Funing Hall

The moment the sharp knife pierced his back and went straight to his heart, Zhao Shiqi felt a little sad.

In his previous life, he was stabbed head-on in the heart and died. For him, this was an indelible shadow.

When the knife happened to stab at his left back, he even had a thought of "it really is so" in his mind.What he couldn't get in his previous life, he still can't get it in this life.The pain is familiar, he is even familiar with the touch of a sharp knife piercing the skin, and in the sudden dizziness, he knows that he is about to die again.

He quickly lowered his eyes, wanting to take another look at Zhao Cong.

Just now, in order to save him, Zhao Cong went to grab the assassin's knife, his hand was cut, and a lot of blood flowed out, so much that he could smell the smell of blood.He thought of the softness and warmth of Zhao Cong's palms, and thought that there would be an extra scar in the future, and his heart ached. He looked down for Zhao Cong's face, but couldn't find it.

Only then did he realize that he pounced too hard, and he was much taller than Zhao Cong, and he had covered Zhao Cong tightly.His chin rested on the top of Zhao Cong's head, how could he see Zhao Cong?

His heart was sour, so sour that he wanted to laugh, and he couldn't even look at Zhao Cong again before he died.

He was not reconciled.

He is not reconciled.

He reached out and grabbed Zhao Cong's sleeve, just as his index finger was about to touch Zhao Cong's ring finger, he lost consciousness.

Waking up again, he vaguely remembered the moment when he was reborn.

Like a dream but not a dream, confused and misty.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the red cloth in front of him, he was a little surprised, he didn't seem to be lying down?What followed was the pain in his back. He gradually regained his senses, but before he could fully regain his senses, suddenly his hands became hot.

"Little Eleven?"

Someone called him, and he was taken aback.

Is this Zhao Cong's voice?

When the kneeling people heard what the princess said, they all cheered up and looked up at the bed.His Majesty had already turned his back on them, and His Majesty even softly called the name of the now more noble man.

Zhao Zongning also walked to the side of the bed and asked, "How? Are you really awake? The imperial doctor is outside. Tell him to come in?" After she finished speaking, she signaled to Fu Lu without waiting for Zhao Cong's response, and Fu Lu went out to call imperial physician.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the edict has been issued, this is a certainty.

Now that people are awake, they naturally said together: "Congratulations—Eleventh Lord—"

In the middle of the call, they were also a little embarrassed.He can't be called prince or prince, after all, Zhao Cong only made him the heir, but he hasn't made him the prince yet, after much deliberation, he can only be called "Eleventh Prince".

The pain in Zhao Shiqi's back awakened his sanity one by one, Zhao Cong held his hand, and he was about to try hard to hold Zhao Cong's hand backhand, his heart was ecstatic, so he didn't die? !

But before Xi finished, he also heard the voices of those people.

He was startled again, he blocked a hundred knives for today's sage, no matter how much he was a nephew favored by the officials, he was just a concubine of Wei County Prince's Mansion in name. Such a "congratulations" to him!

He could tell that this was not the voice of those court ladies and eunuchs at all.Even though he was seriously ill, his hearing was sensitive, and he could hear many familiar voices.He tried to get up with his palms, but his body at this time really didn't allow it. Not only did he fail to get up, but he lay down hard on the bed again.

Zhao Cong panicked, "Don't move!"

Zhao Cong was so panicked that the people below did not dare to speak out.

The imperial doctor walked in at this moment, and Zhao Cong said anxiously: "Quick, Xiao Shiyi wakes up, hurry up!"

"Little Eleven" is a private nickname, and Zhao Cong was so panicked that he wanted to call him that in front of so many people, everyone knew it by heart.

The imperial doctor checked Zhao Shiqi's body, and Zhao Cong had completely forgotten everyone behind him.

It was Zhao Zongning who said: "Uncle Wang, Second Brother and all the adults, why don't you go to the next door to rest first?"

"Okay, okay." Zhao Kelu also felt that standing here was really frightening. The atmosphere was indescribable, so he got up first and took the lead to go out.When the others saw him going out, they naturally followed him.Zhao Congde also wanted to leave immediately, but his father didn't leave, so he had no choice but to stay.

Duke Wei took a few steps forward and asked softly, "How is Little Eleven?"

Zhao Cong didn't hear him at all, let alone talk to him.

