I am neither beautiful nor crazy

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The moon was hanging high, and in the middle of the night, several figures galloped into the city gate on fast horses.

"General Xiao, just now the Holy Majesty sent a message saying that the palace banquet has already started, please hurry up and go to the banquet soon." The voice came from the left rear of the leader, mixed with the cold wind , disappeared in an instant under the low temperature that was almost frosty.

"He's farting! Northern Xinjiang is a long way from the capital, and a fast horse will take a day and a night!" Another voice was indignant, "The emperor is comfortable lying on that chair. When will we be sympathetic to us..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Under the moonlight, the leader raised his right hand slightly, and his fingertips seemed to draw a tiny arc inadvertently, but the sergeants who had followed him for many years knew that this was his intention to silence people.

He slowed down his horse's hooves, his silver wristbands glowing coldly.

"This is the capital, not the northern border. Be careful." He tilted his head slightly, and his tone was calm, but habitually there was a sense of coercion in it.

There was no one on the palace road, except for the occasional sound of a horse's nose coming from behind, no one else spoke.

He stood upright on the horse, his face hidden under the silver mask showed no emotion.His gaze jumped over layers of palace walls, and finally fixed on the intersection of extravagant silk and bamboo and cups at the palace banquet.

If the soldiers could see his face, they should feel strange.

It was General Xiao, who had been fighting in the northern border all the year round, with a complicated expression that he had never seen before.

After a long time, he just sighed inaudibly.

"There are few soldiers on duty on the palace road today, but it's because of the palace banquet?"

"Back to the general, theoretically, even if it's a palace banquet, the road shouldn't be so empty..."

A strange feeling rose from the bottom of everyone's heart, the leader's hand holding the rein tightened, and the sound of horse's hooves melted into the boundless darkness again.

At the same time, in the palace banquet hall.The light gauze is soft and fragrant, the dancer is full of waist, and the cups are intertwined.

A few days ago, the northern general Xiao Xiangling paid off the years of rebellion in northern Saibei in one fell swoop, and regained the border that had been wandering for more than ten years.The emperor was overjoyed, pardoned the world, and hosted a banquet for civil and military officials.

At the palace banquet, the emperor sat on the dragon platform, his temples were slightly white, and his eyes were already showing fatigue due to too much alcohol.

The prime minister was still standing in the middle of the lobby with a red face, talking endlessly.

"Northern border is flat, the four seas are clean, this is the land of God bless our country. Your majesty is holy, this is the blessing of the people!"

The prime minister was wearing a purple robe with a crane pattern, holding a cup of wine in his hand, which was already on the verge of collapse.

After hearing this, all the ministers quickly moved their buttocks away from the warm cushion, knelt down to the side of the table, and praised the person sitting on the dragon seat.

"It's just that General Xiao, as the chief general, dared to miss the celebration banquet set up for him. Isn't that..." the prime minister glanced at the emperor's face, and stopped talking appropriately.

"That's right, the Holy One is wise, the invitation to reward the three armies has been sent to the northern border quickly, but Xiao Xiangling has not responded so far. It's unexpected." Someone agreed.

"This victory is due to God Blessing Your Majesty. This Xiao Xiangling is so presumptuous. Could it be that... he wants to prove that his meritorious deeds are not successful?"

This is not a bad thing to say.

Zhan Jie is "Your Majesty is wise, God bless the Emperor", so if Xiao Xiangling took the credit, wouldn't he be taking the emperor's head?

Many people immediately turned pale, knelt on the ground and dared not speak.

The prime minister watched the things that had been arranged go smoothly, and a trace of imperceptible happiness flashed in his eyes. He wanted to continue to push the boat along, but his eyes suddenly tightened.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but above the hall where everyone was silent like a cicada, he actually heard a very shallow chuckle.

The laughter turned a few turns in the air, but it hit his face with a crackling sound.

The words that came to his mouth were swallowed alive, and he turned his eyes to the corner where the voice came from.

Who is this daring lunatic?

