Ning Gu

It was only after dawn that many people were still asleep, but Xianzhi knew that since his master left, his father didn't like to sleep at night. It turned out that Lu Qi was still young, and his father slept between them. On the side of the person, it was the night when the father and king were rarely haunted by nightmares.

Later, even sleeping next to Lu Qi and Xianzhi, he inevitably dreamed of someone.After that, his father always woke up early and sat in the hall to criticize.

Over time, the evening conversations between his father and son turned into morning conversations.

That night, the old slave said Xie Wuling's words "Don't believe what he says" in the palace garden, and he lay on the couch without sleeping for a long time.

Waiting in a daze until the sun rose, he saw the empty couch on the other side.He knew that Lu Qi did not return tonight, but there were not many people who could stop Lu Qi's footsteps.

Since Xie Wuling left, Lu Qi has always relied on him more than others. This kind of confidence is enviable.

He paced outside the Pingshan Hall until the people in the hall said: "Since you are here, come in and talk."

Xianzhi stepped in and saw that Zhao Zuo was just like in the morning in the past, without a crown, but only a coat.Holding a vermilion pen with yellow palms, he never even raised his head.

When Lu Qi was young, he once asked the Holy Majesty why he didn't put on his crown when he got up in the morning. If he was so rude, his father would tell him.

Zhao Zuo hugged Lu Qi into his arms, and explained softly: "The person who put on the crown is gone, how to put on the crown?"

And Xianzhi stood beside Zhao Zuo at that time, listened to these words silently, and whispered to the person who left in his heart: "Master, look, father is still waiting for you to put on the crown."

It's just that Xianzhi at that time always thought that that person might never hear it again.

Xianzhi stood on the hall for a while, father and son listened to the birdsong under the eaves, after a long time, Xianzhi said: "Father, don't you want to see the person at the bottom of the mountain?"

"Do you know who is at the foot of the mountain?" Zhao Zuo put the brush aside.

"If it's what Xianzhi thinks, he should be the one who can crown his father." Xianzhi lowered his head and looked at his feet. "My son still remembers that my father once said that there was only one person in the world who could wear a crown for his father. His name was 'Xie Wuling'."

He knew what the secret he said meant. If Grandpa had eyes and ears in the Palace of Ping, the people down the mountain would probably be targeted by the blade at this time.

The Liang family, a relative who stood on the foot of the royal family of the Fufeng family, a rich family that Xie Wuling only got half of his vitality in exchange for his life.His ambition is obvious, and everyone knows Fufeng.

If it wasn't for Xie Wuling's guilt letter, which would have pulled the stake; if it wasn't for Zhao Zuo's strong control of power and keeping them tight, I'm afraid the fall of power would not be able to stop it.

But Xianzhi knows that the safest place in this world is the sheltered place given to him by his father.

What he said now was just a gamble for safety.He is like Zhao Zuo in everything, but he only has the heart of a gambler. Unlike Zhao Zuo, he is more like Xie Wuling.

Knowing a son is like a father, Zhao Zuo raised his eyes to him, still with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "Xie Ning is forbidden, envy, you are overstepping the rules."

"Father." Xianzhi changed his words, and said again, "You let him go..., now it's been five years since you regretted it, do you still want to regret it today?"

Xianzhi is one of the few witnesses in their relationship that is constantly being cut and messed up. He didn't understand it at first, but he only knew that there was a person in this world who sincerely treated his father well and treated him well, so he gave him a masterpiece "House Heng" garden, which made him the envy of many children.

His mother was a concubine of the Liang family, and her status was about the same as his father's at that time, so no matter where he went, he could only bow his head, and swallowed his grievances.

At that time, Xie Wuling was a top-notch figure shared by the people of Fufeng City. He built a garden, but it was used as a gift, and the owner of this gift was envious of him.

Xianzhi is still grateful to this day, for the person who gave him the first light in his life.

Later Xie Wuling agreed to be his master, and even moved to Juheng to teach him the principles of economics.

In Juheng, he has seen all the faces of Xie Wuling, his good and bad thoughts, the devastated world in his eyes, his love, and his regrets. I dare not complain for Xie Wuling, because that is the choice of the two of them.

