Funing Hall

Zhao Cong had another long dream.

There are still his parents in the dream, but this time the dream seems to be longer.He dreamed that he survived alone, dreamed of how the Xiao family couple who had worked diligently at home for a lifetime took care of him and grew up, and dreamed of his lovely students.

Aunt Xiao stretched out her hand to him: "Master, come back quickly, we all miss you."

The students also stretched out their hands to him: "Teacher, why haven't you come back yet? You still have to guide the drama at the end of the semester!"

This dream was so beautiful, he was about to reach out to them, he wanted to go back.

The person who had lied to him suddenly stood in front of him and said sarcastically, "I used you because of your liking, but you also forced me because of your money? Who among us is nobler than anyone else?!"

Even in a dream, he felt extremely sad in his heart.

When did he ever persecute him?He never persecuted anyone.

The dream was no longer beautiful, and his heart felt like a needle was pricking him. He wanted to wake up, but the people who had lied to him also came to pull him together.He dodged around, but couldn't dodge, he was finally annoyed, and stretched out his hand to push the man.

The man stepped back, was hit by a car, and he fell in a pool of blood.

Zhao Cong opened his eyes suddenly, he kept panting, but he could still see the pool of blood in front of his eyes.

He couldn't tell where it was at once, until his sense of smell gradually recovered, and he smelled the familiar fragrance of plum blossoms in the tent.He slowly came back to his senses, and the sensations on his body recovered one by one, and he noticed that he was sweating all over his body.

He seemed to have fainted for a long time again.

He also slowly recalled the events before he fell into a coma. Maybe it is easy to make people confused at night, but it also wakes people up, or he just had a dream that was too tired.He was not very sad at this time, he even firmly believed that Zhao Shiqi was not dead.

Zhao Shiqi left him a letter before leaving.

Tell him to wait for him.

Zhao Shiqi must have cheated his death.

He firmly believed.

Zhao Cong got up lightly, and the two little maids were dozing off on the bedposts, he walked out of the inner room softly like a ghost.

I don't know how long I have been lying down, but the pain in my ankle is no longer very painful, it is obviously much better.

He only wore obscene clothes, went around the window, walked out of the main hall, stood on the porch, and looked at the starry sky.

The autumn night is cool and the wind is not small.The cold sweat on his body did not subside, and the wind blew him a little cold.But he still stubbornly looked at the dark night sky with few stars, and refused to go in.

Looking at it, he couldn't help being a little confused.

Suddenly there was a sound from the gate of the palace, and he looked towards the gate of the palace.

Someone pushed in the door.

Zhao Cong thought he was wrong, but under the moonlight there was indeed a man in armor with blood on his body walking towards him.

Zhao Cong squinted at him, seeing him getting closer and closer, finally walked in front of him, and called him softly: "Your Majesty."

Zhao Cong's eyes were inexplicably wet, he thought, isn't he still dreaming.

This person is Little Eleven.

He stretched out his hand, and Zhao Cong held it in his hand.The palms are warm, with thin calluses, very familiar, it is indeed Xiao Shiyi's hands.But Zhao Cong didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear that if he spoke, it would wake up from another dream.

"Your Majesty." He called again.

Zhao Cong clenched his hand tightly, his eyes shaking a little.

Even if it's a dream, it's fine.

Zhao Shiqi looked at the person who thought about it day and night, and his heart was filled instantly.

It's just that the young eunuch's words linger in his ears just now.His body was covered with blood, and he didn't dare to touch Zhao Cong. He looked at Zhao Cong under the moon, thin and erratic, as if he was about to float to the Heavenly Palace in the next moment.There has never been a moment like this that made him feel that he could no longer have Zhao Cong.

He timidly ignored other things, and first asked the question he wanted to ask the most at this time: "Your Majesty, Lady Tian is pregnant with your child?"

Zhao Cong looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what he said.

"Your Majesty?" Zhao Shiqi asked again, "Miss Tian is pregnant with a child?"

Pregnant?

Zhao Cong was actually still ill. He suddenly woke up with a high fever and a cool breeze, and his reaction was a little slow.He couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream at this time, and he nodded subconsciously, as if someone was pregnant with a child.