Although Zhao Zongning didn't really like some of Wei Junwang's style, she had to give respect on the face, she said: "Uncle Wang, don't worry, the imperial doctor said that since he can wake up, it must be fine."

"Okay." Duke Wei nodded, and said again, "Okay." He didn't stay for a while, then turned around and took Zhao Congde out.

Wei Junwang's heart is actually shaking so much that his hands are shaking.

Although Zhao Congde didn't like Zhao Shishi, if Zhao Shishi really became the emperor in the future, it would be his family's face. He was very happy, and he was thinking about how to snatch the emperor from his son and make him himself.Seeing his father like this, he was puzzled: "Father, this is a good thing, why do you do this?"

"You know what a fart!" Wei Junwang went outside, finally he didn't have to bear it anymore, and even said indecent words.

Zhao Congde wanted to refute, and some officials came to compliment them.Zhao Congde is really a no-brainer. It is one thing to do bad things and want to kill Zhao Cong. Vanity is another thing. He is foolishly optimistic.These people who usually never look at him seriously, now compliment him, he is immediately happy, and immediately talk to others.

King Wei was so angry that he waved his sleeves and left alone.

Except for the imperial doctor and them, almost everyone in the inner room has left.

Zhao Zongning looked at Empress Dowager Sun who was still slumped in the chair, and said with a smile, "Why doesn't your empress leave?" Sun Xiaoyu bowed her head and stood behind her.

Empress Dowager Sun grabbed the handrail and asked as calmly as possible: "What do you mean by 'shouting that he was entrusted by Sun Boxun and his son'?"

"Oh." Zhao Zongning said indifferently, "It's the literal meaning. I saw you coming today. I came here as my mother for my father and brother. As a result... it seems that my mother really doesn't know? That's fine. , Elder brother can spare the life of the empress, otherwise, even if you are the empress dowager and participate in the assassination of the Holy Majesty, you will not escape death." Zhao Zongning laughed after finishing speaking.

Empress Dowager Sun was terrified.

She deeply felt that this was a trap, who was it?Who insisted on pushing her into this trap?

She was trembling with fear, but Sun Xiaoyu suddenly knelt down and said in a low voice: "Princess, I have something to ask."

Zhao Zongning glanced at her: "Say it."

"Your Majesty said that he would give me a marriage with Shiro, Prince of Wei County."

Zhao Zongning nodded and sneered, "You don't want to?"

Sun Xiaoyu immediately raised her head: "I am willing! Please send me to Songzhou immediately, Princess! Marry Zhao Shilang today!"

Zhao Zongning was taken aback, and Empress Dowager Sun was even more taken aback. She reluctantly walked out of her father and brother's affairs, looked down at Sun Xiaoyu in puzzlement, and asked incredulously, "Why are you?"

Sun Xiaoyu bowed her head.

Why? !

Her grandfather and father are bound to die, her aunt is also dead, her brother has never been promising, so she can only hug the big tree of the Zhao family tightly at this time!Zhao Ting is not good enough for her, but when her house is ransacked, who can she be good for?She is afraid that she will be exiled again!Zhao Ting is worthless, but Zhao Shiqi is promising, and Zhao Shiqi is the next emperor!

Zhao Ting is Zhao Shiqi's brother anyway, she wants to plan for herself, she wants to save herself!She just needs to live!She also wants to save her mother and brother!

At this moment, she only regrets that she didn't have a good relationship with Zhao Shiqi back then.

She didn't say a word, but the Queen Mother Sun guessed it, and she smiled sadly: "My lady has really grown up, she has grown up..."

Sun Xiaoyu bowed her head, still not speaking.

Zhao Zongning was too lazy to watch their aunts and nephews going back and forth like this, and impatiently wanted to call the guards to come in and pull the two out, but Zhao Shiqi's angry voice came from behind: "I don't want it!!"

She paused and turned around immediately.

Zhao Shiqi, a person who just woke up after being seriously injured, actually stood up from the bed.Regardless of the real him, in front of them, he has always been quite personable.Especially in front of his elder brother, he has always been extremely well-behaved.At this moment, his face was full of anger, real anger.

Zhao Shiqi said again: "I don't want it!"

Zhao Cong saw that the wound on his back was open again, and blood was already oozing out.Zhao Cong clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, trying to be as calm as possible, and said softly, "Get down first."

"I don't want those!"

"Get down." Zhao Cong repeated.

