Minister Gu Ming can't take care of himself

The underground was cold and damp, Xu Guanchen couldn't help shivering.

The person holding on to the candle, wearing the same clothes as him, turned his back to him, bent over, and respectfully lit the two white candles in front of the spiritual tablet.

That was Xiao Qi's spirit seat.

And that person, Xu Guanchen also recognized, was Yang Xun.

He lit a candle, burned three sticks of incense in front of Xiao Qi's spiritual tablet, and looked back at Xu Guanchen.

Xu Guanchen closed his eyes, lowered his head, pretending to be awake, and wanted to see what he was going to do.

Yang Xun walked silently, paced slowly, and walked up to Xu Guanchen.

He raised his hand and took off the lotus crown that Xu Guanchen was wearing.

After a toss just now, Xu Guanchen's hair was scattered, Yang Xun simply untied his hair, and helped him comb it again with a wooden comb.

Yang Xun helped him straighten his hair, sighed and called out: "Little brother."

His movements are very light, but the crown on Xu Guanchen's hair is very heavy.

Xu Guanchen thought, this is probably the crown of the so-called Minister Gu Ming, Yang Xun, maybe he wanted him to be buried with Xiao Qi.

I can't pretend to be asleep anymore, if I continue to pretend, I'm afraid Yang Xun will do it directly.

He opened his eyes slightly, just when Yang Xun felt that his complexion was pale and his complexion was not good, and he took out a box of rouge from somewhere, and wanted to rub it on his face.

The rouge swept across his cheeks, and Yang Xun dipped some more with his thumb and pressed it on his lips.

Xu Guanchen opened his mouth and bit him hard.

Yang Xun felt the pain and withdrew his finger. The teeth marks were deep on it, bleeding could be seen from the bite.

"Junior brother, are you awake?" Yang Xun lowered his eyes, unwilling to tear off a wrapped wound from his clothes, he could only shake his hands and let him go.

Xiao Qi's spiritual seat was placed on the opposite side, and just now Yang Xun was standing opposite with only a candle in his hand.Now, Yang Xun moved a candle to his side, and Xu Guanchen finally saw the situation around him.

He was hung on the beam by hemp ropes, and under his feet was a thick black lacquered coffin painted with gold.

On his left and right sides, there is another coffin.The coffin on his left was still empty, and the coffin on his right had already laid a person - He Jijiu.

He Jijiu has been dead for many days, even though it has been cold recently, the body has not decomposed much, but it has become stiff.So Yang Xun didn't change his clothes, but just folded Minister Gu Ming's clothes and put them under He Jijiu's head.

Xu Guanchen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and suddenly realized that his limbs were cold, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "You are the one who hurt the teacher."

Mentioning He Jijiu, Yang Xun's eyes were slightly moist: "No."

Xu Guanchen was hanging his hands, shaking him and kicking him: "It's you, it's you!"

Yang Xun pushed him and said coldly, "I told you it wasn't me."

Xu Guanchen suppressed the blood welling up in his throat, and asked him hoarsely, "Then how did the teacher die?"

Yang Xun didn't answer him, turned around, leaving Xu Guanchen shouting behind him: "I ask you, how did the teacher die!"

Still ignoring him, Yang Xun lifted the coffin lid on the right hand side from the ground, sealed He Jijiu's body, took out six spikes, and nailed the coffin on.

Yang Xun tapped the nails unhurriedly, Xu Guanchen spat out a mouthful of blood silently, and looked away from him.

He probably understood that when the old emperor was seriously ill, he appointed three ministers for Xiao Qi, himself, He Jijiu and Yang Zhen.

He is Ding Guogong, although he does not know martial arts, he is appointed as a Martial Lord, and he has connections with the Zhong family of the Yanbei Frontier Army, which is military power.

He Jijiu is the teacher of [-]% of scholars in the world. This is prestige and talent.

Yang Xun is the eldest son of the Marquis of Enning, and also the Tanhua Lang handpicked by the emperor in the Golden Palace. This is talent and learning.