Seeing him nodding his head, Zhao Shiqi felt a chill in his heart.

He asked again in disbelief: "They said that I was dead, that His Majesty would give me a concubine to worship for me, Your Majesty, is this false?"

When Zhao Cong heard the first half of the sentence, his mind ached again.

Little Eleven is not dead!Little Eleven is right in front of him!

He immediately got angry and said, "Don't say that!"

Zhao Shiqi misunderstood his meaning and said in disbelief: "Why can't you say that? Your Majesty, how can you give me to other people? How can you let other people conceive your child? I only have you, why can't you just have me?" I?"

Zhao Cong understood the last sentence, he held Zhao Shiqi's hand even tighter, and said seriously: "Only you."

Zhao Shiqi's nose was also sore, maybe the moonlight was too sad, and Zhao Cong was too floating.

Zhao Shiqi couldn't help but said again: "Your Majesty, let's go, the emperor can do whatever he wants. I don't want to be separated from you anymore." After only one month of separation, Zhao Cong had a child, and it was really difficult for him to share the bed with other concubines. accept.He thought of Zhao Cong's body being seen by the second person, so he wanted to kill him, "As soon as we leave, there will be no more wars, depending on who rebels and who fights, it's none of our business, isn't that good? We will never be separated like this again. It has been so long since we have been separated, it is too difficult, too difficult."

Zhao Cong murmured: "Okay."

"Your Majesty, let's go!" Zhao Shiqi was inexplicably powerless.There are always so many things in the world that he is unable to accomplish, if he kills that lady Tian, ​​will Zhao Cong blame him?After all, Lady Tian was the only one who was pregnant.

It seems that he shouldn't be selfish, Zhao Cong is the emperor, but also a man, and it is only natural for him to extend his descendants.But he only wanted to kill that person, and he didn't expect that once he returned to Beijing, this was what was waiting for him.

He felt pain in his heart, and he didn't care about the blood on his body. He stretched out his arms and hugged Zhao Cong tightly, begging in his ear: "Your Majesty, let's go."

Zhao Cong was hugged into his arms, his eyes were still a little numb.

"Let go of brother!!" There was another burst of angry reprimands from the door.

Zhao Cong's dull eyes drifted to the gate of the palace, Zhao Zongning held a sword and led people in, and they tied up the people Zhao Shiqi brought into the palace.After a while, people crowded the courtyard of Funing Palace.

Everyone in Funing Hall woke up, Fu Lu and others hurried out, seeing this scene, they were frightened.

"Zhao Shiqi, let go of Your Majesty!" Zhao Zongning approached and said again.

Zhao Shiqi slowly let go of Zhao Cong, and turned to look at her.

Seeing the blood stains on Zhao Congrou's white clothes, Zhao Zongning thought it was Zhao Shiqi who had hurt him, she was furious, and raised her sword to strike at Zhao Shiqi.

Zhao Shiqi raised his hand to block it, and frowned at her: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Zongning gritted his teeth: "What am I doing? I should ask you what to do! Zhao Shiqi! Xixia's meticulous work is so happy? Eleven Lord is so happy? Oh, no, you may be a certain prince of Xixia. I Suspect, that Li Liangcheng is just your substitute, you are the real one, three, emperor, son!"

When the people in the yard heard this, they all stared, obviously they were all dumbfounded.

Although Zhao Cong was dizzy, he could see his sister raising a sword to kill Zhao Shiqi, and he could also hear the words "Third Prince".

He suddenly thought of one thing, back then, when Qian Yuemo came to see him with the jade pendant secretly sent by Li Liangcheng, Xiao Shiyi was also there.

He even thought that Yan Mo once called Xiao Shishi "San Lang Jun".

It's just that his eyes are still a little wandering.

After Zhao Zongning finished speaking, Zhao Shiqi didn't respond, not even a trace of guilt on his face.

"You traitor!!" Zhao Zongning hated him so much that he slashed at him again.Zhao Cong subconsciously stretched out his hand to block, Zhao Shiqi immediately blocked in front of Zhao Cong.

