Fu Tingxuan's heart sank.

A strong premonition of bad suddenly spread throughout his body.

After he met Emperor Jing, he was even more sure that his trouble was coming.

Because on the dragon case in front of Emperor Jing, there was the so-called secret letter intercepted by Zhan Xinglan.

Although it was not from his handwriting, it was his idea to frame Fu Xuanlin, and this secret letter naturally had nothing to do with him.

"Son to see father."

Fu Tingxuan calmed down and saluted respectfully.

Emperor Jing's eyes didn't even lift, but he said in a low voice:

"It's really hard for you to settle Wei Ziwei's family in the past few days."

"Although Wei Taifuqing is at fault, he has been an official in the court for decades, and he has no merit and no work. Besides, I thought that it would not be good for my children and grandchildren, so I should settle down the Wei family well."

"The prince is benevolent and righteous to the courtiers, but he is ruthless to his own brothers, and he does everything!"

"Father, I don't understand what you mean."

Fu Tingxuan hurriedly knelt down.

Emperor Jing threw the secret letter on the dragon case to Fu Tingxuan, and said angrily, "Look at this secret letter! You dare to say you don't understand!"

The secret letter fell in front of Fu Tingxuan, just unfolding to reveal the handwriting on it.

He stared at the secret letter dumbfounded, "What is this?"

"This secret letter is the secret letter intercepted by Princess Ling, and the handwriting on it won't be unrecognizable, right?"

"Father, my son has never written this thing! Someone must have framed it!"

"Bastard! Dare to quibble here! On framing and framing, who is your prince's opponent? I kept this letter under my mind that you were the prince of the dynasty and that you were my son. If you still do not repent, then you will be blamed for deposing your crown prince!"

Emperor Jing trembled with anger.

If it weren't for the preservation of the dignity of the royal family and Su Han, Fu Tingxuan would have been abolished a long time ago!

But Fu Tingxuan still didn't admit it.

"My son has never written this letter, Father Mingjian!"

"Then you tell me, why did Wei Xiu, the second lady of the Wei family, die? Why did Wei Taifuqing commit suicide to frame Lin'er? Why is Wei Ziwei suddenly dumb and unable to speak while in prison?"

"Father's ......"

"Tingxuan, what you have done yourself, you know in your own heart. Don't come to see me until you have figured out what you are doing wrong!"

"Father!"

"Kou Huai! Passing on my will, the crown prince Fu Tingxuan is suffering from a serious illness and needs to recuperate in the East Palace, and he must be carefully conditioned by the pharmacy, and there must be no mistakes."

Emperor Jing's gaze was indifferent, and his silver sideburns turned even paler in the golden glow of the dragon chair.

Fu Tingxuan looked at Emperor Jing, and unwilling tears slid down his cheeks.

He finally understood what it was like to be wronged and have a hard time arguing.

But in his heart, he didn't reflect on his own mistakes, but attributed all this to Emperor Jing's favor for Fu Xuanlin.

When Fu Tingxuan left lonely, Kou Huai helped Emperor Jing to go out of the hall.

There are not many flowers and plants outside the Zichen Palace, and it looks even more desolate when it is autumn.

Kou Huai put on a cloak for Emperor Jing and said:

"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing, you have been in poor health lately, don't suffer from the cold."

"Kou Huai, do you think I'm a failed father?"

"Your Majesty must not have such an idea, the nine sons of the dragon are different, even if Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, he cannot fully control the character of the princes."

Emperor Jing was full of sadness, looked at a white cloud in the sky, and said bitterly:

"I hope that my choice to let the prince go today is not a wrong decision."

"Your Majesty has always had a glimmer of hope for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Not exactly. It's not that I don't know that the crown prince is acting radically and viciously, but he and the queen have deep-rooted power in the court, and if they are deposed for the sake of Lin'er, Lin'er will inevitably become the target of public criticism. Besides, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, if the prince is abolished at this time, I am afraid it will damage the national body."

"Your Majesty is worried about the country and the people, and it is expedient to make such a choice. Perhaps His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be somewhat restrained after this incident."

"The prince is like a queen, and he vows not to give up until he achieves his goal. I only hope that he will still remember my father-son relationship with him, and stop doing anything that hurts my heart."

Emperor Jing has no husband and wife affection for the queen.

But Fu Tingxuan is his son in the end, and he also had expectations for Fu Tingxuan to entrust the country to him.

In any case, he didn't want to make a scene where father and son broke up.

This is the end of the matter.

In order to celebrate Fu Xuanlin's safety and soundness, Zhan Bofeng specially held a banquet in the Ming State Mansion to celebrate.

The family is happy, but also comfortable.

But throughout the banquet, everyone talked and laughed, only Zhan Mobei's smile hid sadness.

His unusual emotions can be hidden from others, but they can't hide from Zhan Xinglan.

Her second brother is straightforward, and she rarely hides anything, so she must have something on her mind now.

After eating, Zhan Xinglan ordered Zhu Huan to settle Fu Xuanlin in Wangshu Pavilion, and then went to Qingfeng Building alone to find Zhan Mobei.

As soon as I walked into the yard, the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air came from the backyard.

Thinking about it with his heels, he also knew that Zhan Mobei must be practicing martial arts again.

Zhan Xinglan listened to the sound of waving his sword in a hurry, and went straight to the backyard.

