It's hard to be the king of rebirth

"Brother Huang, are there really only a few copper coins left in the small treasury of my palace?" Zhou Xu held a bowl of clear porridge, took a sip, and frowned, looking sadly dull.

The emperor put the bowl back on the table upright, and replied lightly: "Really."

Zhou Xu had an expression of wanting to cry, but it was the best policy for him to let Xu Boboru and others run away when they saw the situation was not good. He thought that they had worked hard for the palace for these years, and they didn't know where they would go when they left the palace, so they felt pity He instructed that when you run away, you can take some money from the palace with you for emergencies, and life will be easier in the future. I was worried that they would be too polite and dare not take more... But I never expected that they, hehe, mopped up the money. The royal palace is like locusts crossing the border, even if you pick up money, your hands won't shake, right?Doesn't conscience hurt?

Seeing Zhou Xu's frustrated face, the emperor laughed and said, "Money is something outside of the body, why should Heng Zhi care so much?"

Zhou Xu slandered, the emperor really does not hurt his back when he is standing and talking, a full man doesn’t know a hungry man is hungry, this world is yours, of course you don’t know the beauty of money, but you pretended to be obedient and said: "Your brother is right, my minister My brother is not transparent enough." As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful of pale porridge, his brows furrowed even tighter.

The emperor saw through Zhou Xu's thoughts at a glance, smiled and did not expose him, looked at Zhou Xu who was in conflict with the porridge, and said, "Heng Zhi, do you hate porridge so much?"

Zhou Xu clicked his tongue, and said, "Brother Huang, the bowl in front of you is porridge with minced chicken and wild mushrooms, and this bowl is pure porridge without even salt. It's a world of difference..." He said bitterly Qiu Shen took a sip of porridge, and continued: "If you drink it once or twice, it would be light and novel, but I have been drinking it for seven or eight days, and I am dizzy..."

The emperor smiled and said: "Hengzhi, you can bear it for now, you are injured, and the fever has not subsided for the past few days. The imperial doctor ordered that the diet must be light."

Zhou Xu nodded sleepily, and helplessly raised his eyes to look at the dark ceiling of the sky prison, and thought, this clear soup with little water must have suffered more than other prisoners in the sky prison.

Ten days had passed since Li Sang was escorted that day, and his memory stopped at the moment when Li Sang left safely. He didn't know how he was brought here and how he was treated afterwards.After waking up, there was this dark ceiling in front of him.

The emperor said before that in the dungeon there is an imperial physician to treat him, and Li Sang is No.1. Now that Zhou Xu is in the prison of Dali Temple, not only the imperial physician treats him, but also the emperor visits him every day. I am afraid it is more curious and more beautiful. .

"What is Hengzhi thinking, so lost in thought?" The emperor looked at him fixedly and asked.

"I'm thinking, brother Huang has sealed off my younger brother's palace, and after I go out, my younger brother will sleep on the street."

The emperor raised his eyebrows and said, "Hengzhi thinks that he can still get out of this prison?"

Zhou Xu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, my brother is just looking for trouble."

The emperor sneered and said with a smile: "I'm just joking with you, how could I kill you, and I will live with me in the palace from now on."

Zhou Xu's smile was fixed on his face, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Brother Huang is just joking, it's against the rules for a minister to live in the palace—"

"Oh? Is there a time when Hengzhi is worried about breaking the rules?" The emperor glanced at him with interest, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Zhou Xu felt guilty for a while, knowing that the emperor meant drinking and having fun in the dungeon, assisting Tsing Yi to escape a series of things, wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and smiled reluctantly: "Brother Huang is the king of a country, so it is natural to have a relationship with the ministers." Brother is different."

The emperor smiled noncommittally, made a cup of tea and drank it slowly, and after a while, Fang Yun said lightly: "If Hengzhi is worried about rumors, I have a perfect plan."

When Zhou Xu heard the words "Wan Quan Zhi Ce", he felt something was wrong, and sure enough——

The emperor continued: "I asked Dali Temple to investigate thoroughly, to prove your crime, to execute you in accordance with the law, and to keep you by my side in secret. Only you know and I know, how about it?"

Zhou Xu shuddered, it was the first time he had heard someone talk about house arrest so beautifully and so naturally...

"Brother Huang, this is not appropriate..." Zhou Xu said with a livid face, looking at the emperor fixedly.

The dim candlelight in the dungeon flickered, reflecting the eyes of the emperor like a cold pool. Suddenly, there was a slight ripple in the dead and cold pool, and he laughed: "I'm just talking, but Hengzhi is serious." ?”

Zhou Xu also smiled: "Of course I believe that the emperor will not do this." But he said anxiously, you let Dali Temple accuse me of so many crimes, and even sealed off the palace to cut off my escape, isn't that really your plan?Ghost letter.

The emperor sat with Zhou Xu for a while, and was about to return to the palace. Before he left, he said, "Hengzhi, you don't like porridge, so let the imperial kitchen make some light dishes and bring them here tomorrow."

This is really the most beautiful sentence that Zhou Xu has heard in the past ten days...

In the blink of an eye, Lidong passed, and the seal on the door of King Xian's mansion was already covered with fine dust.

Many crimes of the virtuous king were confirmed. The emperor gave him poisonous wine.

The poisonous bird feeds on poisonous snakes, soaks its feathers in wine, and swallows it before it enters the stomach.

There are also folk rumors that the person who was poisoned to death by poisonous wine was just a scapegoat, and the real virtuous king was imprisoned in the palace by the emperor. As for why, there are naturally unspeakable reasons.

