The return of the late emperor

Dim candlelight shrouded the main hall, and the mouth of the auspicious beast carved in white jade was slowly exhaling fragrant mist, everything was silent, and the sky was about to dawn.

The man dragged a white robe slowly into the main hall, and the servant behind him was holding a silver-white swaddle. When he entered the inner hall, the imperial physician and servant knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty Jing Degui will be blessed forever, Prince Your Highness, thousand years old, thousand years old."

Ren Ming waved his hand as if bored, he didn't call the servants to follow, but walked to the bedroom alone.

The candlelight here is even more dim, with only half of the wick burning faintly. The candlelight flickers occasionally, and a few sparks pop out, but the weaker candlelight indicates that it will be extinguished soon, just like Jingdi who is lying on the bed and dying. His Majesty will soon die.

Twelve silk gauze curtains reaching to the sky were drawn up with golden hooks, and the heavy curtains were hanging down so that people in the outer room could not clearly see the situation inside.

Ren Ming sat leaning in front of the imperial couch, rolled up the sleeves of his robe lightly, stretched out his slender fingers, and touched the picturesque eyebrows of Emperor Jing through the air.

The more beautiful things are, the less you can easily touch them, because they are poisonous. If you are addicted to them, even if you know that the poison is deep in your bones and painful, you will not want to leave.

This was originally told by Emperor Jing, Ren Ming was being hugged by him when he said this, and he was sitting sideways on his lap.While talking with him, he kept correcting the memorial all the time.

Ren Ming couldn't remember what else he said at that time, but he was particularly impressed by this sentence, because it made him break out in a cold sweat at that time.Especially for Emperor Shang Jing's pair of sharper phoenix eyes than before, Ren Ming even thought that what he had done could not be concealed after all, and thought a lot at that moment, and his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness.

Sikong Mingke, Sikong Mingke, in terms of viciousness, who can compare to you, if you want to succeed in something, you must use all means. Didn't you make me understand step by step?

Ren Ming thought of the 120 and eight lives of the family friend Yan's family, and remembered that Yan Qingwei took him through the streets and alleys of the imperial capital a few days before the accident, paid homage to the Yuelao Temple, and tied the double wedding knot. They just have to wait another month , Ren Ming from the Ren family and Yan Qingwei from the Yan family were really a couple, but after a few days everything was just a dream.

He became the noble king of Jingde who favored the harem, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he often dreamed that Yan Qingwei was sitting on his bedside with his face covered in blood, weeping blood, Ming'er, Ming'er, how can you be sorry for me?

Yes, how could I be worthy of Yan Qingwei who loved him so much?

Every time he wakes up profusely with sweat, but the enemy is sleeping next to him, the man's hand is on his waist, tightly, not allowing him to escape, how many times, he holds the dagger and thinks about killing him Let him go, but every time he let go, because it is not the time, this will implicate his father's family and more innocent people.

But it will be over soon, when he will use the man's blood to rest the dead.

Ren Ming's hand trembled slightly in a place where Emperor Jing could not see, but his face did not show, only his smile became brighter and brighter, but in his heart he kept begging God to give him a chance, he wanted this person in front of him not, Good, good, dead.

Maybe God really heard it, and the man's eyes moved to the memorial again. Ren Ming exhaled lightly, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the memorial in the man's hand. The reward thing.

He saw Emperor Jing rubbing his brows, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised his hand to approve a word on the memorial.He also seemed to hear Emperor Jing almost whispering that it was time for Xiao Jiu to return to Beijing.

Ren Ming suddenly remembered that someone in the palace once said that noble lord Ding'an was at home on Xingjiu. He had never seen noble lord Ding'an before. When he entered the palace, noble lord Ding'an had already left the palace to lead troops to suppress the border.After all, Kang Yongjia is freer than Ren Ming.

Your Majesty Ding'an is a special existence. Although he is the emperor's bedside person, he is not allowed to interfere in politics according to the law, but he is an exception.

The Kang family is a general, hereditary loyal and brave, but there are only the old lady Kang and the Kang family Xiaojiu left now. Kang Yongjia entered the palace, but he holds one-third of the military power of the Dongda Dynasty. No one can change the fact.

Ren Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, everyone's circumstances are so different, they are both descendants of the same family and the same servant of the shameless emperor, some people can show their ambitions, but if he can't make a living, he can only live in the deep palace or have a cup of dove wine Take your life.

