Thousand Faces Lock Royal Heart

Xianggui walked through the courtyard excitedly holding the paper bag and left the 'Xu Lan' Zhai.

He stood outside the door with some nostalgia and turned his head to look at the tall gold signboard at the door. The word 'Xu Lan' was shining golden and dazzling under the sunlight.

The garden finally has a new master. It's not that he only hears the smiles of the newcomers and doesn't see the old ones cry. It's that this noble lady follows Concubine Lan everywhere. She has no intention of replacing her, but connects the deceased Lan like a bond. Concubine Lan, let those who miss Concubine Lan have a home and comfort.

A little eunuch ran over in a hurry, sweating profusely, pulled Xianggui's sleeves, and said out of breath: "Your eunuch, you can come out, the emperor is impatient to wait, hurry up!" Come with me."

"Yes..." Xianggui patted his head in frustration, he forgot that the emperor was waiting for him, and trotted all the way to Shuozhen's sedan chair.

The veil of the sedan chair has been pulled down, and it looks like it is ready to go. It is obvious that Shuozhen is impatient.

Xianggui bowed and said to the man who was sitting in the sedan chair with his eyes closed, "The emperor has been waiting for a long time, and this old slave will order someone to get up the sedan chair." After he finished speaking, he stood up straight, swung the whisk, and shouted forward, The voice was thin and high-pitched, "Get up the sedan chair!"

The sedan chair was slowly lifted, and it walked unsteadily, Xianggui followed beside him, commanding from time to time, "You, what about you, lift it up for me."

The veil of the sedan chair was lifted from the inside, Shuozhen still closed his eyes, sitting upright, Xianggui leaned up, and asked softly all the way: "What orders does the emperor have?"

Shuozhen was silent and didn't say a word for a long time, Xianggui didn't dare to disturb and followed the sedan chair silently.

"Have you learned this now?" Shuozhen said in a deep voice, slowly opened his closed brows, and stared straight ahead with sharp eyes, eyes full of anger.

"I don't know what the emperor means?" Xianggui was so frightened that he wanted to kneel on the ground immediately, but the sedan chair was still moving forward, and he broke out in cold sweat, waiting for Shuozhen to speak clearly.

"Hurry up and say it, I think you did it on purpose." Shuozhen said calmly, his tone softened a little.

"What does the emperor want the old slave to say?" Xianggui wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, racking his brains to recall what the emperor asked him.

Shuozhen glared at him, and fell silent again.

Xianggui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly patted his head and said: "Oh, the emperor is asking this old slave, what is Linggui doing with this old slave?"

Shuozhen didn't answer, closed his eyes again, and slowly turned the jade wrench on his thumb with his index finger.

"It's no big deal, and every time Lan...she gave the old slave some tangerines, saying that she made them by herself, would the emperor want to try them?" Xianggui smiled, holding the heavy paper bag in his hand, feeling warm in his heart of.

"When did you become so easy to buy? A few tangerines made you fall to her." At this moment, the sedan chair had reached the door of the imperial study room, and it fell slowly, and Shuozhen stepped out of the sedan chair door.

Xianggui stretched out his hand to support him, but he ignored him and walked straight into the imperial study.

After Xianggui sent away the people who carried the sedan chair, he walked into the imperial study room quickly. Shuozhen had already buried the first batch of reading the memorial. Xianggui brought the tea to Shuozhen's side, and said with an apologetic smile: "Your majesty is right. In other words, the old slave is the Emperor's man, and this noble lady Ling is also the Emperor's man, why do you say that you are on her side, we all pretend to be the Emperor in our hearts."

Shuozhen took the teacup, and casually rubbed the lid of the teacup against the edge of the teacup mouth, making a thin sound, and said casually: "From tomorrow onwards, the brand of serving the bedroom is only for noble people."

"Is the emperor willing to turn over his cards?" Xianggui's surprised voice was several decibels higher.

"Do you have any objections?" Shuozhen frowned, took a sip of tea, without the fragrance of citrus, it seemed hard to swallow.

"How dare the old slave, the old slave is happy for the emperor, the queen mother, and the people of the whole world, yes..." He wanted to continue, but was interrupted immediately by Shuo Zhen.

"Okay, okay, you talk more and more now." Shuozhen put down the tea cup, opened the memorial again, suddenly thought of something, he raised his head and continued: "By the way, the name Zhan Linglong should never be on the board of the servant , I don't want to see her."

"Ah? But Your Majesty, isn't this very good?" Xianggui frowned, he couldn't figure it out, did this Linggui really make the Emperor so dissatisfied?

"Seldom mention her in front of me in the future, I don't like to hear it." Shuozhen's tone became cold and blunt, Xianggui didn't dare to say any more, and said submissively: "Yes."

Night, a dead night, the stars and the moon seem to be hidden in the clouds, accompanied by the whistling wind is a violent torrential rain, hurried, chaotic, and rapid, the sky and the earth are chaotic, the sky is a blurred white mist .

An inconspicuous carriage was running on the deserted and desolate street, perhaps in order to avoid the sudden heavy rain quickly, and hurried away like lightning.