The three of them, He Jijiu is Xiao Qi's grandfather and teacher, Xu Guanchen and Yang Xun and him are not only monarchs and ministers, but also brothers who have studied together since childhood. The old emperor would choose the three of them as well nature.

After Xiao Qi's death, Yang Xun secretly planned for three years to take He Jijiu with him, and the three ministers who took care of his life, to bury Xiao Qi to apologize.

Judging from the arrangement of the coffins, although Yang Xun hated him terribly, he still put him in the middle, which means that the old emperor told them that Xu Guanchen should be respected among the three.

Xu Guanchen looked around, didn't know what time it was, whether Xiao Zhi was still waiting for him outside the He Mansion, and didn't wait for him, and didn't know if he could find here.

The place is gloomy and chilly, Xu Guanchen caught a glimpse of books piled up in the corner, and thought this should be the underground of He Jijiu's book collection, and they are still in He Mansion.

It's just that He Jijiu has too many books in his collection, and he doesn't know how many such underground darkrooms there are. It may be difficult to find them.

On the other side, Yang Xun has already hammered two nails and is now hammering the third.

Xu Guanchen pursed his lips and said softly, "Senior brother."

Yang Xun lost his mind for a while, but he responded casually, "What's the matter?" Then he came back to his senses, and said coldly, "Do you have something to do?"

"Teacher..." Xu Guanchen paused, "How did you die?"

Yang Xun kept moving his hands: "I'm not someone like you who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors, so don't use your dirty mind to speculate on me."

"Since you have a clear conscience, it doesn't matter if you say it." Xu Guanchen bit the tip of his tongue, "How did the teacher die?"

"On New Year's Eve, when I was one year old, my teacher drank alcohol and took medicine, and committed suicide." Yang Xun said, "It was you who killed the teacher."

"How could it be me?"

Yang Xun brushed He Jijiu's coffin with his hand, and said, "If it wasn't for you, how could His Highness the Seventh Prince and He Zhen have died? It was you who made the teacher's family ruined and his old age miserable. If it wasn't for that, why would the teacher take poison in despair? "

Xu Guanchen laughed lowly twice.

"I should have known a long time ago that you are a heartless white-eyed wolf." Yang Xun sighed, and said to himself, "After all, you are going to see His Highness the Seventh Prince, and how to deal with you is His Majesty's business." , what am I talking so much to you for?”

Xu Guanchen smiled and said, "I laugh at you for being stupid."

Yang Xun remained silent, Xu Guanchen asked again: "For this matter, you have been planning for three years? You have been planning since His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince died?"

"Yes."

"You thought that no one knew about this?"

"Is it possible that someone else knows?"

Xu Guanchen took a deep breath and said firmly, "Teacher knows."

Yang Xun sneered: "How could the teacher know? I was afraid that the teacher would make trouble, so I only waited for three years. Otherwise, I should have strangled you to death in front of His Highness's grave as early as His Highness's funeral."

"The teacher just didn't say anything." Xu Guanchen said softly, "Actually, the teacher already knew."

Yang Xun began to knock on the fourth nail.

"The last time I came to see the teacher, because you were outside, the teacher didn't dare to tell me clearly, for fear that you would make a move at that time." Xu Guanchen said, "Do you want to know what the teacher said to me at that time? "

Yang Xun didn't answer.

"The first sentence the teacher said, he said that I did nothing wrong. This is for my peace of mind." Xu Guanchen thought for a while, "The second sentence, let me concentrate on serving you, don't be half-hearted, and don't come to him again. "

Xu Guanchen sighed lightly: "I didn't understand the teacher's hint to me at that time, and thought the teacher was resentful to me. The teacher told me not to come again, but in fact the teacher told me not to come to see you again."

Yang Xun took the hammer and slammed it hard on the coffin, changed his position, and began to knock on the fifth spike.

Xu Guanchen said: "Teacher knows us too well, he knew what you were thinking early in the morning."

"Teacher, for the past three years, the reason why he pretended to be a fool is to deal with His Majesty's investigation of His Majesty's old man, and I'm afraid... it is also to deal with you."

