang, good news, great news!" The little turtle ran almost frantically, shouting all the way, his teeth leaking with wind.

He looked at the little turtle indifferently. What good things can be!

The mother concubine hanged herself in the cold palace for fear of sin, unless she can be brought back to life, it is good news!

"Zhu Qi is dead!" Alexandre danced and said, "Suicide by jumping off a cliff." ”

This really gave him a stimulant shot, no, ten shots! Even the coughing stopped.

He stared at Lishan and asked, "Is the news correct?" ”

"It's been all over the streets—"

Zhu Li's gaze became indifferent, he didn't believe the gossip, did he suffer less losses before?

Unless the prince's mansion came to report the funeral, and his father personally announced the holy decree to make him the prince, he believed it.

Xiaogui told the woodcutter's testimony, the divorce of the county lord of Changbai, and the abnormal closure of the gate of the prince's mansion, and the general signs showed that the prince definitely fell to his death, but the people in the prince's mansion dragged it and did not report it.

"He might have one more breath to go." Zhu Li still couldn't believe it, and said, "Don't exaggerate, be careful of your remaining teeth!" ”

The little turtle hurriedly covered his mouth and said cautiously: "It's very simple, poke this matter to the emperor, and let the emperor send someone to see it." Even if he doesn't die, even if he is seriously injured, the emperor will think of you. Do you say? ”

"Okay, you can do it." A glimmer of hope rose in Zhu Li's heart.

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Shen Shi, Jing Zhaoyin came to Quanshan Hall in casual clothes at the appointed time.

In the past, when he saw Yingsheng, his legs would be weak, but now when he saw Yingsheng, he felt that Yingsheng was a little pitiful: his hair was a lot grayer, his face was wrinkled, and he was much older.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, how can I have a feeling like every other autumn. I don't know what to call you now, is it the head of the camp or the head of the sect as they say? Jing Zhaoyin's tone showed an obvious sense of superiority and sarcasm.

"Master Di, I remember that before you married Princess Xianghua, you were just a little-known student of my disciple. If it weren't for my introduction, you would still be guarding your widow and mother in the cold kiln, right? Ying Sheng walked to the table of the eight immortals in the house, lifted the pot and pulled out the lid, poured a cup of tea, held it in front of Jing Zhaoyin and said, "Please drink tea." ”

His action represents the meaning of "promotion", implying that Jing Zhaoyin cannot be ungrateful.

Jing Zhaoyin's face looked embarrassed, pushed away the teacup and said, "Thanks to you, my son almost went to the guillotine, and we don't owe each other!" ”

He is still haunted by it.

Yingsheng not only killed Lan Ming, the son of Shangshu of the Criminal Department, but also blamed his son Di Fan, and did whatever it took to achieve his goal. What kind of gratitude does he have for such a sinister man!

"I could have helped Ming Xiaozong to ascend to the throne, and I could also let your son ascend to the throne!" Yingsheng said seductively. He understands very well that these people, hehe, in the face of interests, will be insatiable and forgetful.

Jing Zhaoyin's heart trembled, and he tried to calm himself.

What does the camp sound mean by that? Can his own son be the emperor?

No, don't be fooled!

The rabbit handed over by the wolf may just be a decoy.

I'm afraid that in the end, I didn't eat the rabbit, but became his second rabbit.