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Early the next morning, Shen Menghan woke up on his couch, Xie Chenyan had long since disappeared.

Liang Yue said: "Next month will be Xia Yuan, Xiao Xiedao Temple is very busy."

Shen Menghan said absent-mindedly: "Yes."

The dream of warm and soft jade came to nothing, but Shen Menghan couldn't catch his breath for a while.

She tidied Shen Menghan's clothes, accidentally caught a glimpse of the silver chain around his neck, and said with a smile: "This silver lock was made by Xiao Xie himself."

Shen Menghan really became interested, turned to look at her, and asked softly: "Really?"

Liang Yue nodded and said: "In July, Xiao Xie came back and asked for a piece of fine silver, but he hasn't come back for more than a month. The way is to worship in front of the Buddha, and it will take a full 49 days."

Shen Menghan couldn't help smiling, and reached out to touch the longevity lock in his arms.He should have thought a long time ago that Xie Chenyan lives in the temple, and he doesn't care about money himself, so where did he get the money.

but--

Shen Menghan looked at her in the blink of an eye, and repeated with a half-smile, "July."

Liangyue just realized that she had slipped her tongue, stuck out her tongue, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Xie has come back several times, coming in the middle of the night and leaving in the morning, for fear of disturbing the young master's rest, I never told the young master."

Shen Menghan gave a low "hmm".

Liangyue looked at him cautiously, although she was a little timid, she still said: "Master, Xiaoxie, he likes you very much."

Her voice trembled a little: "My lord, don't ignore him."

Shen Menghan was a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows that Xie Chenyan loves him.

If you respond too much, you are afraid that Xie Chenyan will make progress, and if you respond too little, you are afraid that Xie Chenyan will be sad.

But in fact, Xie Chenyan has been restraining himself.

His little smoke, when he also learned to be humble and dishonest.

Because he is not a good enough lover.

On October 25, the 29th year of Zhengyun, King Su Shenzhang died in the imperial capital.

Shen Zhuo posthumously named him Prince Liesu, and bestowed him with the Hall of Blessings.

Shen Menghan went to the Hall of Blessings in plain clothes to offer sacrifices, and then wanted to leave.

He has never had a personal relationship with Shen Zhang. He returned to the south for two years, and he has been confronting Shen Zhang tit for tat, and even caused such a big disturbance in a place like Bailutai.

From the perspective of others, it may be regarded as a grudge.

If there is no accident, he is not qualified to participate in Feng Anli.

King Su has only one son, who is still in his infancy, sleeping soundly in his mother's arms, unaware of the turmoil in the world, let alone what he has lost.

A pillar of fragrance, after three worships, the brotherhood of this life is over.

The Hall of Blessings is the hall of ceremonies in the palace. When Shen Zhuo recognized Shen Menghan, he brought him here to sue the ancestral temple.

King Su was about the same age as Shen Menghan, and Shen Zhuo specially asked him to come and worship together.

Unexpectedly, the two competitive little boys would be at odds with each other as soon as they met, and they would fight in front of the portrait of their ancestors.

King Su was one year older than Shen Menghan, but he was pressed to the ground by Shen Menghan and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The servant Huangmen didn't dare to persuade them, and he didn't pull the two children away until Emperor Yan arrived at the hall of worship.

Kneeling together in the Hall of Blessings all night, on the second day, Shen Menghan embarked on the long road to Beiji City.

Shen Menghan thought coldly, knowing that the gods and Buddhas of the heavens should be in awe, otherwise the power of the heavens would be wrathful, and who knows when they will suffer retribution.

He and Shen Zhang must have never been protected by their ancestors.

Nanyan's most heroic young prince is now nothing but a handful of dead bones in the coffin.

He even failed to live longer than Shen Menghan.

He and Shen Zhang met here, and bid farewell here.

A heavy stone was placed on Shen Menghan's heart.

In fact, he understands Shen Jie's hints better than anyone else. If he and Shen Zhang grew up together in the deep palace, knew each other since childhood, were similar in age, and had opposing and complementary personalities, they might not be able to become close friends and brothers.

However, there are so many ifs in life.

More likely, it was just Shen Jie's wishful thinking.

He walked out of the hall of offerings, the clouds were low and the fog was heavy, the winter sky was suppressed behind layers of clouds and fog, it was unspeakably heavy.

Shen Ying was waiting for him outside the hall.

The little girl was also dressed in plain clothes, and she looked extraordinarily thin in the depths of winter.

Shen Menghan said softly: "Do you want to go in?"

Shen Ying's eyes were red, she glanced at him hastily, then lowered her head and said, "Father is waiting for you in Wangdian."

Shen Menghan picked up steps and boarded the Wangdian of Chang'an Palace, the higher he went, the lower the clouds were.

Shen Zhuo still stood at the highest point of the Wangdian and looked north.

Unrequited ambition, white hair occurs on the temples.

Even Shen Menghan's footsteps could not help but pause.

He deeply realized that Shen Zhuo was old.

His figure is still tall and straight, standing on the windy Wangdian, he is still as bright as a jade tree facing the wind, but the bleak and decadent state that flows from inside is hard to hide.

He is no longer the co-lord of the world, he is just an old father who lost his most beloved son.

Shen Menghan stood silently for a while, Shen Zhuo seemed to have never heard of it.

It wasn't until Shen Menghan was blown by the cold wind that he coughed twice involuntarily, then he came back to his senses and said softly, "Xiaoyin is here."

Shen Menghan stopped coughing, straightened up, and said coldly, he is also his son, but he turned a blind eye to Shen Yu who was by his side now.

If it was he who was lying in the hall of offering today——

Shen Menghan shook his head, thinking amusedly, how could he have the right to lie in the hall of worship.

