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That night, Yi Xuan stayed in the side hall of Chuxiu Palace.

Concubine Li wanted to sleep with her, but she didn't expect Zhao Yan to come, and temporarily asked people to clean up the side hall.

I don't know if it's because Zhang Qianyuan's case will start tomorrow, Yixuan is a little restless, and she can't sleep after tossing and turning in bed.

The moon is as cool as water, and the shadows of tree branches are reflected in the window, swaying in the wind. I don't know when it started, and suddenly there was a pair of villains, one of them holding a stick, chasing the other and fighting, and the two villains fought fiercely.

Yixuan was amused.

It must have been a little eunuch who didn't sleep, got up to do shadow puppetry, and threw it right on her window.

Yixuan got up, opened the door, and looked curiously under the window.

Freeze.

"Your Majesty?"

Why, could it be you?

Zhao Yan sat cross-legged under the window, holding two shadow puppets in his hands. With wide robes and big sleeves, he looked uninhibited, and nodded with a smile.

"Hmm."

It's me.

Yi Xuan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the main hall.

She was very nervous, afraid that Concubine Li would know that Zhao Yan came out in the middle of the night to do shadow puppetry on her window, afraid that Concubine Li would be sad and sad, and afraid that Concubine Li would hate her.

The lights of the main hall were extinguished, and it was dim, and there was no movement at all.

"She's asleep." Zhao Yan said lightly.

"So why is Your Majesty here?" Yi Xuan asked coldly.

She really didn't like his tone, as if she regarded Concubine Li as a dispensable object that could be deceived at will.

Moreover, even if he wants to have fun, there are many concubines in the palace to accompany him, so what is it to find her here?

She wasn't who he was.

Moreover, it can never be who he is.

Zhao Yan looked at her, with a soft temperature in his eyes, "I haven't seen you for a long time, come and see you." He put the shadow puppet down and picked up the peach blossom branch that was placed beside him.

"I just picked it, I'll give it to you." He handed it over.

On the branches, peach blossoms are dotted, some are in full bloom, and some are just small fresh buds, and the flowers are still stained with dew.

It's not a valuable, rare object.

It's just to see the peach blossoms bloom and think of you.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

I really, really miss you.

Yi Xuan stared blankly at the peach blossom branch in his hand for a while, and his eyes suddenly became sour.

Why bother?

You are the emperor, why should you be so humble to please someone, even if this person is me, you shouldn't be.

Zhao Yan, please, forget me, okay?

Yi Xuan turned her head, didn't go to get the peach blossom, and said in a nasal voice: "Your Majesty, I have to go to court tomorrow, go to bed early." ”

"There's no hurry."

Zhao Yan's hand stretched out there stubbornly, his eyes were very bright, expecting her to accept his gift.

She was in a depressed mood.

It's like the damp and earthy air after a summer rain.

I want to say a lot of things, but I can't say a word.

"Your Majesty, go and give it to Concubine Li, she will like it very much." She smiled at him.

Very tactful resistance.

Zhao Yan looked at her, his eyes were out of focus for a moment, and then he hooked a lazy smile, the solemnity of Fang Cai was gone, and the rest was just a momentary interest and light playfulness.

Don't accept it, right?

He is willing to give her the best and most precious things in the world, he is willing to offer his own heart, and he is willing to cherish and love her for the rest of his life.

But what about her.

Dismissive.

He's the emperor, and what she wants, she wants to get no matter what.

Even if you steal and rob, you can be the worst gambler by the most despicable means.

Lock her in too.

Zhao Yan took a few steps closer to her, held her wrist, stuffed the peach blossom branch into her hand, and smiled deeply in her narrow phoenix eyes: "Good night." ”

When he left, Yixuan froze in place, holding the peach blossom in her hand......

*

When Yixuan woke up in the morning, he was shocked by the peach blossom inserted in the bottle, and he remembered last night's events in a trance, and sighed silently.

Zhao Yan's temper is really getting more and more weird.

I don't know when he went to learn shadow puppetry.

After she washed up, got dressed, and went to the main hall to find Concubine Li. Concubine Li was directing the palace people to set up breakfast, and when she saw her greeting with a smile, she grabbed her and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

“……”

Yixuan was a little weak-hearted.

I didn't know what to say, so I nodded.

"That's good." Concubine Li patted her chest, her eyes blinking, "Come and eat." ”

Breakfast was plentiful. Because Concubine Li likes to eat, Chuxiu Palace has installed a special kitchen, which can cook all kinds of things for Concubine Li, which looks exquisite and tastes good.

Yixuan sat down to eat with Concubine Li, and went directly to Dali Temple after eating, just in time for the case to be tried.

But Yixuan is inexplicable...... I feel a little sleepy.

Yawned three or four times in a row.

She held her forehead, her eyes couldn't open, she stood up and wanted to be sober, but it was like a fragment, the only consciousness was gone, and the whole person fell down.

Concubine Li held her.

"Yixuan?"

No response.

Concubine Li beckoned, motioned for the palace people to come over to help, and the two of them carried Yixuan to the bed together.

Concubine Li sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes were red, her throat was choked and she couldn't speak, and it took a long time before she said with a crying voice:

"You sleep peacefully, and when you wake up, everything is over."

*

Zhao Zhen personally went to the prison to escort the prisoners.

