Liang Ying, the king of Jin, didn't grasp his identity, and asked very crisply: "I don't know if Your Majesty has any troubles that need to be solved by your younger brother?"

The emperor stared fixedly at a paper lamp in the distance, and asked faintly, "Eighth brother has a grudge in his heart?"

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, was stunned for a moment, and laughed meaningfully, with a little unwillingness, a little complexity, and a hint of relief in the laughter.

The emperor raised his head slightly, looked at Liang Ying, the king of Jin, very seriously, his eyes that had seen through countless things in the world showed a different kind of gray, and he said in a gloomy tone: "If the eighth brother had become the co-master of the world that day, maybe there would not have been the situation today, and I would not have worked so hard." ”

The corners of Liang Ying's mouth curled slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is a rare British lord throughout the ages, why do you say such depressing words." If there is something that needs to be done by the courtiers, it is only necessary to make a holy decree, so why do you have to act like this?"

The emperor sighed, shook his head, and said, "If this is really the case, why do I need to bother the eighth brother?"

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, frowned slightly, and said word by word: "But it involves Uncle Wei Guo, the protector of the army?"

The Emperor did not speak, neither nodding his head in saying yes nor shaking his head in denial.

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor behaving like this, Liang Ying, the king of Jin, was even more unwavering in his guess just now, and continued to ask: "What is happening in the court?"

The emperor's eyes wandered, and he asked rhetorically, "Isn't the eighth brother clear?"

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, flicked his sleeves, stood straight in the pavilion, and said in a cold tone: "Since Your Majesty doesn't believe in Weichen, why bother to do this? Your Majesty went out of the palace late at night to meet with foreign ministers privately, which is against the ancestral system, and it is very inappropriate, please return to the palace as soon as possible." ”

After saying that, Liang Ying, the king of Jin, bowed deeply to Emperor Liang Heng, and there was a sense of indifference in Zhou's body, which was an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The emperor's heart trembled, the dignity of a king did not allow him to apologize to others, and his personal dignity did not allow him to do so.

After all, the man in front of him was not only his courtier, but also his defeated subordinate.

The emperor slowly stood up and said in a deep voice, "In that case, I will come back to visit you another day." ”

After the words were spoken, the emperor's heart seemed to be hanged, he hoped that his eighth brother, His Royal Highness the King of Jin, could go down this step, but he clearly knew the grievances between the two, so he was very uneasy.

After waiting for a long time, Liang Ying, the king of Jin, finally said slowly: "Your Majesty sees the foreign minister privately, it is not reasonable and does not conform to the etiquette system, so don't make the minister embarrassed." ”

His Majesty's heart sank for a moment, and he seemed to ask himself, "Are you still resentful of me?"

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, just said coldly: "Weichen doesn't dare, Your Majesty is the son of heaven of my Great Liang, even if Weichen has ten guts, he doesn't dare to resent Your Majesty." ”

The emperor said, "Don't you dare or don't complain?"

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, just didn't say anything.

The emperor sighed lightly and said: "In this case, then I will not force the eighth brother, I only hope that the eighth brother can support my Liang family in the future, and don't let the world fall into the hands of his surname." ”

A wisp of color flashed in the slightly drooping eyes of Liang Ying, the king of Jin, and returned to normal in an instant, but he just bowed slightly to the emperor and did not answer.

Time is the best teacher, and it can turn a young man with a flamboyant personality into a middle-aged man who looks forward and is timid.

The emperor waited for a while, but did not wait for the answer he wanted, so he had to sigh silently in his heart.

The emperor took one last look at Liang Ying, the silent King of Jin, and said softly: "It's late at night, it's time for me to go back to the palace." ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, said quite respectfully: "Brother Respectfully send Your Majesty." ”

The emperor gave the steps again and again, but he didn't wait for the king of Jin to go down the steps, Rao is emperor was broad-minded, and he was also holding his stomach.

There was a wisp of anger in the Emperor's eyes, and he snorted softly into the air, striding in the direction he had come.

After His Majesty the Emperor and the great eunuch Yu Chaoen left the Jin Palace, Liang Ying, the King of Jin, sighed softly, slowly sank his body, and sat crookedly on the stone bench.

I don't know how long it took, and a figure came to the pavilion with the autumn wind.

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, asked without raising his head: "Qingbi, do you think this king is doing the right thing?"

The woman named Qingbi had a clear voice and replied: "The prince naturally has the prince's reason for doing this, and the slave and maid dare not figure out your mind without authorization." ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, smiled lightly, reached out and grabbed Qingbi's wrist, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qingbi pursed his lips, looking not very happy.

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, pinched the palm of his maidservant and soothed: "Your sister has always been like this, you don't have to keep it in your heart." ”

Qingbi hummed softly, and his face was already a little less unhappy.

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, straightened his face and asked, "Why do you think that person is worried?"

Qingbi didn't think about it, and replied very naturally: "Naturally, it's because of the party of relatives who are in power." ”

"What do you think the situation will be like in the future?" Liang Ying, the king of Jin, seemed to be studying his maid.

