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When Lan Ting was on duty at night, he naturally heard the movement of last night, but he still knelt down on the side of the emperor's bed and called out in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's time for the empress to get up."

Song Xian buried his head in the quilt, burrowed down, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and wanted to take the opportunity to act like a spoiled child to break the ice.However, although Xiao Lingming woke up as soon as he called out, he didn't see the watery appearance yesterday at all. He tried to get up with one hand, but found that his hair was crushed under his body by Song Xian, so he raised his hand and pushed Song Xian, " Hair!" Song Xian had to roll two positions away and continued to grab the quilt to pretend to be confused.

It's a pity that Xiao Lingming sat up neatly and ignored Song Xian's moaning and chirping. Song Xian slept on the outside, with his legs stretched out on purpose to block Xiao Lingming's way of getting out of bed.After being tripped, Xiao Lingming kicked Song Xian mercilessly, "The legs are taken away."

Song Xian was so angry that he couldn't pretend anymore and slapped the bed board, "I'm sick! I won't go to court today!" Turning over, he put the quilt on his head.

Song Xian is not a person who does things according to his heart, and these words are nothing more than angry words, but he was too sleepy to hold the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, the bedroom was silent, even the sweet and bitter taste The smell has all dissipated, presumably Xiao Lingming has been gone for a long time.

The emperor, who failed to play his temper, sat up with one hand behind his back, but pressed a long round hard object in the brocade quilt.He paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take it out, and it turned out to be the small black pouch that Xiao Lingming had been carrying close to his body all the time, and it must have left behind because he got up in a hurry.

The silky satin surface rubbed against Song Xian's palm, and the new emperor didn't open it immediately, but instead called someone over, "Lanting."

Hearing the call, Lan Ting stepped forward and opened the bed curtain to wait for the emperor's order.

The new emperor asked: "What time is it? Is the queen going to court?"

"Never, according to the time, when it is not long after arriving at the court, if His Majesty wants to go, the servants should hurry up, and there will be time." Lan Ting replied.

"No..." After hearing this, Song Xian raised his hand to pinch the end of the rope that pinched the golden bead, slowly untied the cross knot on the purse, and slowly poured out the contents.

A piece of cylindrical mutton fat jade with warm tentacles, pure white body, and carved dragon patterns rolled down from the black purse into Song Xian's palm,

Song Xian was taken aback for a moment, and then a guess that sent a chill down his spine uncontrollably emerged in Song Xian's heart little by little.

He even took a breath before picking up the treasure seal, and then slowly turned it over. On its seal surface, Song Xian saw the word "Yu" drawn with iron and silver hooks as expected.

Song Xian's mood at this moment was simply indescribable, he was almost unable to hold this small thing firmly.

The emperor's private treasure has always been buried in the coffin with the emperor Daxing to avoid chaos in the future.But my father... My father is a man who has calculated everything and is deeply suspicious. He even left his own private seal and handed it to Xiao Lingming in private.

--why is that.

——Does the emperor trust him so much?

——"Tomorrow, you should look forward. You still have a future, a very long time to go. Take what I left you...Look forward..." The last words of the late emperor followed the falling paper The private seal surged up from the depths of memory that Song Xian had long forgotten.

Seeing that the new emperor's face changed again and again, Lan Ting lowered his head in fear, but Song Xian asked almost erratically, "Lie Fu...has he followed the Empress Ming?"

"Following together." Lan Ting replied hastily.

Song Xian murmured, "It's good to go..." His tone suddenly became sharper, "Find some stern-mouthed ones, and follow me to Zhaoyang Hall."

Lan Ting hurriedly followed behind Song Xian, the emperor's footsteps were extremely fast, his robe billowed, like a frightening black cloud that almost fell on Lan Ting's face, "Your Majesty wants to...?"

Song Xian flicked his sleeves and said with a sneer, "I want to search the palace."

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Xiao Lingming only got the news that made him lose his temper when he was about to go to court. The Empress Dowager sat in the highest position in the world. Even though he was covered by a screen, he still couldn't show his color. He just touched his waist speculatively, and his hand fell. null.

He managed to maintain the expression on his face, announced his next court hastily, and almost crushed his hand when he was sitting on the chauffeur returning to the palace.

He indulged Song Xian to investigate the past bit by bit, but he never expected that those unbearable and even intolerable past would be thrown in front of Song Xian in such a hideous and unexpected way.

When he arrived at the gate of Zhaoyang Hall, Xiao Lingming staggered to the ground and left the palace servants who kowtowed and saluted all over the place. Holding the layered skirts, he almost lost his composure and ran into the inner hall. When Gao Dixu peeped into the hall through the closed revolving door, he knew he was already one step too late.

The inner hall was full of broken pearls and jade porcelain, and it was a mess. The emperor in the black robe sat gloomy in the mess of gold and jade, holding a scroll of Zhu Feng's last edict in his hand. He was already slowly looking towards the door when he heard the sound, he stood up little by little, and met Xiao Lingming who was described as anxiously standing up to help the door.

The lights and candles in Zhaoyang Hall were brilliant, but the bright and clear sunlight was able to reflect Xiao Lingming's leakage into the hall after he pushed open the revolving door. Empress Ming's hasty and beautiful figure reflected the sunlight and was pulled out into a deformed line on the ground. The slender shadow, the end of the shadow pointed directly at the new emperor, the shadow was sharp but not real.

Xiao Lingming tightened his hand holding the door frame, swallowed the soreness in his throat, took a deep breath, "Everyone go out." Then he walked slowly into the inner palace alone, "Song Xian..."

Song Xian didn't look at him, and lowered his head, he slowly unfolded the imperial edict in his hand that had never seen the light of day. Instead." Song Xian finished reading the imperial edict in a frustrating manner, closed the scroll and threw it at Xiao Lingming's feet, and smiled shyly, "Am I worthy now?"

After he finished speaking, he took out a dozen copybooks with immature handwriting but could already see the sharpness in them, and waved them away.

Thin tissue paper was thrown into the air by this hand, and then floated down one after another, reminding people of the plain white paper bills floating all over the capital in the days of the late emperor's great tour.

Xiao Lingming watched those old objects that he had written with Song Yu's pen in his childhood falling to the ground without moving. He took the last emperor's last edict at his feet, put it away carefully, held it in his arms, and walked forward on his knees, one by one, and gathered the rest of the handwriting silk papers scattered by the new emperor in his hands with great care.

Song Xian silently watched Xiao Lingming prostrate on the ground, something sour and hot slipped from Xindi's eye sockets, and fell to the ground with an inaudible slap, which wet the word "Heaven" on the tissue paper on the ground.

With a hoarse voice, Song Xian spoke with difficulty, "Ming'er has a good handwriting, just like the father."

"Did you write this edict to yourself, or did your father leave it to you?"

"Who the hell are you, Xiao Lingming?" The emperor took a step forward, stepped on the piece of tissue paper that Xiao Lingming was about to pick up with his heavy boots, and looked down at him condescendingly and asked in a deep voice, "Maybe I should call you— —Brother Huang?"