Imperial City

Lock him in a spacious but cramped birdcage, no matter what he can't escape.

His eyes gradually turned from resentment to madness. His eyes touched the gold-inlaid porcelain bowl on the vermilion lacquer tray, and he suddenly raised his arm to sweep over it.

The eunuch didn't notice for a while, things fell to the ground, the warm mung bean and lotus seed porridge was sticky and clear, and the dark green thin thread blanket was soaked.

The precious porcelain cracked into several petals, and it was no longer exquisite.

Everyone shouted, "Master Wei!"

Wei Qi didn't know where the strength came from, and his upper body slumped straight down, grabbing a piece of broken porcelain and pinching it in his palm.

"Master Wei, be careful!" Several servants were so frightened that they all changed face and rushed to stop them.

Wei Qi was already insane, "Go away! Go away!" He held up objects and waved them around, and the people in his eyes had hideous faces.

They are all his people, all his slaves.

Whether it is the two Xiaoqianzi who accompany him day and night, or the eunuch who flew the kite with him that time, they are all the sons of the emperor.

No matter how good you are to yourself, you still have to listen to the emperor, and you will still look at him like a prisoner.

Who should be killed?Who should I kill?

He looked over one by one, his eyes were as cruel as a lone wolf, but as fragile as a baby rabbit.

Everyone was too frightened to approach, "Master Wei, be careful!" Several people retreated.

The guard outside the door heard the sound, pushed the door and entered, and when he was shocked, he had to report to the Holy Majesty first.

Wei Qi fell into a daze as if he had never heard of it.

Who should be killed?

No one deserves to be killed, no one deserves to die.

The one who should die the most is me.

When you die, you will be liberated, and you will be able to go home and meet your father and relatives in the Chen family.

His arms drooped weakly, and he stared blankly at the tiles in his hands, trembling non-stop.

Don't be cowardly anymore, let him never get...not get me.

Xiao Qianzi and the others dared not blink their eyes, for fear that Wei Qi would go off the road and hurt himself.

Seeing Wei Qi's expression was wrong, he quickly shouted: "Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Chen is still in the palace!"

The tears in Wei Qi's eyes rolled down, his hoarse and choked voice hoarse, he was desperate and struggling to move.

The emperor hurried over, looking at the chaos in the room, his face changed slightly with fright.

Everyone knelt down to receive him, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The emperor approached step by step, staring at the person sitting on the couch, his voice trembling: "Put it down."

Wei Qi was unmoved.

"What's in your hand, quickly, put it down."

Wei Qi smiled suddenly, stared at the emperor, and raised his hand to draw the tile along his right cheek.

Blood overflowed from the white flesh and mixed with tears. The tearful person threw the bloody tile and asked softly the frozen emperor, "My lord, is it good?"

The emperor suddenly felt heartbroken.

He couldn't take a step at this moment, and he didn't know how to move his legs.

The emperor suppressed the wetness in his eyes, a few hours ago he was still kissing Wei Qi's right side of the cheek, and praised Wei Qi's good looks like a fascination, and praised his mother for being able to give birth.

They want revenge one by one.

He closed his eyes helplessly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Xuan."

After all, I can't stay, and I can't go back.

The imperial doctor came tremblingly and treated the wound on Wei Qi's face properly.

The emperor just stood there watching from a distance, and only asked, "Can you make it all right?"

The imperial doctor thought about it and replied: "If you go back to the emperor, the wound on Eunuch Wei's face is quite deep, and it was cut by a sharp weapon. I can only do my best, and maybe it will be as good as before after a long time."

The emperor said nothing with a gloomy face, he just waved his hand, and everyone retreated.

He walked up to Wei Qi, staring at the few drops of blood left on the ground.

"You said you wanted to stay in the palace." You said last night while hugging me.

Another confrontation, the exhausted emperor tried his best to stay.

"Nonsense on the couch." Wei Qi didn't look at the emperor either, just clasped his hands, his voice weak.

After making a fuss, he was no longer able to yell loudly.

"In the end," the emperor said with difficulty, his hands behind his back clenched his drooping hair, "what in the end are you willing to stay?"

After the rage, there was only pleading, and finally lost all dignity.

"Unless I die, I will never stay." Wei Qi said indifferently, "I will never be yours."

At this moment, the emperor just wanted to ask the heavens and the gods, why is it so painful to be born as a human being?

