Your Majesty, he is as beautiful as a flower

When Cheng Wanqiao returned to the East Palace, the first thing he did was to dig out what Cheng Kunling said was under the peach blossom tree. It was a box. It was indeed buried quite deep, and it seemed to have been buried for some years.

Cheng Wanqiao moved the box back to the study room, and when he opened it, he saw a few dilapidated books inside, with yellowed pages and even mildew.

He was a little puzzled, just a few books, what big secret could there be?

He opened it and looked at it, and after reading a few pages, his face changed, becoming very ugly.

This book records the story of Xianlong Mountain. 2000 years ago, the monster dragon made trouble in the world and led the demons to massacre the city. The God of War in the Heavenly Realm, Duan Yuan Shenjun, was ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to suppress the monster dragon. In the end, he did not hesitate to use his own spiritual knowledge to seal the monster dragon. Under a mountain, and that mountain has no name until 200 years ago, when Emperor Qi Wu established the Qi State, he named the mountain Xianlong Mountain, burned the files about the demon dragon, and printed and distributed the legend of Xianlong Mountain. Later, No one in the world knows that the demon dragon is being suppressed by Xianlong Mountain.

Cheng Wanqiao finished reading one and flipped through the next one.This book records the origin of the demon dragon. The demon dragon was originally a relative of the Heavenly Emperor. Because of his excessive hostility, he became a demon.

After reading it, Cheng Wanqiao didn't come back to his senses for a long time. It turned out that the fairy dragon they worshiped for so many years was a demon dragon that did many evil things.

Absurd, how absurd.

But now everyone in the world believes that there are immortal dragons in Xianlong Mountain. If he rashly says that there are demon dragons suppressed there, it will definitely cause an uproar, and even lead to prison.

No wonder Cheng Kunling said to let him watch after he ascended the throne, because this matter can only be changed if he ascends to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. Now he can't act rashly.

Cheng Wanqiao looked at these books thoughtfully. These books are said to be at least 200 years old. It is estimated that someone secretly left them when the whole country burned them.

He put the book in the box, and then buried the box under the peach tree again.

-

"Your Highness, I have followed the national teacher for the past two days. There was nothing unusual the day before. Yesterday he went to a place, which was a bit strange." A black-clothed dark guard reported.

Cheng Wanqiao has been investigating the places where the Yu people were detained recently. For some reason, he vaguely felt that Zhao Yuan should be the one to investigate, because he was really suspicious, so he arranged for a secret guard who was good at tracking to follow him.

Cheng Wanqiao asked, "Where did he go?"

"Lenggong, he stayed inside for half an hour before coming out."

It is really strange for a national teacher to go to the cold palace, Cheng Wanqiao asked again: "What did he do there?"

"I don't know, but there was no movement after he went in, and I didn't see anyone after I followed him in. I suspect there is an agency there."

Cheng Wanqiao thought for a moment, if there is a mechanism leading to the dungeon, it is most likely where the Yu people are imprisoned, he said: "Take me to see tonight."

"Yes."

At night, Cheng Wanqiao sneaked into the cold palace together with the dark guards. There were several guards patrolling outside the cold palace. The two of them were agile, escaped the guards, and went in smoothly.

There is no one in the cold palace.

The moon is full tonight, and the moonlight is scattered on the world, and the outline of the surrounding things can be seen clearly.

The Lenggong is not that big, and there were still concubines who committed crimes living in it more than ten years ago, but then those concubines died and went crazy, and the Lenggong has been idle for many years.

Cheng Wanqiao and the dark guard searched around inside, and found that although the cold palace had been idle for a long time, people seemed to walk along this road from time to time, and there was a mark, and they found a room along the mark.

Cheng Wanqiao leaned down and knocked. It sounded empty. The dark guard moved a vase in the room, and a square hole appeared on the ground. There were steps leading directly to the underground dark room.

Cheng Wanqiao and the dark guard went down, it was pitch black below, and there was a movement not far away, as if someone was there, he took out the kindling and blew on it, and walked in along the secret passage.

When I walked to the end, I realized that this was a dungeon. There were about a dozen people in three cells, old and young, male and female.

The cell was unguarded, but water and dry food were delivered regularly. When the people in the cell saw someone coming, they all huddled together, as if they were afraid.