Qingbi thought seriously for a while, and said slowly: "The emperor died, the fourth prince or the sixth prince ascended the throne, Uncle Wei mutinied, and the Great Liang was in chaos. ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, squinted his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Uncle Wei Guo is old, if he dies, the situation you said will definitely not appear." ”

Qingbi said softly: "Uncle Wei Guo's heart is towards the Taoist Sect, and there will be hidden masters who will renew his life, so how long he lives is not the main problem." ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, asked again: "What if the Nine Emperor Princes are directly canonized as the princes?"

Qingbi thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Although His Majesty the Emperor is broad-minded, he has been suppressed by his relatives Wei family for many years, and he will not easily bow his head and compromise, otherwise he will not come to visit you at night." ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, sighed and said sarcastically: "I knew today, why bother in the beginning." If he hadn't taken my mother as a hostage that day, how could he be in such a situation today?

Qingbi listened carefully to his master's complaints and persuaded: "No matter what, the Liang family can't fall. If Liang falls, your fate won't be too pretty. ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, reached out and knocked on the forehead of the maidservant, and reprimanded: "No wonder your sister taught you, if you are so inflexible, I will also teach you a lesson." ”

Qingbi said lightly: "The slave is telling the truth. ”

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, smiled bitterly and said, "It is precisely because you are telling the truth that I am angry." ”

Qingbi smiled and stood there quietly.

Liang Ying, the king of Jin, sighed again and asked with a solemn expression, "Do you think I should help him?"

Qingbi nodded and said, "I shouldn't be, I shouldn't." ”

After hearing this answer, Liang Ying, the king of Jin, was silent for a long time, and finally slowly ordered: "Arrange it, I want to meet the boss of the Zhuguo." ”

Qingbi nodded yes, and then disappeared into the pavilion as if it had never appeared.

......

Just when the capital was in a treacherous and quiet situation, some people returned to Jiangnan from the South China Sea to seek revenge, some people went to the north to practice, and some people went to the Taoist sect with heavy responsibilities.

Gyeonggi-do.

A handsome, heroic young man stood quietly on the bank of the Yellow River, carefully looking at the water of the river at night.

The man was naturally Chen Beiwang, who traveled north according to the teacher's order, and after he left the capital, he went straight to the north.

Chen Beiwang gave up the horse that could travel thousands of miles a day and galloped the world, and chose to measure the world with his feet.

Chen Beiwang, who had just left the capital, first settled on the bank of the Luoshui River, where he saw the elegance and delicacy of the river, and also saw many aristocratic boys and girls who traveled in autumn.

Maybe it's because the Central Plains has been peaceful for a long time, Chen Beiwang feels that these nobles have a bit of carelessness in their bones, a little less ambition, and no heroic spirit that a teenager should have, and more than half a point of fat powder.

Chen Beiwang shook his head at those people and chose to continue north.

Cross the river and see the river.

It's just that this river is not the other.

This river is the Yellow River, and the surging water is magnificent, and those who watch the river will rise up a different ambition in the depths of their hearts.

Chen Beiwang stayed on the banks of the Yellow River for a few days, and always felt that there was a string jumping in his heart, but there was always a lack of chance, and it was difficult to think through the feelings in his heart.

He was both excited and melancholy, so he stopped on the bank of the Yellow River, intending to put the throbbing in his heart into practice.

In the autumn night, there was a little breeze, although it was not biting, but it was quite cold, and Chen Beiwang's cultivation was not afraid, but he still shrunk his shoulders and took a few breaths of hot air on his hands.

The waters of the great river continue to waver, and the people who watch the river never give up.

The water stabbed Chen Beiwang's mind like a sharp sword, and the unsatisfactory state of mind gradually became complete, as if the moon on the dome was getting closer and closer to the appearance of the fifteenth.

Yazhou, Lingnan Province.

A man in a green shirt with a long sword behind his back slowly walked in the direction of Jiangnan Road, and without seeing how he moved, the shadows of the trees on the side of the road fell backwards.

After only half a cup of tea, the man in the green shirt had already come to the cliffside by the sea.

In the face of the rough waves, he did not hesitate, but just stepped out gently, and there seemed to be something invisible in the air supporting his feet for him to move forward.

When he walked more than half of the Qiongzhou Strait, he was already surrounded by a cold aura, like an iceman who had just walked out of the 10,000-year-old ice.

Runzhou, Gangnam East Province.

On the wharf by the river, there are two figures, one red and one white, which are Lu Shen and the red girl who went north after leaving Jiaxing, and the two are waiting for the ferry.

In the eyes of onlookers, Lu Shen, who is dressed in white, is very handsome, and he is a good match for the red girl with a scarf.

In the crowd waiting for the ferry, there were four middle-aged men who looked like guards, and behind them stood three women, presumably a mother and daughter and a serving maid.

The young woman stared at Lu Shen, who was fluttering in white, and she didn't have the reserved appearance that a woman should have.

The woman seemed to sense her daughter's gaze, tugged at her sleeve, and whispered something.

The girl didn't know what she heard, and her pink cheeks were covered with a layer of red frost, which was bright and moving in the evening glow.