Adviser should be self-improvement

The hall is resplendent and resplendent.

Cloud-top sandalwood beams, exquisite crystal lights, multiple red pillars support this huge hall, a little red glow in the golden dragon eyes on the pillars, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, fighting against the auspicious beasts in the high sky, lifelike.

In this place, which symbolizes supreme power, the surroundings are tightly guarded by heavy soldiers. Occasionally, there will be the sound of soldiers patrolling and walking, and the short clang and soft sound when weapons are handed over. Apart from this, there is nothing else. sound.

It was so dull it was hard to breathe.

The man on the bed obviously thought so too. Although there was no one around, he seemed to be pinched by the neck, his cheeks were flushed, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and he couldn't stop panting in a dream.

It was a good scene in the dream.It was an extremely ordinary banquet, with singing and dancing, skirts and skirts, the bells rang out, the music was melodious, and all kinds of palace people were busy coming and going. He was drooling at a bowl of crystal pellets when he was young. But at this time, the mother concubine who was staring at the high seat gave him a little push, and immediately called him back to God from the food.

After receiving the signal from his mother and concubine's eyes, he recovered from his stupefaction, mustered up the courage to stand up, and vowed to tell the people seated about his recent studies.

The man on the seat was sipping wine leisurely, the face of the other party was blurred by the lingering smoke, and he seemed to be smiling. After listening to what he told, the approving laughter spread in a low voice, and he seemed to have been greatly appreciated. Encouraged, he grinned a big smile, but the eldest prince who had been working against him seemed not to want him to be left behind, followed him closely, and also stood up unwilling to be outdone, telling his father something... ...

He hates the First Prince very much.

Not to mention older than him, he is better at studies than him, and looks more like the father. He often laughs at him as a sharp-minded brute, which is really annoying.

Returning to his seat dejectedly, he was terrified by the ferocious face of the concubine mother, so he could only sit timidly, not daring to move his chopsticks.In order not to be too hungry, he began to look around, and suddenly saw a small figure in the corner who also did not move his chopsticks.

He suddenly felt dazed.

The person who looks the most like his father has never been the eldest prince.

And that person.

After that treason—

'rustle'

Emperor Qian Ning suddenly woke up from his dream, his chest heaved sharply, his eyes widened, and he stared at the vermilion-painted beams in shock.

Outside the window came the uniform sound of soldiers, monotonous mechanical, repeating, 'Boom boom boom boom', without any change.

The crystal-clear glazed tiles shone with a faint white light under the moonlight, and fell on Emperor Qianning's eyelids again, making him feel a little uncomfortable.Emperor Qian Ning took a few breaths, supported his weak body with trembling arms, and walked towards the window.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are faint, the night is dark and windy, and the sky is quiet. Occasionally, a cold light flashes, like the luster reflected by the lake.

Nothing unusual.

Emperor Gan Ning frowned, thinking that his suspicions had recurred, the wind blowing his sweaty body, the residual heat instantly cooled down, so cold that he couldn't help shivering, relaxed, and turned around Walking back to the bed, just about to rest and continue to sleep, one hand stretched out from behind unexpectedly, covering Emperor Qianning's mouth for the first time, and the other hand pressed Emperor Qianning's neck. Guarded, he dragged it over.

"Uuuu-!"

Cao Yuan, who was covered with a black scarf, looked indifferently, looking at Emperor Qian Ning who was panicked in his hands, and said in a cold voice, "If you don't speak, I will let go of your hands."

"Well."

"Just nod if you agree."

Emperor Qian Ning immediately nodded desperately.

Cao Yuan took his hand away in response, and not long after he let go, he saw Emperor Qianning suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to call someone, Cao Yuan, who had expected it for a long time, shot quickly, and removed Emperor Qianning's chin, making the opponent unsure. The shout that could be exported was swallowed back into the stomach.

Emperor Qianning: "..."

As if he didn't see the other party's resentment and panic at all, Cao Yuan took out a letter from his arms and patted it on Emperor Qianning's arms: "Read the letter."

Emperor Qianning glared at Cao Yuan angrily, turning a blind eye to the letter that was right in front of him.

"If you don't look at it, you have two choices." Looking at Cao Yuan's indifferent eyes, it's hard for people to take his words as a joke, "One wastes the hand, the other wastes the foot."

