King Chengwu smiled when he heard this: "Lord Shen is really bold. Aren't you afraid that this king will turn around and sell you, so that you can't get out of this forbidden court today? Maybe the saint will still read that this king has made a meritorious accusation, and he will be lenient with this king. “

Shen Hanxi said calmly: "There are so many people who accuse me in the ears of the saint every day, and you are not the only one, the prince." It is normal for the saint to be young and unwilling to be controlled by others, but he forgot that his position was originally kept by me, and now it is not so easy to unload the mill and kill the donkey. He doesn't want to be obedient, so I will help an obedient person, as long as the surname is still Zhu in the world, I am not a thief, the prince said yes? “

He said so reasonably, King Chengwu was a little speechless, leaned on the table with his arms folded, and looked at him: "You have a crush on Zhu Yunqi?" “

is his cousin-in-law, who used to be called the second prince, and now he should be called the second prince.

Throwing dice and fighting crickets all day long, where is it lively and where to get together, but his personality is very cowardly, and he listens to his father-in-law for everything, if he wasn't born in the emperor's family, he would be a waste of life.

This person, he pee and can't look at it.

Shen Hanxi raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

His hair is meticulously wrapped in a black scarf, the placket and cuffs have dark gold threads woven with moire, every stitch and thread are full of luxurious delicacy, probably in order to avoid people's eyes, only symbolically added a black cloak outside, but the temperament of the eyes of all beings has been melted into the bones and blood, even if it is deliberately low-key, there is a unique style and bones.

"Clear-eyed people have seen that the saint is eager to stabilize the political situation through a big wedding, and Miss Song is now in the palace, so you are not afraid that this matter will implicate her, or will you have this decision, just for her?"

The prince who spoke was dressed in a dark robe, and his long hair was tied up high with a silver crown. His eyes are like eagles, his nose is like a gall, both his physique and his appearance are very tough, and his whole body exudes the heroic aura that has been swept out on the battlefield.

Even if the topic of discussion was enough to make ordinary people's legs weak, he did not show the slightest fuss, and there were only a handful of people who could be comparable to Shen Hanxi in terms of aura.

The two of them actually didn't have a big holiday, and Shen Hanxi's attitude was indeed arrogant when it came to military spending, but after a few contacts, he found that arrogance was his nature. King Chengwu thought, since he treated everyone like this, what did he have to do with him? He's not a stingy person, he just doesn't look down on this kind of power-grabbing person.

For this kind of person, his principle is that if you can respect and stay away, you will stay away.

Shen Hanxi raised his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "Since ancient times, have women been guilty of fewer trumped-up crimes?" What calamities to the country, what calamities, but they are all excuses for men to pass on their incompetence or guilt. There are so many charges on my head that there is no need to put this rebellious hat on a woman's head. ”

King Chengwu paused for a moment, and then, with a look of appreciation in his eyes: "On this sentence alone, this king admires Lord Shen." Retracting his gaze, he smiled at the corner of his lips, "When I knew the identity of Miss Song, I really scared the king." But think about it, how can ordinary people raise such a girl, and participate in the family banquet of the Taifu Mansion with this king, and the people I see are all high-ranking officials and nobles, and I am accompanied by famous ladies, and I have not seen her show timidity, let alone be compared. “

Shen Hanxi seemed to be praised by himself, and said, "Thank you for the praise." ”

The corners of King Chengwu's lips twitched, this person really didn't treat himself as an outsider to Miss Song.

He said back to the topic: "You have to help Zhu Yunqi, if it is successful, this king will be able to pick up a cheap price for nothing, but if it is not successful, this king will not be able to explain to the soldiers of the palace and the northern camp of Lingbei." The risk is too great, and the king cannot do this business with you. What's more......" His eyes gradually became fierce, and the cold light in his eyes flashed different from Shicai, "Although the Son of Heaven is suspicious of this king, he can sit on this throne, and Dajing's qi is still possible, but if my unsuccessful cousin-in-law sits on the throne, can this country still be saved?" A smile rose at the corner of his lips, "Although this king is now under the control of others, he is not at the end of his rope and needs to be in the same stream with Lord Shen, Lord Shen should please go back, you have to stay for a long time, and you will attract the forbidden army, and you and this king will not be able to tell you clearly." ”

Shen Hanxi didn't move: "The prince hasn't finished listening to what he said, why are you in a hurry to send off guests?" There are a few more words, the prince will listen to them first, and then it is not too late to make a decision. ”

The palace candle flickered, and a moth kept flying around the silver platform, and finally pounced on the burning wick, struggled twice, and there was no movement.

The night in this deep palace, Yu Song said that it was still painful and long.

The maid picked up the lamp, put down the veil tent, and left her alone in the inner room of the dormitory. She got up barefoot and walked to the gold-inlaid rosewood table opposite the bed, where there was the auspicious dress that the celebrant had sent today, and every stitch on the exquisite dress seemed to remind her that the Son of Heaven was imminent in her canonization. These days, she had seen the Son of Heaven a few times, and from his increasingly deep and serious expression, she was also vaguely aware of the crisis that was already in pursuit.

