flapping wings

Qi Ping moved his knees slightly to the side, but the numbness in his legs still made him shake uncontrollably.

He raised his head, the dazzling sunlight made his eyes sore, Qi Ping couldn't help being a little dazed, as if winter was over and spring was recovering.

"My lord," Jiu Ling, the personal maid of Concubine Yan Gui, came over and said, "Your Majesty is ill, and it is inconvenient to see guests. Please go back, so as not to delay your business."

Qi Ping glanced sideways, since Concubine Yan Gui didn't arrest him on the spot and turn him over to the government, it meant that this woman was not as ruthless as imagined, and the flames of hope in his heart could not help but flourish.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, cupped his fists and saluted Jiu Ling, "I am Que'er's husband, and now my mother is ill, if I leave, wouldn't it be unfilial? I hope to wait for my mother to get better. Just leave at ease."

"Push!"

Qi Ping blushed, and he pretended to be stupid and asked, "What are you laughing at, Miss?"

Jiu Ling's expression suddenly turned serious, and she shook her head helplessly: "Laughing at you, I finally know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but it may be too late now."

Qi Ping's heart suddenly went blank, and just as he was about to ask a question, he saw that Jiu Ling had turned around and left, and he sank down in a slump, his little hope was almost wiped out by the cold water.

He turned around on his hands and knelt in the direction of Concubine Yan Gui's bedroom. The matter was not yet settled, so he could only hold on to this last hope, and there was no other way.

Snapped!

Qi Ping was kneeling and thinking about whether there was anything missing, when suddenly a heavy slap fell on his face, he tilted his head, and before he could react, he slapped him again and again.

Qi Pinghang's fingers by his side moved, but in the next second, he raised his head with a smile, and asked as if nothing had happened: "What advice does my sister have?"

Jiuling lowered her head and asked, "Your Majesty asked me to ask you, should you beat up your relatives who are indiscriminate?"

Qi Ping was stunned for a second, and then quickly replied: "It's time to fight!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped his face fiercely. As soon as one palm fell, he couldn't wait to raise the other palm again.

The crisp applause echoed in the huge palace, Qi Ping flapped his mouth mechanically, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he didn't even dare to complain in his heart.

A few times, he was hit so hard that he couldn't help but fell to the ground, but he straightened up and knelt down immediately, and the movements of his hands were not messy at all.

His face went from pain to numbness, and in the end he had no feeling at all. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped on his clothes like plum blossoms in full bloom.

Just after noon, Jiuling came out, "My lady is going to sleep, don't disturb her."

Qi Ping quickly put down his hand, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you sister for reminding me."

When Jiuling turned around again, he slightly tilted his head to the right and back, looked at Jiuling's back and suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Sister, can I ask for a glass of water?"

"Wait!"

Qi Ping opened his mouth and nodded with a big smile, then raised his hand and touched his earlobe, it felt sticky to the touch, his lips trembled a little, he could hardly hear the sound in his right ear.

After taking the tea that Jiu Ling handed over, he drank it all in one gulp, Qi Ping smiled and lifted up his sleeve to wipe the blood on the rim of the cup, and then handed the cup back: "Thank you sister!"

Jiuling took the cup with a smile, and suddenly said: "You must hate your mother very much in your heart."

Qi Ping's smile froze, he quickly waved his hand, "Xiaomin dare not, sister don't want to make fun of me, my mother raised Que'er up, it's too late for me to be grateful."

"You didn't say that before," Jiu Ling doubted, "I remember you were not even willing to kneel."

In an instant, Qi Ping's palms were soaked with sweat. He quickly knelt and crawled to Jiu Ling's feet, and beat her two calves with his fists. Elder sister reminds me, otherwise I will run into your empress again, and I will die forever."

He flinched back with one hand, but quickly retracted it. He wanted to take out the jewelry to cover the girl's mouth, but he didn't know whether there was concubine Yan Guifei's instruction behind what Jiu Ling said, so he didn't dare To openly bribe her.

But dare to gossip with the master during his lunch break, presumably Yan Guifei should also be watching this side, she has done a lot of mistakes now, so she can't act rashly.

Jiu Ling ignored his attention, turned around and walked away. Qi Ping lost his hand in an instant.

At this time, in the prison

After being tortured for so many days, Mu Xiaoque finally saw His Majesty the Emperor in a cloak and a hood over his head.

All the jailers in the cell were kicked out, and they were quiet, only the sound of raging wind could be heard.

The emperor asked in a voice as murky as if a piece of phlegm had been stuck in it: "Mu Aiqing, I have treated you well, why bother to kill my son?"

Mu Xiaoque looked up wearily at the old figure in front of him, "He is the fourth prince's child."

"Hahaha, those two lunatics," the emperor coughed and laughed for a long time before finally shaking his head and said, "No one of them dared to point out this matter except you. You know how you exposed yourself in the Sanzifu. Yes, how did you get in?"

