Liu Yuan stared at the old lady for a long time, but when he saw that she was neither humble nor arrogant, he maintained the posture of holding his head down and holding his hands high above his head to deliver the blood handkerchief to him.

A gust of wind blew and rolled up the corner of the bloody handkerchief, and I saw the corner with the embroidery trembling in the air.

Liu Yuan's pupils widened suddenly, and he snatched the handkerchief from the old woman's hand, and immediately opened it to see a clear understanding, so as to confirm that what he saw was true.

Unexpectedly, it was stopped by a pair of wrinkled old hands.

He looked along these hands, and saw the old lady with tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "Lord Wang, you better go back and see." This was handed over to the old slave by the master, and the old slave took a lot of care at the time, but did he not hand over the blood book to that person. ”

Liu Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still hid the blood book in his arms, and when the old lady took a step back and avoided him sideways, he left in stride.

One worry has not yet been resolved, and another is one thing that follows.

Liu Yuan had a speculation in his heart, and felt unbelievable, he just wanted to solve his doubts as soon as possible, and the steps under his feet were getting bigger and bigger.

When he returned to Prince Shun's mansion, Liu Yuan threw away the reins of the horse and hurried to his study. After closing the door of the study, he eagerly pulled out the bloody handkerchief from his bosom.

He looked at the blood handkerchief in his hand, and timidity rose in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask for verification.

His hand holding the handkerchief gradually tightened, and in the end he just laughed at himself, Liu Yuan, Liu Yuan, when did you become so timid?

Thinking like this, he didn't hesitate any longer, and neatly opened the veil, and what caught his eyes was the familiar handwriting.

- The handwriting of his own mother.

The words on it are crying blood, all of which are appealing to the emperor to express their grievances and suffering. But what she didn't expect was that this blood letter did not reach the emperor's hands.

However, then again, what if it is in the hands of the emperor? The emperor will still let the queen do whatever she wants in order to secure his position and stabilize the court situation!

When he was young, he was ignorant, but he only knew that his mother had a difficult birth when he gave birth to him, and he finally survived, but he was lingering on the sickbed, and he often felt sad about it.

But his mother was still so gentle, but every time she mentioned her father, the emperor who was high, she lamented.

He knew that she regretted it, and felt that she couldn't know people clearly, thinking that it was love, and in the end, the emperor's love was just like that, and there was a better scenery waiting for him after stopping for a while.

The person who kept saying that he loved his mother, he couldn't even accept his mother as a concubine, he was helpless, and he had enough of his mother's sympathy, but after all, he consumed his mother's love, and died of illness outside the palace.

Until he died, his mother never saw him again.

It turned out that his mother's situation was not only due to the queen, but even her mother's difficult birth was also her handiwork. Fortunately, his mother was lucky, and the emperor came back and saved her life, but she lost the favor of her loved one.

For various reasons, she went out of the palace again, and she cut off all her thoughts.

Pathetic and pathetic.

Liu Yuan hates, hates the royal family, hates the queen, and hates the emperor even more!

If one person is in charge of a country, where is there so much time to go to the harem and raise so many women? Can you take care of it? What's the use of raising so many sons? It's not fighting back and forth, it's either you die or I die, just for that supreme position!

After he ascended the throne, he used this sentence to block many old ministers who wanted to call him Dona Concubine and expand the harem, and it was also praised by later generations, which is another good story.

It's just that at that time, except for Wei Duyuan and Yu Jinse, no one knew how lonely he was, and how much he missed the man who always loved to stick to him and called him Brother Liu.

Liu Yuanfu looked down at the handkerchief in his hand again, didn't dare to delay any longer, turned around and went back to his bedroom, rummaged in his wardrobe for a long time, and finally found what he was looking for.

It was a small garment, and the needlework was the same as the handkerchief in his hand.

He turned around and went to the side room, and opened the cabinet in one corner, and saw that there were a lot of old things in the cabinet, everything, children playing, beaded hairpins and the like, and some paper on which the words were written.

Liu Yuan took out the pile of yellowed paper without hesitation, and then compared them one by one on the table spread on the side, and it was exactly the same.

Liu Yuan knew that this thing was not fake.

These old things are all left by him to commemorate his biological mother Tete, and after years of touching and scrutinizing, they have long been familiar with it.

This stroke, this stitch and thread, all are familiar.

Early the next morning, Liu Yuan entered the palace, and after staying in the morning court, it was still the same place and the same hour.

Liu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mama is smart, I'm afraid it's one of the few people in this palace who understands." ”

The old lady's attitude was respectful and modest: "The old slave is a stupid method, I only know that the prince will come to look for me today, but I don't know when I will come, let alone where, so I simply come here and wait." ”

Liu Yuan didn't have the intention of beating around the bush, and simply asked directly: "This is not written to me, and it should not be held by you." ”

"Yes, it shouldn't be a slave or maid, but if you really hand over this blood letter, master, and you, the prince, I don't know if you can still live."

The old lady raised her eyes and looked at Liu Yuan, and was afraid of offending him, so she lowered her head again.

