Ugly Nuer

As soon as Xuanyuan Jing entered the imperial study, she saw Xuanyuan Lin's rather disheveled face, and immediately felt tense: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body."

Xuanyuan Lin nodded slightly: "I'm fine, King Jing took it?"

King Xian nodded: "After all, he is a child of the royal family. I imprisoned him in King Xian's mansion, but he refused to admit what he did. I thought, maybe Cheng Huan..."

Seeing that Xuanyuan Lin's body was visibly trembling, he mumbled what was on his lips: "Maybe it's for other reasons, did the palace maid interrogate anything?"

Xuanyuan Lin rubbed his forehead: "Lang Que is on trial, I..."

He suddenly stopped, his brows twisted up, Xuanyuan Jing looked over in confusion, but saw Xuanyuan Lin propping his head with one hand and holding his heart with the other, he immediately became nervous: "Your Majesty, is the dragon's body in trouble?"

Xuanyuan Lin opened his mouth after a few breaths, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay...it's just an old disease."

Xuanyuan Lin's old illness?

Xuanyuan Jing was worried and distressed, but at a loss, where did he get his old illness from?

However, the other party obviously wouldn't talk to him about this in detail. After the obvious ailment passed, he seemed to have changed back to the original Xuanyuan Lin, with serious expressions and condensed eyes, which made Xuanyuan Jing feel more and more uncomfortable.

"The emperor should rest for two days? No matter how heavy the official business is, it can't be as heavy as the dragon's body."

Xuanyuan Lin shook his head slightly, did not speak, then frowned and looked at the file: "Chen Jing must not be let go."

Xuanyuan Jing bowed his head to accept the order, but he was a little embarrassed: "Chen Jing is easy to deal with, but this is a serious crime, if the nine clans are implicated..."

In just two sentences, Xuanyuan Lin seemed to have relapsed from his old illness. He barely maintained his posture by raising his hand on the imperial case. He waved his hand with difficulty: "Zhen...Zhen..."

Xuanyuan Jing couldn't stand it anymore: "Your Majesty, is there any doctor Xuan coming to see it? What kind of old disease is happening so badly?"

Xuanyuan Lin took a deep breath: "I'm afraid I don't have the energy to deal with King Jing today, so you can take care of it first... go down."

With his appearance, how could Xuanyuan Jing feel relieved, but the emperor's fate was difficult, and he couldn't let it go, so he still sighed and walked out.

Not long after, Lin Feng also came out, raised his hand and closed the door of the imperial study.

Xuanyuan Jing's heart skipped a beat: "Why did you also come out?"

Lin Feng still couldn't come to his senses now, he thought he would die this time, but he didn't expect the emperor to sleep, as if nothing had happened, neither did anyone restrain Cheng Huan's body, nor did he deal with the Daming Palace His servants and Lang Que who was guarding outside.

Live like a dream.

"The emperor said he wanted to stay alone."

Lin Feng now deeply feels that his head is tied to his belt, how dare he disobey Xuanyuan Lin's words.

Xuanyuanjing sighed sadly, Cheng Huan died just like that...

He stared at the gate of the imperial study for a long time, and seeing that Xuanyuan Lin really had no intention of coming out, he could only turn around and leave.

Xuanyuan Lin slowly stood up from the dragon chair at this time, and walked step by step to the antique rack. The ornaments on it were selected when Cheng Huan was there, and it has been a long time since they were changed.

He opened the small box on the shelf, took out a piece of broken silver, and threw it into the white bottomed black flower dragon and phoenix jar next to him. He heard a dull sound inside, and smiled slowly: "Listen, it's almost full." .”

He didn't know when he had such a hobby of throwing broken silver into these ornaments. He only knew that when he came to his senses, it was almost full.

He never thought of letting people know that he was doing such a boring thing. Even Cheng Huan, if anyone could detect the clue, it would only be Zhang Jinzhong who would add pieces of silver to the box every few days, but he never Don't tell, never ask, even the cleaning of this shelf is done by myself.

Xuanyuan Lin tapped the pot with dragon and phoenix patterns lightly, and his heart ached again. He sat down slowly leaning against the imperial case, silently enduring the pain. Not long after, there were footsteps outside.

He knew that he was damaging the majesty of the royal family, but his body had no strength, and he was not allowed to stand up. He could only comfort himself. Lin Feng was guarding outside, and no one else in the world would dare to break into the royal study.

As expected, the footsteps outside stopped, and Xuanyuan Lin let out a breath slowly, but his breathing gradually became short due to the pain in his chest, and he had to use all the remaining strength in his body to hold his chest.

Suddenly footsteps sounded next to his ears, Xuanyuan Lin paused, his body froze.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, his pupils shrank, and he wanted to look back, but his body seemed to be rusted, and he didn't listen to him.

Until the footsteps got closer and closer, they stopped in front of him.

Xuanyuan Lin looked up, then lowered his head, it turned out to be Zhang Jinzhong.

"Although it's hot in summer, you can't sit on the ground, be careful of getting damp."

He tremblingly came to help Xuanyuan Lin, but he was old and frail, and had no strength at all. This time, he could not help Xuanyuan Lin up, but he sat on the ground tired.

