After the Destiny Child was reborn

"No, no, no! King Rong broke through the siege and came straight to the capital, and wiped out many rebels along the way."

Lin Xian was still talking leisurely with several colleagues when he heard bad news from a colleague who ran in.

The smile on his face froze for a moment, and none of the colleagues present dared to take a breath, and they were all immersed in incomparable surprise and horror.

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After traveling for nearly a month, they returned to the capital again.

After Liang Jingzhan sent Fu Yanning to the mansion first, he returned to the palace by himself.

He went to see his father first.

Father was lying on the dragon bed, his face was weak, and he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness.

When Emperor Tianhe saw him, he stretched out his five fingers to grab his hand: "Sanlang... back, back."

Liang Jingzhan stood at the door for a long time before approaching and holding his father's hand: "Father, I'm back."

"Okay...it's time to come back. It's been more than a year and a half. I also heard that you have done well in Yu Yuezhuo. The Mr. Li you recommended before is indeed very talented. When it comes to danger, I have saved the day. Promoting him as the commander of the imperial army is very good...all very good." Tianhe Emperor smiled, his lips were dry.

On the day of Emperor Tianhe's birthday, the whole country celebrated together, and after the birthday banquet, Emperor Tianhe's health became worse and worse.

One night, Emperor Tianhe summoned Liang Jingzhan alone.

After that, the sage died and left a will.

In the will, the throne was passed on to him.

When receiving the imperial edict, Liang Jingzhan felt that he was not as satisfied as he imagined.

Therefore, when the imperial decree came into his hands, he had a plan in mind.

With a heavy dragon robe on his body, he lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on the dragon chair that everyone looked up to.

On the first day Liang Jingzhan went to court, he first threw down a stack of letters in public.

The father-in-law beside him picked it up shaking the floating dust, and persuaded him: "The sage calm down."

The young emperor sitting on the dragon chair said indifferently, "Pass on these letters."

The father-in-law holding the letter was obedient, and handed the letter to the leader Lin Xian.

Lin Xian held the letter, and the letter in his hand was scattered on the ground again.

Ji Zuopushe who was beside him picked it up. After seeing the letter, he read it carefully one by one, the joy in his eyes only increased. After reading the letter, Ji Zuopushe handed it to the minister next to him.

He flicked his sleeves and pointed at Lin Xian: "Rebel, you colluded with the enemy country and framed His Highness the Crown Prince for rebellion. Now that the evidence is all there, how can you justify it?"

"To frame His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for rebellion?"

"So this means that the crown prince was framed?"

Lin Xian's hands were trembling, more out of anger than fear. He bent over and took a few steps forward with his beard shaking: "The saint was wronged, there must be some people with bad intentions, imitating the old minister's handwriting to communicate with the enemy country, and trying to frame him deliberately." Veteran."

Naturally, a debate was unavoidable in the court.

"Framed? What Lieutenant Lin said makes sense." Liang Jingzhan didn't bother to talk nonsense, his eyes jumped over the black gauze hats on everyone's heads, and looked at the entrance of the hall from afar, "Then Taiwei Lin must see someone."

The eunuch outside the hall announced with a drawn-out voice, and a person walked in from the hall door under pressure.

Manchao Wenwu turned his head and looked back at the same time: "Isn't this the governor of Song Dynasty? Why is his face like this?"

"Look at this outfit, it looks like... like a ghost army, what's going on?"

There was another round of discussions.

Lin Xian's powerful aura also weakened a lot.

Holding the wat board in his hand, he turned his head nonchalantly after only one glance.

But I hated it long ago.

He cast his eyes on Liang Tian, ​​wanting to hear an explanation.

But Liang Tian didn't dare to look at him, but looked at Song Xiang warily.

Lin Xian secretly cursed as a waste.

"Before I returned to Beijing, I was fortunate enough to see the handsome and heroic appearance of Song Dudu leading the ghost army." Liang Jingzhan patted the dragon chair, his voice was not loud, but all the discussions in the court stopped, and all the eyes They all fell to the ground.