"The old slave is not very wise, but the old slave has been in the palace for a long time, and the world can still be seen clearly. The prince doesn't have to be suspicious of the identity of the old slave, if he checks carefully, the identity of the old slave can still be found. ”

Not much wisdom can endure for so long? Liu Yuan felt that this old lady was really modest, but he would not refute her face, just this blood letter, he would respect her for three points.

The old lady sighed: "The prince doesn't have to worry that the old slave will be unfavorable to you, the old slave just feels that the prince is capable now, and this blood letter can see the light of day again." Isn't Your Majesty still talking about your master from time to time? ”

"How can this king believe you?" Liu Yuan didn't hide it, "This blood book is indeed my mother's handwriting, and the patterns on the handkerchief are also from her hand, but why does this king believe you?" ”

The corners of the old mother's mouth were slightly hooked: "The prince doesn't have to trust the old slave, it's just that the old slave has endured in the palace for many years, and he dares to forget his master one day, and has been waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on the queen, as long as the prince catches the handle of the old slave." ”

The smile on Liu Yuan's face gradually faded, this person is really not ordinary smart and resolute.

"What kind of friendship do you have with my mother?"

"Saving grace." The old lady said truthfully, "The old slave has been up and down in the palace for many years, it's not that he hasn't moved any crooked thoughts, it is the master who saved the old slave and let the old slave get out of the sea of suffering." ”

Liu Yuan nodded, ready to leave.

The old lady hurriedly stopped her, and deliberately lowered her voice: "There are some things that the old slave shouldn't have said, but he was afraid that he would have overstepped the rules, but the old slave had to say it." ”

Liu Yuan didn't speak, just waited for the old lady to speak.

"Lord Wang, your wings are not full enough to fight with Prince Gong, but you are young and intelligent, it's time to show your edge. The nurse has gone, does the prince still have to endure it? Actually, the prince can get closer to His Majesty, after all, you are like the master. ”

The old lady was only halfway through her words, but Liu Yuan already understood her unfinished words. When the emperor saw him, it was like seeing his mother, who had been dead for many years, and the guilt naturally transferred to him.

It's just that how much of this guilt is?

The old lady is the best at observing words and feelings, and said at the right time: "A few points are enough, no more." ”

She bowed: "Old slave, I often see Your Majesty next to the jade noble, and there are some things that the old slave will keep an eye on for the prince." ”

Liu Yuan didn't know the identity of this old lady, but her words were reasonable, and she could see many things clearly. Besides, she also handed over her handle, and he was not afraid of what storm she would set off.

Such a person, for his use, of course, he is happy.

After thinking about it, he also made a gesture with the old grandmother: "Then there is Mama Lao." ”

The old lady was terrified: "Don't dare." ”

Liu Yuan smiled slightly, turned to leave, and the old lady stayed for a while before leaving this hidden corner.

When he left the palace, Liu Yuan was not idle, and immediately sent someone to check the identity of the old woman. It wasn't troublesome, and he got the news the next morning, which was in line with what she said.

And it's time for him to give the emperor an answer today.

"Have you figured it out?" The emperor took a sip of tea, "After all, the princess is chosen for you, and the most important thing is that you are satisfied, and my father is not trying to force you." ”

The Emperor's Art is here again!

The words are very nice and give you enough face, but if you really have the slightest heart to resist, I am afraid that it will never be recovered. This is the imperial technique, the so-called grace and power.

first coerced you, and then when he felt that it was almost the same, he would give you sweetness to show his kindness and love. It's really so that you don't care about anything.

But Liu Yuan knew that if he wanted to, he couldn't avoid it, but he didn't want to avoid it anymore!

He can see clearly now, it's not that he can live well without fighting, the so-called service to the society, for them, you are fighting with them for things.

Sometimes they won't tolerate you unless you die!

Those he cared about, he watched them die one by one, and he didn't want to see anyone die for him again. His friends, brothers, lovers,

He didn't want to see anyone die for his existence again.

He wants revenge, he wants to control his own destiny, so he wants to stand on the highest position in this world.

"Yes, Erchen has figured it out, and Erchen thinks this marriage is very good." Liu Yuan bowed and saluted, "Father Lao is so worried." ”

The emperor looked up to the sky and laughed twice, then pointed to Liu Yuan and said, "You, probably the prince who worries me the most." Look at it, which prince has thought about the marriage so sleeplessly? ”

Liu Yuan let go of the fist he was clenching at his side, bowed again, and saluted: "It's the fault of my son and son that I worried my father, and I hope that my father will take care of the dragon's body." ”

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Liu Yuan retreated.

When he came out of the imperial study, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing in, and he couldn't help but shiver, and then he suddenly realized that it was autumn.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, gloomy, just like his state of mind at the moment, there was no light through, as if the willow garden who was still laughing and laughing yesterday died like this.

He died today.

Died on Fang Cai's words.

Yes, it was he who cut off his happiness with his own hands.

I'm sorry, Little Six.

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