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) was stabbed by his daughter-in-law, and he stabbed himself again. It’s really a double sword... (As expected of a leader, he is ruthless to others, and he is even more ruthless to himself!!!) Xiao Du gave birth to a child in the past. ah……

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In the bedroom, the left and right screens have receded, leaving only the sickly old emperor with chicken skin and white hair on the dragon bed, and the elegant and upright man standing outside the screen.

The unrestrained characters on the screen blocked the man's face, only his warm and steady voice could be heard.

The screen depicts the portrait of Taizu leading the three armies to chase the bandits. The figure in the painting is elegant and vivid. Taizu holds a sword, brave and resolute, with a fierce spirit rushing toward his face, almost overflowing with killing spirit.

"Why did you change this screen...cough...cough cough..." the old emperor said, and then coughed earth-shatteringly.

The man outside the screen said calmly: "Your Majesty ordered it to be replaced yesterday."

He raised his head, his eyes were insightful and sharp, it was Zhong Yukong.

"Yes... yes... I want to replace it."

The old emperor's eyes were half closed, and he seemed to be lost in thought, but after a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Yongyi is gone, she is my only daughter."

The people outside the screen did not speak, the old emperor said to himself: "I know, it was Concubine De who poisoned her..." Yesterday, Yong Yi entered the palace and went straight to Wuning Palace, where Concubine De lived, as if he was dying soon carry on.

She is indeed dying, and her condition has gone from bad to worse in recent years.

She thought it was due to overwork, but who would have expected that the poison had entered her lungs and became terminally ill.

When she left the palace and walked to the east gate, she suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. When the imperial doctor came, she was already out of breath.

Naturally, all the maids around were pulled down and killed with sticks, and the left and right attendants were also fined twenty.

The servant who received the order to investigate the matter followed the clues and found Wuning Palace. The palace was clean, and even the incense was replaced with a new batch.

"Your Majesty, how can you be sure?" The old emperor hissed, showing a clear smile, and said, "How do you know? Heh, I have seen enough of this kind of thing...cough...Yongyi is living too hard... …Concubine Xian has brought her mother into a crime, she has hatred in her heart, and now she wants to use the same method to kill Concubine De."

Yongyi has set up enough schemes, let the concubine Xian die, and Concubine He slays herself with hatred, and now there is only Concubine De, but it is a pity that Concubine De is a master of chess, so that Yongyi's success is on the verge of failure, and he suffers the consequences.

Zhong Yukong continued indifferently: "...Your Majesty is wise."

"What's the matter with the Pei family?" The old emperor gasped heavily after saying a single word.

Now that Yongyi is dead and King Wei has lost his arm, the Eastern Palace faction is even more at ease.

Zhong Yukong thought for a moment, and said: "General Pei is seriously injured, but he is a battle-tested man after all."

The old emperor closed his eyes for a long time, opened them slowly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Sharing His Majesty's worries is what I should do."

Zhong Yukong lowered his eyes.

At first glance, he looked like he was only in his thirties, but in fact, he had been like this since the old emperor hadn't ascended the throne, or even sat in the East Palace.

"Days go so fast, Zhaoqin is dead, Concubine Cheng is dead, you and I are so estranged..." The man hesitated to speak, and finally said: "There is a difference between monarchs and ministers."

"Your apprentice has also grown up."

The old emperor said meaningfully, "I can't keep it anymore."

Zhong Yukong finally raised his eyes, and said softly: "Young people are impetuous, this failure is because I underestimated General Pei, and it has nothing to do with Liu Yue."

"Why panic, Yukong.

If he can't be killed, it means his fate is high, so I just let him go. "

The old emperor gradually stopped coughing, and his speech became more fluent, "It's you.

Back then when you confronted the crown prince, you never had stage fright. You talked and laughed happily, and you were eloquent. "

Speaking of this matter, his cloudy eyes suddenly became much clearer.

A hint of helplessness appeared in Zhong Yukong's eyes, and he said, "Why bother bringing up the past."

"I'm afraid that I will drift away from you."

For half of his life, he fought against his brothers, resolutely released his military power, suppressed dissidents, and watched the party fight against dissidents.

He killed decisively, never said the word "fear".

Zhong Yukong sighed, walked out from behind the screen calmly, and said: "I know what Your Majesty is worried about, but it is just that I am worried that I will not assist the emperor's heir.

However, when did His Majesty see his minister break his promise? "He walked slowly to the side of the bed, and the old man on the dragon bed held his hand tightly, so he sat down and looked into the eyes of the old emperor quietly.

"Why...worried about this? What I have been worrying about has already happened—you have never changed, but I am old."

Zhong Yukong seemed to be unable to understand his words, blinked dully, and said: "People will always grow old."

The old emperor sighed tremblingly.

But Zhong Yukong said seriously: "Whether it is the crown prince or the king of Wei ascending the throne, I will help you wholeheartedly, without any second thoughts."