I saw that man's white clothes were plated into blue gray by the dark light, and his body frame was a little thin, like a young man who hadn't grown up.He lowered his head slightly, his expression was gloomy and unclear, only two strands of long temple hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering the marks at the end of his eyes.

As if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere in the hall, he drank the wine on his own, lightly pinched the wine cup with his white fingertips, rubbed the ivory chopsticks, and made a crisp sound that was neither light nor heavy.

The prime minister went around a few times in his dull mind because he was three points drunk, but he had no impression of this person!

As if noticing the prime minister's gaze, the man's neck was slightly raised, stretching along with the neckline hidden in the neckline.

He didn't feel the slightest embarrassment from being stared at, instead he slightly raised the wine cup and touched the prime minister from the air.

He seemed to laugh again.

For no reason, the prime minister felt a trace of uneasiness.

What's wrong with his drinking behavior!

"Who are you, how dare you not kneel? Could it be that you want to disobey the Holy Majesty!" Before he had time to think about it, the prime minister hurriedly raised his hand and shouted angrily.

The man paused, and a few drops of wine splashed onto the table.

He stood up to meet the eyes of everyone, stared straight at the prime minister, and walked towards the middle of the lobby.

The prime minister clenched his palm slightly, even though everything was under his grasp, that person still made him feel uneasy subconsciously.

No one noticed that when he got up, his left hand hidden under the table was slightly flipped inside the wide sleeve of his robe, and a cold light that was not noticed flashed by.

He knelt in the middle of the hall and saluted the emperor, and said with a smile.

"My son, Jiangyu, congratulate the emperor for regaining the territory, the country is peaceful and the people are safe."

Seventh Prince Jiangyu!

The prime minister's shoulders trembled visibly to the naked eye, as if he suddenly woke up from the wine, his face turned pale instantly.

We all know: Because of his mother and concubine, the Seventh Prince is hated by his father.

Therefore, when he was ten years old, he was sent to the border of the Western Regions, and he was called a guardian, but he was actually raised in captivity.Also choose a place far away from the imperial city, out of sight and out of mind.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed, and Jiangyu's appearance has changed drastically.And it is reasonable for people not to know him.

But although he is not in the capital, the rumors about him in the palace have not stopped these years.

There are rumors that his appearance is extremely handsome, even women from the Western Regions can't match his half magnificence; No ventilation is allowed, and a few more pots of fire are added in winter than ordinary people. After staying in the Western Regions for 17 years, I can't even lift a sword.

An even more taboo rumor is that the Seventh Prince Jiang Yu never liked the soft and fragrant jade in the mansion, and he was even lukewarm towards the princess of the Western Regions.Presumably, it is probably a happy male sex.

The emperor waved his hand slightly, expressing his understanding of the fact that the prime minister did not recognize Jiangyu, then turned his gaze to Jiangyu, and suddenly became colder, "You have stayed in the Western Regions for seven years, what have you gained?"

"I'm not talented, I just know a little bit about carving and sewing." Jiang Yu replied with a smile.

"You are my prince, and you are not a tailor in my palace!" The emperor didn't even want to pretend to be superficial, and slapped the table angrily, "You haven't learned poetry, calligraphy and sword skills in the seven years since you were in Beijing, and the thorns all over your body are just a piece of paper. I didn't give me any less at all!"

Jiang Yu was still kneeling on the ground, but his gaze was directed at the person sitting on the dragon throne, "Reporting to my father, I have learned in the Western Regions, and my body, hair and skin are all inherited from my parents. If this is the case, how can my son?" Dare to pull out the thorns indiscriminately."

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and a thought flashed in their hearts together: The seventh prince looks really weak on the outside, but his temper is really tough.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to notice the embarrassment around him, and said in a soft voice, "There is one more thing I want to tell my father. Today is the death day of my mother and concubine. Last night, my mother and concubine entrusted my son with a dream, wishing my father and emperor a healthy body and a prosperous country." .”

Before the words fell, the hall was instantly extremely quiet.Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not even daring to express their anger.

This is a bit too much.

