The weather is cold and the world is not peaceful, but the New Year is still to be celebrated.

The heavy snow in Zhongjing City has just passed, and the road surface is slippery, but the street is very lively.

The vendors huddled in the endless crowd, refraining from shouting.

As soon as the children on the street tried to light the cannonballs, they were restrained and dragged away by the elders of the family.

The emperor died, and there was no entertainment, and the puppet shows, lion dances, and lanterns that came to the New Year's Festival disappeared, replaced by a silent crowd, like a flowing painting, and the paper was a shadow under the prosperity of Zhongjing.

If you open the history books, you will find that this is the most complicated and turning year in the history of the Jin Kingdom, which affected the fate of the entire dynasty.

But the people who are in it at the moment are completely unaware of the future and are still waiting for a new emperor to ascend the throne.

"A kingdom cannot be without a king for a day."

From the court to the people, the undercurrent is surging.

The "Tongtian auspiciousness" of the White Horse Temple has spread all over Zhongjing.

King Qin is the concubine left by Emperor Xifeng, and his name is justifiable.

Maitreya Buddha has another unicorn auspicious, and the king of Qin is destined to return, and he should sit on the throne of the real dragon.

On the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, more people went to the White Horse Temple to offer incense than in previous years.

The incense burner in front of the statue of Maitreya was so crowded that it was impossible to squeeze into the position to insert incense, and he was anxious and quarreled endlessly......

At night, the wind and snow envelop Chukyo.

In the biting cold wind, a group of fast horses passed through the woods of the city, and their bodies were vigorous, running towards the quaint White Horse Temple.

The sound of horses' hooves pierced through the sky with the long whistle of the wind and snow.

At the door of the Zen temple, a man who looked like an inner servant was waiting anxiously.

The wind lamp flickered and shone on his eager countenance, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Here we are."

In the wind and snow, a group of three people came on a brisk foot, the man led by was tall, dressed in civilian clothes covered with a black cloak, the whole person was covered in the hood that came with the cloak, most of his face was covered, only his thin lips were exposed, and he sipped lightly, and the cold air seemed to blow along the cold wind, which made people shudder.

"King Yonghuai." The chamberlain bent down and saluted.

"Grandpa Jiang doesn't have to be polite." Pei Yan's voice was low, "What about the concubine?" ”

"It's been a long time." The attendant looked around and saluted, "Please inside." ”

Pei Yan paused slightly, and whispered left and right.

"There's eyeliner."

Zuo Zhong responded, "My subordinates understand. ”

-

In the meditation room, the candles are still burning at the moment.

Five-year-old Qin Wang Yuanshang Yi sat beside Concubine Duan in an orderly manner, probably very sleepy, his head was like a chicken pecking rice, a little, a little, two clicks and then opened, cautiously glanced at Concubine Duan, and then continued to doze off in the next round.

The door creaked open.

Through the curtain, outside is the voice of Gao Pei, the waiter.

"Concubine, King Yonghuai has arrived."

Concubine Duan sat up straight.

"Please."

After Concubine Duan ascended the throne in Xinghe and the little emperor, she naturally became a concubine, but she was actually not very old, and she was only twenty-six years old.

In the past few years, she has raised a little prince who was not born by herself, who does not eat well, can't sleep, and lives in fear, for fear that she will die one day.

She was melancholy and emaciated, her face was deformed, and her body was extremely thin.

When waiting for Pei Zhen to appear, her body was already stiff, and when she heard his footsteps, she was even more nervous and trembling.

She doesn't have that much ambition and just wants to survive well.

The emperor is not so easy to be, and Concubine Duan doesn't understand it completely, and she doesn't understand it at all.

She is like a quail on fire at the moment, a fallen person in a swamp, unable to enter or retreat, either resigned to fate or surrendered her life to others......

The curtain moved slightly, and Pei Yan walked over against the light.

There is a kind of person who is cold by nature, and Concubine Duan didn't even see Pei Zhen's face clearly, and the whole person was like falling into a cold cellar.

"The general has arrived, and the road is still smooth?"

Pei Yan didn't respond, and his footsteps didn't stop, until he walked to Concubine Duan before bowing his hand.

"I've seen His Royal Highness King Qin, and I've seen Concubine Duan."

His voice was low and calm, and he was not as cold and fierce as the legend, but it scared Yuan Shangyi to wake up.

His face was full of panic, and he clenched the sleeve of the concubine.

Pei Zhen was crowned the king with a different surname, but Yuan Shangyi is the real dragon son and grandson, and he must be in the honorable position, but the man in front of him has a strong oppressive force, and the young Yuan Shangyi was forced to look at him by his indifferent gaze, his mouth pursed, and he almost cried.

"King Yonghuai doesn't have to be polite."

This was taught to him by Concubine Duan.

The little King Qin finished speaking with a crying voice, but he didn't let the tears fall.

Pei Zhen == retracted his gaze, glanced left and right, and said:

"Wronged Concubine and His Royal Highness King Qin."

Concubine Duan shook her head, "I won't tell you anything, I have been worried in the past few years, but only staying in the meditation room of the White Horse Temple is the most down-to-earth." ”

Pei Yan was noncommittal and silent.

Concubine Duan looked at him and smiled sadly.

"Since the death of the queen's sister and the king of Qin raised under my knees, I haven't slept a single sleep, and I don't know when such a day will be a ......."

Pei Zhen asked, "Does the concubine believe me?" ”

Concubine Duan's eyes were moist and she smiled bitterly.

