After the rebirth, the emperor will never forget me

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It was a servant who came, bowed his head respectfully, presented an invitation and left.

"The court meeting..."

Lanxizhu's fingertips lightly brushed the three big gold characters on the invitation, and he recited silently.

It was originally to congratulate the eldest princess that the sun and the moon are in her arms.

Suihe is going to entertain the children of officials and ministers, and go to the Zhuangzi under her name to be lively.

Lan Xiyun pointed to the next meal.

Xiao Si rejected Miss Bai's family before, but the left and right are not children anymore, they have reached the age to talk about marriage.

Now that he has this opportunity, it is just for him to get to know the daughters of those officials.

At the dinner table in the evening, Lan Xiyun mentioned this to Lan Xizhu.

Seeing that his fourth brother was absent-minded, he reminded him aloud and told him to go to the banquet.

At this time, Lanxi Zhu was still thinking about the daytime affairs.

After his eldest brother left, he searched out many forged secret letters from the secret compartment on the last shelf of the study.

The letter was probably written in Hiran, which he couldn't quite understand.

But how could it not make people suspect that there is a ghost hiding these things in the mansion of the current minister of Nan Heng Kingdom?

The hidden compartment looks very inconspicuous, and even the eldest brother may not have noticed it.

In the previous life, the eldest brother was unprepared, so he fell into the villain's tricks so easily.

Those who put this letter will be punished.

The evidence of the crime has been found, and it may only be two days before Lan Xiyun is framed and charged.

After asking again aloud, Lanxi Zhu suddenly came back to his senses.

Lan Xiyun frowned and said, "Xiao Si, what are you thinking so preoccupied with?"

Lanxi Zhu's eyes dodged, "It's nothing."

"Well, then don't forget to go to the banquet in the future. The third child is in the Hou's mansion, and he probably has received an invitation. Then you two will go with your sister-in-law and nephew."

"Yes." Lanxizhu nodded and agreed without hesitation.

He was so preoccupied with the matter of the secret letter that he was not even interested in such a banquet.

But he didn't expect that on the day of the meeting, Qi Heng would also appear in Suihe's Zhuangzi.

But he didn't come to the garden fair in person, he just rested in a certain attic of Zhuangzi.

Lanxi Zhu's hanging heart fell, there are so many people here, Qi Heng always remembers to avoid others when he wants to do anything.

The scenery in Zhuangzi is very good, there are rockeries everywhere, small clear ponds, and maidservants pass by from time to time, but their footsteps and conversations are extremely light.

It was supposed to be a banquet, but it was held like an elegant gathering.

Lanxizhu didn't care to enjoy the flowers and scenery, so he found a splendid pavilion and sat down.

Who would have thought that sipping tea quietly would provoke others.

"General Lan."

A clear and refreshing voice came, and it seemed that he was very warm with himself.

He looked up at the person who came, and found that he had no impression of this person in his memory.

But looking at the dark yellow prince's suit embroidered with double dragons on his body, Lan Xizhu guessed that he was probably a certain prince.

"My lord is well."

Lanxizhu stood up and returned the salute respectfully.

The visitor raised his eyelids, his eyes flashed with surprise. "Do you know the king?"

Lanxizhu looked slightly embarrassed, he didn't know the prince.

No wonder he was imprisoned in the palace early by Qi Heng in his previous life. Even in the first 19 years when he was still free, he was mostly spent in Saibei.

In Hengdu, he really didn't know anyone, and the names of these people were all heard from the mouths of gossip servants.

Before he could answer, Qi Huai found him a step down.

"I forgot how conspicuous my clothes are." He smiled indifferently, lifted the back of his clothes and sat on the stone bench.

"This king is the fourth son of the late emperor."

Qi Huai, His Royal Highness King Zhao, his mother and concubine was the last saint of Xilan Kingdom, and she also passed away in the palace a long time ago.

The prince of a foreign race has lost the chance to succeed to the throne since he was born, and King Zhao is destined to be an idle prince.

Lanxizhu didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't dare to be perfunctory on his face.

"My humble minister is disrespectful."

"It's okay," Qi Huai stared at him with presumptuous eyes. "My king heard that the emperor thinks highly of General Lan. General Lan has worked hard to guard the northern part of the Great Wall."

"Your Majesty's praise."

Lanxizhu's response has always been indifferent, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to cater to others under the condition of not offending others.

Maybe one day she will be forced to marry by Qi Heng. At that time, the next time she will see the sun outside the palace is unknown, why bother to know these people.

"This king also... admires the general very much."

Qi Huai's eyes suddenly became unpredictable.

The man suddenly approached Lanxi Bamboo, only half an arm's length away from the tip of his nose.

Lanxi Zhu retreated instinctively.

A dark heart, this person is not a good stubble.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Jiang Deqing walked towards him at a trot, wiping his sweat.

Qi Huai sat back calmly, without anyone seeing him.

"General, something is wrong!" Jiang Deqing saw the prince was there, and after a hasty greeting, he leaned against Lanxizhu's ear, and said anxiously, "Your Majesty is very angry this time! General, go and have a look."

Lanxizhu lowered his eyes, feeling disdainful in his heart, the dog emperor was full of anger every day.

But when he gets angry, he will take the blame on his subordinates, and Jiang Deqing is the first to bear the brunt.Lanxi Zhu secretly sympathized with these servants and eunuchs, and then sighed.

