The reborn son is vicious

Daxu Palace, Fengqi Hall

"Your Majesty," Zhang Kang, the chief eunuch, stood in the corner with his hands down, watching the red candle weeping. His master was still sitting in front of the dragon case, and he couldn't help but reminded cautiously: "It's already the third quarter of the day. Do you need a slave?" Undress for you?"

Murong Jing remained unmoved, still staring quietly at the incense burner with cloud and dragon patterns on the dragon table with deep eyes, as if he was wandering.

Zhang Kang had a headache.

It stands to reason that they have repeatedly simulated tomorrow's ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, enough to ensure that nothing goes wrong. Now they only need to wait for the emperor's order to go to Tanzhe Temple in a mighty manner at sunrise.

Then it was already dark at night, the emperor didn't need to review the memorial, and he didn't let him prepare to take a bath and change clothes, so he just sat quietly in front of the dragon table for half an hour, what was he doing?

Zhang Kang was deeply puzzled.

But he is a eunuch, and if his master doesn't speak, he can only wait.

However, Murong Jing didn't make him wait long, just when Zhang Kang was about to remind the emperor that he was not afraid of death again, the Ninth Five-Year Lord sitting behind the dragon case slowly spoke.

"Zhang Kang"

"The slave is here."

"Did I make a wrong decision?"

The question was endless, and an ordinary person would probably not be able to answer a single sentence. Fortunately, Zhang Kang is a fine man, and he still has the ability to adapt.

"Your Majesty, although this servant doesn't have much knowledge, he understands a truth, but this truth is probably..." Zhang Kang paused, and raised his eyes in fear.

Murong Jing chuckled immediately, looked at him and said: "You old bastard, give me another set, just say what you want, it doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

Zhang Kang slapped Qianer and continued: "Everyone in the world respects you as the Son of Heaven, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, but the slave is the person who has been with you since you were a child. The slave sincerely admires your wisdom and martial arts from the bottom of your heart. But the servant also knows that you are the Son of Heaven, and you are also a human being. Human beings will make mistakes, and in this world, it is impossible for a person who does not make mistakes all his life, the difference lies in the size of the mistakes made."

"That's an interesting theory, you go on."

Zhang Kang thanked the Lord Long En, and continued: "Looking at your Majesty, you have been in power for six years, and when I look at it from Daxu Dynasty, there is a clear sea, He Yan, singing and dancing, so I feel that you have made a mistake. It’s just a small, harmless mistake.”

His flattery was good, and Murong Jing laughed a few times, but he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly suppressed his smile, turned his eagle eyes to stare at Zhang Kang, and said slowly:

"When my father passed away, I was only eight years old. At that time, although I was the heir apparent, there were still wolves in front of me and tigers in the back, and how many pairs of eyes were staring at me. It was the queen mother, who lived alone in the palace. The front was alone, and led me step by step, to where I am today. I should have been a filial son, obedient to my mother and queen, but it's a pity..."

Murong Jing narrowed his eyes, "It's a pity that power is addictive. Over the years, my mother has become more and more confused. I can bear her colluding with the Min family and the Leng family, and I can also tolerate what Murong Qing did. , turn a blind eye, but I just don't understand - I have given them such a great freedom, why are these people still not satisfied? Or want to tell me what to do?!"

"The emperor is angry!" Zhang Kang knew in his heart that Murong Jing was expressing his dissatisfaction with the queen mother's excessive interference in his private life, but this kind of words are not good to listen to, and if a sentence is wrong, his old life will be lost up.

"The queen mother... originally wanted me to choose a queen from the Min family or the Leng family", but Murong Jing ignored it and continued to say slowly: "I also agreed. Being a queen, but if you look at what happened next, each one makes me worry. I can't go on like this, the queen mother is old, and I can't bear the world for the sake of filial piety—the queen's position, In fact, it doesn't matter who will do it, I don't care if I'm born a concubine, what I care about is the queen, you have to be obedient..."

"That's what the emperor said."

Zhang Kang didn't know what happened to Murong Jing, but he actually explained this to his servant, but when he remembered the third son of the Leng family who was going to become Empress Daxu tomorrow, he disapproved of the emperor's words.

——Look at Leng Zhaoyi's appearance. He has only been in the palace for a month, and he has been promoted to three ranks. He has been directly promoted from a concubine to a queen. Such a seemingly innocent half-grown child will really be so Is it what the emperor wishes, to be an obedient puppet?

Murong Jing glanced at Zhang Kang's fearful expression, chuckled a few times with unknown meaning, and suddenly changed the topic.

"Zhang Kang, you are an old man who was served by the late emperor. You are very clear about that incident back then, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the white-faced chief eunuch, who was still worried about whether Leng Xi would be obedient, instantly shuddered, and immediately knelt down to the emperor.

"Emperor, Your Majesty."

Murong Jing raised the corners of his mouth, "Auspicious Hall was flooded a few days ago, the Empress Dowager mentioned that person to me unintentionally, and even my good-for-nothing younger brother Murong Qing warned me, saying "that person has returned from the kingdom of hell", As the Son of Heaven, I do not believe in karma or destiny, so I just want to ask you: 16 years ago, was my Seventh Emperor brother... was strangled to death by the mother's own hands?"

At this moment, Zhang Kang, who was kneeling on the ground, was sweating like rain!

