The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Because of the rebellion, the regent was executed by the nine clans, and all the court officials involved in the incident were punished as they should be in accordance with the laws of the dynasty.

Only the prince, one of the central figures in the incident, remained unaffected as usual.

How can it be?

The officials who did not know the truth found it unbelievable and thought that the emperor was so confused that he would keep the rebels around him and create trouble.

Things turned out differently than expected. Li Linxian was so angry that he vomited blood, and his legs, which were almost healed, ached faintly.

The little bastard's life is good. Even in the beginning of Tianbeng's career, he was able to make a comeback and take advantage of the storm to ascend to the position of future prince.

If he had been cruel enough to beat the little bastard to death, now the throne that was under one person and over ten thousand people should belong to him.

Feeling depressed, he made an appointment with a few friends to gather in a restaurant. The carriage driving on the road in the capital was suddenly forced to stop.

In the carriage, Li Linfeng accidentally fell to his knees on both legs without noticing. The gaping wound was so painful that he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Master...Master, are you okay?" The horseman's stumbling voice came from outside the carriage.

"What a fart, you damn dog slave, you can't even drive a horse, what use do I have for you?"

Li Linfeng gritted his teeth and almost fainted from the pain, "What happened? Who dares to block my son's way?"

"Go back to the master, what's ahead is...yes, yes, yes..." The groom seemed to have seen something daunting. His voice was very nervous and he couldn't even express a complete sentence clearly.

waste.

Li Linfeng frowned and endured the pain to lift the curtain of the car. Not far away, a finely crafted gilt dragon pattern first came into view. Above it was a luxurious palace, with elite soldiers on both sides of the vehicle leading the way.

Seeing this, the people around him knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

He actually collided with Emperor Luanjia.

Li Linfeng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly asked the driver to move the carriage. He knelt down and saluted and apologized: "Your Majesty, I forgive you. I accidentally bumped into your carriage. I hope your Majesty will forgive you..."

"Tsk, are you surprised to see Gu?"

A familiar voice reached Li Linfeng's ears. He raised his head in surprise and saw a graceful young man sitting on the carriage that only the emperor could ride, holding a white cat in his arms.

It was his younger brother Li Chongyi.

When Li Linfeng saw this scene, his head suddenly shut down.

Luanjia is a way of traveling that belongs exclusively to the emperor. It is magnificent and represents the absolute power and majesty of the emperor.

Now that the emperor is still in the world, the prince actually commits the crime of acting as his successor and swaggering around the capital as an emperor. Isn't he afraid of being criticized and arousing the emperor's suspicion?

When everyone realized that the person in Luan Jia was not the emperor, but the prince of the East Palace, they immediately whispered to each other.

As expected, he was a bastard who had no place on the stage. He came from a humble background and was arrogant. He couldn't wait to show off everywhere before he became the prince, just like a nouveau riche who was eager to prove himself.

Unbearable.

Li Linfeng sneered in his heart, and the disdain on his face was not concealed.

The eunuch next to Luan Jia came over, slapped him hard, looked around at everyone's different looks, and said loudly: "His Royal Highness is the master of the East Palace appointed by the emperor. He is the future emperor of the Great Dynasty. He has the emperor's permission to do so." Who dares to question the emperor’s travel standards?”

Having received such special treatment before he ascended the throne, it seems that His Highness the Crown Prince is deeply recognized by the emperor, everyone thought, and quickly knelt down to salute.

Even though Li Linfeng was unwilling to do so, he had to cover half of his swollen face and kneel down: "I don't dare."

He squeezed out a few words from his throat, his face turned red and white, and he knelt down to his concubine whom he had looked down on before. He felt very shameful and humiliated.

"Be flat."

Li Chongyi stroked the white cat in his hand and glanced meaningfully in Li Linfeng's direction, "You'd better think so in your heart."

"I have something important to do, so I won't accompany you."

Luan Jia continued to move forward, and the crowd dispersed, doing whatever he had to do.

Li Linfeng looked at the luxurious car with hatred in his eyes.

Maybe God's will is not beautiful.

For several days, no stars appeared in the night sky over the capital, let alone the moon.

The eminent monk couldn't help but become a little worried. The emperor's health was getting worse and worse, the damage was accelerating, and the whole person had lost a lot of weight.

Finally I couldn’t hide it anymore.

One cloudy afternoon, when the emperor was correcting a memorial, Xiaomao saw with his own eyes that his body suddenly trembled, and then he vomited a large pool of bright red blood, which was all over the table.

shocking.

Song Jiu squatted in the emperor's arms, protected by his dragon robe and not stained with blood.

After reacting, he looked at the man anxiously, trying to find wounds or something.

Manager Lin handed the medicine to the emperor and cleansed the blood stains on the document in an orderly manner. His movements were skillful. It was obvious that this situation was not unique to today.

Then why didn't anyone tell him?

No scars could be found, and Song Jiu became even more anxious. He kept meowing and burst into tears.

The emperor took the medicine and wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. He looked down at the cat with a pair of deep phoenix eyes and sighed: "I still let you find it. Don't cry. It's not a stubborn disease that cannot be cured. Spit it out." It’s all blood stasis caused by years of illness, and it needs to be expelled from the body.”

"Xiaojiu, be good, don't overthink and make yourself in a bad mood. If I feel that you have lost weight, I will swell your butt."

After the emperor vomited blood, he could still laugh and tease him. Song Jiu bit the opponent's slender finger angrily, but he was afraid that the bite would hurt, so he did not dare to use force with his canine teeth.

Pretend, scare.

But are the vivid colors on the table really blood stasis?

Song Jiu understood that the matter was not simple. In order to find out the truth, he pretended that he didn't notice any abnormalities and ate and drank when he should, secretly keeping a few more thoughts in mind.

He found that the figure of the eminent monk who frequently visited the palace before always whispered about moonlight and souls when he was not around.

Manager Lin was also cautious and would not speak once a certain topic was involved.

Everyone was hiding something from him, Song Jiu only realized this now.

What big thing is there to hide from a dumb cat? It was clear that even the emperor had never avoided his existence before, even state secrets.

Song Jiu didn't understand.

Until one night when the moon was high in the sky, he saw the truth.