Reborn Prince Zhaoyang

The harmony on the surface conceals their intrigue and undercurrents in private.

The author has something to say: Zhaoyang and Emperor Wu met, ^_^

Use the six horses of Tang Taizong as the code name of the famous horse, as well as the bloody horse and the white dragon horse.

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34, 34...

Zhaoyang was fortunate to have the mask given to him by Yanzi, so that he would not show the loss and sadness on his face in front of Emperor Wu.

For this meal, Zhaoyang was careless. He always had a relaxed and happy meal with Emperor Wu, without the current indifference and alienation. Sure enough, the warmth of the past could never be found again.

The chopsticks in his hand trembled slightly, and there were several dishes that Emperor Wu liked to eat in front of him, but he felt that the chopsticks in his hand were extremely heavy, and he couldn't pick up those dishes at all, let alone send them to the bowl in front of Emperor Wu dish.

Doing his best to calm the turbulent waves in his heart, Zhaoyang tried his best not to touch the dishes that Emperor Wu liked to eat, and he did not touch his favorite dishes, so Zhaoyang used less for this meal, and Emperor Wu did not use much.

"Father, the son is ready." Zhaoyang said, put down the chopsticks in his hand, bowed his head and said respectfully.His gaze was only in front of his eyes, not daring to look in the direction of Emperor Wu.

"En." Emperor Wu was still alienated and indifferent, and seemed to be slightly displeased.

Zhaoyang's lips twitched a few times, but he couldn't say anything. He only felt the bitterness spread from his heart, soaking into his throat, and his mouth was full of bitterness. Take it to heart.

Father, I am Zhaoyang, I am Zhaoyang...

Emperor Wu got up and took the lead to go downstairs, followed by Zhaoyang, his whole heart was empty, the pain tightly gripped his body and mind, making his whole body tremble slightly.

Clenching his hands tightly, he had to restrain himself as much as possible, so that Zhaoyang could not reveal his aggrieved emotions at this time. Father, he couldn't tell that he was Zhaoyang, and even the closest father couldn't tell that he was Zhaoyang. I also don't want others to find out that he is Zhaoyang.

Perhaps, just replace Qi Xuan in this way, and continue to live as Prince Yu, because there is no going back, and there is no going back.

There was a little wetness on his cheeks, Zhaoyang raised his head, Father, even if you never go back to the past, my son will remember what you said, a man should stand proudly in the sky with his head upright.

Although the son occupies Qi Xuan's body, the son will not continue to be Qi Xuan, the son will continue to be Zhaoyang, even if you will never see Zhaoyang.

"Father, my son has a mount." Zhaoyang watched Emperor Wu stop outside the Taibai Tower, accompanied by the imperial guards, one of them went to lead the horse, and the other stood two steps behind Emperor Wu and Zhaoyang.

"Master, have you finished your meal? Alright, little one, I'll go and lead your horse now." Wearing a silver mask and a special horse, Zhaoyang greeted his son who entered Taibai Tower, Seeing Zhaoyang coming out, he hurried over to ask a question first, and went to lead Zhaoyang's horse.

Zhaoyang's horse ran over bumpily, regardless of Emperor Wu and the others, bumped straight in front of Zhaoyang, rubbed his big head into Zhaoyang's arms affectionately, and kept shaking his head and snorting, Zhaoyang laughed He was about to touch the horse's head.

Emperor Wu's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold, and he shouted coldly: "Xuan Qi!"

Zhaoyang's hand froze and stopped in mid-air. After a while, he still touched the horse's head, lowered his eyes and said to Emperor Wu in a low voice: "Father, Qinghui, it is not only my son's mount, but also my son's friend."

Although Qing Hui's coat color is not bright, it is a spiritual horse, otherwise Yan Zi would not let him develop the habit of drinking fifteen catties of spirits a day.

After Zhaoyang was detoxified, he originally wanted to return Qinghui to Zhou Yufeng, but Zhou Yufeng refused. He said that he was worried that Zhaoyang would go to Beijing alone, and let the spiritual Qinghui accompany him, so that if anything happened, he could get away quickly.

Qinghui turned her head to look at Emperor Wu triumphantly, and deliberately rubbed against Zhaoyang's arms a few times before strutting aside, waiting for Zhaoyang to get on the horse.

Emperor Wu drove his horse away with a bad expression, and the imperial guard left behind, "Master, the master is staying at the post in front." ', and hurriedly chased after him.

"Qinghui, father, he is angry, I don't know how to get along with him." Gently stroking Qinghui's big head, Zhaoyang only revealed his inner sadness after Emperor Wu left.

Qinghui licked Zhaoyang's hand, looked at Zhaoyang silently with big eyes, Zhaoyang forced a smile: "Qinghui, I forced it, I will get used to it, I will."

When letting the horse gallop, Zhaoyang also quickly adjusted his heart. Before he was mentally prepared, he and Emperor Wu suddenly met, and there would inevitably be sadness and loss. He would adapt and adjust himself.