The car body shook violently, and the bumpy Shuozhen's whole body was about to fall apart. Holding the sides of the sedan chair tightly with his fingers, he began to wonder if the carriage would run apart.

Heavy rain washed into the sedan chair from the swaying and lifted curtain, wet the bottom of the sedan chair and Shuozhen's shoes.

Sitting near the sedan chair door, Wei Ke was even half wet in embarrassment. He pulled up his drenched clothes with his hands and tried not to lean against his body, but it was all in vain.

"Your majesty, why do you say you bother, why do you have to go to see General Tong tonight, and what is his attitude?" Wei Ke helped Shuozhen pat the scattered raindrops on his body with a towel, but fortunately, the emperor sat inside It's not as wet as he drenched, or it will get wind and cold, but what to do.

"Is his attitude not good?" Shuozhen asked thoughtfully, looking a little careless, his dark eyes lost some of their brilliance, took the scarf in Wei Ke's hand, and patted it again and again, thinking Erratic.

The sound of rain kept ringing, but there was already a tendency to restrain itself. Wei Ke complained dissatisfiedly, chattering endlessly, "Can this be considered good? It's lukewarm, and you haven't even poured a cup of tea. Who are you? Ninety-five Your Majesty, I have condescended to go to see him at the mansion, not to say I am grateful, but at least show respect, I think it is because he won the battle that his eyes grew to the top of his head."

"His character is a little arrogant. It took me a lot of effort to subdue him." Shuozhen sighed, looking at the dense rain and boundless darkness outside from the blown curtain.

"So what, can he be so arrogant?" Wei Ke snorted softly, looking down on such a person the most.

"I can't blame him for this, I owe him." Shuozhen said leisurely, with sadness and helplessness in his eyes, which he rarely had, perhaps because he saw Tong Ziqing tonight, dusty The memories that he didn't want to think of were brought back again, maybe it was because of the strong wind and rain tonight that made him so sentimental.

"Whatever the emperor can owe him, even if he owes it, he should. As a subject, he should devote himself to the emperor and die, but he still gets angry." Wei Ke has always had a straightforward personality, saying something.

"Hey, you won't understand, there are some things..." Shuozhen didn't finish his sentence, they heard a commotion in the quiet street outside the sedan chair.

A group of guards with knives ran and shouted in the dense rain, as if they were searching for someone.

Shuo Zhen ordered Wei Ke to roll up the car curtain, and the moon slowly slid out of the clouds. The rain outside was no longer so heavy, and the drizzle was light, sprinkled all over the sky without a trace.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to find someone to come over and ask what's the matter?" Wei Ke looked at Shuozhen's slightly frowning brows, and half of his body was already leaning out of the carriage.

"Well, go and have a look, be careful." Shuo Zhen nodded, Wei Ke ordered the coachman to pull over the carriage, and jumped out of the carriage by himself.

The guard's shouts were getting closer and closer, and the sound of chaotic footsteps reached his ears. Shuo Zhen leaned back, thinking of Tong Ziqing's face, he must hate me, so what about Lan'er?Should also hate me, right?Ziqing can clearly express his resentment, but a dead person will not express hatred towards me.

Thoughts are like drizzle outside, intermittent, drop after drop, flickering, but they will eventually wear together, leaving an indelible bitterness in the heart, no matter how painful it is, you must taste it.

The car curtain was pulled open, a person jumped up, and a finely carved dagger was placed on Shuozhen's neck so suddenly, everything seemed so neat and natural.

The visitor was dressed in black clothes, which were wetly stuck to his body, exposing his slightly thin body, his hair was slightly disheveled, and there were strings of water drops hanging down on the ground of the sedan chair. , crystal clear and transparent.

His head was drooping, and his hair blocked his facial contours. In the dark night, Shuozhen couldn't see his face and expression clearly. It was just an incomparable sense of familiarity, which made Shuozhen feel that he knew this person. .

Shuozhen's body leaned forward slightly, it couldn't be more slight, but in exchange for the stabbing of the opponent's dagger, a ray of light flashed from the tip of the knife, sharp and full of murderous aura.

There was a small scratch on Shuozhen's neck, so cold that he couldn't even feel the pain.

"Don't move, watch your head." His voice was sharp and ruthless, with a hint of hoarseness in his low voice.

"You..." Shuozhen raised his hand. Unsurprisingly, another cut was made on the thin skin of his neck. This time it was heavier than before, so it would not be fatal, but there was gurgling blood from the opening. It flowed out slowly, like water droplets on the other party's hair, dripping on Shuozhen's brocade clothes, and the blood dripped on the white silk gown, which still looked a little dazzling under the faint moonlight.

The other party was slightly stunned, he didn't intend to hurt Shuozhen, it was just a self-defense reaction in desperation.

Shuozhen smiled, a little helpless, a little weak, and slightly opened the corners of his mouth, "Are you here to revenge me with an eye for an eye? Brother Ling." He gently brushed the hair between the forehead of the man in black with his fingers, revealing a Comely face.