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? "King of Chuanyi!"

Cuiwei Palace heard the words from the Holy Majesty, and the father-in-law in the Dongqin Palace rushed to the Book Hall to inform Yong Ting who was studying: "My lord, the Holy Majesty sent you to Cuiwei Palace."

Yong Ting immediately put down the art of war book in his hand, and the palace fell into chaos again early in the morning.

He walked through several gardens, circled several corridors, and headed for Cuiwei Palace.

Along the way, he was thinking about the reason why the Holy Majesty summoned him, but he couldn't think of an answer.

The day he returned to court half a month ago, the Holy Majesty summoned him, but that night, the Holy Majesty was caught in a sudden illness, and the imperial physicians hurriedly gathered in the Cuiwei Palace. The palace was filled with gloom and mist, and everyone had unspeakable emotions. .Fortunately, the Holy Majesty recovered from his illness.

Now, the Holy Majesty is not recovering from his illness, yet he is eager to see him, what is the matter?

"The King of Art is here." Eunuch Li waited for Yong Ting outside the dormitory, and when he saw him, he raised his voice and told the Holy One who had just taken the medicine inside, and then led Yong Ting into the dormitory.

Yong Ting didn't come to this dormitory very often. When he was a child, Concubine Hua Guifei brought him here, and the Holy Majesty always hugged him on his lap dotingly. He also played recklessly in front of the Holy Majesty because he was young and not afraid of the might of the dragon. .After the funeral of Concubine Hua Gui, he gradually grew up, and he was no longer the child who could act like a spoiled child to his father. In addition, he took on the responsibility of taking care of Min Luo, so the number of visits decreased day by day.

After Ming Luo's death, he hated Huai Jun on the one hand, and resented His Majesty on the other hand, so he never came again in private.

In the past few years in the frontier, he would occasionally worry about the health of the Holy Majesty, but every time he went back to court, he thought about Min Luo, and the relationship between them had become more distant over the years, and he couldn't say any words of concern.

There are many people living in the palace, but few have feelings.

He and his father live in the same place, but the family relationship has become weaker and weaker over the years. Maybe the palace is too big and the relationship is too thin, or maybe the relationship is already weak and the palace is too big. Weak feelings are further apart.

Now that I think about it, what else in this palace is worth his nostalgia?The person he loves the most is not there, and the relationship with the person closest to him is getting more and more alienated. If he had known this ending, why would he bother to be on the throne that day?

There are many things in his mind, and in the end it can only be turned into a wry smile. The past is the past, no matter how many knots cannot be untied, the Holy One is still his father.It is rare for him to return to court, so he should fulfill his responsibilities as a Son of Man.

Hearing Yong Ting approaching, the Holy Majesty slowly sat up on the dragon bed.The disease was cured, but he felt weaker than half a month ago.

Eunuch Li at the side quickly brought a coat and put it on for him.

"I pay my respects to my father." Yong Ting bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Ting'er, you're here." His Majesty's eyes faded from the coldness at the meeting, and became a little more kind, and he said kindly, "You have been in the frontier fortress for the past three years, and I haven't seen you properly for a long time..." He Staring at Yong Ting's face, he lost his mind for a moment, and stopped in the middle of speaking.

Yong Ting's eyes are too similar to that person's. If his several years of military life adds depth to his eyes, their eyes are exactly the same.

When a person grows old, he always thinks about the past. He searched all over the world for women who resembled that person, and finally found two noble concubines, Hua and Rong. So he resolutely accepted them as his concubines regardless of their backgrounds, because they had The man's eyes.

Yong Ting looks like a noble concubine, especially his eyes, which made him give half of his mind to Yong Ting, and he thought it was that person who came back to accompany him.

But now that he has made Huai Jun the crown prince, he can't just watch Yong Ting endanger Huai Jun's status.

"Ting'er, do you know why I called you here today?"

Yong Ting shook his head.

"You sent troops privately, except because of the Hungarian invasion of the border, I can understand..." Having said this, the Holy Majesty coughed violently again.

Every time he thinks about this in the past half month, his heart feels blocked. He doesn't want to watch his sons kill each other, and Yong Ting's silence is even more tugging on his old heart. .If you ask him his current wish, it is that his sons can calm down the fighting.

The coughing stopped, and in exchange for the weak but firm voice of the Holy Majesty: "I have seen clearly the struggle between you and Huai Jun all these years. I will not accept your tiger talisman, and Huai Jun cannot easily hurt you. , but you have to promise me one thing."

Yong Ting's determination to fulfill the responsibility of the Son of Man was cooled down by the Holy Majesty's words. He knew what the Holy Majesty wanted him to promise, something he would never be able to do!

"Father wants my son to be loyal to His Highness the Crown Prince forever, and he has no other intentions!" He said angrily, but his staring eyes were still downward, not falling into the eyes of the Holy Majesty.

"I don't want to talk to you about this as an emperor. As a father, I just don't want you two brothers to kill each other to gain power!"

"To gain power?" Yong Ting sneered, but couldn't hold it back after all, raised his head, and looked directly at the Holy One angrily: "Since the father and emperor can clearly see everything this son-in-law does, the son-in-law also Don’t be afraid to confess, I never came for power!”