He reached out his hand to touch the white gauze on Wei Qi's face, and he rolled his throat several times with a cry of "Wu Qi", before finally swallowing it.

Wei Qi avoided his hand.

The two were silent.

"You would rather die?"

"Ah."

The Son of Heaven squatted down, nestled in front of the couch and looked at Wei Qi again and again, the love and hate in his eyes had no place to hide.

After a few moments, he said: "Then you leave the palace." There was frustration and exhaustion in his words.

Wei Qi froze in disbelief.

"That……"

The emperor interrupted him, "Your mother will go with you."

Wei Qi turned his eyes to him at this moment, and the two looked at each other, "When can I leave the palace?"

The emperor smiled wryly, and clasped his hand tightly, "In a few days, before the Ghost Festival, I, I..." The emperor couldn't continue, his eyes were red, and he felt a little regretful.

At this moment, Wei Qi began to soften his heart. He stared at the hair spinning on the emperor's head, "One day after the Ghost Festival, please allow this slave to leave the palace with his mother."

"I'm sure." A tear fell on Wei Qi's wrist, and the emperor left in a hurry.

Wei Qi didn't care about the whereabouts of the former, but only stared at the water marks on his wrist.He wiped his wrists with his sleeves, leaving no traces along with his turbulent heart.

At the age of thirty and four, the emperor finally learned how to love someone, it is love, not just liking.

It's a pity that the person he loves responds to him with resentment.

Wei Qi sent someone to send a message to his mother, saying that the emperor's birthday was approaching, and he had no free time, so he could not visit her again these days.

But as soon as the Ghost Festival is over, she can be picked up immediately, and the mother and son leave the palace together.

Although Chen Wang had doubts in his heart, he still trusted his son. Hearing that they could regain freedom together, he finally felt at ease.

The emperor released Wei Qi, as long as he continued to live in the side hall.

I don't dare to see it again during the day, but I only take a look at it late at night while I am asleep.

Love|Desires are all scattered, like a monk with a pure heart and few desires, and the infatuated style is like a hornbill, loving only one person wholeheartedly.

Wei Qi would wake up sometimes, pretending to be asleep to hide, so as not to look bad on both of them.

But he felt in his heart that the emperor was just sad for a while, after all, he had been with him for six years, but it won't be long before another Wei Qi will come on top.

Five days later, Anxi was also released by the emperor, and in one month, after explaining all the errands, he would also leave the palace to retire.

Anxi went to the side hall to meet Wei Qi, and the two sat there in a daze.

After a long time, Anxi sighed, staring at the black and purple scab on his face that was nearly half a foot long (about ten centimeters) long and said, "Why are you doing this? Your Majesty likes you so much."

Wei Qi said, "I am the son of the Chen family."

Anxi tasted something, but could only lament how good luck made people play.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is actually..." He wanted to say that His Majesty was pitiful, but he couldn't say it.

He changed his words: "It's fine if you go, the emperor was originally a loner."

Wei Qi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that, but what An Xi said was right.

"Yes. The little one is out of the palace, waiting for you outside, and will serve you in the future."

So the two laughed again, not knowing if they were really that happy.

The harem got the news, and everyone knew that the emperor had rejected Wei Qi, and the latter should leave the palace soon.It's just that besides being happy, I don't see the Holy One calling others, and I am busy with state affairs every day.

The emperor originally said that the Hungry Ghost Festival would be in a few days, but in fact it was not yet the beginning of autumn.

Really waited until two days before the Ghost Festival, most of the month had passed.

That night the emperor came to Dongpian Hall again, Wei Qi on the couch had a calm face as if he was sleeping soundly.The wound on his face was smeared with white ointment, but it couldn't cover the shocking scabs underneath.

The emperor's fingers seemed to want to touch but dared not, hanging stiffly just a few millimeters above the wound.

In the end, he replaced it with his lips, and kissed him lightly and lightly like a cicada's wings dripping water.

Wei Qi was so excited, he tried his best not to move and open his eyes.

The emperor knew that he was awake, but still carried him to Xinuang Pavilion.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the black marble tiles, and the emperor hugged the man in his arms and walked silently in the silent night, passing through one carved wooden door after another.

The plain and peaceful years of the past are all forgotten one by one, and only obsessed with those who cannot be trapped.

