Seeing Zhou Heng's expression, the corridor knew that he was helpless against him, the corridor let go of Zhou Heng's wrist and took half a step back, Zhou Heng was sweating, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and the corridor was not much better, and his back was all wet.

The minister who was watching the excitement next to him saw that it was over, but he didn't see a reason, and the national teacher's face was not very good, but the prince's condition did not improve, what does this mean?

Emperor Yongle stretched his neck, very curious about the result, and said, "How is it?" Lou Dao gritted his teeth, his mind turned over the river, and he knew that Zhou Heng was prepared this time.

Of course, the corridor has a sense of crisis, and a prince who is deeply suspicious of Emperor Yongle can't do anything about the corridor, but as long as he thinks that the person behind Zhou Heng is still in the Forbidden City, it is impossible not to have a sense of crisis, and the most terrifying thing is that this person is familiar with his martial arts path.

Kyoto does not advocate force, and the corridor is outstanding, and it has gained supremacy because of its high martial arts.

Now the pattern has been broken, and another beast has appeared in Kyoto, where the sheep had gathered. If this mysterious person kills himself, then he doesn't know if he can get out of the Forbidden City alive.

The corridor said to Emperor Yongle: "The prince is seriously injured, and the minister has dredged the meridians for the prince, and he can recuperate for half a month." Zhou Heng covered his chest and listened to the nonsense in the corridor, this person just asked for half his life, Zhou Heng raised his head, he could only pretend to be harmless, nodded towards the corridor, and said, "Thank you, the national teacher." The corridor also saluted Zhou Heng and said, "The prince is serious." "The two are polite, one is really grateful, and the other is humble.

His Royal Highness King Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the right prime minister Chen Huaihong said: "What else does the national teacher have to say?" Of course, the corridor has nothing to say.

Emperor Yongle was embarrassed, even if he wanted to protect the corridor, he needed to be convinced, and said, "How should I deal with it according to the law?"

"This ......" The courtiers suddenly hesitated, they couldn't figure out Emperor Yongle's opinion, in case this remark offended the national teacher, and he would make a comeback in the future, no one wanted to be this bird.

King Yan, who had been speechless, suddenly shouted: "Peel off the skin and extract the bones, even the nine clans!" This sentence is only daring by King Yan, and it is even more difficult to do as soon as this statement comes out, because the nine clans in the corridor include Lou Guifei.

The corridor knelt down with a puff and said: "Your Majesty, this matter is really strange, if you really want to ask for the guilt, I implore Your Majesty to only punish the crime of one minister, and you must not implicate my sister." Emperor Yongle rubbed his eyebrows, of course he was reluctant to Concubine Lou, and then the words of the corridor continued to ask: "What's wrong?" The corridor knew that Emperor Yongle had given him another chance, and grabbed it again and again like holding a life-saving straw, it was impossible to take Zhou Heng's case again today, so he could only find another opportunity, and said: "Is the Hu dancer dead?" Emperor Yongle looked at the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, and the Shangshu of the Criminal Department said: "No." "Their criminal department has room to do things, if a person is still useful, the case is not finished, and the witness will leave a life.

Lou Dao was relieved when he heard this, and said, "Can I try it again?"

"A retrial?" Shangshu of the Criminal Department frowned, does this mean that they have a complaint against the Criminal Department? When His Royal Highness King Yan heard this, Emperor Yongle even dared to give this demon Dao a chance, and shouted: "There has never been a reason for a retrial. Lou Dao: "At this time, it is complicated, please try it again!" Lou Dao has no colleagues in the court, and no one will stand up for him, but he has the biggest hole card - Emperor Yongle.

There is also Lou Guifei behind Emperor Yongle, Lou Guifei will not watch her brother being framed. The corridor was pushed by the wall, and the courtiers present were eager to step on him, and Zhou Heng suddenly said at this time: "The national teacher just had a diagnosis and treatment that really made him feel a lot, and he really has great magical powers, no wonder my father is so favored." The corridor looked at Zhou Heng a little suspiciously, the other party pressed down a mouthful of blood, obviously very uncomfortable, and even spoke for himself, Zhou Heng said lightly: "Xing Guoshi was wronged, please ask my father to try again." Emperor Yongle glanced at Zhou Heng, when he was seriously injured, his face was pale, his eyebrows were low, and he was seven or eight points similar to Empress Chen.

