Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

Tonight, the Forbidden City is full of wind and lightning, and the rain has turned the world white.Emperor Longkang fell into a nightmare, as if he hadn't woken up for many years.

The lotus leaves swayed away from the blue waves, and the white fish with jade feet under the sun was looming.Feng Cong raised his eyes minutely, and found that the owner of those feet was also looking back at him.

It was difficult for Emperor Longkang to describe the profound thoughts in that glance.He is a jade tree climbing out of the brocade, and there are rules to follow when stretching his waist and standing up branches.From the first understanding of personnel affairs to the establishment of the crown princess, he has never seen such a woman in his lackluster love experience. He dared to play barefoot in the water in front of the world, and he was not panicked when he was discovered by a foreign man. Instead, he opened a pair of bright and beautiful eyes proudly. sized each other up.

"Outside the customs, if anyone dares to stare at me for such a long time, this princess must have his eyes gouged out and thrown into the pond to feed the fish."

Only then did Feng Cong realize what a rude and stupid thing he had done.He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, blushing, but couldn't help thinking: It would be a pity not to wear something on such white and slender feet.

After that day, he learned that the woman by the lotus pond who claimed to be a princess was actually just a tribute from Miner Xiaobang.They dressed her richly in gold, but forgot to put chains on her wild bare feet.In this Forbidden City where life is hard to walk on thin ice, a pair of unsuspecting feet is destined to be cut and dripping with blood.

Feng Cong looked at the pain in his heart, and when they met again, he took out the agate bead string he had made long ago, and said to her: "As long as you are willing to trust me and help me, I will make you the most favored woman in the palace." , just like the lonely mother concubine."

Feng Cong's mother and concubine are the daughters of the Gao family. For him, the word "foreign relative" is not only the confidence to sit firmly on the throne, but also the chains that bind his hands and feet.Feng Cong didn't want to be the emperor, he urgently needed to win the trust of the first emperor as a condition for unlocking the chain in the future.

She stared at him, and took the "chains" he gave her without hesitation.

In this way, Feng Cong disdainfully let a woman become a prisoner instead of him.What's even more ridiculous, he forgot the throbbing of the first glance, and even in the later happy moments, he still thought that they were just getting what they needed.

It didn't take long for the little princess to learn to obey the rules under his guidance.She killed Benzhen, and kept correcting herself according to what the late emperor liked, and soon got a new title.The word Xuan, the jade used in offering sacrifices to heaven, may have predestined the girl's heroic and pure ending from the very beginning.

A policy theory that has been carefully polished for a long time, exposing the inextricable connection between the favorite concubine and the prince;

Later, when Qiu Xi fell off the horse, the imperial physician exposed the truth about the late emperor's incomprehension of human relations, and even the fetus in her womb was under suspicion.The Fuya Palace underwent shocking changes, and hundreds of unjust souls appeared in the Forbidden City overnight, and she also passed away after giving birth desperately.

According to the midwife, the concubine did not die of a blood collapse at all. She cut the child's umbilical cord with her own hands, and then inserted the scissors into her own heart.

Only with such a tragic and unacceptable end can the discord in the late emperor's heart be truly dispelled.

In Feng Cong's repeated nightmares day after day, he could always see a large handful of blood gushing out from her heart, staining the agate on her chest red.Oh, by the way, that idiot woman never regarded the agate string he gave as a shackle, she put it in the most important position in her heart, and sacrificed to him first with freedom and finally with life.

However, Feng Cong always regarded this as a fair deal.

He thought that neither he nor she was emotional.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the abandoned concubine Xiahou, the old man fell into a dream earlier than before, she stretched out her hand to Emperor Longkang and smiled.

The hand who was best at dancing swords in the past learned to add fragrance to the red sleeves in order to please the late emperor.He always lamented the natural beauty of bones, but neglected to pluck out the thick calluses on the palms that were worn out by swords, and then wait for them to heal slowly and grow fresh tender flesh.This process is as long and painful as reborn.

She was bleeding all over, and she gradually became unrecognizable.Emperor Longkang greeted him with all his strength, and then fell into a bloody tide.At a certain moment, he saw his intention clearly, and thought about ending it, but Feng Cong didn't know what pulled him back in the end.

Emperor Longkang opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed Bai Fu'er's hand that was trying to wipe his sweat, and in just a few moments, pinched the callus in his palm before feeling a little relieved: "Why are you awake? Are you choosing a seat? "

From skin to bone, the woman in front of him was exactly the same as when he first saw her.

