after the ecstasy accident

The only one who can infiltrate Qinzheng Hall without a sound is Yanyi, the head of the hidden guard of the current Holy Majesty.

Yang Xiu leaned over his desk to review the memorial, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the slight movement: "You're back? You've been shopping for supper for so long, what good things did you bring back?"

Yan Yi's footsteps were very light, and he couldn't catch them if he didn't pay attention carefully. It's just that the Hall of Qinzheng is too big and quiet, and it's as cold as a dust falling from the beam can make waves.

Didn't Yang Xiu hear it? When he heard the response, he raised his head in doubt.

Yan Yi put down the food box, silently took out a small bowl of shredded chicken wonton and put it lightly in front of Yang Xiu.

The bowl is not big, and the clear soup is soaked with three or four wontons with skin as thin as gauze, embellished with green onion, it is full of color, fragrance and taste.

It is the craftsmanship of the imperial chef, and it is the food used by the emperor.

But shouldn't it be what Yan Yi wanted? Shared likes.

"Your Majesty." Yan Yi took a step back and knelt on the ground, looking down at the jade-paved ground and the emperor's shoes in front of him, with a calm voice, "There will be more waves on the border of the Xiongnu, this exchange of protons... Let's go down."

After a long while, Yanyi heard the voice of the emperor with mixed emotions and anger from above his head. It was very faint, but mixed with a kind of depression: "Stand... come."

Yan paused, stood up, but still lowered his head.

A pair of slender hands stretched out to pinch Yan Yi's chin and raised Yan Yi's head slightly with force. The touch was slightly cool, and Yan Yi raised his eyes and saw Yang Xiu's eyes burning with anger.

His Highness finally became His Majesty to the people of the world, but his eyes were still as bright as before.

Yang Xiu didn't speak, just looked at Yan Yi.The hand pinching Yan Yi's chin was slightly loosened and stretched out, the fingertips slowly slid from Yan Yi's ear to the neck, gently hooking Yan Yi's Adam's apple, and the jade-colored fingertips were stained with a touch of water color .

Yang Xiu withdrew his finger and rubbed it, put it on his mouth and licked it, chuckled, but his eyes were full of coldness: "The best knives are the best wines that are rarely seen in the palace. See? It seems that there is something wrong with seeing it." Someone?... Lu Fen?"

"If you don't deal with your own affairs cleanly, it's up to you to discipline... my people? Well, it's really great." Yang Xiu's voice was very gentle, but Yan Yi could hear the dark anger in it.

When Yang Xiu was really angry, it was just like now? Like a piece of burning ice, the anger was wanton but dark, and he really wanted to kill.

Yan said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, the imperial edict has been issued. Now that the court has been settled, the harem cannot be without a master for a day. Do you really want to let Yan watch you get married? Queen?"

……

Before Yan Yi, who was holding the imperial decree, could walk out of the gate of Qinzheng Hall, he heard the crackling sound of porcelain shattering behind him.

Yan stopped and looked up? To the square? The moon in the city.

The blue bricks and green tiles are indeed completely different from those outside the palace.

Thinking about it, the last bowl of wontons I made failed to enter the mouth of His Highness...

Back then, he promised to cook a meal for His Highness, but he broke his promise in the end.

That's it.

……

Inside the Hall of Qinzheng, the Son of Heaven sits quietly on the throne, his hands trembling slightly in the sleeves of his bright yellow robe.

The wreckage of the flower vase on the side was shattered all over the floor, and the Yantai brush washer on the table was also swept to the ground, staining the scattered memorials.

A person walked into the hall, but it seemed to be countless times colder and more empty than before.

Yang Xiu stretched out his hand to hold the spoon and scooped a wonton into his mouth.

The temperature is carefully controlled by the cook, and the warm wontons pass through the esophagus with the cook's countless cathartic love.

Yang Xiumian? Chewed expressionlessly, one after another, and there was not even a drop of soup left.

***——***——***

On this day, Xie Yu was studying Go with a chess record. Opposite him sat a stinky chess player Lu Damao who was even better than a beginner like him.

Playing Go like this? Lu Fen has never been able to sit still. It all depends on the opposite side? There is a little Yugan hanging up—even if this is the case, Lu Fen has played Go for an hour from the beginning to the present. ? Less yawns.

Xie Yu is a character who can study deeply. He was facing the chess record and was putting down a white chess piece seriously, when his hand suddenly stopped.

Lu Fen also felt something, and swallowed it back in the middle of a yawn, and his eyes under the curled eyelashes showed sharpness for a moment.

Xie Yu unhurriedly closed the chess record in his hand and put it away on the side of the table, stood up and tidied up his clothes: "It's time."

As soon as the words fell, the two people? The picture in front of them began to spin and twist like a revolving lantern, and flew towards a certain direction?

That is the direction where the imperial city is located.

Where is Yang Xiu?

Time was passing by in this rapidly distorted light. Xie Yu and Lu Fen slowly walked into the imperial city and into the palace. On the side of Xiu's bed, time stopped.

Although the face of the Son of Heaven on the bed has not changed, his hair has turned gray.He opened his eyes as if aware of it, and said softly: "Everyone back down."

The surrounding maids and servants all retreated, and the heavy door was closed from the outside.

Yang Xiu looked at the two people who suddenly appeared by the bed, and the corners of his mouth twitched vigorously: "Sure enough...you are really not ordinary magic sticks."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dark compartment next to the bed: "Here's the thing? Here, take it."

This pair of dragons was originally an unwritten object that represented the emperor's sincere preference for the successor. At the time, the old emperor failed to get it from the first emperor, but Yang Xiu wore the blue and white double dragons on his waist in a dignified manner when he was in court. between.

