Alternative Rival

Early the next morning, the little prince went to Ziying Hall alone, where Concubine Yue lived, and the emperor stayed there for the past two days.But he didn't go to greet the emperor, but stood outside the palace gate with his hands down, waiting for news from the Taifu.

Lin Jian has been a little restless today. After practicing a set of boxing techniques in the yard, he went to lie down on a tree and had a nap. At about noon, he saw the guards from the East Palace coming back with Yan Wugou at the end of his line of sight. .

He was really in a panic, there was a shallow bloodstain on his neck, the blood had solidified, although his clothes were neat, but he was in a daze, Lin Jian jumped down from the tree and landed in front of him, he just looked up indifferently After taking a look, he shook off the two guards and went to the palace by himself.

Soon, Lin Jian learned about what happened in Ziying Palace from the two guards.When they arrived, the Taifu was talking with the emperor inside. His head was fine at first, but after a while, the emperor's fury was heard. Later, it was heard that the Taifu hit his head on a beam and died on the spot because of his death. .His Highness was so angry that he even rushed in, as if he had had a big fight with the emperor, and almost wiped his neck. In the end, the emperor sent someone to drive him out, and ordered him to be confined for three months, and no one was allowed to visit, including the empress. .

After Lin Jian finished listening, he waved his hands at the two guards: "Okay, you guys go down."

Lin Jian stood there for a while, then walked into the bedroom. Hua Nu was sent down by the little prince. He was lying on the bed alone with his eyes closed, his chest heaving slightly.When Lin Jian approached him, he saw that his breathing stopped for a while, and at the same time, he gently clenched his right hand by his side.Lin Jian twisted a towel and wiped it on his neck, the little prince opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head.

"Why don't you sleep on the bed with a quilt?"

"have not slept."

"Then why did you close your eyes?"

"I want to sleep, but I can't sleep." The little prince said softly, "Did you know? The Taifu is dead, and the blood stain on the pillar can't be washed off."

Lin Jian paused, wiped off the blood on his fingers one by one, and said, "I heard from people outside."

"Do you think I should die?"

"What is your Highness saying?"

The little prince turned his head and looked her in the eyes: "Then what can I do, I can only watch my father go astray step by step, and I can't even help at all!" After he got excited, he said in a daze, " If that's the case, it's better to die, for the sake of filial piety."

Lin Jian couldn't take it anymore, threw the towel, and exploded, "He is fatuous and brutal, killing Zhongliang indiscriminately, what's your business? What's your business? It's him who is going to die! A hundred times or a thousand times is not enough to comfort you." Those people underground are the spirits of heaven!"

The little prince was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he was stunned for a long time, and then he said: "Although it's a little disrespectful, but what you said makes sense. Forget it, father can't listen to anyone's words anymore. Wait until Concubine Yue's child is born." , I still don’t know what the situation is. The palace is really getting more and more breathless.”

"At that time, if you don't want to stay in the palace, I can take you away."

Lin Jian didn't say this impulsively, she thought about it, now the little prince is almost disheartened, after this year he will definitely become more negative, and the noble concubine will give birth to the prince smoothly, pushing the country into the abyss single-handedly, and at the same time It can avoid a coup in the palace and achieve multiple results in one fell swoop.

The little prince thought she was comforting him casually, so he replied casually: "Okay."

He turned over from the bed and sat up: "Ask the subordinates to prepare hot water. I want to go to the bathtub to take a bath, and then sleep in the dark, forgetting these troubles."

He had forgotten about it, but the others hadn't. The Ziying Palace was a bloodbath, and Concubine Yue refused to live in it no matter what. The emperor temporarily let her rest in his bedroom and planned to create another one for her. A new palace.

The little prince, who was in the confinement period, walked back and forth ten times in the courtyard before suppressing the anger in his heart.He sent someone to bring a few Buddhist scriptures into the palace from outside the palace, recite them every day, and cultivate his body and mind, as if he wanted to cultivate himself into a clay bodhisattva who doesn't hear anything outside the window.

The guards of the new palace quietly changed a group of people, and Bo Jue was transferred to the Imperial Concubine Palace in a planned way, and her value has risen all the way.

On the day when the imperial concubine gave birth, a basket was hidden in a cart carrying vegetables in the backyard of the palace gate. The basket was transported from the imperial dining room through the hands of several people to the hurriedly paced imperial concubine's hall and into Bo Jue's hands. .Everything was ready, Bo Jue touched the blood on the child's face, and handed it to the sweaty and pale concubine Yue, and retreated respectfully, the midwife pinched the child's buttocks, and the sound of clear crying echoed in the room It rang, and there was a long cry in the room: "It's a birth! Mother and child are safe, and they are a prince."