"You said you were worried about the teacher, and you didn't do anything to me in the past three years. You said you can't deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, so you can't kill the teacher and be buried with His Highness the Seventh Prince. You can only do what you want until the teacher is dead. things."

"But, brother—"

Xu Guanchen stared at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes: "When you dreamed back at midnight, for your Seventh Highness, did you ever hope that the teacher would die quickly?"

Yang Xun didn't even care about the last nail, jumped up furiously, and shouted: "I don't have one!"

"Well, even if you are really frank, you have never expected the teacher to die. But—" Xu Guanchen's voice was very soft, but it slowly penetrated into Yang Xun's heart, "The teacher died because of you .”

Yang Xun strangled his neck, his hands gradually tightened: "It's not me, it's you."

"It's you..." Xu Guanchen couldn't breathe, and said intermittently, "If...you must be buried with His Highness the Seventh Prince, the teacher has already gone first for you."

Xu Guanchen was pinched, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "I guess...the "South China Classic" on the desk in the study room should have a letter from the teacher. A certain book contains...should...there is also a letter from the teacher letter."

"You guessed right, there is indeed a letter from the old man in the "South China Classic". On the third day of junior high school, before you came to the study, I took the letter away." The blood stained Yang Xun's hands, and he thought it was dirty , then let go of his hand, "But you guessed wrong again, but the old man didn't leave me any letter."

Thinking about it now, on the third day of junior high school, Yang Xun took the letter and retreated under the bamboo tree outside the yard.When Xu Guanchen entered, he was already waiting inside.

Later, in the corridor, Yang Xun walked behind him silently.At that time, he wanted to do something, but was interrupted by Eunuch Xiao Cheng who came in suddenly.

As a last resort, in order to cover up, Yang Xuncai and him acted out a scene in which the teachers and brothers broke up and had nothing to do with each other.

Xu Guanchen said: "Yes, there must be."

Yang Xun smiled nonchalantly: "After all, the old man still likes you the most. For you, he doesn't even care about His Highness and grandson."

"No." Xu Guanchen's mouth was full of blood, and he spoke vaguely, "Teacher has always treated everyone equally. Teacher... set up a memorial tablet for the two of them, and died for His Royal Highness Seventh Prince and Mr. He, and you are all done." I mean, I want to save you before you make a big mistake..."

"Senior brother... Teacher has always treated you very well." Xu Guanchen spat out blood, which almost stained half of his clothes, and in the end, he could only speak in a breathless voice.

When Yang Xun saw his appearance, he was startled, but he didn't show it on his face, he only raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Guanchen vomited blood, but he couldn't stop it.

He was hung on the beam, lifeless, and only swayed weakly when he vomited blood.

"You are..." Yang Xun pushed him twice, "What's going on?"

Blood and rouge were mixed together, Xu Guanchen smiled grimly: "Senior brother... Even if you don't kill me, I won't live long."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Xun suddenly remembered that when Xu Guanchen was knocked unconscious by him, and when he helped him change into the courtier's uniform, there was a snake-like scar on his back.

Yang Xun hurriedly asked: "Who made that scar on your back? Are you threatened by Xiao Zhi and detained in the palace?"

"It's not Xiao Zhi." Xu Guanchen smiled, spat a mouthful of blood, which stained his clothes, "You can't fail to see that the person who hurt me is not proficient in martial arts, so how could it be... Xiao Zhi?"

Xu Guanchen raised his head slightly, his eyes gradually became clear and clear, and fell on Xiao Qi's spiritual seat in front of him.

He said softly: "Brother, you said that I betrayed the Lord and ungrateful, and betrayed His Highness Seventh. Let me ask you, how did I betray His Highness Seventh?"

The last three words, Xu Guanchen gritted his teeth, squeezed out from his throat, from the blood in his mouth.

Blood splashed Yang Xun's face, he lost his position, his eyes flickered slightly, and he murmured: "The palace changed on New Year's Eve, His Royal Highness said that you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and you had an affair with Xiao Zhi in the past. , carried you into the palace."

Xu Guanchen continued to ask: "Where was my brother when I entered the palace?"

"I'm out of town."

Xu Guanchen smiled knowingly: "That means, so you weren't there at that time..."