Jiang Yu's words are not expressing his homesickness, but pushing himself into the fire pit!

Externally, it is said that Concubine Jiangyu's mother died after giving birth to a child, but in the court, the real cause of her death is not a secret.

She was originally a beautiful and valiant princess of Northern Xinjiang, married to the Central Plains, but she had ulterior motives and kept communicating with Northern Xinjiang secretly, so that the two cities of the Central Plains fell, more than ten years of wars broke out, and the great cause of regaining the border was ruined.

In the end, he was bestowed with a cup of poisoned wine by the emperor to death.

"So?" The emperor narrowed his cloudy eyes, his body trembling slightly due to the excitement, and asked word by word through gritted teeth.

It was as if the strings were stretched, the swords were tense, and the muscles of the people in the entire hall were tense.

Only the man kneeling on the ground looked humble, but his back was always straight.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyelashes, "Now that General Xiao Xiangling has pacified Saibei with his sword, it can be regarded as fulfilling the long-cherished wish of my mother and concubine. It's just that the prime minister was displeased by not attending the palace banquet today, so I implore my father and son to toast the prime minister and chat for General Xiao." Apologies."

Before the emperor could speak, he stood up and said to the maid, "Please go and get the jug on my table."

The maid did as she was told.

But behind the two of Jiang Yu, the second prince Jiang Chibin suddenly opened his eyes wide because of this sentence.

Jiang Yu seemed to look back at him, the range was very small, as if it was an illusion.

Immediately, he stretched out his left hand towards the prime minister, his plain fingertips slid across the prime minister's purple cuff fabric, and pressed lightly before lifting it up.

Outsiders looked "lightly", but the Prime Minister felt a bit stinging, and couldn't help frowning.

"The style of this silk material is very beautiful." Jiang Yu raised his eyes and smiled, "This kind of fabric is rare in the Western Regions."

The prime minister snorted and looked at Jiang Yu with disdain.He thought to himself that he was really useless, just like his mother and concubine, the dignified prince only thought about the gorgeous clothes all day long.

"That's natural." Su Yang, the second prince's aide, smiled, then walked to Jiang Yu's side seemingly by accident, and said in a volume that only two people could hear, "After all, only beautiful women can recognize beautiful clothes."

Jiang Yu still maintained a decent smile on his face, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

What that person said was true, Jiang Yu probably inherited the character of his mother and concubine, and his face was extremely beautiful.

The eyelids, eyelashes, the whites of the eyes as polished as porcelain, the eye color like ink falling from the pen and inkstone, and the strokes of the outline are unwilling to round the end, and they show momentum in the static.

Different from his mother and concubine, Jiangyu has a coldness in his bones, and there is always a feeling that no one else should enter.

It is extremely cold when it is expressionless, and it is also cool when it is smiling, like a knife wrapped in cotton, a fire hidden under the ice.

Jiang Yu didn't speak, took the jug from the maid, poured a full glass, and raised his hand to pass it to the prime minister.

Everyone's eyes were on Jiang Yu and the two, and no one noticed that the moment he handed over the cup, the expression of the second prince who had been standing aside suddenly changed, and the word "stop" was about to blurt out.

Jiang Yu raised his eyes, and before he could press the corners of his mouth, even the smile seemed stingy, as if he was out of it.

The skin is happy, but the bones are indifferent.

At the same time, the hidden guards lurking in the four corners of the hall drew their swords out of their sheaths, staring at the second prince's face, ready to rush in and fight to the death.

The second prince clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were fixed on the wine cup.After a long time, he finally gave up and waved his hand slightly.

After the dark guard retreated to the curtain, the blade returned to its sheath.

Just when the prime minister was about to take over the wine cup, a very complicated expression suddenly appeared on Jiang Yu's face, intertwined with pain and depression, his brows were tightly frowned, and even slight cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

The next moment, he spit out a big mouthful of blackened blood straight at the prime minister.

The wine cup in his hand fell to the ground, blasting the broken porcelain all over the floor, and the new silver sculpture on the ground was stained with wine, and a layer of black and blue slowly emerged.