The cell was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of damp decay. Zhao Zhen walked to the depths of the prison, and the light outside could no longer penetrate, only the dim candlelight.

Zhang Qianyuan sat on a pile of weeds, his skin dark and dirty, wearing a white prison uniform, looking at Zhao Zhen expressionlessly.

Zhao Zhen asked people to open the door.

The door opened, and Zhang Qianyuan was carried out, his legs and feet trembling, and every step was difficult.

He spoke, his voice hoarse: "Am I going to die?" ”

"Yes."

He laughed, because his throat was dry, and his laugh was unpleasant, and it echoed empty in the prison.

It's crazy.

Suddenly, a dagger plunged into Zhao Zhen's abdomen.

Because the prison was so dim, Zhao Zhen didn't even see his movements clearly, he only felt the pain of tearing, and warm blood flowed out of the wound and dripped on the ground.

Zhao Zhen's face turned pale in an instant.

After Zhang Qianyuan skillfully completed this move, he smiled gloomily, pushed away the people who were supporting him on both sides, and pinched his wrist.

For today, he has been preparing for too long.

From the time he got up and walked towards Zhao Zhen just now, until he took out the dagger and stabbed Zhao Zhen, even their positions, they were rehearsed countless times.

Almost all the death row inmates in the prison died under his dagger.

The dimly lit environment in the prison, as well as his skillful assassination methods, were enough to deceive Zhao Zhen.

When Zhao Zhen's two guards saw that their master was injured, they immediately drew their swords and slashed, and the jailers had already been replaced, they were all Zhang Qianyuan's people, and the two sides confronted each other. The last two guards were outnumbered, one of them died by the sword, and the other was wounded. The wounded guards escaped with tears in their eyes, preparing to go to the palace to bring rescue soldiers.

Zhao Zhen knew that the injured himself was not Zhang Qianyuan's opponent at all, not to mention that even if he killed Zhang Qianyuan, there were countless soldiers outside.

Instead of fighting the trapped beasts, it is better to preserve your strength first and wait for the opportunity.

Zhao Zhen's hand was covering the wound, the sticky blood stained his clothes red, and he leaned his back against the wall, his face was pale.

Although embarrassed, his eyes are still cold and cold, like a wild wolf hiding in the shadows, ready to burst out and bite people's necks at any time.

Zhang Qianyuan wanted to punch him a few more times, but thinking of the words commanded from above, he could only endure this breath.

He kicked Zhao Zhen on the knee.

Caught off guard by the pain, Zhao Zhen's breath tightened, and his legs trembled a few times.

Didn't fall.

Zhang Qianyuan sneered and beckoned: "Push him in." ”

Two jailers stepped forward and pushed Zhao Zhen into prison. With a bang, the prison door locked.

"Your Highness, just stay here, I won't play with you."

Zhang Qianyuan took a few steps, and suddenly had an evil thought in his heart, and walked back, holding the cell door with his arm, and sneering:

"I'm afraid the princess is already on His Majesty's couch now."

"Your Highness, can you stop it?"

Zhao Zhen's heart shrank suddenly, his eyes were filled with anger, he got up and rushed to the door, grabbed Zhang Qianyuan by the collar and slammed him against the door.

One, two, three......

Zhang Qianyuan's forehead was red, swollen and bleeding, and he kept swinging his fist at Zhao Zhen and scolding him angrily. Zhang Qianyuan's fist was not light at all, and it was a dull and heavy sound when it hit people, but Zhao Zhen was like crazy, and he would not let go when he died.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot.

Crazy, really crazy.

Zhang Qianyuan no longer had the strength to swing his fist, only fear in his heart, and begged Zhao Zhen for mercy. Zhao Zhen's movements did not stop.

Until Zhang Qianyuan swallowed.

Before he died, his eyes were wide open, his head was bleeding, and he was immersed in fear of Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were cold, he let go of his hand, and Zhang Qianyuan fell to the ground. The frightened jailer next to him finally came to his senses and hurriedly helped their master.

He's dead.

Everyone looked at each other.

It's really dead.

They looked at Zhao Zhen in horror, and Zhao Zhen, exhausted, sat down slowly against the wall, tilting his head to their side.

Their hairs stand on end.

They trembled and picked up their master, almost staggering away, and Zhao Zhen shouted to them.

"Where's the princess?"

"No, I don't know."

Zhao Zhen closed his eyes and didn't say anything more.

The crowd fled quickly.

*

In the Qianqing Palace, the inner hall is filled with incense mist and shrouded in light veil. Zhao Yan came out of the inner hall, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and sat calmly on the dragon chair.

"Your Majesty, King Yu knocked Zhang Qianyuan to death on the prison door, and the death was very tragic."

Zhao Yan didn't care, but raised his eyebrows with interest, "Oh? ”

Zhao Zhen doesn't look like a person who would do such a thing.

"In order to stimulate King Yu, Zhang Qianyuan deliberately mentioned the matter of the princess, so he caused this trouble."

"What did he say?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes...... The princess is now on His Majesty's couch......"

Zhao Yan laughed, his eyes glanced towards the inner hall, his lips hooked lazily, and his handsome face was boundless.

"Isn't it?"

She was indeed in his bed.

The soft and soft girl looks very sweet when she sleeps, and even her breath is fragrant.

Now that she is his, he has been planning for so long that he can finally have her openly.

No one can snatch it anymore.