Three watches.

The Imperial Study is still brightly lit, which is different from the festive atmosphere in the city to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

The hall was dull and oppressive.

The figure of Emperor Zhaoyang was reflected on the window paper, and it turned into a shadow with a violent cough.

Haiwang brought the hot soup and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten all night, eat something to warm up your body first." ”

Emperor Zhaoyang had no appetite, waved his hand, and after he calmed down, he looked at the person sitting quietly on the side with white eyebrows.

"National teacher, is there really no way?"

Yun Luan was still wearing the purple robe during the palace banquet, and the candlestick was sprinkled with firelight, and the dark silver light flashed slightly, lining the whole person like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, which could not be climbed.

At this moment, his expression was faint, and his eyes were calm and waveless, like a cold pool under the moon, dark and bottomless.

He bowed his head slightly, and said lightly with thin lips: "Fate and luck, if you forcibly change it, the calamity will continue, and neither of them can be perfect." ”

Emperor Zhaoyang's pupils shrank, his body shook, and he covered his lips and coughed again.

Haiwang was so frightened that he was serving tea and stroking his back.

After a while, Emperor Zhaoyang slowly opened his eyes, and his face was even worse than before.

He looked at Yun Luan, his cloudy gaze precipitating the vicissitudes of time.

"National teacher, how long can I live?"

Yun Luan shook his head and said lightly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are not within the scope of Wei Chen's fortune calculation, so I can't tell Your Majesty, Wei Chen can only reveal that the variables are in the past few years." ”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Emperor Zhaoyang's eyebrows, and he collapsed on the dragon chair weakly.

Yun Luan raised his eyes and looked at this emperor who had done his best for the country all his life, he was silent for a moment before he said, "Your Majesty, there is something to give." ”

Emperor Zhaoyang smiled bitterly, as if squeezing out strength from his throat: "In my life, I have given up too much for Jokhang. ”

In the world of family and country, he ranked his family last.

Now, the choice appears in front of him again, and he still has to sacrifice his family to guard Dazhao.

Everyone in the world thinks that the emperor is the most freewheeling person in the world, but in fact, this dragon chair has already imprisoned him.

Every word and deed must be fully constrained.

It's not as good as ordinary people, living free.

Yun Luan was silent.

Emperor Zhaoyang took a deep breath before waving his hand and said, "The national teacher should go back and rest, I will think about it." ”

Yun Luan stood up, and when he stepped out of the imperial study, he looked back, and the emperor on the dragon chair seemed to be a little older.

The silent sigh accompanied the departure of the long figure, and disappeared in the cold wind.

After Yun Luan left, the door of the palace opened and closed, and the candle flame was violently shaken by the wind.

The fire in the house was swaying, and when it returned to a stable and quiet burn, Emperor Zhaoyang had calmed down.

"Summons Dali Siqing."

Haiwang wanted to persuade, but Emperor Zhaoyang looked at it at a glance, and he swallowed his words.

"Yes."

A corner of Beijing.

The first person on it was furious: "The road has been paved for you, and the assassination has failed again, you bunch of waste!" ”

The man in black who knelt on the ground prostrated himself and said in fear: "Everything went according to plan, but I didn't expect the prince of Liang to appear halfway through, and I missed the best opportunity to assassinate the emperor." ”

The first person sneered at the thought of the situation in the temple.

"I really didn't expect that kid to learn a little boxing and kicking, if you have to blame him, just his little fist and embroidered legs, he can't stop it at all, and he can be regarded as the old immortal luck."

After being silent for a while, the first person stared at his subordinates gloomily: "Staring at every move of the palace, even if the old immortal escapes this time, he will pull the prince of Liang down." ”

"Yes."