With Kang Yongjia around for a day, no one can take Sikong Mingke's throne away. Fortunately, he is going to Beijing, Emperor Jing is suspicious, and he wants to disband Kang Yongjia's military power. His father has already arranged it, and things are according to their arrangement It's going smoothly, the situation is good, that day is coming soon, as long as...

Ren Ming caressed his already protruding belly slightly, with the corners of his lips curved, he bid farewell to Emperor Jing, raised his head and walked out step by step firmly, without looking back, he did not see the face of Emperor Jing who was always omnipotent in front of him, suddenly pale He cried with red eyes, black blood winding down along Emperor Jing's slender jade fingers covering his lips, the dark red and pale form the most shocking contrast.

It was as if someone sighed lowly, but then it dissipated into the dust here, and it didn't affect anything.If one person keeps walking, but the other person does not chase, fate will continue according to the predetermined track.

------------------------------------------Dividing line

In front of the imperial couch, Ren Ming withdrew his hand, lowered his head slightly, and sat upright with his eyes closed amidst the brilliance.

Is it today, Ren Ming asked himself, already thought that a heart had already followed Yan Qingwei across the Wangchuan River, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, drank Menggong soup, and there would be no more disturbances due to some things.

But things backfired, Ren Ming found that seeing this person laying on the couch dying, his heart was disturbed, and Sikong Mingke became the inducement to disturb his mood one day.

No, it can't be like this, Ren Ming stood up hastily, slammed his robe sleeves angrily and turned away, as if trying to cover up some fact that he didn't want to think about, only looked back, and finally got down on his face. It is a decision to make a certain decision. Since one's heart is already black, then let it be completely black.

Before Ren Ming could leave the room, he heard a soft knock at the inner door, and his attendant came in with Si Kongmin in his arms, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince woke up, and kept crying when he didn't see you."

Ren Ming looked at the same eyebrows and eyes as that person, those scissored pupils just staring at you, the small nose sobbed slightly, the cheeks were slightly red, but the small red mouth was crying The trouble continued, Ren Ming's heart moved, and before he could react, he stretched out his hand and hugged the child.

Si Kongmin stopped crying in his father's arms, and only rolled his small black eyes, looking around curiously, Ren Ming followed him, and only said softly: "Mr. It's over."

Ren Ming didn't see Chang Qing's body trembling by his side, but only heard a muffled yes, he hugged Si Kongmin tightly, and walked out step by step firmly as before, the child in his arms seemed to be Anticipating something, he started crying again, stretching out his small fist and waving it in mid-air.

The imperial doctor in the outer room wanted to come up to help but was scolded by Ren Ming, his elegant and gentle voice slowly permeated the room with a bit of majesty, "If there is anything wrong with the emperor, His Royal Highness is the only one. Heir."

Only these two words have a strong tone, the imperial physicians couldn't help looking at the inner room, feeling chills all over their bodies.

Ren Ming has achieved his goal, and someone will help him do the next thing.He rubbed his eyebrows and thought to himself, since you know that beautiful things are poisonous, how dare you provoke them easily? It's all your fault, Sikong Mingke, it's already a good ending for you, isn't it?

Ren Ming was looking at the scenery all the way. He has been busy with many things in the past three years, and with that person by his side, he couldn't give birth to any desire to look at the scenery. The scenery is also different.Sikong Min was still crying, but he didn't care, only the chief waiter took his hand if he wanted to, and Ren Ming glanced at Chang Sui and refused to move his hand.

Just walking around like this, I finally arrived at Zhaoping Palace. At this time, it was already daylight. Ren Ming looked back at the red sun hanging in the east, thinking that this would be a brand new beginning.

Sikong Min in his arms had already rested from crying, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the main hall.

Suddenly, the death knell rang, filling the sky over the palaces for a long time. The young Jingdi who ascended the throne at the age of nine, made the world prosperous for 15 years, and expanded the territory of Dongda to an unprecedented extent collapsed.

"Ming'er, Ming'er, you borrow water to bloom, and the water sinks to make your bones and jade your muscles. Is this poem about you?"

"Ming'er, if one day I cease to be emperor, you are willing to travel the world with me."

"Ming'er, have you ever been sincere to me?"

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Chang Sui watched as Ren Guijun carried His Highness the Crown Prince into the hall, with a look of tears and smiles on his face, thinking that a nobleman is a nobleman, and his thoughts were indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.