After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

When Chen Moyun was having lunch, he was urgently called into the palace by An Zexi. He changed into an official uniform, and he looked even thinner. Since winter, Chen Moyun was like a cat, squatting by the stove every day. Eye.

After An Zexi ascended the throne, he was appointed as the prime minister of Emperor Lin. One person is below ten thousand, and his status is higher than that of the left and right ministers, but he himself knows that this is just a false title, and it is used by An Zexi to prevaricate him. Yes, no real power.

So he was also very happy, he spent every day warming himself up in the prime minister's mansion, healed his previous injuries, but today An Zexi sent someone to drive a carriage to his mansion to pick him up to the palace, as if there was something urgent.

Chen Moyun got into the carriage, he hugged the stove, leaned lazily, looked at the open corner of the window, and found that the carriage changed direction and stopped in front of the prison after a while.

Chen Moyun was helped off the horse by Xiao Si.

"Your Majesty is here, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time!" Several eunuchs greeted him outside the cell door.

"Forgive me, father-in-law. I'm not in good health, so I specially told the coachman to drive slowly!" He chuckled lightly, politely.

"My lord, golden branches and jade leaves, this is as it should be."

The two of you talked to me and came to a cell. This cell is closed, unlike other cells surrounded by wooden piles, the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.

Chen Moyun opened the door curtain, and a smell of blood rushed to his face, so strong that it made people want to vomit. He was not feeling well at first, but this smell made him directly hold the door railing and couldn't help retching.

"I forgot, this place is not clean, I'm afraid Aiqing is too weak to take it." An Zexi threw down the bloody long whip, stroked Chen Moyun's back, and grabbed his wrist Leaning on his body, he gently supported his body that was about to fall, and then looked forward provocatively.

The original body's body was really too weak, and the injuries that hadn't healed before all recurred in this winter day, which really killed people.

Relying on An Yicheng's support, Chen Moyun barely stood up, and only then did he have some energy to look at this mysterious prison cell.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw An Yicheng whose hands and feet were bound by chains. The two fatal wounds on the man's heart and shoulders had been bandaged, but other than these two places, the other places were of different sizes. scars.

Anyicheng's white prison uniform is full of blood, which is too horrible to look at.

Looking up, Chen Moyun saw that pair of eyes were staring angrily at something, followed his line of sight, and the place where his eyes fell was actually An Zexi holding his wrist.

Chen Moyun broke away subconsciously, suddenly lost his support, and was unstable. Fortunately, An Zexi reacted very quickly and supported him again, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground and couldn't get up. "Ai Qing's illness is so serious. ?"

"It's okay, but the wind blew on the road." He looked at the embarrassed An Yicheng, and asked An Zexi softly, "Didn't your majesty say that you will hand over this person to the minister?"

"Yeah, it's just that Aiqing has been recuperating in the mansion recently, and there is no one to play with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I am also afraid that he will be lonely." An Zexi looked at An Yicheng, then at Chen Moyun, meaning Asked deeply, "Ai Qing is not distressed, is it?"

"What did your majesty say? It's too late for me to hate him!" He looked at An Yicheng with a calm expression, but his tone was frighteningly cold.

"Really?" An Zexi took the jailer's sword and stuffed it into Chen Moyun's hand, "Then how about letting Ai Qing relieve her anger!"

An Yicheng's hand holding the long sword trembled slightly. He looked at An Yicheng, and there was a flash of worry in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down. He responded to An Zexi with embarrassment, "I also want to, but I'm weak now, I'm afraid it will disturb His Majesty's mood!"

"No problem." He supported Chen Moyun and walked to An Zexi step by step, "I can help you!"

An Zexi held Chen Moyun's hand and slowly lifted it up. The sword in his hand pointed directly at An Yicheng, "Where does Ai Qing think is better to stab?"

He controlled the direction of the sword and moved slowly, "Is it this? Or this? Let's not stab here anymore. Anyway, the dressing will be changed later, but I don't know if he can persist until the dressing is changed."

Seeing that the sword was aimed at Anyicheng's heart, Chen Moyun's forehead was sweating a little. Anyicheng stabbed him with a sword, which almost killed him, and the man also resisted the knife for him, and then After receiving a sword, it should be offset.

He has always been a person with clear grievances.

"Your Majesty, I want to stab his palm." Chen Moyun looked at the back of his hand, his eyes were slightly hurt.

An Zexi also followed his line of sight, aware of Chen Moyun's pain, "Ai Qing wants to retaliate?"

"I still want him to live for a while, so that I can play with him when I recover from my illness. Your Majesty can't just ignore my minister just because I have enjoyed myself!"

An Zexi was in a good mood when he heard this sentence, and suddenly felt that his worries were unnecessary. Chen Moyun really hated the person in front of him.

"Then follow Aiqing's words!" An Zexi raised Chen Moyun's hand, and with a light force, the sword pierced into his palm, and blood splashed on Chen Moyun's face.

Slightly hot, very strong fishy smell.

Anyicheng didn't say a word, just looked at Chen Moyun, as if in a daze, until Chen Moyun was helped to the door by Xiao Si, he said the first sentence in the past few days.

"Ayun..."

A whip hit him, but the pain didn't stop him from speaking. "Are we cancelled?"

With a tentative tone in his tone, he looked expectantly at the back of the man who stopped at the door.

"Unless...unless you die!" Chen Moyun clenched his hand holding the door into a fist, slamming every word, completely refusing to give An Yicheng any hope.

Anyicheng's eyes dimmed, and his face was ashen.