He folded his sleeves and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Shen Zhuo still looked north, sighed softly: "Xiao Yin, am I wrong?"

Shen Menghan was silent.

Shen Zhuo said: "Xiao Jie told me before that Nan Yan gathers together every ten years, and Bei Zhao also gathers every ten years. Bei Zhao has a strong army and horses, and this time is not conducive to the Northern Expedition."

Shen Menghan was silent for a moment, then said softly: "The world still needs support."

Shen Zhuo laughed at himself: "Do you also think Xiao Jie is right?"

Shen Menghan said: "I have been in Beizhaoyi for 12 years, I believe my eyes."

He closed his eyes, although he was very reluctant to admit it, but he had to admit it: "Emperor Zhao is also the hero."

When Emperor Zhao was young, he used Ji Chaoxing's government soldiers who were also victorious in his youth, but when the government soldiers failed to control them, he decisively killed Ji Chao and abandoned Ji's family.

Young people value friendship the most, this kind of cold-blooded and decisive, very human can have.

Then he recruited various families and firmly controlled the scattered military power of Beizhao in his own hands. After more than ten years, he still has the strength to take the lead in fighting against Nanyan, and he has already seized the opportunity.

In Shen Menghan's life, he spent much longer with Yuan Feng than with Shen Zhuo.

Even if he abandons prejudice and love and hate, it is difficult for him to say who is better.

The misty and rainy days in winter are vast, and at this time we can only see the vast mist of the Houhu Lake, the misty green hills, and the chaos in the sky.

Shen Menghan bent his knees and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, please recall Shen Jie."

Since the news of Shen Zhang's illness came out, Shen Jie wrote several times to request to return to Beijing for visits, but Shen Zhuo stayed behind.

Shen Zhuo whispered: "Xiao Yin, you are pushing me too."

Shen Menghan kowtowed and stopped talking.

"Go down." Shen Zhuo said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not feeling well, next month's winter solstice will be sacrificed in the suburbs, Xiao Yin will go instead of me."

Shen Menghan suddenly tightened her fingers.

He raised his head and asked blankly, "Why?"

He was sent to Beizhao at the age of seven, and he considered himself to be extremely intelligent, and he had never had such an incomprehensible or incomprehensible thing.

Why would he rather be him than Shen Jie.

Shen Zhuo avoided answering, turned around and looked at him with mocking eyes: "Xiaoyin, if you are willing to marry Chonghua, I decree that you will sacrifice to heaven with princely etiquette."

Shen Menghan dug her nails into her palm, and said coldly, "What if I refuse."

Shen Zhuoruo said nonchalantly: "You have a bad family background, and there is no priest behind you, so I have no reason to let you be on the jade certificate."

Shen Menghan thought of the baby in the hall of worship, and said with a sneer, "Just because when I die, there is a child wearing a burlap belt? Kneeling in front of my coffin?"

Shen Zhuo looked away, and said coldly: "You come from a humble family, and it is very difficult to deal with Zongzheng Temple. Chonghua came from a noble family, but you have been lingering in the palace for a long time. If you marry her, Wei Ze will take care of you With support, the resistance towards China will be much smaller.”

Whether he was ill, standing on the watch hall and blowing the wind for such a long time, gasped and said: "It's rare to have such a suitable person, you can't help yourself."

Layers of anger and injustice surged in Shen Menghan's heart: "Since when has His Majesty cared about resistance from court?"

In order to seek the Northern Expedition, Shen Zhuo went his own way and spent 20 years gathering the forces in the court. If he really wanted to give Shen Menghan a jade certificate, he would not have spent so much trouble.

"Does Your Majesty want to compensate me or humiliate me?"

Why is the birth wrong.

Shen Menghan asked: "Since Your Majesty looks down on my mother and me, why bother to provoke her?"

He said sharply: "Since you hate her and blame her, where did I come from?"

Shen Zhuo raised his hand high.

Shen Menghan looked at him bitterly.

so similar.

Not only the looks, but also the expression of resentment and injustice are exactly the same.

Shen Zhuo's hand did not fall down for a long time.

He has been the emperor for more than twenty years, and there are only two people in this world who dare to fight with him like this.

Shen Zhuo closed his eyes tiredly: "You don't understand her at all."

He said softly, "You don't know how competitive and unreasonable she is."

"She is an official, and I am the prince, the emperor."

He murmured: "Where can I live as a couple as she wished."

"She won't tolerate it at all."

Shen Menghan said in a trance: "Why do you have to tolerate it?"

Born as a human being, even someone like Shen Xuan would be willing to let go of his horse and raise his whip, begging for a favor.

not to mention.

"You know that's not what she's asking for." Shen Menghan said: "Your Majesty thinks that the power of the emperor can force me to submit, force me to follow you and betray my mother?"

Shen Zhuo sneered: "Yes, why did she ever care about the power of the emperor, how did she ever have me in her eyes, and how did she ever care that I was the emperor?"

Shen Menghan looked at him steadfastly: "Your Majesty, why did you ever care about it? After she is a historian, the most important thing is to clear her name after her death."

Shen Zhuo's face was ashen, pointing at him, trembling slightly.

Since he chose power and the throne, why did he act in such a gesture of being let down and betrayed?

Shen Menghan said solemnly: "Your Majesty is disappointed, I will not marry Chonghua, there are many heartless and ungrateful people in this world, and I will not be one of them."

"My mother doesn't care about your monopoly, she cares about Zhishu not out of jealousy, but because your majesty is indeed the first queen to ascend to the throne of God.

Her family was ruined, and she was reduced to prostitution. What she cares about most in her life is her Danbi history, and you have already destroyed these. "