Chapter 243 I'm afraid you've been waiting for me for a long time.
The cold wind rustled, the dusk deepened, and the shadows of the trees swayed slightly.
Wei Zhao and his group walked for half an incense stick of time, and finally stopped in a courtyard.
The surroundings were empty, and the white lanterns hanging there looked many years old, emitting a dim light, which was very desolate.
The servant who brought them here made a gesture of invitation, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside, and gently pushed open the door.
Wei Zhao whispered to Shunzi to stay outside, stepped inside, and the door closed again.
Candles were lit in the room.
Not bright.
The shrouded heat was like a steamer that had just been opened, and the heat waves rolled in, making people uncomfortable.
The room was stained with charcoal fire, and the windows were never opened. The air was stuffy and carried a strong smell of sandalwood.
Gurgle, it was the sound of boiling tea.
Wei Zhao did not pause at all, walked around the six-happiness screen, and went inside.
Inside sat a man wearing thick furs, thin, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, but his eyes were gloomy, sitting at a small square table.
He did not look up.
Instead, when Wei Zhao approached, he pushed the brewed tea to the empty seat opposite.
"Try it."
Wei Zhao sat down. He raised his slender fingertips and took a sip.
"How is it?"
Wei Zhao looked at the color of the tea: "Old tea, the taste is very bad."
It's bitter.
"It's good to drink some, don't be too picky."
Wei Zhao sipped it all. Even though he had just come in, he was already sweating from the heat. But the man in front of him was still holding a hot water bottle in his arms.
"Your body..."
Ying Fuyan poured himself a cup, and the hem of his clothes slid down slightly during the movement, revealing a little pattern on his arm, and he tasted it slowly: "Your body was damaged during the years of labor after exile."
"When it rains, I get old cold legs, and I am also particularly afraid of cold at other times."
"I won't die."
The pattern...
looks like the word prisoner.
Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes, and it was clearest.
It is a copper brand, a torture to humiliate the prisoner.
The branding iron with words engraved on it is heated to red hot and pressed against the skin. With a sizzling sound, it will cause severe burns and scars. Unless the whole piece is cut off, it will be difficult to remove.
Ying Fuyan followed his line of sight to his wrist. He didn't think there was anything to hide, and said calmly: "It should have been branded on the face, but my good uncle has the best reputation."
If it gets out, wouldn't it be considered as harming the orphan of Prince Yan?
Wei Zhao looked around.
Not to mention that this place is remote, the furnishings are also very simple.
The room is empty, except for a small square table, a bed, and a screen, nothing else.
Wei Zhao: "Sir, can you please extend your hand?"
Although Ying Fuyan didn't know what he was doing, he still extended his hand.
Wei Zhao lowered his eyes and felt his pulse.
He didn't know how long it had been.
"After the death of the previous emperor, Emperor Ying Qian took the position, but was afraid that he would not be able to sit firmly on the throne, so he fabricated a crime and exiled the entire Yanwang Mansion for thousands of miles."
Under the flickering candlelight, Wei Zhao's eyes flickered, and he spoke slowly.
"During the exile, the Yanwang wife gave birth to a daughter, but she died of heavy bleeding. It was freezing cold and the conditions were difficult, and the child did not survive for half a month." Ying
Fuyan's face turned cold.
Wei Zhao: "The Yanwang was indeed feared by Emperor Ying Qian."
Before the death of the previous emperor who was seriously ill, officials in the court discussed that the throne would be passed to the Yanwang.
"After losing his beloved wife, the Yanwang was not in good health. In the wild land, the soldiers were strictly ordered by the superiors."
Later, the Yanwang also died.
"In the huge Yanwang Mansion, only the prince is left."
Ying Fuyan listened to him calmly: "You went to great lengths to find me, not just to say such things."
Wei Zhao pulled the corner of his mouth.
It was indeed a lot of trouble. The person sent to the exile place to find Ying Fuyan's identity and do hard labor was fake.
In such a short time, the Wei family army could not mobilize a large army, so they could only look for people secretly. They only had a portrait of Ying Fuyan when he was still in Shangjing, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
If not...
Wei Zhao's dark eyes were heavy.
If Ying Fuyan had not intended for him to find him, he would not have been able to rush here so quickly.
Moreover, when he came out of the cave, Wei Zhao noticed that there were many strange auras hidden around, which were secret guards.
Wei Zhao said directly: "I want to help you sit on the throne."
Ying Fuyan frowned: "I don't want to."
Wei Zhao: "No, you want to."
Ying Fuyan pondered for a moment: "I am willing to lend a hand, and you can also sit firmly on the throne with your ability."
He wanted to make the royal family's life worse than death, and he didn't want to be the emperor.
Wei Zhao leaned back: "I am idle?"
Wei Zhao didn't even want to be a general, he just wanted Emperor Ying Qian to die.
How many people are living and working in peace and contentment now? Sitting in that position, you have to work hard and take responsibility.
Ying Fuyan: ...
I can't talk anymore.
Wei Zhao: "You hate Emperor Ying Qian, and so do I."
"Isn't it just to chop that man into pieces that the prince has cultivated his power?"
Although there are differences, it is indeed attractive.
Both of them want to blow up the palace. With the powerful alliance, Ying Fuyan has long been looking forward to that person using blood to sacrifice the dead soul.
Wei Zhao saw that he was silent, and he was not anxious.
"To be honest, this is the first time I have met the prince. I didn't say hello before I came, but there was a maid waiting at the entrance of the cave. I guess the prince knew I was coming."
"You can escape from the wild exile and cultivate some power. If you say you don't want revenge, I don't believe it."
"Prince... I'm afraid you have been waiting for me for a long time."
"Wrong."
Ying Fuyan thought for a while: "I am five years older than you, and I have attended your full moon banquet with my mother."
It's not the first time they have met.
Wei Zhao was born not long after the death of the previous emperor. My mother also said that this is the younger brother of the Wei family, and she will let him take him out to play in the future.
When Wei Zhao was in the wife of Duke Shun, the two houses often visited each other.
Once, the wife of Duke Shun and her mother were drinking tea in the pavilion.
Princess Yan was a talkative person. It had been more than half a year since General Jingyuan came back from the border. He was all alone. Now that he had established a career, it was time for him to start a family. She talked about the wife of Duke Shun, Ning Suchan.
[“I heard that the Duke had hired three midwives at home a long time ago? He must be particularly concerned about you.”]
Ning Suchan had heard so many jokes that she just smiled lightly.
She raised her eyes, but her sight seemed to be unable to focus on the reality.
[“I have been restless these days. I just hope that the child is fine, and the Duke is also fine.”]
[“What about you?”]
[“If they are fine, I will be fine.”]
Princess Yan shook her head when she heard it.
【“Look at what you said. Are you afraid of the upcoming birth? But it’s true. Giving birth is like stepping into the gates of hell, especially for the first child. When I was pregnant with Ah Yan, I had severe morning sickness and vomiting. I was in pain for a whole day on the day of delivery. It scared the people around me, but fortunately, it was safe. You are a good baby this time. Since you were born, you haven’t felt any discomfort in the past few months, and you haven’t made trouble for you. It can be seen that the child loves his mother. I don’t want to let you suffer more during childbirth.”】
Su Channing put one hand on her lower abdomen.
Perhaps sensing her mother’s touch, the child in her belly patted her belly gently to give some response.
Her eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened.
Ying Fuyan was called over by his mother at this time.
The Princess of Yan tapped the belly of the wife of the Duke of Shun.
【“Ayan, tell me, is the baby in your aunt Ning’s belly a younger sister or a younger brother?”】
(End of this chapter)
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