For the first time, he felt that the Hall of Mental Cultivation was too small, and the road leading to Xinuang Pavilion was not too long.

Both of them are sober, and they are well aware of each other's sobriety, but neither of them wants to break it.

This may be the last night, we sleep together on the dragon couch.

The emperor put Wei Qi down gently, his movements were gentler than the previous few times, he was so reluctant to let go, but he didn't want to beg again.

"My Qi." He hugged Wei Qi, because he was full of parting grief, no matter how close he was, he couldn't produce desire.

Before dawn, the emperor took back the person who had been awake all the time. He was comforting Wei Qi, proving that he kept his word.

Today is the emperor's 34th birthday, but he has no intention of doing anything big.Everyone didn't dare to say too much, they only handed over precious treasures from all over the place.

In the evening, there is a family banquet in the Qianqing Palace. The table is full of red flying dragon banquet boxes, puffy fruit covers, and cloisonné enamel bowls and plates. Wei Qi sits with the emperor.

The latter was unwilling at first, because only the former empress, who had just gone not long ago, could occasionally accompany the king at this moment.

He wanted to shirk, but the emperor only stared at the finger on his hand, and said: "I promise you to leave the palace tomorrow."

Wei Qi got this and sat down obediently.

The complexions of the concubines in the lower harem changed drastically, Concubine Ning's palms hidden under her hands were tightly clenched, and the armor cut through her palms.

The main hall of Nuo Da was completely silent.

Seeing this, Anxi said loudly: "Have a feast—"

Everyone stood up and shouted in unison: "May the Holy One live forever and have a healthy body."

Those who are close are all saluting women, and Wei Qi, who is a thousand dozen, is extra dazzling.

The emperor sat upright, looking down at Wei Qi's respectful posture, wishing that he would be really obedient.

"Get up." He said lightly.

"Hey." Everyone got up again and sat down as they were.

There was silence again.

According to the rules, after the emperor said this, Concubine Jing should say some auspicious words on behalf of the empress.

However, she glanced at the person sitting next to the emperor and the emperor indifferently, and did not signal her eyes.No matter how magnanimous she is, no matter how well-bred she is, she can't help being angry.

No one spoke, and everyone secretly raised their eyes to look at the emperor.

The Son of Heaven stared straight ahead, with a stern face like a golden Buddha statue.

Concubine Ning gritted her teeth, her hand holding the handkerchief trembled.

Wei Qi stayed out of the matter, just staring at the wine glass in front of him in a daze.

Anxi, who was standing behind him, tapped the dust whisk with his fingers, making two soft beeps.

Wei Qi got up holding a gold-painted vermilion porcelain wine cup.

The emperor looked at him.

"The slaves respectfully wish the Holy One a long life and eternal peace in the Holy Body. May the fortune of the country be prosperous and the world be peaceful."

How can a slave say that the country is prosperous, but Wei Qi is now sitting in the position of queen, no matter how much he surpasses it, it is not uncommon.

Concubine Jing glanced at Concubine Ning's expression, restraining the urge to speak.

Endure it, endure it, endure it left and right, and the day will come to an end.

The emperor held the cup and raised his arms to wait for Wei Qi.

The latter bowed to meet him, and the two cups touched each other, making a crisp sound.

The two of them drank it all at the same time, and the next group of concubines who were flamboyant were itching their teeth with hatred.

It's really disgusting, such an affectionate appearance, it doesn't seem like they are going to be separated.

"Sit down." The emperor ordered him.

"Whoo."

Concubine Jing wanted to celebrate her birthday, but was interrupted by the emperor again.

"Come here," the emperor calmly threw another boulder onto the undulating lake.

"Pass down the Phoenix Seal."

Wei Qi got up abruptly and accidentally knocked over the round purple nanmu stool with carved dragon and phoenix patterns. He opened his eyes wide in horror and stepped back, stepping on Anxi's foot.

Anxi gritted her teeth to hold back, and said in a low voice: "Master Wei, watch your steps carefully, and be careful not to fall yourself."

The emperor grabbed Wei Qi's arm to stabilize him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Fugui led four servants to hold the phoenix seal.

"Holy Majesty, absolutely not!" Several high-ranking concubines shouted in shock, trying to wake up the emperor who had been bewitched by love.

The emperor waved his hand, and the room was silent.