Emperor Yongle treated him like a treasure in the world for more than ten years. In the next few years, I felt strange, Zhou Heng looked like a white jade in his eyes, but it looked too clean, and it was not normal, and he wanted to make people feel unhappy, and he couldn't wait to put his head into Zhou Heng's heart, weigh this bloody heart, and see if it was abnormal, whether it was really a monster's heart.

Emperor Yongle sent Jinyi Wei Lu Chuanbai to check his life experience, which was the closest he had to Zhou Heng's life experience, but he didn't find anything, but even if there was no evidence, it couldn't dispel the blame in his heart.

That is an intuition, Emperor Yongle felt that he was a piece of sincerity to feed the dog, and he was played by Queen Chen for more than ten years, he raised a monster, this monster looks good-looking, looks well-behaved, and sooner or later he will show his green-faced fangs and grow up and eat himself.

Emperor Yongle didn't dare to fall asleep, and often dreamed of Empress Chen, and Empress Chen didn't cry in her dreams, but she was sure to look at him and make his scalp numb.

But most of them dreamed of Zhou Heng, he always had the same dream, and in the dream he was still in the Jinluan Palace, Zhou Heng was wearing golden armor and holding a heavy sword, walking towards him step by step.

Every time Zhou Heng took a step, he said the sins of Emperor Yongle, he was mediocre, he was incompetent, and his mother died tragically.

Then the sword was raised, and with a bang, Emperor Yongle realized that his head had fallen off. The head fell off but he could still see, and he saw Zhou Heng replace him and sit on his dragon chair.

He was unwilling to drive Zhou Heng down, but he couldn't move, he had no strength, he could only watch, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to death.

It was a strange dream, and he had been having it a lot since Empress Chen died. Emperor Yongle felt that this dream was not simple, but had a meaning.

Until he met the Knowles brothers and sisters, Lou Guifei could let him sleep peacefully, and Lou Dao could promise him a long life and be a long-lived man.

As long as he lives for a long time, Zhou Heng will not have a chance to be on the throne in his life. Emperor Yongle will not give up the corridor, if he gives up the corridor, the nightmare will come back to him, maybe it will really come true, even if he is infamy, he can't let it go.

Zhou Heng gave Emperor Yongle a step, and Emperor Yongle walked along and said, "Then according to the prince's, the national teacher will be temporarily detained in the criminal department first, and then the assassin will be tried." His Royal Highness King Yan felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, and he also wanted to learn from Master Taifu and die in the Jinluan Palace, so that Emperor Yongle could see clearly.

But His Royal Highness King Yan knows that it is useless, and it is useless for his family to die here. King Yan didn't come up in one breath, but he covered his chest and fell down with a bang.

His Royal Highness King Yan fell at Zhou Heng's feet, his eyes widened, his eyes seemed to burn Zhou Heng out of two holes, and his eyes kept asking, why?

Zhou Heng pulled his foot away, and watched the palace people help His Royal Highness King Yan up, pinching and slapping his back, and hurriedly carried him to the Tai Hospital.

And King Yan was dragged all the way, and he was still questioning Zhou Heng, why? The ministers were also disappointed, they thought that this was a great opportunity to eradicate the national teacher in one go.

This matter is so strange that Emperor Yongle actually ignored his own clan and stood on the side of the national teacher. The main reason is that I am a little puzzled why the prince would speak for the national teacher at the last moment.

Zhou Heng knew that Emperor Yongle would not give up easily, although he didn't know what the relationship between Emperor Yongle and the corridor was.

But the corridor can't be eradicated so easily, the ministers next to it control the court, and the corridor controls the heart of Emperor Yongle.

This was the first time that Zhou Heng and the corridor had confronted him, and the corridor was already like a tree rooted in the heart of Emperor Yongle, and it was a fantasy to want to kill him just by relying on the confession of an assassin.

The prime minister has been busy for three months, and countless schemes have not been able to shake the slightest status of the national teacher.

At this time, it is better to sell the other party a face and show your filial piety. Zhou Heng covered his chest, suddenly coughed violently, and said: "Father, Emperor ......" Emperor Yongle was called by Zhou Heng, feeling that he was too tormented by Zhou Heng today, this is not a kind of tenderness, he called him in spite of Zhou Heng's injury It was like calling a cat and dog, and said: "The prince goes back to recuperate." Emperor Yongle paused, and rewarded Zhou Heng with precious medicinal materials for him to recuperate.

