The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Gu Zhaohong was startled: "So high?"

Jin Ziwan nodded: "Huai Ke is the late emperor's father, a young eunuch who entered the palace during Emperor Sheng Wen's time. The late emperor watched him grow up, and he has a deep affection. After the late emperor ascended the throne, he was promoted to be the chief servant. All the slaves and servants in the harem belonged to? His subordinates, at that time, they were regarded as successful eunuchs," he taunted, "Didn't they do less harm to their virtues?"

Gu Zhaohong was a member of the world, and he knew very little about courts and palace curtains, so he asked, "Then? After the first emperor's hundred years, what about his personal manager?"

Jin Jin didn't answer.

Gu Zhaohong's mind was full of thoughts. He was also a very smart person. Suddenly, his throat rolled, and he asked in a low voice: "Did the first emperor die of illness as advertised?"

Jin Ziwan said: "No."

Gu Zhaohong looked at? His side face, that?

Gu Zhaohong asked slowly: "Then? How did he die?"

Jin Ziwan threw the painting scroll in his hand on the table, and the wooden part of the painting collided with the wooden table? With a dull sound, he smiled brilliantly: "I'm so pissed off."

Gu Zhaohong: "..."

"Sheng Xiyun was not favored when he was young. His biological mother, concubine Zhen, passed away early, and it was taboo in the palace, so no one was allowed to mention it." Jin Ziwan said lightly, "He was? Concubine Wan herself has one? The eighth prince also has the heart to seize the heir, so how could she treat him well."

"The first emperor was a cold person. Since the concubine Zhen is a big taboo in the palace, Sheng Xiyun is naturally not favored. He is the old son of the first emperor, and he lived in a miserable life when he was young. My mother was a maid in the palace at the time. How much? Nai Fu..." Talking? Talking? He shook his head, "How much? Nai Fu... Ha, he clearly treats him as his own son."

Gu Zhaohong frowned.

Jin Ziwan continued: "My mother also has wrists. I used to doubt her. Why is she only a female official in the palace, but she can go out every night? The palace taught me how to read and write and practice martial arts. I found out a few days ago. She is someone from Jiemeng Villa, so everything will make sense."

Gu Zhaohong knew what he meant. He thought: "Xiemeng Shanzhuang is also one of the best kung fu schools in the Jianghu. Your mother is Xie Yulong. She is good at martial arts and the palace officials can't stop her."

Jin Ziwan nodded: "That's right. I grew up outside the palace until I was ten years old, and she sent me into the palace as a little eunuch, and sent me to Sheng Xiyun's side, as a knife for him. It should be twelve years."

He looked disappointed: "When I was in the palace, I was his personal servant. He left the palace as a king, and I was the commander of the shadow guards in his palace. He became the emperor, and he wanted me to return to the palace. Stay with him here," Jin Ziwan sneered, "I'll let him go."

The little white cat in Jin Ziwan's arms meowed, jumped out of his arms and landed on Gu Zhaohong's lap.

Gu Zhaohong now? No? He's not in the mood to tease the cat, his eyes are fixed on Jin Jinwan.

But Jin Ziwan stopped abruptly, didn't he? Let's talk about Sheng Xiyun's matter? Instead, he turned back to the original topic of the emperor's death: "The seizure of the throne is fierce. The former prince and the third prince who were favored by everyone before The eight princes and the eight princes all fell one after another, and finally only Sheng Xiyun and the fourth prince were left. At this time, the first emperor suddenly suffered from a serious illness and was bedridden. The imperial doctor said that he could hear the sound of the outside world, but he couldn't speak. I can't move."

Jin Ziwan frowned slightly, as if there was something puzzled: "My mother never told me about her? What did she have to do with the late emperor? But she seemed to know the royal secrets very well. At that time, the late emperor was the only one left Hanging in one breath, his will has been written long ago, but only Huai Ke knows where it is hidden."

He was a little puzzled: "My mother left earlier than the late emperor. When I was 16 years old, her lamp was exhausted. Before she left, she told me that if one day The overall situation has been settled. When I saw the first emperor dying, I told him a few words. This is really strange. When I was in the palace, my mother repeatedly told me to avoid the first emperor and Huai Ke. They must never let them see? My face, but in the end let me send it to the door myself."

"Your mother and the first emperor..." Gu Zhaohong pursed his lips, and made a bold guess with some hesitation, "Have you ever been in love?"

"I do not think so."

Jin Ziwan shook his head: "If there is a love relationship, you will definitely say something with affection and resentment."

Gu Zhaohong frowned: "Then? What did your mother say?"

With neither affection nor resentment, how could he return the soul of the former emperor to the west?

Jin Jinwan laughed.

***

Three years ago, in Zichen Hall

This palace was the residence of the emperors in the Dasheng Dynasty over the years. It was built magnificently and beautifully.At this moment, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and a waning moon reflected over the edge of the turret, throwing a handful of pale and lustrous light into the palace wall.

