The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

No matter when Song Wei opens his eyes, wherever he can see, there must be someone within three feet.Sometimes it was the two heads of the guards, Mouping and Qin Xian, sometimes it was the imperial doctor known as Master Li, and at night it must be Dugu Mian himself.Next to the bed was a low couch and a high table, Lord Xianhou directly used this place as an office and bedroom at night.

Song Wei didn't realize it at first, and only after a few days did she figure it out at a certain moment when Guard Qin was staring at her. Such 24-hour continuous surveillance was because she was afraid that she would commit suicide again.

The reason why he was so dull was naturally because after waking up, he never thought of doing it again.Taking a sword in vain did not gain any benefit except getting himself on the bed to lift his corpse.Occasionally, when I think about it, I always feel that behind the failure of success is full of malice from fate.What's more, the desperate courage under extreme anger is irreplaceable.This resolute act almost exhausted the courage he had accumulated in several lifetimes.Otherwise, you can't cut yourself off in any life, you have to wait until today.

Song Wei turned her back to Dugu, silently depressed.

You know, the most feared thing about suicide is attempted suicide.

Suicide attempt—listen, how unlucky, how embarrassing, how stupid, how embarrassing... The blue frost sword, which cuts iron like mud, penetrated several inches into the flesh, so painful that he wanted to pull out lumps and lumps from his body Throw it away, and breathing seems to be a heavy burden.

What a loss...too bad...

Song Wei clenched her fists to endure the pain.I thought to myself, this sword has already been suffered, even if it was for nothing, no matter what, I should get some money back.

Originally distracted by the constant surveillance, I almost yelled at Dugu, "The person who called you and you, hurry up and go away, what should I do? I just want to get well soon, sneak away, and never see you again." , because the desire to get back the original idea appeared, he immediately swallowed this obviously irrational sentence back to his stomach.

Since then, the Cold War has begun.

No matter what Dugu Mian said or did, Song Wei just didn't speak.Being hugged, fed medicine, and scrubbed by Mr. Xianhou very tenderly, he put on an expression of "sorrow is greater than death", stared blankly at the roof, wall, or a flower on the curtain, Anyway, he just didn't look at Lord Hou's face.If Dugu Mian insisted on holding his face and confided affectionately, without saying a few words, Song Wei would definitely be trembling with anger, her face would alternately turn pale and turn red, and she couldn't help panting heavily, no matter holding her breath or inhaling it, it would aggravate the wound pain The index, soon dripping with cold sweat, passed out weakly.

After two times like this, Dugu had no idea at all, and only asked him to save his life and get better soon.

The pale and thin man was lying in his arms, his obsidian-like eyes had lost their luster, his red lips like flower petals were bloodless, and the face that was once so vivid and vivid that one could see spring instantly, no longer smiled.All this must be the most effective torture for Lord Xianhou.Song Wei didn't want to think about anything else, she still had some confidence in that.

However, no matter how much she pretended to be sick, under the careful treatment of Li Yi, the imperial physician, Song Wei's body was still getting better day by day with an irreversible trend.He was lying down and couldn't move, and he was very confused. He didn't know which internal organs he had punctured. He was afraid that he would suffer on his own and become a second-class disabled and tuberculosis ghost.He pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on several conversations between the imperial doctor and Xianhou, knowing that he has a good background, as long as he doesn't make any troubles, he will not leave any sequelae, and he is very relieved.

Facing Dugu again alone, he didn't dare to make himself die on purpose frequently, and gradually intentionally added pure acting elements.Dying, sick and thin, sullen, depressed, and so on, they can be in place at any time, at their fingertips.

After Dugu almost suffered from a nervous breakdown, he was worried day and night, chasing Li Yi to ask.The Royal Physician frowned: "Your Highness the Sixth Highness seems to have something on his mind, so the wound heals slowly. Sword wounds are easy to heal, but heart diseases are difficult to heal. I'm a dull-witted official, so I really don't know where to get this heart medicine."

Dugu Mian was speechless.

Every so often, the emperor found an opportunity to secretly go to Xianhou's mansion to see his son.Song Wei and Dugu Xian had a cold war, and the two fathers couldn't help but like to hear and see the secrets, and the emperor was even more determined to finish the show of recognizing relatives that was hastily interrupted at the beginning.

