Vendetta

When Yan Zhu came out from the inner room, Fu Ling was sitting on a chair, and waved to the court lady who offered tea, saying: "I won't drink it, I'm afraid the second prince will poison me."

Not to mention that the second prince would never do such an obvious thing. It is not time for Ming Ming and Yan Zhu to tear their faces apart. He would not be so stupid to harm Fu Ling in front of everyone. It sounds good, no matter how messy the royal affairs are, there is still some scruples on the face.

Fu Ling never liked these twists and turns, besides, what face does he give the second prince?

So Fu Ling choked directly: "Why is the second prince staring? Don't you want me to die in your heart?"

"you!"

"Second Emperor Brother," Yan Zhu said with a downcast face, "My man, I advise you not to move, otherwise don't blame me for being disregarded."

The second prince sneered and said, "How can we have affection?"

"I'm not just referring to you and me." Yan Zhu glanced coldly at the fourth prince and Concubine Han, "Second brother should think more about what he does, so as not to implicate other people in the future."

The second prince's complexion changed slightly, he lowered his voice and said: "I don't understand what the third prince's words mean."

"You know in your heart, what are you pretending to be?" Fu Ling walked to Yan Zhu's side and asked, "Shall we go?"

Yan Zhu nodded: "Yes."

So the two still held hands as if no one else was there, left the emperor's bedroom, boarded the carriage, and headed for Yan Zhu's mansion in Beijing.

Yan Zhu sat on the carriage, his face was not very good-looking, his mouth was pursed, and he hadn't spoken since he got on the carriage.

Fu Ling leaned over, shook his hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yan Zhu came back to his senses and shook his head, "I haven't been back for ten years, I just feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

His mother's queen is the empress, and his uncle is the prime minister of the court, but his childhood in the palace was like walking on thin ice. The mother's queen was overwhelmed by Concubine Han everywhere, and she couldn't even take charge of Fengyin.

The empress died in depression, Yan Zhu had to go out of the palace to Huoshan to learn from her teacher, and she will return after ten years, so it is naturally impossible to say no to complain.

Now that Yan Zhu came back, seeing the emperor leaning on the couch with a haggard face and dying breath, Yan Zhu recalled the time when he was with his mother when he was a child, it seemed like a lifetime away.

After pausing for a while, Yan Zhu said: "My father...it's probably just a few days ago."

Fu Ling got up and put her arms around Yan Zhu's neck.

"It's okay, you don't need to comfort me, I'm not sad..." Yan Zhu hugged Fuling and said, "I just feel that this day has finally come."

Yan Zhu said slowly: "All of this should be mine."

"Of course it's yours," Fu Ling said as a matter of course, "When I saw the second prince, I thought he didn't have that kind of wealth and life."

Yan Zhu asked: "How did you see that?"

"He's not as good-looking as you, he has a sinister smile and doesn't look like a good person." Fu Ling said, "Did you suspect that he also practiced evil skills before?"

Yan Zhu nodded and said: "It's very possible, but there is no evidence to prove it yet. In the next few days, I will send someone to guard the second prince's mansion to prevent him from making any moves."

Fu Ling asked: "Is the throne stable?"

Yan Zhu smiled, took out the bright yellow imperial edict, and handed it to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling had never seen this before, he immediately took it with serious hands, and carefully unfolded the imperial edict, only to see that it was neatly written in regular script on a whole page.

The beginning is: Yan Guangyao, the third prince, has both virtue and conduct, and it is said that he is located in the third prince...

A big stone fell to the ground in Fuling's heart, and when she looked down, she saw the following: the following things, you must...

Fu Ling looked solemn: "What must it be? Taxation, Tianhu?"

Yan Zhu said helplessly: "You continue to look down."

I saw that it was written in the back: Han Baiyu is the lotus seal carved on the abutment, and the railing of the head of the chi, the stamp, and the dragon lantern are all ninety-nine...

Poria: "..."

The rest of the article will explain the layout of the imperial mausoleum, and the only useful part of this edict is the first sentence, okay?

Yan Zhu put away the imperial edict, and said, "Just in case, I have put the imperial guards in Beijing on constant alert for the past few days. After so many years of planning, we must beware of Yan Qianyuan and Concubine Han jumping over the wall in a hurry."

Fu Ling said, "Does anyone else know about this edict?"

Yan Zhu said: "There shouldn't be any. The imperial edict has been hidden under the father's dragon bed. If someone finds out, it won't stay until now."

Fu Ling nodded, the carriage had already stopped, Yan Zhu got out of the carriage first, and opened her arms to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling bent her eyes and smiled, jumped out of the carriage, and jumped into Yan Zhu's arms.

The housekeeper of the Third Prince's Mansion led his servants to greet him at the door, and everyone knelt on the ground, not daring to look at him.

Yan Zhu put Fu Ling down and led him into the mansion.

The mansion is large, not too luxurious, but the layout is very particular. There is a gazebo in the garden of the mansion, which diverts water to form a small pond.

"I haven't been here since the establishment of the mansion, and it's the first time I've come here today," Yan Zhu said. "The people here are all from my mother's harem. If you can trust me, I confess that seeing you here is like seeing me, you You can do whatever you want, whatever you want.”

