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"Your Majesty has the ability to turn the world upside down, and has the power to emphasize letters and history." Shen Menghan said with a smile: "Why should you care what a little brothel woman and her son think of you?"

"Your Majesty doesn't need to use power to tempt me. I don't need the things that others donate."

"Yes, do you only like to grab it by yourself?" Shen Zhuo sneered, "Aren't you just like her?"

"What did she rob? Status or power?" Shen Meng said coldly: "She doesn't like things from your Shen family. Neither do I."

"Didn't like it?" Shen Zhuo laughed loudly: "Didn't like it? Didn't like it? Your mother forced you to die and wanted me to recognize you back?"

Shen Menghan was silent for a moment, the cold wind howled up to the Wangdian Hall, the thick felt curtain was rolled, and the heavy bass was shaken, making the eaves of the bell even more crisp.

Shen Menghan said bitterly: "She just wants her son to have a father and a surname."

The felt tent couldn't keep out the wind.

The cold wind has already blown the Wangdian thoroughly cool.

The wooden floor is also like being immersed in ice water.

Chill.

"You have deployed so many people on Jingxiang Road, Shen Yuyin, do you dare to say that Xiaozhang's death has nothing to do with you?" Shen Zhuo asked: "Xiaozhang had a quarrel with you, and now that he is dead, are you happy? "

Shen Menghan suddenly felt powerless.

Burnout came up layer by layer.

He also wants to cry bitterly, he also wants to cry.

But his eyes were dry.

His pride does not allow him to shed a single tear in front of Shen Zhuo.

He said in a hoarse voice: "If your majesty thinks that Shen Zhang's death is related to me, you can ask the third judge to interrogate me, why bother to suspect in private."

The cold wind peeled off his clothes layer by layer, and the little heat that he had covered just now had already dissipated.

Shen Zhuo still asked sharply: "Have you ever thought that he is also your brother?!"

Shen Menghan pinched her fingertips into the palm of her hand.

Who doesn't treat who as a brother, and who indulges them and doesn't treat him as a brother.

The grievance and resentment in my heart turned into blood in my heart, almost breaking through my throat.

"With his death, will you be one step closer to the throne?"

Shen Menghan looked at his father fixedly.

His eyes were dimmed, and there was clearly a deep pain in his eyes.

"I've never expected it." He swallowed hard the fishy sweetness in his throat, bowed and saluted, "The grassroots leave."

Regardless of Shen Zhuo's howling behind him, he directly retreated to Wangdian, the sky was still gloomy and the clouds were hanging down, making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly missed Xie Chenyan very much, and he thought that if Xie Chenyan was in front of him now, he would definitely hug him deeply, regardless of his care, and ruthlessly fall into his arms, sleep a deep sleep, dream a dream of lust .His youth will surely support his weight steadily and bring him home safely.

He is more dependent on Xie Chenyan than he imagined.

He hoped that if one day he was no longer alive, Xie Chenyan could live a good life and see all the beautiful scenery in the world for him; he also wanted to live and die together with Xie Chenyan, only each other in his life.

He loves him, and he trusts him more.

Their obscurity can show their repentance to each other; they will use each other as a mirror, observe their own gains and losses, and learn from each other's strengths; they will absorb the sun and rain side by side, and be a pair of pure, open and clear people.

No suspicion, no concealment, no plotting.

Just what they were originally.

But behind him, only Zhou An stood standing with his hands folded.

Shen Menghan's hands and feet were sore and limp, and a chill gradually seeped from the cracks in his bones. He turned and walked towards the outer hall, breathing weakly: "Prepare the warm chariot."

He wanted to find a warm place, there was no one he could trust and rely on, and he couldn't fall down here.

He can't be angry with Emperor Yan, he wants to live a good life.

Live and fall in love with Xie Chenyan.

If you die, you can only continue to suffer the injustice again and again.

Only by walking out alive can he prove himself.

Maybe he doesn't want to prove himself, he just wants to live longer and enjoy more joy and love in the world.

And those grievances and pains are just the encumbrances that must be endured for a moment of indulgence and joy.

But until before the sacrifice, Shen Menghan went to the Qingming Hall to fast, Xie Chenyan never came back.

In the outer hall of the Qingming Hall, there are still servants from the Yellow Gate waiting on them, and the guards and maids can only stay in the outer hall. In the inner hall, only monks and Taoist priests selected from the royal temples and royal Taoist temples are kept.

When entering the hall, Shen Menghan must first salute the monks and Taoists to show his meditation and devotion.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Xie Chenyan standing among the monks.

He was dressed in a monk's robe, but he had not been shaved. He was tall and handsome, and he was particularly eye-catching among the crowd.

He bowed to Shen Menghan along with the crowd, raised the corners of his lips, and blinked at him twice.

The ever-burning lamp burning in front of the Buddha was reflected in his eyes, with tiny streams of light shining.

The light, the wind and the moon, are spotless.

Li closed up, took away the playfulness, and left only the dignified look in front of the god.

He is indeed an envoy before the Buddha, and he has a clean light on his body.

Shen Menghan couldn't help it, and the corners of his lips raised a warm arc.

The ceremonial officer was a great virtuous monk, and after a long prayer and resignation, he was allowed to enter the room to change clothes and rest.

Several junior monks and Taoists followed Shen Menghan to the inner room with Xie Chenyan, Shen Menghan turned around and said softly: "One person is enough."

Xie Chenyan made a wrong step and followed up first.

As soon as Xie Chenyan entered the inner room, he took Shen Menghan's arm, carefully helped him to sit on the side of the couch, turned around and poured him a cup of tea.