Feng Cong allowed Bai Fu'er to wear the sword anytime and anywhere, and he rewarded her with countless rare treasures, but none of them had anything to do with agate.If possible, Emperor Longkang only wanted to return to the domineering and rude Princess Xiahou by the lotus pond, not the empathetic concubine Xuan.

Bai Fu'er said: "Your Majesty, you are in a nightmare. You kept calling someone's name in your dream, and woke up all the concubines."

Emperor Longkang said wearily: "If you are worried that you won't be able to sleep well here, hurry up tomorrow and ask them to clean up the East Nuan Pavilion for you, so as to save you a lot of trouble."

But Bai Fu'er shook his head, "Concubine is fine, I'm just worried about your Majesty's health. Fo'er has found someone among the people who can completely cure your dream palpitations. Please send an order to summon him."

At this moment, it was half past Haishi, and the palace gate had already been keyed.Although Emperor Longkang felt that Bai Fo'er asked him to summon other people at this time, it seemed somewhat strange, but he didn't want to take away her kindness, so he patted the back of her hand, closed his eyes and turned his head away, "Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

There was a chill on Yin Ba's neck, and he stared blankly. In the darkness, Bai Fu'er's long and narrow phoenix eyes were shining brightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was illuminated by the sword light.

"you……"

A corner of the Baoyu incense tent was blown up by the wind, and the candles in the sleeping hall were completely extinguished.With the lightning flashing across the sky outside the window, he was startled to see a ghostly figure appearing in front of the bed.

The moment Emperor Longkang saw the man's face clearly, the coolness on the side of his neck quickly spread to his limbs and bones.He braced himself and said: "Where is the madman, how dare you imitate my yellow robe and add body! Someone—"

"Where is the lunatic who dare to imitate my yellow robe and add body!" Even the voice imitated lifelike, and there were no mistakes.

Bai Fu'er exerted a little force on his hand: "The concubine is here, what does Your Majesty want to call someone to do?"

Fear is like a bug biting, densely crawling all over the heart.Emperor Longkang struggled to get up, but was quickly pushed back by the sword, and the moment blood seeped out, he heard his voice trembling: "You guys are plotting treason..."

With a face that was the same as his, the man laughed contemptuously, turned his head and said to Bai Fu'er: "The rebels say we are rebelling, is there any more ridiculous joke in the world than this?"

No.

Bai Fu'er retracted his sword back to its sheath, and pointed a snake-like finger at the "Emperor Longkang" who was standing on the ground, and said with a cold expression: "This yellow robe is worn by those who can do it. Your majesty is exhausted for the sake of state affairs. It is difficult to support the country. The concubines are full of worries, and after several searches, they finally find someone who can take the place of His Majesty to hold the throne. From now on, the country is the king of the country, and His Majesty can just entrust it with peace of mind."

"Rebel, rebel!" Emperor Longkang's voice gradually weakened, turning into a ho-ho hoot under a white silk, and finally disappeared in the sound of wind, thunder, and the exclamation of the guards at the palace gate, "I'm out of the water!" .

There was only a soft "click".

The torrential rain outside the house vented.

Before the silver scissors were touched, the candles fell first, Cang Lang frowned, thinking that this was not a good omen.

"Sir, don't stand by the window for too long, be careful that the rain wets your clothes." In a daze, one arm went around behind and fastened Qu Shu, and when it fell, it wrapped around Cang Lang's waist. Mr. rub it for me."

Cang Lang pulled the horseshoe-foot case, and when he sat cross-legged, leaned his head forward, "The war in Nanyang is going smoothly, and if there are no accidents, we will see the outcome before the end of this month. The investigation on Chi Xiaoyu's side is also stepping up. Safe, there is not much room left for the Qiang people."

Cang Lang's fingers pointed at the folds of Feng Lin's forehead, and stretched them outward along the brow bone, "Boy Lang really lived up to expectations."

The fingertips were close to the eyelids and they were touched and closed. After a while, Feng Lin said in a muffled voice: "Mr. has a good way of knowing people."

Cang Lang developed it for Feng Linsan, and poked his fingers in, "Why does it sound like vinegar?"

"Mr. Wang Langlin gave him a pair of armbands before he took office, and he should be wearing them now." Feng Lin simply closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

Cang Lang twisted a lock of hair around his finger, hung his neck and asked, "Arm tie, don't you have it?"

"I do not have."

Cang Lang withdrew his hand, "I'm sending you off now, is it too late?"

"Now?" Feng Lin opened his eyes, shining brightly.