Fu Ling was squatting by the small pond, staring intently at the pond. The red, yellow, and yellow koi in the pond wagged their tails and shuttled among the lotus leaves. He watched them very seriously, and only nodded when he heard the words.

Fu Ling began to practice martial arts at the age of eight, and she had already become sensible at that time, and she had little contact with children's games and gadgets. He had carried hatred for ten years, and was accompanied by blood and blades. Immediate death, it is rare to be so playful.

Yan Zhu felt sorry for him, so he also squatted down and asked, "Do you want to feed some fish food..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ling who had been motionless suddenly stretched out his hand. He shot so fast that many masters in the rivers and lakes couldn't match it, not to mention the few fish in the pond who were eating and waiting to die every day.

Before the fat red carp had time to react, Fu Ling picked it up without any suspense and pinned it to the ground.

Yan Zhu: "..."

"I've never eaten this kind of fish." Fu Ling looked at the red carp that was still flopping excitedly, and said, "But it looks quite fat. We can try it tonight. Do you have green onions in your house?"

Yan Zhu said: "If you want to eat fish, I'll ask someone to buy it again..."

Fu Ling said: "If there is no green onion, ginger is also fine."

Yan Zhu said: "It's not a matter of seasoning, I mean this koi is not..."

Fuling stood up abruptly, and said indignantly, "How could they treat you like this? If you don't come back, there isn't even a green onion in the house?"

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave the house with a knife in his hand.

Yan Zhu grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Fu Ling replied, "I'll chop two scallions back for you."

The Dragon Tooth Knife was out of its sheath, full of evil spirits, and the servants who followed him had never seen such a formation before. Is this going to chop onions or beheads?As soon as his legs softened, he fell to his knees.

Fu Ling didn't know, so: "Why are they so timid?"

The housekeeper felt his sweat, shivered and said, "My lord, it's...human nature to be afraid of death."

Yan Zhu's talking and talking made Fu Ling give up the green onions and koi, and had a sea bass soup together in the evening.

Yan Zhu took a handkerchief to help Fu Ling wipe off the soup from the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's not that you are not allowed to eat it, but the red carp is only used as an ornamental in the pond, and the taste is not good."

Don't say that the red koi is not delicious, if Fuling finds the onion and wants to cook on a whim, it will be fatal.

Fuling has never been picky about food, and he is especially serious about eating. The fish soup tastes very good. Needless to say, he is a good cook. He ate a big bowl and felt a little uncomfortable. He took Yan Zhu for a walk.

Walking in the courtyard, the two went up to the roof again.

The evening wind was blowing comfortably, Fuling leaned on Yao Yanzhu, looked up at the moon in the sky.

Yan Zhu asked: "How did that poem come about?"

Fu Ling didn't react: "Huh?"

Yan Zhu said: "The sentence you wrote on the flower paper."

"Oh," Fu Ling suddenly smiled, "I saw it in a book, I don't know if the meaning is right."

"You are not a star in the night sky, you are the red sun in the clear sky, no one can compare with you." Yan Zhu looked down at the person in his arms, his star eyes were as calm and gentle as water, and he said: "When the red sun rises, , when it is in harmony with the sky."

Fu Ling rolled his eyes and smiled, he shook his head and said, "That's not okay, I want to be with you."

Yan Zhu gently wrapped his hair, which was blown by the evening wind, behind him, and leaned closer to her for a tender and tender kiss.

Yan Zhu continued: "We will always be together, and when all the dust settles, we will be together for a long time, okay?"

The imperial edict has been obtained, the capital has been laid out for many years, the forbidden army is ready to go, no accidents, everything is going on as scheduled, Yan Zhu succeeds to the throne, the world is in the hands of thousands of miles, and nothing can separate them.

Yan Zhu's heart was hanging, he looked at Fu Ling anxiously, waiting for his answer.

Fu Ling smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Yan Zhu didn't expect him to agree so readily, after hesitating for a moment, he still asked: "You...don't go wandering around anymore?"

"I originally wanted to go," Fu Ling said, "but if I go far away, I will definitely miss you, so let Master go alone."

Yan Zhu laughed, the gentleman under the moon was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off it, as if all the brilliance between the heaven and the earth fell on him.

The moonlight was as clear as water, Fu Ling's heart was beating violently at this moment, amidst the rustling wind, he heard Yan Zhu ask him: "Are you happy today?"

"Happy," Fu Ling nodded, with tears in her eyes, "I've never been so happy."

Fu Ling thought, probably after going through all kinds of hardships, God saw him suffering too much, so he sent this person to him.

It made him feel that everything in the past was tempering and cultivation. It turned out that there was still a bright moon in the dark night sky, and the moon was shining like fire, shining on the world.

However, the peaceful time didn't last long. In the early morning of the second day, news of the death came from the palace. The emperor, who had been ill for a few days, passed away quietly that night.

There was great chaos in the palace, the Second Prince, Fourth Prince and Concubine Han Gui, unexpectedly avoided Yan Zhu's eyeliner and disappeared.

At the same time, on the northwest border, the sixteen tribes of Rouran united with the Turks, and the army suppressed the border.