"When I came back from outside the city, I happened to see your sedan chair from Dingguo's mansion enter the palace. Xiao Zhi didn't even have time to take off his armor and sword, so he greeted you in front of the palace gate in person. Such deep affection and great kindness. "Yang Xundao, "After you entered the palace, not long after, His Royal Highness Seventh Prince was in danger outside the city gate. How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"I……"

Yang Xun didn't want to listen to him anymore, pinched his chin, raised his head, and asked him to stop talking and stop vomiting blood.

And Xu Guanchen opened his lips slightly, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.He almost choked to death with the blood in his own mouth.

After a while, Yang Xun finally let go of him, turned his head to look at Xiao Qi's spiritual seat, and stared blankly for a while.

Xu Guanchen was in a daze, he really didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only forcefully open his eyes and look at him.

Yang Xun lifted his robe, knelt down in front of Xiao Qi's spiritual tablet, kowtowed three times, and when he raised his head again, his face was gloomy.

On the small case where Xiao Qiling was placed, there were only two white candles, but no tribute.

Yang Xun said to Xu Guanchen: "You were the one who killed His Highness the Seventh Prince, and you betrayed him. If it wasn't for what you said to Xiao Zhi at that time, how could His Highness the Seventh Prince have died in front of the city gate."

There is no tribute on the case, but there is a sandalwood longbow and a blue-feathered arrow.

Yang Xun picked up the bow and arrow, turned around, and set up the bow and arrow at Xu Guanchen.

Xu Guanchen was in a trance, his vision blurred, only the blue color at the end of the arrow.

Now that I think about it, on the third day of junior high school, he came to He Mansion for the funeral, and the blue feather arrow he found near He Mansion should also belong to Yang Xun.

Yang Xun didn't know that Xiao Zhi was in the carriage, and the one he wanted to kill at the beginning was actually Xu Guanchen.

It's like this outside the teacher's study; it's also like this in front of He's house.

Yang Xun slightly narrowed his eyes and aimed the arrow at him: "You still owe the Seventh Highness an arrow. That year in the hunting ground, the Seventh Highness blocked an arrow for you. You pay him back first, and I will let you Bury him with him."

"This arrow..."

Yang Xun interrupted him sharply: "Your Highness the Seventh Highness blocked the arrow for you. Your life was given by the Seventh Highness. But what about you? A few days ago at the gate of the He Mansion, who do you want to block the arrow for?"

"This..."

Yang Xun persisted in his bow and arrow, and approached him: "Let me ask you, what did you shout at the gate of the He Mansion that day? Who did you throw into the carriage again? You will use the life that His Royal Highness saved, to give Who blocks the arrow?!"

"What are you calling Xiao? What nickname did you give Xiao Zhi? You pushed Xiao Zhi into the carriage. You were rescued by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, but you want to die for Xiao Zhi!"

Yang Xun stood still in front of him, pressed the poisoned arrow against his chest, and said word by word: "Rebellious officials and thieves, ungrateful to the master."

"At that time, I just gave you a try, but you recognized it faster than anyone else."

"So you, are you wrong?"

"You still have to say that you have a clear conscience and use the teacher's words to reassure yourself. That is because the teacher is kind and unwilling to teach you a lesson. If you really have a clear conscience, what is going on with Xiao Zhi?"

"You came back from Qingzhou at the age of 15 and lived in Xiao Zhi's residence for three years; you went to Yanbei for a year, came back from Yanbei, and mixed with Xiao Zhi again; now you live in the palace for three years. If you ask me, you should have hooked up with Xiao Zhi a long time ago, pretending to earn the trust of His Highness the Seventh."

"The Seventh Highness values ​​you so much, how dare you?"

Xu Guanchen closed his eyes tightly, was out of breath, struggled, wanted to speak several times, but was stopped by Yang Xun.

He lowered his head, gathered strength for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at him steadily: "Let me ask you, is this arrow in your hand... yours?"

Yang Xun bit his lips, but was finally speechless.

"If it's yours, from this point of view, I'm afraid you are also suspected of assassinating the Seventh Highness."