Seeing Mu Xiaoque shaking her head, the emperor laughed even harder: "The third child, you can't do human things, but you remember having sex with that prostitute, hahahahahaha"

The emperor was out of breath from laughing, and suddenly sighed seriously: "But it's a pity!"

Mu Xiaoque asked in a low voice: "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you are Ayan's child and a stain on my life," the emperor coughed while covering his handkerchief, "so I can't keep you."

Mu Xiaoque frowned suspiciously, "My mother only married into the palace after marrying me. If you suspected that she had given birth to a child, why did you marry her?"

"What did Mu Heng tell you?" The emperor smiled and panted for a while before he said, "What you know is actually what I asked him to say. Let me ask you, if you didn't know your life experience from the beginning, On that day, will you still throw yourself into a trap?"

Didn't hear Mu Xiaoque's answer, the emperor snorted, raised his head and looked outside through the iron window, and said with emotion: "Of course the vicious dog must be tied with a rope, your mother is the one who will tie you up." , and you are the rope that binds Mu Heng."

Mu Xiaoque felt a pain in his heart, he suddenly turned his head and glanced around the cell, "This used to be the place where my master was imprisoned, you always knew that I let Aying go?"

Although it was a question at the end, it carried an affirmative tone.

The emperor nodded, and he looked at Mu Xiaoque and smiled slightly: "I once talked with Mu Heng like this, ten years later, it's your turn again, it's ridiculous, you all came here on your own initiative, he, for you, You are for Ayan, you really look alike."

Mu Xiaoque's eyes froze, as if he saw the scene ten years ago again, Mu Heng leaned against the wall, holding the jug in his arms, and said to him weakly: "Your Majesty is smart, you know how to tie me with a rope, Yu'er , Remember the words of the master, the rope is two-way, it binds you, and it also binds him, and when you meet someone you like, let him go, don't stay."

Let him go, don't stay, master, I am too greedy after all.

"Thinking of Mu Heng again? He is a good courtier and never makes mistakes, unlike you, so I always knew that A Ying was not let go by him," the emperor interrupted Mu Xiaoque's memory, and sighed: "But Such a person is terrible, and it is no longer suitable to be around, and the emperors of all dynasties would not like to have a person who is too smart by his side."

Mu Xiaoque nodded, and he turned to ask: "What about me? Because of Yi'er? I heard everything you said to him."

The emperor smiled: "I can't plant such a big hidden danger for my Zhao family. Besides, if I die but you don't, I will die with regret."

Mu Xiaoque immediately thought of the "stain" he just said, and asked, "Why would I become your stain?"

The emperor shrank into the back of the chair, "You are the evil seed of your mother and the personal bodyguard of the first emperor. Thanks to your father, I won the throne without any effort. It was from then on that I started to be wary of you guys." .”

Mu Xiaoque was shocked and guessed: "In order to attract him, you sent my mother out?"

The emperor raised his head and seemed to be lost in memory, "The three of us used to be childhood sweethearts, and he and I were obsessed with Ayan, but I knew that Ayan liked him, so I asked the late emperor to promise Ayan to him. I."

Speaking of which, the emperor taunted: "Your father is full of martial arts, but he has no brains. He just believed in the conditions I agreed to him, and he didn't even think about it. How could I hand over Ayan to him? You know what he did in the end?" dead?"

As if to appreciate Mu Xiaoque's expression for a while, and to savor his ability to play with people's hearts, he paused for a long time before laughing: "Suicide, to keep you and your mother alive."

Then all the truth was wiped into the cracks of history by him, leaving only a few people who knew about this unbearable past.

A bolt of lightning seemed to pass through Mu Xiaoque's mind, making his hands and feet numb and unable to move. It turned out that his real situation was more difficult than he thought. If he can survive to this day, there must be someone above his head carrying the film for him. God, this person knows who it is without even thinking about it.

The emperor smiled and asked: "You said, I died but you lived, didn't I feel aggrieved when I left?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed fiercely with his handkerchief in his hand, as if he wanted to cough up his heart and lungs, shook his head in distress, and threw the blood-soaked handkerchief on the ground, "If it wasn't for my poor health, we Can live longer."

Mu Xiaoque glanced at the handkerchief thrown on the ground, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he carefully observed the emperor's face with the little light coming in from outside.

I don't know if I don't see it, but he really saw the problem when he saw it. Before, because he didn't dare to look directly at the emperor for too long, he didn't even notice such obvious signs.

His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were cloudy, and the white cloud inside almost covered the entire corner of his eyes. Not only that, his lips were black and purple.

Looking at the handkerchief, the blood soaked on it turned out to be black. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell an imperceptible stench under the cover of the medicinal fragrance.

The emperor is poisoned!

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoque's palms couldn't help but feel a little chilly, and when he thought of the anti-drug pill that Yan Guifei asked him to offer, his heart jumped even more.

Does the emperor know?

Mu Xiaoque observed it calmly, and shook his head in his heart. He obviously didn't know that he was poisoned.