The Regent always wants me to take maternity leave [Transmigration Book]

At night, the Yanhe Hall is still brightly lit, full of music and music.

When Nie Linfeng stood at the door, his body was already stained with a lot of blood. He didn't remember how many people he had killed, but he only remembered that when the blood splashed on his face, it was warm, and then it immediately became cold again. Numb, I don't know how to feel warm or cold.

He tightened his grip on the sword, raised his hand and slammed open the door, a "bang" directly interrupted the music in the room.

Everyone was just in a daze at first, but when they saw Nie Linfeng's appearance, they panicked and ran away screaming.

He put on the armor that he hadn't worn for many years, the sword in his hand was stained with blood, and his face was also covered with blood, only a pair of eyes were too clean, like hatred, or anger, burning blazingly, but his expression was cold, It feels cold only in the deepest and coldest place in hell.

At this moment, he is not like a person, but more like a ghost, Shura.

Nie Linfeng has been in charge of the government for too long, so long that when people mention it, he looks like he is writing. He almost forgot that he was never a civil servant with no power to restrain a chicken. When he held a sword in both hands, he once left behind How many exploits and legends.

When he walked into Yanhe Hall with the sword in his hand, his heart was not as calm as his face.

He looked at the counterfeit who was embracing left and right in front of him, and his piercing eyes finally cracked a small gap, allowing him to see the accumulated despair that was about to overflow from below.

He called softly: "Your Majesty."

"You still know that I am His Majesty?" The trembling voice of the impostor contained the same anger, and some fear that he tried his best to cover up, "What do you want to come to Yanhe Hall with a sword, do you know that this is Beheaded?!"

Hearing this soft threat, Nie Linfeng just curled the corner of his mouth stiffly, but quickly retracted it again.

He can't see Niannian, why bother.

Nie Linfeng took another two steps forward. The impostor panicked completely, got up and threw himself on the bed, pulled out a knife on his forearm from under the pillow, and held it in his hand.

"You really know martial arts." Nie Linfeng just said this without thinking, and took a few steps closer, "Who are you planning to defend with this sword?"

The impostor didn't answer, just looked at him warily.

But in Nie Linfeng's view, this kind of vigilance was a bit ridiculous.

Maybe this person does have some force, but after so many years, he has never really practiced his sensuality for a day, so what is the use?

But resistance is also very troublesome, what if you accidentally get hurt?

Thinking about it, Nie Linfeng moved a little closer.

The sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and he raised his hand and slashed directly.

Just like what Nie Linfeng thought, the counterfeit had already struggled to pick up the knife, but he was just worried about hurting his body. Nie Linfeng was very careful and tried to cut him with only one knife, which ended up killing him.

Seeing the resentful look in his eyes when he fell down, Nie Linfeng only felt happy. He stood aside and watched the blood in that body gradually drain. , picked up the person.

The black hair of the person in his arms scattered with this movement, dragging the blood on the ground, instantly sticking together.

Seeing this, Nie Linfeng frowned and called out, "Fu Rui."

Fu Rui walked in from the outside of the house, seeing the scene, his legs softened, and he knelt down: "My lord..."

"Nian Nian has been with you since he was a child, and you will serve in the Yanhe Hall in the future." He said and raised his eyes to look at the door. Liu Fu had already been pierced by his sword when he entered the room, and the floor must have been stained with his blood. Dirty, "Prepare water and needlework, and... clean up the place."

Fu Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then responded tremblingly, got up and went to work.

When the servants were cleaning, he put Lian Yinlian in cold water, washed off the blood carefully, then dried himself, changed into clean clothes, and put him on the bed.

When Jiang Yanlan came over, seeing all this, her expression was a little numb, until she walked to the bed and saw Lian Yinlian's face, finally couldn't help but her eyes were red.

"My emperor..."

"Mother, Niannian will be worried." Nie Linfeng said, reaching out to touch Lian Yinlian's face, which had lost any warmth, but it made him feel a sense of familiarity.

He bent down, kissed Qin Lian Yinlian's brow, and said slowly: "I have already had someone make a cold iron bed, and I will have someone move it here later, and then I will change this Yanhe Hall, so... Before it’s done, Nian Nian’s body won’t be corrupted either.”

Jiang Yanlan nodded her head, bent down, and kissed Lian Yinlian's forehead like Nie Linfeng did.

"The emperor is afraid of the dark, you should be more careful."

"I will." Nie Linfeng responded, and sat with Jiang Yanlan in Yanhe Hall for a whole day, no one said a word, just staring at the person on the bed, until the night fell, he carried the person to the next person Sent on the cold iron bed.

After Nie Linfeng ascended the throne, he didn't change his year name, and he didn't mention the funeral of the former emperor.

If you know, you dare not ask; if you don't know, you can't ask.

After he ascended the throne, he deterred the few dissatisfied ministers in the court with thunderous means. In the next few years, he devoted all his thoughts to the government. The emperor is better, a hundred times better, and even the harem is completely different from the previous emperor's style.

The previous emperor had three thousand beauties in the harem, but after Nie Linfeng became emperor, he never even set foot in the harem. All the ministers who advised him to accept his concubine were severely punished, and no one dared to mention it after that.

The ministers only thought that he wanted to put his mind on the right path, and they always persuaded each other, saying that after two years, he settled down, and he would naturally have a son.

But when everything settled down, Nie Linfeng still didn't accept a concubine. Instead, he chose a child with superior temperament, intelligence and quick-wittedness from the few relatives of the previous emperor, and made him the crown prince and adopted him under the name of the former emperor.