"Quickly tell the emperor that the imperial concubine gave birth to a dragon son."

The guards spread the news layer by layer, and the emperor laughed and left the government affairs in his hands and hurried over.After seeing the child, he repeatedly said that he looked like himself, and then issued an imperial edict to amnesty the world.

Yan Wugou was one year older, his stature was slightly taller than the previous year, and his facial features seemed to be a little more open and mature. He was painting in the room, dipping a thin tube of Huzhou brush into a fine brush. Grinding the ink, writing the pen, drawing slowly on the rice paper with thin hooks, long skirt belt, eyes cut water, he pondered for a while, drew an extra proud arc when drawing the mouth, put the pen down, and put it on the pen stand , quietly waiting for the ink on the paper to dry.

I didn't see Lin Jian for an hour, and I missed her, so the little prince took a cloak to wrap around himself, and went out.

In the courtyard, Lin Jian was ordering the group of guards in the East Palace: "Without my permission, you are not allowed to tell His Highness the news that Concubine Yue has given birth to a son, not even a single word. Do you hear me?"

"Yes!"

The little prince tightened his collar and went back to his room, and Lin Jian came in after a while.

The little prince asked: "Is it time for Concubine Yue to give birth? According to the previous counting days."

Lin Jian said: "Well, soon."

"When did you learn to hide it from me?" The little prince's face remained the same, and his tone was still lazy, "When you give birth to a prince, you give birth to a prince. I have nothing to hide. Amnesty is a good thing for the people. Blessing."

Lin Jian didn't know what to say.As soon as her arm came in, one hand had already pulled her in, and she walked towards the back of the desk. The little prince pointed to the painting in front of her and said, "Come and see this, I drew you, does it look like you?"

Lin Jian looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "It's very similar."

The little prince caressed the engraving on it with his fingers, and said: "Then bury it with me."

Lin Jian almost went crazy with fright: "What did you say?!"

The little prince patted her hand, walked around to the front of the desk, and said: "I don't want to stay in the palace anymore, I want to go out and never come back for the rest of my life, the emperor already has a second child, and he doesn't need me anymore .”

"I want to live for myself once," he said.

Lin Jian said: "Okay, I have a way to get you the medicine to fake death."

Just one month after the emperor's amnesty, the eldest prince Yan Wugou, who was only 11 years old, died of illness, which shocked the government and the public.

On the day of the burial, there was a drizzle like cow hair in the sky, and the grand Nuo in the palace danced a strange dance to pray for heaven. The royal mausoleum was surrounded by real or false nobles. Coming over, he picked up the first handful of soil and landed on the coffin, as if he had given an order, more and more soil buried the coffin, and finally sealed the tomb and left.Everything returned to silence again.

The wind rattled the flag on the top of the imperial gate.

A car sped out from the palace, and the guard at the gate stopped him: "Stop! Who's inside?"

Zhao Qingge showed half of his face, and said coldly: "According to the orders."

"Yes, Commander Zhao." The soldier withdrew his hand and said respectfully, "Commander, please."

After all the way to the outside of the capital city, Zhao Qingge jumped out of the car, stretched his legs that had no place to rest in the car, and said, "From today onwards, you've been wandering all over the world, it's too far away, what can I do?" You can’t help, it’s all up to you.”

Lin Jian moved to the driver's seat and said, "I will take good care of him."

Yan Wugou came out and gave a big gift to Zhao Qingge, thanking her for her help.

By accident, everything went on the track that everyone had stipulated. Zhao Qingge got a new car that was exactly the same, and went back to the palace. Before she arrived at her residence, Bo Jue was already waiting for her on the road.

"Big celebrity," Zhao Qingge stopped his fast walking, and teased, "Which fragrant wind brought you here? It really makes my place glow."

Seeing that there was no one around, Bo Jue stepped forward to hold her hand, and ran back to Zhao Qingge's room.

"I'm here to deliver a letter to you. Didn't the eldest prince die of illness? The Eastern Palace doesn't need you as commander anymore. Concubine Yue asked the emperor to transfer you to the imperial concubine hall, and the emperor agreed." Bo Jue said happily, "Finally I don’t need to secretly date every night, I will arrange you in the room next to me, and then sleep with you every day, hahaha.”

Zhao Qingge rolled her eyes with the whites of her eyes: "I think that's all you have to offer."

Bo Jue took the opportunity to sit on her lap, wrapping his hands around her neck, while Zhao Qingge put his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear: "Huh? What do you want to do again?"

"I have some big news, do you want to hear it?"

"Huh?" Zhao Qingge said, "I don't listen."

"If you don't listen to me, I will tell you that Marshal Junlin is going back to Beijing. I just heard from the old emperor that the palace is preparing for a big banquet."