There is poison in Jiangyu's flagon!

The prime minister remained in the position of taking the wine cup and froze on the spot. Discussions rang out one after another in the hall, and Jiang Yu's attendant Gu Yuan flew out to support Jiang Yu's body that was about to fall.

The emperor slapped the table with a "slap", and the cups and plates on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Only then did the courtiers remember to spread the news of the Imperial Physician in a hurry.

"Q...Qi Your Majesty, all the imperial doctors were sent out of the palace this morning to check the plague situation and have not yet returned to the palace. This... can't be announced urgently."

The second prince Jiang Chibin stood behind the crowd, finally his shoulders fell, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Gu Yuan watched Jiang Yu's complexion gradually pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, his body had completely lost strength, and he kept sliding down from his arms.Can't help crying, "Your Highness! Your Highness, please persevere!"

He knelt down towards the hall, "Your Majesty, at the banquet, His Royal Highness Seventh Prince's jug was mixed with poison, and the imperial physician happened to be sent out of the city this morning. Someone must be obstructing it, and the Emperor please look into it!"

"Okay... okay." The emperor's voice trembled, "If you poison my prince's wine today, do you dare to hide a knife under my pillow tomorrow! All the maids and servants who come in and out today, give me one by one!" Trial!"

In the confusion, Gu Yuan seemed to feel that someone had pulled his cuff, and looked down.With tears in his eyes, he saw Jiang Yu's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a subtle and sly smile.

He made a jerk.

It's a pity that no one saw Jiang Yu's small movements, because the emperor was slowly getting up from his seat and walking towards Jiang Yu who fell on the ground.

His hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes were still shining with water.

His feelings for his youngest son are tangled and complicated.Princess Ruoyang was once his favored imperial concubine, and in the end love turned to hatred. After Ruoyang died, she could only transfer all her affection to Jiang Yu.

Even if Jiang Yu was dispatched to the Western Regions for seven years, he had long missed the best opportunity to accumulate power in the court and would never cause any harm again.

But he still felt that Jiang Yu should be damned.

From the moment Ruoyang betrayed the country.

How could Jiang Yu not be clear, he watched the emperor's muddy and complicated gaze, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Go back, mansion." He whispered hoarsely.

Gu Yuan helped Jiang Yu, who was barely able to stand up, and walked out the door.

Jiang Yu shook his head very slightly towards Gu Yuan, then shifted his focus away from Gu Yuan, but still pretended to be staggering and weak, dying at any time.

He counted his steps.

first step.

Jiang Chibin made a bow to the emperor, and found a step for him, "There are still pills for poisonous hair in the son's house, maybe you can give Ayu a try."

The cry of "Ayu" made everyone feel cold.The emperor let out a trembling breath, as if he had lost the strength to speak, he turned and walked back.

The second step.

There seems to be a knife flashing behind the scenes in the hall, and the sharp figure is fleeting, following Jiang Yu's footsteps.

……

No. 30 steps.

One more step, and you can step out of this palace gate.

"Ah! Come on! Come on!"

Suddenly there was a shrill cry from behind, the footsteps were chaotic and staggered, and there was a huge earthquake when the table was overturned, accompanied by a loud sound of people falling to the ground.

The figure behind the curtain also accelerated at this time, not only in the hall, but also outside the paper window, reflecting soldiers and guards in casual clothes.

Jiang Yu turned around at this time.

The hall was already in chaos, the prime minister rolled his eyes, vomited black blood and fell to the ground, knocking over the table.

After a distance of thirty steps, Jiang Yu met his cloudy eyes that were no longer in focus.

The light in the prime minister's eyes was dimming irreversibly and rapidly, but the owner of the cloudy eyes obviously didn't understand what happened, and felt that he was just drinking too much, so that his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

No one saw, Jiang Yu's hands trembled slightly, and a misty red slowly appeared in his eyes.

Because he saw a person through those eyes.

It was a beautiful woman, but she was full of blood and tears, her bright eyes were full of grievances, and her death was unrepentant.

——It's his mother and concubine.