Emperor Qianning's eyes shrank.

"Look."

The saliva in the mouth that can't close is condensing, and I'm afraid it won't be long before it will flow down the corner of the mouth. It's a very uncomfortable feeling, as if reminding Emperor Qian Ning that this young man is ruthless in his attacks, and the helpless Qian Ning Emperor had no choice but to compromise temporarily, tore open the letter, and read it patiently.

At the end, Emperor Qian Ning's complexion changed from impatience to become even more ugly, as if covered with a layer of haze, and blue veins popped out on the originally flat forehead, bouncing bulgingly.

Emperor Qian Ning slapped the letter on the bed, pointed at Cao Yuan angrily, his eyes were full of disbelief, if he could speak, he would probably shout out these four words: So it was you!

Cao Yuan tore off the face towel, revealing the face of Emperor Qianning who had met once at a guest banquet, and settled his guess. The urge to scold Cao Yuan was too much, which actually made his lower jaw tremblingly lifted up, and he had a posture of closing it automatically.

But before that, the uncontrolled saliva dripped down first, extinguishing the anger of Emperor Qianning.

Seeing that Emperor Gan Ning finally calmed down, Cao Yuan took out a pen and paper from his bosom, and even took out a well-ground inkstone.

Emperor Gan Ning, who was wiping his saliva at a loss, twitched his eyebrows, and stared coldly at Cao Yuan who handed him the pen.

Cao Yuan said: "Take it."

Emperor Qianning slapped Cao Yuan hard.

Cao Yuan easily dodged sideways, ignoring Emperor Qian Ning whose face turned blue and white, and said directly: "Until you calm down, I won't put your chin back on you, and cut your finger with a knife without paper and pen." , can still write."

Emperor Gan Ning punched the bed, and because the bedding was too thick, his voice was not loud. He grabbed the pen and paper, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a line: Qin Ce, does he want to rebel? !

This is just an angry remark. After all, being treated so rudely or even roughly, the person who did it was Qin Ce's subordinate. How could Emperor Qianning be in a good mood?But what he never expected was that after listening to his words, Cao Yuan nodded calmly.

what......

what! ?

Quickly turned his eyes back to the envelope in his hand, the word "help" still stayed there impressively, did not become usurper or other outrageous words, Emperor Qian Ning picked up the pen, and circled the two words frantically until The ink soaked through the paper and stained the bedding, leaving striking black spots.

Emperor Qianning picked up the letter facing Cao Yuan, and his staring eyes seemed to be mocking Cao Yuan's behavior just now - until this moment, Emperor Qianning still "firmly believed" that Qin Ce would stand On his side, he was willing to be his courtier and spared no effort to rescue him from the clutches of King Xiangyang.

Cao Yuan didn't even look at the letter, but only looked at Emperor Qianning: "After defeating the King of Xiangyang, the lord will give you back your freedom and promise you ten thousand yuan of money, which is enough for you to live your life in style."

After listening to Cao Yuan's words, Emperor Gan Ning's face twitched, and his expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He tore up the letter and attacked Cao Yuan.

Cao Yuan looked at Emperor Qian Ning who had lost his mind, and instead of dodging away as before, he raised his leg and kicked Emperor Qian Ning directly back on the bed.

The guard rushed into the room after hearing the movement, but found no one in the room. The shredded paper on the ground was swept under the bed by Cao Yuan's strong wind, and Emperor Qian Ning couldn't hold back the tears in his mouth because of this kick. Saliva, ashamed to see people, he buried his face in the quilt without making a sound.

Emperor Qian Ning seemed to be in a bit of a mess, but did not arouse the slightest sympathy from the guards. The guards knocked on the pillar with their scabbards, and shouted in disgust, "It's the middle of the night, what's the trouble if you don't sleep well!"

"Damn it, I just squinted for a while, and then I was woken up all of a sudden!"

"A deposed emperor still has so many things..."

Looking around again, the guard retracted his scabbard and stepped back. Disdainful words came from afar, as if he was explaining what happened just now to his colleagues.

Seeing the gate being closed and re-closed by the guards, Cao Yuan reappeared, and asked the trembling Emperor Qian Ning again: "Don't you think about it? My lord's proposal."