Now that the emperor is seriously ill, the imperial physicians dare not say more, but everyone understands the vague meaning of it, and it is just a matter of these few days.All the guards and eunuchs on duty are tense, for fear that they will die when they are on duty!The candidate for the next emperor is either the Fourth Prince or the Ninth Prince. These two ancestors are fighting to the death, don’t tell me which master? Let someone accompany you on a whim? The emperor went together!

The little eunuch on duty at the gate of the Zichen Palace was thinking about this, and while seeing no one around, he covered his mouth and secretly yawned.

The moment he closed his eyes, a black shadow flashed in, and when he opened his eyes again, that black shadow was gone like snow, only a gust of wind remained.

Then? The man in black slipped into the gate of the Zichen Palace. Inside the bead curtain, there were still several eunuchs and maids waiting for the night.Speaking of night attendants, they still had work to do when the emperor was still sick in bed, but now the emperor can't move or talk, they basically just stand here all night.

Now is the time when people are most likely to feel sleepy. Two or three people have already yawned one after another.

The man in black took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, and blew it lightly. The white powder floated in the air and disappeared in an instant.

He continued to wait for a cup of tea, when the sound of thumping and falling to the ground came from inside one after another, and then he dodged in from the shadows. Emperor, there is no second person standing.

He reached out and took off the veil on his face, revealing a delicate and graceful face, it was the 19-year-old Jin Jinwan.

At that time, he looked thinner and almost lonely. On his face, his peach eyes got bigger and his bones became more prominent.

He walked into the inner room lightly, and the thick-soled soft boots never made a sound on the ground.Gently lift up the bead curtain hanging in the air, and the scent of ambergris wafts in the room.

Turning his gaze slightly, Jin Ziwan saw the dragon bed surrounded by light golden curtains.The window was open to let in a little breeze, and the night breeze came in, circled around the room, and gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

Since there was no? awake? person in the room, Jin Ziwan stopped tiptoeing around, and even picked up the teapot on the table to pour himself a cup of tea.

He was holding a teacup and dangling around in the inner room. Xie Guining suppressed Huai Ke's plan. Now that there is a lot of turmoil, he must first ask? Where is the drafted edict? Get a head start.Huai Ke was loyal to the emperor, no matter what methods Kong Qing used, he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but when? room.

At this time, there were several coughs from the dragon bed, probably the emperor woke up.

Jin Jinwan put down the teacup, pulled up the face towel and walked to the bedside.

The emperor made a hoo hoo sound from his throat, probably asking for water.

Jin Ziwan went back to the table, poured him a glass of water, opened the curtain and fed him some water.

The emperor didn't open his eyes, half-closed his eyes, and drank water from his hands.

After watching him finish drinking, Jin Ziwan said: "Although I don't know what the relationship between the emperor and my mother is, but since it is my mother's last wish, it is natural for a son to fulfill it."

Although the emperor was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't speak, he could hear the voice. It was obviously not his eunuchs and maids, so he tried to open his already dazzled eyes to see, and saw the coming man The night suit covered her tightly, her eyes widened immediately, and she tried hard to make a sound from her throat, wanting to call for help.

Jin Ziwan still looked at his hard-working but fruitless look. He was a bit sad, and kindly said: "Don't worry, the emperor, I'm not here to kill you, I'm just here? You pass a message, and then take a sample and leave."

Jin Ziwan recalled that when his mother was dying, she was tearful and angry, but she also looked happy. Thinking about what she said, although she didn't know the meaning, she still recited it word by word: " Sheng Litian—”

"——she was never yours, and everything about her is not yours!" Xie Yulong's face, which was once gorgeous in the world, is now exhausted, is full of distorted hatred, and her fingernails are in gold. Wan pinched out a deep arc in his hands, "All the means you have tried are all jokes, and the things you have been thinking about are the truth! But you don't have any other way to go, Your throne will always be snatched away by the person you fear the most! Passionate because of indifference, retribution is not good—retribution is not good!"

Jin Ziwan didn't understand Yulong's full of emotions, he just brought the words to you in a straightforward manner, and planned to get up, but he never thought that the emperor, who was paralyzed and could only move his eyelids, would put his hand on the outside of his body. Grabbing his cuff, the veins on that hand were already bulging. He looked down at that hand, and looked up again. The emperor's skinny face was also covered with veins. His canthus was about to burst, and after a long time of meaningless voices came out of his throat, he squeezed out three words one by one: "You...are...who!"

Jin Ziwan looked at him, knowing in his heart that his mother must have had a past with him, to see if this was hatred or not love.Seeing that he was holding his cuff like a flash of light, he didn't let go, so he simply raised his other hand and took off the veil on his face, so that the face that was exactly the same as his mother's was exposed to the emperor before.