Inside the Qiwu Palace.

Concubine Wen Guifei was in a trance, staring at her pale face in the bronze jian, her expression was gloomy, she was dressed in white and plain, and she was lying on a small couch, completely losing the brilliance of the past, like a withered flower.

At this time, the moon is on the tip, there is a slight chill in the autumn, and the candles in the hall are bleak.

Yan Zhao sighed lightly, took the fox fur and draped it over Concubine Wen, she came to her senses, looked at her son who had not seen her for a long time and was stunned, and tears fell instantly.

"Shubai, is that you?" Zhu Wenqing got up and raised his hand to touch Yan Zhao's face.

"Mother, it's me." Yan Zhao was dressed in black and entered the palace by moonlight.

"You're finally back? I know what your father is like, I haven't seen him for a long time. When she thought that Emperor Yongzhao was now in Minghuang Palace, she panicked.

Miss Chang, who is pampered by the Zhu family, is probably the most unpleasant thing in her life, and she can't help but panic.

"The mother concubine doesn't need to worry, the father is okay for the time being, and the sons are here for the concubine." After Yan Zhao appeased his mother, he paused and then said bluntly.

"The marriage contract between the son and her was promised by the mother and the father himself, so why did he insist on choosing another wife for the son? Please also ask the mother to stop, and the son will not marry Jiang Xi. "

He bowed solemnly and spoke earnestly.

Zhu Wenqing looked at his son kneeling in front of him, and his clenched fist was weakly released: "The mother concubine is all for your father, and now he is imprisoned in Minghuang Palace, and he still doesn't know his safety, you don't care about your father's life and death, but care about this headless marriage contract?" Why is this so? "

Zhu Wenqing pretended to be Emperor Yongzhao, and Emperor Yongzhao was indeed worthy of her sincerity.

Concubine Wen Guifei sat on the couch weakly and coughed lightly: "Mother Concubine and Peiyu have been friends since childhood, and I think that I treat her Jiang Ji well, and now that your father is in danger, how can you mediate just by relying on your uncle?" Moreover, the Jiang family's family is withering and useless, and I chose Miss Gaomen with you for the sake of marriage, which will be of some benefit to your father. "

Yan Zhao knew very well that Concubine Wen chose him because those ambitious courtiers only valued him, and only he could compete with Yan Junyu, but he also knew very well that all he could rely on was the support of the people, the support of the soldiers in the north, or the recognition of his father, Emperor Chrysostom, but now Yan Junyu was in the storage position, and he changed the non-compliant system halfway.

As long as he grasps the weakness of Yan Junyu who is not his father's son, he can be killed with one blow, but Yan Zhao disdains this, he wants to fight him with dignity.

"Mother, even if I marry Miss Gaomen whom you chose for me, my father will not be of the slightest help, and now the court is on both sides, either following Gu Xiang, or respecting my uncle, there are few middle-class things. If you marry your uncle, you don't have to win it over, if you want to be a concubine, why waste your efforts, now the royal brother is a better choice than your sons. "

Yan Zhao patiently comforted the mother concubine of the six gods and no master, and said, "Did the mother ask your uncle this time?" He asked his mother to look at those high-ranking ladies? "

Speaking of this, Concubine Wen Guifei, who was already a little moved, blushed, and said: "The mother concubine is in a daze, your uncle doesn't care about this, it's just that the mother concubine wants to find a high-ranking and powerful Yue family for you, which will be helpful to your father and you." "

"Where does the concubine want to put her?" Yan Zhao's voice was slightly cold, he made a promise, he didn't believe it, his mother was like this, and he would suffer from gains and losses, and he would withdraw from the marriage.

Zhu Wenqing's eyes darkened slightly: "This matter is the mother's concubine's shame, but at that time, I thought that I had a deep friendship with Peiyu, and this girl was really pitiful, so I thought about entrusting her to you for the rest of her life, and now I think that it is the mother's concubine, the age difference between you and the two is very big, and now you are married, but she has not yet arrived, but it has delayed my son." "

These days, looking at those knowledgeable and thoughtful Miss Gaomen, Concubine Wen Guifei regretted more and more in her heart, and Mama Zhou said a lot of things when she entered the palace, to the effect that the girl was out of her temperament, and she always loved to go out, originally thinking that she was fortunate to be out of the light rain villa, otherwise she would have suffered a disaster with Mama Zhou.

But later I learned that she had gone to Lanyue Tower, and I felt uncomfortable and became more and more dissatisfied.

Later, I don't know who knew what she meant, so she thought about showing Yan Zhaoxiang someone, and her brother persuaded her, but she insisted on doing so, and now after listening to Shubai's words, she suddenly felt that she was a little ridiculous.

But now let Jiang Ji be a serious princess for Yan Zhao, but Concubine Wen Guifei is unwilling: "The mother concubine has treated her with benevolence and righteousness, and now she is not worthy of being a wife. If I refuse to let go of the contract, then my son can also marry the wife of the high family, and wait for her to enter the house as a concubine. "

Yan Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was cold: "Mother, if you don't believe in it, you can't stand up, and if you don't have a righteous body, you can't lead people to do it, how do you ask your son to win the trust of others?" The son of the minister is only Jiang Xi in this life, and he will never take a concubine to marry another, and he hopes that the mother and concubine will think twice, and he will not interfere with the marriage of the son and daughter. "

Hearing this, Concubine Wen's pupils shook slightly, a little incredulous, and she said for a long time: "What do you mean by this?" "

Yan Zhao didn't want to say much, but said lightly: "If the mother concubine rests earlier, my father will be fine, and there is no need to worry." "

After saying that, he strode away, leaving Concubine Wen stiff in the hall.

She suddenly realized that as a mother, she was very unsuccessful and separated from her two sons, but what did she do wrong? Zhu Wenqing didn't understand it at this time, and he won't understand it in the future.

After Yan Zhao left Qiwu Palace, his posture was light, and he soon entered the side hall of Minghuang Palace, where his father is now.

It was pitch black in the side hall, and by the dim moonlight, Yan Zhao saw that the ground was full of scattered utensils, candlesticks, cups, calligraphy and paintings, as if they had been smashed.

I couldn't help but be a little puzzled, Emperor Yongzhao on the bed tent was already asleep, described as withered, like crazy, waving his two hands around, and whispering in his mouth.

It was as if he was in a nightmare, terrified.

Hearing what he was shouting clearly, Yan Zhao stiffened.

I saw that Emperor Yongzhao's miserable white and wrinkled face was full of fear, and he shouted inarticulately: "Go away!" Go away! Hell! You brought it on yourself! If you want to blame, blame yourself! Jiang Qishan ......"

He waved his hands as if dancing with a sword: "You brought it on yourself... If not... I won't... It won't..."

After a long time, Emperor Yongzhao gasped for breath, and then wept bitterly: "Qishan... I'm sorry for you..."

In the next moment, he suddenly sat up, his eyes were like brass bells, he was inexplicably frightened, and when he saw the figure beside him, he fell into madness again.

Inevitably attracting guards, Yan Zhao couldn't help but step forward and cover Emperor Yongzhao's mouth, and then said softly: "Father, don't be afraid, it's a son." "

But Yan Zhao's mind was tumbling like a surging river, far less calm than his face.