"Brother! He is the third prince of Xixia! He is the real Li Liangcheng, we were all deceived by him!" Zhao Zongning said urgently.

Zhao Cong glanced at Zhao Shiqi subconsciously, and Zhao Shiqi also looked back at him.

"Brother!" Seeing that he still didn't respond, Zhao Zongning was so angry that he wanted to chop Zhao Shiqi again.

Zhao Shiqi didn't hide, he just watched Zhao Zongning attack.

He probably understood that what he did was probably exposed.He also understands what it means once those things are exposed.

In a trance, he thought of his previous life, when Zhao Zongning pierced him with a sword.

He didn't even want to hide.

Zhao Cong pulled him back violently.

Zhao Cong woke up.

It turned out that this was really not a dream.

The blood-smeared person in front of his eyes was indeed Zhao Shiqi.

He was silent for a moment, let go of Zhao Shiqi's hand, turned around, and said as he walked, "You two come in."

"elder brother!!"

"Come in." Zhao Cong said in a low voice.

Zhao Zongning took a deep breath and said to Zhao Shiqi: "The people outside are all my people, you will definitely die today!" She pushed Zhao Shiqi in, Zhao Shiqi was also silent, and walked in.

"Close the door." Zhao Cong reminded.

Zhao Zongning said angrily: "Brother, why do you still care about these things at this time? The whole world should know how ambitious he is! His mother sneaked into Song Dynasty more than ten years ago, Xixia is a good plan!"

"Shut it!" Zhao Cong became angry.

Zhao Shiqi stepped forward and closed the door, then turned around and walked in front of Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong slowly sat down on the couch. In fact, he had difficulty breathing, but he still said slowly, "Who will speak first."

Zhao Zongning told Zhao Cong everything Shao Yi said to him, and also told what Qian Shang said and did.

Zhao Shiqi stood aside, silent from beginning to end.

Sitting on the couch, Zhao Cong was also silent from beginning to end.

Zhao Zongning said a series of words. Seeing that the two did not respond, he was anxious and angry, and there was a trace of sadness that he tried his best to hide.To be honest, what concerned her the most was that Zhao Shiqi really lied to them so much and for so long.

"elder brother!"

Zhao Cong put his hands on his lap, and when he just sat on the couch, he even covered himself with a silk blanket.At this time, his hands looked even whiter against the imperial concubine-colored silk blanket.

He looked at his hands.

It's really pale.

He raised his head and said to Zhao Zongning, "Go out."

"Brother, I can't let him be alone with you!"

"go out."

"elder brother!"

Zhao Cong pushed the teapot and cup on the table to the ground, and said indifferently, "Go, go."

Zhao Zongning's skirt was splashed with cold tea, she suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "I know my brother doesn't want to believe it, who is willing to believe it? I don't want to either, but the evidence is all real, brother You listen to him." After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Shiqi and said with a mocking smile, "I hope you can be sincere for a while."

Zhao Zongning turned around and went out, not forgetting to close the door again.

Zhao Cong rested for a while, and then said in the calmest voice possible: "Real death, or fake death."

"suspended animation."

"Is it your intention, or someone else's instruction."

"I did it on purpose."

Zhao Cong nodded: "Okay." He nodded again, "Very good." He kept lowering his head slightly, looking at the ground.Zhao Shiqi also stood still and did not kneel down.Zhao Cong thought of such a small person back then, when he lowered his head, he could even see the villain's neck.

In a blink of an eye, it was so big.

"Why did you enter the palace in the first place?" Zhao Cong asked.

He actually had too many questions to ask, and the first thing he asked was this question.He knew that Zhao Shiqi lied to him when he mentioned this matter when he returned to Kaifeng.

It's just that at that time he would rather be deceived than think of Zhao Shiqi as that, and simply cover his ears and steal the bell, and accept those rhetoric.

Zhao Shiqi was silent.

"I just want to hear the truth." Zhao Cong looked up at him with extremely clear eyes.

