treacherous beauty

Duan Dong died, and Duan Ming entered the palace with red eyes at four o'clock. The snot, tears and anger almost flooded the imperial study before sending him away. Chen Huan came.

The humiliating scene many years ago flooded his mind unexpectedly. It took him ten years of life to restrain the urge to kill. He had had enough.

Let this world sink, let's go to hell together.

Xue Yong didn't speak for a long time.

The little eunuch on duty at the edge of the corridor shook his whisk, leisurely looking at the clouds in the sky and the flowers blooming in front of his eyes, thinking in his heart that this year will be another good year with good weather, and another year of peace.

"Your Majesty." Xue Yong suddenly asked him, "When will King Huai raise his troops?"

Jian Chengcong raised his eyelids: "Why, you have to tell Wei Xuanlang to make him prepare early?"

"Why?" Xue Yong smiled shallowly: "Uncle Emperor, isn't it my long-cherished wish to end the affairs of the king?"

Won the name before and after his lifetime.

The fate of the Xiao family.

Dazed for a moment by the "uncle" call, Jian Chengcong, who came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve: "I know, Qingyan, you will help me wholeheartedly, right? You and Wei Xuanlang are acting on the spot. Right? You won’t disclose the matter of Duke Huai to the Wei family, will you?”

A series of eager questions came down, Xue Yong smiled calmly, the cinnabar between his brows was extremely dazzling in the rising sun: "Anyway, Your Majesty will not believe what I say."

"It's just a chess piece that His Majesty picks up when you use it and throws it away when you don't use it."

That being the case, why ask again.

"Qingyan." Jian Chengcong narrowed his pupils slightly, moved his lips a few times before saying: "Xue Jiu's time, I really had no other choice."

On the night of Chen Weizhi's change, why didn't he put himself in danger.

What's more, apart from Xue Yong, no one can hold Chen and Wei together.

"Really?" Xue Yong's green shirt was in the wind, and his almost transparent skin was alienated: "I forgot it a long time ago."

"But Zhen, didn't you let the Wei family save you?" Jian Chengcong said.

If he hadn't sent a letter to Wei Xuanlang, saying that Xue Yong was related to Xiao Yan, would Wei Xuanlang have rescued him?

Xue Yong: "Yes, I forgot, I owe His Majesty a 'thank you' back then."

Jian Chengcong saw that the ends of his long eyebrows were slightly raised, and he smiled more ironically, knowing that the knot in his heart was still unresolved, he sighed and said: "I did this, not only for my own selfishness, but also for you, Qingyan, I..."

Xue Yong looked at him, and continued to listen to him: "The Xiao family's hatred, your hatred, I have not forgotten for a day."

"Yes." Xue Yong looked at the mottled and swaying light and shadow on the ground, and his smile couldn't reach his eyes: "Princess Yuncheng is His Majesty's own sister."

The word "pro" has a long sound, which is very humane.

"Qingyan." Jian Chengcong's voice sank, but it was extremely cruel: "This account should be settled with them."

Xue Yong heard the wind in his ears, looked at Jian Chengcong, and hesitated for a moment in his eyes: "But it's too risky for Your Majesty to bet all this on King Huai."

"Oh." Jian Chengcong sighed for a long time: "Two years ago you refused to allow King Huai to lead troops into the capital, you said wait, but Qingyan, Wei Xuanlang waited to come, are you sure that he can have one heart with you? "

It is ridiculous that Wei Xuanlang is the one who can save Jane's. He still believes it.

"Don't forget, the Wei family is also waiting for this seat." He patted the dragon chair under him and said.

Naturally it cannot.

Xue Yong had nothing to say.

If the Wei family rebelled, it would be reasonable for Wei Xuanlang to join his father in raising troops and kill him.

Isn't he just like Jian Chengcong, he is also betting, betting his life on it.

"You rest, I'm going to see those people." I didn't go to court in the morning, so all the officials are probably still squatting outside the imperial study under the big sun.

"Your Majesty, let's go." Xue Yong waved his hands and sent him off.

Outside the window, the sun is changing.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his heart, and there was a sweet smell in his mouth. Xue Yong took out a handkerchief and dabbed it on the corner of his lips. Spots of blood red quickly smeared on the handkerchief, and dried up sadly when blown by the wind.

The supply of the Shouhuang Palace is really complete. There are refined pills in the wing room where he lived. Xue Yong took a pill of Zuichunsan with boiling water, and lay on the bench, the pain spread from the joints all over his body. Come on, he frowned, clasped his fingers in his palms, and dripped cold sweat...