Liang Jingzhan still had a smile on his face, which made people feel close, but at the same time felt that he was emotionally unstable. One moment he was still angry, and the next second he laughed immediately. Even Lin Xian couldn't figure out his thoughts.

"It's a pity that Song Dudu's eyes are bright, but he can't see people." Liang Jingzhan looked at Liang Tian intentionally, "I worked hard to please others, and tried my best to protect others. I was willing to be used as a knife, but in the end I ended up being chased and killed instead."

Song Xiang was pushed down to kneel on the ground, her eyes only looked at Liang Tian's clothes, her body didn't struggle, as if she said to herself: "I didn't do anything wrong, and I don't regret it either."

At the inn before, Liang Jingzhan told Song Xiang of his plan to send someone to kill him, and he also deliberately let Song Xiang see the identity of the person who came to kill him.

Song Xiang really didn't believe his words at first, but after he saw with his own eyes that the person who killed him was actually someone sent by Liang Tian, ​​he still refused to believe it, but after a few days, he slowly accepted that Liang Tian wanted to kill him. his facts.

Liang Jingzhan thought that this would allow Song Xiang to fully recognize Liang Tian's face, but he didn't expect that Song Xiang would not confess to Liang Tian even if he knew that Liang Tian had treated him like this.

Liang Tian stood aside, his eyes fell on Song Xiang's half-human, half-ghost face, his eyes were still suspicious, and he asked tentatively: "Why is the governor of Song Dynasty unwilling to confess the person who instructed you? If you tell everything , maybe the sage will treat you lightly."

"The reason I did this is just..." Song Xiang's eyes seemed to have warmed up when he looked up at Liang Tian, ​​"I just want to repay Jin Qiu's kindness that night."

No one understood what he meant, and Liang Jingzhan subconsciously felt that what he was talking about should be his past with Liang Tian.

Jin Qiu's grace.After Liang Tian looked at the long scar at the corner of his right eye, he suddenly remembered something.

It turned out that Song Xiang was the one who blocked his wounds on the battlefield a few years ago.

Liang Tian also remembered the kindness of Jin Qiu he mentioned.

On a freezing night, when it was snowing, they were still in the barracks. Liang Tian heard some noise and was a little worried, so he went out of the tent to check the situation.

Before walking a few steps, he saw a soldier lying beside the straw pile, his lips were purple from the cold, Liang Tian took off his robe and covered him without thinking too much.

Xiao Bing just woke up at that time, and Liang Tian told him that if it was too cold, he could sit in his tent.

Xiaobing was flattered and wanted to return the robe to him.

Liang Tian declined with a smile, turned around and went to work.

So just because of his random move, Song Xiang is willing to block the sword for him, to be a murderous knife for him and the Lin family?

Facing the fiery gaze, Liang Tian quickly averted his eyes.

It's no wonder that such a stupid person will be used willingly.

"How to execute this matter, let Ji Zuopu shoot it." Liang Jingzhan left after finishing speaking. He didn't want to deal with these troublesome things. Now the grievances of the emperor's brother have finally been washed away. If he has been confined to the momentary hatred above, nothing can be changed.

In the rest of the future, there are still many things waiting for him to complete.

For example, his marriage to Fu Yanning.

But before that, he still has a lot to do.

Since the day he took the throne, he has been busy with his own plans.Liang Jingzhan called back all the virtuous ministers who had been demoted to the outside, and it was time for a change in the court.

When criticizing the memorials, Liang Jingzhan would often summon his eighth younger brother Liang Xuan, and talk to him while reviewing the memorials.

Seeing that he was getting taller and his speech more mature, Liang Jingzhan felt more at ease.

If he wanted to leave, he had to hand over the whole country to someone he could trust. Liang Xuan was indeed still young, and he was also intentionally cultivating Liang Xuan's temperament recently, and at the same time, he wanted to recruit a few more people to assist Liang Xuan.

