Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

Wei Yang raised his head, glanced at the little emperor's shocked, helpless and unbelievable face, and quickly moved away. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The death of the first emperor was the biggest stain in his innocent life.

Because of this, he tried his best to treat His Majesty well, trying to make up for him, but he didn't dare to go any further.

Before Pei Que, he had many chances to hold his hands, and even imagined countless times when he dreamed back at midnight, how to hold that delicate body into his arms...

But even if it was a dream, he didn't dare to think about the rest of the dream.

The death of the first emperor was like a sword hanging above his head, he was always on guard against it, and was afraid of the day when the sword fell.

He was afraid that His Majesty would treat him well, whether it was His Majesty coughing and patting him on the back, or some other kind of sympathy...

His Majesty's kindness to him made him uneasy.

He was the executioner who killed his father, so how could he accept his kindness calmly in front of those ignorant eyes...

Even at this moment, in the face of His Majesty's doubts, he felt a faint sense of relief after years of fear.

The secret he was carrying was finally revealed to the world.

He finally didn't have to pretend to be a good person in front of His Majesty.

It's just that the secret is out.

Taifu is not Taifu.

Since then, there has been no more Tai Fu.

He opened his mouth and only uttered a weak syllable, "Chen..."

His mind was blank, and there was no reason to argue.

The stage was still babbling and singing, and across the water, the swords and arrows in the hall could not be seen at all.

The local rich man was poisoned to death, and his concubine had an affair with the doctor who treated the rich man.

The butler made a mournful expression, and helped the young master of the family to hold the memorial tablet for the funeral, but the moment the butler raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, a smile appeared on that mournful face, vividly.

Zhang Qian held his head and didn't dare to listen anymore. He knelt down with a plop and interrupted Wei Yang's words.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Don't blame me!"

"Your Majesty! They have tricked you, Your Majesty!"

He wiped his tears and cried hoarsely, "Your Majesty one by one"

He crawled forward a few steps, pointing at the Queen Mother's trembling hand, "It's her, it's this bitch! She seduced me!"

"Don't blame the minister!"

"Your Majesty! The minister is forced to do nothing!"

The Empress Dowager Xi sitting on the side, although her face was a little flustered, she was still calmer than Zhang Qian.

With delicate makeup on her face, she spat lightly at Zhang Qian, "Useless trash!"

After speaking, he glanced at His Majesty who was so shocked that he could not speak, and Pei Que who looked like he was watching a play. Shi Shiran got up and knelt in the middle of the hall.The queen kneels down to her son, and the empress kneels down to ministers.

There was no discomfort on her face, and she explained the past in a slow voice.

The resentment of entering the palace, the coldness of the first emperor, the use of the family, the entanglement of rights...

The daughter of the aristocratic family of Da Zhou was watered into a vine in the intrigue. She climbed up to the power and became a piranha in this vicious nourishment.

She has a happy expression on her face, as if she didn't realize that she is a damned sinner in this story, as if she is just a bystander, slowly telling the story of the many years of ups and downs in the palace.

Murong Shu slumped down on the chair, holding Pei Que's sleeve tightly with one hand, his face was bloodless.

He could understand every word of the Empress Dowager Xi, but he couldn't help shaking his head again and again when the words were connected together.

He pinched his fingertips into his palm and was broken apart by Pei Que.

He stumbled down the steps, grabbed Wei Yang by the collar, and faced him face to face.

"Teacher, what did she say?"

"Teacher, don't you justify yourself?"

"Wei Yang...you talk!"

Big drops of tears welled up from his eyes, "Teacher... hurry up..."

"You tell me the truth..."

Wei Yang lowered his head, his body was shaken by his violent movements.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelids trembled violently, he didn't dare to look at Murong Shu again.

It was as if his heart was being hammered by a rusty axe, hammering again and again until he couldn't breathe.

He dared not look.

Murong Shu wiped away his tears vigorously, took out the knife from the guard at the side, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pointed it at Wei Yang's heart.

His hand holding the knife was trembling, and his voice was sharp, like a wounded little animal, "Say it! Say it!"

Wei Yang looked at the knife dangling in his chest, closed his eyes, "I have nothing to say."

His throat seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't say a word.

Murong Shu's hands trembled, he gritted his teeth, and moved the knife forward, but Wei Yang didn't retreat an inch, the blade pierced the skin, and blood spread out.

Wei Yang coughed and couldn't help but bend over.

He straightened up quickly, "I killed the late emperor, but Your Majesty has old feelings for me, can't you do it?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes were complicated, "I killed your father, can't you do anything to me?"

Murong Shu was like an enraged little beast, he gritted his teeth, drew out his knife again, and raised it up viciously, "Teacher!"

With a scream, Pei Yan ran over quickly and stood in front of Wei Yang.