Wang Fugui walked towards Wei Qi step by step.

The latter's eyes are full of panic.

Fengyin, also known as Baoxiyin, Empress Jinbao, Wenyu Zhuanzhuan, Jiaolongniu, platform, is four inches four inches square, one inch two inches thick, and is made of 500 taels of third-grade red gold.

When the emperor came to the throne, he pro-appointed the first empress and granted her the phoenix seal, making her in charge of the harem, and the mother of the world.

After it was abolished two years ago, the phoenix seal was received, and the emperor ordered Jingfei to be in charge of the palace, but he was not granted the phoenix seal. The things have always been stored in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Now it's so easy to take it out, but it's actually going to be given to a slave.

Wang Fugui led the people to kneel in front of Wei Qi, "Master Wei, please accept the seal of the seal."

Wei Qi looked at the emperor with helplessness in his eyes.

"You take this with you, too."

He did it on purpose, he wanted Wei Qi to have no peace even if he left the palace, he wanted Wei Qi to accept the seal of the phoenix and be worshiped by the harem, and he wanted Wei Qi to be the emperor's wife once again.

"Your Majesty must not do it!" All the beauties left the table and bowed gracefully.

The emperor's eyes were still calm, he raised his eyes and looked at the crowd below, "Why not? It's just gold and jade."

He seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't, and his tone became more and more dull: "If you like it, I will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make a few more tomorrow."

He turned to Wei Qi and held the latter's cold and trembling palm, "You all have it."

How can Feng Yin be used as a joke! Your Majesty is bewitched!

"He will leave the palace tomorrow, tomorrow." The emperor seemed to be mentioning the concubines in the room full of gold and silver, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Wei Qi's hand made him pinch the ground and it hurt, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the sadness and depression in his heart.

He had no choice but to say, "Please think twice, Your Majesty. If the slave accepts this thing, the slave will be a sinner through the ages. From now on, he will be notorious and will be written by the history books and scolded by the world for thousands of years."

The emperor shook his head, "It's just a waste, you take it."

Wei Qi pleaded guilty on his knees, with a firm attitude and insisted on not accepting it.

I have to leave something so that you can know some of my thoughts during the past six years, so that you can always think of it, so that you will regret it one day and be willing to come back to accompany you.

Don't want anything, don't take anything, so what are you going to take away?What exactly do you want to take?

"What's the use of keeping something that no one cares about."

The emperor stood up, took the phoenix seal and held it up high, took a deep look at Wei Qi, and slammed the seal on the ground.

The force was so great that there was a loud noise, the stone bricks shattered, and a corner of the gold seal was broken.

"Go melt."

Now no one dared to say any more.

"You're all dead."

Everyone returned to their seats in silence, "Hey."

Concubine Ning picked up her cup again, walked up the steps step by step with a smile on her face, and walked to the emperor's seat.

"My concubine wishes the emperor a healthy and healthy body, and everything goes well. I personally teach the dancer in the palace to dance in neon clothes to celebrate the emperor's birthday, and I hope to change the dragon's face to be happy." With gentle words, her face is as bright as a morning flower.

The silk and bamboo singing and dancing started in the hall, and the emperor's face softened slightly, "Concubine Ning has a heart."

Concubine Ning's face froze, even if she had the heart, she could only have these four words.

The bitch was about to leave the palace and could get the Phoenix Seal, but he didn't want it, and the Holy Majesty smashed it.

In the past six months, how many times have you been summoned to the harem?With the phoenix seal gone, no one can be a queen in the future, but those who can't be queens can still be queen mothers in the future.What about yourself?Nothing, not even the Holy Family.

Waiting day by day until her face withers, it is impossible to give birth to a prince and earn a bright future.

In a few more years, the princes will build a mansion one by one.After the saint goes up, some of them can become concubines, or they can live a stable life for the rest of their lives.

She is the majestic lord of a palace, but she will go with the Holy One and be buried in an inconspicuous corner of the imperial tomb.

Why?Why!

It is clear that she has bowed her head and bowed her head for many years, but in the end she only got an empty name.

Concubine Ning's downcast eyes gradually grew resentment.

It's all this bitch, it's all this bitch in front of me!

After being with the emperor for six years, Longyan was furious several times, but now he is able to retreat completely and escape to the outside of the palace to be at ease.

