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When we got back to Guanyongyuan, it felt cool all of a sudden, and the jade crystal plate was filled with ice cubes to relieve the heat.

Yu Tingwan looked at the thin pajamas on the tray in the hand of the maid, and reached out to pick it up. She didn't know what the material was, but it felt cold to the touch.

On the side, the manager of the embroidery workshop in the mansion said flatteringly: "Princess, I have made more than twenty pieces in total, and this one is the lightest."

Pei Zhi said in a gentle voice, "You always feel too hot at night."

This summer has been extremely hot and hot, with not a drop of rain for many days, but Guanjuyuan has nothing to do with heat.

But every night when he came back, he would hold her in his arms, and it would be uncomfortable to be so close together.

Yu Tingwan didn't want to wear the pajamas at all, so he asked someone to put them away. His voice was a little harsh: "More than twenty pieces are too extravagant. The imperial court asked the Chang'an gentry to be frugal, but you are still like this."

The man sitting next to him took a cup of tea and put it on the table, making a clicking sound. It was the imperial court, wasn't it him.

"The extravagance of the nobles is completely different from the extravagance you mentioned."

Pei Zhi glanced at the drunken red silver silk lotus pattern dress on the woman in front of him. If he remembered correctly, this was the fourth time he had seen her wearing this dress.

Yu Tingwan's clothes, jewelry, and incense were all given by him. She seemed to have never asked for anything new.

"Like Wang Xie, the female family members of noble families will not wear the same clothes twice. When the guests change their clothes, the mother-in-law of Emperor Min will have two maids beside them to smoke incense." Pei Zhi's face was cold, "The world's wealth is ten thousand Eight or nine of them were gathered in the hands of the nobles, so they spent extravagantly, which is called extravagance."

"I just ordered someone to make me some pajamas. It's nothing extravagant."

At the end of the conversation, Pei Zhi was obviously a little unhappy. He just felt that Yu Tingwan didn't like the clothes and found an excuse to refuse openly.

Yu Tingwan lowered her eyes, she naturally knew this.

Pei Zhi grew up in the army and was not so sophisticated. However, all the female family members of the noble family he had seen were like this, so he found it unusual.

It was indeed normal for him. Firstly, he did not use the national treasury, and secondly, the money he spent was a drop in the bucket.

Back then, the Pei family's family assets could provide Pei Xu with 100,000 troops, but now they only have a piece of pajamas.

After all, she and the man in front of her grew up in completely different circumstances and are naturally completely different people.

She nodded finally, not knowing what she was thinking.

This look made Pei Zhi feel a fire in his chest. He had seen everything on Yu Tingwan's body and naturally wanted the best.

She didn't appreciate it at all.

Pei Zhi took a look at the hairpins on her head. One of the hairpins should have been given by Marquis Pingyang. Except for the shabby peachwood hairpin, the rest were picked out by him himself. He finally felt better.

*

King Wei ordered Fu Xun to inform the officials in Jinling that if he surrendered, he would be cared for favorably, and if he refused, he would be beheaded.

After Fu Xun's lieutenants were assassinated and killed, his methods became more direct and brutal, leaving no room for them to hesitate.

Fu Xing took advantage of the chaos to escape. He and Queen Zhou teamed up to murder Princess Chengyang. Pei Zhi had already issued an order that the person who got the head of the Liang King would be granted the title of Marquis of the Capital City, and the person who got the head of a descendant of the Fu family would be rewarded with a thousand taels.

The weather was too hot. Even with ice cubes and incense, Fu Xing's head still stunk.

When Fu Xun entered the capital, he was greeted by hundreds of officials. Naturally, he would not hand Prince Liang's head to Pei Zhi, but would send it to Prince Wei's palace the next day.

Pei Zhi raised the corners of his lips, nodded and said, "General Laofu."

Ignoring the disgusting smell, Chiying took the smelly silver box and went into the palace to pay homage to the emperor.

The Zichen Palace was filled with incense, and Chen Zhaoyi was waiting beside the emperor's bed.