"It's not me." Yang Xun held the blue-feathered arrow, and the arrow sank a little into Xu Guanchen's chest.

Xu Guanchen gasped in pain: "Whose is that?"

"Yes……"

"I want to come..." Xu Guanchen suddenly realized, "This arrow is a relic of His Highness the Seventh Highness, you kept it, a relic of His Highness the Seventh Highness. I want to come... His Highness, he should not only have this arrow, but he should also have... sac arrow."

He bit his lower lip, and suddenly, an extremely absurd idea popped up.

Back then, he assassinated Xiao Qi at the hunting ground, and then shot him secretly in the post house. Now it seems that if it wasn't Xiao Zhi, then Xiao Qi did it.

After all, there is no evidence, so Xu Guanchen dare not think about it.

I just want to see my heart and soul in the past, and see Yang Xun's loyalty to him now.

Xu Guanchen twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a chuckle, but two lines of hot tears fell from the corner of his eyes: "Look, he also has this kind of thing himself, but he never told me. I didn't know until now."

What Xu Guanchen could think of, Yang Xun naturally thought of it, maybe he thought of it early in the morning.

It's just that he doesn't believe it.

"It's a waste of words, telling stories." Yang Xun pulled out the blue feather arrow, took a few steps back, and shot the bow, "Shut up!"

The blue feather arrow passed through the thick hemp rope hanging Xu Guanchen, and nailed it to the wall behind.

As soon as the hemp rope in his hand broke, Xu Guanchen fell down. With a "boom", it landed accurately in the coffin at the foot.

Still a little conscious, Xu Guanchen turned his head, spit out the blood from his mouth, and panted heavily.

Yang Xun put down his longbow and stepped forward, playing with his hands and feet, telling him to lie in the coffin better.

"Don't move." Yang Xun pressed his hand, "Do you want to take it again?"

"Did you think that... you were holding on just now, chattering with me, and procrastinating for a long time, so that Xiao Zhi could find you?"

"Teacher knows you, and I know you so well. How can I not know what you are thinking?"

Yang Xun stroked his temples tenderly, and called out in a low voice, "Little brother."

"I was just waiting for the hour, and now the hour has come."

Supporting his head, Yang Xun used a jade pillow to support his head, and opened his clenched fingers one by one, asking him to put them docilely in front of him.

Yang Xun straightened his sleeves and hem of his clothes, combed his hair again, and evened the blood on his lips to make rouge.

Xu Guanchen's complexion was pale, only the corners of his lips were still red, and his eyes were still bright.

Finally, Yang Xun stood up.

Cover the coffin.

When it was completely dark in front of his eyes, Yang Xun stretched out a hand and caressed Xu Guanchen's eyes.

"When we get to the underworld, you and I will become the same as before. At that time, if you call me senior brother again, I will answer you."

"Every morning class, you hide behind me and sleep. I sit up straight, help you block the teacher, touch your eyes, and tell you to sleep well."

Xu Guan exhausted his last bit of strength and raised his hand to block it, but was held down by Yang Xun.He opened his mouth again, wanting to bite him, but Yang Xun also covered his mouth.

"It's the same this time, sleep well, little brother."

The coffin was finally closed.Xu Guanchen lay quietly inside, turned his head slightly, slowed his breathing, and listened to the sound of Yang Xun knocking nails outside.

once, twice...

one, two...

All six nails were hammered into the coffin. Yang Xun seemed to get up, and back and forth, he did not know what he brought, and smashed it on the coffin, making a loud bang.

Later Xu Guanchen understood that it was the teacher's collection of books.

He wanted to burn himself, together with He Jijiu and Xu Guanchen in the coffin, this is where the teacher used to store books, there was nothing else, just a lot of books.

Xu Guanchen sighed, and after an unknown amount of time, there was faint heat coming from outside, as well as the crackling sound of burning.

It was cold underground, and it felt warm at first, but soon became hot.

Thick smoke seeped in from the gaps in the coffin. It turned out that Yang Xun was not very good at nailing coffins. The coffin was covered, but there were still gaps.