Zhao Shiqi has never been so embarrassed, under Zhao Cong's eyes, he really has nowhere to hide.Those things have been kept in his heart for too long, he once thought that he would never have a chance to say them in his life, and he didn't want these words to see the light of day.

but--

The grace given by God is too little after all.

Finally, the day has come.

He pulled out a cold smile and said, "For the throne."

Zhao Cong also smiled a little, and asked again in a seemingly normal way: "Why don't you want it again?"

Zhao Shiqi was silent.

Zhao Cong replied by himself: "Because you found out that I have been coaxed, you don't need to reach out and give it to you voluntarily."

Zhao Shiqi knew it wasn't true, he didn't want the throne for a long time, but Zhao Cong did give it to him on his own initiative.

The most important thing is that he no longer knows what to say to Zhao Cong.

"Who are you?" Zhao Cong asked again.

Zhao Shiqi remained silent as usual.

"Back then, when Aunt Wang poisoned me, did you already know? Someone was going to push me into the water, did you also already know? That's why you just went there and rescued me from the water?"

"Yes."

Zhao Cong was cold all over: "Since we already know that someone is going to poison me, why did you wait until the last moment to save me?" Before he could answer, Zhao Cong's voice began to tremble, "Because you didn't want to save me, you just wanted to wait You want me to die so that I can inherit the throne. You learned my handwriting so that I could write an imperial edict for myself when I die. Later, you found out that I am so weak that I will die one day. And I treat you well, and you are still young. I was used to fend off all kinds of ghosts and monsters, and I was still useful to you, so you saved me. You left Kaifeng, and you came back five years later, because the time is ripe. Isn't it?"

Zhao Shiqi had nothing to say, he was indeed like that at the beginning, what Zhao Cong said was right, there was nothing wrong with it.

It’s just that the reason why he left Tokyo and came back is not the same, but it’s useless to say it at this time. If he did one wrong thing, there is nothing he can do to make up for it by doing a hundred or a thousand good deeds.

Zhao Cong won't believe it anymore.

Zhao Cong accepted him as acquiescing, and then said: "You use everything I like just to please me. You understand my temperament, and you plan to make me fall in love with you and sing such a play with me, right? "

Zhao Shiqi's mouth was full of bitterness, but he didn't know how to defend himself.

Just the fact that he really wanted Zhao Cong's life for the throne in the first place condemned him to death.

Zhao Cong felt very tired, so he covered his face with his hands.

It turned out that the truth turned out to be the case.

The person he thought would be the least likely to betray him had indeed never betrayed him.

Because of that person, never really belonged to him.

As a teacher of acting, he was completely deceived by other people's acting skills.

But even if he knew the truth, he couldn't bear to kill him.

Zhao Cong was even more desperate. He didn't look at Zhao Shiqi, and pointed at the door: "Go, you are very capable. If you can escape from the palace, don't come back again. If you can't, it's your destiny to be killed by them." in this way."

Zhao Shiqi's mind was blank, and he didn't know whether it was despair, powerlessness, or blankness.

He thought that when he came back in this life, the world would be his, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

But Zhao Cong and everything related to Zhao Cong are telling him that there are too many facts that he can't do.

After all, it was because he was not strong enough.

"Go." Zhao Cong urged, he still didn't dare to look at Zhao Shiqi, he was afraid to take a look, he wanted to kill him so much.

But he couldn't bear to kill him.

For this sake, he was still reluctant.

Zhao Shiqi had a serious face, seeing that Zhao Cong was unwilling to look at him no matter what.

He felt that he was extremely ugly, and suddenly he didn't dare to face Zhao Cong, so he turned around and left.

When he reached out to pull the door, Zhao Cong said something behind him——

Zhao Cong said: "Zhao Shiqi, do you have a heart?"

This sentence hurt the deepest part of Zhao Shiqi's heart.

Zhao Shiqi took a deep breath, walked back suddenly, bent down and asked Zhao Cong: "How can I completely own you? Don't let anyone touch you, don't let anyone look at you, you will believe and agree with everything I do I like to wear the clothes you like to see me wear, and I like to eat the things you like to tell me to eat, but I'm also sick of wearing the clothes you like me to wear, and eating the things you like to see me eat. Over the years, I suppress these things and tremble all day long, afraid that you will hate me, afraid that you will hate me.

throne?What I once longed for so much, but when I really got it, I spurned it very much.It wasn't until now that I discovered that the throne is really beneficial.