The emperor's condition is getting worse and worse. Que Wen originally said that he could live for five years, but now it seems that even three years is a problem.

Originally, Chen Zhaoyi didn't care whether the emperor died or not, but when she remembered that her son was the prince, she still hoped that the emperor would live longer.

There was some movement outside, it seemed like someone was coming.

Only the King of Wei could enter the Zichen Palace without being informed.

Chen Zhaoyi left silently, and when she passed by King Wei, she caught a glimpse of the smile on his lips, and felt a chill in her heart. In addition, the stench emanating from the silver box was really special, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Pei Zhi didn't care about Chen Zhaoyi at all. He opened the silver box himself and looked down at the emperor lying on the couch.

The old emperor naturally knew what this smell was like. His dim eyes suddenly widened, and the slow and gentle voice of King Wei came to his ears.

"Uncle, I said I would come to you with Fu Xing's head on his neck, and I never break my promise."

The emperor's eyelids twitched. Pei Zhi's voice was very similar to Pei Xu's. The only difference was the tone, which was gentler. It sounded like he was some kind of civil servant who was obsessed with Confucianism.

Not at all like that mad dog Pei Xu.

However, at this moment, the young man in front of him calmly picked up a ball of bloody flesh and blood, threw it to the ground carelessly, and pulled up the dying emperor on the couch.

"Take a closer look. Does he still look the same as he did more than ten years ago?"

The emperor couldn't help but want to vomit, but he couldn't eat recently. In the end, he only vomited some sour water, which stained the dragon couch.

Pei Zhi sighed and said, "I forgot that Queen Zhou is quite familiar with him. Unfortunately, my aunt has been crushed to ashes and cannot help my uncle identify her."

The sound of "uncle" was like a reminder, and the emperor felt a lump in his throat and couldn't take a breath.

Pei Zhi hadn't called his uncle in this tone for a long time. The last time he called his uncle was when he was five years old. In front of Princess Chengyang, he pointed at the dragon chair and called his uncle in a sweet voice, saying that he wanted to sit on that chair too.

Later, I heard that Pei Xu had used family law to punish him for being arrogant and unruly. From then on, Pei Zhi would only address the emperor as "Your Majesty" every time he saw him. As he grew older, his etiquette in front of others became more and more thoughtful. .

"What do you want to do? Take my life now?"

The old emperor's chest was heaving and he was gasping for breath. He raised his head and glared at Pei Zhi, trying to look majestic.

"Why do you say that, Your Majesty?" The expression of the young man in purple clothes and jade crown changed. The smile on his lips remained unchanged, but the address was the same as before, as if the humiliation that was almost threatening just now did not exist at all.

"I went out of my way to invite Divine Doctor Que to the capital for Your Majesty's sake. The people of Chang'an know about it. How could I do such a treasonous act as regicide?"

Every time Pei Zhi said a word, the emperor's face became uglier.

His appearance disgusted the emperor even more than before.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor is waiting outside. I will leave first."

Pei Zhi will not let the emperor die now. If he enters the palace on the front foot, it will not matter if someone dies on the back foot.

What's more, he still had some unfinished business. The death of the emperor was a national mourning, and he would have to wait at least two or three months.

The imperial doctor smelled the smell as soon as he came in. Before he could give the emperor acupuncture, someone ran in and took away the head.

"Lord, what should I do with this thing?"

Pei Zhi glanced at the thing in Chi Ying's hand, his expression was not very good, "You can burn it or feed it to the dogs."

As soon as he returned to Prince Wei's Mansion, he ordered people to prepare water for bathing. After washing three times, he went to Guanjuyuan.

As soon as Pei Zhi sat down next to him, Yu Tingwan smelled the refreshing scent of bamboo. Today he was wearing a bamboo-green brocade robe, his brows were relaxed, as if something had happened to his liking, and his movements were relaxed and casual.

Yu Tingwan found it strange that Pei Zhi didn't like to use incense.

"This incense is quite good." She turned over the book in her hand and said casually: "Why did you suddenly use incense today?"