How could he be inferior to him, a crippled slave!

Concubine Ning clenched her hand hidden in her cuff tightly, and the cut palm made her crazier.

At that time, he was not able to kill him, so today I will do it myself.Instead of dying in the palace, it is better to drag one person to the underworld first, dragging the slut that the Holy One loves the most.

The smile on her face became softer and gentler, she poured the sake and turned forward, only two steps away from Wei Qi.

"Eunuch Wei has served the sage for many years. He has devoted himself to being meticulous and meticulous. Even if all the sisters in the harem add up, they are no match for you alone."

"I would like to respect you, I wish you a safe journey tomorrow." When she approached again, Wei Qi was a little uneasy, faintly feeling that the visitor was not kind.

Concubine Ning drank her glass, threw the wine glass suddenly, pulled out the hairpin from her head and stabbed Wei Qi directly.

Anxi exclaimed and ran to stop him.

The emperor was always paying attention to this end, seeing that the situation was not right at this moment, he quickly took Wei Qi away and hugged him into his arms.

In the chaos, whoever kicked Concubine Zhongning's ankle made the latter fall over, and the sharp golden hairpin pierced directly into Anxi's neck, who was standing in front of Wei Qi.

Everything happened in an instant, Wei Qi watched helplessly as the finely carved hairpin approached.Then An Xi froze and fell on Wei Qi's body, dripping with blood.

The guards rushed in and took Concubine Ning down.

Wei Qi was silent for a few moments, and suddenly broke free from the tightly bound arms around his waist.

"An...An...Master An!" He was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound for a while.

"Imperial doctor, Xuan imperial doctor!" The emperor said in a deep voice.

The guard hurried away.

"Master!" Wang Fugui crawled over.

Wei Qi covered the wound on An Xi's neck, the golden hairpin was inserted too deep and he couldn't pull it out.

But the blood flowed more and more, the pure white scarf was dyed bright red, and Wei Qi's palms were filled with warm, salty, sticky blood.

He was trembling all over, and could only read over and over again, "Master An, Master An, Master An..."

The emperor sat on the vermilion carpet and looked at An Xi without saying a word.

Anxi knew that he was doomed to die today, he was in severe pain and felt terrible.There was so much blood flowing from his body that he knew it was too late.

"Companion...companion..." He looked at Wei Qi with painful eyes, pale face and dry lips.

"No... want to talk, can't talk, there is an imperial physician, there is an imperial physician." Wei Qi broke down in tears.

Wang Fugui was also crying loudly.

An Xi didn't even have the strength to shake her head.

In fact, he deserved to die when the first emperor ascended the throne, it was the holy majesty who saved him, he lived for nearly ten years, and now he has nothing to ask for.

The only regret is that it is really wrong to live up to the great kindness of the sage and bully the emperor for six years.

You can't take care of me anymore, he looked at Wei Qi, then at Wang Fugui for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the emperor with red eyes.

He took Wei Qi's hand, "Ban... Jun, Qi... Qi... Companion... Jun..." This is the last thing he can do for the emperor, to leave what he cherishes for the poor sage People, don't let him really become a loner.

"I know... I know... the little one knows, I, I know, I know, Ban Jun... Ban Jun... I'm Ban Jun." Wei Qi's speech was confused, choking with sobs, he didn't know what he was talking about.

An Xi tried his best to smile at the emperor, the corner of his mouth was pulled halfway, and he left.

The emperor froze all over, and reached out his hand to close his open eyes after a few moments.

"An...An...Master An!" Wei Qi and the others howled, and couldn't believe that Anxi was gone like this.

It was already too late when the imperial doctor arrived, and even if it was not too late, he would not be able to save him.

The emperor closed his eyes, and the Hall of Mental Cultivation was in a mess.The concubines and concubines were so frightened that their temple hair was disheveled and their appearance was disorganized. They all sat behind a few chairs and wept softly, covering their handkerchiefs.

The emperor got up and pulled out the sword held by the guard beside him.

The sharp long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flickered.The emperor's eyes were as cold as ice, and his face was full of evil spirits.

Concubine Ning was held hostage by two guards, and her face was also pale at this moment.

The emperor approached with sword in hand.

"It's all your fault!" Concubine Ning shouted with fear and tears in her eyes, "It's your fault!"