Seeing their terrified appearance, Cheng Wanqiao walked to a cell and said to the people inside: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I won't hurt you."

The people inside still looked at him in horror, like a frightened bird.

Cheng Wanqiao softened his voice, "Are you from the Yu clan?"

An old man finally spoke, "You are?"

It was he, Emperor Qi, who imprisoned them here. If he told them that he was the prince, they probably wouldn't believe him, "I'm here to save you."

"Don't, don't trust him!" said a frail middle-aged man inside. The middle-aged man's face was pale, as if he was sick.

Cheng Wanqiao asked, "Why don't you believe me?"

The old man had difficulty breathing, and his voice was very weak, "Back then, bandits and bandits invaded our village, and a group of people came and said they would save us, but in the end they imprisoned us here, and... and..."

The old man couldn't continue, and everyone else in the cell fell silent.

The middle-aged man resented: "Human race, there is no good thing!"

From the old man's point of view, Cheng Wanqiao already understood how they were arrested.Just like back then, he was ordered to invite King Yu, and invited him to the capital, where he seemed to entertain him respectfully, but actually dug a hole for him to jump in on his own initiative.

Cheng Yan's behavior has always been like this.

Cheng Wanqiao asked: "Didn't you live in Yulingxi before?"

A teenage child asked: "Do you also know Yulingxi?"

Cheng Wanqiao nodded. Not only did he know Yu Lingxi, but he had also lived in Yu Lingxi for 11 years, "Well, I and the King Yu of Yu Lingxi are... bosom friends."

The sickly middle-aged man asked, "What evidence do you have?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I think you don't live in Yulingxi all the time. If I tell you, you may not believe me."

The old man sighed, "Indeed, I have never been to Yulingxi, but I heard it from my parents often."

Cheng Wanqiao recalled that Yu Chen also said that there were thousands of people at the time when Yulingxi was the busiest, and some moved away later, he asked, "Why did you move away from Yulingxi?"

The old man looked far away, recalling the past, "My fathers were born with mortal bodies. Hundreds of years ago, monks broke into Yu Lingxi occasionally and captured Yu people for alchemy. I didn't want to be implicated, so I wanted to escape, pretending to be ordinary people, I thought we had left the Yu clan and became real mortals, but I didn't expect that a few years ago, bandits broke out in the village where we lived, and a group of officers and soldiers rushed in, claiming to rescue us. We, in the end, locked us in here, originally there were more than 30 people who came in, but now...less than half of them are left."

After hearing this, Cheng Wanqiao was very disappointed. They did nothing wrong, but because they had a bit of Protoss blood in their bodies, their lives were not peaceful.

He made up his mind in his heart that after he ascended the throne, he would let the people of the Yu clan live in this world in a fair and honest manner, without having to hide or worry anymore.

-

Zhengqing Palace, the sky is slightly bright.

Eunuch Chen came in with small steps. Cheng Yan had just got up and hadn't changed his clothes yet. He was sitting on the side of the couch wearing a robe.

"Your Majesty, the national teacher asks to see you."

Cheng Yan's complexion was not good, he just said: "Tell."

Eunuch Chen went out to deliver a message, and after a while, Zhao Yuan came in from the outside, walked up to him, raised his sleeves and cupped his hands and said, "I see Your Majesty."

Cheng Yan looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"Everyone has already run away. After leaving the palace, someone pretended to be them and divided the troops into several groups. It's not good for me to alert the imperial guards, so I couldn't catch up."

Cheng Yan's eyes were dark and prey. If he could rescue someone in the palace, that person must be a high-ranking and powerful person who is also familiar with the palace guards. "Can you find out who it is?"

"I have a guess, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Say."

Zhao Yuan said: "I suspect it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Cheng Yan was taken aback, "How did he know about this?"

Zhao Yuan continued: "His Royal Highness lives in the East Palace. You can find out what secrets there are in the palace. Your Majesty still remembers that His Royal Highness pleaded for the prince of the Yu clan 13 years ago. He has a very close friendship with the Yu clan." Shen, there is no one else but him."

Cheng Yan was sullen and thoughtful, when he set a trap to capture the prince of the Yu clan, everyone in the court was busy drawing a line with the prince of the Yu clan, but Cheng Wanqiao wanted to intercede for the prince of the Yu clan regardless of the suspicion, In addition, he escorted the prince of the Yu clan to Beijing, and stayed with the prince of the Yu clan in Yixiang Mansion for a few months, so it is reasonable for the two to have friendship.

