After I feel sorry for the cannon fodder prince, I wear a book

Summer is indeed not a time for sleeping, but the two masters have been lying in the house until the sun is three poles and still can't get up. Duan Fangzhu paced outside the door for half an hour, and Yue Yang was dazzled. Something was wrong with the two of them, and they rushed the maid inside to change the ice bucket.

"After entering, move quickly, don't look around, do you hear me!?"

"Understood." The maid blushed and gently pushed the door open.

How dare they look around, they all hid outside the yard last night, but they couldn't hide from the blushing voice.

"You, go to the small kitchen to see if the white fungus pear soup cooked for His Highness is ready." Duan Fangzhu looked sad, Mr. Xiao didn't know how to restrain himself last night, how could His Highness bear it, his voice became hoarse.

"Duan, butler Duan, the ice bucket has been changed." The maid trotted out, obediently.

"Well, you go down first."

"Yes."

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and only one candle was lit. A white arm on the bed stretched out from the curtain. The warm yellow candlelight hit it, and the skin was reflected like fat.

In the silence, the man's fingers moved, and then a weak groan came out, and his breathing gradually increased.

"Xiao Tan..." Yu Yi opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice was unbearably hoarse.

The person behind him didn't seem to hear, but still pressed half of his body tightly, with his arms around his waist, and a long leg was unreasonably put on it.

Yu Yi waited for a while and didn't hear anything, so she simply ignored it.The chest close to the back was hot and warm, and with the gentle ups and downs of breathing, the weight on him was just right, no more and no less—Yu Yi was greedy for this kind of tenderness, which made people feel at ease and relaxed, and the heat in the quilt was sufficient , he was so lazy that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

He put his hand on Xiao Tan's forearm, hooked his fingers intermittently, thinking about what Yu Yinjiang had said to him in the palace.

"Your Highness," Xiao Qin opened his eyes after a while, and rubbed his head against Yu Yi's neck, "I'm awake."

"Wake up and get up." Yu Yi said.

"Your voice is so hoarse, did you feel tired last night..." Xiao Qin propped up his upper body and looked at Yu Yi worriedly.

"It's nothing." Yu Yi turned over to face Xiao Tan, and retracted her shoulders under the quilt again.

"Does your back hurt?" Xiao Qin stretched out his hand and rubbed Yu Yi's waist through the layers.

Yu Yi's expression froze, and she reluctantly said, "It's very sore, don't rub it, just lie down obediently, and get up if you don't lie down."

Xiao Qin ignored him, still rubbed his waist gently, and said guiltily:

"Last night it was I—"

"Cough, cough," Yu Yi's ears turned red, and he quickly changed the subject, "Father saw me that day and asked me to go to Ancheng to lead the army."

Xiao Qin paused, "Your Highness can lead troops with this body? I'm afraid the emperor is confused."

"He wants the king to sit in the city and stabilize the morale of the army." Yu Yi explained.

"...Well," Xiao Qin frowned, "Even so, traveling from Beijing to Ancheng is inevitable."

He thought for a while, and then asked: "However, by doing this, the emperor intends to take the position of the crown prince...?"

"Exactly." Yu Yi nodded, "The queen's rebellion happened, and the father had a grudge against Yu Xun, and now that kid is shutting himself up in the mansion all day without seeing anyone, let him come To be the crown prince and inherit the great line in the future, I am afraid that not only the father is unwilling, but also the few elders in the court are unwilling."

Yu Yi said helplessly: "Compared to Yu Xun, this king is the most suitable candidate."

"But the emperor has always been concerned about His Highness's background, why is he so indifferent now?" Xiao Tan lay down on his back and took Yu Yi into his arms.

"It's not that I don't care." Yu Yi lay on his chest, her voice was dull, "I'm afraid that when this king abdicates, he won't be able to pass the throne to his son."

Xiao Qin froze for a moment, realized what Yu Yi meant, and fell silent immediately, "Then your Highness still wants to go?"

"If you don't want to go, then that's fine."

"Xiao Tan," Yu Yi sat up suddenly and looked at him seriously, "I have something to tell you."

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Qin also sat up and wrapped the quilt around Yu Yi. Seeing that Yu Yi was so serious, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"This king wants to say, don't take this throne."

"What!?" Xiao Qin asked in amazement, just as he was about to ask why, Yue Yang opened the door and came in.

"Your Highness, Young Master, there is news from the palace..." Yue Yang looked serious, "The Emperor is seriously ill and is on his deathbed."

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"It was fine a few days ago, why suddenly became seriously ill!?"

"I don't know the details. Li Fuquan only said that this morning when he stood up from the dragon chair, he suddenly started coughing up blood. The imperial doctor saw it and said it couldn't be cured."

The two hurriedly got dressed and went out.

"Is there someone in the palace?"

"Several important officials didn't have time to leave the palace at all, and they are already guarding the emperor's side, waiting for you and His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

"Yeah." Yu Yi took a breath and hurried out the door.

"Your Highness!" Seeing that he was about to go out, Yue Yang suddenly called him from behind.

Yu Yi paused and turned to look at him, "Is there anything else you haven't said?"