Zhou Heng was even thanked by Emperor Yongle and was helped out. When Zhou Heng left, he passed by the corridor, which had been handcuffed, and two guards with knives surrounded him.

Zhou Heng and the corridor glanced at each other, the corridor was still easy to cultivate, and he was not impatient. Zhou Heng knew that the corridor would definitely try his best to turn over, and he would be able to see each other in the court soon.

The scene between Zhou Heng and the corridor is still singing, and it will not end so easily. Zhou Heng retracted his gaze, what he was going to do had already been done, and his purpose was not to eradicate the corridor.

From today onwards, no one in the temple will look at this prince anymore. What Zhou Heng wants is not the life of the corridor, but deterrence, what he wants now is the attitude of Emperor Yongle, the prince has lifted the foot ban, no one can touch the opinion of Emperor Yongle, and now he is right, the relationship between Emperor Yongle and Zhou Heng is breaking the ice.

This is a signal, and the courtiers are most sensitive to this relationship. After that, Zhou Heng's road will not be so difficult.

Fucheng stood in front of Chonghua Gate, the sun was rising at this time, it was almost noon, and the sun was slightly dazzling. Fu Cheng looked too strange standing here, and the people guarding the door looked at him for a long time, and thought that he was a member of the Twin Blades Society.

It turned out that Fu Cheng was just standing, and at the beginning he ate a cake, and after the cake was finished, he looked at Chonghua Gate, as if he wanted to stare at this door for a hole.

The guard looked at him for a moment, thought he was probably crazy, and ignored him. After a while, the Chonghua Gate opened, and a sedan chair slowly came out, and then stood still in front of him.

The curtain was lifted, revealing a curled up Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng took off his mask as soon as he left the palace gate, and it was no longer possible to hide his face, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs hurt.

Zhou Heng was sickly crooked in the sedan chair, his brows were furrowed all the time, it was almost early winter now, and he was very cold after being seriously injured, and he was wrapped in a cloak, revealing only one face.

And Fucheng didn't get on the sedan chair right away, he held the sedan curtain with one hand and stood at the mouth of the sedan chair, blocking it like a mountain.

Zhou Heng couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he felt that Fu Cheng's expression should not be very good. Zhou Heng wanted to call him up, but before he could say anything to Fu Cheng, he was hugged by Fu Cheng, who suddenly stepped in.

Fu Cheng's hug was completely different from the previous one, with a domineering attitude, trapping Zhou Heng between the sedan chair and his own arm, as if this was the safest place in Quanxia.

If this is really the case, Fu Cheng is willing to hold him for the rest of his life and keep him away from those dangers, but unfortunately Fu Cheng can't.

Zhou Heng looked up, only saw Fu Cheng's chin, his lips were tight, he liked this kind of Fu Cheng, and no longer played a soft sheep, revealing a ruthless wildness on his body.

Zhou Heng coughed again, and Fu Cheng let go of him. The sedan chair rose, Fu Cheng put one hand against Zhou Heng's back, and a gentle and powerful internal force slowly came, moistening Zhou Heng's devastated meridians like a spring breeze and drizzle.

Zhou Heng didn't struggle, he was open and honest with Fucheng, and he was willing to show all his fragile appearance. After a while, Zhou Heng felt a lot smoother, and the whole person felt a lot more comfortable, and Fu Cheng let go of his hand.

Zhou Heng said: "I'm fine. Fu Cheng snorted, and then the two of them didn't speak, Fu Cheng looked ahead, as if there was only himself in the sedan chair.

"Angry?" Zhou Heng went to break Cheng's face. Fu Cheng tilted his head, shook off Zhou Heng's hand, and said, "No." Zhou Heng felt that Fu Cheng's angry appearance was a little funny, like a child with a temper, a little boyish, and said, "I'm really fine." "Fushiro doesn't want to pay attention to him, what a strange place Kyoto is.

Fu Cheng didn't want to understand those conspiracies, but he could see that Zhou Heng had actually practiced himself in order to achieve his goal.

After Fu Cheng came to Kyoto, he didn't just stay in the prince's mansion as an idle minister, he went out slowly to buy beads and rouge, and by the way, he got to know this national teacher.

Fu Cheng silently followed the corridor for half a month, Fu Cheng observed that the kung fu of the corridor and Rama's kung fu are the same, the Ming Wang finger of the corridor and Rama's spring breeze palm are simply the same vein Fu Cheng planted a finger in Zhou Heng's heart in advance, and he can block this time, so what about next time?