"I don't know about King Yonghuai, but I believe in Abbot Yuan of the White Horse Temple. Back then, if he hadn't come to the door in person and made such a good plan, King Qin and I might have been 'sick' long ago. ”

Pei Yan said: "Then the concubine, why did the abbot do this?" ”

Concubine Duan thought for a while, glanced at the ignorant Yuan Shangyi, and said softly: "The abbot is merciful, he pities the bloodline of the first emperor, and he can't bear that King Qin was poisoned by the Li family's father and daughter, so he helped ......"

Pei Zhen said: "I asked him to do this." ”

Concubine Duan was stunned.

"You ......"

Three years ago, the first emperor died, Pei Zhen tried his best to lift Li Sangruo's son to the throne, at that time, everyone, including Concubine Duan, regarded him as a henchman of the Li family and a minister under Li Sangruo's skirt.

Shouldn't he have hoped that King Qin would die unexpectedly? Why help?

At that time, Yuan Shangyi, who was the son of Emperor Xifeng, was the thorn in the eye of the Li father and daughter, a thorn in the flesh, and the concubine Duan was in a panic all day.

In fact, Concubine Duan knew very well why Yuan Shangyi was weak and sickly......

It was sick in the womb.

When the first queen was pregnant, she was plotted by someone, resulting in premature birth.

The death of his son's mother and the queen are just a grievance of the Li family's plot against the country.

The White Horse Temple is a government-run temple, the abbot is even more respectable, known as authoritative, the abbot summons the soul of the little prince every three months, and virtually protects the life of the little prince.

It is impossible for a prince who has three souls and six souls to be an emperor.

Concubine Duan was grateful to her abbot......

But she never expected that behind the abbot, it was actually General Pei.

"No wonder ......," Concubine Duan said sneeringly, her mind a little dazed.

After a while, he barely pulled out a weak smile, "No wonder the abbot said that tonight is waiting for the nobles......"

The "nobles" she thought were because she turned her face with Li Zongxun to ensure that King Qin ascended the throne, and there was no difference between them and Li Zongxun, but they were just used as chess pieces and props on the chessboard......

Unexpectedly, he was the one who saved his life three years ago.

Concubine Duan was excited, frightened, and her voice was timid.

"King Yonghuai, why did he do that?"

Pei Yan glanced at her lightly, "It should be the bloodline of the first emperor." ”

Just ......

That's not it.

Concubine Duan didn't dare to ask, and was silent for a moment before she said, "I don't know what King Yonghuai wants me to do?" ”

Pei Zhen said: "The concubine doesn't have to do anything, she is optimistic about His Royal Highness, and waits for the enthronement ceremony." ”

He said it categorically, but Concubine Duan was taken aback.

"Prime Minister Li and the Queen Mother, how to deal with ......"

"The concubine doesn't have to worry about it." Pei Zhen stared at a small Buddha statue on her desk, and his voice was cold, "Tomorrow, the abbot will announce to the outside world that if you see auspiciousness, King Qin will find his soul and heal his body." ”

The smell of sandalwood in the temple was extremely strong, and the light of the lamp reflected and fell on Pei Zhen's body, pulling out a long shadow.

Concubine Duan's throat was tight, she didn't dare to look at Pei Yan's face, stared at the shadow and opened her mouth.

"Everything depends on King Yonghuai, and King Qin and I will rely on His Royal Highness from now on."

-

That night, Empress Dowager Li, who rushed back to Zhongjing non-stop, saw her own son in the East Hall of the Taiji Palace.

He was lying in the coffin in a dragon robe, his little face was as white as a piece of paper, and he was already stiff, but fortunately the temperature was low these days, so she was able to rush back to see the child's face clearly.

"The Emperor's ......"

"My Kuang'er!"

Li Sangruo was in a hurry on the road, his eyes were swollen from crying, and the whole person was so weak that he couldn't see his son's appearance......

She was a good child when she left, why did she go?

When Li Zongxun rushed over, he was coldly invited by Li Sangruo as soon as he arrived at the door.

"The daughter has something to ask her father."

Li Zongxun walked to the side with a cold face and motioned for the servants to retreat.

"Kuang'er is gone, don't think about it anymore, cheer up your father......"

"Cheer up and do what?" Li Sangruo hooked his lips and sneered, "Wait for the king of Runan to ascend the throne, be an imperial sister-in-law who is not embarrassed or embarrassed?" Father ......"

She took a step closer to Li Zongxun, "How did Kuang'er die?" ”

Li Zongxun sank his face and stared at her coldly.

"You still have the face to ask me? Why don't you ask yourself, what ridiculous things have you done in Shinshu, driving Pei Zhen to a dead end, and taking your son under the knife......"

"No!" Li Sangruo's face changed and he shook his head, "It can't be him." ”

Li Zongxun snorted heavily, turned his face away, and said in a deep voice: "The White Horse Temple was auspicious yesterday, and today it is announced that King Qin has recovered from his illness. Before recovering from his illness, the little prince didn't see anyone, so he saw Pei Zhen...... Why, you say, is it so coincidental? ”

Li Sangruo's legs were weak, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It won't be him, it won't." At the beginning, it was he who carried Kuang'er to the Taiji Hall with his own hands, let him sit on the dragon chair, and be worshiped by the ministers, how could he do this......

Li Zongxun sneered, looking at her appearance of rotten wood and difficult to carve, her eyes were cold.

"The father has already made up his mind to pass the firstborn son of the king of Runan to your name. Then you will have a son again. (End of chapter)