It's just that the longing in his heart is stubbornly entangled in Zhaoyang's heart, and he can't be relieved no matter what.

"Xuan Qi, tell him to come in." Emperor Wu galloped all the way to Xingyi, entered the courtyard where he was temporarily staying, and just as he was seated, he called Zhaoyang to come in.

"Young master, the master has a biography." The imperial guard hurriedly passed the words of Emperor Wu to Zhaoyang who had just rushed over and hadn't dismounted yet.

"Don't tie it up, don't hold it down, just let it walk around in the yard." Zhaoyang got off his horse and told the imperial guards.

Zhou Yufeng didn't restrain Qing Hui in the past, but later Qing Hui became Zhaoyang's mount, and he didn't restrain Qing Hui either. Zhaoyang didn't stay in an inn along the way, and chose to spend the night in a place with abundant water and grass, allowing Qing Hui to graze to his heart's content.

"Yes." The imperial guards didn't restrain Qinghui either, and let it wander to a place by itself.

"Father." Zhaoyang walked into the room, and saw Emperor Wu slapped his hands together, smashing a secret folder, and the paper scraps fell around Emperor Wu's feet.

Emperor Wu's complexion was even uglier than when he was in Taibai Tower just now. Zhaoyang guessed that it might have something to do with the secret book he just read, but wisely he didn't ask.

"It's quiet here, let's talk." Emperor Wu didn't ask Zhaoyang to sit down, but only let him stand and answer. The imperial guards who followed Emperor Wu were all in the courtyard outside, and no one stayed in front of him.

It was as if a sharp thorn had been pierced in Zhaoyang's heart, and it hurt one after another, but he was powerless and couldn't pull it out, and he was also pondering over his words in his heart, so he hesitated to speak.

His silence filled the room with silent depression. Although the sun was shining in, Emperor Wu's face became colder and colder.

"Gao Zhao, didn't that servant follow you to serve you?" After a long time, it was Emperor Wu who broke the silent and oppressive silence.

"Father, my son knows he's wrong." Zhaoyang knelt down on the ground slowly, and Emperor Wu's questioning made him find a gap where to start.

"Oh, do you know it's wrong?" Emperor Wu asked, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes quickly, and then it was fleeting, and Zhaoyang who quickly lowered his head didn't notice it at all.

"Yes, father, a son shouldn't rely on Gao Zhao for everything, and indulge Gao Zhao in everything, which almost caused an irreparable big mistake." Tell Wudi about it.

It started with Gao Zhao's intention to kill the master, talked about Zhou Yufeng's rescue of their father and son, and then talked about the Three Kingdoms raid that night, until he was summoned to Beijing after he was detoxified.

When Zhaoyang was telling the story, he intentionally explained that Zhou Yufeng woke him up so that he would not continue to be decadent, but cheer up.

"Only these?" After Zhaoyang finished speaking, Emperor Wu asked slowly, a layer of ice had formed in his eyes for some reason, so cold that it could hardly melt.

"Yes, Father." Zhaoyang talked a lot, and he talked for a long time, and he knelt for a long time. Although his body was detoxified, he had only returned to a normal physique.

Yanzi also warned him repeatedly that he should not be tired or exhausted, otherwise his health would deteriorate.

"Your body has been rotten from the inside. Although I have used medicine to restore you to seventy-seven eighty-eight, but there is no guarantee that he will not deteriorate like this. You have to remember it and treat yourself well."

Kneeling on the ground for a long time, Zhaoyang felt that his legs didn't belong to him anymore. The previous tingling, numbness, and now unconsciousness were not a long process.

Although it is early summer, although the weather is gradually getting hotter, Zhaoyang has to continue to wear spring clothes when other people wear summer clothes, and pay attention to keeping warm and protecting against the cold.

It was very cold on the ground, and the cold penetrated into the cracks in his legs. He gritted his teeth and endured it, but his body was a little shaky, and his eyes turned black.

"Get up." Emperor Wu finally told him to get up, but Zhaoyang's body fell forward, he only felt that he had fallen into the familiar, warm, safe and broad embrace, and was instantly obliterated by the darkness.

There seems to be a faint sound in my ear, and someone is saying: "Tell Deming!"

It was the father, so Zhaoyang let his sanity fall into the darkness.

Emperor Wu carried Zhaoyang, who was unconscious in his arms, onto the kang, and even a trace of frustration and annoyance flashed in his eyes. His slender hand came to Zhaoyang's silver mask, moved his fingers, and took it back , did not uncover Zhaoyang's mask.

This mask is exquisite in workmanship and simple in style. There is no extra decoration, but it is an obstacle, like a gap, lying between their father and son.

"I, are you that kind of pedantic person? Are you that kind of person who has eyes but no eyes?"

Emperor Wu asked the sleepy Zhaoyang, his eyes were full of emotion, he brushed his sleeves later and left the kang, his back showed faint loss and disappointment.

When the imperial physician Dai Ming was summoned to rush over, Emperor Wu sat about two feet away from the kang, his face condensed, and he just sat there, not looking at the people on the kang.

"I have seen the master.