Bend that ghost

Wen Yuan never paid attention to the sensual old emperor in the harem, but he never thought that it was that mediocre gentleman who made Wen Moli's deduction a reality.

The princelings and the King Mu's Party are fighting each other day by day. The two groups of people are at the court hall, and you ridicule each other. After you sing, we will go on stage. Wen Yuan is determined to punish the King Mu's Party. How many people are there in the court hall? Clean?

Wen Yuan planned every step of the way, calculating and calculating, until he finally got into trouble.

The important ministers of King Mu's party were killed by Guan Sha at Wen Yuanguan, forcing Jing Mu to raise his troops to rebel. As a result, the rebel party was ambushed outside the palace gate before the rebel party entered the palace.

When the previous dynasty was in turmoil, the harem was as peaceful as ever. Wen Yuan had already planted nails in the harem. The news that King Mu is dead.

There are constant singing and dancing in the palace, and the city walls are stained with blood outside the palace.

The night has fallen, the blood has not faded, the magnificent Chongwen Palace is still with gold bricks, jade tiles and glazed lamps, the more luxurious it is, the more desolate it is.

Jing Lian and Wen Yuan stood side by side outside the hall, watching with cold eyes the beauties of all colors who were flamboyantly driven out of the hall, until the whole palace fell into deathly silence.

Jing Lian lowered his eyelids and buried all his emotions, still with a calm expression, staring at the majestic and majestic plaque like a sculpture.

"Your Highness, let's go in." Wen Yuan held His Highness's cold and well-proportioned hand, gently squeezed it, and said with a smile on his lips: "I have been in business for many years, and I am here to help you. Don't be afraid, Your Highness, I have a minister to accompany you."

——Your Highness, don't be afraid, I have a minister to accompany you.

Wen Yuan has said this sentence many times, no matter when he will stand unswervingly by his Highness's side.His Highness wants this world, so what if the fate of the country is about to come to an end?He also wants to send Jiangshan to him.

Jing Lian raised her lips slightly, and said softly, "It's called Lian'er."

Wen Yuan was startled, then suddenly burst into a bright smile, and called softly: "Lian'er."

The two entered the hall together, and the man in the dragon robe sitting behind the dragon table had gray hair, and he no longer had the emperor's spirit of guiding the country.After being in a high position for a long time, and calculating more, people will change.Forget the humiliation of parent-child being protons in the past, forgetting the tragedy of sending a wife to death to show her ambitions, indulged in sensuality and hollowed out her body, her face was pale, her thin eye sockets were sunken, and only one pair of sharp blade-like eyes remained.

Finally, the emperor spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice: "Did you kill Mu'er?"

Jing Lian looked calm, facing his biological father's questioning, he only uttered two words: "No."

Simply neat, no extra explanations.He was right, his younger brother was indeed not killed by him.

Wen Yuan folded his sleeves and saluted, with his phoenix eyes slightly bent, he said with a smile: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Mu rebelled and died in the rebellion, but don't worry, Your Majesty, I have sent people to protect the other Highnesses."

The implication is that your sons are all in my hands, a threat in the open and square.

The emperor's expression changed. He didn't have any children he particularly liked, but after all they were all his own flesh and blood. He didn't even look at Wen Yuan. He stared straight at Jing Lian and said, "That's your younger brother!"

Jing Lian hummed, bowed and placed the imperial decree drawn up in his arms on the dragon case, and then retreated, seemingly unintentionally, saying: "Why isn't Eunuch Li serving by Father's side today?"

Li Lianfu, the emperor's close servant, is a poisonous snake. Both Jing Lian and Wen Yuan have moved his mind, but this old man is like a loach, and has no weaknesses. The most important thing is that he only recognizes the emperor as his master.Although he is vicious and vicious, this loyalty is real.

Jing Lian is actually just going through the motions, it doesn't matter whether his father accepts the decree, he doesn't take it seriously, and said to himself: "My son will make my father the Supreme Emperor, and spend the rest of my life in the palace. My son won't make things difficult, father, don't worry."

After all, Jing Lian didn't want to kill them all if they were his biological father and younger brother.He had to sit on the throne, but it didn't mean he was willing to kill his father and brother at the price.

All that needs to be said has been said, and Jing Lian is not procrastinating. As for whether the imperial decree will be sealed, he believes that even if it is for the sake of a few emperor's younger brothers, the imperial father will also affix the great seal.

Just as the two were about to leave, the emperor suddenly said, "Wen Yuan, I want to say a few words to you."

Jing Lian's complexion immediately darkened, and he took a step to protect Wen Yuan, his narrowed eyes were somewhat dangerous, and he said in a cold voice: "Father, I advise you not to think about what you shouldn't. The life of the emperor is in your hands."

This is a threat, Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect His Highness to stand in front of him so directly, like... protecting the calf? !

Cough, His Highness has always protected his weaknesses, he knew it a long time ago, but now His Highness confronts his father for him, although it is not good, but Wen Yuan still feels sweet in his heart, holding back a smile, stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Lian's wide sleeve twice He held his hand, then stepped out from behind him, and said with a smile: "Since your majesty has something to say to me, your majesty should go out first."

The emperor's eyes darkened, and the two people in front of him had no scruples at all, they were unscrupulously intimate, and it could be seen from their appearance that Jing Lian listened to Wen Yuan's words very much.

As expected, Jing Lian just frowned slightly, then nodded in response.

Wen Yuan was satisfied, still smiling like a fox, holding a folding fan in his hand, and said: "What does your majesty want to say, I will listen with all my ears."

He was answered by the emperor's silence.

Wen Yuan was not in a hurry, and the old god calmly waited for the emperor to speak first.

"What do you want him to be? A wise king? Or a foolish king?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, he didn't expect the old emperor to ask him this question, or in such a serious tone, was the last time he saw the majestic appearance of the old emperor a few years ago?

"You are the master of the Ming Dynasty." The thoughts in his heart blurted out. Even if his highness doesn't like this country, his seriousness in handling the government is not fake. What he is thinking about is not the power in his hands, but how to make this weak country stronger. Let the people live better.

The emperor raised his eyebrows, and there was a half-smile on his thin face, and he said slowly: "But you are his indelible stain and also his weakness."

——You are a stain that he cannot erase!

A word like cold water poured from the top of the head, Wen Yuan's whole body trembled, and then it was cold from the inside out, so cold that his heart froze.

The emperor's voice came to his ears again: "The Wen family has the ability, and the family and the country depend on each other. The Wen family has dominated these years not only because of Wen's ability, but also because of the Wen family's low-key behavior. Different. At that time, the king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister, so what?!"

——A king is not a king, and a minister is not a minister, so what?

Wen Yuan asked himself, he can deduce the fate of people and the fate of the country, but he can't calculate people's hearts.