What if Fu Cheng didn't react next time? If Fu Cheng didn't come to Kyoto this time, what would happen to Zhou Heng?

I don't fit in, no matter how hard I try, I don't get used to it. What happened in Kyoto, Fucheng didn't have a sense of security, and every time he woke up, he didn't know if Zhou Heng could come back, it was too torturous.

After a while, the sedan chair stopped, and Fu Cheng said, "Come down." Fu Cheng didn't go directly, he stopped in front of the sedan chair, as if he wanted to take Zhou Heng out directly.

Zhou Heng saw that there were still passers-by in front of the Prince's Mansion, coughed lightly, and said, "I can walk by myself." Fu Cheng's stubborn temper came up and said, "Either I carry you, or I will give you a hug, you choose." Zhou Hengyi raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the Prince's Mansion." Fu Cheng said: "What are you afraid of, anyway, I'm your male favorite." There was nothing wrong with this, Zhou Heng was really afraid that Fu Cheng would beat him sideways in front of so many people and hug him in, then he would lose face and lose face in the whole of Kyoto.

Zhou Heng sighed, he knew that when Fu Cheng was angry, he could only follow and not be able to fight him, Zhou Heng obediently lay on Fu Cheng's back, anyway, it didn't feel bad.

Fu Cheng carried Zhou Heng on his back, as if he was carrying the whole body on his back. The weight of the man behind him is not light, Fu Cheng wants to carry Zhou Heng's grievances and grievances together, but he can't afford it, he can't be in Kyoto for the rest of his life, he cherishes every opportunity to be with Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng can't have an accident, at least not in front of Fu Cheng's eyes.

Zhou Heng's problem is not big, the meridians are damaged, and he can only give birth to them, and there is no other way to seek speed.

He can't use force in the near future, but Zhou Heng is a prince, and there is no place to use force except for today's special circumstances, and with Fucheng by his side, he is equivalent to an invisible guard.

Fucheng asked Yan Shaokang to come over and take a look, that is, to recuperate more and take medicine well. Fu Cheng fed Zhou Heng medicine, not a word, silently blowing medicine, and then feeding it to Zhou Heng, the two didn't even make eye contact, and his level of medicine was much better than Zhou Heng's,

"I don't think I'm good for you to recover, I'll stay away from you. Fu Cheng was serious, and he didn't care that his prince's face was already dark, and continued: "I will move to another courtyard with these two. ”

"You dare!" Zhou Heng's voice was a little pleasing to Fu Cheng, and it was rare to see the prince deflated, and said, "I'll come back when you're well." After that, he left regardless of Zhou Heng's face.

Fucheng went to find Yan Shaokang, who was also brought to Kyoto from Bailu City, Yan Shaokang adapted much better than him.

The main thing is that his existence is somewhat of a threat to Zhou Heng, Yan Shaokang does not go out, and hides in a courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, guarded by guards on the third floor and the outer three floors.

Yan Shaokang is like a plant raised in the prince's mansion, growing silently in the corner, as long as he is given some water, Yan Shaokang reads medical books, studies herbs, and thinks about Liu Qingqing most of the time.

He is a doctor but kills someone, Liu Qingqing will never forgive him in his life, but he is still thinking about Liu Qingqing.

Sometimes I wonder if he hadn't had such paranoid revenge and he hadn't killed Xue Fengniang, would his life be better now?

Yan Shaokang's thoughts were interrupted by Fu Cheng, and he was stunned the moment he saw Fu Cheng, and said, "Why are you here?"

"Look at you. Fu Cheng looked at the side, the courtyard was covered with herbs and was drying, a smell of medicine, he didn't like to smell medicine on weekdays, and he frowned when he came in.

"Are you here to ask about the prince's condition?" Yan Shaokang thought for a while with his poor emotional intelligence and could only come up with this answer, "He's really fine." ”

"It's not. Fu Cheng rejected him, he and Yan Shaokang sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard, Yan Shaokang poured him a cup of tea, which was about brewed medicine, Fu Cheng drank it and frowned, thinking that the doctor was too particular.

Fu Cheng rolled up his sleeves, revealing a wound on his arm, the wound was ulcerated and purple, and blood pus flowed out, this was not a big injury, he originally thought that he should be able to deal with it, but the wound became more and more serious, and there was no sign of healing, if he took off his clothes, it was impossible to hide it from Zhou Heng, so they had to divide the room.