"Your Majesty has a call, and I will discuss matters with the prince another day."

Even if Qi Heng wasn't a good place to go, he didn't want to continue getting along with this seemingly unkind prince in front of him.

In a court meeting, troubles are everywhere.

Qi Huai nodded with a smile, looking at the back of Lanxi Zhu's departure, his eyes were pensive.

Lanxizhu's pace is fast, Qi Heng is a master who waits for no one.

The attic where he rests is located on the southwest side of Zhuangzi, with double eaves and corners, carved beams and painted buildings, without losing the majesty of the royal family, and without humiliating Qi Heng's dignity.

Lan Xizhu pushed open the door of Qi Heng's bedroom, and before entering, a teacup was almost smashed under his feet.

The crisp cracking sound indicated the anger of the people in the room.

"I told you to get out, what are you doing here again?" Qi Heng didn't raise his eyes to look at the person, subconsciously thinking that it was Jiang Deqing who entered the door.

The violence in his eyes could no longer be concealed, he was in a rage.

"My humble minister, Lanxizhu, please greet Your Majesty."

Without panic or dissatisfaction, he lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, revealing his identity.

Hearing someone's voice, Qi Heng's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his sword eyebrows stood upright.

"Who asked you to come?"

"I am worried about His Majesty, so I came here voluntarily."

Lanxizhu's expression and voice were calm, and he couldn't tell that he was against his will, but he couldn't tell how sincere he was.

Qi Heng sneered, stood up, and walked towards him step by step.

The dark yellow velvet stepped on the thick floor, making a frightening sound of footsteps.

Lan Xizhu didn't know what Qi Heng was going to do again, so he closed his eyes lightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I just received Bai Dutong's petition, Lan Qing might as well guess what is written on it."

Qi Heng squatted down in front of him slowly, grabbed Lan Xizhu's thin white neck somewhat roughly, and forced him to look into his eyes.

Lanxizhu gritted his teeth and panicked when he heard the word "Bai Dutong".

"My minister... I don't know, I beg your Majesty to clarify."

The strength of Qi Heng's subordinates became heavier, his eyes became fierce, and he suppressed his voice: "How could you not know!"

Lanxizhu's face was already flushed, and his hands drooped feebly, not daring to make any resistance.

Seeing his painful expression, Qi Heng squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and softened his strength.

"Bai Yaolan asked me to give his daughter a marriage, Lanxizhu, you are so blessed."

Feeling a lightness on the neck, Lanxizhu took two quick breaths.

He guessed it, and it was true.

However, Qi Heng's next words made him panic. "He also said that he only asked for my approval, and he voluntarily surrendered his military power and returned home when he was old."

At that moment, the suspicion and suspicion that belonged to the king appeared on his face, he turned his head and smiled, "Bai Lan's two families are married, it is a great happy event, Bai Dutong is willing to do this for his beloved daughter, from now on, you Lan The position of the family cannot be shaken in the court, and it must be like the sky."

Lanxizhu swallowed nervously, and hurriedly wanted to explain: "I don't want to!"

Meeting Qi Heng's icy eyes, he paused for a moment, and continued to add: "I have no intention of caring about Miss Bai's family, I hope Your Majesty will think twice! Bai Dutong has a straightforward personality and has no other intentions. Now the frontier is peaceful and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Willing to decentralize military power. As for the Lan family..."

His knees moved, his eyes suddenly became sincere and sincere, and his voice was hoarse:

"Your Majesty has seen it all. In the past two years, the eldest brother has worked hard for the country and the people. The third brother has guarded the southwest for more than ten years and rarely returned to the capital. Even though the humble minister is not as good as the elder brother, he has restrained himself and respected the etiquette. He has never hidden any dissatisfaction. I hope His Majesty will make a clear decision!"

His voice was almost choked up, and the tails of his eyes were slightly red, making people feel pitiful.

Lan Xizhu was terrified. No matter what kind of torture he would suffer, he would keep the Lan family and his last two flesh and blood relatives.

For some reason, when Qi Heng saw his expression, his chest felt even more distressed.

Seeing that his face was still gloomy, Lan Xizhu asked in a trembling voice: "How can His Majesty trust the Lan family?"

Although Qi Heng didn't stop the fire, he was not as angry as before after hearing this.

He looked at Lanxi Bamboo, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

Fingertips lightly brushed Lanxizhu's side face, Qi Heng moved up silently, buried him in the crest of his neck, greedily sucking the breath from him.

"I said this a year ago, and I will exchange it with you."

"Your Majesty, this is outside..." Lanxizhu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he raised his head in despair.

This is in Suihe's Zhuangzi, not to mention whether the servant girl's mouth is strict or not, if any officials, young masters and young ladies who pass by hear the sound inside, his reputation of Lanxi Bamboo will be ruined in one fell swoop.

Besides, this would damage Qi Heng's own reputation.

"Hmm." Qi Heng's voice was not soft, it clung to his ears, the tone was soft but exuded evil spirits, "So your voice must be quieter, so that no one else can overhear you."

Every time Lanxi Zhu suppressed his voice when he did that, Qi Heng's words were obviously humiliating himself, but Lanxi Zhu couldn't refute.

With strong and strong arms, he gently lifted a grown man from Lanxizhu into the air, slowly walked to the side of the bed, and placed him down.

Lanxizhu was unwilling in every possible way, but still had to hook his neck and bury his head very low.

A drop of clear tears trickled down his neck.