If he saved those Yu people, it would make sense.

"Furthermore..." Zhao Yuan hesitated to speak.

"Say, keep talking."

"Besides, if His Majesty gets the elixir, the crown prince will have no future, so he naturally doesn't want His Majesty to get the elixir."

Hearing this, Cheng Yan's eyes were filled with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, "I think he has given him the position of crown prince because of his military exploits, does he really think that he can cover the sky with one hand?"

Zhao Yuan said: "Your Majesty calm down."

Cheng Gang's eyes were sullen, "From this point of view, he is not very suitable for the position of Prince Chu."

A smile appeared in Zhao Yuan's eyes under the mask, "However, now that he has established prestige in the court, he must not convince all the officials to abolish the crown prince for no reason."

"What does the national teacher mean?"

Zhao Yuandao: "I think it's not too late to think about it after the dragon sacrifice ceremony."

Cheng Yan pondered for a while, now that the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is coming up, everything is almost ready, and nothing can go wrong.

He temporarily agreed.

-

The Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is coming soon, and Cheng Wanqiao is ordered to organize the ceremony with Zhao Yuan.Cheng Yan said that the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony was entrusted to the two of them, but in fact it was Zhao Yuan and the Ministry of Rites who took the lead.

Cheng Wanqiao looked at the list presented by the Ministry of Rites. The Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is not in the capital, but at Xianlong Mountain, which is two days away from the capital. It is not necessary for every official to go, so the Ministry of Rites drew up a list.

When he saw the back, he was a little puzzled. It said that there were 99 monks from a cultivating sect named Fengxiao Pavilion who were also going to the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony.

This Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is a matter of the royal family, so what does it have to do with the sect of cultivating immortals? There has never been such a custom before, why this time?

Cheng Wanqiao asked the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites said that it was Zhao Yuan, the national teacher, so he went to ask Zhao Yuan again.

Zhao Yuan said: "Xianlong is an ancient god. He has been in the world for many years, so he will naturally miss the immortal energy, and Fengxiao Pavilion is a sect of cultivating immortals. With their help, Xianlong will definitely be happy."

After hearing this, Cheng Wanqiao thought to himself: Nonsense.

What Xianlong Mountain suppressed was nothing more than killing innocent demon dragons indiscriminately. It is a great fortune not to be reviled by future generations, and now it is still enshrined by the royal family.

Zhao Yuan said again: "His Royal Highness, please forgive me for talking too much. The Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is half a month away. You and I are in charge of this ceremony. We should go to Xianlong Mountain a few days in advance."

Cheng Wanqiao said: "Thank you for reminding the teacher, I will definitely arrive early."

Zhao Yuan cupped his hands, "Thanks for your hard work, Your Highness."

-

November 28rd will be the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony, Cheng Wanqiao plans to leave early on the morning of the [-]th and arrive in the evening of the next day, there are still three days to prepare.

On the eve of departure, Cheng Yinhao came to the East Palace, looking tired, as if he had something on his mind.

Cheng Yinhao is his younger brother, who is now in his twenties, but the two brothers are not close. In the past six months since Cheng Wanqiao returned to Beijing, the two brothers have only met each other in the court hall, and there are only a handful of things they have said. Greetings and greetings.

Cheng Wanqiao was also a little surprised by Cheng Yinhao's arrival.

Cheng Yinhao said: "I have something to tell you."

Cheng Wanqiao invited people to the study, and made the palace servants serve tea. Cheng Yinhao didn't touch the teacup, but just sat down.

"What do you want to say?" Cheng Wanqiao asked.

Cheng Yinhao looked at him blankly, "Do you believe that there are really fairy dragons in this world?"

Cheng Wanqiao didn't understand why he asked such a question, so he replied, "I believe."

"What if the fairy dragon is a demon dragon?"

What Cheng Yinhao said was really beyond his expectation, Cheng Wanqiao thought to himself, could he also know that Xianlong Mountain is suppressing the demon dragon?