Yan Shaokang glanced at Fucheng's injury, ordinary knife wounds are not like this, people who use knives are vicious, and the knife is coated with poison, once injured, it will only fester, and ordinary gold sore medicine is useless at all.

Yan Shaokang frowned and said, "How did you get it?" Fu Cheng didn't have much expression, just said simply: "There is a price to pay for tracking the national teacher." "There are many masters around the corridor, and you won't lose if you fight alone, but it's also very troublesome to have more lackeys.

Fortunately, the other party thought that he was a member of the Double Knife Society, and did not attract any unnecessary attention to Zhou Heng.

Yan Shaokang silently treated Fu Cheng's wound, although the wound was troublesome, it was not difficult for him, and he had to remove the carrion little by little before applying medicine.

Yan Shaokang didn't boil it with hemp, and it was a meticulous and long process to remove the carrion, and in this process, Fu Cheng was silent, if it weren't for the slight cold sweat on his forehead and his clenched teeth, Yan Shaokang thought that he really didn't feel pain.

Yan Shaokang looked at Fu Cheng while wrapping gauze, the other party was very calm, his eyebrows and eyes were a little cold, and a strand of hair hung down from his forehead, making him a little mysterious.

Yan Shaokang wanted to ask Fu Cheng what he was doing these days, but he didn't ask, because Fu Cheng wouldn't tell him.

After bandaging, Yan Shaokang was cleaning up the medicine box, and Fu Cheng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Why do you want to follow Zhou Heng?" If others were asked such a deep question so coldly, they would definitely feel offended, but Yan Shaokang didn't feel this way, even if you want to ask him about the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, he is also a zombie face.

Yan Shaokang didn't stop cleaning up, and said, "Don't you know? Emperor Yongle has harmed my whole family. Fu Cheng said: "Killing Rao is the prince." "There is a true friendship between Fucheng and Yan Shaokang, and the words are more direct, and they don't twist and turn.

"I also remember the hatred of the prince. Yan Shaokang said: "It was Emperor Yongle who forced my father to donate medicine, and my father did not donate medicine that day, and our Menghuan clan also ended up being beheaded." "In order to be able to keep the family, my father cooperated with Empress Chen to create Zhou Heng, but this incident only delayed the demise of the Menghuan clan, and the one revealed by the matter still can't escape a dead word, which is nothing more than the difference between dying at the hands of the prince and Emperor Yongle.

"You follow Zhou Heng because you want revenge. Fu Cheng asked. Yan Shaokang said: "Yes." ”

"Do you regret it?" Fu Cheng cultivated in his early years, and in the following years, he believed in Buddhism, Taoism and Buddhism made people put down the butcher's knife and give up the obsession in their hearts.

Fu Cheng didn't, he didn't feel most of the things in the world, and he didn't even have any obsessions with Zhou Heng, even if he wanted to take revenge on the Life and Death Sect, but that kind of thought was not paranoid.

Fu Cheng didn't understand Zhou Heng, but he tried his best to understand him, in his opinion, Yan Shaokang should understand.

Yan Shaokang didn't have any words, he thought about this question carefully, because of revenge, he violated his conscience and killed Xue Fengniang of Baihua Street, because of revenge, he lost Liu Qingqing forever, are these things what he wants?

Yan Shaokang thought for a moment, and finally said sincerely with his zombie face: "I don't know." Yan Shaokang struggled, but thinking of the tragic death of the whole clan, those hideous faces, dead corpses, and souls that could not escape, Yan Shaokang could not forget these.

On the road to revenge, when people do not pay an unacceptable price, how can they talk about regret? After hearing this, Fu Cheng said: "I understand. Yan Shaokang raised his head, he didn't quite understand what Fu Cheng understood.

Fu Cheng walked out of the courtyard, he really understood, he followed Zhou Heng on a boat, and when he came up, he couldn't get down, the purpose was to kill Emperor Yongle without dying.

Before this, everyone who was in front of Emperor Yongle, those national teachers, ministers, eunuchs, and everything that hindered him, Zhou Heng would not let go.

If this includes himself, Zhou Heng will not let go of Fucheng. In the face of revenge, Zhou Heng is willing to pay for his life, not to mention Fucheng's life.

He recognized this, he understood Zhou Heng's paranoia, and he knew that he couldn't escape it at all. In this case, Fu Cheng is willing to help him, and on the road of revenge, Fu Cheng is willing to help him, but in his own way.