Shengjing Conspiracy

East Palace, sleeping hall.

Shan Yuan walked into the warm palace room, his body was a little itchy after suffering from the cold, he walked slowly to the bed and looked at the young man who was half sitting on the bed.

"I heard that the crown prince is complaining of illness if he does not go to court?"

"Well, I feel the wind and cold."

Shanglan turned over the pages of the book with one hand, and poked the delicate silver pick with the other hand to poke the fruit on the side of the bed, with a relaxed expression.

"What are you planning?" Shanyuan sat on the side of the bed naturally, looking at his ruddy complexion, he felt that the other person looked better than himself, and was even more sure that this person was planning something bad.

Shang Lanqing glanced at him, and said lightly: "Don't tell me, I seem to be holding back all day, can't I take a break?"

"Huh? I may still believe what other people say. Prince, you say this—"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Shang Lanqing's series of coughs, Shanyuan looked at his flushed cheeks, and stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, the burning temperature of his hand made Shanyuan frowned, "Are you having a fever? "

"En." Shang Lanqing waved his hand away weakly, "I've worked so hard to soak in cold water all night, if I don't have a fever, I'm sorry for what I've done."

The tone was so flat that it was impossible to tell that this person had been abusing himself all night.

Shanyuan is not a person who is easily angered, he has a cold personality and few people can chat with him, Shang Lanqing is an exception, so Shanyuan was angry, he grabbed Shang Lanqing's wrist suddenly, "This is not one of the plans, you Why do you want to do this!"

"What are you doing so nervous, and you can't die." Shang Lanqing tried to break free from the shackles, but the current physical condition is too weak, so he can only let the other party grab him, "It's just a trick to kill two birds with one stone, what are you doing?" Well, it's not like you."

Shanyuan was stunned, then withdrew his hand abruptly as if he had been electrocuted, turned his face away from looking at him, there was still the warmth of the other person's body in his palm.

"You can pretend to be sick, there's no need to torment your body." It took Shanyuan a long time to find his voice and said.

Shang Lanqing poked a piece of fruit, "It is necessary to do a full set of acting, and Father Emperor and You Qing are not fools, and they will be seen if they pretend to be sick."

"The emperor and Wen Youqing are your two birds with one stone?" Shan Yuan said hoarsely.

"Young Qing will know about this time sooner or later, I just hope he doesn't hate me." Shang Lanqing twitched his lips, "You Qing is narrow-minded, and he will ignore people for a long time when he is angry, but he is very soft-hearted. You won’t blame me too much when you see that I’m sick.”

A needle-like pain fell on his heart, Shanyuan looked at Shang Lanqing's face stiffly, the tenderness on it had never been revealed to himself.

The palm hidden in the sleeve was clenched slowly, as if struggling to hold something.

In order to maintain his health, Wen Youqing was detained by Jing Yun in the room and lay obediently for a few days. Seeing that there were still three days until the ten-day deadline, Master Wen was finally released.

It's just that as soon as Wen Youqing stepped into Dali Temple, someone from the palace came and took her away.

In the imperial study room, Emperor Anping, Shang Lanqing, and Wen Youqing.

This place has not been visited by the emperor for a long time, and Emperor Anping looked at the two young people in front of him with a cup in his hand, feeling emotional in his heart.

"Is the prince's illness better?" Emperor Anping took a sip of tea.

"It's much better, Father Lao is worried."

Shang Lanqing played the role of a filial son who respected his father, Wen Youqing silently rolled his eyes when he saw his behavior, and at the same time secretly wondered why the emperor summoned him suddenly, and why Shang Lanqing was here.

After the play of father's kindness and son's filial piety was over, Emperor Anping's eyes fell on Wen Youqing's body. The person being watched froze, and the string in his mind tensed instantly.

How could Emperor Anping fail to see his nervous look, and smiled, "You kid, don't you think that I came to you today to inquire about crimes?"

You released my younger brother from the dungeon, and I believed your words.

Wen Youqing thought so in her heart, but what she said was, "There are still three days left in the ten-day deadline. I haven't found out the truth yet, so I'm guilty."

"Tsk, that was to scare you." Emperor Anping waved his hand, "At that time, you rushed forward when I was angry, and you were also very courageous."

Wen Youqing did not doubt Emperor Anping's words. In fact, Emperor Anping was not a tyrannical emperor, but a very gentle emperor. Although the throne came to attract people's attention, it must be admitted that Emperor Anping did a good job.

"My father and younger brother have such a disaster, I am anxious."

"When you moved out of Duke Anguo's mansion, I still felt that you were lacking in filial piety. Now it seems that I have made a decision." Emperor Anping put down the cup in his hand, "You are not young, so let's fix the title in the spring. , your father is getting old."

Those things about Duke An are not a secret in the capital, and it is normal for the emperor to have heard about them. The meaning of what he said now is that he does not like Duke Ango, and wants Wen Youqing to inherit the title as soon as possible, so that Duke An does not stand out again.

Both Emperor Anping and Shang Lanqing thought that Wen Youqing would respond directly, but who knew that he would say without hesitation, "I don't want this title, leave it to my younger brother."

I put the favor in front of you, but you are still not sincere, did you show your face?