Xu Guanchen smiled, but was choked and coughed.Fortunately, he was still afraid that there would be no air in the coffin, so he slowed down his breathing and held his breath.

There was no other movement, probably Yang Xun also wade into the coffin.

How did he and Yang Xun, good senior brothers, kill each other?Xu Guanchen didn't understand.

With Xiao Qi, good monarchs and ministers, how did they become a scam in the end?He Jijiu, good teachers and students, how did it become like this?Xu Guanchen couldn't figure it out.

But with so many people, Xiao Zhi was the one he was most sorry for in his life.

He used to think that Xiao Zhi was vicious, and he disliked him very much, and he didn't like playing with him very much.Even if he lives in his mansion, he often runs to Xiao Qi's mansion, and it is common for him not to return at night.

Later, when Xiao Qi was assassinated, he didn't believe Xiao Zhi, so he arbitrarily convicted him, not allowing him to defend himself, and left as soon as he packed his bags.

After that, he forgot about the past three years, and he was full of doubts and scruples, and he didn't treat Xiao Zhi very well.

The person who just signed the marriage letter with Xiao Zhi disappeared after a year.

Xu Guanchen felt that he was sorry for Xiao Zhi, not only because he treated Xiao Zhi badly, but also because he made Xiao Zhi a widower before the festival was over.

The folks don't like to see widowers, and it's not easy for widowers to remarry.Xu Guanchen thought to himself, Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi, it's too miserable for you to meet a bastard like me.

The hot air condensed the tears and blood on his face, Xu Guanchen couldn't cry, and the symptoms of vomiting blood stopped unexpectedly.

When he was about to fall asleep, there was a messy sound outside.

As the heat dissipated, Xu Guanchen's body gradually turned cold.

He tried to raise his hand and knocked on the coffin board.

The coffin lid unexpectedly opened in response to the sound, and was pushed to the ground with a bang.

Xiao Zhi, who almost became a widower, stood in front of him, perhaps because he almost became a widower, with a ruthless face and dark eyes.

Although ruthless and vicious, Xiao Zhi's hands were trembling, and tremblingly carried him out of the coffin.

Xu Guanchen sniffed and leaned his head against Xiao Zhi's arms, but he could smell a strong smell of blood.

He complained vaguely: "It hurts me to death."

After complaining, he fell asleep.

Xu Guanchen didn't suffer many injuries, he was pierced by a poisonous arrow, there were a few red marks on his wrists from the hemp rope, and there were two marks on his neck when Yang Xun pinched him twice.

After treating the wound, he drank two more mouthfuls of decoction, but he didn't wake up, but fell asleep drowsily.

Probably because of his special physical condition, he had a high fever that night, and when he became confused, he started talking nonsense.

At the beginning, he was talking nonsense and shouting "brother".

His elder brother Xu asked, he died in Yanbei 13 years ago, where can he find it?

Xiao Zhi stood by the couch, helped him tuck the quilt, then turned to tell Eunuch Xiao Cheng: "Call Zhong Yao over."

A cousin is also considered an elder brother.

As soon as Zhong Yao received the news that Xu Guanchen had disappeared in He Mansion, he swung his sword and entered He Mansion.Later, Xiao Zhi carried the man away without saying a word. He tried to follow in, but failed.

As soon as Eunuch Xiao Cheng came out of the palace gate, he saw Zhong Yao squatting at the gate of the palace, grabbing his hair, trying to find a way to enter the palace.

Zhong Yao was invited to Funing Palace, and without changing his clothes or taking off his sword, he was taken to Xu Guanchen's couch.

"Taoist." Xiao Zhi took Xu Guanchen's hand and put it on Zhong Yao's, "Your brother is here."

Xu Guanchen frowned, and changed his dream again: "Mother."

His mother also died in Yanbei 13 years ago, so where to find her?

Xiao Zhi clasped his hand, frowned and thought for a while, then turned to look at Zhong Yao: "Revise the book, call your mother over."

Zhong Yao was very embarrassed, and he cupped his hands and replied: "Your Majesty, my mother is still in Yanbei, hurry up, it will take at least a month, I'm afraid... I won't be able to make it in time."