Cang Lang leaned over with a smile, stretched his arms over the horseshoe case, and pulled something from the antique shelf—the ability of this hidden object is comparable to Huaying—and pressed it on Feng Lin's chest.

"Today's birthday, have you forgotten?"

Feng Lin's biological mother was an abandoned concubine in the cold palace, she died quietly on the day she gave birth to him, and her body was taken to the imperial mausoleum to fill a hole.Such a life experience is not glorious for a prince, no one in the palace dared to touch his life experience, Feng Lin also didn't want to have such a bloody birthday, and never took the initiative to mention it to the outside world.

It was when he was in Songjiang Mansion, in order to conceal his background, he accepted a congratulatory gift from the Grand Tutor, but he didn't even dare to tell the truth about his real birthday.

"A person knows where he came from, so he knows the way back. I know you don't want to mention it, but it's all over, isn't it?" Cang Lang bumped his legs and shook him lightly.This is actually a posture for holding a child, but Feng Lin is at ease in her husband's intimate whispers.

Cang Lang said again: "This is the first birthday for you as a teacher, and there will be many more in the future. I don't want Ah Lin to be safe for a hundred years as a teacher. I only hope that you will be happy every year."

Feng Lin moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she was caught in her husband's hope and seemed to lose her voice.It wasn't until a series of urging voices came from outside the window that Feng Lin got up as if he had just woken up from a dream. He had already picked up the reins and walked to the courtyard, but suddenly he shot back with his carbine in a hurry.

He bent down and put it next to Canglang's ear, and said softly, "Sir, wait for me to come back and have a bowl of birthday noodles."

Three years ago, the boy A Lin made the same request, and now he finally got his wish.

King Yan rode his horses all the way through the rain, and when he reached the East Side Hall, the fire had already been extinguished, and red silk umbrellas came out of the small sedan chair one after another, all of them were important officials with high ranks.

The military boots stepped through the puddles and stepped into the gate of the palace, just as Emperor Longkang was sitting on the stone steps outside the hut, wrapped in a brocade quilt, and beside him was Mrs. Hanyu with disheveled temples. Panic escape.

The lower cabinet ministers are arranged in order, only the position of the chief assistant is vacant.

Feng Lin stepped forward quickly, and knelt down on one knee: "My brother's escort came late, please forgive me."

He didn't notice that Emperor Longkang rolled his eyes a few times, exchanged glances with Bai Fu'er quickly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get up."

Feng Lin vaguely felt that the voice of the saint tonight seemed a little strange, but a fire almost burned the entire forbidden area to ashes, and now is not the time to pursue this.

Bai Fu'er wiped the drops of water from her forehead, leaving gray marks where the cuff brushed, she said abruptly: "It's so late to save you, Your Majesty almost died in it just now, do you know that? No one will be there until the fire burns." Come to the rescue, what are the guards doing for food!"

Some crying made people dumbfounded, even Feng Lin couldn't help swallowing: "The emperor's body is not yet safe, and he was frightened again. It must be properly settled. Please also ask my wife to move to another place with the emperor."

Bai Fu'er said coldly: "Whose fault is it that the Son of Heaven is frightened? The guards in the Forbidden City are always under the command of the prince. What happened tonight, do you want to take it away with a single word?"

Feng Lin heard what she meant, and folded his brows forcefully: "Ma'am, what do you mean?"

As soon as the fire was extinguished, he was not in a hurry to investigate the cause, but was eager to be held accountable, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that something was wrong.However, since Feng Lin accepted the case of Hu Jingzhai collaborating with the enemy, the already disharmonious relationship between him and the cabinet has become even worse.At this moment, all the ministers who once flaunted their treachery chose to remain silent without exception.

Under the double bullying of aggressiveness and silent acquiescence, the atmosphere fell to freezing point.Feng Lin stood in the shadow of the palace wall, as if trapped in an involuntary ravine. He struggled for several years after the Songjiang reverse poem case, only to realize that he had never escaped.

Emperor Longkang cleared his throat, raised his hand to signal Bai Fo'er to keep quiet, and said to Feng Lin, "My sleeping hall was burnt down, and the guards are to blame. I also know that King Yan has been working hard on Hu Shoufu's case recently. If you need to let it go, let it go.”

The author says:

Why am I late, because!I have a dog!Yesterday I was holding the dog codeword, and I didn’t dare to hit the keyboard hard, for fear of waking up the little boy. In the past two days, I haven’t updated diligently on weekends. Please forgive me~