Only He Yaoqing and the other two were left in the room. Xie Ling and looked sideways at the person beside him. The candlelight was beating and flickering. There was a layer of warm light on the person's eyelashes, but there seemed to be knots in his eyes. There is a layer of ice.

"Of course I can't be sad," He Yaoqing looked back, his voice was cold and mocking, "I'm just amazed that my royal father can be so hypocritical and disgusting."

Since I never wanted me to live in the first place, how can I pretend to be so affectionate? In the name of remembering the former empress who died in the palace miserably, she taught her only son to twist and live for more than ten years.

All day clamoring about things like "she wants a girl, so you should be a princess after birth", but in front of that man's son, she blames the queen for all her faults, resentfully making such a righteous and awe-inspiring act Look, if it were someone else, maybe he would blame the former queen instead.

"One day," He Yaoqing's hand tightened even more, pressing a red mark on Xie Lingyu's hand, his voice pressed into his throat, making people feel a bit of ruthlessness wishing to eat his flesh and blood, " One day, I will tear his sanctimonious face apart, and for the rest of my life, I can only linger on in panic, never being free."

These words can be called outrageous, but the people present did not think so at the beginning.

Xie Lingyu raised his other hand, gently pulled the hair hanging from his cheek behind his ear, and said in response, "Then Madam Wu, what are you going to do with it?"

He Yaoqing heard the unfinished meaning in his words, and was a little surprised: "You say that, do you have any ideas?"

Xie Lingyu smiled lightly, with a light and gentle smile, but with a coldness that cannot be ignored: "Since they planned to 'replace the civet cat for the prince', we might as well follow their wish."

He Yaoqing was startled for a moment, then he understood, and then couldn't help but chuckled.

The voices of the conversation between the two were serious and gentle, but Fengqi Palace, which was far away from the imperial palace, had a different scene.

Inside the palace, Fengqi Palace.

Emperor Jingren sat on the small bed in the inner bed, looking at a scroll in his hand, and his personal attendant, Eunuch Yuan, stood behind him.

Everyone knows that the deceased empress and the emperor's childhood sweethearts were in love with each other, and even after the empress left, they still did not change their affection and never established a queen.

As a result, Fengqi Palace has no owner anymore, and the specifications remain unchanged. Even though the Empress has been gone for nearly 20 years, the emperor still often goes to Fengqi Palace to remember the deceased.

The person in the painting is wearing a moon-white long dress that drags the floor, his eyes are clear and beautiful, but the poinciana tree beside him is as fierce as fire. Emperor Jing Ren slowly caresses the face of the person in the painting, his eyes seem sad and happy.

It never occurred to him that she would die.

He thought he was perfectly in love with her—

——Even if he schemed against her family and wanted to break up her family, even if he poisoned her after she was pregnant, and used tricks to make her a living target inside and outside the palace, she would never be peaceful again, but he His love cannot be faked, and his love is also true.

He never wanted her to die, he just didn't want her to have children, he just wanted her to be sterile.He will also foster other princes under her name, and she will be the only queen, and no one will be able to surpass the queen mother who will be over ten thousand in the future.

Emperor Jingren raised his head and looked around, everything in Qifeng Palace was exactly the same as when she was still there, as if she was still alive.

It's a pity that you were born in Xie's family.

Therefore, it is destined not to give birth to an heir for me, and the future prince of Daqian must not shed most of the Xie family's blood.

Emperor Jingren's hands trembled, making the scroll rustle.

He never regretted it, he just never expected that she would know, that she would never be able to conceive again after that child, and he never thought that she would leave with such a resolute attitude, forcing him to keep her with her life child.

It's just that the empress probably never expected that Emperor Jing Ren would do such a shocking and unreasonable thing like letting the prince disguise himself as a woman.

"Do you think she hates me?"

Emperor Jing Ren's voice was very soft, almost muttering to himself.

Eunuch Yuan bent his back, and his voice was soft and thin: "My Majesty, my condolences, you are doing this for the stability of the country, and the empress will understand your good intentions when she understands it in heaven."

Emperor Jing Ren took a deep breath, and the phoenix tree in the picture scroll in his hand was as fierce as fire.

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Five days later, outside Yicheng.

This is Yicheng, every inch of this huge city has been soaked with the blood of the common people.

There was so much blood that blood and tears gushed out all over the sky, gathered into rain, and sank down with countless innocent souls, falling to the ground.

Standing below the city are tens of thousands of generals, their swords drawn and their crossbows drawn, their tight armor soaked in frost. On the city, Beidi soldiers' bows are like the full moon, pointing directly at the city with their poisonous arrows.

There was a silent confrontation between the city and the city, separated by countless blood, tears and innocent souls.

Only black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the rain was about to come.

Lord Xie raised his head slightly, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and the fierce coldness gushed out of it. The banner beside him was flying, with the word "Xie" painted on it with a silver hook, and the thousands of soldiers behind him just had to look at it. Holding this banner, the morale is as majestic as the sea, towering into the sky.

This is the trust and loyalty of countless Xie family members who sacrificed their lives for the country.

Xie Hou drew out his long saber and pointed his soldiers at the enemy general. Accompanied by thunderous drums, he shouted sharply:

"kill!"

Behind him, the wind blew, the flags covered the field, the soldiers' footsteps started to cover the sky with dust and smoke, and a golden light broke through the clouds, and this golden light reflected countless long knives raised, shouting loudly, and they all merged into one word—

"kill--"

The long arrows shot from the city were densely packed, like rain, and the swords and swords struck each other, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Some people fell down, but no one ever retreated.

The wooden piles constantly hitting the city wall, the rain of arrows covering the sky, the soldiers struggling to climb the city wall, and the hot oil poured down from the city wall...

Countless people fell down, but more people rushed forward without hesitation. They leaped over the corpses of their comrades, their faces were covered with blood, their eyes were about to tear apart, and they looked like evil spirits. Whose sons and theirs were they? Husbands or fathers, they fell to the ground, a pool of blood gathered under their bodies, their eyes were still open, and they kept looking at the sky.

Everyone who went to the battlefield is ready to never go back. They are the heroes of the big fight.

Several people have fought in ancient times.

The black clouds are gradually receding, and the golden light is getting stronger, as if it is about to tear the sky inch by inch, leaving no more haze.

The author says:

That Eunuch Yuan had appeared several times before, for example, he was the eunuch who read the marriage decree in the Xie Mansion back then.

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