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"Look, sure enough, the emperor has never considered a general!" It seemed that he had expected Yi Huaiyu to have such a reaction, Shen Junfang shook his head, "When the emperor fought in the south and the north, the puppet general never left the charge and rushed into battle, and when the emperor was strategizing, the puppet general carefully arranged and carefully arranged, and when the emperor ascended the throne and ruled the world, the puppet general was still running around day and night, but what reward did the emperor give to the puppet general?" Status and power? ”

"I ......" Yi Huaiyu muttered, but he couldn't say what he had repaid for his success.

I can't remember how many years I've known each other, compared to those prince brothers who haven't met a few times, the couple who grew up together since childhood is more like his siblings, the two have the same ideals and ambitions, have common wishes, and have always been tacit and intimate. Because of this, Yi Huaiyu almost regards the existence of the occasional good and the dedication he has made as a matter of course, as if he is himself, and what he has is also what he owns, and there is no need to distinguish between you and me.

Therefore, it is natural to think that even Suiliang also got everything he wanted.

"I owe Suiliang so much, why have I never thought about it?" Yi Huaiyu muttered to himself in confusion.

"Because the emperor is accustomed to the loyalty and dedication of the occasional general, when he has not lost, he will never think of the day when he loses."

The profound words came out of the young Shen Jun's mouth, which was quite ridiculous, but Yi Huaiyu couldn't laugh. As Shen Junfang said, for so many years, he has regarded Sui Liang as a person who will never betray him, even if something may hurt Sui Liang, he just thought that "Sui Liang will definitely understand" and insisted on going his own way, ignoring the feelings of the most trusted best friend in the world, until he suddenly found that the distance between the two people was getting farther and farther away, and he gradually couldn't see the familiar figure clearly.

The feeling of imminent loss disturbed him, as well as ...... Suffering.

The most trusted people.

The people closest to you.

When he got his wish, he was about to lose his only friend?

A painful expression appeared on Yi Huaiyu's face, the hand stretched out to the bookcase trembled, knocked over the teacup and hit the pen stand, and the whole person staggered back in reluctance.

Shen Junfang didn't reach out to help the embarrassed Yi Huaiyu, the young national teacher got up from the chair and walked to the door, his footsteps paused slightly, and when he turned around, there was a faint trace of wind in the corner of his eyes: "Junfang is the emperor's confidant but not a confidant, I hope the emperor keeps in mind that in this life, there is only one friend who can advance and retreat with the emperor and share honor." ”

The heavy door was quietly closed, the hot charcoal in the brazier was gradually extinguished, and the empty imperial study was filled with a trace of cold, piercing Yi Huaiyu's bones and heart.

General Sima's Mansion seemed a little deserted this day, not only did there be no visitors, but even Yao Junxian, who has never liked to go out, was rarely absent from staying in the mansion, if it weren't for the pink wind breaking in, Sima Yuan might have continued his quiet sleep until the evening.

"Brother, where is my uncle? And even Suiliang, they are not in the house? As soon as they met, Sima Tulan couldn't wait to ask.

"I don't know. I have been resting in the bedroom for the past two days, and even I asked for leave in the morning, how can I have the energy to care about others? Sima Yuan rubbed his forehead and said irritably. Xu saw the eagerness in Sima Tulan's eyes, and when the anxious figure turned around, Sima Yuan hesitated for a moment to hold it back: "After my uncle came back from retreating, he stayed in the study for a long time before leaving, and I don't know if he came here or not, and whether he went out with his uncle." What's wrong, Tu'er, what's wrong? ”

Sima Tulan sighed, and the uneasiness in her heart gradually expanded: "There is no accident yet, I am worried that something is about to happen." ”

"The world is peaceful, where are so many things? Even if there is really any turmoil, is it still afraid that my uncle will not be able to settle with his current status and status? I think you're too quiet for a day, and you're always suspicious and worried. ”

Sima Yuan's disdain made Sima Tulan more and more impatient, but Yao Junxian was nowhere to be found, and no matter how anxious she was, she couldn't do anything.

Sitting down with a lot of concern, Sima Tulan stared blankly at the ground, and after a long time, he said quietly: "Brother, why are people always not satisfied?" Obviously said that he would only walk a hundred steps, but when he reached a hundred steps, he looked forward to continuing to walk forward for a thousand steps, and there was no end. I, my uncle, and the emperor seem to be the same with everyone around me. Sometimes I wonder, is it better not to choose to marry the emperor in the first place? It will not be a mess and cold now. ”

"The emperor snubbed you?" Sima Yuan asked tentatively.

Sima Tulan smiled bitterly: "It's not a snub." There are only me and Concubine Jing in the harem, and he doesn't spend more time in the dust Xuan than in the Huanqing Palace, but he ......" After a little hesitation, Sima Tulan lowered his voice, as if it was difficult to speak: "There was only one night between me and him, and he never touched me again, and now the situation is as if I am an outsider, living in the palace, but I can't live in his heart." ”

"How many women in the world want to live in the palace and can't live, you are happy enough in comparison. Tu'er, don't expect the emperor to be wholeheartedly devoted to you, since ancient times, emperors have been affectionate, concubines have been injured, and it is rare to have an heir to be the crown prince and the dignity of mother and son, what else do you want to ask for? That Su Shiyun met the emperor earlier than you, and she is a woman who the emperor keeps saying that he wants to stay with each other, how do you think she is now? Isn't it also unnoticed? ”

"It was her own choice, because the emperor married me, she has always had a knot in her heart and refused to forgive." Recalling the scene when she met Su Shiyun by chance many days ago, a touch of compassion welled up in Sima Tulan's eyes, "Concubine Jing could have been favored by the emperor, but she was in a trance since she lost her child, chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha all day long. ”

There was a sudden crisp sound, and the teacup in Sima Yuan's hand fell to the ground.

When he hurriedly called someone to sweep away the fragments of the teacup, Sima Yuan took the opportunity to secretly check Sima Tulan's face, who sat motionless, and the impatience of a moment ago disappeared without a trace, replaced by a strange calm.

Sima Yuanxin Stone hangs high.

"I've seen that kid, with clear eyebrows, fair skin, and a smile that looks like the emperor, which makes people like it tightly." Waiting for the next person to exit the room, Sima Tulan opened her mouth lightly, and before Sima Yuan could pick up, a knife-sharp question was suddenly asked, "Brother, does the fire in the East Palace and Yi Chensi's death have anything to do with you?" ”

Sima Yuan fell silent, so silent that Sima Tulan's gaze staring at him gradually turned into disappointment, and the general who held the military power of Yaoguo nodded tremblingly.

She was his sister, and he couldn't bear to lie to her.

Sima Tulan's face changed abruptly, and she slammed her fists on the table with a loud sound, and the short whimper was even more piercing and poignant than that sound.

"Brother! Why are you so confused! You killed Yi Huaiyu's own flesh and blood, how could he let you and your uncle go? In this life, he will never forgive me again! ”