He took a few heavy breaths, and said helplessly: "The servant is really... getting more and more useless..."

Xuanyuan Lin leaned his head on his shoulder and didn't speak for a long time. Since he was conferred the crown prince, he has never been so close to anyone, but at this moment he couldn't hold it anymore.

Zhang Jinzhong's heavy breathing stopped slowly, and he raised his hand tremblingly to pat him on the shoulder: "You are the emperor, you can overcome any obstacles."

Xuanyuan Lin knew that he would be able to get over it, he was the ruler of a country, and he had no time to let him down.

But people's hearts are made of flesh, and there are times when they can't bear it.

He slowly closed his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the clothes on his chest, and said hoarsely: "Elder-in-law, my heart hurts..."

Zhang Jinzhong almost shed tears, he watched this child grow up, when did he cry out for pain?Learning to ride a horse at the age of eight, the horse stepped on his chest, woke up from a coma for three days, and didn't make a sound...

Now, he actually cried out in pain...

Zhang Jinzhong felt sorry for him, and also for Cheng Huan. Even if he wanted to comfort him, he couldn't say anything. He was a rootless person, and he was lonely all his life. He planned with all his heart, cared and loved him like a son, but when he arrived, he ended up with a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

Zhang Jinzhong knew that he was a slave, and he had to hide his tears, so he didn't dare to mention it, dared not think about it, but when Xuanyuanlin opened his mouth, he realized that he had lived his whole life, but he couldn't bear the heartache.

"Old slave..."

He endured it, his eyes were still wet, and tears dripped down his cheeks. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't utter a single word. If he had known Cheng Huan's short life, what he did to feel sorry for him...

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't hold it anymore. The pain was so heart-piercing that he couldn't think or see anything in his mind.

Xuanyuan Lin suddenly raised his hand to hold his hand, he didn't speak, but Zhang Jinzhong understood what he meant, a majestic emperor is not even qualified to shed tears.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, crying hoarsely, Xuanyuan Lin leaned against him, listening to his sadness quietly, his body seemed to be turned into a log, motionless.

The movement in the imperial study room quickly alarmed the outside. Lang Que and Lin Feng looked at each other, and they had already guessed who this person was. Since Xuanyuan Lin didn't open his mouth, it was tacit consent, they just need to guard the door.

Zhang Jinzhong's crying was intermittent, but it was really heart-piercing. Lin Feng and Cheng Huan had only been together for a few days, but they were still melancholy because of the crying, and he started to cry along with sobs. He gave him a veil, but he didn't say a word.

It wasn't until the sky darkened that Zhang Jinzhong's crying gradually subsided.

Xuanyuan Lin grabbed his sleeve and wiped his tears for him, Zhang Jinzhong's voice was completely hoarse, and he wanted to thank him, but he couldn't say a word.

Xuanyuan Lin shook his head: "Elder-in-law, I asked someone to buy a house servant for you outside the palace, so you can go out of the palace and raise them."

Zhang Jinzhong was stunned, and stared at Xuanyuan Lin with cloudy eyes. It was the first time he looked directly at the emperor like this, but there was no fear in his heart, only sadness and understanding.

He wanted to ask Xuanyuan Lin if he couldn't see himself, he could really relax.

But in this palace, Cheng Huan has never been anywhere, even if he can't see himself, can he really not want to?

Such severe heart palpitations, can it really be alleviated by doing this?

He couldn't let go of Xuanyuan Lin, this is the child he watched growing up, he watched him study and practice martial arts since he was a child, he watched him grow into a young boy with fresh clothes and angry horse, and he also watched him canonize the crown prince, becoming more and more majestic, until today , he saw the child's softness and pain again.

He can't bear him, he can't worry about him, he has such a temperament, Cheng Huan is gone, if he leaves again, what will happen to his life in the future?

He boldly shook Xuanyuan Lin's hand, begging him not to be so cruel.

How many people have waited for the grace of a lifetime when he was raised in the palace, but when he went out, the sea and the sky were bright, but Xuanyuan Lin wanted to stay in this cage for the rest of his life.

"Elder-in-law, don't worry about me. That dragon chair is only for one person when I was born. I understood it a long time ago."

He supported the imperial case and stood up slowly, looked sideways at the vase on the ancient shelf and smiled slightly: "I only pamper myself this time... When the door opens, there will be only the emperor here. "

Zhang Jinzhong knew that he had made up his mind, and it would be useless to say anything else, so he could only salute and thank him tremblingly, but Xuanyuan Lin held his hand again.

"From now on, you are no longer a slave."

Zhang Jinzhong's tears fell again when he said this, he wiped his face indiscriminately, and thanked him with a kowtow, Xuanyuan Lin helped him up, and personally sent him to the door of the imperial study.

The sunlight outside came in, and both of them squinted their eyes. Zhang Jinzhong walked out tremblingly. Xuanyuan Lin watched his back disappear step by step, as if he never came back again, just like Cheng Huan...

His chest hurt again, and he raised his hand to clasp the door frame, trying his best to prevent himself from barely standing still.

He no longer has the right to fall...