He remembered that Min Luo had a finger cut off by Huai Jun, and he also remembered that Min Luo had said every word he hated to protect him. In the end, he raised the knife and plunged it straight into Min Luo's heart. Loved ones died in his arms.

Such a heavy hatred fell on his father, so he just wanted to gain power?

His Majesty had known about them that day, and it was he who let Wu Huaijun hurt Min Luo, why did he still not understand his relationship with Min Luo today?

"I know you're here for Ming Luo..." Yong Ting interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Back then, I was fighting with the eldest brother for the throne, but what I was looking for was a chance to be honest with Ming Luoming! Today I am fighting with Wu Huaijun, and I am only asking for a chance to take revenge. But I can be loyal to him, and I died with Ming Luo that day, so why bear the burden of humiliation and come today!!" He raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and said sharply: "Father, if you want me to be loyal to him, why not Take my Tiger Talisman, let me have a good death! At least I can go to see Min Luo with a clear heart!"

Yong Ting's furious words made Sheng Shang cough in pain, a burst of qi rushed in his chest, he covered his mouth, suddenly a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, he coughed hard, and blood flowed from between his five fingers.

Eunuch Li was so frightened that his heart stopped for a moment. After he realized it, he took out the pill that Jinpa and the imperial physician had just prescribed, and quickly handed it to the Holy Majesty, but the Holy Majesty pushed it away with one hand, casually wiped the blood from his mouth, and glared at Yong Yong. Ting.

"I told you to separate from Min Luo a long time ago, but you didn't. Since you can't, I will separate for you! You know that Min Luo will miss your life, and it is wrong for you to be with him, Ting'er, you You should have had a good life, but if it wasn't for Min Luo, would you have gone to the frontier today and just become a general of Zhenyuan?" After saying that, his face turned pale, he was panting wildly, his chest was heaving up and down, but his eyes were still angry Looking at Yong Ting.

"Father, you are too ruthless." Only then did Yong Ting understand that the palace was not too emotional, but had never been emotional. He smiled sadly, and pointed to himself: "I am your son," Pointing to the sky again: "Ming Luo is your son," he finally roared: "It was your son that you let Wu Huaijun hurt that day!"

"I value you. I want to protect you. I won't let you lose your future because of such scandals!"

"You value me, but the person I value the most is Ming Luo. Because you think it's a scandal, Ming Luo is going to die, so you asked your son to bring poisoned wine to Empress Yun, and you have never heard of Empress Yun. Explain, and I haven't heard my sincerity towards Ming Luo." Yong Ting's eyes suddenly turned red, why didn't he feel guilty about Concubine Jun's death?But at that time there was Min Luo by his side, and the last words of Concubine Hua could support him in insisting that he was right.

And in the past three years, he has killed many enemies with a sword, and he should have become numb, but when he dreamed back at midnight, he remembered the scene of Concubine Jun wearing plain white clothes and drinking poisonous wine under the Buddha, and he realized that the first sword in his hand How innocent is the life that was ruined, and he remembered that Huaijun took revenge on Mingluo for this reason, and he and Huaijun had a thousand knots that could not be untied.

But no matter how old he is, he still feels guilty in his heart. This kind of guilt has accumulated over the years and is eating away at his conscience every day.

The Holy Majesty fell silent, he was rendered speechless by Yong Ting's words, but he would not admit that he was wrong, everything he did was for the court, for his children, just like those people back then. There are many reasons to torture him.

"Father, there is nothing you can do." Thinking of Ming Luo, Yong Ting choked up and said, "Miss Yun has been meditating in Yongning Temple, she was going to lose her hair, so you don't have to give her poisonous wine; My wish is to be with Ming Luo, and I would rather my father demote us to common people! You gave me the Ding'an Army to protect my safety today, why didn't you give Ming Luo to accompany me for the rest of my life? Father, you can choose, but we all Can't choose."

"Ting'er, you and Min Luo are wrong!" Looking at Yong Ting's sad eyes, his head suddenly seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles, but he still said stubbornly: "I will protect you!" It's perfect, but you can't hurt Huai Jun. You should remember that Ming Luo's coronation ceremony is coming soon."

Yong Ting's heart trembled violently. He remembered Ming Luo who was buried in Nanhua Mountain, so he raised his voice and asked angrily, "What?"

"Think about what I said carefully. I just don't want to see you brothers killing each other. You can step back." He raised his hand, pressed his forehead, and then signaled with his eyes to Eunuch Li to help him lie down on the bed, but he has not yet Lying down, Yong Ting's deafening words came from next to his ears.

"Father, you said that you don't want to see our brothers kill each other, but you are responsible for the results of today's relationship between our brothers!"

Yong Ting's words stimulated the anger that the Holy One barely calmed down, and he said angrily, "Back off!"

After finishing speaking, he heard the loud sound of Yong Ting slamming the door and leaving. He looked at Yong Ting's disappearing figure, his thoughts became confused, and he said to himself: "I have always blamed them for separating me and you, but now I Torn them all apart. Am I wrong, am I wrong?"

Eunuch Li watched the Holy Majesty's reaction, thinking of all kinds of things that happened back then, he couldn't help feeling in his heart: There are thousands of poor people in the world, but few people can fully understand the suffering of being trapped by love.