Once he seemingly unintentionally brought up the issue of succession in front of Liang Xuan, wanting to test his reaction.

However, Liang Xuan's meaning was very obvious, saying that as long as Qianning could be stabilized, it didn't matter who took the throne.

Liang Jingzhan asked him, what if I let you do it?

After all, Liang Xuan was a child with a pure nature, and he answered frankly without any taboo: "If it is Xuan'er, Xuan'er also wants to be as good as the third brother."

Liang Jingzhan rubbed his head: "Xuan'er must always remember what he said."

It was winter, and the snowflakes drifted all over the ground in small pieces. After a day, at night, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the palace road.

"This year is really full of disasters and disasters. Just this day, it has changed several times in a year, and the sunny days can't stay forever." A little eunuch stooped and deliberately stomped on the snow under his feet.

"Stop talking nonsense, you will lose your head carefully." Another eunuch bumped his arm.

Two young eunuchs were walking in the snow, their faces were still stained with tears from just crying, and they were shining brightly under the lantern.

In the distance, a long bell sounded from the temple, lingering above the capital for a long time.

This is the death knell.

The whole country fell into deep grief.

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The snow was still blowing, and it fell after a few turns delicately. The snow on the street had been swept away.

But there were not many people on the street, perhaps because it was still early in the morning.

A man with a fox face was walking on the street. He was holding an umbrella in one hand, half of his face was covered by the eaves of the umbrella and the fox face. All he could see was the strong jaw and the white and beautiful part exposed from the collar. neck.

When walking, a series of crisp and pleasant jade pendants collided from the waist.

An eye-catching purple jade is hung on his waist.

The young man walked calmly, with a few flakes of snow inevitably on his body, and he stopped in front of a shop.

It was the Xu Ji pastry shop that he often went to.

"Boss, four pieces of hibiscus cake." The boy stretched out a hand that was as white as the snow outside, and there was a long wound on the back of his hand.

After putting in a tael of silver, the hands were withdrawn again.

"Four pieces of hibiscus cakes, good." The boss unhappily wrapped four pieces of hibiscus cakes and handed them to the guests.

"Where's Boss Xu?" Liang Jingzhan raised his umbrella suspiciously when he heard his voice.

The person who fetched pastries for him was not Boss Xu.

"Alas." The boss had a distressed look on his face, "Boss Xu has something to go home and rented the shop to me. I was going to do other business, but suddenly a young man in purple came and forced me I put on the signboard of Xu Ji Bakery again, selling pastries, and he specifically asked me to sell Furong Cakes."

"But I can't do it! He forced me to learn."

Liang Jingzhan gave a low laugh, and put down another piece of silver for him, and his figure melted into the vast expanse of whiteness.

"You're not dead?" Fu Yanning was sitting by the small window, the wet light could still be seen on his face, and the words on the copybook under his arm seemed to have encountered water and became blurred.

He looked at the person standing in the snow in a blink of an eye, completely forgetting the tears still on his face.

Liang Jingzhan opened the door and came in, shook the snow off his body, and closed his umbrella: "You're still here, why am I willing to die?"

He bent down and wiped his tears with his thumb, and smiled: "Crying?"

Fu Yanning stubbornly shook her head, refusing to admit it.

"Let's leave together." Liang Jingzhan sat beside him and took Fu Yanning into his arms.

The corners of Fu Yanning's mouth were slightly pursed together, this time he did not hide: "Okay."

Fu Yanning looked up at his Adam's apple: "What happened to the person in the coffin? I obviously saw you..."

Liang Jingzhan lowered his head and pecked at the corner of his eyes: "It's a puppet."

Liang Jingzhan paused, and suddenly asked: "Can I ask you a question? Why are you willing to go with me?"

Fu Yanning raised his head and stretched out his hand, stroking his Adam's apple, his eyes fascinated: "If His Highness is like a minister, if he has experienced loss once, he will understand how precious he is."

(Finish)

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