Yue Yang opened his mouth, as if he had thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know how to say it.He paused and paused, then simply lifted his clothes and knelt down, knocking his head on the ground.

Yu Yi fell silent suddenly.

He suddenly understood what Yue Yang meant.

The intrigues and dangers of the past half a year have been full of dangers, and today I can finally understand

No matter who owns the throne, today is the last day for their subordinates to do things with Yu Yi.If you win, you will be promoted to a noble; if you lose, you will be buried in the execution ground.The emperor is dying, and with Yue Yang's status, he is absolutely not qualified to enter the palace. Today, their master-servant friendship--is completely over.

Yu Yi suddenly panicked and looked at Xiao Tan blankly.He was only worried about Yu Yinjiang's illness just now, but he didn't expect how much chaos and changes would be involved in the emperor's visit. Will he be able to cope with it and bear it?

Xiao Tan stepped forward, hugged Yu Yi gently, and kissed his forehead.

"It's okay, go to the palace to see the emperor, and discuss other matters later, there will always be a solution."

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The Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with solemnity, except for Yu Yinjiang who gasped hoarsely, everyone held their breaths and waited quietly for his last words.

The emperor was majestic all his life, and no one dared to step forward when he was dying. Everyone kneeled neatly beside the bed. The young prince was so frightened that he wanted to cry, but his mother and concubine tightly covered his mouth.

Because the prince was young, they were able to come in to see the emperor for the last time, but no one thought it was lucky. Once they were targeted by the new emperor, they did not know whether their mother and son would survive until the day of Yu Yinjiang's funeral.

"Old An Ge, the Second Highness is also here."

"Well," An Qingjiang nodded, his gray beard trembling, and he said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty... Second Highness is here."

The implication is that if you have something to say, please speak quickly.

"Yu Yi, cough, cough, is Yu Yi here?" Yu Yinjiang struggled and tilted his head, coughing, "Let him come over—cough, cough—"

"Your Highness, go quickly." An Qingjiang urged Yu Yi.

Yu Yi pursed her lips tightly, walked to Yu Yinjiang's bed, paused when passing by Yu Xun, raised her hand after hesitating for a moment, and squeezed his shoulder.

The latter knelt on the footrest numbly, and looked up at Yu Yi in a daze, his eyes blank.

In less than half a month, the teacher died in battle, the mother and concubine rebelled, and the father was critically ill... This kid is also suffering, Yu Yi sighed, and walked past him to the Yuyin River.

"Father, my son is here."

"Yi'er...you're here," Yu Yinjiang barely raised his finger, "I, cough, I'm going to see your mother and concubine."

With just this sentence, Yu Yi's eyes immediately became wet. He turned his head to hold back the sourness in his nose, and held Yu Yinjiang's hand tightly, "Father is going to abandon his son like this?"

Yu Yinjiang twitched the corners of his mouth in comfort, "The thing I regret most in my life is meeting your concubine mother; the thing I regret the most is meeting your concubine mother."

"After more than 20 years, I can finally see her again."

"Yu Yi, you can take over the throne. You will take care of everything about the capital and the frontier for me... As for Yu Xun," Yu Yinjiang coughed a few more times, and said, "I believe in you and will give him a treat." ideas."

"Wait, Father, I—"

"His Majesty!!"

Yu Yinjiang's breath stuck in his throat, his eyes wide open, he didn't even want to listen to Yu Yi's sentence, so he just left.

An Qingjiang rushed to the side of the bed, tremblingly sniffed Yu Yinjiang's breath, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

"The emperor... has passed away."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and sobbing sounded in due course.

Yu Yi stared blankly at Yu Yinjiang, her mind went blank.

The father died.He wants to inherit the throne, he—

Is he ready?

"Your Majesty," An Qingjiang turned to him, weeping, "Minister An Qingjiang, see Your Majesty—"

Everyone followed him and bowed to Yu neatly.

Yu Yi was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up.

His previous worries have not been eliminated, and it is still unknown whether he will take the throne, but now that Ancheng is being invaded, the situation in the court is in chaos, and Yu Xun is still depressed all day long.

Even An Qingjiang, who is so obsessed with etiquette, took the lead in calling him the emperor—Yu Yi turned her head, stared at Yu Yinjiang for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice.

"When will the people sent to Ancheng to investigate come back?"

"Your Majesty, I will be back tomorrow." Liang Zerui responded immediately.

He is happy, anyone who chooses the right camp in the battle for succession will be so happy.

Yu Yi nodded, and continued to order, "Start preparing for the burial of the emperor, Liang Zerui, and inform the guards in Ancheng that at the latest, the king of Japan... I will go there in person and send someone to send His Highness Seventh back to the mansion. .”

"Yes!"

The handover of the throne was indeed normal, and everyone quickly put away their tears, and with a look of sadness and joy on their faces, they hurried to do what the new emperor had told them to do.

Yu Yi walked out of the inner hall and saw Xiao Qin waiting outside.

Seeing him coming out, the latter stood up quickly. Before he could speak, he saw An Qingjiang bowing his head respectfully, following behind Yu Yi.

Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment, then realized in an instant, took a step back and knelt down, and said in a deep voice, "I-see Your Majesty."

Yu Yi pulled him up and squeezed his hand, "Go home first."