Ying Jingjue's eyes were red, and Xiao Zhizi covered his mouth tightly at the corner of the corridor. He watched Lian Shenwei walking away with a sword in his hand.
Xiao Zhizi: "Your Highness, please do not act rashly. Right now, the entire capital is..."
“Your Highness!”
Ying Jingjue broke away suddenly and staggered into the Zichen Palace.
The temperature in the hall was blown away by the wind, and the ground was covered with scattered rice paper. Ying Jingjue paid no attention to any of this. He took two steps at a time and walked to the front of Emperor Jingcheng's dragon bed.
Then he stopped suddenly.
The person lying on the bed had long since died.
Ying Jingjue knelt down stupidly and held Emperor Jingcheng's already cold hand.
"Father."
"Father."
“…”
No one answered.
Ying Jingjue placed his forehead against the back of Emperor Jingcheng's hand. After a long while, he uttered a hoarse voice: "Father."
Xiao Zhizi knelt beside him and bowed deeply.
Ying Jingjue closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were bloodshot and the last bit of childishness in his body disappeared instantly.
But he looked extremely calm.
The young Chu Jun spoke word by word: "Lian Shenwei."
Lian, cautious, and subtle.
The name smelt of blood when it came out of my mouth.
Within half a day, the capital was in panic.
Lian Shenwei's tactics seemed to be really forcing the palace to rebel. The ministers who were trapped in the palace to work were worried, and almost all of them knelt outside the Chongtian Gate and demanded to see the emperor.
——If Lian Shenwei really intends to sit on the throne himself, then they can only be regarded as old ministers.
What are the chances of survival?
Many times when dynasties changed, ministers cried, not because of the overthrow of the dynasty, but because of their own tragic fate in the future.
Suddenly.
A heavy bell sounded in the palace.
Boom——!
Nine sounds.
The emperor died.
Suddenly, cries were heard from all over the silent palace.
The palace gates were wide open, and the Tiannan soldiers, wearing armor, entered the palace in teams, full of murderous aura. Some sharp-eyed people saw that some of the Black Armor Guards' swords were stained with blood.
I don't know where I just came from.
"My Lords."
Tiannan looked around, and all the officials kneeling outside the Chongtian Gate stood up. Someone insisted, "Your Majesty passed away, and the Black Armor Guards broke into the palace. May I ask what the Regent Prince means by this?!"
Tiannan took out a piece of paper, on which were almost all the images of the eldest prince in the court. He read out their titles and names one by one and asked them to step out.
While they were hesitating, an official stepped forward.
If there is a first one, there will be a second one, a third one...
The left chancellor was not the eldest prince's man, so he asked, "I wonder what the regent wants these gentlemen to do?"
Tiannan announced in a deep voice:
"The eldest prince plotted to seize the throne. He once assassinated the crown prince on his southern tour, and even besieged and killed the crown prince when he was rushing back to the capital. His mind was vicious. During the period when Your Majesty was seriously ill, he was even more disloyal and unfilial. He secretly conspired with the mother's family, intending to rebel and force the abdication today."
"The Regent Prince has to enter the palace to uphold the country's principles. I have ordered the Black Armor Guards to kill the eldest prince's maternal family and those who participated in the rebellion in the eldest prince's mansion. The eldest prince will be temporarily detained in the mansion and will be dealt with when the new emperor ascends the throne."
As soon as Tiannan finished speaking, the court officials of the eldest prince's party collapsed to the ground.
How good can the consequences be for standing on the wrong side?
Tiannan waved his hand, and the Black Armor Guards immediately stepped forward to subdue these people and take them away.
Ye Mingqin raised his head and asked calmly, "Excuse me, where were these adults taken?"
If so many officials were killed all at once, the court would not be able to find so many officials familiar with the vacant positions in a short period of time.
When Emperor Jingcheng passed away, it was a time of great storm and the Great Sheng Dynasty could not afford to be in turmoil any more.
Tiannan glanced at her and said politely, "Of course it's the imperial prison."
Ye Mingqin breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn't killed outright.
Zuo Cheng: "Please allow us to enter the palace and discuss the follow-up matters with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
After he said this, he thought to himself that this was also a temptation.
Not long after the regent entered the palace, the emperor died. Who would believe that Mao Pu was not involved?
If the Regent King didn't want the Crown Prince to ascend the throne, then was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still alive? It was obvious that he was worrying too much. After he finished speaking, Tiannan asked the Black Armor Guards to make way.
"Please come in, my lords."
Zuo Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.
Li Ningfeng had been in isolation for treatment. The moment he heard the dragon bell, he didn't care about anything else and struggled out of his room with a cane.
After walking a few steps, I met the old marquis who was hurrying over.
He hurriedly asked, "Did father hear it too? Your Majesty... why is it so sudden?!"
"What are you doing out here?! How can you help at this time? Hurry back," the old marquis glared and said sullenly, "Your father was just about to go to the palace. The regent acted too quickly today, leaving no room for reaction at all."
Li Ningfeng: "What did he do?"
The old marquis said: "He killed the eldest prince's maternal family. The eldest prince's mansion is now a river of blood. Only the eldest prince and a few wives, concubines and children are left. They are imprisoned in the mansion and strictly guarded."
"And the rest of the eldest princes in the court were all forced out of the palace, and it seemed they were headed to the imperial prison."
Li Ningfeng's heart sank: "Lian Shenwei wants to rebel?"
"That's impossible. If he wants to rebel, he will definitely ask for a fiefdom and raise an army there. After all, the Great Sheng Dynasty is still named Ying," the old marquis quickly said. "Wait a minute, don't walk around. I'll go to the palace to see if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince needs help."