Although she was in the backyard, she keenly felt that there were two forces pulling in secret, one was naturally the person she was most familiar with but most unfamiliar with, and the other side seemed to be deliberately driving him into a desperate situation - he only had two ways, either completely decentralize power or rebel.

Is his persecutor holy? Still is...... Someone else?

Her hand stroked over the auspicious dress, and then fell on the phoenix crown, and her expression darkened inch by inch in the dark night. It was a May day, and she was a little cold. I couldn't help but fold my arms and lie back on the bed. These days, she counts more and more leaks every night, and her heart is full of thoughts, and it is difficult to sleep. It's been a month since he last saw him, and if he wanted to see her, it would not be difficult for him to do it, but he didn't come back once......

Thinking of him like this, I fell into a dream.

This dream actually dreamed of when I was a child, dreamed of the fire of that year, dreamed of my mother sitting in the middle of the fire with a numb expression, and dreamed of Shaoyuan crying heartbreakingly.

The whole dream was the sound of a fire, and the broken beams kept falling down, and she hugged Shaoyuan and shouted for her mother, but their mother seemed to have lost her soul, and sat there motionless. Soon, her vision was blurred by the smoke and her voice could not make a sound.

In her dream, she saw a tall man rush in, pick up the woman who had fainted there, and shout her name: "Twilight Feather! There was hatred and fear in that voice, "Qin Duyu! You are not allowed to die!! ”

Shaoyuan was still crying, and the tall figure hurriedly took a step this way, but a huge beam fell down, blocking his steps tightly. He seemed to struggle for a long time, and finally strode towards the door with the woman in his arms.

Shaoyuan's cry became terrible, she suddenly came back to her senses, and she didn't know where she got the strength, picked up her young brother, and rushed forward......

As soon as he left the room, Shaoyuan in his arms was snatched away by a pair of hands, and the maid called eagerly: "Second son! Second son!! Everyone gathered around, and her small body staggered, and she was squeezed out of their care. At that time, no one noticed that she also had multiple burns, her clothes were glued to the flesh, and her right eye could barely be opened.

She just stood there blankly, looking at it blankly.

Every scene is a nightmare of her youth.

That year, she almost lost her brother and almost lost her mother. When the Marquis of Dingyuan angrily asked Qin Duyu how the fire was burned, the young woman held her hand tightly: "Daddy, it's Shaowei...... Accidentally knocked over the candlestick. ”

She was so young at that time, but a voice told her that she couldn't let her mother suffer more from her father.

At that time, Qin Duyu was already like a string stretched to the extreme, even if she had a little more weight, she would collapse, and there was no possibility of redemption.

She wanted her to know that she had a daughter, and that she was willing to stretch out a small hand and pull her out of this filth and darkness.

The dream changed, she was still six years old, walking on the streets of the Yuan Night, holding a lamp in one hand and holding the other hand in the palm of the teenager.

The young man seemed to be seven or eight years older than her, embarrassed, and his clothes were shabby, in her previous memories, his face had always been blurred, but today, she clearly saw the young man's pale eyebrows, his temperament was slightly cold, but there was a faint look between his eyebrows.

She walked a few steps and stopped: "Brother, I'm tired." ”

He seemed to show a look of disgust, but he squatted down at her and said, "Come up." ”

She climbed on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but she didn't forget to ask him, "Brother, what is your name?" ”

This time, she heard his answer clearly.

He replied, "Shen Yun." ”

The next day, on the way to the celebrant priest, he remembered this dream, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but show a wry smile. She actually dreamed of Shen Yun in this way, which was ridiculous.

Halfway through, she paused and breathed uncontrollably.

God knows why it was such a coincidence, who was thinking about it, and who he was meeting.

Shen Hanxi was wearing a round-necked brocade robe embroidered with python patterns, a black official hat, and a pale and cold face under the brim. I also saw her when I explained things to the brocade clothes beside me, my eyes fell on her face, there was no emotion that could be seen, and she looked a little cold and a little high.

The palace people who followed behind her saw it, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I've seen Lord Shen." ”

Li Moting, who was beside Song Ran, stepped forward to greet him: "In the past two days, the palace ban has been strengthened, and Lord Shen has worked hard, and he has been running into the palace every day with his injuries." “

Shen Hanxi said with a smile: "If you are idle any longer, this official, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, will really become idle, if you don't take advantage of the fact that the Imperial Guard is still in charge of the palace guard, and run into the palace a few more times, the Holy Lord will also remove the Luan Yiwei one day, and it will be difficult for the official to even enter the palace." There was sourness everywhere in these words, and he said with a smile, "It's that Li Zhangyin has been busy with the canonization in the past few days, and it's really hard." As he spoke, his gaze fell on the woman beside him.