"Didn't I tell you to get out? What are you doing in again?" Listening to the faint sound of footsteps, Zhao Zhen angrily reprimanded:

"Get out of ...... I let you ...... Get out of here......"

He was already struggling to speak, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. Broken, hoarse, and seemingly exhausted with all his strength.

The lights outside the bright yellow dragon tent were dim.

The figure not only did not walk, but got closer and closer.

Zhao Zhen's face changed greatly, and he suddenly reached out and felt the dagger under the pillow, his body trembled slightly, "I'm going to rest...... Get out ......."

"Official, it's Weichen here."

The man stopped three feet outside the tent, his voice choked.

Zhao Zhen was stunned, opened the tent suddenly, and looked at him in a daze.

"Ah, Ah Jiu......"

Fu Jiuqu looked at the emperor in the dragon tent who was staring at the emperor with a pair of chaotic eyes, thin cheeks, and haggard to not be human, and saluted slowly.

"Wei Chen heard that the official family was in poor health, and he was anxious for a while, so he took his own initiative and returned to Beijing without an edict, and asked the official family to punish him."

Zhao Zhen's eyes stared straight at him.

Staring at it for a long time.

Not moving, not to mention, in the deep sunken eye sockets are red whites of the eyes, and there are traces of moisture. No one knows that the supreme and noble and wealthy emperor of the world, behind the bright yellow tent of the dragon bed, will also lament the sorrow of fate, will tremble with fear, and can't help crying.

"I thought it was ...... I thought it was ......."

I thought they couldn't allow him to live any longer, and they wanted someone else to sit on that dragon chair.

Thought his destiny was coming to an end.

Zhao Zhen silently pushed the dagger back, coughed lightly, and sighed pretending to be nothing.

"You, really...... He is accustomed to disobedience, and never listens to me."

Fu Jiuqu raised his head slightly, looking at Zhao Zhen's haggard appearance, and his heart ached slightly.

When I was a child, I looked at my uncle, he was dignified, majestic and handsome, and his gestures were incomparable to the imperial dragon spirit. The uncle stretched out his hand to him and called "Ah Jiu" dotingly, which could attract the jealousy of the royal family of the Manyuan clan. Looking at the uncle in the hospital now, the whole person is so thin that it seems to be wrapped in a skin, and the majesty is still there, what has he lost in the end, he still calls "Ah Jiu", but it evokes Fu Jiuqu's sourness......

The Imperial Throne.

The Ninety-Five.

Fu Jiuqu was like a marquee in front of him, and countless Zhao Zhen's faces swept by.

"Alas......

Zhao Zhen sighed with a little indescribable choking, but looking at Fu Jiuqu's gaze was rare gentle.

"I'm fine...... You leave the capital quickly...... Don't let people find out. Let's go, Ah Jiu......

Fu Jiuqu stood in front of him with his shoulders straight, holding his sword motionlessly.

"What the hell is going on with the official's illness?"

Zhao Zhen couldn't help but sigh, "It's old, it's useless...... They all want me to die."

Fu Jiuqu: "But someone is plotting to kill you?"

Zhao Zhen's eyelids were like cramps, he raised them, stared at him and asked, "What would you do if someone really calculated me?"

Fu Jiuqu slowly raised his hand and clenched his fists, "Weichen will kill him and then hurry!"

Zhao Guanjia's eyes were hot, and the tears suddenly fell down like that, and the tears rolled out as if they were worthless, and the dignified emperor was like a wronged child. Seeing that Fu Jiuqu hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to comfort him. But after walking a few steps, he thought that it was the dragon bed, and the person on the bed was the Son of Heaven, so he stopped again, separated by three steps, and asked in a cold voice: ....

"Is that true?"

Zhao Guanjia shook his head.

Fu Jiuqu handed over the handkerchief.

Zhao Guanjia wiped his eyes and looked away, "Recently, these eyes have not been used, and the imperial doctor said that he was tired from reading the zizi and had an eye disease...... Ahem......

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips and did not answer.

He is the Son of Heaven and doesn't want his nephew to see the weak side. He is the Son of Heaven and has the right to live and die, and he shouldn't be like this. But who in the world is truly fearless?

After this illness, Zhao Guan's family found out that he had everything, but he did not have the most sincere and pure emotions that he was born to be a human being-father-son love, husband and wife love, and clan family love, all of which were absent.

He didn't even have a single person around him who could be fully trusted.

His wives and his concubines had their own agendas, and they represented the interests of their family. His trusted ministers are full of the world's life and the blessings of the Great Song Dynasty, but once the interests of their family are involved, they will immediately reverse the spearhead and snatch the largest and fattest piece of meat like a vulture hound......

The dignified son of heaven is only where the interests lie, and there is no difference between the crops of the old peasants and the prey of the hunters.

"Let's go, let's go."

didn't see Fu Jiuqu move, and Zhao Zhen urged him for the second time.

Fu Jiuqu looked at him silently, and then said after a moment: "Weichen has heard that the two mansions are staying in the Daqing Palace, staying in the Daqing Palace, and handling the government on their behalf, can there be such a thing?"

Zhao Zhen nodded.