***

General Jing'an Mansion.

Murong Ting knelt on the ground and hugged Wei Xuanlang's leg, wiping tears: "The subordinates and the old iron head took turns to watch General He every day, and they never let up for a moment. The food was checked in advance before being sent in. Unexpected...unexpected General He was plotted against by them..."

Wei Xuanlang frowned: "I see."

He had already used some means last night to get He Rong out first and send him away.

But this has nothing to do with Murong Ting, he doesn't want to say more.

Murong Ting: "..."

No, my son's reaction was a little too calm, it's weird.

He raised his eyes to look at Wu Qing in front of Shangwei Xuanlang's eyes, wondering in his heart: what did my young master do last night, why did he look like he hadn't slept all night.

Could it be Mr. Xue...

Murong Ting felt that he couldn't find anything to ask, so he changed the subject: "My lord, Military Master Hua Yu supposedly arrived in Beijing last night, but he hasn't arrived yet, did he hear anything?"

By the way, who doesn't know that Hua Yu and He Rongxian will wear a pair of trousers after closing the Yinhu. If he hears that He Rongxian is dead on the road, he will fall into the grass and occupy the mountain to become the king in a flash, and he will kill the dog emperor. revenge.

Wei Xuanlang glanced at him: "He has to come to see me whether he hears anything or not."

Murong Ting: "..."

He was even more dizzy.

Wei Xuanlang said lightly: "Don't worry about He Rongxian's affairs, just keep an eye on the palace for these few days."

He was always worried about that person.

"Yes, my lord." Murong Ting rolled his eyes, and said with interest: "Our people in the palace, who can be contacted, are used, but the old ones are old, and the ones who are useless are useless, my lord, we have to find a way to send them away. Some people go in."

The Wei family has not focused on the throne these years, and there is very little surveillance in the palace. The people who were sent in in the early years have not been contacted for many years, some have disappeared, and some have changed their minds. It is difficult to find a reliable one.

Wei Xuanlang didn't say anything.

Murong Ting knew that he didn't like to use these dirty tricks, so he said embarrassingly: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have returned to Beijing."

The daily intrigue between Beijing and China is not as satisfying as fighting on the battlefield at the border.

Wei Xuanlang frowned, his eyes became deep amidst the light and shadow: "Murong Ting, are you willing to return to Huguan?"

He wants to go back.

Naturally, if he wanted to take that person away, he had to go back.

"Young master?" Murong Ting said in astonishment, "Master Guo never mentioned the matter of letting us go back."

Wei Xuanlang helped him up and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. Murong, among those who follow me, besides Hua Yu, you are the one who cares most."

Having said this, the meaning is mostly clear, Murong Ting raised his face and said: "My lord wants me to go back to Yin Huguan?"

"Are you willing?" Wei Xuanlang asked.

From the day when Jieli Bingfu appeared at Yinhuguan, and then He Rong was first escorted to Beijing, Wei Xianzhi didn't bother much, probably already made up his mind to give up the tens of thousands of guards.

But he can't.

The soldiers and horses at Yinhuguan, no matter how many detailed works of Jian Chengcong are mixed in, most of the brothers are his people, and only Wei Xuanlang is his brother.

He cannot ignore them.

Even in the future, he will rely on them.

Murong Ting scratched his head: "This subordinate... is willing."

It would be even better if he could go with Murong Ye, but apparently, Wei Xuanlang didn't seem to want the two of them to go together.

Wei Xuanlang patted him on the back: "Good brother."

Murong Ting thought for a while and said, "My lord, have you met the Hua army division already?"

Wei Xuanlang said indifferently: "Hua Yu took a detour to meet an old friend and arrived in Beijing a few days later."

He didn't go into details about Hua Yu's matter.

It was inconvenient for Murong Ting to ask further questions: "This subordinate is about to leave now, where is the Duke?"

"There's no need to go back, you go quietly, don't make a fuss on the way." Wei Xuanlang said.

Murong Ting replied solemnly: "Yes, Young Master."

Under the eaves of the corridor, the old swallows whispered with their chicks.

Wei Xuanlang was about to tell something, when suddenly there were hurried footsteps outside, both of them were slightly startled.

"Young master." Murong Ye rushed in from the outside in a hurry, without paying attention to saluting, he directly whispered in Wei Xuanlang's ear, "Our people in the palace sent a letter saying that Mr. Xue fell ill suddenly."

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