Emperor Qian Ning didn't answer, Cao Yuan asked again, this time, Emperor Qian Ning responded, he slowly stood up, picked up the pen that fell in the bedding, and more ink stains were stained on the clean silk , making an ugly mess.

Just like Emperor Qianning's current situation.

Extremely embarrassing.

Emperor Gan Ning took out the paper and wrote stroke by stroke: If you trade the whole throne for these insignificant things, don't you think I'm a fool?

Cao Yuan turned his head to look at him and asked doubtfully, "Is this throne still yours?"

Emperor Qian Ning froze, and wrote very emphatically: As long as I am still in this position, then this throne is mine, and it can only be mine!

By the last half of the sentence, the handwriting was crazy and scribbled.

Cao Yuan thought for a while and asked seriously: "Since you are the emperor, will the guards outside listen to you?"

"Since you are the emperor, will the ministers in the court listen to you?"

"Since you are the emperor, can you save your own life or the life of your closest relatives?"

Every time Cao Yuan asked a question, Emperor Qianning's hand holding the pen would droop a little. When Cao Yuan finished asking, the tip of the brush had already formed a small round pier with the paper.

"You know that, don't you?"

Cao Yuan's calm words were like sharp knives, each knife was accurately pierced into the heart of Emperor Qianning: "You are just a deposed emperor now, even the guards outside can show you face in front of you, you can't order anyone , there is no close minister around who can save you, and even how long you can live depends on the mood of King Xiangyang."

"This throne can't bring you anything, on the contrary, it puts you in the current comfortable situation." Cao Yuan said, "Although the rest of the princes were imprisoned by King Xiangyang, they live a more relaxed life than you. Likewise, if something goes wrong, they won't be the first to be stabbed."

Emperor Qianning stared at Cao Yuan closely with pain and struggle in his eyes, still unwilling to compromise.

"I'll come back tomorrow night." Cao Yuan unhurriedly packed up his pen and paper, "Tomorrow night will also be your last chance."

"If you are still unwilling to cooperate with the lord when the time comes, my lord will wait until later to fight to the death with King Xiangyang, and your ending will not be within the scope of my lord's consideration."

"No matter who sits on the throne in the end, you will preach to the world as a loser who is unable to secure the throne, and you will also become a sinner of Shengqian. It doesn't matter if you don't care, but you don't know Xiandiquan If you know, what will you think?"

"Your Majesty, please think about it carefully."

After finishing speaking, Cao Yuan took a step forward and closed Emperor Qianning's jaw with a click, but Emperor Qianning didn't seem to react at all, and lowered his head, as if in a trance.

The belated pain awakened Emperor Qianning's sanity, and he suddenly raised his eyes to see that Cao Yuan had disappeared.

Except for the few ink stains left on the bedding, it proved that what Emperor Qian Ning experienced just now was not an illusion.

Emperor Qian Ning looked at the palpitatingly empty hall again, and was silently stunned, wondering what he was thinking.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour, or longer.

Emperor Qian Ning suddenly rolled up the quilt to cover the place where the ink stains were left, and called for someone to bring paper and pen.

The guard rushed in cursing again, naturally he didn't obey Emperor Qianning's order, and said a lot of harsh words, but this time Emperor Qianning didn't choose to endure as usual, but cursed the same, and argued with the guard strive.

He is the emperor, and he is the greatest principle.

Under the persuasion of his colleagues, he was even more worried that he would disturb King Xiangyang's followers, so the guards had to call the palace servants to get paper and pens for Emperor Gan Ning. Emperor Qian Ning actually yelled to change the bed again because he accidentally stained the bedding with ink.

The guard stood at the door with a livid face, waiting for the palace servants to change the bedding for Emperor Qianning. At the same time, he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, thinking that he would definitely add sand to Emperor Qianning's food tomorrow.

If you don't learn a little lesson, you really think you are the emperor from the past?

All the palace people thought that Emperor Qian Ning had been imprisoned for a long time and couldn't think about it, so they just made fun of themselves, but no one noticed that after Emperor Qian Ning lay down, there was a sad and strange arc in the corner of his mouth.

He hated King Xiangyang who knocked him into the dust, and also hated Qin Ce who took the opportunity to coerce him.

I hate my incompetent self even more.