"You go to study by yourself and let her come over as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Xiao Zhi rubbed his brows, and still instructed Xiaocheng Gonggong: "Send a few people to the residences of the dukes of several families, and let those first-rank and second-rank wives come into the palace."

Eunuch Xiao Cheng was also in a dilemma: "Your Majesty, it's only the third watch."

Where is the reason for yelling people up in the middle of the night?

Xiao Zhi remained silent, just staring at Xu Guanchen on the couch in a daze.

Eunuch Xiao Cheng thought about it, and quickly kowtowed to accept the order: "You can eat your salary immediately, and you should relieve your worries. The adults should be considerate."

Called urgently in the middle of the night, several wives had to hastily cut their hair into buns, changed into clothes, and followed into the palace.

Eunuch Xiao Cheng specially told them to go in one by one, don't look or ask too much after entering, hold the hand of the little eunuch lying on the couch, and say "Mother is here", that's all. Touching the sideburns, touching the face, and touching the neck are allowed, because His Majesty's mood is not stable yet.

After saying "mother is here", if the young master doesn't respond, he should quickly withdraw; if the young master agrees, it depends on His Majesty's will.

In the inner room stood a row of serving eunuchs, Xiao Zhi was sitting by the couch, wiping Xu Guanchen's face.

The first lady went in, sat down on the small stool beside the couch in fear, half-closed Xu Guanchen's hand, and said softly, "Mother is here."

Xu Guanchen didn't respond, he still murmured "Mother" in his sleep.

second, third...

There is no mother like Xu Guanchen.

Several wives tried it all, and were finally invited to rest in the side hall.Eunuch Xiaocheng personally hinted that this matter should not be mentioned to other idlers other than explaining to his family why the palace summoned him.

The ladies also understood, and answered with lowered eyes.

And at this time, in the main hall of Funing Hall, Xu Guanchen changed his sleep again.

He spoke in a low voice this time, Xiao Zhi moved to his lips to hear what he said clearly.

Xu Guanchen said softly: "Liar."

Xiao Zhi asked, "What?"

"you're lying."

"What did I lie to you about?"

Xiao Zhi lost his temper by his quarrel, waved his hand, and told all the waiters in the room to retreat.

Xu Guanchen remained silent for a long time, Xiao Zhi took off the veil stuck on his forehead, and wanted to replace it with a new one.

He just turned his head when he heard Xu Guanchen sobbing and saying: "Mother and elder brother... are long gone, and so are the teacher, His Highness and Senior Brother."

Xiao Zhi paused while washing the veil, and said in a low voice: "So you know it too. I am the emperor, not the emperor of heaven. Where do you want me to find it for you?"

While talking, she sat down on the side of the couch again, wiped his face clumsily but carefully, and pretended to be fierce: "I want mother, I want brother."

"Can't you just have one, what I have?"

Xu Guanchen seemed to have heard what he said, and opened his mouth again, not knowing what he said.

Xiao Zhi moved closer to listen to him: "What do you want?"

Xu Guanchen murmured: "Xiao Yuzhi..."

"Here." Xiao Zhi held his hand and asked again, "What do you want?"

He didn't say anything else, just called Xiao Zhi's name.

And Xiao Zhi seemed to understand what he meant.

—Can't you have one, what I have?

Xiao Yuzhi, he wanted Xiao Yuzhi.

Xiao Yuzhi clasped his hands tightly and touched his face: "Here."

Sure enough, Xu Guanchen stopped making trouble, and lay peacefully on the couch, breathing evenly, probably fell asleep.

Xiao Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, held his hand, and stayed with him by the couch for a while before he dared to let go of his hand slowly, and walked away slowly.

After tossing around with Xu Guanchen all night, Xiao Zhi didn't feel sleepy at all.

He was washing and tidying up in the outside room, the door between the outside room and the inner room was open, the little eunuch who was serving him didn't dare to look, it was Xiao Zhi who would look at Xu Guanchen from time to time, for fear that he would disappear.

Soon after returning to the couch, Xiao Zhi shook his hand and tried his forehead again, it was still hot.