Zhao Shiqi stiffened his body, knelt on the bed, looked at Zhao Cong, and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want this!"

More and more blood oozed from Zhao Shiqi's back, Zhao Cong told himself to be calm, but his eyes were immediately fascinated by the blood red again, and he also wanted to be calm, but he couldn't help shouting angrily: "I want you to get down! !"

Rantao, Fulu and the imperial doctor were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground.

Zhao Zongning stepped forward and called him softly: "Brother..."

Zhao Cong covered his face with his hands, and after a few breaths, he said softly, "You all go out."

"elder brother……"

"go out."

Zhao Zongning didn't dare to make him angry anymore, so he asked the imperial doctor again in a low voice: "Is Xiaoshi important?"

The imperial doctor actually wanted to say that it was important, but which patient just woke up like this?He also suddenly didn't know whether it was important or not, and he was frightened by His Majesty.

He couldn't speak, Zhao Zongning sighed: "Let's all go out." She asked several eunuchs to carry the limp Empress Dowager Sun out. Before she went out, she took another look. With that, there was tension between the two.

She could actually understand Xiao Shiyi's thoughts.

The emperor is still alive, such an heir is a target in the eyes of most people, right?

But she also knew what her brother was thinking. My brother really didn't take Xiao Shiyi as a target. My brother was really angry. My brother really wanted Xiao Shiyi to inherit his throne in the future.

She sighed and said softly: "Brother, I will bring the imperial doctor in in a quarter of an hour. Xiao Shiyi's wound is serious."

After all, she closed the door tightly.

The room was completely quiet.

Zhao Cong just lost his temper, but now he is a little weak and doesn't know what to say.

Zhao Shiqi reached out and grabbed the imperial edict placed beside the bed, and asked him, "Why is there such an edict?"

Zhao Cong didn't speak.

"Your Majesty is suspicious of me? Suspecting me to assassinate you? Suspecting me to be a cruel scheme?"

Zhao Cong still did not speak.

"Your Majesty is going to push me out to be a target?!" Zhao Shiqi woke up and was pleasantly surprised when he heard Zhao Cong's voice. In a blink of an eye, he saw the imperial edict beside the bed.His back was injured, but his eyes were fine, and he could tell what it was just by looking at him.This is what he wanted when he was first reborn in this life. He entered the palace for this thing, lied about it, and spent all his time thinking about it.Never thought that one day, his name, three words, Zhao Shiqi, would appear on this imperial edict so easily.

But he no longer wants this thing!

His eyes were filled with pain, and he had long since ignored the pain on his body. He stared at Zhao Cong, waiting for Zhao Cong's answer.

Zhao Cong also felt uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, you speak."

"..."

"His Majesty--"

Zhao Cong didn't know what to say, he doubted everyone in the world, and he wouldn't doubt Xiao Shiyi either.

Why did Little Eleven say that?

Does Little Eleven know how much he loves him?

He didn't know that Zhao Shiqi was born again, Zhao Shiqi had a ghost in his heart, and he was extremely sensitive when encountering such a thing.Yes, Zhao Shiqi was terrified. He was not pure in his mind at the beginning.Zhao Cong who was acting so calmly made him terrified. Seeing that Zhao Cong remained silent, he stretched his legs and wanted to get off the bed.

Zhao Cong finally said, "Don't move!"

Zhao Shiqi is still coming down.

Zhao Cong stepped forward to hold him down, and said angrily again: "I told you not to move!"

Zhao Shiqi looked up at him, Zhao Cong's face was ugly, Zhao Shiqi said sadly: "Zhao Cong, why is this?"

It was the first time Zhao Cong heard Zhao Shiqi call him by his name. In fact, as the emperor, who ever called him like this in front of him, only Zhao Shiqi.

He stared blankly at Zhao Shiqi. Zhao Shiqi's eyes seemed to be abysses. He looked into the black abyss, and the circles of his eyes turned red. He said softly, "They want to kill me, and you are doing this because of me. I hate them, and what they want is This throne? I want them to know, and they don’t want it even after trying so hard! They don’t want it even after I die! Even if I die immediately, the throne is yours! No one wants to grab it! I want the whole world to know !"

Zhao Cong had never lost his composure like this before. That time he was so angry that he vomited blood, and when he woke up again, even if he was angry, it was only angry.But Zhao Cong was a stranger at this time, Zhao Cong seemed to have collapsed, he said, and said: "Whoever covets this seat and you in the future will all die!"