It's not that he is timid and afraid of death, but that this question is simply heartbreaking.

On a winter night 16 years ago, the Empress Dowager's family framed the then Empress Mo Xuan, killing the Empress Dowager who was in childbirth.

However, the people in the palace only knew that the seventh prince went with the former empress, but they didn't know that the little prince who could have survived was cut off by the current empress dowager.

But others don't know, but Zhang Kang knows, because he is an accomplice.

It was him who watched coldly the jade-like little prince being strangled by Queen Mother Min; The person who did it, let this tragedy, along with the heavy snow all over the sky, drift away in the long river of time.

But now the emperor suddenly asked about that matter again, what was he doing? Since ancient times, being with a king is like being with a tiger, let alone such a moody and moody Murong Jing!

"Don't be afraid," Murong Jing looked down at the uncontrollable trembling of the people on the ground, and smiled slowly.

"I won't kill you, I just want to make sure again, is the Seventh Prince dead or not?"

"Your Majesty," Zhang Kang hurriedly kowtowed, "I can guarantee my life. When this old slave carried the baby's body out of the palace, the child's body was already cold. Even if Hua Tuo was alive, it is absolutely impossible." ..."

"Then", Murong Jing was noncommittal, "Why do I keep hearing about the Seventh Prince's resurrection?"

Zhang Kang was speechless.

"Rumours are spreading everywhere, and the frontier is not peaceful. This small country has become more courageous over the years, and frequently disturbs my Daxu's safety... Zhang Kang, I know you are a genius, and tomorrow is the sacrifice." I really don't want to encounter any accidents again!"

"The servant understands, the servant will go now..."

But before he finished speaking, Murong Jing raised his hand and tapped on the table a few times, a black shadow fell silently to the emperor's feet.

Murong Jing's posture did not change, his strike was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he threw a piece of white paper in his sleeve towards the person at his feet.

The man caught it accurately, unfolded it for a look, put his hands together, pinched it hard, and the white paper turned into fine powder in his hands and dissipated in the air.

"Subordinate to order."

Zhang Kang stared dumbfounded, but he also knew that this was Murong Jing's shadow guard who had been by his side for many years and was loyal to him.

"What are you still kneeling for?" Murong Jing finished dealing with this matter, raised his eyes and saw Zhang Kang was still frozen there, and said impatiently: "Let's go to the Emerald Palace."

Emerald Palace?Zhang Kang was stunned for a moment, that was Leng Zhaoyi's bedroom!

According to the rules of the ancestors, the emperor and the empress were not allowed to meet each other on the eve of the wedding, but Murong Jing didn't care about this, and before Zhang Kang could react, he had already walked out.

The poor Jianer old man Jing Eunuch Zhang saw that his master was like this, so he stopped talking nonsense and quickly picked up the fox fur and chased Murong Jing out.

……

Emerald Palace

The "Seventh Prince", Leng Xi, in thin plain white pajamas, stood quietly in front of the luxurious nanmu bed, without panic and dissatisfaction, met the eyes of the person in front of him, and said indifferently

"What's the point of visiting late at night?"

He Liansheng didn't reply, he was so alone, standing proudly in the darkness with his hands behind his back, but the brilliance flowing from those slender phoenix eyes was impossible to ignore.

Leng Xi frowned reflexively.

This person... seems to be different from the last time we parted?

But He Liansheng didn't allow him to think for too long, while Leng Xi was distracted, the person opposite suddenly walked towards him silently.

"what are you doing?"

But this time, He Liansheng was not as cautious and cautious as before when facing him, but kept approaching him.

Leng Xi took two steps back in shock, until his back touched the bedpost.

He Liansheng didn't stop until he was only an inch away from the person opposite.

Leng Xi pretended to be calm and raised his head, squinting at the handsome face of the other party who was close at hand, suddenly figured out what was different about this man.

——It’s the aura.

It is the kind of dazzling aura that is no longer concealed and fully blooms in the world.

Powerful and fierce, the aura of a king who can slash thousands of troops and never kneel even with swords and axes.

Proud of the heroes.

Leng Xi withdrew his gaze, but sighed heavily from the bottom of his heart.

It is worthy of being a descendant of the royal family with noble blood. It is like a lotus that emerges from the mud and is not stained, like a white bird that soars into the sky. It is impossible for you to bury it in the soil and trap it in an iron cage. It will be broken and wiped out The splendor he deserves.

"He Liansheng..." The person close at hand whispered a name at this moment.

"What?" Leng Xi was stunned.

"Didn't you once say that you don't even know my name, so why do you believe me? Then I'll tell you now—my name is He Liansheng, and I'm the second son of Empress Moxuan, formerly of Daxu."

"..." Leng Xi fell silent for a while as if he hadn't reacted, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the exquisite face in front of him in disbelief, and his breathing quickened a bit.

"Helian...sheng? Helian...? You are...you and the Helian royal family of Jingjue Kingdom—!"

He Liansheng smiled sadly, looked into Leng Xi's surprised eyes for a while, and said word by word: "Yes, I am Murong Sheng, the Seventh Prince of Daxu, and I am also the illegitimate son of He Lianxuan, the regent of Jingjue Kingdom—— He Liansheng, So, Xi'er, are you satisfied?"

Leng Xi was completely stunned.

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