There are many other theories, sorted out, you can sing a play, write a script.

Thousands of rumors and legends can be summed up in only four words, which is very satisfying.

At dusk that day, the first snow fell in the capital.The red walls in the palace, the white snow, the warm yellow lights, the cold weather, the palace people seldom move around, and there is a chill and loneliness.

A person is wrapped in a thick silk quilt, dozing next to the stove, the warm fragrance of Liulan lingers in the room, comfortable and chaotic, contrasting sharply with the world of ice and snow outside the window.

The door was pushed open with a click, and a few flakes of snow flakes were swept in. A chill, and a few bright rays of snow, the man wrapped the quilt tighter, cold, cold from the bottom of his heart.

The emperor took off the fox fur cloak, took off the ear warmers, shook Xue Mo'er on her body, and closed the door tightly.

As long as you come here, the emperor will not bring any attendants behind him.

Seeing the man lazily still not getting up, the emperor's heart was suspended, he frowned and sighed secretly, this man's spirit was really deteriorating day by day, the disease came on quickly and strangely, and he was helpless.

The candle flickered, and the room gradually lit up. The emperor sat down on the bed, saw the man's eyelashes move, and then called out to Heng Zhi softly.

Zhou Xu yelled unceremoniously when he heard the words, opened his eyes with half-closed eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes lazily, glanced out the window, propped himself up on his elbows and stretched again, and said after a while "It's snowing so hard, brother Huang, why do you want to come here?" He didn't pretend to be tired on purpose, he just had no strength in his bones.

"Your house was stolen last night."

Zhou Xu's stretching motion paused, and he asked curiously, "Hasn't my younger brother's palace been confiscated yet? Is this thief going to steal the bricks and tiles?"

The emperor looked at him quietly, and said after a while: "Although the palace of the virtuous king is sealed, I have ordered that all the contents inside should be kept as usual, and those who violate it will be killed."

Zhou Xu made a nonchalant smile again: "Oh? Brother Huang wants to keep it as it is. Is there a place to commemorate my brother after his death?"

The emperor's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I'll change another imperial doctor for you." After a pause, he continued: "If the imperial doctor can't do it, then I'll find you a doctor who is said to be able to revive the dead, flesh and bones Saburo the Immortal Hand."

Zhou Xu wrapped himself in the quilt, said with a smile on his face, "I don't believe that there is such a miracle doctor in the world, Brother Huang, don't bother, it's just a death anyway—"

"I will find a way to cure your illness, so don't mention the dead word again." Undoubtedly tough tone, face pale.

Zhou Xu was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "I don't think there's anything wrong with my brother except that I'm lazy... let's not talk about it, Brother Huang, what exactly was stolen from my house last night?"

The emperor pondered for a moment, and said, "A piece of string-patterned jade." The eyes looking at Zhou Xu were like an ancient well, bottomless.

The smile on the corner of Zhou Xu's mouth froze, then melted away again, and said with a wide-eyed smile, "Bai Jiu?"

The emperor also smiled and said, "I guess so."

Since the farewell to Guzhou that day, according to Zhou Xu's speculation, Yueqing has no connection with the emperor. Perhaps, he is tired of being Bai Jiu, tired of being a small building, and tired of being Yueqing, and wants to change another role. That's it.

What is his plan for taking that jade?

I don't understand, Zhou Xu has never been able to see through Yueqing, he is not from the same way.

The body is lazy every day, but Zhou Xu's mood is getting better every day. As expected of the doctor Sanlang, the poisonous medicine Ningpo Pill prepared is so quiet that even the most powerful imperial doctor can't detect it. Not at all right.

At that time, Muyin questioned Sanlang, is this medicine really so miraculous?Will all the imperial doctors in the palace be aware of their superb medical skills?Will Big Brother Zhou just die for no apparent reason?After feigning death, he must be buried and buried, will he be suffocated to death?Ba la ba la said Saburo was very impatient.

Saburo raised his eyebrows, and said with a strange yin and yang air, little girl, I, my master Sanlang, deserves the title of Immortal Doctor, you said I have already thought about it, no one can see the clue of this Condensing Pill, and I am The magic of the elixir lies in the magic, it doesn't matter if the body is buried alive, just dig it out before waking up, isn't it amazing?

Zhou Xu could even imagine the triumphant look of Sanlang's flowers trembling, and shuddered.

unless……

unless what?

Unless the body is destroyed, such as being chopped up, boiled, stewed, drained of blood, head chopped off, heart dug out, burned into charcoal, ground into powder, and turned into ashes, if these accidents happen, then Hopeless.

……

Since it's a gamble, there is always a risk. Zhou Xu can think about it, anyway, this body is not his.

Looking at the current situation, Zhou Xu can only wake up for three or four hours a day, and he is cold from the bottom of his body, endlessly cold. It should take less than half a month for this body to be no different from death.

Of course Zhou Xu hoped that the sooner the better, the day when he and Li Sang would meet again should be coming soon.

I don't know if he stayed obediently with Mu Yin in northern Xinjiang. They all said that the scenery in northern Xinjiang is magnificent, cattle, sheep, fat, melons and fruits are as sweet as honey.Drinking one or two jars of fruity wine with Li Sang, biting a mouthful of fat roasted beef and mutton, watching the flying sand spread across the sky, the sun rising and the moon setting, spring and autumn, it must be happier than being a fairy.

Ha, if there is still this chance...

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