Shang Lanqing frowned disapprovingly, trying to pull his clothes to make him take back his words.

Emperor Anping looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Why?"

"I have an official position. Although having a title can add luster, I don't need these. I just want to do my own thing well." Wen Youqing said it sounded grand, but in fact he really thought because he was going to go with Jing Yun in the future. Those who roam around can't go without a title.

"I'm not very young, I have a lot of thoughts, that's all, I'm old, I don't want to get involved in these things." Emperor Anping looked at him a few more times, and said lightly: "An Guogong and your brother should have suffered in the prison, Let’s not take this incident as an example, and bring them back tomorrow.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!" Wen Youqing knelt down to salute, but when he got up, his figure swayed, he hadn't recovered well, and he knelt down again after standing for a long time, feeling a little dizzy.

Shang Lanqing, who had been staring at him, supported him all at once, and said nervously, "Youqing, are you alright?"

"It's fine, thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Wen Youqing pushed his hand away.

Seeing his pale face, Emperor Anping said: "I have something to ask you today. The prince told me that you were almost assassinated before?"

Wen Youqing paused, and didn't look at Shang Lanqing who was beside him, "Yes, there were five killers who were going to assassinate the minister, but luckily they escaped without any danger."

Emperor Anping nodded, "Have you found out who it is?"

"Not yet."

"Is it not found out, or dare not say?"

"I didn't, I just thought there was something strange about it."

"Tell me, who is it?"

Wen Youqing was a little confused, but now he had no time to sort out his thoughts, so he could only answer: "It's His Royal Highness King Rui."

You could hear the needle dropping quietly in the imperial study room, Wen Youqing lowered his head and didn't look at anyone, at this point he understood it.

The case this time is the emperor's housework, and the prince has become a pawn in seizing the throne. From the current point of view, the prince has the upper hand.

Thinking of this, Wen Youqing almost laughed out loud. This time, he really took full advantage of it. From the very beginning, he fell into the trap. It was because he made a bad move, and he couldn't blame others.

Wen Youqing didn't remember how he got out of the imperial study room. When he came to his senses, he was walking on a palace road leading to nowhere.

"I'm... lost?" Wen Youqing glanced back and forth, it was fine, not only lost, but there was no one to ask for directions.

Walking aimlessly, thinking about meeting the guards on patrol, it would be best to send him out again.

As I walked, I could hear the green and astringent sound of the piano. Although the sound was astringent, the music played was not unpleasant and had a special taste.

Looking for the sound of the zither, she walked over and stopped at the entrance of a slightly dilapidated palace. Wen Youqing poked her head and glanced, and saw a master and a servant. The master was playing the piano in the courtyard, and the two master and servant were looking at him.

Wen Youqing smiled a little embarrassedly, "Wen Youqing was in the Lower Dali Temple. He had something to do when he entered the palace but he didn't quite get lost. I wonder if I can ask the way?"

The master turned his head and said a few words to the servant, Wen Youqing saw the servant walking towards him, with a smile on his face, "Which way should I go out of the palace?"

The servant stared at Wen Youqing for a few moments, then whispered: "Master asked me to take you out, this is a cold palace, you should not come here, it's better to go out earlier."

Leng Gong?

How could there be a man in the cold palace?

Wen Youqing was stunned for a while but didn't realize it, and only after walking a certain distance did she realize that there was indeed a man in the cold palace.

The son of Emperor Qianhua, the deposed prince Shang Lanyun!

He had never seen Shang Lanyun face-to-face before, and the last time he saw it, he only glanced at it from a distance. This accident changed his impression of Shang Lanyun.

He thought that this person would have an extremely indifferent personality, but he didn't expect that he would be warm-hearted, which was really beyond his expectations.

Following the servant out of the cold palace, Wen Youqing looked back at Gongdao, sighed helplessly, shook her head and left.

Everyone has their own destiny, and he is too busy to take care of himself now, so he can't help others.

The sun was setting, the night was falling slowly, the wind was getting cooler, and the undulating blossoming Qiongying fell from the sky at some point, spinning and landing on the dark ground.

A small tea room in the side hall has a window, revealing the yellow pearly light inside. A thin but not weak young gentleman sits by the window, lifts his shapely and slender fingers from the strings, and holds the cup for two. Lifting it sideways, the candlelight reflected on the gentle face of the young man, adding a bit of warmth, but the slightly narrowed eyes seemed to hide some invisible emotions.

In a corner where the candlelight couldn't reach, the man in black half-kneeled there, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Master, the preparations are almost done."

The light-colored lips that had been soaked in tea were slightly parted, and the young man's voice was the same as his appearance, gentle and affectionate, but the emotion was not lost in the slightest, "It's almost there, then kill it."

"Yes." The man in black retreated into the darkness, as if he had never appeared before.

The young gentleman glanced at the snow scene outside the window, and at some point a white kitten ran in, probably lost, and was spinning around in a panic, it was so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.

"Is the master going to drive out?" the servant asked.

The young man became interested, "Don't you think it looks like him, take it and wash it."

He smiled with crooked eyebrows, "It's so cute." I don't know if he is talking about Li Nu or the same lost person during the day.