I just want to like a servant, and I have, and admired...

But everyone in the world knows that the Son of Heaven is wise, so how can there be mistakes?

At the age of 23, he went to Beijing as a hostage. At the age of weak crown, he helped his father win the world. At the age of 25, he conquered the Yi people in the north, and fought against the Jurchen in the east. At the age of 29, he killed his father and became the throne.

If there was a mistake, Xiao Kaiyan felt that the only thing he did wrong was that he should not have been young and aggressive in his twenties, and he had to deal ruthlessly with the Chen family, leaving no way out.

He raised his sword and plunged into Concubine Ning's slender and fair neck.

The words 'I once admired you' in the latter's mouth died before he could say them.

This time the palace was really bloodied.

It was the first time for the concubines in the harem to see the emperor murder, and they still killed in such a merciless way, and they were frightened and fainted for a while.

Concubine Jing still tried her best to maintain her demeanor, and shouted in a trembling voice: "The Holy Majesty calm down, the Holy Majesty calm down."

The emperor ignored her, and just said coldly, "Throw the poisonous woman out to feed the dogs in the palace." Such a snake-hearted person is not worthy of being buried in the imperial tomb.

The people were terrified.

No matter how vicious she is, she is still Concubine Ning. She has been lying on the dragon bed, and she was once favored by the emperor. At this moment, the emperor actually...

"If anyone dares to speak out about today's matter, I will hear the wind in the court. You should also know what will happen." He threw the blood-dripping sword at Concubine Jing, and the latter lost her soul in an instant.

Everyone was obsequious and responded in a low voice.

After this end is dealt with, there is another end that is worse.

Wei Qi and Wang Fugui were buried on Anxi's still warm body, weeping bitterly, and the older servants in front of the imperial court even forgot the rules in the palace, sobbing in a low voice.

What a gift, the emperor smiled wryly.

Anxi passed away, very suddenly, and died tragically.

He has been with the emperor for ten years, and he has an old favor with the emperor. Even if the latter is angry with him for deceiving the emperor, he is still sad at this moment.

If it hadn't been for Anxi's big mistake, the emperor originally planned to give Anxi a few years to live in the courtyard behind Qianqing Palace when he was too old to do anything.

This idea is exactly the same as what Anxi wished during his lifetime, but it would be futile to repeat it now.

The emperor approached and leaned over, putting his arms through Wei Qi's armpit to lift him up.

Wei Qi wept bitterly, resting his forehead on Anxi's hand, lying on the ground unwilling to get up.

The emperor comforted him while hugging him, "Anxi has gone, and I will order him to be buried properly."

Wei Qi's head was resting on the emperor's shoulder, his legs were limp and he couldn't stand up straight, and he kept calling Mr. An in a low voice.

The emperor also choked up in his throat, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said awkwardly: "Everyone has his own life."

He supported Wei Qi and stroked the latter's back, "Wei Qi, everyone has his own destiny." Even as an emperor, he was helpless in the face of sudden death.

"Woo... save... come back, save me..." Wei Qi's tears and snot flowed down the emperor's neck, biting the bright yellow dragon robe brocade on the latter's shoulder, begging in a low voice.

In his heart, the Holy One has always been omnipotent.

"Come here, put Anxi's body in a safe place, put it in the court, and bury it with the courtesy of a second-rank courtier seven days later." The emperor ordered the guards.

"Hey." A few people stepped forward, lifted Anxi's body and carried it away.

Wei Qi's vision was blurred by tears, he watched An Xi leave, and he stubbornly tried to save him: "Save me, my lord, my lord, save me..."

The emperor was not feeling well at the moment. It happened so suddenly, and he couldn't stop it even when it happened right in front of him.

Concubine Ning has always been docile, he always thought that she was a virtuous person, but he never thought that he was wrong.

The emperor turned his head to kiss Wei Qi's embarrassed cheek, and hugged him even tighter.

"Everyone is mortal, and one day in the future, I will die too." The helplessness in the words reached Wei Qi's ears.

The latter froze upon hearing this.

Emperors die too, just like ordinary people, no different.

Extreme fear arose in Wei Qi's heart, and these fears made him hug the emperor subconsciously.

A wry smile appeared on the latter's lips, and his arms were tightened so that the sad two could stick close together.