Turns out I still wanted it.It turns out that I am such a me. "

Zhao Cong was a little puzzled by his nonsense, but his eyes were still sharp and sad.

Zhao Shiqi suddenly pulled out a soft whip from his body, and stretched out his hand to tie Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong stepped back and asked sharply, "What are you going to do?"

"Your Majesty, I'm tired of being the child you like." Zhao Shiqi tightened Zhao Cong's hand to tie him, and said softly, "I'll write the imperial edict right now, and I'll be the emperor for you in the future. I will do the troublesome things, you just need to enjoy yourself. I will take care of you, and we will never be separated. I will not let you leave me."

The more Zhao Shiqi talked, the happier he became. He was worried about Zhao Cong's body, so he tied him very carefully and gently.

Zhao Cong took the opportunity to kick him away.

Zhao Shiqi got up from the ground and walked towards Zhao Cong again.

Zhao Cong happened to have a knife in his hand, and it was exactly the same knife engraved with the word "Zongbao" that was given to him by Zhao Shiqi.Zhao Cong held the knife in his hand and said to him, "Go out."

Zhao Shiqi, as if he hadn't noticed, lowered his head and meticulously wanted to tie Zhao Cong again.

Zhao Cong's hands trembled a little: "Get out!"

Zhao Shiqi's hand was still moving, and he didn't even take the knife in his hand.

The more this happened, the more despair Zhao Cong felt.

He was desperate for himself, and also for Zhao Shiqi.But Zhao Shiqi still said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, I should have thought of it long ago. As long as I become the emperor, I will kill all those who make you unhappy. Lady Tian, ​​Yi Yu, these people are all killed. Shao Yi also Damn it, his eyes are too sharp, so he gouged out his eyes. Lady Tian is pregnant with your child, damn it, dig out the child from her stomach, and dry it..."

Zhao Cong was trembling from what he said, is this still Little Eleven?

No matter how hostile Little Eleven is, it's not enough, is it? !

Zhao Shiqi finally tied him with the knife in his right hand, and said softly: "If your majesty likes, you can stab me casually, and I will be able to beat you. Come—" He said and sent his hand forward, and Zhao Cong pushed him away. Open, Zhao Shiqi turned around and leaned closer again.Zhao Cong was a little flustered, and swung the knife in his hand, but it really stabbed something.

He hurriedly looked back, the knife pierced Zhao Shiqi's heart.

Zhao Cong's hands trembled, although he submerged shallowly, blood was already flowing out from the knife.

Zhao Shiqi also looked down, the gemstones on the knife were shining brightly, he had inlaid them with his own hands, and he had also carved the "Zongbao" on the handle himself.

He suddenly remembered a ridiculous dream he had when he was young in this life.

In the dream, Zhao Cong stabbed him like this.

Then, he grew up.

The door was also kicked open suddenly, and Zhao Zongning ran in stridingly with someone, shouting "Guardian", at the same time she rushed over quickly, and her sword pierced straight into Zhao Shiqi's back.

Zhao Shiqi gradually came to his senses.

This is already the second life.

He was still stabbed by Zhao Zongning, the process was different, but the result was the same.

He knew that he should pull out the knife from his chest, he had strength, but he suddenly didn't want to pull it out.

Zhao Cong looked at him in panic.

Could it be that Zhao Cong would be able to forgive him if he was injured more severely, or died altogether?

How could he have no heart.

A heart of stone, no matter how cold or hard it is, is still a heart.

It was still a heart of stone that had been warmed by only one person.

Zhao Shiqi was bleeding before and after, and he felt that his life was slowly passing away.

Resurrection, what is it for?

Why let him and Zhao Cong fall in love, but give them such a start.

He rushed back from the southwest in high spirits, and why?

If he had known this earlier, he really might as well have died in the southwest.