Everyone couldn't understand him, and some even thought he was crazy.

But Nie Linfeng didn't explain a word. On the night of the Prince's Grand Ceremony, he sat at the desk in the Hall of Yanhe and wrote the last edict.

In order to keep Lian Yinlian's body immortal, the Yanhe Hall has undergone a lot of renovations, and there is a cold air that can't go away in all seasons. Nie Linfeng has lived here for a long time, and his whole body is also cold, but at this time his expression has never been the same in the past few years. too soft.

"My lord." When Fu Rui entered the room, he saw that he was drafting an edict, and he didn't approach him with the hot soup.

It was rumored in the palace that the new emperor was crazy, so he hid the body of the previous emperor in the Yanhe Palace and refused to bury him, but Fu Rui didn't think so.

He took care of Lian Yinlian when he was a child, so he naturally knew how important Lian Yinlian was to Nie Linfeng. Others might not understand what Nie Linfeng was doing, but he did, just like Jiang Yanlan did.

He understood that Nie Linfeng would never make Lian Yinlian feel uncomfortable, and understood that everything Nie Linfeng did was for Lian Yinlian.

It has been a few years since he ascended the throne, and everyone is used to calling him Your Majesty, but he only refuses to call him that, probably because he is afraid that Lian Yinlian will feel uncomfortable.

Or... something else, a simpler reason.

"Let's put it there." Nie Linfeng looked at Fu Rui, put down his pen, clenched his hand into a fist against his lips and coughed a few times, then tapped the edict on the table with his finger, "Tonight, there will be no one to serve the Yanhe Hall. And... pass the order, you won't be in court for a few days, and after three days, read this edict in front of all the officials."

Hearing this, Fu Rui walked over, took a look, and was startled secretly: "My lord, this..."

"Don't talk too much, let's go out." Nie Linfeng waved his hand, didn't touch the bowl of soup, but walked to the bed, sat down beside Lian Yinlian, and called him softly, "Nian Nian."

Lian Yinlian's complexion was already ugly, but looking at him, Nie Linfeng could still remember his appearance when he was still alive, his voice and smile.

His Nian Nian is the most delicate, so cold, must be uncomfortable.

"Tonight, my brother will take you out to play, okay?" Nie Linfeng said, reached out and hugged the person lying on the bed, walked to the bronze mirror, put it in front of the chair that had already been placed, took the comb and began to give him Arrange hair, change clothes.

The red auspicious suit was on him, and it contrasted strangely with the gray face, but Nie Linfeng felt that it looked good. He glanced at the auspicious suit that belonged to him on the table, and his heart that had been cold began to turn cold again. There is warmth.

He changed into his clothes, and left Yanhe Hall and the palace with Lian Yinlian in his arms.

A carriage outside the palace had been waiting for a long time, the interior of the carriage was as cold as Yanhe Palace, he put Lian Yinlian away carefully, then drove the carriage away from the capital, and walked towards a mountain.

There is the mausoleum that he has made over the years. The location is extremely remote. It takes two days to walk from the capital, and it takes a long time to walk.

The craftsmen who built it all signed death contracts, and they were given enough money to keep their families safe and sound for the rest of their lives, allowing them to die with peace of mind, so that no one would know the location of the mausoleum, and no one would disturb them in the future.

When he walked into the mausoleum with Lian Yinlian in his arms, Nie Linfeng had already left the capital for three or four days, and there was probably a mess there.

But he didn't care, and he didn't want to.

He promised the first emperor to assist Lian Yinlian well, and he has already fulfilled it.

Now, he has to do something that he wants to do.

Close the door of the tomb, go forward along the tomb passage, all the way there are burning lamps, send them to the tomb, there are also full of lamps, and there are many sacrificial vessels scattered around, all things that Lian Yinlian likes. .

In the center of the tomb are two exquisite sarcophagi, one made by Lian Yin, and the other prepared by Nie Linfeng for himself.

Once the door of the tomb is closed, it cannot be opened from the outside by conventional means. He has never thought about going out, nor does he want to go out.

Putting Lian Yinlian into the sarcophagus and kissing his lips for the last time, Nie Linfeng was never satisfied before.

"Nian Nian, I'm here to accompany you."

A low voice echoed in the tomb, and after that, there was an eternal silence.

When the long light went out, Lian Yinlian suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness, gasped for breath, touched the side of the bed with red eyes, heaved a sigh of relief when he felt the familiar temperature, and tears fell down down.

Nie Linfeng was awakened, and when he heard Lian Yinlian crying, he panicked: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He quickly got up, stretched out his hand to check Lian Yinlian's body, "Are you sick? Or did you hit something?"

Lian Yinlian shook his head, and threw himself into Nie Linfeng's arms without saying anything, just crying.

This dream was too scary and too real. Thinking about how Nie Linfeng lived in the next few years, his heart felt as if it was torn in two, dripping with blood, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even breathe.

"Niannian?" Nie Linfeng was a little anxious, "You, don't cry, I'll let Fu Rui teach the imperial physician."

Lian Yinlian still shook his head, holding Nie Linfeng's hand a little tighter.

At that moment, Nie Linfeng suddenly understood something, and didn't say anything else. He just stroked his back silently, and waited until Lian Yinlian's crying subsided, before he lowered his head and kissed his hair.

He thought that Lian Yinlian must be dreaming.

But he didn't ask what he dreamed about.

Whatever it is, at least, they're fine now.