Xiao Zhi looked at the hair on his forehead, a little cinnabar between his eyebrows was still red, so it wasn't a disease, it was just a normal fever, and he couldn't be taken to the cold pool.

It was rumored that a group of imperial physicians came to check the pulse again, and they all said that Xu Guanchen's body was not good, the ground was cold, and he was frightened, so he had a fever and sweated.

Xiao Zhi thought for a while, dismissed the palace servants, leaving only one candle by the couch.He took off his clothes, and lay down beside Xu Guanchen as usual.

Paying attention to avoid the arrow wound on Xu Guanchen, Xiao Zhi put his arms around his shoulders, Xiao Zhi's feet hooked his feet, took him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

With the help of a faint flickering candlelight beside the couch, Xiao Zhi took a careful look at this person who was almost lost by him.

Dingguo's mansion is a family of martial arts, but Xu Guanchen does not look heroic, gentle and gentle, more like a young son raised by a scholarly family.In recent years, he has practiced Taoism diligently, and between his eyebrows and eyes, there is a faint hint of being transparent, and he looks more and more like a little Taoist priest.Because of illness, there is a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, and it looks good at this moment.

At that time, I found him in the underground of He Mansion, where there was thick smoke, which made people cough.

Xiao Zhi stood in the thick smoke looking for someone, with three coffins lined up in front of him.

That Yang Xun couldn't bear the choking, so he sat up and ran outside.Xiao Zhi grabbed his collar, punched him twice in the face, and asked him which one was Xu Guanchen, but he didn't say anything.

The remaining two coffins were firmly nailed. The guards in the palace did not bring any other tools, so they knocked and beat with the sword on their waists, breaking a few nails.

Xiao Zhi couldn't wait for a moment, couldn't wait, his eyes were red, like a red-eyed beast, he also mixed in with them to pry nails, and even mixed in with them... and shed two tears.

At that time, the guards put out the fire with water, and two tears were nothing.

The coffin on the right was opened, and He Jijiu was inside, only the one in the middle remained.

The coffin lid in the middle was nailed crookedly, and it was more difficult to take it apart.

When the last two long nails were left, Xiao Zhi pushed twice violently, and unexpectedly lifted the lid of the coffin that was still nailed.

Xu Guanchen was lying there, the dress on his body was like a shroud, his face was pale, but his lips were so red that they were bleeding, he looked... really dead.

And Xu Guanchen opened his eyes, the eyeballs rolled around, and his eyes turned around him unconsciously, lifeless.

Xiao Zhi's throat was dry, he couldn't speak, he could only hold him out with trembling hands, and picked him up again as the best person in the world.

Xu Guanchen leaned against him and muttered: "It hurts me to death."

The gloomy Xiao Zhi didn't have a long-term heart at first, but because of Xu Guanchen's presence, he slowly grew up.And because Xu Guanchen was almost lost by him, almost died.In the end, because of Xu Guanchen's cry of pain, it was broken into pieces.

Xiao Zhi still has lingering fears when he thinks of this incident now, causing chaos for him.

Holding him in his arms at this moment still doesn't feel very real, if it wasn't for Xu Guanchen's injuries, Xiao Zhi wished he could hold him down and melt into his own flesh and blood.

After making a fuss all night, Xiao Zhi hugged him and lay down for a while, only to feel that Xu Guanchen seemed to be sweating thinly through his clothes.

He casually picked up the handkerchief, poked it in from the hem of Xu Guanchen's clothes and the collar, and wiped his sweat.

I held him in a daze for a while, and soon it was dawn.

The morning light shines in through the window paper, through the curtains in front of the bed, and shines on Xu Guanchen's face.

He frowned, didn't open his eyes, just pushed Xiao Zhi lightly, and muttered: "You're like this again."

"Taoist?" Xiao Zhi hugged him tighter, touched his forehead, it didn't feel hot anymore, then lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair,

Xu Guanchen was a little annoyed, he refused to let go, pressed him hard, and complained: "Why do you keep doing this?"

"Taoist priest..." Xiao Zhi stuck close to him, "Little ancestor, it's morning."