He is timid to confront his father, he can only treat Lu Qi as good as possible, even in front of Lu Qi, he only shows the good side, like his father, he gave him all the beauty of the world, But he swallowed everything that was marinated, including his flesh and blood.

But in the past five years, his hatred for this superior has gradually wavered.

"What did you say?" Zhao Zuo was like a wolf whose tail was caught, his eyes were still cold, but his voice lost his confidence, but the anger in his heart quietly stagnated, "What do you know?"

But Xianzhi knelt down, lowered his head and said: "My son, I saw a secret decree in Chongque once, an order from my father, and my son knew that it was a secret decree for death and thanks. My son knows, thank you The sin letter helped the father to remove the left arm and right arm of the grandfather. The minister also knows that Xie Xiang’s chronic illness is all because of the father. Those who the father knows and don’t know are seriously ill. The son is in Juheng and has witnessed it with his own eyes. .”

Zhao Zuo started to shoot the case, but the words were stuck in his throat. The secret decree was indeed made by him, and he could not refute it. The change of blood in the court that year was indeed paid for by Xie Wuling's life. There is also the old scab in Xianzhi's mouth—— The old scab on Xie Wuling's collarbone, no matter how long it takes, he will never forget it.

"Isn't my father's five-year nightmare enough? Does my father want to say that I don't regret it?"

Xianzhi asked twice, like two sharp knives, gouging out Zhao Zuo's heart.

He also hated, hated that person named Xie Wuling, who gave him such a difficult problem; he also hated, hated that under the current situation, there was nowhere to rest the wind, flowers, snow and moon; .He didn't know how to tell that secret, and he didn't know how to explain his secret decree.

A lot of people were harmed by this imperial power, the abbot of Zhaoxing, Xie Wuling, and Zhao Zuo's father, Zhao Zuo, also couldn't escape.

Zhao Zuo closed his eyes, and said after a long time: "Today, I don't regret it." After finishing speaking, he closed the folder in his hand and threw it in front of Xianzhi's eyes, "For the widow, hide him well. The wind is about to blow."

Xianzhi leaned over to pick up the booklet, and looked at the words on it: The capital Yongguo's mansion was flooded, and Yongguogong and his family died together.

Xianzhi frowned, all he knew, the reason Xie Wuling came to Fufeng was that Duke Yong brought him from Zhaoxing.

Before Xianzhi could express his worries, he heard Zhao Zuo open the door of Pingshan Hall, walked out, and ordered: "The sun is still good, go to Zhaoxing to have a cup of tea, and the Lord of the Mausoleum will go with you. I don't know Lu Qi That kid, have you prepared tea for the widow in Zhaoxing?"

Then Xianzhi put the zhezi in his wide sleeves, got up and followed, and heard Zhao Zuo say: "If Prime Minister Liang gets up, you can take him to Zhaoxing again."

Of course, Xie Ling didn't know about this morning conversation.

Xianzhi avoided talking about the Pingshan Palace, and told him the story that the old slave and Suizhu told him the night before. Xie Ling listened to him telling the part of his memory, didn't say much, just smiled .

After all, it has been more than ten years.

Some human debts cannot be explained or calculated.

Xie Ling took out a book from his right hand, flipped through a few pages at random, and said, "Do you know about Duke Yong's escape?"

"know."

"Do you know about Huixuan's death?"

"I just... know." Xian Zhi raised his eyes to look at this person, "That little novice told me just now."

"Tired." Xie Ling put the book back in its original place, his eyebrows drooping a little, "If Qi'er comes back, let him tell you what he saw in the dark room yesterday."

Before Xie Ling finished speaking, he leaned against the cushion and closed his eyes.It's not that he's tired, it's that these memories are coming to him, he can't stand it, and in front of this person, he should have been vigilant, but suddenly it's like being relieved, even vigilance was relieved.

He closed his eyes, and felt some words popping out from all directions in his mind. He didn't know how long he could last, and he only hoped that he could last until he found the man in black who killed Huixuan.

The blood in his chest suddenly surged along with the memory, he felt a fishy-sweet accumulation in his throat, he swallowed it forcefully, and was afraid that Xianzhi would notice something strange, so he used the excuse of being tired.