As soon as she walked into the backyard, she saw Zhan Mobei who was naked and slashing flowers with a sword.

"The flowers and plants are innocent, why should the second brother be angry with them?"

Hearing this, Zhan Mobei gasped, his muscles tensed, and he quickly withdrew the sword in his hand.

He stood up straight, the beads of sweat hanging from his body adorning his muscular body appropriately, making his whole person look more wild and charming.

"Lan'er, why are you here?"

Zhan Xinglan smiled and sat down on the steps in front of him.

"Look at the absent-minded appearance of the second brother during the banquet, I am a little worried about you, so come and take a look."

"It's all princesses, and they're so informal. The ground is dirty, and the second brother will take it upstairs to sit."

Zhan Mobei said and stretched out his hand towards Zhan Xinglan.

But Zhan Xinglan pulled Zhan Mobei to his side and sat down.

"Gee, this is my own home, I can sit wherever I want. When the second brother used to pull Lan'er to watch you practice martial arts, didn't he also let me sit here?

"Yes, you used to be so small behind me and my eldest brother like a little tail, but now you have grown into a slim big girl."

"The second brother said this well-fashioned, like his father's tone. In the future, the second brother can't always stay with his father, otherwise before he is established, others will call you old man."

Zhan Xinglan smiled and bent his eyes, and teased with a sideways look.

Zhan Mobei was teased by Zhan Xinglan like this, and the tense muscles on his face also relaxed a lot.

He gently scratched the tip of Zhan Xinglan's nose and said:

"You, it's okay for anything, it's just that this mouth is too powerful."

"If I weren't good, I wouldn't be able to sit here and gossip with my second brother now."

Zhan Xinglan was right, if it weren't for her powerful mouth and her ability to speak like a river, I'm afraid she would have been drowned by someone else's spit in the court that day.

Zhan Mobei nodded, and said with emotion: "It is indeed not easy for you and King Ling, you have been married for only one year, and you have experienced so many things."

"The more people who love each other, the more they experience together, the deeper the relationship becomes. So, whether it's a blessing or a curse, sometimes it depends on what you think."

Zhan Xinglan tilted his head and looked at Zhan Mobei, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Now that Xi Tan is injured and has been recuperating in the Henghe Pavilion for half a month, how many times has the second brother been to see her?"

Zhan Mobei's body stiffened, and his eyes suddenly became a little flustered.

"Why did you suddenly ask about her?"

"I'm here to treat my second brother's heart disease,

Naturally, we have to start with the lesion."

"She's not my heart disease."

"Second brother, I found out that you are a dead duck."

Zhan Mobei frowned, "Why?"

"Dead duck has a hard mouth!" Zhan Xinglan shook his head helplessly, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit that you are worried about her in your heart, anyway, when I went to see her yesterday, Fan Mad took care of her in every possible way, and said that he would take her out of the capital. If you don't worry about it, someone will naturally think about it. I'm worried about it for nothing."

After saying that, Zhan Xinglan pretended to get up.

"Wait!" Zhan Mobei suddenly grabbed her anxiously, "You said that Brother Fan wants to take Xi Chen away? Is it true?"

"Don't you miss her, why are you asking this?"

"I...... I'm just asking more as a friend of hers."

"Second brother, sister, I advise you, if you like someone, you have to work hard. Xi Chen, who is simple-minded and admits death, once she likes you, she will not easily like someone else. If you continue to do nothing, sooner or later you will be snatched away by someone else."

"You mean, she still likes me?" Zhan Mobei shook his head unconfidently, "Impossible."

"Why can't it be?"

"Actually, I secretly went to the Henghe Pavilion the day before yesterday. At that time, I was standing outside Xi Chen's room, and I heard her tell Brother Fan that she had no one to like."

"She's angry, you haven't been to see her for several days, and she doesn't know what happened to Xuanlin, that's why she said that. I went to tell her the ins and outs yesterday, and she told me that she was wrong about you. If you don't believe her, go and ask her yourself."

"But ......"

"No, but, you don't want to watch her leave the capital with Fan Mad after she recovers from her injuries."

Zhan Xinglan stood up and patted Zhan Mobei's shoulder.

"Second brother, you've already injured Xi Chen once, don't let her feel sorry for you again."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Xinglan left Qingfeng Tower.

The breeze was blowing, and the sweat on Zhan Mobei's body gradually dried.

He clenched his fists, turned his heart sideways, got up, grabbed the scabbard beside him, and flew towards his shirt hanging from the tree.

With a long step, he just reached out to catch the fallen blouse and scabbard.

Zhan Mobei turned around and left Qingfeng Building in a dashing manner, and went straight to Henghe Pavilion.

And Zhan Xinglan, who was quietly hiding outside Qingfeng Tower, poked out his head and looked at Zhan Mobei's departing figure slyly.

"Hey, I'm really trapped by love."

At this moment, Zhu Huan walked over.

"Princess Niangniang, you let the maid find it easy. Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to Henghe Hall today to see Mrs. Gao? The servant has ordered the carriage to be prepared."

"Someone has already gone, what are we going to do?"

"Huh? Who's going?"

"Naturally, it's the person Xi Chen wants to see the most." Zhan Xinglan smiled mysteriously, "Let's go, look back at Shu Ge."