The little emperor paused for a moment with the hand holding the knife, and turned to look at Pei Que behind him.

Pei Que touched his head, snorted lightly, and said nothing.

"When will you remember my words." Wei Yang said lightly.

"People with weaknesses don't live long," he looked at Pei Yan, "let alone a fool with weaknesses."

"After a little testing, I jumped out."

"What's the use of bothering to send you in."

Pei Yan seemed to be a little afraid of him, she lowered her head, "I'm afraid he will hurt you..."

"He didn't hurt me," Wei Yang pushed away the people around him with one hand, "This is the retribution I deserve."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Pei Que with calm eyes, "You already knew?"

Pei Que raised his eyelids, "Don't you say it yourself, a fool, you can jump out by yourself after a little testing."

Wei Yang sighed, "I knew it earlier, so I wouldn't take this risky move."

"The world didn't know earlier."

Pei Que smiled lightly, and his smile was full of coldness, "Master Wei, please punish me."

Wei Yang took a step forward, held the little emperor's knife and aimed it at his heart, "It would be too ugly to cut off your head and lose your face."

His voice was clear and cold, "I still want to impress Your Majesty, Your Majesty can do it yourself."

He took a step forward, and with a puff, the tip of the knife penetrated deep into the flesh, and the splashed blood hit the little emperor's face. In Pei Que's arms.

Pei Que wiped his face clean, held him in his arms and patted him gently, smiling wildly and arrogantly, but there was a chill in his eyes.

"Press it down!"

"Your Majesty," Wei Yang waved his hand to block the movement of the guards, "Your Majesty, can I use my ten years of master-student relationship for a chance to have a few words with Your Majesty?"

The little emperor poked his face out of Pei Que's arms, and there were still tears on his cheeks.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Pei Que lowered his head and wiped away his tears. The little emperor was aggrieved and stared at him, "What do you say?"

"Can you tell me in private?"

The little emperor looked up at Pei Que and hesitated for a moment.

Pei Que put his arms around his waist, and there was no unwillingness on his face.

"Your Majesty... I am afraid that I will never see Your Majesty again in this life..."

Wei Yang clutched his chest and laughed miserably, "I harmed the late emperor, and I am willing to pay for it with my life..."

"It's just that I watched His Majesty grow up, and there were always some things in my heart that I didn't have time to say, so I left like this, and I couldn't rest assured."

Wei Yang coughed a few times, "Your Majesty, just listen to my last words..."

As he said this, a few strands of blood sprang from the corner of his mouth.

The little emperor's heart moved, and he came out of Pei Que's arms.

Ten years of companionship is here, it is impossible for him to face all this and still turn a blind eye.

Pei Que understood what he meant, glanced at Wei Yang, and led the people down.

There were only the two of them left in the hall.

"Does Your Majesty hate me?"

He sighed, "Your Majesty should hate me too."

The little emperor looked at him, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He took a step forward, Murong Shu took a step back.

"His Majesty is guarding against me?"

After he finished speaking, he stopped moving forward and stood where he was, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"I don't know what I want to say, but I always feel that if I don't say anything, this life will pass like this."

"Did Your Majesty understand what the ministers have thought of His Majesty these years?"

Murong Shu opened his mouth, with a gloomy expression, "I know something."

"Then, did your Majesty ever consider your minister for a moment?"

"I used to be young and didn't know how to love." He glanced at Wei Yang, "Teacher and I have been together since we were young, of course we have a deep friendship. I take the Tutor as an elder brother, as a teacher, and as a playmate ."

Wei Yang's eyes lightly fell between his brows, "Is there anything else besides this?"

"Every time I get sick, His Majesty will visit the mansion in person; when I cough, His Majesty will bring over the stove and cloak; His Majesty also allows the horses and chariots he has authorized to drive directly into the palace. Don't these mean anything?"

The little emperor glanced at him, "What does the Tai Tuo think these represent?"

"Teacher is the person I trust the most. You are weak. It is not too much for me to give you some special treatment."

"During the past ten years, Tai Tuo was indeed the best person in my heart..."

His eyes were red,

"It's just that I know people, know faces, but don't know my heart. It turns out that my father's death was done by the person I thought was the best..."

"Then the person His Majesty trusts the most, the best person, isn't he?"

Murong Shu glanced at him, "What does the Grand Tutor want to say? Do you want me to keep a distance from him? You also said that Pei is indeed a traitor and let me take away his power. It's best to kill him, behead him?"

Wei Yang smiled wryly, "Is the minister already this kind of person in His Majesty's heart?"

"I really hate him, but at the same time I envy him."

"Chen and his life seem to be reversed..."

"When he was in trouble, the minister became famous when he was young. When he was in power, the minister was about to enter a deadlock again"

"Do you want to know, Your Majesty, what do you think of Pei Que?"

The little emperor glanced at him, "What?"