Since the last time I read the books left by Cheng Kunling, Cheng Wanqiao secretly checked again. There was indeed a large-scale book burning at the beginning of the founding of Daqi. However, considering the situation at that time, the book that recorded the demon dragon should have been burned at that time, in order to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, so that future generations firmly believe that the fairy dragon lived in Xianlong Mountain, not the demon dragon.

Later, he also found out that the person who advocated the burning of books was the former national teacher. The book burning order had been implemented in Qi State for five years, and the national teacher also served in the court for five years. This is no accident.

It's just that 200 years have passed since the incident, and he had no way to get to the bottom of it, so he stopped.

But when Cheng Yinhao mentioned this matter, he thought maybe he would know something, so he tentatively asked, "How do you say that?"

Cheng Yinhao clenched his fists tightly, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out, "There is no fairy dragon at all. The fairy dragon is suppressed by Xianlong Mountain, and someone wants to bring it back to life!"

Cheng Wanqiao was taken aback, "Who?"

"That person is your mother and concubine."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, Cheng Wanqiao couldn't recover for a long time, he asked: "How do you know?"

"Ten days ago, I went to pay her respects and heard her talking to Zhao Yuan." Cheng Yinhao smiled wryly, "You must not have guessed it, mother concubine is a descendant of the dragon clan, and you and I are also descendants of the dragon clan. The demon dragon suppressed by Xianlong Mountain is our ancestor."

Cheng Yinhao's every word caught his ears, and Cheng Wanqiao's heart trembled. He was already paralyzed at this moment. He was actually the descendant of the demon dragon?But should Cheng Yinhao's words be believed?

Cheng Yinhao continued: "You must be wondering why there are 99 monks participating in the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony, because they are the sacrifices of the resurrected demon dragon, and another sacrifice is the heir of the dragon clan, me or you."

Cheng Yinhao's words were more shocking than his words, and Cheng Wanqiao asked, "Is what you said absolutely true?"

"I don't know." Cheng Yinhao was a little dazed, and smiled wryly, "I don't know either. I've been in a daze these days, and I don't know if I'm in a dream or in reality. That mother and concubine who loves me and loves me even said that she gave birth to me and you." , just to bring the demon dragon back to life."

Looking at his appearance, Cheng Wanqiao seemed to have suffered a lot. If what he said was true, the world would be in chaos that day. He read the records in the book that the demon dragon once led a group of demons and could slaughter a city in an hour. .

Cheng Wanqiao's scalp was numb. He didn't expect that there was such a big conspiracy hidden behind the dragon sacrifice ceremony.If what Cheng Yinhao heard was said by his concubine mother and Zhao Yuan, then who exactly is Zhao Yuan.

He asked, "Do you know where Zhao Yuan came from?"

Cheng Yinhao shook his head, "I don't know, I've never seen his real face."

Cheng Wanqiao's thoughts were a little confused, but he clearly knew that the top priority was to prevent the demon dragon from reviving, because once the demon dragon was revived, the people of the world would suffer. He asked, "How can we prevent them from reviving the demon dragon?"

Cheng Yinhao said: "The third day of November is the time when the seal is weakest. Only this day can awaken the demon dragon."

Cheng Wanqiao shook hands into fists, he made up his mind, the dragon sacrifice ceremony was coming soon, if he came forward to explain the truth to Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan would definitely not believe it, because he didn't have any real evidence, and now Cheng Yan trusted Zhao Yuan, The weight of his words is now no more than that of a national teacher.

Moreover, he still cannot fully judge whether what Cheng Yinhao said is true or not.

This method won't work, and the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony will still be held as usual.

Another way is to prevent the monks from Fengxiao Pavilion from going to Xianlong Mountain. If there is no sacrifice, it will naturally be stopped.Whether it's true or not, stopping it could have prevented a catastrophe.

Cheng Wanqiao said to Cheng Yinhao: "Don't say anything about this, I will find a way to stop it."

Cheng Yinhao asked: "You don't doubt what I said?"

Cheng Wanqiao said: "I doubt it, but I don't believe it at all."

After all, he already knew that Xianlong Mountain was suppressing the demon dragon.

Cheng Yinhao said again: "You and I are the heirs of the demon dragon, don't you feel... disgusting?"

Cheng Wanqiao took a deep breath, "There are too many things, I don't have the time to worry about it."

The author has something to say: the next chapter is about this life, and there is still half a chapter about past life*^_^*