An Zexi watched with relish, he invited Chen Moyun here just to see An Yicheng's painful and desperate appearance, which was more satisfying than torture.

As night fell, the news came that Liu Shuo had brought an army of [-] to the border, and Chen Moyun was summoned to the palace again. It snowed lightly at night, and the road was covered with snow, and there was a neat row of Qi's footprints lead directly to Chengming Hall.

An Zexi wore a bright yellow dragon robe, and his long black hair was bound high in the yellow dragon crown. The middle of the crown was inlaid with tiny gemstones, and long and thin tassels hung down to the tip of his nose, making him look graceful and luxurious.

He sat on the dragon chair, staring casually at Chen Moyun who was wearing court clothes and slowly entered.

This is the fifth day of An Zexi's ascension to the throne.

"I see Your Majesty!" Chen Moyun bent down and knelt down, and the snow attached to the official uniform fell to the ground with his movements.

There were only the two of them in the dark and spacious palace.

An Zexi casually put down the memorial in his hand, stood up with his hands behind his back, and stared at Chen Moyun with disdain, showing no intention of making him stand up.

"Liu Shuo brought an army of [-], what should Ai Qing do?" He walked down the steps slowly, although he had a questioning tone, but seeing his confident expression, it seemed that he already had a solution in mind.

"I can take the soldiers from Sanzhou Que and Pingliang City to deal with it first, so as to buy time for His Majesty to go to the border to dispatch troops!"

"Aiqing is going to fight?" An Yicheng walked to the last step, and he sat down slowly, looking at Chen Moyun who was still kneeling on the ground, his thoughts were unfathomable. "But if Aiqing can't resist, and can't wait for reinforcements to support her, won't the world change hands again?"

"Your servant can delay!" Chen Moyun probably knew what An Zexi meant. This person probably didn't want to fight, but negotiated peace.

"It's not that I don't believe in you, Aiqing. The main reason is that the risk of fighting is too great. My troops are far away from the border, so I can't quench my thirst." He also felt that as long as he refuted, it would probably cause a rage.

"Liu Shuo's condition is that I release Liu Bingyi and An Yicheng!"

"Your Majesty, no! I can hold them back!" How can you let the tiger go back to the mountain? Liu Bingyi can let it go, but An Yicheng absolutely can't!He could think of ways to save An Yicheng's life, but he could never put him back.

It was a fluke to catch him last time, but it may not be the case every time.

An Zexi got up, his whole face sank, and he looked at Chen Moyun with bursts of anger. "I see that Aiqing is used to being bullied by Anyicheng, but she is afraid of a person who is poisonous. Even if the tiger is let go, the tiger will not live long, and it will not be a good thing!"

"Also, I have already ordered Liu Bingyi and An Yicheng to be brought to your house!" An Zexi added. "Aiqing will be the envoy to negotiate peace this time! Let's set off in the future!" An Zexi pressed his ear, and whispered, "When necessary, get rid of An Yicheng directly!"

Chen Moyun knew that An Zexi had made up his mind, and if he continued to persuade him, he might burn himself. His eyes drooped slightly, and he said reluctantly, "I would like to listen to Your Majesty's arrangement."

Seeing him bow his head, the anger in An Zexi's eyes dissipated, and he strode forward to help him up, suddenly looking like a wise emperor.

"It's just that the battlefield is unpredictable. When I go to negotiate, I hope His Majesty will find someone to go to the border with a tiger talisman to dispatch troops and horses, in case Liu Shuo has an explosion!" People, Chen Moyun can only follow suit.

"It's natural!"

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When he left the Chengming Palace, the snow had covered the soles of his feet, and the cold wind picked up Chen Moyun's slightly loose hair, making the man's already cold face look even more pale and bloodless against the backdrop of the white snow.

Chen Moyun knew that he hadn't fully gained An Zexi's trust. He had obtained the hopeless antidote from Empress Yunling, but he had no intention of detoxifying him. It seemed that An Zexi still wanted to take This medicine comes to contain yourself.

A person, no matter what kind of person he is, as long as he ascends to the throne and gains unprecedented power, he seems to be surrounded by all sides. He will carefully plan everything he does, dare not make a wrong step, and is constantly intimidating to the people around him. suspicion.

I don't know, I don't doubt the employer, and I don't use the suspect.

Just like Jiang Zeyou, and An Zexi.

Xiaosi held an umbrella for Chen Moyun, and Xiaosi walked in front of Chen Moyun carrying a red lantern. He was in the position of prime minister and had a carriage when traveling.

But Chen Moyun didn't have the habit of riding in a carriage, so he didn't ask the people in the house to prepare. Before he was alive, he would go down to court on horseback. Now that it's winter, it may be that Yuanshen's body is too weak. He has been coughing a lot for the past few days. , a little bit of wind is unbearable.

He hugged the stove, his hands were covered with red chilblains, he never thought that one day he would grow such delicate things.

Thinking all the way, walking all the way, the snow fell on the white umbrella, slowly melted, and unknowingly arrived at the door of the room.

Chen Moyun pushed open the door and fell into the darkness. He took off his official uniform, put on his undershirt, and couldn't wait to get under the covers.In this great winter, the most nostalgic place is the stove and this quilt.

Suddenly a figure fell from above and covered Chen Moyun's mouth. The person came gently, and he pressed on Chen Moyun lightly, but did not hurt Chen Moyun!

Chen Moyun didn't panic, he blinked at the person in front of him with big eyes, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes, it was still pitch black.

The man called softly: "A Yun—" he was actually crying. "I miss you so much!"