What is the emperor's bottom line? It doesn't matter if the Yan State mission dies, as long as you leave me a messenger, that little bastard in the academy, it doesn't matter if he is killed or disabled, maybe this can be regarded as saving his life, and I will reward him here, there is nothing wrong with this; but in Chang'an, Yi Xiaocia can't hurt a single hair, this is the face of the emperor, the face of Daqin, you can't always sacrifice your body for Daqin with your front foot, your bones are not cold, and the only heir of the Yi family on your back foot will be bullied? Bullying orphans and widows, this is a big drop in the market, how can this uncle of the Great Qin Communist Party be the uncle?

Yi Xingkong, the prince, he is also different from other princes and princes, he has made countless contributions to Daqin in his life, not to mention, not to mention that all men have sacrificed their lives for the country, the key is to be able to do things, to be trusted, and to be indifferent to fame, he has never done anything in the court, in private, he has done so many things, and he has never blocked the two generations of emperors, and he saved the prince when he died. This sentiment is great.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is simply not the bottom line, but the red line! Not to mention stepping on it, you have to peel off the skin if you lean on it.

At the beginning, after Li Jinglan put aside the complicated relationship, he thought about it again and again, and had to pull Yi Xiaocian into the water, whether it was the relationship between the division and the battle, or the battle of Wushengguan, this routine could not find any fault, but when he discussed this matter with Yi Xiaocian, he was ridiculed a lot, and the flying vinegar was called a sour, and Rao was Li Jinglan's face was tempered, and he also ran away.

The princess, the county lord, purely literally, is naturally the former more noble, but in fact, on the contrary, in Great Qin Chang'an, and in the long years to come, the difference in their status is simply a cloud of mud, and it will only get bigger and bigger.

Therefore, the old eunuch roared in Huaguang Tower, and none of the hands in front of and behind the scenes dared to stretch out a fingertip, not half of them. Princes and generals, none of them can compare to the identity of the old prince before and after his death, who does not have three relatives and six reasons for the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes? This is the destruction of the family!

The hundred officials were furious, no way, the princess was assassinated? Who doesn't know in his heart? There is no way that people have mutual evidence, the envoy and the little princess of the Yan Kingdom who came to the bright face have no problems with their identities, and the Daqin Academy with the words of the gentleman, biting to death is the assassination of the princess, what's the matter, no matter how thick the skin is, I don't dare to let my Daqin assassin come to the Yan State Mission, and he has nothing to do with the county lord, it is really a coincidence? No one dares to be so embarrassed. In the face of the relationship Daqin, there was only one side of the court.

The emperor was furious, and scolded the fucking Li Jinglan a hundred times in his heart, who are you not good to bring? Do you prefer to die or not to take the little county lord to the little county lord? This is a mistake, no one can hang up! But think about it carefully, to break this situation, relying on the relationship of this little bastard in the capital, the prince dare not use it, the black-clothed guard can't use it, Wu Yong, who has a better relationship, has drawn a clear line, and there is really only this one way to go, at least, now except for himself being shot, there is no irreparable major event, otherwise it should really be cut by a thousand cuts.

Now it's okay, the Yan State delegation has been in Beijing for more than ten days, you can pretend not to see it, and if you dry it for more than ten days, it is only a matter of whether the emperor is in a good mood or not, but the little county lord is in Chang'an, and he was attacked in front of the Yan State delegation, don't you want to express your condolences? The emperor hated this in his heart! By the way, he scolded the dead fat man a hundred times.

The emperor was furious, Chang'an Order, the Criminal Department, the black-clothed guard, and Yulinwei all went crazy, not to mention, the Honglu Temple also quickly recovered its work efficiency, and Li Tianxing, who had been working hard for more than ten days, was finally summoned by the emperor. The Yan delegation was temporarily safe in Chang'an, and they were beaten and scolded, and the rest was that everyone sat down and talked with their noses pinched, no way, that little bastard waded into the water by himself and dragged everyone down. This ability to pull hatred is comparable to that dead fat man back then, and everyone only patted their heads at this time, alas, I'll go, I don't have a long memory!

In the hut in the backyard of the academy, the protagonist, who was hated by most of Chang'an, was lying on the bed, and Yuan Xiaofei, whose eyes were red, changed his dressing.

"Young master, why are you doing this?" Since Yuan Xiaofei entered the academy, she has really regarded this young master as her own, both in her mouth and in her heart, how many young masters can there be in the world?

"Miss Yuan, slow down, slow down!" Li Jinglan grinned.

"Why did you go earlier? Now I know it hurts? I've never seen such a desperate person, no wonder the book says that the fox girl likes to play tricks on stupid scholars, and she was blinded by the princess of the Yan Kingdom? If I am the county lord, I will split the fox with a sword. Yuan Xiaofei tearfully took down the thick stack of cloth that had been glued into a hard shell of the coagulated blood in her hand, muttering as she walked.

"Miss Yuan, why did you think so much at that time!" Li Jinglan's face twitched.

"What about Master Hou? What about Madame? I don't believe you haven't thought about it before. ”

"Ahem, ahem, oops!" Li Jinglan was speechless, so he had to pretend to be in pain.

Li Jinglan made such a big thing, and the prince's mansion that was cold in front of the door was just a handwritten letter of condolences to the prince, but he went to the palace to see Yi Xiaocian in person for the first time, and said that he had spoken for more than half an hour, and visited the Yanguo delegation by the way, and stayed for a moment or so, no more or less, polite and courteous, and had an excellent grasp of proportion, and it was said that the guests and hosts were happy. Regarding the prince's recent low-key practices, all forces have seen it clearly, but they don't quite understand it, only the emperor was silent when he heard the return, and his brows were furrowed.

"It is said that the fourth child is very similar to me, his personality is free and easy, he does things neatly, treats people generously, and has no shelves; Now it seems that he has only learned some skins! An Shi has really inherited my mantle, these things are not royal teachings, those Hongru universities can teach, nor can the vertical and horizontal family who rely on the profit of the tongue can see, here are the earnest teachings of the master, and there are also the secret points of the cloud road, but why do I always feel that this is not the most important, is it that the eyes have been watching, looking at her son, protecting her son? Because, only she knows me best, only she can see my heart thoroughly, there is no way to hide it, she must have told An Shi all this in the dark. Right?" The empty Qinzheng Hall was empty, and the emperor sitting in front of the imperial case muttered to himself, stunned, the red pen was suspended in the air, but he never wrote a word for a long time, and the cinnabar dripping from the pen fell on the yellow silk.

These words, as a lonely person, can only be said and listened to by himself, even the old mink temple who has served him for forty years can't say it, and he doesn't dare to listen to it, he can't listen to it, these words, only one person in the world can say it, it can be heard, only one person can make him feel a trace of warmth in the cold nine-fold palace, but she has already lost her soul. Therefore, there is no warmth or coldness in the emperor's heart, only the pros and cons are weighed.

The Yiren have passed away, and the cinnabar on the yellow silk is like tears.

The Son of Heaven also has sad things, and the nine-fold palace hides his sad face.

The small raindrops in Chang'an City gradually became larger, smashing down on the roof ridge at the corner of the eaves, falling rain like a note, and tears like a note.