This is a completely unfamiliar Zhao Cong. The deepest part of Zhao Shiqi's heart was not pierced by a sharp blade, but was pierced by Zhao Cong's red eye circles, slightly mad expression and messy language in an instant.

Zhao Shiqi suddenly wanted to laugh.

Fate is really ridiculous.

When he wanted it badly, he couldn't get it.When he didn't want it, someone would send it to him.

Zhao Cong has put down all the defenses in front of him and showed him his true self, so what else can he hide?

Except that he entered the palace to wait for Zhao Cong to die, it cannot be said that it would make Zhao Cong sad, he was reluctant, and he hated himself at that time.Apart from his true identity, it cannot be said that Zhao Cong would no longer be able to trust him, he couldn't stand it.Apart from the fact that he died once and came back again, it cannot be said that it was because Zhao Cong would regard him as a monster, which was difficult for him to face.

Apart from these, why should he continue to hide?

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Cong's hand.

The manic Zhao Cong calmed down a little and looked at him.

Zhao Shiqi also looked at him, and said softly, "I am not Zhao Congde's son."

"..." Zhao Cong was puzzled.

"I'm not from the Zhao family, and I don't have the blood of the Zhao family in me."

"..."

"And above all, I am not your nephew. You are not my uncle."

"..."

"Zhao Cong, I have you in my heart. I only have you in my heart."

"..."

"I'm not from the Zhao family, and I don't inherit the throne. Zhao Cong, you have to live well. Anyone who wants to kill you has to pass my test first. No one can kill you. Don't be afraid, I will be by your side. I want I will be the knife in your hand, and I will also be the shield in front of you. You will be a famous emperor through the ages, and you will always sit on a high seat, overlooking everyone and me."

Zhao Shiqi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said again: "If one day, God is jealous of you and takes you away, I will go with you. I will not inherit the throne. This edict will always be placed with you I won’t pick it up. After a hundred years, enter the underground palace with us.”

Zhao Cong didn't know what he really looked like.

But he knew that this was the first time in his two lives that anyone had said those words to him.

These are the existences that he has longed for for two lifetimes, and gradually he dare not long for them any more.

Zhao Shiqi's eyes are not only dark abysses, but Zhao Shiqi's eyes are also moving rivers and mountains.They are clear, they are magnificent.He is willing to fall for these eyes, and can be easily intoxicated by these eyes, and he just wants to be intoxicated by them and never return.

It seems that Zhao Cong shouldn't cry, Zhao Cong can't cry, and Zhao Cong can't cry.

But he knew that there was still some liquid coming out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Shiqi wiped away bit by bit for him.

Zhao Shiqi continued: "I wanted to wait a little longer. I was afraid that you would find it difficult to accept my identity. I am not Zhao Congde's son, and I was afraid that my mother would be involved. Zhao Congde's behavior was absurd. I wanted to find fault with him so that I could take advantage of this opportunity." Confess to you that I have no blood relationship with him." Zhao Shiqi had already confessed everything he could, and he continued, "Your Majesty, would you blame me? Blame me for keeping this from you?"

Zhao Cong stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, receiving too much information at once, he was shocked and overjoyed, and he couldn't even sort it out clearly.

"Your Majesty, I am not a son of a noble clan, do you still love me?" Zhao Shiqi asked softly.

Zhao Cong was about to nod, when he suddenly thought of a question, he hurriedly said: "Why are you so sure that I will love you?" He slowly came back to his senses at this moment, thinking of the strange self just now, crying, making noise, getting angry, and collapsing, it was really scary panic.He was also a little embarrassed.

Zhao Shiqi finally showed a smile: "Because you have me in your eyes."

"..."

Zhao Shiqi grabbed his hand tightly: "I only have you in my eyes, and also in my heart, what about you?"

"..." Zhao Cong wanted to break free from his hand, turned to face outside, and began to talk about him from left to right, "You have to ask the imperial doctor to come in and re-wrap your wound—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Shiqi hugged him tightly from behind and hugged him.

He stopped.

Zhao Shiqi whispered in his ear, "Is it just me?"

Zhao Cong's ears turned red instantly.

Zhao Shiqi asked again: "Is it?"

Zhao Cong blinked quickly, thinking how to avoid it, but found that he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

He lowered his head, lowered his eyes, flapped his eyelashes, and said softly: "Yes."