His tone is serious and loud as it was decades ago.

The old emperor frowned, coughed feebly, and insisted: "You don't understand..." "I understand, Zhaohui."

Zhong Yukong held the wrinkled hand back and smiled lightly.

He once planned to kill the East Palace for one person, frame Qi Wang Zhaoqin, eradicate dissidents and clear the way forward for one person, and he will also assist this person's heirs in the future to continue the luck of this country.

do not understand anything?What doesn't Zhong Yukong understand?

I can't help but update... Gan! ! ! (There is no Pei Gou and Ruoruo today, today is Sunset Red

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Du Ruo sat by the bed and braided Zhener's hair.

Zhen'er was sitting on his lap, his two little feet kicked and almost slipped off his lap, Du Ruo was quick-sighted, and pulled her back with one hand, making Zhen'er giggle.

"Will that uncle die?" Zhen'er leaned against his father's warm arms, with elegant sandalwood lingering on the tip of his nose.

She raised her little head and asked this cruel question innocently.

Du Ruo's braided hands paused, and she remained silent, then straightened her head and neatly tied a knot behind her head.

"Daddy, when are we going home?" The child thought about it, and quickly forgot Pei Sheng.

Du Ruo gently stroked her daughter's head, and said, "After Uncle Pei recovers."

"When will uncle get better?" Zhen'er played with Du Ruo's hair that fell on his chest, and wrapped the soft strands around his fingers.

"...maybe soon."

The daughter was small and soft, Du Ruo put her arms around her, and she buried her head in Du Ruo's arms coquettishly.

"Really, what do you think of Uncle Pei...?" Du Ruo put her chin on the top of her good daughter's head, considering her words.

Zhen'er shrank into a ball in his arms, and said timidly: "He is so fierce."

Years of killing made Pei Sheng sharp no matter whether he was happy or angry. Standing beside him, ordinary people would smell a trace of blood, let alone a child, intentionally or unconsciously.

This is good, even his own daughter is afraid of this old man.

Du Ruo was persuasive: "But Uncle Pei likes you very much, and he even brought Zhen'er to find Daddy."

When Du Ruo learned that his daughter was kidnapped, his heart jumped out of fright, but he was stopped in the room by the hands set by his master, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

Just as anxious as ants on a hot pot, someone under Master suddenly came to the door, holding Zhen'er in his arms who was crying out of breath.

When Zhen'er saw him, he sobbed and said: "Daddy, don't want me..." Du Ruo was so distressed that he could only hold his daughter tightly, and coaxed: "Good boy, Daddy didn't want you, why would Daddy not want you? .”

Zhen'er was young and talked in a nonsensical manner, but Du Ruo knew something was wrong after hearing it, so he didn't even want his daughter, and ran straight to the front hall in a daze.

"Daddy..." Zhen'er's call brought Du Ruo back from his contemplation.

Du Ruo lowered her head and met Zhen'er's deer-like watery eyes.

He suddenly thought of something, let his daughter sit on the edge of the bed, and knelt down on one knee to look at her.

"Really, Daddy has something to discuss with you."

Du Ruo was a little nervous, her beautiful neck was tense.

His good daughter tilted her head and looked at him with puffed cheeks.

"When Uncle Pei wakes up, from now on...you'll call him Daddy, okay?" Zhen'er first pursed her lips and frowned, and then tears flowed as soon as she said it, and the front of her lapel was wet.

She asked in a crying voice: "Dad, don't you want to be real..." She didn't dare to cry loudly. She heard from Xiaofang's sister next door that crying loudly was disgusting. When Xiaofang's father heard Xiaofang cry, I'm going to throw her out of the house and don't want her as a daughter anymore.

She was really afraid that she would be thrown out by her father, so she suppressed her crying and sobbed, crying until her pigtails trembled, like a poor kitten hiding from the rain under the eaves.

Du Ruo gave birth to this child, but he couldn't raise her well. He was often not by her side, so he felt very guilty in his heart, so he pampered her tightly, holding her in his hand for fear of falling, and holding her in his mouth for fear of melting. The daughter cried so much that her little face was wrinkled into a bun, and her heart was clenched into a ball. The pain was so painful that she quickly held her little face and wiped her tears frantically.

"I really don't want to cry, don't cry...it's Daddy's mistake..." Du Ruo softly coaxed her softly, the little thing lay on his shoulder, and fell asleep crying.

Pei Sheng lost a lot of blood.

Someone was running back and forth with a water basin filled with water that had faded blood, and there were tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling sounds of the basin tiles colliding with each other.

His eyes were blurred and his ears were buzzing, as if a veil was covering his side.

Pei declared that his condition was dangerous, and that old injuries were not healed, and new injuries were added.

His original intention of self-mutilation was to prevent Zhong Yukong from stabbing him to death with a single sword in order to keep his good apprentice, but he forgot that he was already at the end of his strength, and even if he moved a few inches away from the main point, he would not be able to withstand it.