"Xiaoyin, wait until you feel better, and you can move, then go to the palace with your father to recuperate..."

Song Wei half leaned on the cushion at the head of the bed, her voice was gentle and polite, her words were indifferent and decisive: "Sorry, Your Majesty, Caomin have their own parents, and it has nothing to do with Your Majesty."

The emperor didn't want to get angry with him, so he said softly, "Why do you have the surname Song? Do you think it's just a coincidence?"

Song Wei pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled: "This is really just a coincidence. Song Wei's surname is Song, but she followed her mother. My mother came from the Song family of the Gelan tribe in Huihe. Because of the grace of the great ancestor, she bestowed the national surname on her. The surname is Song. Your Majesty recognizes his son based on this, I am afraid that he will not be able to recognize him."

Hearing his teasing and joking tone, the emperor couldn't hold back his anger immediately, and shouted: "Follow your mother's surname? Do you think Song Manji is really your mother? Do you think her real surname is Song? Song Manji, the proprietress of the Persian Restaurant in Fanfang, Xidu, She was originally the maidservant next to Hexi Zhaoyi in the past, and entered the palace with her master in the 23rd year of Yuankang. Her name is Uman!"

Seeing Song Wei's wide-eyed expression of disbelief, the emperor said: "A maidservant fleeing privately is a capital crime. Stealing the prince out of the palace is more like implicating the three clans. The reason is that she is loyal to protect the lord and has the intention of raising the prince." Well, I can be extra merciful and exempt him from the death penalty. However, Uman himself should be imprisoned and his husband’s property should be confiscated..."

Hearing this, Song Wei was furious, and slapped the bed.He didn't have much strength, but the quilt was wrinkled, and then his chest was so painful that he took a deep breath and didn't spit it out for a long time.

"Xiao Yin!" The emperor was startled, and quickly reached out to help him.Xianhou who was kicked out appeared at the door together with the imperial doctor Qiqi.

Seeing Song Wei slowly coming over, the emperor waved his hand, signaling that people outside should not disturb the father and son's exchange of feelings.

Song Wei took a few breaths, covered her chest, and said in a low voice: "You want to lock up my mother and search my stepfather's house?"

These words were extremely harsh, and the emperor said with a dark face: "Absurd! That's not your mother!"

Song Wei seemed to be frightened by him, after a while, she raised her head and looked over timidly, and asked tentatively, "Am I really your son?"

The emperor's face turned pale: "It's absolutely true."

Song Wei's expression changed: "So, since Song Manji raised your son for you, you will not only arrest him and put him in prison, but also confiscate his husband's house?"

The emperor was about to speak, but accidentally asked him to raise his hand to cover his mouth.In the emperor's life, the chances of being so offended by others were extremely rare, and his nerves froze in an instant.

Song Wei looked at him sincerely and earnestly: "Your Majesty, wait a moment for an answer. I'll just ask His Majesty: Song Manji, Your Majesty said her name is Uman, then Uman. It's this Uman, why do you want to take the risk of implicating the three clans? Stealing the prince from the palace? This is illogical. Think about it, she is an unmarried girl—a court lady, is she unmarried? An unmarried girl stole a baby and raised it as her own son for more than 20 years. Losing her reputation is the second thing, worrying about losing her head all the time, who can bear it? I don’t understand, is she mentally ill? Or mentally handicapped?”

Putting down his hands, he stared straight into the emperor's eyes, his eyes were like frozen lake water, cold and clear.

Whether it was the previous question or the gaze at the moment, the emperor was unable to deal with it.The Nine-Five Supreme actually stammered: "This, this, of course, there is a reason..."

Song Wei didn't wait for him to finish, and said calmly: "Everything has a reason. I don't care if you like to talk or not. However, no matter how you look at it, it's Uman who owes you a favor. He understands some great principles, but he dare not recognize a father who will repay kindness and revenge, and is not as good as a beast."

When the emperor heard this, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, he couldn't breathe, and almost passed out.