Even the old emperor's confidantes and veterans couldn't say that the third prince was orthodox -- not to mention that the news of the third prince's accidental death later spread back to the capital.

Time has passed? A year has passed, and Yang Xiu not only has a queen of noble birth, but the queen gave birth to the eldest son a month ago, who will be the future emperor of the Daqing Dynasty.

Lu Fen stepped forward to wrap Yang Xiu's body with Yin Qi, and then stretched out a trace of Yin Qi to grab the Gu worms in Yang Xiu's body, cut a wound with a knife and dragged the two Gu worms out neatly.

Xie Yu had already taken out the box in the dark compartment at this time, and when he saw it, he took out Shuanglong Jue, handed the empty box to Lu Fen, closed the two Gu worms that had been fed fat and round, and stopped them with a swipe of his finger The shallow incision on Yang Xiu's wrist that overflowed with blood beads healed in a short while.

Yang Xiu's complexion suddenly changed from the original bitter defeat to ruddy, which was just like returning to the light. He looked at Xie Yu and Lu Fen, and said, "This third thing..."

"Your Majesty." Xie Yu interrupted what Yang Xiu was about to say, "Why don't you owe me? In the future, Xie will definitely give His Majesty a satisfactory deal."

Yang Xiu smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

Forget it, see that idiot for the last time? So what?Let him go to the funeral for himself?

Forget it, after tossing that idiot for the first half of his life, don't end up becoming that idiot's nightmare in the end.

Yang Xiu thought about the scene when he sent that person out of Beijing a year ago. At that time, he should still be that person? His majesty, handsome and unparalleled, his highness?

It's fine, I'll always remember that look... that's fine too.

Xie Yu looked at the engraved text on the green and white double dragon that only he and Lu Fen could see. At this time, the text on it was already engraved with the life of Yang Xiu, the legendary emperor, and it was only the dragon's tail. There is still an empty block.

The scene around the two of them was distorted again, and time passed quickly, beside them were silhouettes of people passing back and forth quickly.

The emperor passed away, the previous dynasty was suppressed by the emperor before this, civil servants and military generals constrained each other, and the young prince even had a prince and Taifu who helped him wholeheartedly. The emperor died too early and the chaotang, who was a little flustered, supported him with one hand.

At the border, the little prince taught by Yan Yiyi single-handedly shouldered the heavy burden of defense, and foreign enemies dared not make any advances.

The Daqing Dynasty lay dormant for the time being, waiting for the prologue of the next legend.

Lu Fen looked at the Shuanglong Jue in Xie Yu's hand, and asked him, "Where do you want to go?"

Xie Yu thought for a while and asked him, "If you were Yan Yi, what would you do?"

Originally, Xie Yu might have thought of dying for himself or defending the border, but he didn't expect Lu Fen to say: "I will kill the queen."

Xie Yu was stunned.

Lu Fen raised his chin confidently: "If you don't believe me, go and see?"

When the two of them walked to Fengming Hall, they happened to see Yan Yi in black clothes stepping into the bedroom where the empress and prince lived.

Xie Yu frowned: "The queen should be Yang Xiu's protective umbrella for the prince. If he thinks about it, he should know that he shouldn't touch the queen."

Lu Fen sneered: "He has always been guarding only his Highness, not the Daqing Dynasty. The chain that tied the wolf is broken, how can there be anyone in this world? Can you stop the lone wolf who lost his love? I love you so much. The child of that person can certainly live, but the woman he touched?... Heh."

Xie Yu touched the back of his neck: "I don't know how to marry a woman? Don't be so ambiguous."

"Humph."

Lu Fen walked into Fengming Palace with Xie Yu with his hands in his hands. The queen who was dismantling the gold hairpin in front of the mirror saw Yan Yi who walked in with a very strange expression, with joyful familiarity.

Yan Yi's expression was very cold, and the killing intent overflowed from his body bit by bit.

The queen's face turned pale, and she rushed over? He hurriedly pressed Yan Yi's knife, and said repeatedly: "Boss! It's me, look? It's clearly me! I'm Dark Sixteen!!"

Yan Yi was stunned, looking at the little prince who was quietly sleeping in the cradle next to him.

The queen rushed back to the dressing table in two steps at the fastest speed to remove the disguise on her face, and turned her head with a plain face? To Yan Yi: "Boss! When did you come back! The master said that you will arrive soon I didn't expect it to be so soon—by the way, this is a letter from the master."

As he spoke, he took out the envelope in the box and handed it to Yan Yi.

Yan Yi's hands trembling as he opened the envelope, the rice paper inside was just a simple line of words:

Wonton is not bad, you did not break your promise.

The edge of the soft rice paper was instantly crumpled by Yan Yi's vigorous fingers, and An Shiliu caught a glimpse of Yan Yi's terrified expression, and did not dare to vent his breath.

"Little prince, what's going on?" Yan Yi's eyes were red, and his whole body was slapped with a huge surge of regret, as if he had been slapped hard and hard by someone.

"Ah... the master made arrangements before he ascended the throne. When we cleaned up the influence of the third prince, the master found out that a concubine was pregnant with his posthumous child. Later, the concubine was taken to the palace and has been raised in the cold palace. ?My child was carried by the master and replaced with the queen's child."

"Queen... all the time, it's you?"

"Yes, yes..."

An Shiliu was a little confused, and in the next second, he watched the tall and straight man in front of him collapse like a dead tree that had been drained of its vitality.

The author has something to say: forget it, forget it, there are still three chapters to go back, I miss Guo Changshan little baby woo woo woo

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