Shen Menghan raised his hand to take the teacup, but his eyes still fell on him, and said softly: "Why are you here?"

Xie Chenyan casually pulled a futon and knelt on it, proudly said: "In the past, most of the monks who entered the Qingming Hall came from the official temple. Last year, Tongtai Temple was involved in the case. The official temple and other temples in Beijing were ordered to clean up, and they were all exempted." Um, this year's vacancies go to the private sector, I am of the right age and good-looking, the host recommended me."

His face was full of pride and self-satisfaction, and he returned to his former lively appearance.

However, Shen Menghan knew that it was not as easy as he said, there were only so many monks entering the temple every year, the conditions were harsh, the selection was strict, and Xie Chenyan was not an ordained monk. From his appearance, we can also see how difficult it is for him to enter the Qingming Palace.

His heart softened instantly, he stroked his hair lightly and said, "You can see me anytime you want, why bother to go through such a big trouble."

Xie Chenyan complained: "You don't know how sad they look in their eyes every time they see me in the pavilion. I'm afraid that I haven't meditated on the Dharma and missed the important thing."

"And Si Niang, when she saw me recently, she took a detour and ignored me." Xie Chenyan complained in a chattering voice.

Xiang Siniang's temperament is somewhat similar to Xie Chenyan's, her thoughts are innocent and naive, and she can't hide things. Shen Menghan didn't want him to think about it, and sighed softly: "Who are 'they'? Mr. Zhou?"

"No!" Xie Chenyan's eyes lit up, and he said briskly, "It's Grandpa Zhenshu! Brother Menghan! Sometimes you guess wrong!"

Shen Menghan said: "I'm also a mortal, how come I don't make mistakes."

"Hush..." Xie Chenyan put on a stern face, and said seriously: "During fasting, don't lie to gods and Buddhas."

"En." Shen Menghan responded lightly.

He suddenly had a strong desire to tell the truth, to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and to thank the dust.

Shen Menghan whispered: "Master."

His tone was suddenly serious, and Xie Chenyan couldn't help becoming serious. He put his wobbly legs back and sat down on the brocade futon.

"I talk about doing things for His Majesty, but everyone knows my likes and dislikes." Shen Menghan said softly: "I have done so much, even others think I want that seat."

Xie Chenyan said in a low voice: "I know, you didn't."

Shen Menghan didn't feel wronged, but he felt wronged for Shen Menghan.

Shen Menghan said: "Yes. Although I don't have delusions, but in fact..."

"I expect them to make mistakes, I hope they make mistakes." He seemed to be unable to speak, and forced himself to say: "... I do have evil thoughts in my heart, and I also want to humiliate those descendants of dragons and phoenixes, who are all sons of Shen Zhuo. Why can they sit in the Ming Dynasty, why should I go through life and death."

He mustered up the greatest courage in his life, and just now he showed his most unbearable side to his lover who admired and trusted him so much.

If Xie Chenyan doesn't respond, what should he do?

Xie Chenyan held his hand tightly.

Shen Menghan closed his eyes and said softly, "Why?"

"I'm the one who can't bear it." He blamed himself, "But, I really never thought that Shen Zhang would die."

He whispered: "No one believes that I will be sad."

Xie Chenyan stood up and hugged him tightly: "I believe in you."

Shen Menghan was in pain and said: "I regret it very much."

No one could see his expression, Shen Menghan allowed the emotions that could not be shown in front of others to spread.

His voice became hoarse: "I deployed so many people on Jingxiang Road, but I never thought of letting them protect Shen Zhang."

"I knew King An might use the Shanhe Order, but I sent Zhao Zhen, the most useless of my subordinates."

"It's not your fault." Xie Chenyan caressed his back, and said softly: "He is the first-rank prince of Nanyan Zheng, with an army of 30, no one thought that he would need protection."

"But I have thought about it." Shen Menghan said hoarsely: "Jing Xiangdao is his back. I knew that he had a knife and halberd behind him, but I didn't remind him."

He trembled slightly in Xie Chenyan's arms, and Xie Chenyan faintly felt wetness on his chest.

He could feel his pain, he felt it with him.

He has the most precious and softest heart in the world.

He didn't resent that man who had bent his bow at him, he only hated that man standing in front of thousands of people, but he failed to protect him.

Xie Chenyan looked down at him quietly for a long while, the hair crown tightly tied his soft hair on the top of his head, he was meticulous and could not tolerate any mistakes.

Xie Chenyan raised his hand to remove his hair crown, pulled out the white jade hairpin, and untied the moon-white hair band, the black hair twisted and slipped from Xie Chenyan's hands like running water, gently caressing his slender neck, and softly scattered on his shoulders.

Shen Menghan seemed a little surprised, moved slightly, as if he wanted to raise his head from Xie Chenyan's arms.

Xie Chenyan stretched out his hand and clasped him into his arms, exerted a little force, but did not let go.

"I'm guilty of the same crime as you." Xie Chenyan leaned over and kissed the top of his head while straightening his long hair: "The Shanhe Order is my father's decree, and I am the one who should deal with it, but I didn't."

"What does this have to do with you." Shen Menghan said softly.

After a while, his voice became stable again, and it was still a little hoarse. It came out from Xie Chenyan's chest, like the strings of a piano vibrating slightly.

Xie Chenyan rubbed his palm behind his back, and said softly: "Brother Menghan, did you always know that the gemstone on the scabbard of Zhaoyue Sword is actually the Lingshi representing the Order of Mountains and Rivers?"