"Where's Mr. Fubiao?"
Li Ningfeng shook his head: "Gone. Mr. Fu Biao has always been very strange. But according to his usual habit, he should have gone to the pharmacy outside."
Mr. Fu Biao was an expert in medicine, but he seldom spoke to him, and when he did, he spoke with cold, sarcastic remarks. He would occasionally go out, sometimes to visit drug stores outside, and sometimes he would disappear everywhere. He had long been accustomed to this.
"You'd better not go out at this time... Anyway, do you know when your leg will be healed?"
"The treatment is almost over, and there is basically no harm. But it will take more than a month to fully recover." Li Ningfeng saw his worry, "Father, are you worried that the Northern Barbarians will take advantage of the unrest in the court to invade the border?"
"Exactly."
"It takes half a month to send a message from the capital to the Northern Barbarians, and it will also take time for the Northern Barbarians to react. My son's leg is almost completely healed, so we will head to the border immediately."
The old marquis still had some worries in his heart: "I hope so."
Lian Shenwei disappeared after coming out of the palace.
I looked for him everywhere with candles lit, but couldn't find him until evening.
Ye Mingqin came back from the palace in the evening and took a few people to the Regent's Palace. She wanted to ask her brother-in-law something, but she didn't see anyone.
She was Lian Shenwei's adopted sister, and some people in the palace who knew the inside story did not treat her as an outsider, so they told her that the Regent Prince was not in the palace at the moment, and the two masters in the palace, Tiannan and Mingzhu, were out looking for someone.
Ye Mingqin felt a chill in her heart.
A lot of conspiracy theories flashed through my mind in an instant.
She knew that there were spies from the Northern Barbarians in the capital. If there was any more trouble under the current circumstances, and if her brother-in-law went missing, it would be even worse. She did not make it public, but went out with her confidants to help look for him.
Ming Cang finally had no choice but to find Feng Ke and ask him if he had ever met the master.
Feng Ke's face changed after hearing this, his heart was in suspense, and he said "it's over" twice in a row, which made Ming Candle very nervous.
The search lasted until night, when Feng Ke caught a familiar and melodious flute sound with his ears.
God knows how his cold hands and feet finally felt a little warm the moment he heard the flute sound. He was so afraid that he would never find Lian Shenwei again.
When he arrived at the place breathlessly, Feng Ke discovered that this was a cliff on the outskirts of Beijing. The view was extremely broad, and there was a whole bamboo forest below.
The waning moon hangs high in the sky, and the breeze blows through the bamboos, making a rustling sound.
The person he had been looking for for most of the day finally sat down on the edge of the cliff, with his legs crossed and a leisurely posture. The thin cloak he had been wearing was spread out beside him, with three jars of wine placed on it.
The two altars were empty and tilted to one side.
Feng Ke didn't say anything, just listened to him playing the tune.
It was not the song "A Hero Travels a Thousand Miles" that I played last time. It was an unknown song that was widely circulated in the martial arts world but still had no name.
Empty, melancholy, and dreamlike.
Long after he finished blowing, Lian Shenwei coughed a few times, as if he was laughing, and his tone was lazy and drunken, "Here? Who is it?"
Feng Ke: "You can't drink too much alcohol in your current health."
"I can," Lian Shenwei half-closed his eyes, "I just feel bad that it's not the wine from Phoenix Terrace. The wine there is the real good wine, and the name is elegant too. I can drink both of you down by myself. The wine from the capital..."
He shook his head in disdain, "Not good."
The green dongxiao turned a circle in his hand, and the dark red and white jade tassel hanging at the tail swayed gently.
Although he said something bad, he picked up the wine bottle and took another sip.
Lian Shenwei looked back at Feng Ke and laughed out loud, then he raised his legs, patted his side, and said casually, "What are you looking at? Do you think I'm going to jump down from here? Come and sit down."
Feng Ke came closer, but did not sit down, and did not say anything to spoil the fun, such as "You can't drink", "Are you happy today?"
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Lian Shenwei looked at the bright moon in the sky and said, "I have never felt so relaxed and happy in the past ten years."
He looked at Feng Ke: "Aren't you happy for me?"
Lian Shenwei said, "I have no enemies anymore. Feng Ke, Fudu Villa, finally got my revenge. My relatives can rest in peace now. I have avenged them."
"As a friend, I'm happy for you," Feng Ke said, "but as a childhood friend, I feel sorry for you. My father would also feel sorry for you if he saw you like this."
He looked at Lian Shenwei with complicated eyes.
But is he really happy?
Feng Ke didn't say much, and sighed silently: "You must be very tired these years, it's time to take a break. Sister Youwei and uncle and aunt will blame you for not taking good care of yourself if they see you like this."
Lian Shenwei didn't say anything for a long time, and slowly lay down on the thin cloak on the ground. He was drunk and stared at the night sky for a long time. Suddenly he raised his hand and covered his eyes with his arm.
“Will they think about me too?”
"Yes, they will. They love you so much," Feng Ke raised his head, pretending not to notice the tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Why wasn't I the one who died ten years ago?" Lian Shenwei whispered.
When Mingzhu, Tiannan and Ye Mingqin rushed over, they happened to hear a tired and slightly sad murmur:
“…I’m so tired.”
The author has something to say:
Lian Shenwei plays an unknown tune in this chapter, which can be compared to the Dongxiao version of "Swordsman Jianghu", which is very ethereal and melodious.
There is also the aforementioned Chun Dong Xiao version of "A Hero Travels Thousands of Miles", which can also be searched. If you are interested, you can go and listen to it.
It is indeed the start of school. There are fewer familiar babies checking in in the comment section. Happy school. Have you finished your homework? (dog head)
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