In the main hall of Chuxiu Palace, Concubine Jing ordered the maids to close the door of the hall, and sat alone on the imperial concubine chair in the main hall, dazed.

Her fingers trembled, her lips were pale, and even the bright red lip balm could not hide her panic.

Only then did Anxi die on the spot with the kick from the maid in the palace of the Qing Dynasty, which she never expected.

Concubine Jing originally only wanted to get Concubine Ning to be sentenced to death today, as long as she hurt someone in front of the imperial court, the Holy Majesty would not spare her lightly.

Who would have thought...

Concubine Jing clasped the armrest on the side of the chaise longue, gasping for breath.

Anxi is a good servant, she didn't want to let him die like this.

Seven days later, Anxi's coffin was buried on the green hill opposite the Chanfu Temple, where he was worshiped by the royal family.

After Wei Qi returned from the funeral, he went to face the saint with Wang Fugui.

After the emperor asked about the burial, Wei Qi was left alone.

The inner study was as quiet as ever, the emperor stared at the thin smoke curling up above the cauldron stove, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

Before An Xi left, he asked Wei Qi to accompany the king, and Wei Qi had promised at that time.

Seven days passed, and the emperor regretted letting him leave the palace even more.

After a long silence, the emperor finally spoke. He said, "Anxi, Anxi, at that time, at that time..."

The dignified son of heaven is always decisive, but for some reason today, he stuttered even when he spoke.

Wei Qichui was pinching the cloth on the outside of his thighs with his hands, and he was also in a state of confusion.

He knew what the emperor meant, but he didn't know how to make a decision.

The two forks, east and west, are completely different.

If you make a mistake, can you turn back in the future?

But he couldn't stop the emperor from continuing.

"Anxi said that he wants you to accompany you." The emperor calmed down, and said the most important sentence very flatly.

Wei Qi slumped and closed his eyes.

How could he refuse?He can't say no.

Anxi died because of him. If Anxi hadn't stood in front of him in the chaos, he would have been buried today on the green hill opposite Chanfu Temple.

The emperor watched wisps of silvery white smoke rising and drifting away, drifting away and rising again.

He held tightly the jade paper weight on the case, waiting for Wei Qi's reply.

Wei Qi raised his hand and undid a button on the front of the skirt.

The emperor's eyes turned to him.

The latter moved very slowly. He took off the blood jade Maitreya Buddha that was worn around his neck and was given to him by the emperor a few years ago.

The emperor's eyes turned red in an instant, his arms trembled, and he had to do his best to restrain himself from getting angry and hurting Wei Qi again.

"You...you still want to leave the palace?" He didn't want to let him go, "How can you be dishonest."

The Son of Heaven has done many unfaithful things, but now when he questioned Wei Qi, he was justified.

Wei Qi lightly shook his head and approached step by step.

The emperor waited with bated breath, staring at his drooping head, unable to look away any longer.

Wei Qi put the jade on the table and pushed it to the emperor's hand, without looking at him.

"This blood jade is a proof. I left the palace with my mother, and I will serve her as my filial piety in front of her. After my mother leaves... I will come back."

The emperor's heart was hanging in his chest, and it was falling straight down at this moment, beating violently.

According to his wishes, Wei Qi agreed that Anxi would not leave the palace for a day if he wanted to accompany the king.

However, the quarrel was so tragic before, and now this person still has a scar on his face, and he himself promised again.

The emperor thought: let's leave, let him leave first, and then arrange things later.Besides, Wei Qi's mother is very old now, and the imperial doctor also said that she has accumulated persistent illnesses, and it hasn't been a few years.

The emperor's heart is so ruthless that even Wei Qi's mother has to plan.

If Wei Qi knew the calm calculations in the emperor's mind at this moment, he might really be dishonest.

Three days later, Wei Qi and his mother left the palace in a very ordinary carriage, but the emperor did not go to see them off.

Another year later, Wei Qi's mother left.

One day in late autumn, the emperor sat blankly in Xinuang Pavilion during the day.

Wei Qi went back to the palace to face the saint and entered the Xinuang Pavilion.

The emperor looked up at him and called, "My seven."

Wei Qi thought his name was 'Wei Qi'.

Wei Qi responded: "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

The emperor was completely relieved, with a smile in his eyes, holding a blood jade Maitreya in the palm of his back, waiting for Wei Qi to approach: "It's nothing."

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