Song Wei picked up the medicine bowl next to the bed and threw it on the ground, and Xianhou and the imperial doctor appeared at the door together again.The imperial doctor rushed in to rub the emperor's chest, while Xianhou stuffed the exhausted Song Wei into the quilt and asked him to lie down and rest.

The emperor was supported by his servants and went back to the palace with a livid face.

The father and son had a heart-to-heart talk for the first time, and they broke up unhappy.

A few days later, the emperor came again.

This time, obviously, a lot of psychological construction has been done again, and the communication strategy has also been adjusted. I no longer talk about father, entering the palace, arresting your mother and imprisoning, and so on. Decoction, regardless of size, asked one by one.Seeing him like this, Song Wei also put away her bitter and mean face, and answered calmly.After all, the other party is quite old, and no matter how deep the personal grievances are, it can't be really pissed off.

The emperor was older than the old Hou Ye Duguchen. When Hexi Zhaoyi entered the palace, he was already over forty, so he could be called an old cow eating young grass.Or to put it more nicely, it can be euphemistically called "Forgetful Love".As for Song Wei, he can be regarded as the youngest child in the world.Lost and recovered, so I care about it very much, even if the emperor is respected, it is unavoidable human nature.

The emperor had nothing to say, and asked about Song Wei's childhood life.

For many things, there is only a vague outline in Song Wei's mind, but the branding of those emotions is exceptionally clear, bright and light, like kites swaggering all over the sky in spring.

Fanfang's childhood life was really full of joy.

Song smiled and started talking casually.Talking and talking, I giggled quietly.Seeing the emperor's face mixed with joy and melancholy, I thought to myself: Without you, I don't know how happy I would be.

The emperor suddenly reached out to touch his ear.Song Wei instinctively turned her head to avoid it, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

"Xiaoyin, didn't you ask me, what proof do you have? I'll tell you right now."

Song Wei stared at him blankly.

The emperor shook his hand with a smile: "You touch your ears. This outline is unique to my Xianxi royal family, and it will never appear on ordinary people."

Seeing that Song Wei was still in a daze, she took out an unprecedented friendly gesture, held his hand and touched the noble emperor's ear again: "Look, are they exactly the same?"

Song Wei withdrew her hand abruptly, as if being scorched by fire.

Then he sneered and said, "Are you kidding me? This is also evidence? There are coincidences and similarities between people. How do you know that others are not? There are millions of people in the world, have you seen them all?"

Such a sacred thing was treated with such contempt by him, the emperor was angry: "Shut up!"

Song Wei's bachelor's strength comes up, and I'm not afraid of any heavenly king.Immediately said: "Believe it or not, you put up an imperial list, so that everyone in the world with ears like this will come to recognize their relatives, maybe how many will come! Just say how dare you? After the imperial list is posted, no one will come, so I, Song Wei, will accept it." you."

Not to mention whether the emperor dares or not, the matter involves royal secrets, and of course it is impossible to publicly announce the list for auditions.

The emperor was dizzy with his anger, so he just presented the evidence to persuade him: "You have a red mole on the back of your neck, which was put on by Li Yi himself..." Turning around, he shouted outside, "Li Yi! Get the mirror, Take an extra side!"

Song Wei laughed with a "poof": "What's a mole on your neck? It's even more unreliable than a dimple in your ear." Seeing Li Yi enter the room, she looked at him and said, "A little baby had a mole more than 20 years ago. Who knows what will happen now? Sir Li, could it be possible that His Excellency has ingenious calculations and psychic eyes, so that he can recognize it without fail? What if there is a contingency? Misidentifying the prince is a heavy responsibility, and your lord can bear it? Let's talk "Song Wei rolled his eyes, "Maybe you guys secretly got it while I was unconscious these days, tell me where to go to reason!"

"Dang bang! Dang bang!" Li Yi used to be considered a bold person, but he had never heard such rebellious words. He was so shocked that the two bronze mirrors fell to the ground.

The emperor was trembling with anger, knowing that he couldn't talk anymore today, he flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

Song smiled obsessively, coughed violently, and the wound almost burst open, causing the imperial doctor and Marquis Xian to be in a hurry.

The second heart-to-heart talk between father and son ended in a breakdown.