Foreign men are not allowed to stay in the palace, this is a rule that has been in all dynasties, although the official family is seriously ill, and it is expedient for the two governments to deal with government affairs, but such a blatant challenge to the etiquette law can be regarded as a precedent.

Fu Jiuqu: "They forced the official family to establish an heir?"

Zhao Zhen raised his eyes to look at him and nodded again.

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "What does the official think in his heart?"

Zhao Zhen's fingers trembled, and his eyes flashed with a hint of coolness, "All they want is a prince who can be controlled by them, and they don't care who this person is. Zongshi is honest, and I am true to him, but ......."

His eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know whether to think of the suffering of having no successor, or to think of those princes who died young, and asked lightly:

"They're all grown, aren't they?"

Fu Jiuqu knew that he was asking about one thought and two thoughts, and hesitated for a moment, "It's that I've grown taller, and I'm a lot more sensible. Especially Yinian, he is deferential, courteous, cautious, and very decent."

Speaking of this, as if he thought of something, he looked directly at Zhao Guanjia and said:

"Yinian mentioned to me last year that he wanted to change his name."

He didn't say that he wanted to talk to Xin Yi, he just wanted to test Zhao Zhen's thoughts.

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he fell silent.

"Do you see the two of them looking like me?"

Fu Jiuqu knew what he was worried about.

Zhou Yimian was with him for a short time, and he survived in such a place, and later married Zhang Xun, not to mention whether those powerful ministers could agree to him to inherit a nameless child to his knees, even if he himself, he would never dare to confuse the royal blood and let the Zhao family fall aside.

Fu Jiuqu knew what his words meant, and he knew how heavy this sentence was.

A while ago, he also observed one and two thoughts, sometimes he felt that they could see a little bit of the appearance of an official on their faces, and sometimes he felt that he was dazzled. On the whole, the two boys may be like their mothers, and their eyebrows and eyes are a little similar to Zhou Yiliu. ….

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Zhen sighed, "It's not like me, isn't it?"

"It's not like that." Fu Jiuqu said, "It's just that the matter is big, and Weichen doesn't dare to talk nonsense."

"Is that like me?" A glimmer of light appeared in Zhao Zhen's eyes.

"It's still a little similar, especially a thought." Fu Jiuqu thought for a while and said, "I was in a hurry to return to Beijing this time, I didn't have time to take them, and when I got the opportunity, I will send them back to Beijing, and the official family will see for yourself?"

Zhao Zhen's hand on the edge of the bed slowly softened, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

"Okay. You're the only one with me."

Fu Jiuqu did not answer this sentence.

After all, not long ago, this uncle was suspicious of him because of the Hump Ridge incident.

Fu Jiuqu didn't completely let go in his heart, Zhao Zhen seemed to know his thoughts, turned his face to look at him, and sighed again.

"Yang Huaimin, this dog thing is pretending to spread his will, and I can't spare him."

For the emperor, this was already an apology in disguise.

Fu Jiuqu's face was expressionless, "It's Wei Chen's thoughtfulness and lack of officials

Home has high hopes."

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Jiuqu informed all the treasures hidden in Hump Ridge, saying that when the spring opened and the opportunity was given, he would find a way to transfer the domestic goods in batches, but the quantity was huge, and he had to be cautious.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Zhao Zhen was very pleased, and praised him for his ability to do things, and he didn't ask half a word about the affairs of the Li family in the Southern Tang Dynasty, as if he didn't know anything at all.

"Wait a while...... I'm getting better...... On the proclamation...... Send you back to Beijing."

Fu Jiuqu thanked him.

At last, he looked up again and asked him.

"Did the official family know about my father's affairs back then?"

Zhao Zhen's face changed slightly, and he didn't deny it, and when it came to Fu Guangyi, he still gritted his teeth, "I put my only sister ...... Marrying him as his wife, he didn't feel the emperor's grace, cheated in the imperial examination, and died of illness in Yangzhou...... It's cheaper for him."

Fu Jiuqu asked, "Does his death have anything to do with the official family?"

Zhao Zhen was slightly stunned, "How can you have this question?"

Fu Jiuqu: "I asked Yu Shi that Fu Guangyi saved her from the cold, but her body was only slightly unwell, and she was cured after taking two doses of decoction, and from his re-illness to his death, it was only three or two days......

Yu thought that Fu Yiyi died inexplicably and was wronged, so he would believe in the secret passage later, and believe that he would wake up.

Fu Jiuqu stared at Zhao Zhen and said, "Weichen thinks that he died unreasonably."

Zhao Zhen's face was pale, he didn't look at Fu Jiuqu's eyes, pulled up the quilt, and shook his head weakly, "That may be that he has a negative Heavenly Dao and has been punished by Heaven......

Fu Jiuqu nodded, stood for a moment again, and didn't see Zhao Zhen say anything about the things that were rumored in the palace, and even kept silent about the so-called "queen's rebellion", and he probably understood in his heart that this matter had passed in the hearts of the officials and would not be pursued again.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ah Jiu ......"

Zhao Zhen looked at him blankly.

"Let's go, let's go...... Don't let anyone find out......

Fu Jiuqu sighed and arched his hand, "Weichen obeys the order......

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard an exclamation from outside.

"It's gone...... The Funing Hall is flooded......".

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