I'm really not an official match [Wear the book]

After Song Sheng got the commander seal, he began to take over the big and small things in the barracks.

From the resettlement of the refugees and how several lieutenants came to power.

Song Sheng lifted Zhao Xu up. Zhao Xu's ability was there, and it would be a waste to not use this kind of talent.

On the day Song Sheng led troops into battle for the first time, Wang Lin, who had worn Jia Liang's skin for a long time, also tore off the skin and followed Song Sheng to the battlefield.

Song Sheng glanced at him: "Why did you come here to join in the fun?"

"I join in the fun?" Wang Lin cast a glance at him, "If the prince hadn't told me to watch you, I would have come here?"

"What are you looking at me for?" Hearing the word "Wang Ye", Song Sheng's reaction was dull.

"I'm afraid you will die here, but the prince said that if you die, don't let me go back." Wang Lin glanced at no one around, and teased in a low voice, "Seventh princess, don't die. .”

"Fuck you, can't you say something nice?"

Song Sheng punched Wang Lin on the shoulder.

When the two of them went out, they bumped into Zhao Xu who came in head-on. Zhao Xu looked at Wang Lin and was stunned for a while.

"Wang... Wang..."

"Wang Lin." Wang Lin thought he had forgotten his name, so he kindly filled in the last word.

Zhao Xu: "..."

He was often arrested by Wang Lin before, if he didn't even know Wang Lin's name, then he would be too careless.

but……

What he wanted to ask was why Wang Lin appeared here!

Zhao Xu looked at Song Sheng suspiciously.

Song Sheng explained: "Some things may not be clear for a while now, he was sent by the Seventh Prince."

"My lord, this...if people in the capital find out..."

Without the imperial decree, the hand of the Seventh Prince actually extended into the barracks. Doesn't this expose his wolfish ambition?

Now is the critical moment for seizing the throne, this Seventh Prince...

"It's okay. The news has been coming and going for so many days. By the time the news is delivered, the owner may have changed long ago."

It is already winter in Beijing.

This winter is colder than ever.

Knowing that the prince whom he usually despises the most has actually inserted his hands into the court in such a way that he was undefended in the past, the emperor's body is getting worse day by day.

Originally, I could still speak a few words, but later, I couldn't even speak.

One was that he couldn't survive this cold winter, and the other was that he was angered by Qi Yu.

When Qi Yu appeared at the door of the emperor's bedroom in fox fur, he was stopped by a few young eunuchs with sharp eyes and quick hands: "Seventh prince, the emperor has already rested, come back tomorrow."

"roll."

Qi Yu's thin lips parted slightly, and he looked indifferently at the few little eunuchs who were blocking him, and stretched out his hand to grab the little eunuch's neck, "It's really a good dog who does its best."

Then, he threw the man on the ground, opened the door and went in.

The smell of incense in the emperor's palace is surprisingly strong.

As soon as Qi Yu smelled it, he knew it was incense for sleep.

"Seven...seven princes." The maid called Qi Yu in fear, but Qi Yu didn't even look away.

A few people looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they all backed out.

After waiting outside, a quick-responsive court lady pulled the other and said, "Go and invite His Royal Highness."

All the irrelevant people in the dormitory left, Qi Yu stood in front of the dragon bed, looked at the man lying on the bed with his eyes slightly open, Qi Yu smiled: "It's really a reincarnation, I look at you now like I looked at her back then. It's like dying in the cold palace."

"Evil..." The emperor was furious, but even with all his strength, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Qi Yu's face with a slight smile was reflected in his widened eyes.

Qi Yu looked at his dying struggle, without the slightest pity or anger.

It's like looking at someone who doesn't matter.

In fact, he also forgot what his mother and concubine was like when he died. It was too long ago, and he only remembered that it was also this kind of cold winter and twelfth lunar month, when his mother and concubine was bestowed to death by an imperial decree from the dying person in front of him. up.

He died right in front of He Xiao and him.

"I... At the beginning... I... should..."

But with only a few words, the emperor was already in cold sweat.

Qi Yu walked over and smiled at him, "You should have let me die with her back then, why did you leave yourself a disaster?"

"However, you should be glad that it is good for you to keep me."

"I can send Qi Lian down to accompany you."

"After all, he is your favorite son."

After Qi Yu finished speaking, he heard a voice calling for the prince from outside. Just as Qi Yu straightened up, Qi Lian opened the door and came in.

Qi Lian looked at Qi Yu, this year, Qi Yu's ambition was completely exposed.

The two of them had already torn their faces apart.

Qi Lian looked at Qi Yu and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Come and see, it can't be to kill the king."

Qi Lian sneered, "If it wasn't for the injustice of killing the king, maybe you would have done it long ago?"

"Sure enough, brother, you know me best."

"Qi Yu, why don't you die!" For more than a year, Qi Yu's strength has exceeded Qi Lian's imagination. What he doesn't want usually, since Qi Yu came to snatch him, what he doesn't want If you want it, you have to get what you want.

No matter how many sage books he has read, the only thing he thinks when he sees Qi Yu at the moment is to hope that he will die sooner, disappear in this world sooner, disappear completely.

"Why should I die? The throne is right in front of my eyes, and Song Sheng is still waiting for me. My life is at a time when I am proud," Qi Yu smiled. He said, "Brother, you have to be careful, for someone like you who has no money or money, there may only be a dead end left."

If it wasn't for his father, who respected him so much, still lying on the hospital bed, Qi Lian might have made a move directly.

When Qi Yu came out from the palace, He Xiao could feel that the master seemed to be in a good mood.

After Song Sheng left, and since the battle for the position in the palace compound started, he seldom saw the slightest smile on Qi Yu's face.

"My lord."

"The emperor probably won't last for a few days, and he can prepare for the succession ceremony."

"It's not that the emperor should be prepared first..."

"That doesn't need us to prepare, there are plenty of people in the palace who can prepare this thing."

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, didn't he even prepare for the late emperor's funeral?

Taking another look at Qi Yu who had already gotten into the carriage, He Xiao sighed. Although the Seventh Prince kept saying that those people were insignificant, he would still have hatred in his heart.

He hates that he hasn't enjoyed any family affection since he was born.

He hates that he is obviously a prince, and hates those who have the same blood as him, but reminds him all the time how dirty his background is.

Obviously, as long as there is a little bit of kindness, it will be fine.

However, none of these people ever gave it to him.

It was before, and it is now.

"What is your lord thinking?"

He Xiao looked at the silent Qi Yu and asked.

"I miss Song Sheng."

He Xiao: "..."

Although he already knew about the two of them, He Xiao still couldn't react for a while and couldn't accept their lord's straightforwardness.

"Song Sheng should also miss the prince."

"He won't."